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sadtonight · 11 months

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Morning holder

Summary: someone can be very clingy in the morning — and that's you, not him!

Characters: first year students;

Warnings: none, reader is gender neutral, established romantic relationships, unspecified time period;

Side notes: I was daydreaming about sappy things because I saw a fanart from the other fandom when suddenly I realised that I can write it! Thank you, the ship of two middle-aged men which I'm crying over those days.

Ace

— you begun sleeping together pretty soon after you started dating Ace. He quickly grew used to having you around so much that now not having at least one of your limbs on his body causes him to move himself closer to you and settle your arm around himself. If, by any chance, you wake up during the process, ginger defends himself by lying how you were groping him in your sleep which you hardly can buy, not that it matters as you suspected what he was doing and why anyways;

— though if he wakes up to the feeling of your warm body cuddled closely to his side, Ace just can't be any happier! It feels so nice having your head mashed to his side, arms folded, and legs tangled with his, even if it was too hot to stay that way. Nah, he can't possibly complain. He instead can fondly brush you hair out of your face and lighty scratch your scalp, just admiring how peaceful you were;

— Ace is well aware that he, and in fact you too, need to get up in a few minutes and get ready for the day but still tries to hold off getting up as much as he possibly can. This results in you scolding your boyfriend for not waking up you sooner, but Ace never talks back to you. He just softly smiles at you, and the only thing you can do is pout and wonder what makes him so pleased in the mornings sometimes.

Deuce

— initially when you two started sleeping together in one bed, poor Deuce always freaked out when his drowsy brain registered a person lying right next to him. He calmed down only after cautiously taking a look at your sleeping form. R-right, the boy was dating you... It still sometimes felt like a dream, too good to be true;

— Deuce woke up earlier than the alarm clock: the dream he saw wasn't the most pleasant, consisting of him protecting you from some delinquents who looked uncannily similar to his acquaintances from the school, including himself. The boy was convinced that he abandoned all those ways and was living a life of an ordinary person, or so he thought. In a attempt to turn around to shake off the thoughts, Deuce only then felt arms — your arms — wrapped around his torso, your whole body pressed to his back. He could feel how your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm;

— although not intentionally, still hazy from sleep, Deuce interpreted it as you being there, behind his back, because you believed in him protecting you and you were there to watch him from behind. The way you were holding him tight with your arms, he was so overjoyed while still overflowing with stress from the dream that he broke down crying, quietly sobbing. Upon waking up and seeing Deuce you couldn't understand why your partner's face was so red and puffy, but you got a lot of pampering from your boyfriend that day.

Jack

— there are undeniably lot's of advantages of having a partner built like Jack. Yet it also means that there are downsides. It was fear on Jack's part: he was anxious about accidently crashing you with his body in his sleep, so he tried to stay far enough when you started to sleep together. However, during nighttime one of you would relocate closer to the other, resulting in the two of you tangled in when the morning rolled out. Beastman had to come up with the solution to avoid unintentionally causing you any harm;

— that's why one day he asked you to sleep on top of him from then on. You weren't sure if Jack would find it convenient sleeping with a weight putting pressure onto him, but if anything it meant more training for the boy which he didn't mind. The position was rather funny, so you didn't miss the opportunity to tease your boyfriend for being so needy for cuddles. Something at the start of the relationship he would vehemently deny, but now Jack only folds his arms and wordless beam, ears perked up — you got him there, didn't you;

— you held onto your words and at night you crawled on top Jack's body each time he was lying flat. And in turn, beastman begun intense muscle training which paid off quickly. Now, he was waking up to you being there, sleeping undisturbed on his chest. He did want to keep watching your frame rise up and down, but Jack didn't feel comfortable staring at you like that without you knowing. So he would wake you up by softly patting your back and with same softness calling out your name;

Epel

— this boy was so eager to sleep with you in one bed! Epel fondly remembers sleeping with his parents and some relatives long time ago when he was just a baby. Winter night never felt more warmer than that! And besides, it was rather.... lovely and romantic to sleep together with your sweetheart right? He daydreamed before how he would keep you in his strong, secure hold, though he reluctantly admitted those feelings to you;

— surprisingly to him, the reality turned out to be the contrary of what he expected. It was Epel who woke up first to realise that he had cuddled up to you instead of it being the other way around. This soured his mood greatly, so he would carefully slide away from you and change the positions. But it happened times and times again which made lavender haired boy wonder if he's missing something, and the thing he was missing was acceptance of the situation;

— once he woke up even earlier than usual, with his head nested in your collarbone and arms embracing you loosely yet again, but it was different. Epel didn't feel the urge to get away or change anything. No, it felt so natural, so familiar and warm just like his childhood memories. However, being so close to you and you protectively squeezing him was an experience he found different while vastly more enjoyable. Could it be that's why it felt so good cuddled up to each other? Whatever it was, Epel decided to resume his rest instead, breathing in warm air around you and returning back to dreams;

Sebek

— sleeping together in one bed and before marriage is highly inappropriate!... It was, before the two of you eventually did sleep together and Sebek found the attempt to be not what he dreaded it to be. When you suggested sleeping apart since you still weren't on marriage stage, half-fae denied your suggestion saying that it was unnecessary — it would be safer if you slept with him. Yes, he wasn't less of a guard even while he was unconscious!

— subsequent nights went relatively peacefully, until one morning, as per usual Sebek woke up and tried to get up for morning exercise, suddenly to feel something pulling him down by his left arm. And it was no other than you, wrapped around his arm like an ivy the boy was so used to seeing back home. It took Sebek by surprise: why were you clinging to his arm? It wasn't because of a pesky nightmare, right? You didn't seem fazed nor troubled. Not risking making the situation worse, he sucked it up and waited for you to naturally wake up;

— royal guard had to ask you for the explanation, because he wouldn't get even a minute of rest if something was bothering you! Upon hearing Sebek's observation, you bashfully presumed that you instinctively wanted to hold him in your sleep. Of course you want to hold him while being do valuable, for he was a capable and apt fae magician and a rolay guard of lord Malleus himself. Although Sebek had to gather all his mental strength to get out of your hold each morning you captured his arm. Turns out, he had so much more training to do and it had nothing to do with physical training...

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

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sadtonight · 1 year

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Getting struck with a BRILLIANT idea for a hcs but then I have to decide whom to write it for mhm.

#it's the first year bunch #i haven't written them in a long while I think i'm not checking that information btw #also still kind of scared of loging into tumblr but then i see silly little notes and tags #and i feel better about my writing. like okay let's procrastinate uni work by writing fics instead ha ha #anyways see you guys later i won't give promises but i will post hopefully soon enough

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sadtonight · 1 year

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Hmmmm that's not good....

I'm uh, I uhh

Hrmmm I swore not to roll for broom/bloom but....

.... but I want to roll now.....I'm god's funniest joke...

#guys guys guys his groovy don't look at it #it will kill you. it murdered me and robbed my house

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sadtonight · 1 year

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I tried my best to grind for Pomefiore furniture and interior for god knows how long and Epel has audacity to say this?? That's your second home baby, get used to seeing it everywhere because that's the only design apart from Heartslabyul and Diasomnia that I like.

Vil, you are fine the way you are, ily.

#how it's going everyone i need to get up early today #also it's may already? i can't believe it to be honest #time flies but i wonder if it's good or bad thing #sad should be sleeping right now 🍃

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sadtonight · 1 year

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"OH MY GOD YES, YEESSSSS!!!!!"

Summary: people know you as a short-spoken, stone faced perfect, appearing completely apathetic and emotionless. But even with those circumstances he managed to fall in love with you. One simple message asking you out on your first date... turned out to be too much for you to handle;

Characters: dorm leaders;

Warnings: none, reader is gender neutral, reader is Ramshackle perfect with Grim, newly established romantic relationships;

Side notes: guess who remembered about Grim? This work is sponsored by "internal screaming" gang (and me 🍃)

Riddle

— at last he was relatively free: there was no unbirthday party to be held, all the homework was complete and equestrian club activities concluded. Although one thought in particular still seemed to be somewhat daunting: Riddle wanted to progress with the romantic relationship you two had started some time ago. It was "about time" to arrange....a romantic date with you...

