#Twisted pov?
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[I nod]
Well hmm... To start, what was you two's relationship like? Not much is known about Mr. Warhound past his relationship with Mr. Scorga, so....
>This gets a sigh and he settles against Planhz, gripping the bottom of his cardigan sadly
“…We were matesprits. He is the one who brought me into more normal society.”
>A small smile and laugh
“I could never really keep up with him but boy if I did not try-“
#Aelius#This May Or May Not Be Accurate#Unreliable narrator?#Twisted pov?#sadness?#there’s a lot of reasons
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giri chocolate x ☜(⌒▽⌒)☞
#happy almost valentine; pov they are receiving chocolates from you#i saw the reference pics and thought of the first year instantly (◕‿◕)♡#twisted wonderland#twst#deuce spade#ace trappola#sebek zigvolt#jack howl#epel felmier#twst grim#fanart#valentine#chocolate#the number of people are just right !#u can keep playing the picture in rotation#which is fun !
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scary dog privileges
( my yuu n malleus! ^^ )
#🍥 drawings !#pov: he (yuu) is tryna talk 2 sm1 and mals making sure theyre not being mean or rude!!#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst yuu#my yuu#twst oc#twst art#oc art#twst malleus#malleus x yuu#malleus draconia#twisted wonderland oc#my art <3#i made one w a bg but it's ugly :(#IGNORE TGAT RED THINH BEHIND MALLEUS.#also i made mal rlly stiff aarrghhh
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One of the most fundamentally interesting things to me about YJ and writing fic, specifically, is how the blame changes hands depending on the story. On whose perspective you're writing from. On whose story it is at a given moment. The very thing I dislike about viewers missing the point becomes so fascinating to me from within the narrative. Who are these characters when seen through the eyes of their peers?
Who does Jackie become? If you're Shauna, she's the love of your life, and your greatest rival, and the other half of your soul, and the person you blame for your dead dreams. If you're Van, she's the respected captain who earns none of your respect in the woods, the one who left you to die without blinking, the easiest target for teenage malice. If you're Natalie, she's competition for affection, the blabbermouth who can't leave well enough alone, the hands putting themselves to no good use. If you're Jackie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You're losing face a little more every day, and you're made of despair, and you can't even trust your best friend. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.
Who does Lottie become? If you're Natalie, she's your direct foil, the splinter under the edge of your thumbnail, the smart mouth to match your own, the confusing amalgamation of normal friend and mad ritual. If you're Misty, she's the first shred of obvious power in months, a leader who might need to be nudged back into line, a fascinating exercise in hitching your wagon to the right star early on. If you're Taissa, she's flat-nuts and endlessly frustrating, she's got your girlfriend's full attention, she's incredibly dangerous. If you're Lottie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You've built a pedestal you can't keep your balance on, and you're not sure if you're right or going crazy, and you didn't want this. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.
From outside the narrative, there is no bad guy. There is no blame. It is no one's fault. It is Man v. Nature, they are doing the best they can with an impossible situation. They're all trying to contribute what they can to the story, for better or worse.
From inside the narrative, you are a teenager trapped in a society constructed entirely of bare-bones-survival with the wildest assortment of girls. From inside the narrative, to stay human, you have to love and fight, respect and judge. Every story changes the game. Every story shifts the blame. A hero in one has the bloodiest hands in the next. And that, to me, is such a thrilling sandbox to play in.
