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Random thought on my mind! Aight so imagine you go to Twisted Wonderland, a completely different world mind you, and you realize nobody speaks your native language. In fact, and language that exists in our world doesnāt exist there.
So itās just the opening ceremony and things are going on, Crowley is asking you questions, you are so god damn confused and you say something in your language and everyone is just confused af. And then. AND THEN!
Grim just turns to you and is like āHeyā¦what language is that?ā And itās in your native tongue. You just find out that your native language is the language of beasts in a Twisted, an ancient tongue that nobody except some of true monsters still know today.
So this essentially means you can effectively communicate with any monster race no problemo and Grim is now your translator at school so you gotta rely on him some more. And ofc in typical Grim fashion if he has to translate something he doesnāt agree with, he twists your words.
Just the shenanigans that would ensue. Imagine Book 3 like:
Yuu: No, I refuse to make a contract with you.
Grim: I would adore making a contract with you and helping out my beloved friends.
And then Lilia discovers this and becomes teacher mode because he knows a gist of the ancient language. Just hmmmmmm I dunno why this is rent free in my head right now.
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PAIRING - Chan x GN!Reader
SYNOPSIS - When life leaves you hanging off the end of your rope, fighting on your own is a struggle. You thank the universe for giving you that one person who can always make those struggles a little more bearable.
WORDCOUNT - 3.5k
WARNINGS - TRIGGER WARNING *** Talks/thoughts of suicide, description of panic attacks, anxiety, reader's mental health has tanked (Please don't read if you aren't comfortable with these)*** angst, comfort, emotional support, childhood friends || Please let me know if I missed anything!
A/N - I started this writing piece to help me get through a really tough mental health episode. While I didn't finish it during that time, something brought me back to it recently and it's a bittersweet feeling to have completed it. After thinking about things for a bit, I've decided that I'd post this for anyone else who may be going through those difficult thoughts, or who has in the past. Chan's Room has always been a safe space for me, and I know a lot of us resonate with that.
Knowing this is a heavy fic, I feel it appropriate to leave a link to suicide hotlines. This site has international hotlines for those of you outside of the U.S. as well as other useful info. I know this planet is a questionable place to be existing on at the moment, but the human experience isn't complete without some struggles. We can all get through it, whatever it is we're struggling with. I'm proud of you! š
You shut the door to the apartment, slugging your shoes off at the entrance. The stresses of the day weigh heavily on your shoulders, tense and aching as you trudge through the hallway toward your bedroom.
"You're home early." Chan's bubbly voice resonates through the apartment; a welcoming sound. If you would've acknowledged it, that is. Brown eyes shift from the blue-light of the laptop at the lack of a response, catching the ghost of your body whiz through the kitchen from his spot on the sofa. Your footfalls reverberate against the floorboards. It was the door slamming shut, rattling the walls, the electrifying static that had purged into the space. That's when Chan knew that something wasn't right.
You sag against the woodgrain of the door, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of self-consoling as you slowly slide floorward on shaky legs. Breaths come in shallow puffs of air, your lungs constricting like a mouse in the death grip of a python. Everything that had happened today had finally tripped the tidal wave of negative thoughts you had been pushing down for... God knows how long now. You can't remember. All you know is you want it to end before these thoughts drag you too deep into the rabbit hole to where you can't crawl back out on your own.
Trembling fingers wipe the tears from your cheeks, although it seems futile when fresh ones retrace their tracks down your skin. You focus in on your breathing with a shaky breath and furrowed brows. A deep breath in. Hold.
5...4...3...2...1...
A deep breath out.
A soft rapping on the door startles you, shoulders jerking violently. You know who it is before he even speaks your name, voice muffled beyond the barrier of the door, soft and laced with concern.
"Hey, you alright?"
The crease between your brows deepen as your ears pop, drums a void of rumbles and vibrations as if someone stuffed them full of cotton. Teary, bloodshot eyes tilt toward the ceiling.
"Yeah," You wince at the warble in your voice, clearing your throat before trying again. "Yeah! I'm fine, Chan." When no response comes from beyond the door, you know. You know that he knows you areĀ farĀ from fine.
Chan's shadow crawls up the hallway of the shared apartment as he shoulders his weight against the doorframe to your room. He could count the amount of times you two have found yourselves in this very predicament on his fingers three times over. Most nights he'd ask if he could come in and you would both talk about what was bothering you.