— it wasn't Riddle's idea per say, he was clueless about how relationships fared since his parents, well, weren't the perfect image of what love looked like. Ace was, on the other hand, aware how everything worked to everyone's surprise (and to his annoyance), so he boldly suggested his dorm leader to just ask you out via simple text message;

— the suggestion didn't sit right with the red haired boy — you didn't show your emotions that much, which sometimes left Riddle with the sense of fear looming behind, afraid of making mistakes when it came to relationships. You were understanding and kind, always reassuring him that everything was alright. All of the sudden Riddle got a rush of anxiety that he stubbornly suppressed: one short greetings and an invitation, that's it;

— however, your lack of quick response only fueled his worries. He knew it, he should've had a proper meeting! The boy headed from the stables straight to the Ramshackle dorm, when suddenly he was yanked out from his thoughts by a scream which erupted not too far. Riddle picked up the pace, rushing to the source with newfound seriousness until....

"IT CAN'T BE REAL. RIDDLE ASKED ME ON A DATE, I'M FINALLY GOING ON A DATE WITH RIDDLEEEEE!!!" you breathlessly yelled and spinned few times around the nearby bushes that happened to be rose ones. You craned you head to smell the tea rose — it's sugary smell already setting you into the romantic mood: delicious tea and desserts shared with Riddle! You couldn't contain your excitement!

— all previous concern evaporated, leaving Riddle wordlessly stand there after what he had witnessed. Normally, the red haired would scold you for rising your voice in public, but this time he forgave you. Because, now Riddle wanted to scream along with you: he was very happy that the two of you were going on a date, too!

Leona

— when guys from Savanaclaw saw you first time around they stupidly believed you to be as cleaver as a domestic cattle. But unlike them, Leona saw you being a few steps higher than the idiots, since you were mostly silent because of the brains that you actually possessed. Same brains that rested in a adorable head of yours;

— that's right: obviously not out loud but the thing was, Leona was in love with you. The person who was as emotional as a brick. The beastman tried so many times to get any reaction of you with little results thus far — the only time you properly showed something was when he had to confess his feelings, doubting you would have guts to do that first;

—although you were showing the signs of mutual attraction, soon Leona got bored from the cat-mouse game and just spilled the beans one day. Ever since that, you two were officially a pair, though you weren't constantly attached to his hip for better or worse. Ruggie quickly refused the searching chore, so the dorm leader had to use his phone more often to notify you of his whereabouts;

— currently he was resting on a soft grass in the empty greenhouse, one arm supporting his head and the other holding his phone. A thought about calling you briefly came to his mind. Nah, Leona yawned: a message asking you on a date would do just fine. When the beastman was done he closed his eyes for a moment, only for his ear to pick up a sound which he recognised very well. It was a notification sound, not from his device, after a second of which an abrupt scream echoed in a vacant greenhouse;

—"YEESSSS. HAHAHAHAHAHA NO FREAKING WAY, LEONAAA KINGSCOLAAAARRR I LOVE YOUUUUU" followed by the sounds of shoes hitting the ground, which were akin to someone jumping at one place. Still clad in white coat you dashed out of the botanical garden back to the lab where Grim was, completely engrossed in your rejoicing that you didn't notice a pair of green eyes following your form, concealed behind the tropical trees and plants;

— tch, you could be really damn loud. It was annoying, so annoying that Leona didn't make any attempts at shaking off the soft look and genuine smile that appeared on his face. That bastard Ruggie teased him the whole evening about how mushy the lion was, but it didn't matter. Leona had a date with you, that's where the real fun would begin;

Azul

— no-one could imagine that someone as talkative as Octavinelle dorm leader would date someone with few words to spare. And certainly, your terse replies did bewilder Azul even to this day, however, he quickly accepted that part of you but not without kindly advising you to add more words to your speech. What's more, he adjusted to your strange-- ah he meant, fascinating communication style as best as he could;

— though it wasn't necessary since you fell in love with Azul the way he was. On the other side of things octomer had hard time recognising just what exactly he felt towards you. You nor Grim were barely of any value — even as workers both of you were easily replaceable. Additionally you were frankly put, poor, and rarely came without Ace and Deuce duo to dine in the Mostro Lounge;

— and yet Azul liked your company the most: it was refreshing to be listened for once with no judgement following afterwards. Although this way, he accidentally confirmed that he indeed harboured romantic feelings towards you. It wasn't the smoothest love confession, the one Azul deeply regrets making, yet it happened so he had to live with it for the rest of his life;

— next step would be frequent meetings, which he couldn't arrange due to his busy schedule. But it didn't prevent Azul from wanting to go on dates! Thus he settled for a laconic text message due to how packed the restaurant was when a generous discount was offered that day, he physically couldn't send anyone nor himself to deliver the invitation. Octomer was in office discussing with Jade what were the plans for the rest of the evening until their conversation halted upon hearing the sounds of commotion slipping from the main dinning hall;

— "OH MY GOD????? AZUUUUUULLL, GRIM AZUL-- I CAN'T BELIEVE ITTTT. HE ASKING ME OUT ON A-- ON A DATE!!!!"— your cried out, startling grey monster and others who were present in the restaurant. Poor Grim even dropped the piece of fish he had on a fork right on the floor, not that it stopped him from picking it up later, but he still whined for you to keep eating in silence;

— ....this.... energetic reaction from you surely was a great surprise to Azul. Equally astonished Jade turned to face his dorm leader, but the later only folded his glasses on the desk and layed his face into his palms. Azul could feel just how his face was burning from the embarrassment through the white gloves. It was amused Floyd who entered the office, with no filter repeating what just happened that forced octomer to tear his face away and order him to be quite in an unusually flustered high tone.

Kalim

— Scarabia dorm leader was tasked with something that was harder even than the homework teachers assigned: Kalim desperately wanted to ask you on a date! But....how would he do it? A word from Jamil, a surprise party, firework show— just how must he go about this whole thing? He was completely clueless!

— you were beautiful and wonderful and awesome and much more stuff he could name but you weren't talkative enough for him to understand you fully. At first, Kalim believed you were just shy: so he tried to ease the "tension" but often times he made things worse. Oh he forgot to mention that you were also extremely patient with white haired boy. That's why he fell even more in love with you than at the first sight ha ha!

— honestly Jamil found the whole situation to be needlessly tedious and decided to step in just this one time. First and foremost, Kalim had homework to do and prepare for exams so getting rid of disturbances was top priority. If Kalim had troubles choosing the way to ask you out, then he should just do the simplest thing in the book. Text you in Magicam;

— fortunately the vice dorm leader's proposal sounded good enough for Kalim, who gingerly pulled out his phone from the sand-coloured coat and shoot you a quick message. If the two of them didn't stay in the library to study, Kalim would let out a loud sign of exhaustion. Romance seemed to be so easy in the fairytales, like the one in particular from back home, he recalled. That's when all of the sudden someone let out a yelp that almost made Kalim fall off his chair;

— "WHAT?? A DATE WITH KALIM??? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! WOOOOOOOOO YEEEAAAAHHH, LET'S GOOOOO!!!!" you let go of the books you were holding, which fell right on top of Grim's head, and squeezed the phone with both of your hands while staring at the text. The monster was about to angrily tell you off when the librarian came over to you and demanded to be quiet in the reading room;

— Kalim's wide crimson eyes stared directly at wide-eyed Jamil. The later was signalling for the white haired boy to be quiet too and not to make any sounds. But given what Kalim just heard, he couldn't help drumming a little happy beat with his hands against the wooden surface of the table from sheer excitement. He finally saw it, your unrestricted elation!!

Vil

— Vil wasn't the impatient type of person per say. Yet him constantly flicking his eyes back at the clock, which was hanging in the Pomefiore gymnasium that he and other members of the club were currently occupying, would prove otherwise. It wasn't like him — and so it bothered Vil to no end;

— the truth was that beautiful male had too much on his hands recently, which normally wouldn't mean anything if it wasn't for you becoming his partner just a while ago. And by whims of fate, Vil couldn't even partake in the relationship. How ridiculous was that?