#yellowjackets#yj meta#the piece i'm working on right now is the objective weirdest in terms of van seeing her peers#and i did that very much on purpose. and we'll see after the edits how well it gets across#but it's one of the first times where a van POV allows for NOT trusting lottie#which is fundamentally against canon code#and it's interesting as hell to me to play with. in what contexts would van NOT trust lottie#in what contexts would any of these girls trust or distrust or fall in love with or want to kill one another#how much of that is already present in canon. how small do the changes need to be. twist the dial. see what happens#they're NOT villains. they're NOT heroes. they're just kids. they're just people.#it's not their fault but they won't necessarily see it that way and i love it
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and i guess ill just miss him… even if he isn’t even really gone, but things are just different
#Though my malleable design may constantly change he’ll always have fluffy hair dw#My art#Pov im never beating those inconsistent art style allegations#Nooooo I didn’t get lazy in the end#Malleus#Malleus Draconia#Twisted Wonderland#Malleus art#twisted wonderland art#twisted wonderland fanart#malleus draconia art#Malleus x reader#twst art#I think i have carpal tunnel 🤯
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I have sighthounds (greyhounds) at home and I just love your characters!! (hope you do not mind silly art)
So.... what if Machete.... but borzoi >:D
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#ah yes#magnificent#peak creature#approaching true cryptid energies now#lengthening the already long lad#the bendy snoot one is my favorite I know it's muscles and soft tissue and such but I just cannot fathom how their faces twist like that#from side to side#*sniffs u* is Vasco's pov#imagine your partner venting about their inept coworkers and mystery aches and neverending existential crisis#and then looking at you like that#I'm just now realizing how strange borzois would look if they had big bat ears#these are wonderful I'm still grinning from ear to ear#gift art#notabrigmain#own characters#Machete#answered
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Broken Roofs and Fixed Perspectives
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#xue yang#xiao xingchen#Lots of cut content notes on this one. Lets all have a moment of silence for all the cut A-Qing's in each perspective.#particularly ripped and buff 'Daozhang Defender 'A-Qing (her perspective)#funny but poor layout#XY also had a red arrow pointed at him in his own POV that said 'just troubled' but it made the panel too cluttered.#He does see himself as troubled and uses that to justify his actions#but I also think there is room for him to not really know exactly how to feel about himself in this situation#Yi-city is such a fantastic tragedy for so many reasons and you will bear witness to me rambling about it in the tags as this arc continues#Helping a blind man fix a roof? A manipulative act of building trust or genuine display of wanting to collaberate?#XY and A-qing have experience of the cruelty of the world where as xxc has blind (haha) faith that kindness prevails#These three simultaneous know each other more than the other's think and *yet* completely miss the mark.#the stories they tell in the blizzard (and the reactions they have) so perfectly display who these characters are#Both xxc and xy tell stories about unfair cruelty. To xxc it is others who's suffering is highlighted. XY highlight's his own.#A-qing understands xue yang more that she wants to admit. She predicts the twists in xy's story and empathizes with the hurt and anger#A-qing is also taking advantage of xxc! She is also lying to survive!#Though shes mostly benign in her intentions. She really did vibe check the rank stank on XY's soul on the spot#Alas...no one listens to teen girls....
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frost
#jamikali#jamil viper#kalim al asim#twst#twisted wonderland#animation#mitski#fanart#my art#digital art#i made this in under a day#i heard his song and knew what i had to do.#pov after jamil’s overblot btw
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Speaking of "canon relationships" there's something about MalleYuu that I want to talk about...
No, they are not canon, as all romantic relationships are in the game except for the boys' parents and Trein and his late wife. Nothing will ever officially come out of MalleYuu because this is not in any way a romance game, but he does have something about him that most don't...
That he's the game's honeytrap.
I'd like to preface this that ALL of the boys have flirtatious propensities-- they are all interested in the player in some way. That's just how the game is designed. If you fall in love with X character, good! Mission complete for Disney' sales team; they have another person who'd spend on their game and merch! But in the event that the player doesn't immediately fall in love with any character, they have ONE specific fallback: Malleus.
Anyone with eyes would have noticed by now that Malleus is heavily, heavily advertised-- whether it be that he's almost always at the center of merch presentations, that he's literally the game's website's wallpaper, or the way he in particular is oddly connected to Ramshackle dorm. I say oddly, because there's not much compelling reason for him to be around the dorm unlike the player's classmates or even batchmates. The game just set up that this guy likes rickety old things, and Ramshackle happened to be just that, which for me sounds more like a convenient reason for the game to push him to always see the player.
