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twstedbeauty · 3 years

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Twisted Wonderland Pokemon AU Pt. 1

No one asked for this, but I couldn’t get this thought out of my brain. So I thought I would share it with all of you! This is just what I think the Dorm Leader’s main Pokemon would be, so I guess it’s pretty much their partner Pokemon. I’ll divide this into three parts; Dorm Leaders, Vice Dorm Leaders and Dorm Members!

DISCLAIMER: THESE ARE JUST MY OPINIONS AND JUST MADE FOR HARMLESS FUN. IT’S OKAY IF YOU DISAGREE WITH ANY OF MY CHOICES! I’D LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU ALL THINK~♡

Dorm Leaders + Main Pokemon

Riddle Rosehearts - Bisharp

What can I say? Bisharp’s face looks like a huge axe and I thought it was fitting for the whole “Off With Your Head” thing. Another potential candidate I was considering was Roserade or maybe Tsareena, but in the end I went with Bisharp.

“It's accompanied by a large retinue of Pawniard. Bisharp keeps a keen eye on its minions, ensuring none of them even think of double-crossing it.”

Sounds pretty familiar, doesn’t it? An efficient, ruthless Pokemon keeping close eye on it’s followers to ensure they don’t fall out of line? That’s exactly what Riddle was doing in Chapter 1.

Plus, it can learn the move Guillotine. Nuff said.

Leona Kingscholar - Luxray (Shiny)

I have no excuse for this one either. It’s a yellow and black lion, so of course I thought it was fitting for the character twisted from freaking Scar. Plus, I feel like Pyroar is more fitting for his brother Fareena? Shiny Luxray seems fitting for a Pokemon equivalent of Scar, while a normal Pyroar looks more akin to Mufasa.

“Seeing through solid objects uses up a lot of Luxray's electricity, so the Pokémon sleeps for long periods of time to store up energy.”

A big yellow and black lion that sleeps for long periods of time. Yeah, that’s definitely a Pokemon for Leona. I can just see the two of them napping together in the botanical gardens.

Azul Ashengrotto - Malamar

HA! You thought I was going to give him a Tentacruel or an Octillery, didn’t you? THINK AGAIN. MALAMAR AIN’T EVEN A WATER TYPE EITHER.

But in all seriousness, aside from the fact that it’s themed after a squid, there is a reason I think it’d be a good Pokemon for Azul.

“It wields the most compelling hypnotic powers of any Pokémon, and it forces others to do whatever it wants.” This Pokemon is absolutely terrifying. It’s able to brainwash people and make it do whatever it was. For someone like Azul, who thrives on screwing people over just to further his own goals, a Pokemon like Malamar would make deals go a lot smoother.

(Also, Malamar’s pre-evolution Inkay is so cute and unassuming, so I thought it be a fitting first Pokemon for baby Azul. They both eventually change into something you don’t want to mess with.)

Kalim Al-Asim - Panpour

Probably not the choice you thought it’d be, right? Well, given that Kalim’s power centers around creating water, I thought that a Water Type Pokemon would be fitting for him. But I was also considering his whole theme around Aladdin and thought about Abu, so all I needed to do was find a Pokemon that would fit both themes.

And then I remembered the Elemental Monkeys.

“It does not thrive in dry environments. It keeps itself damp by shooting water stored in its head tuft from its tail.” Now see, this is interesting because Kalim comes from the Land of Hot Sands. It would be VERY dry over there, definitely not a good place for a Panpour...unless you happen to have unique magic centered around water. I can just imagine Kalim making it rain for his Panpour and the two of them playing in it together. They’d be so cute!

Vil Schoenheit - Salazzle

A beautifully deadly Pokemon for a beautifully deadly Queen!

When I first started thinking about this idea, Vil was the first character I assigned a Pokemon and Salazzle just fits him so well. Just look at it!

“Filled with pheromones, its poisonous gas can be diluted to use in the production of luscious perfumes.”

SO NOT ONLY DOES THIS POKEMON MAKE A HAREM OF ITS MALES, BUT IT’S POISONOUS GAS CAN BE PUT IN PERFUMES. TELL ME THIS POKEMON ISN’T MADE FOR VIL.

I can just SEE this thing lounging on Vil’s lap like a big cat as he sits in his throne in Pomefiore, secretly judging everyone around it.

Idia Shroud - Rotom

I’ll admit, Idia was probably the hardest for me to pair with a Pokemon. He’s still a bit of a mystery to me. I know his big thing is technology and video games, so I knew an Electric type would fit the best. Then I finally settled on Rotom. It’s Ghost and Electric, which I thought was fitting for Idia.