— that's not the only reason Vil's attention was drawn to the clock: the weather forecast showed that later today would be raining. And judging by how fast the clock went and his club members — not, the male wouldn't be able to even properly ask you on a date he started planning long time ago;

— Vil wished not to come to this, but it seemed like sending you a messenger via phone would be the best set of actions. The practice was basically over, so the troupe dissolved, each member doing their own thing. That included Epel, who wasn't in the club yet was supposed to do some chore for his dorm leader. The lavender boy hastily dialed your number — he was supposed to give you the history hometasks because Grim didn't note anything down as per usual;

— now just as impatiently awaiting for your reply, Vil looked around the room until he spotted Epel talking to someone on the phone. That's when from the other end he heard a distinct shouting: "I'M DEFINITELY DREAMING, VIL IS ASKING ME ON A DATE AHHHHHHHHHH!! I'M GONNA CRY FROM HAPPINESS, OH GODDD" — which without a doubt belonged to you;

— while first year winced from your loud celebrations, third year had to turn his face to the side and cover his mouth with a hand. Weren't you full of surprises, Vil thought out loud in a half whisper. The male then straighten out, pushing partially blond hair back, and made his way to Epel: he would very much like to speak to you now.

Idia

— Ortho was truly glad to see his brother change for better: despite still prioritizing himself above all, Idia had made tiny changes to improve himself in ways he could. The reason being not solely for himself or his little brother, but also to you, a stranger, a person outside of his circle;

— even the slightest reminder of the two of you being in a romantic relationship made Idia's palms excessively sweaty. With how low Idia's charisma stat was, he continuously speculated how this was all a set up. You were a real life kuudere and he was a socially inept weirdo, and yet with his incoherent rumblings, simultaneously self-deprecating and arrogant way of speaking flamed haired male somehow won your heart over;

— well anyways, what was important is that it didn't feel like he was talking to himself since you actually listened: asking him questions and stuff. Man, Idia really wanted to see you now — he recently found something that would definitely pique your interest. The male ordered Ortho to shoot you a text to come over to his room real quick. Who knows, maybe your eyes would widen and you would go "kyaa" or something, that would be a super rare sight indeed whehehe;

— as on a cue, just outside the door to his room the strangest noises have resounded. "HFSUHSHSUFJGGJGJ, IDIA YES YES I WILL GOOOOOO, I WILL GO ON A DATE WITH YOUUU" screamed a suspiciously familiar voice. The smaller Shroud checked the screen and happily declared that it seems that you were in a close proximity when the text had been sent;

— just what did Ortho typed you?? And THAT was your response?? Why it was so inhumane??? K.O., instantly in a pink blaze, just bury Idia in the ground already. For a second his little brother became really worried about his older brother well-being. Idia would probably die if he was drinking soda at that time. You didn't even know what was going on behind the closed doors, and maybe, that's for the best.

Malleus

— people were always a puzzling creatures, yet you proved to be even more enigmatic than those Malleus was fortunate enough to interact with. With little to no emotion and no unimportant word ever spoken you seemed cold and distant, just like his beloved gargoyles up on the roofs;

— for that reason he took a liking to you: meeting after meeting, Malleus came to see if you would show him anything, any smallest signs of emotion. He has become rather greedy with this, with constant need for your presence. However, how could briar prince be around you without any specific reason? And so the reason was created — you were his partner from at some point on;

— while it meant that his visits were now justified, Malleus did not know just what exactly romantic relationship carried with themselves. Undeniably, he felt his heart ache with adoration but what could he do to show you that? That's when his fae guardian came in for the rescue: Lilia, who took it upon to himself to teach everything he knows about dating;

— while Lilia had good intentions, the tale about "romantic dates" that humans practiced intrigued Malleus so much so he immediately wanted to hold one, which wasn't the initial plan. It took time to convince young prince to not disturb you at midnight, when you could possibly be already fast asleep, and instead send you a text message which you would read later. Not completely convinced, Malleus caved in, agreeing to go though the other fae's suggestions and under his guidance sending a bit too formal, awkward invitation for a date;

— not being sure what to do now, the dragon fae stared at the screen when the pop up window about the video call appeared. Confused, Lilia instructed him to press the green button, and just when Malleus's fingers came into contact with his phone it erupted in shouts;

—"GRIIIIIIIIM, LOOK. MALLEUS ASKED ME OUT ON THE DATE, HE WROTE ME A MESSAGE IN MAGICAM. IT'S REAL, GRIMMMMMM!!" your face wasn't visible, yet the voice undeniably belonged to you. You must have accidentally pushed the video call button, Lilia guessed as he chuckled, muting the microphone not to ruin the moment;

— Malleus had hard time understanding technologies, but what was crystal clear to him is your feelings. Now he had a better grasp of what was going on in your head. Truly, the fae was more than satisfied: to witness such a boisterous reaction just from a mere messege. Malleus couldn't wait to see what else you could reveal to him....

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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sadtonight · 1 year

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Eric Venue — Vil Street

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#should I just ramble about twisted here?#i wanted to keep this blog as fanfic... posting blog #but i want to talk about meaningless stuff #a dilemma after dilemma #sad should be sleeping right now 🍃

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sadtonight · 1 year

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"Smile, my bunny, smile!"

Summary: looks like someone lost a bet and now he has to wear bunny themed clothes and pretend to be a bunny as a punishment!

Characters: Riddle, Vil, Epel, Idia, Lilia;

Warnings: none, reader is gender neutral, just a bit suggestive, implied established romantic relationships;

Side notes: easter has kind of passed but whatever. Bunnies are ALWAYS relevant if you ask me 🐰

Riddle

— it's beyond him how he could even lost that bet. What put Riddle off wasn't the sour taste of defeat, but how thrilled you were at the prospect of him being an "easter bunny". It exuded Ace's mischief, which the boy was unfortunately all too familiar with and which was a harbinger of a disaster;

— and his gut feeling was correct: from Seven-knows-where you handed over the... night wear: white plush pyjamas with middle sized bunny ears and flat tail behind. The shorts barely covered his knees, yet sleeves were so long that even when rolled up, only the tips of his middle fingers were visible. You also gave him few accessories, like a rose red bow, and considered applying make-up, but his natural pink blush that wasn't coming off his face due to his bunnyfication, making him the cutest bunny boy that you have ever layed your eyes on;

— unsurprisingly, Riddle took the whole bunny business very seriously. If he is to be a bunny, even for one day, he's set on acting like one: that's why he learned behaviour patterns and even bunny language beforehand. Poor Ace joked why if he was a rabbit, he wasn't munching on a carrot, earning an hour long lecture about "rabbits" and "making assumptions" until you dragged Riddle away by using embarrassing themed bunny pet names. "My rose I'm in the middle of something- and cease calling me "fluffy ears" already!...*sigh* Alright I'm coming. Ace, I presume you have learnt your lesson, I do hope you won't make same mistake ever again"

— the pocket clock you gave him turned out to be broken!! Initially, Riddle couldn't grasp why would any animal need a clock, broken one for that matter, but know the boy suspects that it's was just a tasteless joke on your part. No wonder he was running late everywhere all day long!

— it wasn't the worst punishment Riddle has ever experienced for losing bets, but he will definitely try his best to never be a bunny again. Being a laughing stock for his dorm wasn't pleasant, and your sudden bursts of affection and photoshoots throughout the day were embarrassing him more than usual. If someone were to ask Riddle, the bunny role was tailored for you better: you circled around him happily, just like bunnies did when they were excited. The thought warmed his heart — he couldn't help but to gently pat your head when you were sitting down on the lounge sofa, admiring the photos you took today. Hmm, you wondered, what was the red haired boy thinking about?