I'm not even going to touch upon his extremely fanservice-y lines, which occur suspiciously more frequently than others. He's purposely set up as someone who has a keen, ambiguous interest in the player.
While these does not at all indicate "canon", it does serve the developers some other purpose which is, as I've mentioned, his status as a honey trap. He is conventionally attractive-- as you'd immediately notice when you browse posts of "whose hand did you take?" or "who caught your eye first?", wherein the most likely answer you'll see is, indeed, him. There are exceptions of course, as people are people and have different tastes, but the fact is that society has inadvertently influenced us that Malleus is attractive to the masses.
So yeah, that's just an interesting observation I'd like to point out! Of course the game would prefer it if every single player fell in love with any one of the characters, but if no one interests them, Malleus is always there as a safe bet. He's influenced by a lot of tropes that pop media consider as "the male lead". And to be honest? It's so effective lol. There's a huge boom of Malleus fans when the game went global, and that's proof that the devs knows exactly what they're doing. Just dangle the smallest of MalleYuu crumbs and they're guaranteed a tsunami of cash in their pockets, lol.
#twisted wonderland#ventique rambles#this is literal ramble with not much substance#simply an observation from a marketing pov#malleus draconia#malleus x reader
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Heyo! ( not me having to look up eastern time cause I'm not in that ) (((if I sent this at the wrong time just ignore I'm so sorry)))
Okie (also sorry if I don't format this completely correctly) May I request Sebek with the prompt rainy night? (Romantic please, and for emojis maybe 🍁✨️, and if possible fluff) and for backup characters ummm Vil with prompt 1 and Epel with prompt 7.
Gosh I hope I did that right. Anyways thank you Dove! I hope that you have a great rest of your day. Also, make sure to be taking breaks and time for yourself! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 Thank you! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
Rainy Night; Sebek Zigvolt
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship
Word Count; 700+
Author's Note; No need to worry, everything looks great, Faye! I completely forgot about the emojis, but I tried my best to fit them in. Enjoy some Becky content! WOE, CROCODILE BE UPON THEE!
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
So much for a perfect seaside getaway, but Sebek could not account for a freak storm, so the two of you were stuck inside for the night, and reservations at the restaurant were cancelled due to the downpour. So, he was in a bit of a sour mood, hanging above him much like the dark storm clouds in the sky. Yet you weren’t in such a dire mood, and that helped take his mind off of things… somewhat.
“Aren’t you upset that our reservation was cancelled,” he huffed, turning his glare to the storm outside which seemed to mock him, slapping large leaves against the glass, which was like the storm slapping him in the face. “You were looking forward to it more than me.”
You looked over your shoulder, taking in the rare sight of Sebek in comfy clothes. To be fair the only reason he was wearing the fluffy pyjama pants and a white tank top was because you had gifted them to him. Even though it was something as simple as sleep clothes, Sebek treasured them.
“We can always go another night, sweetie,” you hummed, “besides, I would rather eat your cooking any night.”
Sebek grumbled but didn’t argue with you, knowing full well that you would just shower him with sweet yet incredibly embarrassing praise for what he deemed as mediocre cooking at best. To be fair, you did call him your ‘pookie-bear’ in front of Malleus and Lilia — yeah, he nearly died that day, and Silver brings it up every now and then.
“Besides,” you blew off the dust from a book, “I would rather read with you!”
So that’s what you were searching for? A book? Sebek raised an eyebrow. You would rather read a book with him? And Sebek felt his face heating up. The two of you had been together for quite some time now, but Sebek always went warm when you did something simple, small, yet sweet. Those would leave him more pink and more warm than any grand gesture, because they weren’t planned. They were just something you naturally did, and that flustered him like nothing else.
Sebek cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. “And what has caught your attention, love?” Even with his terms of endearment, he was formal, respectful.
You waddled over, and showed him the cover. “Crocodile Knight!”
“A children’s picture book?” Sebek hadn’t seen that book since he was a kid, and it did bring back some fond memories for him, but he still wondered why you looked so excited.
