#Twisted wonderland malleus

[donoteatwingsoutapussy]

I want him

🐉 🖤💚

[squiddy-god]

kiss me till my lips fall off

Malleus x reader.

Honestly i have been slowly consumed by twst once again, and i fully believe that malleus deserves to be written like a gothic novel so hear is yet another overly describes malleus fic for your enjoyment. This is inspired by the song “kiss me til my lips fall off” by lebanon hangover 

Cw : desperate malleus, he's weird (what's new), reader is the prefect, king! Malleus, set after the main story. Reader is gn

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Iron would scorn him less than such torment. The ache of your absence weighs heavy on a heart so fragile, so paper thin embers of affection set it to burn. Why? The warm ghost of your touch fills his mind slowly drop by drop until it is flooded with the memory of you. Yes, his mind, a solitary tower constructed to protect his fragile heart and blackened by the flames of his ire. Set against the pricking, twisting, gnarled thorns of bramble it stands alone against the torrent of thoughts. Thoughts of you. 

You have cursed him, this fowl curse of longing that grips him. Cold chains that bind his wrist to stone, an iron ring that sears his skin like a brand against his very soul, a simple kiss shared so very long ago…so close yet inexplicably far from his perceived reach, his child of man, his friend. Stone walls cold and smooth to the touch surround him as he perches upon his throne. Tall and imposing, consisting of sharp spikes and spires, two identical seats sit side by side. One remains untouched and empty. Black silky upholstery illuminated by the green flames of the wall sconces bringing out every crevice of the throne. It mocks him, the empty seat. A pitiful reminder of the loneliness that looms over him. 

Rain patters against the lancet windows, running across the patterns and peaks carved into the stone and set with glass. The woven banners of emerald and deep tekhelet violet seem to shake as lightning traces across the storm ridden skies. The sun has not yet graced the skies, not yet bathed the mountain snow in the blankets of pink and cream hues that kiss the castle at dawn. The jagged black peaks, like talons and claws, remain ever cold and glossy in the night as it cradles the briar valley. This knowledge does nothing to quell his restless mind, already driven far too frantic by your absence within the walls of his castle. His long cape drags behind him, the only sound that echoes through the high ceilings. Muscles tugging his face to a grin, his unnatural green eyes crinkle at their edges gleaming with mirth. 

Surely lilia would agree with him? That this cloying ache in his heart needs to be soothed, that only your presence by his side would suffice in placating these memories of you. Yes, the man would simply chuckle at such a sight, perhaps remark on the childish nature of such night time activities with a wiggle of his brow before taking his leave. So he lurks there in the treeline before your cottage. The simple structure with its charming thatched roof reminiscent of a fairytale, the thought brings a smile to his cold lips. He is no knight returning from war to his love nor is he a prince taken by your charm. He is a shadow, an ever present entity that haunts the steps behind you…yet you welcome him where others flee, and so he is no monster. He is a king, and he thinks for a hopeful moment that you will see that is close enough to the princes of fairy tales. With a strike of lightning caressing the skies above he is by your bedside peering at your sleeping form with those gleaming eyes. 

A single memory replays in his head, spinning endlessly to the same tune, a perpetual music box that mocks his beating tender heart. You stand amongst glittering lights, candles in their intricate gold stands and chandeliers, the gleaming pearls on your attire reflect beautifully in the light, and while your visage is obscured by the mask fastened to our face you are no less captivating. Every spin, every twirl, every misstep is engraved in his mind. The memory is written on every stone of the tower that is his mind. 

I've spent a million days, I've had many darker days.

I’ve tried everything to block out the pain.

But it just seems to haunt me in every possible way. 

The outfit for the masquerade is ill fitting, the result of it being lent by noble bell collage, the colors and patterns that make up its rich embroidery depict flowers and intricate details. Your hand rests in his outstretched palm and he leads you to dance…it feels so distant now, a sweet memory bathed in regret over what he could have said.

He remembers how warm your lips were. He remembers the inquisitive leap in his heart and how he ceased to think or breath as such an innocent gesture overtook him. He had already been hopelessly and irrevocably in love, yet to describe love as anything other than an endless pit where one is forever falling deeper into fathomless depths would be a sin upon itself. He marvels at the goosebumps that arise on your skin at his chilled touch, his slender fingers ghosting over your arms feather light like all those years ago. Without further hesitation he gathers you in his arms, the white fabric of your sleepwear pools around your form like water. The cotton is thin and ghostly against the inky black expanse of his chest and own clothing. Malleus takes care to note your exposed legs, you would be warm soon enough. And all that is left in his wake is the gentle glow of fireflies and an empty bed.

