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[merakiui]

Hi!!!! For the prompt thing!

“Is that how you see me?” With Azul?

Hi hiiii!!! :D thank you for asking!!! <3

(fwb dialogues)

"If we pretend to be a newly married couple, do you think this hotel would give us the honeymoon suite?" Idly, you scroll through photos of the hotel and its rooms, admiring the jacuzzi bath and the wide, tall windows with a breathtaking view. "It's a nice place. Kinda expensive, though."

Azul looks up from the economics magazine he's been poring over for the past fifteen minutes now. He sits against the headboard of his bed, and you're lying flat on your back. Your legs are draped over his lap in a casual sprawl. Sometimes, when you're side by side like this, he thinks otherwise of your arrangement.

Just marry 'em already, Floyd had once said. You're doin' all the usual shit couples do. What's one more step?

Although that 'one more step' is more like a giant, impossible leap across a yawning cavern with a horrendous drop. He can't risk it.

Azul peers at your phone when you hand it to him. He flicks through the images, assessing quality and aesthetics in one go. "It's not bad. Why a honeymoon suite, though?"

"I dunno. It sounds fun. I think we'd pass as a believable couple."

He exhales through his nose, amused. "Is that how you see me? As a stand-in husband?"

"Your words."

Azul rolls his eyes playfully, an impish grin tugging at his lips. He sets his magazine and your phone on the bedside table before moving to lie beside you. You peer at him as he props himself up on one arm.

"Your implication," he counters, leaning in to rub noses with you.

"Your choice." You wink, preening under the affectionate treatment. "So what do you think? Vacation as a faux married couple—yes or no?"

"My answer should be clear enough." Azul drags you into a lazy embrace, pressing his forehead to yours. "Come with me to pick out a ring. If we're going to commit to the act, we might as well cover all of our bases, yes?"

"Fine by me."

"My dearest angelfish, you've made me the happiest man," he exaggerates.

"Save that for when you put the ring on me, charmer."

"It doesn't hurt to practice now. Shall I lend you my surname for rehearsal?"

You loop your arms around him, legs intertwining. "Why, how kind of you."

The rest of your gratitude is expressed in a slow, sweet kiss.

[dearestones]

His Eyes Focused On You (L x Reader)

Warnings: NSFW, nothing too explicit, established relationship, etc. 

Anonymous Request: i was wondering if i could request something about nsfw interaction with L x reader in an established relationship:“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  thank you so much 😊 

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It’s a tangle of limbs and half muttered phrases, all of it crooned or muttered in throes of passion. There's bedsheets and pillows, the fragrance of pastries and the stagnant air that accompanies hotel rooms. As you're swept up in the rising heat of frantic touches and lingering kisses, you can barely keep your eyes open, wanting to savor the moment of pure vulnerability.

Your bed partner, all toned muscle and soft grunts, is holding you tightly, almost too tight. The pressure is comforting, making you believe that this is real.

It has to be real.

"Are you okay?"

You can't help but ask, as your back arches off the bed, your chest meeting his eager mouth. His tongue laves around your sensitive skin and his hands, soft finger pads and calloused palms exploring every inch of your body.

At your question, he pauses and his dark eyes meet yours. 

Before you had become close to him, intimate in a way that you knew was afforded to few people, you didn't peg him for the type of person to want to get physical with another human being. Of course, you knew that most people had needs. You just assumed that based on his line of work and his preference for privacy, you thought that he would use other means to satisfy his primal urges. And if toys or other sources of stimulation weren't enough, then you supposed that he must have sought carnal satisfaction through sex workers.

For the most part, you were right. As a detective on the move, it was imperative for him to remain loose and detached from others. Sex workers, escorts, and the like could be bribed into silence. Machines and toys could be bought anonymously online. However, months of close relations and intimate conversation had culminated into the slow and steady crescendo of you and your beloved partner finally settling into each other's arms in an erotic dance that had you swaying your hips and falling neatly into his arms. 

Over and over again. 

Was it purely all physical? 

You hoped that this relationship meant something to him. Many days were spent poring over his investigations and most nights were spent in each other’s arms. He loved talking, you knew that, but he also liked observing you. Watching you. Making note of your likes and dislikes, what made you tick, what made you smile that special smile of yours that made him proud. 

In turn, you did the same. 

You could never fool yourself into thinking that you truly knew every aspect of him, but when you were close together like this, with both your hips moving against each other in unison, sweet friction inciting the embers of passion, you thought you could finally see the man underneath the facade of a cold, analytical character. You had never doubted that he was human, but you never knew that he could lower his defenses to reveal that he was warm to the touch and that his heart beat fast under your touches. 