“Mhm!” You plopped next to Sebek on the couch, worming yourself next to his side until you were practically trying to merge with him. “Plus you’re my knight, and a crocodile, seems fitting! So, can you read it to me? Pretty pleaseeeeeee? My big, strong, scaly, knight?”
Sebek felt himself grow warm in the face and knew his ears must have been glowing from your giggling. He knew that he should have saved showing you the itty bitty scales that he had until later, but you had insisted on seeing them. “I-I guess I can read you a bit,” he surrendered, knowing that you would win this one.
He started reading, his voice steady and strong, only wavering when he felt you shift beside him. But he stopped reading when he felt your head rest against his shoulder. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, he made direct eye contact with you; you were looking at him and not the book.
“I thought you wanted me to read this to you,” Sebek restrained himself from letting his loud nature win, making his voice crack a bit. “But you’re looking at me instead of the book?!”
You sighed, and placed a kiss to his jaw, which made him get quiet real fast. “Because you’re my crocodile knight, my beautiful crocodile knight,” you murmured.
Sebek closed the book, putting a bookmark in place so the two of you could revisit it at a later time. There was no chance that he could focus on reading when you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes.
So, instead, the two of you got into a comfortable cuddling position, got cozy under some blankets, and fell asleep in each other’s arms with the sound of rain and thunder aiding you to sleep.
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Tags; @xxoomiii @twistwonderlanddevotee @savanaclaw1996 @ryker-writes [come get ur mans]
#dove does events#follower event#twst#twst x reader#twst x gn reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x gn reader#sebek zigvolt#sebek zigvolt x reader#sebek zigvolt x gn reader#i call sebek becky because i think it's 1) cute 2) funny & 3) would piss him off/embarrass him#also SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOWN SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOWN- i want to see him in some comfy clothes P L E A S E#reader; pookie-bear -#silver; pookie-bear? *on the brink of laughing* | malleus; i do not see the bear you speak of | lilia; *takes a photo*#sebek; *dies and everyone calls him pookie-bear from now on in diasomnia*#just imagine calling sebek the cheesiest pet names under the sun; it's free dopamine for me#pov: reader domesticates a crocodile#i technically finished this on august 21 at 10:30 PM EST but i'm forcing myself to 1 post per day; so this is scheduled
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IM INSANE
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst spoilers#ツイステッドワンダーランド#ツイステ#dire crowley#I NEED THIS CARD I FCUKIN NEED IT#POV U ARE YUU AND YOU ARE LAYING ON THE FLOOR TO TAKE THIS DAMN PICTURE
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Pretty.
— Reader is a wee bit strange, Riddle has a teensy attachment issue. Female reader, has been with Riddle since their younger days. Also written like a tangent I haven’t reread the thing don’t make me
Riddle is pretty.
You remember thinking that one morning when you sit next to him in class. You can’t focus because last night you’ve been staying up late to study and now you can’t perceive anything but the formulas and how pretty Riddle is.
His eyes sharpen with focus while he scribes down on his notes. He always has such pretty handwriting, you love to have him writing letters for you because you can preserve them forever. Riddle always grumbles but he always does as you ask.
Pretty Riddle with his stray stands of hair falling down and obscuring his vision. You reach up to push them out before he can. He looks at you in surprise, not expecting you to act this fast. Then his cheeks redden, noticing your undivided attention. He hisses, “Focus on class, I’m not helping you later if you forgot the materials.”
He returns to his work after that, pointedly ignoring you. Silly Riddle, you wouldn’t ask him to break a rule for you. It would break his heart along with every other breakable thing within his distance. You wouldn’t want him to get unnecessary grievance, not when the pressure is on his shoulder as is.
You want your Riddle to stay pretty. He’s always prettier when he’s happy.
Riddle is pretty, even with his nose and eyes red.
Bundled up in autumn clothes, he looks ready for a new school year already. But he isn’t the one leaving, you are. Your parents have been mindful enough to stay back while you say your goodbyes with Riddle. It warms your heart to have such caring people around you, even if all you can see now is Riddle.