“Its electric-like body can enter some kinds of machines and take control in order to make mischief.”

You’d think that a Pokemon like this would be a nightmare for a programmer like Idia, but I think the opposite. I think Idia would work with Rotom and build machines for it to inhabit just like in the games. He and his Rotom work together, so their bond is pretty close.

Also, I can just see Idia siccing Rotom on people that annoy him to mess up their Wi-Fi or fry their phone.

Malleus Draconia - Dragonite (Shiny)

...I can explain.

Look, I know that there are a LOT of very powerful and intimidating Dragon types in the Pokemon roster. I know that I could have given him a legendary Pokemon if I wanted to, but just hear me out...

...No one would ever expect the next King of the Valley of Thorns and descendant of Maleficent herself to have a dopey looking Dragonite as his main Pokemon.

You’d see Malleus and be like “Oh, I bet he’s got such a powerful Pokemon! He looks so intimdating!” AND THEN HE SENDS OUT THIS THING. BIGGEST PLOT TWIST EVER.

That and plus it’s color’s fit with Maleficent cough

Also, his Dragonite’s name is Gao-Gao. No, I do not take criticism.

#twisted pokemon au #pokemon #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twsted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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courtlyharlequin · 4 years

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Hellooo!! I'd like to request HCs as to how Riddle, Lilia, and Epel would react to their female s/o who acts cute and clumsy most of the time?? :o

Cutesy

Warning (s): spoilers for Heartslabyul’s chapter!

A/N: I’m sure that when you say “act” you mean that’s just how she is? As in she’s not pretending to be that way for their attention or to get something from them? Maybe I’m reading into this too much…

Riddle Rosehearts:

You. Are. Adorable.

Your cute dresses match the Heartslabyul aesthetic and his own to a T. Riddle often overthinks and frets over his own attire to match yours, analyzing your tastes and what you tend to wear.

Did he really borrow a dozen copies of fashion books from the library? Yes, but when questioned, he says: “it’s for research for his history class project!”

He isn’t a tsun in my opinion. He’s just flat out embarrassed. The poor boy just wants to match so badly with you, his darling.

Riddle wants to be cute too! You often fawn over dolls with matching clothes so he figured he might give you the opportunity in real life.

He’s a simp, okay? He just doesn’t know it... yet.

The fact that you melt his heart just by doing something so simple is an addictive feeling, something he cannot have enough of even though it’s bad for him.

Your clumsiness wrecks havoc upon the rose gardens. One time, you tripped and accidentally let the flamingos loose. At first, Riddle giggles at you. But after seeing the flamingos fly ago like that… his soul left his body.

He often scolds you, telling you to be more careful, that he’s worried.

Riddle will most certainly catch you if you fall, but he won’t pardon you if you make a mess and especially if you ruin his tea parties or violate any rules.

Whether you’re his girlfriend or not, rules are still rules. He’s more lenient compared to before his overblot fiasco, but for his whole life, he followed and enforced the Queen of Heart’s rules. It’s not something he drops so easily but he does acknowledge that some are ridiculous.

Even if he does chide, Riddle hopes that this quirky trait of yours will always be there. It compliments your cuteness, after all.

Lilia Vanrouge:

*insert his signature chuckle*

Since Lilia was a caretaker for Malleus and Silver, he’s a natural at handling klutzy people. Albeit, you aren’t as oblivious as a certain crown prince so that was a plus.

You’re interesting and amusing too.

Lilia purposefully speaks in fae language, telling you that he’s actually speaking in English (or whatever language the characters at NRC speak).

He adores the pouts you give him when you finally realize that he was messing with you.

While Lilia does think you’re a source of entertainment, as living forever is quite boring, he truly cares for you in his own way.

And I do mean, his own way.

He cooks you something!!

When you spilled it, he couldn’t tell if you did it on purpose or not.

Humans aren’t fond of his food for some reason and it’s quite disheartening.

He keeps an eye on you and guides you away from things he deems hazardous so you’re never in harm’s way.

You assume that you’re finally overcoming your clumsiness and Lilia just never had the heart to tell you otherwise.

If you’re into cute clothing, he would be overjoyed!

He’s cute. You’re cute. You’re both cute.

A power couple. A cute couple.

He’s thriving, flourishing and relishing.

“Are you into traditional clothing?” he wonders.