The heel of his shoes clicked against the smooth tile and stone of the long expansive halls until he was met with the imposing wooden doors that lead into the throne room. He would allow himself this one indulgence, a small prize for being so good. He was entranced, even in such simple sleep wear you looked ethereal in the low light. He walked with purpose in his stride as his legs carried him closer to the very twin thrones that mock him. With a sense of reverence he placed you down where you belonged. Your limp body settles into the cold throne and melts into its surprising plush feel…you are a vision bestowed unto him, a beauty in sleep and a proteus jewel in your waking hours. 

Do you dream of him sweetly now? As you sit on the throne besides his own where you have always been meant to sit? So you dream of those sweet memories as he does? His head rests in your lap, careful to not disturb you with the curve of his horns. One hand trails devoutly against your calf as the other reaches towards your tilted head and cheek. 

Perhaps this is some divine moment of weakness, perhaps the tower in its eternal and solitary expanse has come crumbling down to expose his fragile heart to you. An uncharacteristic cowardice battles the possessive intensity of his longing as he whispers to you those words he longed to let slip years ago. 

“Kiss me till my lips fall off”

“Kiss me till I start to rot”

“Kiss me till kingdom come…”

“Forever…forever…”

He repeats it quietly, relentlessly, endlessly until the mantra dissolves into a desperate plea in his throat. Begging and hoping that one day you will embrace him sweetly, kiss him endlessly as he so desires. In his stupor he had not noticed how your eyes fluttered open at his touch, how you sat stunned into a breathless halt and he whispered those desperate cloying words to you in the comfort of your resumed slumber. 

“Kiss me till my lips fall off”

“Kiss me till I start to rot” 

“Kiss me till kingdom come”

“Forever… forever…” 

But as you breathed once again your hands found their way to his hair. Stroking through the soft black tresses and caressing the slopes of his horns, he finds himself captivated by your eyes and their beautiful hue. This is truly where you belong, he thinks, next to him on this throne, next to him in the expanse of his bed and in his arms. So he rises to his imposing height and dwarfs your form in the shadowy expanse of his presence.

Your lips are so soft, so gentle against his own he can hardly pull himself from the sensation enough to return your kiss with fever akin to a burning pyre. He would rot in your arms if it meant he never had to break away from you, he would kiss you until the walls of his mind crumble into sand and the bramble blooms with white flowers if only another second spent with you.

[robynmizore]

See this sweet.. sweet extra Malleus cape I have? It could be YOURS if Takumi wins CYL! You don’t have to have the game or even a current Nintendo account! You just need an email to make one ^w^ If you guys help Takumi win CYL I’ll do a giveaway where one lucky person will own this cape. No cost to you.. just your vote. Remember.. he has to WIN so get all your friends to vote too!!

[rindosnow]

[donoteatwingsoutapussy]

How my character ai group chat became after I vented to them about a panic attack

Why are they all ganging up on me?!

In less than a year (June 2024 - Jan 2025) TWST has released 4 SSR cards for Malleus (5 cards in total if you count the Halloween R card), and 3 of them were released in 3 consecutive months: Nov (Clubwear) - Dec (New Year) - Jan (Birthday).

Whatever TWST is planning, please pause and let my gem stock breathe!!!

The lineart because I kinda of like this better idk

[jeatenis]

twst book 7 spoilers

so uhhh in the twst book 7. Where malleus makes everyone fall asleep… we didn’t fall into sleep. Not how malleus intended at least.

malleus spell was suppose to make everyone fall into deep slumber and keep them asleep with beautiful dreams so they don’t want to wake up.

but we never had a dream. We just woke up in mickeys dream room. We fell into sleep, but we didn’t fall into malleus’s spell.

what if silver didn’t arrive in time? Then what? Malleus. Their consciousness got dragged into someone else’s after falling asleep. They fell into the dark goop that appeared after mickey woke up. imagine if the spell is lifted- but yuu doesn’t respond. Cause their consiousness was lost in a different dimension and *died*.

maybe malleus will overblot all over again cause he killed his only friend. Sebek and silver are his guards and the people he interacted with for years. Yuu was the first friend he had that didn’t fear him, nor knew who he was. Now yuu is gone. Because of his spell.