“You better call often,” he says, adjusting your scarf for what would be the sixth time, “I’ll try to visit when I can, but if I��“
“I’ll miss you.”
His eyes widen and you think he looks prettiest then. With his cheeks crimson and his eyes glassy again, he looks away from you, trying to hold back his emotions. Before you can say anything else, he hugs you close. The force of his skinny arms are strong, stronger than anyone would expect. Except for you, because you know. You have hugged Riddle many times. Never did he do it with this ferocity, but you know it is only the intensity of his feeling.
You hug him back, relishing in the feeling of him in your arms. Your pretty Riddle with his pretty scent, you won’t have neither for a while.
“I’ll miss you, too,” he chokes out.
“I’ll think of you often,” you rub soothing circles on his back and he hugs you tighter.
“And I you.”
He pulls back after a moment then looks at you. You wonder if he’s trying to commit your face to his memories and if he worries that the pictures in his phone won’t suffice. Riddle kisses your hair, softer now after the previous outburst. Maybe he worries your parents would have judgement, but that thought is thrown out when he kisses you again.
Hard and bruising, but quick enough to not draw the looks of strangers. His lips part in shock when he retreats, not expecting himself to have pulled that stunt. “My apologies, I…”
You kiss him, on the cheek this time, even if your lips crave for his again. “Let’s meet again, soon,” you silence out any of his thoughts about regret then step away from him.
Silly Riddle, he doesn’t know how pretty he is when he looks like that. He shouldn’t let shame overwhelm him. His memories of you should only be happy, you won’t have it otherwise.
Riddle is pretty, beaming at you from across the yard and brightening when he sees you.
He has promised to visit. He always keeps his promises. Your college is not that far from his and if anything, teleportation is always an option. Never mind the specifics, all that matters is that Riddle is here and he’s happy. Happier when you tackles him with a hug, he accepts you like you’re always meant to be there in his arms.
“Riddle!”
“Hi,” he says, nose buried into the crook of your next, “it’s nice to be with you again.”
“It’s nice for me too,” you cling to him and he shows no opposition to your actions.
Pretty Riddle. Hair nice and soft, he smells prettier than he has been before. You’ve missed him, even with the calls and texts. Nothing can ever replace having him with you. “You should quit Night Raven College and be here with me.”
He laughs. He doesn’t know because you smile when you proposed the idea, but you always meant it. Meant every word when you said you want to be with him forever, meant every feeling when you professed to him.
Maybe he does and he doesn’t mind. Why else would he keep you for this long?
Riddle rarely lets go of your hand for the duration of his stay. You like the proximity, but worry that he’s afraid you might vanish if he lets you go for too long. Silly Riddle, there is no one else you’d want to be with other than him. You never want to worry him and you never stay away for long enough to make him frown.
Pretty as he is then, he’s prettier when he’s happy. You always want your Riddle the best he can be.
Riddle is pretty, on his knee and staring up at you.
You can see it in his eyes, everything you wanted from Riddle and more. Riddle would do anything for you, anything and everything. All you have to do is say yes.
The ring shines a pretty ruby red, pretty like his hair but hard where it is soft. You don’t remember what you said in answer, but Riddle has never been prettier before. When he slides the ring on your finger, all you can see is him. His mouth is moving but you can’t hear the words, you feel him holding you but you can’t sense the warmth.
All that echoes in your head is that you’ll be his, fully and completely. When people speak of you, they’ll call you with his name. Where he ends will be where you begin and it is all and everything that you want from him. Even if he doesn’t promise you a wedding, you’d want your pretty Riddle.
As long as he’s yours and happy, you care for little else. But Riddle is a stickler for rules and traditions. He’d want the wedding, the cake, the dance, and the party. Preparations take long days and long hours before anything is set in stone. You’re impatient, you want to be Riddle’s.