Vil

— ah, to think that Vil would lose such an easy challenge. He really did give it his all, however, it looked like whatever drove you to victory was strong enough to beat the queen himself. It was fair and square, so he had no choice but to face the punishment that you prepared for him;

— whatever the "easter bunny" was, the male prayed it was nothing obscene. If you think he would jump into those skimpy bunny suits and walk around like that, you are dead wrong. Upon listening to your explanation, Vil mentally signed with relief, and to your astonishment agreed to whatever you were going to throw at him;

— he claimed, but when you motioned to the big brown furred bunny's head and the body's suit of the same maner Vil suddenly felt cold breeze on his neck. "My dear potato flower, would you please mind telling me why do you have this...suit? You don't say you have spent money on that, or have you?" his words held certain notes of desperation in them;

— the suit turned out to look quite passable, Vil has seen cuter mascots than this one, but at the very least it didn't look cheap and the fur didn't make him sneeze. One positive thing about this get up was the fact that his face was concealed, so no-one could recognise him unless he spoke. Except for Rook, who threw his arms in surprise upon distinctly hearing Vil's footsteps but meeting tall brown bunny figure instead;

— if bulky head and paws could be worked around with precision and magic, the heat and stuffiness were extremely hard to deal with. At the end of the day, Vil's head was filled with lamentations and grumbling: you clearly wanted him to suffer, since if it hadn't been your intentions, you would have give him plain old bunny ears to wear and be done with it;

— male's body was finally blessed with cool air that enveloped him like a blanket when you unzipped his suit from behind. The whole undressing process was rather "heated", you would joke around, if it wasn't the sharp eyed glare that Vil had, like a dagger pressed to your neck threatening to slide if you voiced the joke out loud;

— however, the "heated" part came from the state in which the man was: hair slicked back to stop it from sticking to his sweaty face, which had pouty expression, and glistering chest rising up and down in a quickened pace. You were having your hopes up by assuming you two would be taking a shower together, yet Vil in a honeyed voice flat out refused your company, as a punishment for his punishment of course.

Epel

— huh?? No way he lost.... and the punishment.... Golly, here Epel was raking up all the manliness he could and now you were telling him to dress and act like a cute bunny. It was so unfair he actually teared up a little;

— but he wasn't going to give up! The most unmanliest thing he could do was to run away, he literally had no choice but to bite the bullet and go through with it. He would show you and everyone else that bunnies and rabbits are not to meek animals and shouldn't be messed around with!!

— shame, so much shame. Scratch everything he was saying before, when he saw what he was supposed to wear for the whole day he wanted to set it on fire. How can he strike fear in anyone while wearing frilly white nightgown and huge frilly hat with a bow and a pair of bunny ears sticking out from the top??

— "Ugh, I can imagine everyone's reaction. I'm doing this only because I've lost to you alright? Next time you will be a cute little animal, not me!". Just like the boy has expected everyone, EVERYONE was laughing and cooing. Vil and Rook gave him stupid smirks all day, his first year friends were rolling on the floor from laughter, other people would point fingers and throw words "cute" and "adorable" at him. He wanted to pick up fights so badly, however, he knew that he could use this situation to his advantage;

— and used it he did. Epel got special treatment from just about everywhere. Discounts in cafeteria and Mystery Shop? Check. People letting him get stuff first? Check. Teacher being more merciful and lax towards him? Pretty much. What Epel had to do was to play coy and move his hands like paws. The power of cuteness is a force to be reckon with. It got to the point where some people offered to carry the boy around in their arms but he had to awkwardly decline;

— currently, you were watching how eagerly lavender haired boy sprung out of the nightgown, while retelling the events that happened to him today. Epel didn't even notice you cutting fresh red apple that you took from the bunch. You brought up the the fruit to his face, surprising the boy, who took the piece from your palm, only to get hit with another wave of elation: the slice was cut just like a rabbit!! It's settled, you were the cutest one today after all!

Idia

— ?! What?? The game definitely glitched, Idia was right at the finish line, but instead the "Player 2 won" announcement popped up. He wasn't going to let that slide, the man literally started to search for any evidence that suggested that it was a glitch and not his defeat. It was his little brother Ortho who denied Idia's proclaims, proving your victory with footages;

—ughhhh, why Ortho couldn't just keep silent for his older brother's sake? Now he had to go through the stupid punishment for losing the stupid bet he-- h-huh?? "A bunny suit"?? Don't tell him you mean "those" bunny suits which beautiful girls wear in anime, manga and cosplay. Idia won't-- he can't-- that's impossible and ridiculous, literally the worst thing he had ever heard in his entire life;

— you had to shake your hands on front of him to stop the flame haired male from going any further. You assured Idia that you had no ill intentions: just the bunny ears and tail. Phew, thankfully his lifestyle made it easier to complete the challenge, else he would cringe and die on the first step out of his room from shame;

— and all of the sudden, Ortho butted in again but this time the robo-boy brought up the fact that Idia had a cosplay of a character who happened to be a bunny. Oh-uh... Great, just great, now Idia had to wear "that" outfit. Admittedly, he himself has forgotten about the impulsive purchase, so now it backfired;

— Idia whined and complained but the white dress with blue elements, a carrot tucked in a pocket, stylish fluffy bunny scarf, white bunny ears and tail, black tights, and two braids with same plastic carrots sticking out of the hair were sitting on him like a glove. You asked him who was the character, and in his usual fashion Idia went on a full blown speech, even unconsciously replicating movements and a catch phrases out of habit. After realising his mistake, the male squealed just like a small wild rabbit, his hair igniting pink;

— Idia fumbled around for a few minutes straight, yet you still couldn't recover from what you have just witnessed. God, he was so adorable yet pathetic simultaneously, you couldn't wrap your head around how a man can be so endearing. You crashed him in the tight hug, promising to take care of the poor bunny, but Idia didn't find the promise to be amusing and instead deeply signed in exhaustion;

— for the rest of the day, both of you just hung out in his room. The only difference being Idia's cosplay, the funny picture of him crouching to grab another chip from the bag on the ground that you took while he wasn't looking. Little did you know, he was going to clear your phone tonight when you would be fast asleep, just after Idia conveniently suggested you to stay for the night.

Lilia

— aww he was so close to winning. Being young certainly has it's fair share of advantages doesn't it. That said, Lilia has been wondering what kind of punishment you got for him. The old fae doubted that you would be able to humiliate or flustered him— it was impossible to faze the person who has been living for centuries already;

— though he sort of predicted that one of the punishments could be connected to dressing in a certain way, what Lilia couldn't anticipate was to be a cute bunny. How delightfully innocent! Despite him supposedly having to act cutesy, you were already as charming as a bunny. Really, the idea sounded so good that the man wanted to include his little family in the picture, but each of them refused for different reasons. What a shame....

— good thing Lilia had his little bat companions that would never refuse him, right? Right. So now it was one big bat wearing oversized black hoodie with two bunny ears sewn on the sides of the hood and round black tail in the back, black slim jeans and black fluffy boots, and a bunch on small bats floating around wearing tiny white bunny ears. Lilia has always possessed a cute appeal but now it was turned up to the maximum!

— truth to be told, the fae had met rabbit beastman and the rabbits before, but couldn't really figure how he ought to act at that moment. First thing first, he forbade himself to fly, opting to run around like the small animal does. Residents of Diasomnia dorm believed they were under some weird spell that day when they saw black flashes dart left and right;

— secondly, all the kisses were transformed into so called "bunny kisses". Whenever you whined that you needed a real kiss and tried to smash your lips together with Lilia's, Lilia would counter this by dodging your advances. "No no, I'm a bunny now remember? And bunnies don't have the same lips like we do. Don't give me that look, of course I love you very much~" he would tease;

— other pranks from Lilia included stealing all vegetables and fruit from fridge, occupying space by spreading the entirety of his body on the surface and making "bunny" noises and scaring poor unknowing Sebek into screaming and Silver, who assumed that some animal was dying somewhere in the building;

— but obviously, most of time Lilia spent with you. It was almost midnight, which meant that you soon would get your good old bat fae back and not his bunny version. So when it has struck 12 on every single clock in the dorm, you finally met Lilia's lips, which were arched in a wide smile.

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #epel felmier x reader #idia shroud x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader

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A piece for two

Summary: to be invited to the birthday party but to completely miss it is awful. However, this setback won't ruin his celebration if he still can share main birthday treat with you: that is a delicious slice of birthday cake!