Tonight wasn't most nights, though.
Chan shifts himself so his back is against the doorframe, sliding down the woodgrain until he's settled on the wood floor, legs crossed beneath him. He bites the flesh of his cheek at the sound of your sniffles, his heart aching in his chest.
"You wanna talk?" He asks, and you feel your composure cracking at his tone. So courteous and careful, like always. You nod your head, tongue darting out to lick chapped lips and salty tears.
"Sure."
"Alright, let's see..." Chan trails off, taking a deep breath as he racks his brain for a topic. Something to take your mind off your troubles. His lips twitch into a ghost of a smile as he turns his head toward the door. "What's your favourite flower?"
"What?" You scoff, wiping the tears from your cheeks. He begins to repeat himself, and you cut him off.
"You already know the answer to that, Chan."
"Sunflowers." He says, resting an elbow against one knee. "We were what... nine and twelve when you became obsessed with them because Ms. Keller had planted some in her yard down the street."Ā
Chan's smiling. You can hear it in his voice.Ā
"When your dad bought some sunflower seeds from the store, you stole some from the bag and I helped you dig a hole in the backyard so you could plant them. You watered them for months until the weather got too cold. They never grew because they were roasted sunflower seeds." He's rattling on as if he's experiencing the memory all over again behind those brown eyes of his.
Your laugh is broken and groggy - a candle's light in the dark, casting away shadows that had built up in the corners of the apartment - but it's the reason that Chan's heart skips when it flows beneath the door.
"Oh my god, I forgot about that," You reply, sniffling behind long sleeves. "I thought if my parents found out we planted them that they'd be mad."
The image of you and Chan sneaking around the yard in search of a shovel and a watering can is a core memory, the spring sunshine kissing your skin. The smell of freshly turned dirt and a handful of salty sunflower seeds is as vivid in your mind as the man beyond the door.
"But the next spring, Ms. Keller came over and helped us plant some sunflowers in your yard because your dad seen us trying to plant his roasted seeds in the far corner of the garden."
You chuckle as Chan recalls the memory, eyes downcast to the floor. Everything was so carefree and enjoyable as a kid, and now it feels like work to find just aĀ fractionĀ of enjoyment in your life. Too much anxiety over whether or not you're on the right path, nevermind worrying that you're going about living life the wrong way. As if there's some manual to go by. Your chest tightens and you hold your breath, wet lashes fluttering.
Everything is quiet for a moment, save for the wall clock ticking softly.
"I understand why you always loved them." Chan says, and for a moment it sounds like words he didn't mean to verbalize. You know him better than that. "They're so vibrant and full of life - just like you."
You swallow down the ball of nerves, but that does nothing to quell your active tear ducts. Chan tilts his head toward the door at the sounds of your untamed whimpers, brows furrowing.
"Can I come in?" His voice is sheer lace, delicate as he reaches out to you. And you are well beyond your breaking point, rubbing at your wet, matted lashes. He listens carefully for the sounds of shuffling beyond the door, or even your verbal consent.
The lock on the door lets off a subtleĀ clickĀ as you wrap shaky fingers around the knob and twist. He's off the floor before you can swing the door open, meeting your gaze with ember eyes that shine like the hearth of a home.
There you are.
The one constant in Chan's life since the first grade. You, standing in front of him in your crumbling state, trying desperately to hold yourself together like a tattered flag in a storm; a whole piece of fabric battered and torn by gale force winds, frayed edges violently tearing away until single threads are all that's left.
And there he is. Your life raft saving you from drowning in the choppy waters of your mind. Chan stands with open arms, awaiting the inevitable weight of your head against his chest. Your skeleton rattles against wound muscle and vermilion-coated veins when you take a step forward. As the weight of your world comes crashing down upon his shoulder, he holds you with the utmost care, strong arms encircling you as if afraid that you would break under the pressure. The warmth of his body only eggs on the tears, breaking your composure further as you collapse into him. Sobs wrack your body, muffled in his shoulder. Shaky fingers grasp for something to hold onto.
"It's alright," Chan murmurs, digging his nose into your scalp. You feel him press kisses into your scalp, breathing you in as your tears seep into the fabric of his shirt. Fingers splay against your back, soothing shapes and gentle motions running the expanse of your spine, rocking the two of you back and forth. His warmth cradles you, soothes your pain. You never feel shame in these arms. Only the strongest, surest form of love and support that you could ever find in someone. Chan's heart drums against his chest. "You can let it out, it's just me."