But you won’t voice those thoughts because he looks so happy to prepare. When he smiles at you, nought else seems to matter. Long as the outcome is inevitable, you have no reason to complain.
After all, there is only one and final ending.
Riddle is pretty, pretty in white when the bells toll.
Pretty forever and pretty for you.
#riddle rosehearts x reader#riddle rosehearts#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#fics#funnier if you think of this as my usual reader of riddle#because his pov for other fic is very much my sweet darling gf who can do no wrong :)#meanwhile her head is like :) riddle :)#riddle :) pretty riddle :) silly riddle :) silly pretty riddle :)
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This but it's Rook and Epel
Suddenly Epel misses his apple orchard.
#Rook is having a blast tho#Pov Vil left for 2 minutes#twisted wonderland#art#twst#digital art#twst fanart#twisted wonderland fanart#fanart#epel#epel felmier#twst epel#twisted wonderland epel#rook#rook hunt#twst rook#pomefiore#artists on tumblr
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“I don’t know how else to say this… do you want to make out on my couch?”
Part 1
GN!Reader x Savannahclaw (Leona, Ruggie, Jack)
Implied spiciness, but nothing beyond kissing and pawing at each other described.
Reader’s looks not described.
Other parts:
Savannahclaw | Scarabia | Octinavielle | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Heartslabyul | Diasomnia
Want more TWST? Here's my Masterlist!
“Thought you’d never ask” Leona says cooly, in spite of the rosy flush slowly creeping up on his cheekbones.
His kisses are slow, savoring, unhurried. It feels like he is trying to memorize every square inch he can touch, his bright eyes squinting at you every time you desperate for breath, like he’s afraid if he blinks that he will miss something.
His hands are calloused from Spelldrive practice, warm and rough despite the way he trails his fingers over your skin like you might break.
Every sarcastic and sassy remark he would say in any other circumstance melting in his mouth, desperately pushing himself against you for that small bit of more warmth, that second more of touch, that single breaths length of how you smell, the softness of your hair and the way that you feel better than he had even imagined.
“Hey…” he quietly whispers, barely able to be heard. “I want you… can I…” he can’t even finish his sentence. He’s terrified, he got this far but… but what if you…
“…yes.” You are barely able to finish that single syllable before he’s on you again, face burning, hands shaking.
He looks so focused on being cool, on being suave and taking you the way he has in his dreams where you pulled him closer by his tie and whispered how much you want to feel him.
Pulling your jacket from your shoulders, slipping the buttons from the holes in your vest and pausing when he finally sees your skin. You’re burning hot, just like he was, your eyes, half lidded, burned into him and he had to remind himself that this was really happening yet again.
He kissed and stroked every inch he could reach, you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.
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“…it’s not funny to joke like that, you know? A guy could get the wrong idea.” Ruggie’s shoulders shook with his signature laugh, his hand desperately trying to cover the burning of his face at your suggestion.
You paused, eyes burning into his as you bit your lip in thought.
“…what if I want you to get the wrong idea?
Reggie’s eyes widened at the statement. You couldn’t be… not with him… right?
“Are you sure?” He felt so vulnerable, like he had pulled his heart straight out of his chest and held it out to you on a silver platter. He would be lying to himself that he would do anything for you to like him… to love him… but…
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He gaze snapped to yours and in what felt like a millisecond he was on you. His breathing heavy, his kisses like a man starved as he balled up his hands in the fabric of your shirt.
He felt so warm and so, so desperate. Ruggie’s self-restraint was like a rubber band ready to snap, muscles tense and feeling like he would devour you before you could even imagine to stop him.
Leading you backwards and pushing you down on you ragged couch, he climbed on top of you and immediately set to start ridding himself of all of his layers while his smiling eyes never left yours for a second.
“…I don’t want to scare you Prefect, but you do need to know that I’m a ride-or-die kind of guy.”
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“…say that again?” Jack’s eyes were wide as they bore into yours, unblinkingly staring at your lips as if he could read different words on them and properly convince himself this was a dream.