Characters: Vil Schoenheit;

Warnings: none, reader is gender neutral, implications of future marriage, you two are (unofficial) idiots in love;

Side notes: and here is the promised cake! Looks rather pathetic I know but that's the best I could afford and the only thing available because it's Easter here already. But anyways, happy birthday Vil!! You absolutely ruined my taste in men personally and attitude wise 💐💜

— You hastily pulled our phone, bright digital numbers swaying from left to right: it has just become 18:42 before your eyes, last time you checked it was still 14:00. To be so unapologetically late — you couldn't help but sigh from frustration and exhaustion simultaneously. If you hadn't run into unexpected problems and kept track of the time, maybe you at least could lay your hands on the birthday cake. But as it stands, the party has already most likely concluded and the only thing left to do is say hello to the birthday boy;

— finally, you saw the tip of violet rooftop of the Pomefiore dorm, only to suddenly sense the urge to turn around and leave. You promised to come but.... would he be disappointed with you? Maybe displeased? You closed your eyes: it wasn't the time to get cold feet, so you pushed on just a little more and before you knew it your legs have carried you to one particular balcony. It was strange, because you had no idea where he would be, but you were lucky: the man of the day was sitting there, waiting for none other than you;

—Vil had high lavender-blond ponytail, and was wearing what appeared to be a birthday attire, his own black birthday jacket with dark purple sleeves resting loosely on the shoulders. His cheek was resting on the back of his hand, head turned towards the direction at which the sun has already settled half way. When the sound of the opening door reached his ears, the young man rearranged his pose to face the door instead, and judging by his body language, he was really anticipating you. To add to this, despite his best effort to pout his lips curled only upwards;

— "Ara, not only you dare to come way behind set time and miss the party but also to stand before me in such disheveled, panting state? Come closer" Vil didn't sound even a thread of annoyed or disappointed, instead gingerly focusing on fixing your hair, featherly brushing his fingers against your face. "You had a rare chance to witness my face covered in edible cream, and yet you didn't take it. Don't expect to see me like that anytime soon~"

— you imagined how the scene would look like, chuckling at the thought of Trey throwing a plate full of cream at Vil. You sat down opposite of the birthday boy, and asked how everything went — Vil begun reciting the events like a movie script. He described everything in a clearest detail, except for only mentioning birthday cake briefly in passing. You found it odd, so you wondered if you should inquire until Vil placed his hands on the both sides of the small white box, that you failed to notice before, and pulled it up to reveal a nicely sliced piece of birthday cake;

— it was themed after the dorm itself, with deep purple stary frosting covering the outside, light yellow sponge cake with yellow cream and violetish blueberries covering two cuts between the layers inside. The piece was too much for one person but perfect for two. While you were admiring the pastry, which had a magnificent sugary smell, Vil unfolded a napkin and passed you the fork while taking the other one to himself;

— "It was extremely tempting, especially when I witnessed how everyone unanimously agreed that it's a wonderful cake, but I figured that it would taste even better with your company. Though don't get the wrong idea, cake is the only thing I reserved as I did try multiple other tasty dishes. Now we can start eating." he explained, and pointedly looked at you. In turn, you brought your brows together, not understanding what are you supposed to do now. Vil softly signed, "What is that look for? The first bite is for the birthday boy, obviously. You will get your first bite at our wedding soon enough", he sing sung not even break the eye contact, nor his unrestrained heartfelt smile faltering after the proclamation;

— you, on the other side of the table, tried to hide the stupid grin that spread out on your face by shielding your mouth with your free hand, feeling just how warm you face was to the touch. You tilted the fork and pushed downward, effortlessly slicing the tip on the soft sponge cake and carefully scooped the piece up, and just as cautiously slowly brought it closer to Vil. He slightly bended his face up to the fork and took the piece, watching you lightheartedly chuckle to yourself;

— "Ohh...it seems it's even better than I imagined it would be. Care to try it out too, my dear?" and now the fork with second piece had appeared right in front of face. You gingerly ate the treat, instantly feeling the sweetness melting in your mouth. You didn't pay attention at the pleased sound and expression you unconsciously made, nor at how Vil has gotten closer: he resumed his previous pose, left hand propping his chin while his right hand sliced up another piece. "Delicious, isn't it..." the young man's word quietly trailed off. He was practically beaming — the smile that decorated his face never leaving ever since your arrival, half lidded eyes gleaming with happiness, and cheek dusted in pink that mixed with orange light that the setting sun was casting on his face;

— afterwards, both of you finished the cake in turns, saw the sun finally hide away in the forest, but you still chatted away into the night until it was already time to depart. As pleasant as it was, you felt tired and a little chilly. You shivering didn't go unnoticed by Vil, who passed you his jacket and offered to lead you back home. It was his birthday today, and yet he thought of you to the very end;

—so to show how greatful you were, you drew closer to Vil and put your arms around his waist, pulling him into the warm embrace. Not only that, you planted a few kisses on his face and where your lips could reach, finishing off with whispering "Happy birthday, Vil" to his ear in a hushed, soft tone. Without any hesitation he returned the gesture, firstly kissing the corner of your mouth, but the next kiss landing directly to your lips, "And thank you for coming, I'll be waiting for you next year too, but this time, arrive a bit earlier."

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #sad's holiday special 🍃

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sadtonight · 1 year

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Vil fic....on Vil's birthday....SOON. It's insane how I finished it with 5 fricking note pages, and it may get longer as I edit. I will try to buy a dessert tomorrow and post the picture of it along with my work~

#low-key want to continue writing something else right now but my eyes are so tired #the thing in question is so depressing but easy to write. it's concerning....hah #sad should be sleeping right now 🍃

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sadtonight · 1 year

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GOOOOOOD MORNING EVERYONE ESPECIALLY EPEL FELMIER

30 pull boy, my love for you is stronger than a tree trunk and it flourishes like blossom on the fruit trees outside. Anyways, Epel Boa wanters I wish you all the luck in the world 🍎🍎

Also about luck

Don't forget to exchange useless stuff for tokens!!! You can get textbooks, grimoires and most importantly the level cap thingies. Extremely useful~

#i think the last epel card came on the 60th pull? you improve fast epel. good job #he's already 55 lvl 4/8 spell lvls lol

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sadtonight · 1 year

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Oh yeah, the April's fool day that I've missed. Sorry guys, I wasn't feeling festive if you catch my drift. Maybe next year I'll try to, I don't know, write something silly or something??

But hey, I got myself busy with writing stuff at least. 7 WIPs so far, one is going so smoothly it's scary....you will probably guess which one it is when it comes out anyways ha ha.

#my pet peeve is having an urge to write and draw at night #what if you were the most active in the night but god said the working day starts at 8 a.m.#wait wait wait hold on actually #should I write an easter fic? oh boy I'm definitely writing the easter fic #sad should be sleeping right now 🍃

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sadtonight · 1 year

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Oh definitely, maybe it doesn't fully apply to me but I've read plenty of works from different authors and have seen issues you brought up. Like writing requests — it's much more exhausting and even requires emotional labour when you need to decline request or deal with someone rude. That's why I chose to write my ideas and the characters of my choice even if it cost me fame and separated me from a big chunk of fandom.

Also, fanfics usually don't get as much traction as fanarts and incorrect quotes (memes basically) due to later being more digestible. I don't blame anyone for choosing to interact with easy funny content more, but given what is twisted wonderful, it's a pity people fixate mostly on that.

I brought that point up because:

a) from creators perspective, they have to realise that they might not became as famous as they think they will initially. You must remember though, that you should create from your heart and passion — this is not a competition nor a full-blown workplace. And if you find your audience — appreciate and cherish them.

b) from ordinary twst fan perspective, if you saw or read something and you enjoyed it in some way, you definitely should reblog it. There is nothing to be scared of (I was extremely anxious about reblogging at first because I didn't want to seem annoying). If you don't know what to put in the tags, you can just tag 'twisted wonderful' or reblog without tagging — who knows, maybe through your reblog someone will find the work and will scream in tags in your stead.

(also the edit lol, I really get what you mean, sometimes I'm asking myself that too)

PLEASE READ

LET'S TALK, I've done this rant before but it seems people can't take a hint. Thought I'm grateful to receive attention, I think people need to learn the, ever so shocking truth.. that writers are people?!

Each time I release a fic, which is practically every day, I get my asks filled with requests, which is bothersome already, but it quite upsets me because in my pinned, it says and clearly states that my requests are closed. Not to mention that, you can clearly see that people legitimately don't read my pinned or rules when they send these requests (Yes I can tell, it's not that hard) and or the requests come off demanding, so instead of a request it sounds like an order.

Now you may be thinking, "Cupid, can't you just delete the requests?" To that I answer, yes and I have but you fail to see how this impacts me. I'm actually online, almost always and I do see your asks when you send them, but these sort of requests have deflated me to the point where I legit cant write anymore and or have the energy to talk with anyone. If you were to check my tumblr status, it would always say I'm online right now however, because of this happening frequently, it's ruining my personal tumblr experience and I've been here for about an year and have dealt with quite difficult situations, but it has never made me feel this bad.