Fufu~

Epel Felmier:

If you trip over your own feet, Epel is somehow always there to catch you like a prince on a white horse.

His hold on you is soft like a cloud and he lets go of you before you know it, not wanting to be scolded by his dorm leader or just, in general, hold a girl in such an awkward position for too long.

He may act cool about it and tell you to watch your step, but internally, he’s screaming and freaking out about it.

“Again?! What is she tripping over?! What if I didn’t catch her?!”

This first year makes sure to hold your hand whenever he can so he can pull you back if you trip or direct you somewhere before you slam against a wall.

Epel doesn’t think much of your physical appearance even if you look doll-like and “cute” to the other students.

He’s been called cute ever since he got here and he doesn’t like throwing that word around too much.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have to say much because Vil is having a field day with you two, dressing you both up in matching outfits and calling you both dolls.

While Epel crumbles at this, your radiant smile and genuine interest in dressing up in this “cute” attire makes it worthwhile.

At least he has someone to suffer with him now even if you accept and embrace the fact that people do call you cute.

Of course, this bliss is temporary.

Vil went on a rampage after you spilled one of the perfume bottles in the spa on accident.

Epel covers for you. You’re worth it... but agh Vil!!!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #epel felmier x reader

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empressofmankind · 5 years

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Father - part 3/3: ‘Keener’

Fandom: Warhammer 40.000

Character/s: Magos Drusher, Interrogator Brooks, Inquisitor Genevieve Helve Allenbrisk, Inquisitor Gregor Eisenhorn, Lord-Inquisitor Tomàs de Torquemada-Coteaz (mentioned)

Location/s: Helter Fortress

Premises: An in-between chapter for the book ‘Magos’ which can be read between chapter 6 and 7. It functions as an introduction of the primary OCs Genevieve Allenbrisk and Cristine Brooks into the book setting. Third person but narrated from Drusher’s point of view. You can find part 1 over here and part 2 over here if you haven’t read them yet.

Mood: Odd but not too odd, like the chapters around it. Drusher is still trying to find his footing amid this new crowd.

Warnings: N/A

“I didn’t know you had remarried,” Drusher remarked then, in an attempt to keep the conversation going.

“Are you sure you were paying attention, Magos?” Allenbrisk remarked, again a smile playing around her lips as she swirled the content of her recaf tin. It sounded like a jest. She wasn’t wrong, he hadn’t exactly followed Imperial news. Her tone turned serious then. “There was a little tiff among the Lords Malleus at the time. They perennially forget that I am a person, and not of their Ordo at that.”

“I suppose I hadn’t, I’ve been rather focused on my taxonomy,” Drusher admitted. He could guess what that ‘tiff’ had entailed. Coteaz had possessed wealth, material and otherwise: assets and knowledge plenty would be interested in having for themselves. He suspected every ambitious Inquisitorial bachelor of any sexes within astropathic earshot had made a move the minute the news broke. And, no doubt, they all considered Eisenhorn a poor choice. Drusher didn’t particularly disagree. The contrast between her late husband and current one was stark. He’d read an article once, in the Proceedings of the Terran Academy of Sciences, that had investigated trauma coping mechanisms of veteran Imperial Guardsmen and -women. It had shown some coped by purposefully seeking out the opposite. He recalled then that Brooks had implied Coteaz had fallen in battle. Slain by a daemon, she’d said. Had Allenbrisk been there? Drusher suppressed a shudder.

“It was a quiet event, with friends,” Allenbrisk said. “There was little coverage, even within the Scarus sector.” Her smile deepened as her gaze became distant. “Which was as we wanted it.”

Drusher observed her for a moment. She seemed lost in thought. “I recall the news from the Crusades though they were vague at the time. It must have been a blow to the Formosa sector, your late husband was popular for someone in your line of work.”

Inquisitor Allenbrisk’s gaze snapped back to the present and focused, swift as a hawk, on Drusher when he spoke up. Her expression settled back into pleasant neutrality a beat later. “My colleagues in the Ordo Malleus often are,” she agreed, her hands around her recaf mug, fingers laced. “Internal prosecution is rife with points of view. Even against the Xenos, there is leeway for perspective. But Daemons? It’s ever crystal clear who is in the right there.”

“It attracts an uncompromising mentality,” Drusher ventured. “A lack of nuance.”

“Does it?” she wondered. “Or does the Warp simply weed out those inclined to listen.”

That was an excellent point. “Perhaps, a combination of both? It’s often thus in nature, where a particular niche both attracts and hones a particular species.”