You don't know what Gods had decided that you were worthy of such a soul, but right now the only way you think you can thank them is through your violent sobs. Grief and gratitude blend together. You needed this comfort desperately, and it shows in your inconsolable tears. In how quiet you are, unable to verbalize much of your inner monologue when it's thrashing around the confines of your psyche like a hurricane. If a Category five was the worst, you were sitting at a nonexistent Category seven. Chan's words echo in your mind.
"They're so vibrant and full of life - just like you."
There's no point in trying to compose yourself. The floodgates have opened. You feel yourself overheating and yet you crave the comfort that Chan is offering, whispering words of encouragement as you press your face into his shoulder. Soothing each scar that litters the muscle in your chest that beats like hummingbird wings.
"Am I a bad person for wanting to die?"
Your brain is so overwhelmed that your mouth opens without a second thought. You hope your words fall on deaf ears, what with how most of them were interrupted by broken hiccups and a pounding head. But when Chan's body goes rigid under your touch, you know he's heard you. His grip tightens, your name whispered against your hair as his voice catches in his throat. If he felt something was off when you walked in the door earlier, it was painfully obvious now. You were lost. Utterly lost and alone, sending out anĀ S.O.SĀ in the labyrinth of your miserable mind. He's talked you down from the brink of destruction many times through the years. To say he was heaven-sent would be a severe understatement. But this was different to the others. Hearing those words come from anyone was enough to bowl him over. Hearing them come from your mouth, though? He's never heard you speak this way in all his years of knowing you. He wanted to know what had been the origin of your tears, but this was not where he expected the conversation to go.
Your breath catches as you sense how much your words affected him. Chan's silence weighed heavily in the air, your words sinking into the hard wood floors until they were weighted with lead. You pull away from him, gaze downcast as you wipe away the tears on your face. A flood of guilt crashes over you, throat constricting like a zip tie closing around your esophagus.
Put the mask back on. Rebuild your walls. You've fucked up now.
"I-I'm fine. I didn't mean to- I'm sorry." You turn your head, unable to bring yourself to look at your best friend since childhood as more tears fall from doused lashes. Your chest tremors for putting that burden on him, something you hadn't meant to say in the first place. You've never said those words out loud before. You never wanted people to worry. Never wanted to be a problem for them. But here you stand, bearing intrusive thoughts to your best friend. It was like throwing a pile of bricks at him and expecting him to bear all that weight with no trouble.
"You're not. Look at me, listen to me." He says, taking your shaking shoulders with a gentle yet firm grip to turn you towards him again. Calloused fingers brush against your jaw, tipping your chin up to meet your glassy eyes. Brown optics flicker across your face, moving from feature to feature with the deepest concern. There's an emptiness in your eyes that twists Chan's heart, the ache so miserable that tearing the muscle from behind the wall of marrow would be more bearable than leaving it be. Chan's tone is adamant, steady despite the weight of the words you've just entrusted to him. "No, you're not."
New tears retrace the old tracks down exhausted epidermis, eyebrows sliding in as you feel Chan press another kiss to your scalp, lingering a moment longer than before. Chan's response only causes you more anxiety, unsure what exactly he's referring to.Ā Not fine or not a bad person for having such heavy thoughts?Ā He must pick up on it, quick to speak up again.
"You're not a bad person at all, and I think you know that. You're just struggling right now, and that's okay."
You sniffle and shake your head, fighting against a tidal wave of hysterics.
"But, what if I..." You swallow, your mind so jumbled you're unable to spit out the words in their original form. "What if I can't get through this?"
"Oh, love..." Chan murmurs, his voice tremulous. It takes everything in him to reign in his own tears. The very thought of you giving in to those intrusive thoughts is like driving a dagger through his heart. His hands leave your face and wrap around you again, his strong hold tightening until you're lifted off the ground, cradled in his arms as he walks toward your bed. You are so tired, physically and mentally overwhelmed by his compassion and the gentle way in which he carries you. You fold into him like a tired newborn. Being tucked into secure arms as he lays you in bed feels like something more intimate than anything you've ever known. Chan is quick and careful when he settles in beside you.
"You don't need to say a word," He whispers, brushing stray hairs from your face and wiping your tears. "just listen to me."