Because, this shows how much respect an average fanfic writer lacks, please be kind to your writers and be polite when you requests, where artists are praised for their talent (They deserve all of it, I'm serious my artist friends have hands of God I tell you) and meme's/incorrect quote posts are almost always at the top of the tags with quite little effort compared to writing (I'm using the term compared, specifying this since people always find a way to cause a scene) and praised for being funny. Writer's are quite on the shelf when you think about it.

When requesting an art piece that is free, people make sure to ask rather politely and most of the times, they have something nice to say to the artist, once again they deserve it but compared to a writer who keeps requests open, even if they do commissions. We still lack this sort of respect, were providing free content, but it's much less appreciated then other things.

Let me provide another point, from my most popular deuce fic is a crackfic of Deuce discovering chocolate milk, didn't come from brown cows and my latest one is this a yandere fic with a wordcount of 2k, crackfics which took little to no effort on my part, is much more popular than a fic which I spent serious time and effort on. (Both are x readers)

And if that wasn't enough, let's touch the aspect of reblogs a bit.. (Reblogs are what help get posts on the top of tags and or attention in general) I've seen multiple blogs, which reblogged incorrect quote's and maybe even art (Mostly just twst incorrect quotes), but they don't reblog other works, (I'm not attacking meme blogs, they're funny as hell) but If you like something you should reblog it! (Including art), please I've seen many many good writers, fall down hill just because they don't get that attention, since they're so new! Hell I have side blogs other then my spam, in which I reblog a lot of writers & artists works, sometimes I'll reblog a particular post 5 times!

Since I'm going the rabit hole of everything wrong with how writers are treated compared to other contributors in fandoms.. new writers have to deal with ass, I was a new writer at one point, and I've had many side blogs that I do not share on my main blog, and I do not connect the two together. AND LET ME TELL YOU.. You have not seen disrespect when it comes to requests and asks, unless you are a new writer in huge and medium sized fandoms, small ones give you least amount of attention but they appreciate you since well the fandoms so dry of content!

Also nsfw writers, let's talk about them. (I'm not a Nsfw writer but I'm friends with a lot of them, and no I do not read adult blogs content, I only read their fluff, I respect that mdni sign with all my heart) JUST BECAUSE THEY WRITE NSFW DOESNT MEAN THEY'RE A PEDO, just because A WRITER IS 18 AND LIKES A CHARACTER WHO'S 17 DOES NOT MAKE THEM A PEDO, It's fictional, someone I knew got called a Pedo all over for liking Azul as a 18 year old, and they only wrote fluff for him. And also, just because they write Nsfw is not a valid reason to attack them, now if they wrote shotacon and you know things that generally is wrong then there is a reasonable reason to call them out? But when you attack someone for writing nsfw in general, and or hate of them for that. It's stupid, I've seen so many users genuinely hurt by the hate, and others play it off, but it really shouldn't be played off! Also by doing this, it takes away from the actual impact of the word pedo, it's a sensitive topic don't throw it around. Also on that note, many Nsfw writers are actually asexual! (From blogs I've seen in the past, and people I've met) so.. keep that in mind.

I'm beginning to see how off topic I went in this rant, but it's been eating me alive not talking about it. So let's talk about it.. If your against me in any part of this, and have an actual valid argument please feel free to inbox me about it, I know I may be in the wrong, it's just what I've personally seen and want to say, but I'd be more than happy to correct it, if I'm in the wrong. If I do get hate for mentioning this then I'll ignore you. (Most likely, unless I feel the need to add onto something or provide input/context to your ask)

Happy reading, enjoy your night/day!

EDIT: Just found out quick reblogging exists, what is your excuse now, like I'm genuinely asking. If reblogging hurts your precious aesthetic (I say, as I'm a very aesthetic oriented person.. make a side blog!)

#another rant sorry guys #this needs to be repeated and practiced though #if you want to have a fandom with content

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sadtonight · 1 year

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I undoubtedly love twst fan content and cherish the creators but istg if after ch 6 you still will be writing Vil so poorly I'll have to reconsider my opinion regarding you some of you guys.

You don't have love him or to know him like the back of your hand, because it doesn't take much to see that he's not haughty, spiteful, uncaring or emotionally cold and "zero fun allowed" kind of person. I've seen some negative opinions (having a negative option is valid by itself) with the most immature takes ever. If you only want to stand by the wrongfully assigned negative traits you "see" in Vil, despite his character being given on the silver platter in the game, then it doesn't make you any less better than people in cannon who have treated/treat him like a villain because they can't/refuse to see what's beyond the surface level.

But if you don't vibe with Vil or just don't like his looks that's totally fine. Preferences in personality and appearance are always subjective so I get it, that's why we all have our favourites.

#half of hcs are so good until they fall so short when it concerns vil.....#it kind of....hurts to see your favourite character awfully mischaracterized #anyways end of rant 🍃

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Grocery spree

Summary: short description of boys' behaviour when they are tasked with buying groceries at the local supermarket;

Characters: all students of NRC;

Warnings: no Yuu/reader, no relationships, just ordinary shenanigans;

Side notes: it came to me in a dream (while I was tring to fall asleep extremely late at night but still). I only now realised that I'll need to put 22 names in the tags...

Riddle

— he goes extremely in depth about each item on the shopping list: what brand, price, quantity, quality, size, packaging etc you name it. The answer in likes of "just buy whatever" is not satisfactory!! When Riddle can't find exactly what he was "supposed" to buy, he immediately jumps from one shop to another until he finds what he needs. It's best if he is accompanied by someone...

Trey

— wonderful candidate: no issues, no problems at all. Except don't expect to see cakes, cupcakes, pastries, bread, desserts and such. Why? Well, he can bake everything himself of course. That's why Trey returns with tons of eggs, sugar and flour every time instead. Maybe a few dental care products (just in case) along the way;

Cater

— usually gets everything, even saves up quite a bit of money! Since he is always on Magicam, coupons and discounts are his guiding lights — Cater already has his hands on discount goodies before they are swept away by others. The only problem is that ginger doesn't like carrying shopping bags, so he often searches for whoever is available to shop with him. Buys trendy food of the week for pics;

Ace

— nah, he hates going for groceries, especially if he is alone and he has to give the remaining money back. It's best not to assign him with a chore because Ace will most certainly not only forget half the stuff from the list but the whole list itself. And he will (try to) secretly buy snacks for himself, so ask for receipt and recount change if you want your money to be spend accordingly;

Deuce

— he may not always come back with everything that was on the list but at least he is reliable. Each time he goes to supermarket, Deuce is staggered with how prices have risen, even if not by a lot. He is well versed in grocery shopping thanks to frequently aiding his mom. Checks every egg in the carton box when purchases eggs;

Leona

— do you really expect him of all people to go to supermarket for groceries? Exactly. If by any miracle Leona is going, he hates every second of it. Throws ungodly amount of meat in the cart, very expensive one too. It may look like the beastman doesn't even bat an eye at the price tags, however he does read, it's just he has enough to spend. Hates standing in the queue at the checkout with burning passion, falls asleep mid through;

Ruggie

— the guy just doesn't understand the appeal of supermarkets, you can't even haggle there... At any rate, don't give Ruggie huge budget unless you want to see long boa in place of receipt. If he has no room for grand purchases, he always makes sure to cut himself enough money for a treat from what he was given. Unapologetically eats a lot at food sample stands, even takes some with him if he is able to;

Jack

— safe choice for the most part, not if there is a huge sale or something because then he may unwillingly run into someone rude who will most likely throw him out of loop. Jack is adamant on holding the basket or cart, honestly he likes his role far more than buying things. When he sees anything with pears in it he immediately thinks of his family back home;

Azul

— he would rather "request" aid from someone else but if Azul is to go, he will make sure to make it as useful as possible. He will closely observe different tricks and tactics that the staff uses to sell more goods, for educational purposes naturally. Merman's least favourite aisles with snacks. Seriously, why do they put mountains of cola and chips on full display?? Each time he has to resist the temptations....