“They certainly thrive,” she added, a hint of exasperation in her tone. Drusher wasn’t sure if it was on account of the boisterous flamboyance of her colleagues or their conversation. “I imagine if someone made a study of it, you could turn out to be quite correct, Magos.”

Drusher felt flattered despite himself. After Inquisitor Eisenhorn’s condescending manner, it was nice to have his input valued for its own merit.

“Compared to the other Ordos Majoris, the Malleus ethos seems straight forward, sensible and ever justified. Their wars are grand against great enemies, the stuff normally reserved for Astartes legends. They place these feats closer to home, within the realm of possibility for you and I. You can go your entire life without ever having learned the name of any one from my Ordo, and the few that have no doubt consider anyone who avoided it lucky, but I am willing to bet almost everyone can name at least one Lord of the Ordo Malleus because they’ve recently seen them on a news vid.” She smiled fondly, as if at a pleasant memory. “My late husband was successful, not only because he had no wish to rule, but because he was charismatic and he knew how to show it in front of a vidcaster.”

“That sounds an awful lot like manipulation,” Drusher frowned.

“We manipulate our environment and each other every minute of our lives, Magos. You, more than most people, I would expect to be aware of that,” she remarked. A curious expression momentarily replaced her perpetual smile. “Unless we stop and think about it, we rarely realize how much so.”

“I suppose I am? You seem well aware of it in yourself, and in those around you,” Drusher considered. His mind wandered back to his exchange with Eisenhorn. And the fleeting intimacy he'd glimpsed between the inquisitors. For every action, a reaction.

“It is my job to be aware of these things, Magos.” Her smile had returned. “They are the threads that weave the purpose of peoples’ actions.”

“Are all of your actions deliberate?” Drusher asked before he could quite stop himself. He adjusted his glasses as he glanced away.

“Aren’t yours?” Her expression was kind but unreadable. “Even actions that may seem unintentional have an underlying purpose. Even actions that may seem spontaneous have a design. Whether or not you’re conscious of them is a matter of training, not sincerity.”

Drusher considered her words. They seemed reasonable though their deterministic undercurrent didn’t agree with him.

“You do not bring peace to an entire sector with good intentions alone. You have to have a friendly smile,” Allenbrisk continued. Though she seemed amused, Drusher didn’t think she was joking. “No matter how pure your intentions, how selfless your plans, if people don’t like you, they won’t let you. People don’t want to be told they’re safe, they want to be reassured they are safe.”

Drusher nodded. There was truth to it. You needed people's trust. And yet, charisma was the tool of saints and tyrants alike. There was power there, immense power.

“As human beings, we like to think we know what we are doing. But as inquisitors, we have to know with absolute certainty. Not just our own lives but often the fate of a community, whole hives, entire planets even, depend on us being able to oversee the consequences of actions.”

“I don’t think I could do it,” Drusher said. There was too much responsibility there for his liking. Too much depending on him making the right call. It was not a skill he was known for.

“Few can and plenty who think they can, fail.” She indicated herself. “It is why I have to do what I do.” Drusher frowned but then recalled Brooks had said her mother hunted and prosecuted colleagues that had broken doctrine. It put the damper right back on their pleasant conversation. Her smile deepened as her gaze drifted away from him. “I admit Tomàs had flair, he was in his element at the forefront of a battle line as much as in front of a crowd. I have found it’s common among Formosa’s people.”

Drusher smiled wryly. “I suppose people want to be entertained, almost as much as they want to be reassured.”

“Certainly those who believe danger to be far from their home,” she replied as her smile evaporated. She frowned and took a sip of recaf.

Drusher wondered how the Formosa sector fared these days. “Who holds the seat now?”

“Someone else,” she replied rather curtly. “The good men do is often interred with their bones.”

He presumed that to mean she didn't approve of whomever currently held his or her wing over the sector. “Did you not wish to continue his work?” She had sounded so involved to Drusher, he’d thought she’d have built upon her late husband’s legacy.

Her nose wrinkled at his comment and for a moment he feared he’d offended her, their pleasant conversation forfeit. “It’s his life work, Magos, not mine,” was her resolute answer.

“You speak as if he might yet walk among us,” Drusher observed. He regretted his words when the sadness returned to her eyes, her gaze distant once more.

She laid her hand across the medallion resting on her chest. It was a St. Aquilina’s cross, finely rendered, similar in size to the episcopal Aquila bishops wore. “He ever walks with me, Magos.”