You nod, a broken whimper escaping your throat as he pulls you into his arms. Chan rubs your back soothingly, letting you cry like a child, and he holds you like letting you go would be a criminal offense.
"You don't have to tell me what brought you to this point, I don't need to know if you don't want me to." He starts, his voice rumbling through his chest as he speaks. It offers you some modicum of comfort as you rest one of your arms over his torso. He lets out a heavy breath, eyes cast to the ceiling. "You aren't a bad person for having those thoughts. They don't define who you are, or where you're going. The fact that you're telling me this says a lot, that you've been holding this in for God knows how long."
"I'm just- it's so exhausting to keep living." You mumble, wiping at your runny nose. You press yourself further into Chan's side, feeling his arms tighten around you with every shift you make. His gaze falls to you when you speak, taking in every word with sharp ears.
"I've had those thoughts, myself, y'know." His voice is thick with unspoken secrets, a heavy breath hitting the crown of your head - shallow and sharp. You lay with your head against his chest, silent as he confesses to his own feelings of hopelessness.
You've never seen Chan lose the faƧade of the stable best friend. Even through the stresses of high school, he was the rock, a bastion of strength and resilience. But Chan knows. He knows what those thoughts are like, the struggle of falling asleep while trying to fend off cackling demons from the foot of the bed. The pain of trying so hard to fit the mold that society has crafted, that every single individual is expected to fit to a T.
Perhaps that's why he knows how to soothe you, how to take care of you and hold back his own tears. Even if he doesn't know how frayed and weathered your thread on this life is.
"I never told you about them. Never toldĀ anyone, really. I put all my feelings into songwriting, even if I never released half of them." Chan's body relaxes beneath you as the weight of his secrets leaves him. A half-hearted sigh. A lazy hand traces the curve of your back in a calming gesture, the rhythm of his fingers almost hypnotizing.
"You always believed in my impossible dreams... encouraged me to pursue them like it was your calling in life. You made me happy through all of my downfalls." You pick your head up at his words, resting your chin against his breast. Two pairs of eyes lock on one another. There's a ghost of a smile quirking Chan's lips after a moment, brown eyes glowing like the embers of a fire.
"You're one of the good ones." He pauses, bringing a hand up to swipe at the stray hairs in your face, running his fingers through the locks like he always does. "You're so much that this world doesn't deserve, but everything that is needed. Just like those sunflowers that summer. Little seeds that were waiting for their chance to shine, and you lit them up like little beacons of hope."
Even though fresh tears are streaming down your face, Chan beams at the soft laugh that you release. It's genuine this time, unbroken and featherlight. Childlike. These tears aren't ones of hopelessness and sleepless nights, but of gratitude and love for the person embracing you. The way Chan speaks to you, the way he's willing to offer up his strength and his heart without expecting anything of you in return is exactly what you need. In a world filled with harsh realities and high expectations and constant beat downs, he is the personification of empathy. His voice calms your anxious mind, even if his words don't completely wipe out the heavy storm. He tames it, eases the hurricane force winds and manifests a steady rain that could lull you to sleep.
"I'm not going to let you drown, alright. I know things seem rough right now, but you've accomplished so much and you're gonna do so much more." Chan's eyes burn into yours, unwavering in his conviction. You feel the pad of his thumb against your cheek as he wipes more tears away, the heat and passion in his expression shifting to tenderness as he speaks. "As long as I'm here, you'll never be alone in this."
His words are the affirmations you've told yourself for months, fighting your negative thoughts with positivity that only worked for so long. But the words held an air of certainty coming from Chan. There's value in them. It's the first time in a long time that hearing someone - even yourself - telling you that it's going to be okay brings you some semblance of peace, of safety. Knowing that things can get better given a little time. Sunflowers only bloom after some tender loving care; you learned that back when you were kids.Ā
God damn, were you determined back then...
Every fiber of Chan's body exudes safety as he run his hands through your hair, your tears faltering with every delicate touch as you shed the weight of inner phantoms that you've repressed for forever. Your eyes close at the gesture, feeling his heartbeat thunder beneath your palm.
"You take care of me, I take care of you. Like it's always been."
You pick up on the strain in his tone, eyes wide when you open them again. Tears threaten to spill over Chan's lower lashes, unable to hold back those emotions any longer. Your fingers are still trembling lightly when you reach up and wipe them away, mirroring the actions he's been calming you with all night. You feel the arm around your torso squeeze you once, almost a silentĀ thank youĀ for that comfort, even in the state you're currently in.