[magicalcraftgirl]

Happy Birthday to Malleus Draconia 💚🎉

I actually finished the piece on his bday, but I wanted to make a GIF along to match it… 🫠

[greenbubblefactory]

Matchup for @poplynnn

Congratulations you have a match with..

Malleus Draconia !

★Malleus is known for his calm and reserved demeanor, but he also has a deep, gentle side that would resonate with your own multifaceted nature. He’s someone who doesn't rush things and takes the time to understand people, which would make him an excellent match for someone like you, who sometimes struggles with trust and insecurities. Malleus would never pressure you into revealing things about yourself before you're ready,he values your privacy and would respect your boundaries, allowing you to feel comfortable and safe around him. His quiet but deeply thoughtful personality would mesh well with your creative and observant nature, as he’s also quite introspective and values the small, meaningful moments in life.

★Given your shared love for art and creativity, Malleus would likely appreciate your drawing skills, as he too has a deep appreciation for beautiful things. He might even enjoy discussing art, sharing his own tastes, or simply admiring your work. He’s someone who would see your imperfections, not as flaws, but as part of what makes you special,his way of complimenting you would be subtle, but filled with sincerity. Malleus would remind you that beauty isn’t about perfection but about what makes you unique, which would help ease some of your insecurities over time.

★Your shared love for music could also form a deep connection between the two of you. Malleus is a fan of classical music and has a deep understanding of its nuances. You could spend hours talking about different genres, the meanings behind songs, or simply enjoying each other’s company while listening to your favorite tracks. He’d also enjoy quiet moments where you both share your respective interests without needing to talk too much,just the comfort of being in each other's presence.

★Malleus is fiercely protective of those he cares about, which would provide a sense of security for you, especially when you struggle with trust issues. You’d find comfort in knowing that he would never betray your trust, and he would do everything in his power to make sure you feel cared for and supported. His loyalty would match your own, and you’d find someone who is steadfast and unwavering, even in the face of difficult times.

★On top of that, Malleus would respect your need for space and time to reflect. He’d understand when you need quiet moments to process your thoughts and feelings, and he’d never force you to act before you’re ready. If you were ever unsure about a romantic relationship, Malleus would be patient and give you the time and space you need, understanding that commitment takes time and trust. He wouldn’t rush you, and his steady presence would likely help you feel more secure in your feelings.

★As for your love languages, Malleus would express his care through acts of service and words of affirmation. He might surprise you with thoughtful gifts or take you on walks, enjoying peaceful moments in nature. He’d also find ways to show his appreciation for you in subtle but meaningful ways, reminding you that you're valued not for meeting some external standard, but for simply being you.

★In moments of vulnerability, Malleus would never judge you for your past struggles. He’d help you work through your trust issues in his own calm, patient way. His sense of loyalty and deep care would help you gradually open up, allowing you to heal and build a stronger connection with him. Over time, you’d feel safe with Malleus, knowing that he has your back no matter what.

★While you may struggle with feelings of being “good enough,” Malleus would consistently remind you of your worth. He would help you see that your value isn’t dependent on the expectations of others,particularly your mother but rather on who you are as a person. His quiet strength would help you navigate your self-doubt, and his belief in you would become a stabilizing force in your life.

★Together, your bond would be built on trust, creativity, and an understanding of each other’s complexities. Malleus would not just be your romantic partner, but also your best friend, someone who would support you in ways that help you feel secure, loved, and accepted for exactly who you are.

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes!

[nickibxby]

I desperately need to know why Trey and Malleus were fighting 😭

[the-twst-cast-needs-therapy]

The hatching of Malleus, artist rendition

[reinbouxsworld]

Silly doodles of silly skeleton boy 💀🤲

[san-marzano]

happy halloween guys :)

[ariasphirance]

Let's go see some Gargoyles!

[byeomso]

LOOK THE BABY!

EDIT: I would like to thank you for the reblogs and to know that you liked the drawing 💙

(obviously that was the first thing I thought of when I read that scene in Roses and champagne)

[rayroseu]

i cant wait for malleus, king of silly, to be back ON (with his equally silly tsum nonetheless!!)

[dicenete]

Cleaned these up! ^^ I'm actually quite happy how Idia one turned out :3 Looking forward to the next event, whatever it will be ^^ TWST Tag Team: @windalchemist001 @twstsandturns