“Are you okay?” You ask again, insistently this time. One of your hands lands on his bicep while the other cups his cheek. It’s intimate, too close to tender and leagues away from pure carnal intent. Often, the both of you would incite foreplay through banter, build up the tension with lingering touches and innuendo and then finally consummate your union. However, it was rare for soft touches that conveyed nothing more than affection and the trust that you had for him. 

L, your lover, trusted you enough that you wouldn’t kill him in his sleep. 

But L, the world’s greatest detective, only looked to you for help whenever he needed insight on one of his cases. 

Having resigned yourself to the fact that this relationship was never going to be in your favor, you would not be surprised if L had decided to shrug away your soothing touches and continued to bring the both of you to completion. You would not lie: you ached for the sweet release of bliss, but you were content to remain connected as is, bodies intertwined and your sweat dripping and pooling together underneath your bodies and soaking into the sheets. 

Yet, just when you were about to release L and to urge your hips to move against his, you felt your heart flutter with warmth when he interlaced his fingers with your fingers that caressed his cheek. For a brief moment, his dark eyed gaze kept you entranced, the look in his eyes seemingly expressionless, but the intensity stemming from a passion that you had never seen him display so brazenly before. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” It comes out as a whisper, barely louder than your moans as he leans closer to you, his every movement brushing against your most sensitive parts of you. There’s a broken, jagged edge to his tone, like a porcelain vase that had been broken and sanded down to prevent injury. Scars that never healed right. 

L continues to hold your gaze and the grip that he has on your body seems to tighten and grow even warmer.

You’re lightheaded, but still very much aware of your surroundings and of course, L. 

“It’s because I love you,” you whisper without any hint of irony or shame. Perhaps if you weren’t naked and swept up in his arms, maybe you might have thought twice about admitting such a thing, but in that moment, you wanted to be true to yourself. 

“I love you,” you say again. 

L holds you close, his dark eyed gaze never waving before you notice that the lines of his lips have softened and that one corner had lifted into a soft smile. Bending down, he presses a kiss–too chaste for this situation, but so very telling of his true desires–to your temple before he continues his ministrations from before, careful to keep his pace steady and his eyes focused on you. 

It didn’t matter if he didn’t say it back. 

His actions spoke otherwise. 

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[devintrinidad]

🦊🦊🦊🦊 I was scared to approach you for a while until we actually talked. Turns out you're super sweet and amazing—

Oh my gosh, you were??? Hahah, it was so nice getting to know you as well! I’m glad that you reached out in the beginning, even if it was because of “she who shall not be named”. :D

[yandere-daydreams]

Congrats, you're on todayontumblr :D

my great love for fat bears has caused me to break containment and expose myself to the greater public of tumblr dot com. apologies all around. i will see myself out as soon as grazer's victory is properly celebrated.

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

WHAT

EMINEM COINED IT?

STAN???

WHAT

Yeah. There's folks who say it was an existing but not yet super-widespread portmanteau of stalker and fan, but there's not really a lot of evidence for that, and honestly I think he just named the guy Stan bc it worked well in the song and that took off.

[woodswolf]

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats 🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? 🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? (Hope you have fun with these! And you don't have to answer all of them if you don't want to !:D)

writer's truth or dare ask game

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats

a lot of my old ninjago stuff has tons of hits and kudos n shit even though i do not care about it anymore lol. some of it's good some of it Is Not. but i digress. anyway i added the word count graph bc i think it's really funny that DLD is lapping the second longest item twice over (and it's going to be more than 3x over after i finish chapter 5 🥴 <- DERANGED)

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

kinda a long story actually. starts with reading a TIME magazine article about HP fanfiction back around the time the last movie was coming out. (i read it in print though, can't figure out where to find it online. it had a lot of like fic recs n shit in it, honestly kinda funny looking back on it.) from there i found out that the HP news fansite my dad visited a lot (mugglenet) had a fanfiction subarea and went through a lot of shit on there. eventually i tried posting my own bad shit but it got rejected by the moderators (deserved lmao) and from there i moved over to FFN somehow and started doing shit there. at which point i was still in the middle of my Coraline Special Interest phase and thought "hm. coraline seems very Killable". and the rest is history lmao

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

N/A because i actually don't really do much editing. my mom was a newspaper editor for her career before she had me and the general rules of grammar got knocked into me very quickly from the combination of Her and just like. looking shit up sometimes, or mimicking how things were written in books maybe. fuck if i know honestly, i've been writing as a hobby since i was like 9-10 or some shit and over time it's just gradually become part of my process that i don't fuck up formatting and if i do it's only genuinely by accident.