"You ok?" He asks.
"Not quite," You mutter, sniffling as you keep your eyes on him. "but I'm better than I was an hour ago. All thanks to you."
Chan smiles; one of those smiles that isn't much, but somehow it still reaches his eyes.
"Good, that's good." He pulls you further up, pressing his fingers into your spine. "Now how about I order us some take out and you and I sit and watch a movie? Maybe that new one that you said looks laughably terrible? Or a comfort movie? Your choice."
"Can we lay here for ten more minutes?" You ask. You've already dropped your head against his chest, eyes closed as you listen to his heart thump against sturdy muscle.
"Ten more minutes. Twenty, if you need. I'm not going anywhere." Chan's reply is soft and slow as he continues to hold you close, your tears drying as seconds turn to minutes. You melt into his warmth, pressing further against his neck. Chan mirrors you, a silent reassurance that he's here; now and always.
In Chan's arms you're both so small, so powerless as you confront the demons that have long haunted you. There's no rushing here. Healing isn't a process that can be rushed. He doesn't need you to say a word or do anything. There's nothing more to say, no. He'll just hold you with everything he has. You relax against him, breaths evening out as you feel exhaustion take over.
As your eyes close, you feel the past few months recede.
The future seems less daunting. Just as the pieces shatter, you are finally ready to begin picking them up and piece them back together. It'll get ugly; viscous and foreboding. But Chan is willing to help you with such a demanding process.
That's everything that keeps you going.
It's what keeps you alive.
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What is the sexually situatio(SEX). between me and my next boyfriend.
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oki im using shufflemancy
the first song that came up is biryani by ashwarya. i get a very possessive, loving, classic valentine's "you're mine" kind of vibe from this. like you are so precious to them. very physical, intense sex, and they love to cuddle you while fucking you, they love making you feel so loved and making sure you're there. it really means so much to them, to know that you are right there, that you're both in the moment together, sweating together, moaning together. it's one of their main love languages, they love to make you feel loved. they love making love to you.
the second and last song that came up is GameCube by slug christ. it really gives a vibe like "i'm just a lad, i like to play my xbox and my GameCube and eat fries and get drunk and fuck my bitch" and like i feel like that speaks for itself? lol like he down to fuck you any time he not playing video games on his xbox lmao he also values trust a lot. he's scared of snakes. of thots. he doesn't want thots to hurt him. so don't worry if he act thotphobic, he's just looking out for himself.
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i'm the anon that's been sending those long domestic drabbles of the fish-y mafia, can I be the "chatter box anon" ?
a prime nickname for all of them would be "Cuddle fish"
Azul likes bodily contact, he had 8 extra limbs, not counting arms, to work with previously, and frankly, he might lose his mind if he can only use 2 to hold his S/O ever; slip him into water and let him hold you like a teddy bear, he might cry on stress if you don't-
his tentacles like to just.. curl around your legs and waist, it's just their resting state, it's almost like holding hands except Azul is a whole lot clingier than even a typical octopus; feign ignorance and let him snuggle. Being held gently by 10 limbs is the new therapy babes,
Floyd's squeezes are actually a whole less painful than one would think, why? Because you hug him back, happily!- He becomes hyper-aware of how frail his shrimpy is when you attempt to squeeze him during the hug and it's such a soft thing.
He still holds you off the ground when you hug, in fact, he's now your main way of transport; did you know shrimps ride moray eels? (yes, it's a reference) Yeah? Good, buckle up because you're the shrimpy and he's your captain speaking-
Jade now understands the urge to squeeze things; and bite, and nuzzle, and frankly he's drunk on the physical affection. He will wake up with a lot of kisses all over his face, or wake you up with many kisses, would stand in the doorway in every single room and make you give him a kiss as a "toll" for walking around your shared living space-
Jade is far more love drunk and affectionate than anyone would ever expect, but expecting him to be anything else other than that was when bets went out the door anyway; he talks about his 'siren' or 'little pearl' to his terrariums, picking up pretty shells in the deep waters
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Honestly I absolutely adore all your little headcanons and domestic fluff content. It makes my day honestly and I can totally see all of these things happen. Clingy Fish Mafia is for the win.