Jade

— neat and perfect, on the first glance. Jade's scouting for groceries can end up not as smoothly as it should be, which he doesn't mind per say. Ah, but it's already the fifth supermarket where he has been mistaken for his twin brother and forced to leave. He would rather not go in circles around for a chore, so Jade just verbally "convinces" stuff to relent and let him finally do the shopping;

Floyd

— oh boy, better pray that something good will happen with Floyd or nothing out of ordinary along the way. Because it directly influences which content he brings back — it's hard to pinpoint the exact number of success rates. Since supermarkets are quick to bore him out, the hobby of his is to go straight to the fish aisle to taunt living fish in the aquarium. The merman is banned in several stores already--

Kalim

— oh yeah!! Kalim is not used to going to supermarkets for "reasons", so he is very much thrilled first time around. This excitement is quickly brought down by the set grocery budget. Waaah... turns out buying things with such restrictions is far more difficult than he anticipated. Surprisingly, Kalim bought everything needed, though he did return kind of dejected;

Jamil

— absolutely perfect. The stuff on the list, the time taken, the receipt, the discounts — just all boxes checked. Boom, done. Jamil is truly capable of everything, going to supermarket is not a big deal at all, it's even better in a way than the markets he is so used to attending solely because there are no bugs. What else he needs rather than such great reassurance?

Vil

— he doesn't need to be told to go for groceries as he is buying them for himself anyways. Though Vil prefers to buy fresh vegetables and fruit elsewhere. The problem with going to supermarket is in keeping low profile, unless your face isn't plastered across popular drinkable yogurt brand? Said yogurt is quite tasty and plenty healthy, which is why he had taken up the gig. From bystanders' perspective, Vil looks like someone's mom or aunt with his whole cover get-up;

Rook

— this guy is delighted to go to somewhere like supermarket. Rook prefers to seek and hunt food for himself, but he can't deny this certain allure of the place. He also enjoys watching people's thought process right before his eyes: like how one can easily replace spaghetti with discount cheap liquor in an abundant quantity! This fascinating phenomena does hold him off a bit from his task, but how can he be blamed?

Epel

— not too enthusiastic about going for groceries until it strikes him that he can show off how reliable and strong he is. Okay then, count him in! Shakes his head in disapproval while browsing the fruit section. The choice of food overall is big but not on par with the one in his village in terms quality. It kind of sours his mood... not until his eyes fall onto the cool products that he has never seen before back home;

Idia

— no. Literally, the delivery drones work all the time, same with 24/7 convenience stores. Besides, why would you pick someone with such a low strength stats, are you out of your mind- And here Idia was, in a huge scary supermarket full of people. The fright was so intense that he only bought what was nearest to him and didn't bother looking for other stuff. Almost left fire marks on the floor with how fast he bolted through the self check-out desk;

Ortho

— it's true that technology has advanced enough that it's much less energy consuming to order things online, however going somewhere is just fun! Ortho is really up to it, he can analyze the content of food directly instead of only what's written in the package to better understand nutrition value and he can unwind in general. The boy generally is very helpful too!

Malleus

— never ever has been to supermarket before, so that's definitely a new experience for him. From others' point of view it looked like Malleus has come to an art museum instead: he even stood still for a few minutes listening to music from the speakers. The fae is amazed by the choice of foods that is available, even seeing products he had never encountered back at Briar Valley. He does find queues bothersome, but it's something he could overlook, this time;

Lilia

— like a fish in the sea. Lilia can wander around the store for hours, coming up with all sorts of recipes he could cook! Constantly adds things not on the list and takes away those he deems "unnecessary". If you take a look into his cart, you will never guess what he was going to cook with all those ingredients, none of which can even work together. Buys candy for his children, club members and friends too;

Silver

— are you sure you want him to go? Yes, Silver can indeed complete such simple deed, and yet him falling asleep at any random moment will surely hinder the whole process. If he is still going, the knight then also buys some nuts, vegetables and fruits for his animal friends. Something for lord Malleus, father and Sebek as well, yet often forgets to buy something for himself;

Sebek

— he is so up to it he may forget to take the list with himself, provided the chore was assigned by Malleus or Lilia, or at least anyone Sebek respects for that matter. Believe me, he is not above making a scene if someone takes the last goodie that was on the list, which he deems extremely important, only to cool down when the store worker rolls out the cart full of the thing in question. Thanks Seven neither lord Malleus, master Lilia nor Silver saw his blunder...

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sadtonight · 1 year

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"Why yes, necromancy is an occupation of mine"

Summary: one day amidst one of your usual rituals involving trapping yourself in the coffin, you opened the lid to see children in dark robes gather in a weird dark hall around the mirror. Did you die again or did you traverse through another realm? Might as well find something interesting or useful to occupy yourself with;

Characters: vice dorm leaders (including Ruggie and Ortho);

Warnings: non explicit description of gore, reader is gender neutral, reader has done/does morally and legally ambiguous thing, reader is weird and ominous interpret it however you will, platonic relationships;

Side notes: I've been a little obsessed with a certain game (not telling which though it's for your own good) and it had a hot (in an old-wash-cloth way) dark priest/necromancer and I got really hyped with the whole thing and wrote this. Enjoy.

Trey

— so the first few times where Trey spotted you were somewhere is out in the wild: in botanical garden, on sports field, near the woods behind and in the inner yard, making him naively believe that you just liked to be surrounded by nature. Something in sorts of like Rook right?

— wrong, absolutely wrong, and the Heartslabyul vice dorm leader understood that after your sudden visit to the said dormitory. You were rather well disposed, despite appearing a little off...creepy if he's to be frank: shovel and a simple thread bag in hands, wearing seemingly adventurous or morbid smirk, it was hard to say for certain;

— first you started joking around by throwing questions like if anyone died and got buried on Heartslabyul grounds recently, and Trey decided to play along and gave you ambiguous answers which only gave you false hope. However, later upon not finding a single trace of the dead you understandably got upset and annoyed with third year and he it finally clicked that you were.... not in fact joking??

— he tried to avoid you afterwards, but with time though, you both found a way to befriend and you scared him much less than before. Trey was just an ordinary normal person, of course he wasn't and isn't interested in *that* field of magic. Much to your dismay, Trey didn't let you perform anything or spook anyone while you were in his dorm, particularly because of the dorm leader who could find your tricks tasteless and threatening to existing order;

— strictly forbid you to hex or curse anything in the kitchen especially the cooking. A huge let down, Trey can somehow understand, but he doesn't want his cooking and baking to be associated with bad luck or excruciating pains in stomach areas. He can buy something for you to practice dark spells on. Also, last rule: do not teach anyone those spells especially Ace, Deuce and Carter.

Ruggie

— when you are dealing with something as delicate as revival of the deceased, it doesn't take much to completely ruin the ritual or for it to simply not work as intended. You are unfortunately used to failure, and the last thing you can do is return the test subject back to where it started it's life;

— you would do so provided some mix of hyena and human didn't try to steal the dead chicken on stone table you were working with. You finally caught the creature red handed and summoned ghost hands to keep it lying on the ground, it then begging you to not kill it while you contemplated what to do next;

— Ruggie was absolutely sure you would off him right there and then, but eventually you let him go. Man, that chicken sure didn't worth his hide despite it enabling him to be fed for days. What was your deal anyways?

— well, at least he got to swipe shiny blue cristal of the table: it must cost enough for him to skip working some odd jobs! Or so Ruggie thought, not noticing you stepping out of a dark thick cloud of smoke, visibly pissed off;

— the cristal in question was safely returned to its rightful owner, granted now not to get severely cursed beastman had to do those same odd-jobs he tried to evade. Sometimes while chasing easy money you end up working more than you thought you would huh?