as for shit like rewording sentences and shit like that, i also generally do that as i go but i'll also do that on rereads (because i reread my stuff all the time). ill just see something that's like "oh that's awkwardly worded or there's a word missing or whatever" and i'll make the edit as necessary. that kind of stuff is 9/10 and only because i have to find where the edit is needed again in whichever area im editing it

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

no paragraph breaks or far too few paragraph breaks. everything else im flexible on but that's my hard rule. from there it's shit like if the spelling/grammar/punctuation is especially bad - it's like if you didn't care to Write this well then i probably won't care to Read it well. theres other things (e.g. it often bothers me when people leave blank paragraphs between every paragraph even if i won't stop reading it over that) but those are the ones that'll make me click off INSTANTLY.

thanks for the ask!!

[indiangp]

Hi! If someone were to send you a sample of their handwriting, would you analyze it?

I can try but I can't guarantee that my analysis will be accurate and error free lol. It's a hobby that I do once every few months and give up on subsequently so I'm not the best person to ask for an analysis 😶

[lotusdumpling]

I DID

I FEEL POWERFUL

WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

[helloiamadrawer]

*boops your nose* send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Thank you so much queen ❤️

[dearestones]

Hey, Devin here!

I cleaned out my asks and have something queued up for the last one. Feel free to request a prompt, but please include a fandom and a character (s). All rules in my pinned post still apply!

Thank you all for your support and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

~ IT'S SPRING ~ WRITING PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

collecting flowers on their way home

listening to the birds when they wake up

spring fever

taking deep inhales of the fresh spring air

walking in the park

new beginnings

picnic dates

standing up for themselves

standing up for a loved one

watching nature getting greener every day

falling head over heels in love

rolling down the window of the car

enjoying the sun that's warming their face

meeting new people

being ready for the next step

trying something new

building someone up

youthful spirit

being extremely energetic

always humming a tune

weekend trips

confidence boost

skinny dipping even though it's much too cold

lying under the sunny sky and watching the clouds

making flower crowns

riding the bike to the bakery in the morning

being enlightened

adopting a puppy/kitten

starting to heal

always wearing their favourite blouse/shirt

helping each other out

discovering the first early bloomers

taking heart

being unexperienced

getting back up after falling down

rain in bright sunshine

not leaving the house without a raincoat

fresh flowers every week

making plans for the summer

spending their days outside

motivating others

realising their feelings

enjoying spring in the countryside

suffering from hay fever

risking something in order to achieve something

going all in

freezing even though it's not winter anymore

waiting impatiently for summer

barbeque parties in the garden

the park becoming their second home

[merakiui]

MERA NEW JADE CARD IN TIME FOR TMDG

I PAUSED MY EDITING SO FAST TO CHECK AND OOOOOOOOOO,,,,,,, ojiisan is too cute. >_< he looks like a sweet, elderly shop owner who is polite, but will also become quite fearsome in certain circumstances. The sharp smile… The way he’s bent over slightly……. The clasped hands…………… THE HAT AND SCARF. OMG AND THE LOVELY TRADITIONAL WEAR!!! I want to pretend this is a stance his father adopts sometimes,,, he feels like your definitely-not-but-absolutely mafia grandfather who is the retired head of the business and now he just runs a tea shop. <3

[dearestones]

Necessary Compliance (Yandere! L x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere behavior. 

Anonymous Request: yandere L fic where the reader has ‘accepted’ that that probably wont be let out, but that doesnt mean they are gonna make life with him easy. They wont eat, drink, talk etc. Anything he does try will be met with resistance every step of the way

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"It's not poisoned."

You simply stared down into your bowl of soup, the contents of which was foreign to you and more than likely the product of whatever city you were taken to. Ten minutes ago, it was hot enough that the steam was gently wafting up to your face to coat it with condensation. Despite the disgust that bubbled in your stomach, desperately seeking to be let out, you held your tongue and remained focused on keeping calm. 

At this point, this was the only course of action you could take. 

For the past four weeks, three days, seven hours, and ten minutes, you had been surprisingly... cooperative for a person who had been held against their will. L supposed that it was psychology at work. After all, he had been nothing if not kind and accommodating to your needs. Every day, you were provided with nutritious meals, ample space for exercise, and access to a high quality shower and hygienic products. If anything else, you were cordial.

But that simply wasn’t enough.

If L had been trying to coerce you into admitting a crime through humane means such as this—as opposed to some of his more unsavory methods—he would have let you go already. However, that simply wasn’t the case. Rather, you were an innocent civilian who had been practically plucked off the street, your only connection to L only a byproduct of circumstance and coincidence. Had you been in the mood for banter, you would have brought up that topic once more, but you were tired. 