I'm just sayin, Chatterbox, if you ever wanted I think you should make a Twisted Blog. Your ideas are honestly amazing and I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks like this. You seriously brighten my day with your long posts. If you ever do start the Twisted Chatterbox blog, let me know so I can follow and promote you, aight? If not, then feel free to keep coming into my inbox. I can always use some domestic fluff for the fish mafia...not to mention you seriously inspire me so much. I'm currently writing a cuddling headcanons for the fish mafia at the moment.
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Iām just saying, if I end up in Twisted Wonderland I aināt going back. I refuse to let anyone send my ass back. Sure thereās cons but consider this!
Crowley giving ultimatums to living in Ramshackle? Welcome to my life already bitch, you aināt special. I dealt with it for 24 years of my life and Iāll fucking do it again. I earned my way to family disappointment and I wonāt stop until Iām not your biggest disappointment so buckle up buttercup.
Overblots? Bruh, myself and half my friends have mental breakdowns weekly. This isnāt new. Oh theyāre gonna kill me during the mental breakdown. Bold of you to assume I havenāt been in life threatening situations because someone refused to go to therapy. Letās do this.
Not being able to use magic at a magical school? They can catch these hands. I donāt need fire magic to make a classroom explode into flames.
This school is offering me friends, a rent free place with food, a pet cat that can talk, and free education. Sign me tf up. Iām there. You canāt stress out someone whoās already in a constant state of stress. TRY ME!
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Super random question, but what advice would you have for someone who wants to get into writing smut? I really want to try, but I get so nervous about it sounding weird or just coming off wrong altogether. ^^; Thanks in advance! ā¤ļø
Aight, so anyone who knows me knows that I like to give very long-winded explanations to simple questions, and this is no exception! So here's my process that I wished I had known when I first started writing smut, as well as a few resources. This is going to be mainly for Fanfiction writing, but you can apply this for Original Works as well.
Step 1: The Cast
Figuring out who is gonna be in the story is always a good first step. Whether it be OCs, Fandom Characters, Self-Inserts, or a Reader Insert. Knowing who will be starring is the first thing you need to know. If you're using OC(s), then make sure you know your own character. Fill out a mini form for writing them so you know who they are. If it's a character from a fandom, I like to "interview" the character to get to know them. Let's do a quick example!
Interview Example
Interviewer: "So what was it first like to come to land?"
Floyd: "Eh, what a boring question. It was kinda weird but fun, though none of us could walk. It was so funny seeing Azul fall right on his face. Oh, he told us never to tell anyone; too late for that now. Hey, how about we move on to a better question!"
Normally I just do a few of those until I get a grasp on the characters before I write them for the first time!
Step 2: The Idea
The next step is easy, find a prompt or idea to write about. If you already have something in mind, that's great! If not, you can always go on Tumblr and look up spicy prompts. Anything to get your mind working. Once you have a prompt write a paragraph about what is gonna happen in the story.
Step 3: Outlining
With normal stories I seldom ever outline...but for smut, I need to. It helps you know exactly what's going to happen. I normally write a sentence for every paragraph I'm writing and go from there.
Outlining Example:
Floyd walks in on Reader relaxing
The reader notices and waves him in
Floyd wraps his arm around Reader
Reader jokes with Floyd
Floyd nibbles on their ear
Using the Outline:
Floyd's footsteps echo throughout Ramshackle as he runs through the building, intent on finding you. Once he came to your door he didn't bother knocking, instead walking in on you.
You hear your door slamming open and turn to see Floyd standing there, shooting you a toothy grin. You give a small laugh and wave him inside the room. He didn't need to be told twice, using his long legs to make quick strides over to you.
Floyd wraps his arm around Reader
Reader jokes with Floyd
Floyd nibbles on their ear
Hope that helps you with how I make and use outlines. I mainly just write down the simple idea for the paragraph then once I finish the outline, I go through each one and fill in the details of what's going on.
Step 4: Writing
The next step is the hard part...you actually have to write things. Everything else was child's play, but now you need to write everything out! Just a few pieces of advice I have for writing sex scenes is:
Focus on sensations: What does your character feel when his hand touches them. If you can't think of something imagine yourself in that place. A cool hand runs across your own arm. Perhaps you get goosebumps, maybe a small shiver, perhaps you gasp in surprise? Focus on things like that.
Internal Things: What does the character's heart do? Skip a beat or does it beat too fast? Do they have butterflies in their stomach or a piece of lead dropping down in their gut?