With a sudden burst of confidence, you spoke each word with clear diction and emphasis.
“Can I kiss you?”
Jack swallowed loudly and nodded, though the shock on his face did not leave. He leaned his face closer to yours slowly, as if he was expecting you to take back your request at any time.
You trailed your fingertips to the back of his nape and slowly coaxed his lips closer until they met yours in a soft lock.
Jack’s eyes closed with a sigh as he melted into you, his stiff body language loosening as he draped himself on your body. When you finally separated, his eyes were glassy and unfocused, never leaving your lips as he spoke.
“…more.” He whispered, terrified that this whole situation was a fluke and that you would reneg on your request to kiss him at any moment.
You grabbed his hand and slowly sat him on your couch, slowly crawling onto his lap as he stared at you on awe.
“I’ll give you anything you want, Jack.”
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Thanks for reading! Lmk if you have any requests I guess, I’ve never really tried to write fic before. I’m fixated on twst rn though so feel free to talk to me if you are too!
Love you, random reader!
#twisted wonderland#savannaclaw#disney twst#twst reader insert#leona kingscholar#twst ruggie#twst jack#not smut#gender neutral reader#reader insert#second person pov#ruggie x y/n#twst jack x reader#leona x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland fanfiction#idk how much I’m gonna write but I love reading what y’all post so here’s me giving back#jack howl#ruggie bucchi#twisted wonderland x reader#couch series
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I should be writing something else, but it requires more brain juice than what I have atm, so what if cute moshang thing where Mobei-jun has to learn music as part of his training as a prince (yes, even in the demon realm) so he practices in Qinghua's living room when SQH is away on head disciple/peak lord stuff.
Then, without ever meeting them face-to-face, he finds kinship with the senior disciples/hall masters on An Ding who do music as a hobby (they are burning to know who Shang Qinghua's shy boyfriend is, like, it has to be serious if SQH keeps sneaking the guy onto the peak, right?) Has a courting related epiphany when Qinghua uses his limited free time to (re)learn an instrument just to play music with him.
Then he sort of befriends someone who he assumes is one of the hall masters by talking to him/playing music together through a window opened just a crack so they can't see each other. Sorts out a misunderstanding by talking about his childhood trauma and finding just the right way to explain that sometimes the words just refuse to be said, no matter how much someone wants to say them. And if the other person keeps trying to reach out then the immortal master should try reaching back, if he can bear it, and see what happens.
Then there's this whole upset where Shen Qingqiu wants the An Ding hobby musicians to do a concert for the whole sect to show people that not being on the scholar peak is no reason to be uncreative brutes, Liu-shidi, and to shut up some of his own disciples who are rich brats and can't imagine people from different backgrounds outdoing them in the arts - and he wants Shang-shidi's secret definitely-a-rogue-cultivator boyfriend there to perform, that's not optional, he wants to meet the man who fixed his relationship with Qi-ge face to face.
Shang Qinghua does a whole lot of running around trying to hide it that Mobei-jun is a whole ass higher demon, but either he can't find anything in time or they decide not to use it in the end because you know what? Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu both owe Mobei sooo much for sorting them out and Qinghua is tired of having to hide his boyfriend. So when they all walk out to take their spots in the orchestra there's a big buff ice demon in the lineup like that's normal, the sect leader has Liu Qingge in a headlock and it all goes off without a hitch. By the time Luo Binghe comes to disciple selection, there's an alliance with the northern demons and a very annoying demon hall master at Shen Qingqiu's side who almost falls off the cliff because that boy, the fluffy one, he thinks that's his son!! So Binghe gets the cringiest dad in the realm and he couldn't be happier, honestly.
Or basically: the one where there's no system, but instead there's music and it makes everything better.
#svsss#mobei-jun#shang qinghua#moshang#I'm actually writing this rn so mb that I gave away the twist#well it's not much of a twist bc I plan to have the second half written from SQQ's pov#do I know enough about actual music to write this fic? no#is that stopping me at all? also no#tc writes
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