— you were really clueless on how things were in Twisted Wonderful, just like a newly born kitten. Naturally, he could have taken advantage of your lack of common knowledge but taking more risks wasn't the right course of action. So Ruggie gave you the basics, like explaining to you what he "was" and some other students "were" and what is allowed and prohibited in NRC;

— one day, while hanging out with you Ruggie realised something: that by now, he could've ditched you as he had made up to you, but instead beastman occasionally follows after your nonexistent tail. Now that he thinks about it, hanging out with you is kinda fun — doing all sorts of pranks and shenanigans, half of which rewarded him with stuff. Yeah, you were scary sometimes, but you know who can also be scary? Leona, and Ruggie gets along with him just fine;

Jade

— history, history, animal languages. Four long shelves solely dedicated to astrology, and countless "Basic and advanced potion making" books stuffed into wooden bookcases, spreading deeper into the room without any hint at ending. And yet, anything related to dark magic could not be found. This college reeked of something dark brewing inside it's walls, and yet it appears it's purely aesthetical with no substantial meaning behind;

— until you saw a figure in the corner of your eye: tall male figure with one hand on the chin and other supporting it, mismatched eyes and calm, knowledgeable expression. A prim and proper student who would probably help you, you guessed, so you shortened the distance and directly inquired the man;

— the student's eyes only enlarged and you noticed that he was wearing familiar fish earring that made a dangling sound. Truly, Jade wasn't expecting a stranger asking him where to find occult literature, for a second he felt guilty for not believing Azul that the clients would naturally flock over to such items;

— luckily for you, his generous dorm leader recently has acquired such papers that you could find interesting. Thus both of you set out to Octavinelle dorm. Oh but eelmer naturally wanted to know the reason for your interest in dark magic, and you told him even more than he had originally anticipated;

— the spells and curses available in the Twisted Wonderful could not be on par with what you told him you partook in your world. Jade listened very carefully to what you were saying, worrying smirk stretching on his cheeks as you told him how you fooled around and played with oblivious humans, summoning creatures from other worlds to scare farmers and aristocracy alike and in-between;

— your mutual playfulness played a big role in your friendship, as you and Jade hit it off after first encounter pretty quickly. Those unfamiliar with Jade more closely, pitied him while seeing a creep like you sticking to his side, when those who knew the vice dorm leader regarded both of you as the natural disaster personified!

Jamil

—much thanks to his position, Jamil was especially wary of a new student, rumoured to be creepy and dangerous, wandering the college premise. That's why, Jamil strictly forbidden Kalim to ever set foot into Ramshackle dorm where you currently resided;

— but the Scarabia dorm leader wanted to befriend this unique mysterious person! They surely must be lonely, being ostracized by students. One little tour around the sunny, sandy dorm wouldn't be an issue right? Maybe you are not that bad, unlike other people like to paint you as;

— Jamil was getting more anxious by the minute: Kalim didn't respond to his messages and calles for two and a half hours. Vice dorm leader just hoped that Kalim has forgot the phone somewhere in the dorm. Until he heard an unfamiliar voice ask if the treasures were cursed and other, annoying one, replying: "Ha ha, of course not! Why would they be? You are so weird, but in a good way!". Following that, it wasn't difficult to guess whose first voice belonged to;

— after screams and tears (both Kalim's), Jamil has unwilling became your friend. Sigh, at least you do not impose any threat to this moron, for now at least. He tried to interact with you as little as possible, however during the times he did interact with you Jamil has noted that your knowledge might come in handy to him, so he seemingly politely but nonetheless cautiously approached you more;

— not that everything you told him turned out to be useful for his job like he expected to. Interesting yes, often disturbing though... offering insane "aid", which usually sounded like: "I can put an instant death spell that turns anyone who dares to touch Kalim into a red puddle, if you wish!" to which Jamil has to hastily reply "Please no, thank you very much for the offer!"

Rook

— on one hand, seven diverse dorms with different climates made your ingredient and sight gathering trips easier, but on the other hand — more tedious. Where can you find flat stone surfaces? Are ghosts, phantoms and spectors also present at other college premises? Where could the most venomous snakes live? No amount of notes could keep up with things you needed for your dark rituals, and getting a helper sounded to good to be true....

— except for when such person did appear, as if reading your mind,— descending behind you from the tree you were investigating for some moss. You were a single fireball away from incinerating the intruder until his sonorous words hit your ears: "Bonjour! The kind of moss you are meticulously searching for at the moment is widely spread in the northwestern side of the Pomefiore forest. I recommend us to head that way until the sun is still high";

— and with that you unwillingly trailed through the forest with Rook Hunt, whose name you initially believed to be merely an ostentatious nickname. His intentions were unclear, so you couldn't truly appreciate his "skills" and abilities, but it barely seemed to faze the man in question who was both simultaneously praising and criticizing the proficiency of your ingredient gathering and navigation;

— somehow, the Pomefiore vice dorm leader wormed himself into your day to day life: if Rook was free from any duties, he was attached to your hip for as long as time could grant him. Your dark, petrified aura enchanted his heart; chilling, ink black morbid curiosity that Rook willingly got himself drunk with each time he got to see you in action;

— despite how many times the man repeated the same verses over and over when confronted, you felt like Rook was still hiding the reason for his close presence: you were not foolish enough not to feel his gaze from somewhere afar. Nonetheless, you acted with amicability which was met with same gestures. As long as you do not impose any dangers, why shouldn't Rook befriend someone as intriguing as yours persona?

Ortho

— you were minding your business, finally reaching NCR main gates, beyond tired and irritated, swearing under your breath: the bus drivers in this world were utterly incompetent and unprofessional! No man let you load your little thread bag into the bus, accusing it of reeking like rot and dirt. They themselves arguably smelled worse if someone were to ask you. Admist your recollection of today's events, you failed to notice something approaching your side;

— Ortho was just flying around the college premise, since Idia chose to remain in his room yet again, when he spotted a suspicious figure that turned out to be none other than new student. Curious as to what you were up to, he softly flew up and scanned the bag.... finding severely decomposed human tissue and bones...?

— you finally decided to pay attention to this strange looking ghost child, you assumed, and explained that you were just making a friend for yourself. Those words intrigued Ortho and he showed great interest in the ritual — you didn't mind per say, so long as he helps you to carry the heavy bag to the Ramshackle that is;

— needless to say, you proudly puffed your chest when bones and flesh sticked back into a 'human', the creature making a hoarse, indistinguishable sounds as it was limping behind your every step. The boy on the other hand had been typing something on a translucent keyboard. The robot himself replied that he was just trying to see if he could find the spells and sigils you used, finding very little information in the databases;

— you didn't understand what he meant, as all the knowledge was stored in writings and books, but decided to leave the ghost be. Said ghost by the end of his research pleaded you to allow him to record your field of magic. Although, Ortho could calculate the risks which were involved, some irrational part in his program nudged him to learn more! You found it amusing that this odd blue flamy ghost was so enthusiastic about necromancy, after all, irony was deeply intervened with dark forbidden magic;

Lilia

— first impressions are important. Not to you though, you could care less of how other's perceive you, as you carried your occupation like a trophy on a hip. Those who were not foolish enough to disturb you were left unscratched, as opposed to those who could not give you peace;

— and yet you just couldn't catch this one elusive magenta vampire boy, whose wide round eyes were following your every move. You tried to repel the creature with all means that are known to repel vampires, but it produced zero results with sharp teethed beast drawing closer and closer from the shadows;

— Lilia's infatuation with you was not related to the blood you carried, but to the figurative blood that was smeared on your hands. The fae could see right through you like through the clear waters of the spring: Lilia encountered the likes of you in the past a lot. Since then, centuries have passed yet the sticky deadly stench could never be mistaken nor forgotten: who knows what kind of miseries could befall on the college with your foul presence around here?

—Silver could see his father carefree smile was lower than usual, which could mean that something serious was up. Or how the fae would randomly stare at something in the crowd with eyes wide and full of something animalisticly horrifying. It appeared he was watching you, the new student...?

— it's true though: you exchanged both intangible and tangible daggers between yourselves. Yours were covered with poison, that could make this relentless fool tremble pathetically like a worm on the ground, and his...well, you are not keen on finding out;

— this would continue for who knows how long if it wasn't for Silver who stepped up and confronted you directly. The scene only added fuel to the fire when Lilia saw his son talking to you, parental instinct that he felt, not as often as it should've been, rushing in his veins prompting him to instantly materialize behind you with the tips of his sharp nails aimed at your warm neck;

— in those unpleasant conditions you had to explain to the Diasomnia duo that you, in fact, came with relative peace and most importantly — involuntary. After a long interrogation that made your poor feet hurt, Lilia relented at last and Silver profusely apologized for his... mentor's behaviour. Just when you finally thought you got rid of that pesky little vampire, the next day he sat right beside you in the canteen, teasing you for picking up the cheapest food available. Oh lords of darkness.....

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #trey clover #ruggie bucchi #jade leech #jamil viper #rook hunt #ortho shroud #lilia vanrouge

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