Dialogue: Personally I love writing dialogue when doing smut. The character banter is everything to me, and the dirty talk? It's got people rolling when a character says something downright filthy.
Those are a few things I focus on. Here's a resource I use for kissing scenes since I feel like mine fall flat, so I've been working on them. It also helps to use different verbs when describing things. I use this often for reference.
Remember it's fine to use vulgar words when writing smut, in fact, people tend to like it. The flowery language is fine if that's your style, but you do you. It'll be embarrassing at first but push through, eventually you'll write it with a straight face.
Step 5: Get Free Labor From Friends
After you finish, send it out to a few friends and have them read it over for you. Aka ask if they can just fix any typos and get free editing out of your well-forged friendships. Remember, if you put in the effort to have friends, you deserve to force them to work for free. Queenie, I swear it's a joke please don't murder me.
But seriously, I recommend sending it to a friend to have them look over things and give some advice. You don't have to post your first few smuts, but def have a second opinion on it.
Lastly...it's possibly going to suck. Like majorly suck your first few attempts. I don't even wanna look at the smuts I wrote when I was learning. They're so bad. Just keep practicing and eventually, you'll get better. I have a lot to improve on myself, so it's always a work in progress.
Bonus Step 6: Read Smut
You can't write something if you don't read for it...so go and read some smut and see what they do. Trust me, it's needed.
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So yāall I canāt find any fanart of Vilās father but we all know heād be a dilf. So I bring you my hot take on what Mr. Schoenheit aka Eric Venue looks like:
He looks like Thranduil and nobody can change my mind.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst wonderland#twst disney#twisted wonderland disney#slug speaks š#vil schoenheit#Eric venue
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Y'all I just saw a fic with the dorm leaders being called the f-slur by the reader here on tumblr...
As someone who was bullied in Middle and High School for being gay (wasn't even out yet mind you, I just "looked" the part) this is so not okay. Don't try to reclaim this. It's...no absolutely not. I'm not going to name the blog because they don't have an age on it and I'm pretty sure they're a minor but it's...y'all don't do this. It's not okay. I'm just gonna go block everyone who liked/reblogged the post.
And if any of you guys think that this is a totally fine thing to say please do me a favor and unfollow + block me because that makes me so insanly uncomfortable it's not even funny.
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when will twst grow some balls and add a chat option for the characters like obey me did smh this game would be so much better if we could see the group chat of the octotrio bullying azul
Omfg for realā¦but waitā¦we got apps for that. OH FUN FACT! So once I got this app that lets you make fake texts and the premium version had a free trial where you could have multiple people in the chat. Anyway, adhd brain forgot to cancel the subscription so now I have it for a year and I technically paid like $45ish for it. So anyway if anyone wants group messages with them let me know. I paid for it so might as well use it.
#slug speaks š#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst wonderland#twst disney#twisted wonderland disney
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Just a little sumn sumn for chatterbox anon:
Supposedly, eels will yawn at each other when theyāre asking to mate, so I can imagine the tweels aggressively yawning at their poor shrimpy, knowing full well that yawns are very contagious.
@twistedchatterbox Broooo look at this! Okay okay okay, but imagine these scenarios with them!
For Floyd I can see him straight up grabbing your cheeks and squishing them before yawning. He's then pause and wait for you to repeat it. If you manage to somehow not do it, then he's gonna yawn again. It will go on repeat until you finally yawn and then he'd scoop you up like "Awe Shrimpy, you should've just said something!"
For Jade he would subtly yawn sometimes and then pause to look over at wherever you were in the room. If you don't do it then ten minutes on the dot he'd do it again. Like his brother, he'll keep doing it until you finally yawn back, to which he'd then walk over and chuckle, saying he was waiting for you to reciprocate and give you a quick kiss.
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smth funny/entertaining? welp, im not funny but i hope this entertains you nonetheless lol i've been brainrotting and need to spill my thou gh t s
if youll read em;
the tweels' courting ritual probably includes picking out the prettiest seashells and pearls, the side affects of this behavior;
-they are not above throwing hands to get what they're looking for,
-they start v i b ra t i ng with happiness the second you wear the gifts on a necklace of earrings
even Jade will chirp/chortle, making mer-noises, he may be suave 99% of the time but his courtship being accepted is the 1%; he's relieved and it's obvious
in mer-form, the tweel's fins will do floppy motions at the sight of S/O, and they'd probably feel a strong urge to squeeze S/O gently too ???