And you no longer cared. 

As your captivity stretched from days to weeks, which eventually morphed into months, you realized that there was no escape. Why even try? L had a vast array of resources at his very disposal. Wherever he went, there was sure to be a retinue of guards hiding somewhere within the premises, their gazes trained on you should you ever escape your captor’s grasp. 

And even if L wasn’t as powerful as your mind made him seem, he was still vastly intelligent and if need be, could quickly and physically overpower you. 

On all fronts, physical and mental, you were forced against the wall with nowhere to turn. 

So.

This.

You would comply. 

You would be quiet.

But that didn’t mean that you would bow down to his whims. 

As you continued to give your bowl of soup a glare that would have reheated it back to its steaming glory, L finally conceded to obey his baser desires. Normally, the famed detective would have left you to your own devices, often asking his closest advisor, a man that he called Watari despite his very British accent, to feed you instead. However, it had been at least two weeks since you’ve last spoken and even longer since you’ve raised a hand against him. Some might call what you were doing progress—a tamed beast. 

However, you were a far cry from who you were before. 

And L wanted you back. 

You heard him get up from his seat, his feet padding towards you before a cold, spindly hand grasped your chin. Disciplined and spiteful, you kept your mouth closed to keep your gasp from reaching his ears. If there was one thing you knew about L, it was that once you had given him the satisfaction, you might as well have let him win this battle of wills.

It had been a while since you had let down your guard, but you couldn't let up now. Hunger, which gnawed and clawed at the insides of your stomach and made your hands tremble with the aching need of want, you could ignore. Thirst, the heavenly fire that coated the insides of your throat with raw sand, you could mildly alleviate with the taste and heat from your saliva.

You were above human desires.

You could beat L at his own game.

In this way, you were better than L—top detective and most brilliant man most people would have killed to have met at least once in their life.

"The last time you refused to eat, you lasted three days before you gave up." He jerked your head up so that you had no choice but to look him in the eyes.

The first time you met him, you had faced him the same way. That is to say, you kept your eyes trained downwards, your gaze never quite meeting his. You wouldn't say that you were shy, but you definitely were not confident in how you appeared before him.

But when you met gazes for the first time, you knew what L exactly was.

L was not human.

He was a parasite who wore the skin of a human as if it were a pair of ill fitting pants. He fed off your every emotion, the fights that you would instigate by not feeding into his delusional fantasies that one day you would cede your very soul and spirit to him. He knew better, of course he did, but that didn't stop him from staring at you as if you were a science project.

What could he do to manipulate you? To make you finally be his?

If physical violence didn't work, then what about promises of riches? Of delights that could only be experienced by those with power and influence like himself?

And if enticing you with human temptations such as that wouldn't be the thing to make you heel to him, then what about sweet honeyed words that dripped with a poison that would slowly but surely rot your brains and make you that much more malleable to his whims.

The day would come, you knew this, but until then, you tried to remain steadfast.

L's nails, freshly cut, dug deep into your skin.

"Shall I call Watari? We can have you fed intravenously if need be."

That threat had been hanging over your head ever since you began your quiet rebellion. Although you had managed to cave into your hunger before you were forced to give up your autonomy, you managed to glimpse L's faithful servant hauling in equipment that made your blood go cold. You knew that L was not against going against the law to achieve what he wanted most.

It was the results that mattered in the end, not how he got there.

At this point, you shouldn't be surprised, but...

It frightened you.

You were taken away from everything you had known, stripped of your most basic rights, and now, you were going to be force fed as if you were lower than an animal.

L crouched in front of you. Although appearing as if he were shorter than you, the control he had over the situation never wavered.

From the very beginning, you had no chance.

"Well?" His voice was monotone, but you could hear the mild mocking lilt underlying his voice. "What would you rather do?"

You could only comply, the idea of debasing yourself was too much.

You ate and every bite that slid down your throat was tasteless and ashy.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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[devintrinidad]

What are your favourite TWST ships in general?

I don't actually ship anyone in Twst? Honestly, I think I like the games' themes of found family, the bonds of friendship, and other male platonic relationships to be more compelling than romance.

I mean, there are some with potential? I love the Octatrio's dynamics no matter the ships both platonic and romantic within their little trio.

Pomefam have great relationships as well.

And so does Diafam when they finally tell each other how much they mean to each other.

Idia and his family have interesting dynamics...

Honestly, yeah, I just don't see twst characters engaging in romantic endeavors because I know that most of them wouldn't last past graduation and if they do, it might become borderline toxic, but I suppose there's an appeal to that.