“Miss Brooks seems very dedicated, too,” Drusher remarked. The young woman had wasted no time impressing this upon Drusher with her meticulous information on her parents.

“That she is,” Allenbrisk agreed.

“May I ask what her precise function is within your, hum, work method?” Drusher asked as he drank his recaf. He looked at the few gulps left to him and wondered if she might offer him another or if their conversation would be finished along with his recaf. Despite everything, he realized he enjoyed her company.

“Think of her as an Interweb query engine,” Allenbrisk said.

Drusher frowned. “The information retrieval algorithms of the Galaxy Wide Web, you mean?” Drusher returned. It was a curious analogue to make.

Allenbrisk nodded. “Just so. I ask her a query and she retrieves it from her mental storage, sorted to probable relevancy.”

“That sounds very useful,” Drusher observed. And a little implausible, even for a savant-child, he thought. Perhaps the analogue was an oversimplification, he doubted any human being had the mental capacity to rival a logic engine. However, he could see how even an approximation would be immensely useful when you frequent low-tech planets without access to the Intergalactic Imperial Net or when you didn't want to leave any signs of digital presence that accessing it might leave.

“It is,” Allenbrisk agreed. “Brooks retains everything she reads and can reproduce it verbatim, including source and document statistics, if necessary. The more she reads, the better she can aid my investigations with knowledge that would be impossible for me to otherwise have at my immediate disposal. She is a young but very talented savant. And a sweet child.” The last sentence held an all but tangible threat as to what would happen if someone would harm her.

Drusher made a mental note to not get in the girl’s way. He had no wish to find out what her mother considered ‘harm’ nor how offenders would be dealt with. They were silent for a few minutes as they drank the last of their recaf. Drusher tried to process everything he’d learned - far more than he’d thought. It was good to know the two Inquisitors’ definition of ‘classified’ seemed to differ.

“Thank you for taking time out of your schedule to humor me,” Drusher commented at last. It felt prudent to make sure she knew he appreciated their conversation. He’d remembered he’d interrupted her private lunch with Inquisitor Eisenhorn. He had no idea how often they made time for that. Not often, he imagined. No doubt due to Eisenhorn. “I didn’t think you would answer any of my questions, Inquisitor Eisenhorn certainly didn’t.”

A smile returned to her face at his words. “Gregor has never been keen on strangers.”

“So it certainly seems,” Drusher agreed. “May I ask how did you meet?”

Allenbrisk chuckled, quite amused. “Now thát,” she said. “Is classified.”

Drusher flinched but recovered. It was entirely possible that Eisenhorn had told her. He was tired and it was beginning to affect him.

There was a knock at the study’s door then. “Do enter,” Allenbrisk called. The door promptly opened and Drusher flinched again. He’d expected Eisenhorn but that wasn’t who stood in the door opening. Instead, it was filled out by an immensely tall man in thickly plated armour. His head clean shaven and his eyes a wintery grey amid hawkish features. Text was tattooed on the right side of his face, scripture by the look of it. Drusher realised he must be looking at an Astartes. He fancied that, in passing, he possessed a similarity to Eisenhorn. It was ridiculous, of course, but he could see it if he squinted just so.

The Astartes beheld Drusher for a moment, pursed his lips and ignored him, turning to Allenbrisk. “Inquisitor.”

“Adeodatus, I apologise, I’ve not been mindful of the time,” Allenbrisk said as she rose. “Allow me to briefly introduce you.”

Both Astartes and Inquisitor turned their attention on Drusher and he wanted to sink into the floorboards, the urge to flee visceral and real.

“Magos Drusher, this is Chaplain Adeodatus of the Angels Palatine”.

The Astartes didn’t deign to respond and instead levelled a gaze on Drusher that felt like an attempt to skewer his soul.

“Its an honour,” Drusher said with a quick bow. Was that what you said when meeting one of the Legionnes Astartes? He hoped that’s what you said.

The Chaplain’s gaze didn’t waver. In fact, Drusher didn’t think he’d blinked since looking at him. Creepy.

“I must leave you, Magos,” Allenbrisk excused herself. “It’s time for midday observances.” She smiled then. “Past time, even.”

Drusher nodded. He hadn’t a clue what to say in parting. The Chaplain was already out the door. Allenbrisk moved to follow. “Why did you remarry?” he blurted.

She halted, pausing on the threshold. “I care about him, Magos,” she said as she glanced back at him across her shoulder. “Is that so hard to imagine?”

Drusher was silent for a moment. “Yes, actually.”

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