"Cute aggression, or playful aggression, is superficially aggressive behaviour caused by seeing something cute, such as a human baby or young animal. People experiencing cute aggression may grit their teeth, clench their fists, or feel the urge to bite, pinch, and squeeze something they consider cute."
this, basically; but they're also cuddly as fuck, Jade would finally understand Floyd's obsession with hugs and squeezes
they are not immune to the inherent affections of being a hybrid, its not all oOOooH ScaRy AnD SPooKy and nothin' else, the eel of your choice brought pretty seashells and wants kisses for it, let him hold you gently like a hamburger shrimp
for all their "otter" nicknames for Kalim, they would totally cuddle their S/O like that; floating with their back to the water, sunny day, shrimpy in their arms, the world is good you could yawn for some good fuck too-
if you clean their teefs like a cleaner shrimp for the jokes and/or make them food? you're moving in, rent-free, just continue doing that Trey is internally punching the air, he really wanted to be the one to get his teeth cleaned
Writing this felt like writing a documentary and the idea feels cute, ngl, narrating a day in the life of loving either(or both) of the leech twins in the same way you'd narrate a nature documentary
its halfpast midnight now, hope this was some good food for thought lmfao
These are absolutely ADORABLE!!! I love every single one of them and now Iām on brainrot train alongside you. This def entertained me too, and now I only got 25 more minutes left of my shift and Iām happy thinking about otter Shrimpy
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Okay here me out, here me out. If any of us ever got magically Isekaiād to Twisted Wonderland, I have a game plan. Aight, all you gotta do is befriend Malleus ASAP. Just barge into the dorm like āI heard you guys had a dragon prince and Iām here to be besties I even made us friendship bracelets.ā
Why you ask? Because we befriend the baddest bitch in twisted, thatās why. Itās like prison rules but instead of beating up the biggest guy youāre now his bitch, but nobody is gonna mess with you. Just make it known who your bestie is. Befriend Lilia as well. Just befriend everyone in that dorm.
If someone overblots Iām texting Malleus like āIām in danger ļæ½ļæ½.ā And boom heāll be over there to make sure I donāt die. Itās simple. Itās effective. Made that deal with Azul and no longer have your dorm? Papa Lilia is probably so hyped to have a sleepover tbh. All your problems would be solved. Malleus would probably find out about the living situation and not having a cell phone and get you hooked up to the best of his abilities.
The con is now you are friends with two fae whoās human morals arenāt up to par but I mean? If youāre already mentally unstable itās just gonna add a dash of excitement.
The major pro tho is that now your friends with Malleus because the man needs friends and why not a chaotic goblin of a human from another world.
Someone stop be from my stupid ideas for real. This is what happens when it slows down at my job. I ramble.
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The twisted boys have been turned into frogs because woops wrong potion, you must kiss 11 turning them back and the other 11 must suffer a slimy month until it wears off. who are you kissing? (Ortho is the only one that can turn back with a kiss on the cheek)
Oh thatās so easy with my biased ass! Aight the ones who are being saved are:
Ortho because I love my baby boy and I will protect him with my life. Little head kiss for my baby.
Idia since Iām a horrible simp and heās the only reason I got into Twisted in the first place (blame Aru for showing me some uuuuuuh nice fanart of him).
Floyd even if he doesnāt deserve it because heās a little shit.
Jade because Floyd would kill me if I didnāt get his brother as well. Iād probably leave him as a frog for a little while so watch the Floyd interactions with Frog Jade.
Azul because he does deserve it and the world. Iām kissing him again once heās back to being normal.
Kalim, my sunshine of a boy needs the world.
Jamil because someone needs to care for my sunshine. I wouldnāt WANT to, but I mean I canāt take care of myself, let alone of Kalim.
Malleus since someone needs to protect my dumbass.
Lilia since I love Peepaw so much and I will do anything for him.
Silver because Peepaw needs his son.
Sebek because heās the only person I can probably hear out of all the cast.
The rest will be kept in a kiddie pool in my bedroom because I still love them, but not as much. Iām sorry Jackā¦and Rook. Iād replace Silver for you but Lilia would murderlize me.
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WAIT! WHEN IS MALāS BIRTHDAY?!
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