Thanks for the question and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

[insertsomthinawesome]

Well twist my arm why don’tcha SDFLSDFKJDSFL I jest i jest, I’d be more than happy to open that can of worms >:D

OKAY SO

Azul and Riddle: My friends once said they were the funniest out of the Dorm cards with Duo pairs because they were the only set who didn’t have beef with each other WHEEZE. The funny thing is while Riddle and Azul are by no means the same people, they have some very fundamental similarities. They both have a problem with control. Azul focuses on his control of power, his control over other people through that power, to find self worth and meaning. Riddle focuses on control to see that life follows the narrative that he thinks is correct (ie, I think he shows some signs of having OCD, and sometimes with OCD you have a hard time functioning in a way that is “normal”. You have to follow your own patterns, no matter how silly they seem to others, or even to yourself, in order to function at all.) He has control over himself, and he controls himself through rules, he controls the situation through rules, when those rules are broken he gets irritated because it throws a wrench into his perception of the way things should be. When the morality of his control is questioned, he falls apart, because what does that say about his narrative, what is safe, what is true, what is real? If his rules aren’t true, then how can he be perfect? (How can he be loved?) Now I feel like I might do Azul some injustice here, since I’ve both played book 1 and read the manga for book 1, so I’m WAY more familiar with its plot than I am with book 3′s, and I’m sensing some postmortem for book 3 even in book 5, so I wouldn't’ be surprised if Azul gets even more public shaming development before the end of it. So I apologize if anything seems off beat 😔 What fascinates me about these two, is I think Riddle would be to Azul what Ace is to Riddle. A walking call out post generator SDLFJSDLSDGJKSDGLSDJG. In the Anthology manga Ace is shown to pull Riddle up short actively, stopping him from returning to his ways as a tyrant, but also stopping him from spiraling into a pit of self hatred due to his failures. Now Ace is a bout as non-abrasive as the hedgehogs he’s known to tend, so obviously him and Riddle aren’t match to match, but I can see Riddle recognizing beats of himself in Azul. Now Azul, postmortem book 3, doesn't seem to have as much internal reflection as Riddle. In fact he seems to pretty much be exactly the same, just with the knowledge that he isn't exactly the all powerful Witch of the Sea he so wished to become. That's not me saying Azul is the worst BTW that's just my observation xD If anything it feels like Azul is focusing on just... rebuilding it all again. He can't use contracts the way he did before since Crowley banned it, but he still CAN use them (ie i believe he offers help to Riddle at the beginning of book 5, and its VERY OBVIOUS what kind of help he's implying.) on other students, and seems to have no qualms whatsoever about doing so if he can still get a leg up on other people. Now I'm not sure if there's so much proof??? of this??? But i feel like Azul did get a little bit of self worth and love shoved into him at the end of book 3. Yes it was humiliated. Yes he was crying 90% of it. But I think what the end of book 3 might've shown him, is that people will stay. The tweels are still there. They're teasing him yes, but its not negative teasing, its "oh you were adorable :>" we'll ignore the implications that they want to eat him for now SLDFJSDLGJLSDG the ramshackle squad was there. Yuu had a lot of text choices that were deliberately kind and uplifting. That whole end of book 3 was about teaching Azul that he could love himself without his power. That he still meant something. So i feel like postmortem book 3 azul is a lot calmer, and a lot less manic and obsessed with achieved power. So I guess i feel like with Riddle and Azul... they would have a lot of interesting, probably not very hostile?? Conversations about the essence of control. What it means to have power, what it means to wield it. The value of power and the value of a person without power. I think some of these conversations could easily have both of them staying up at night. The stars know that both of them need to go to therapy sdfLKSDJFSLDKGJSDLG. But I think it would be largely civil and productive, with once in a while one of them getting bent out of shape when a particularly sensitive topic is tread, but I think it could make both of them really grow to respect each other. Earlier I said Riddle would be to Azul what Ace is to Riddle, and what I meant is, RIddle is actually really good at reflecting on himself and how he operates (ie the Anthology scene again) I can see him recognizing Azul falling into bad patterns, and going "Oh. He's repeating mistakes... Ace has helped me stop, I wonder if I can do the same thing for him." I can see this potentially helping Azul. Maybe Azul hates it or mocks Riddle for it, maybe it doesn't work as well for Azul as Ace does for Riddle. After all, Azul isn't' Riddle, and I can see both of them easily falling into the trap of thinking that whatever they perceive as being good for their own personal growth as being good for the other. I can also see Azul struggling with Jealousy directed towards Riddle for the peace he's found after such a humiliating ordeal. Azul is only the third overblot, the only people he has to compare to are Leona, whom I'm sure he respects, but Leona is Leona and not exactly somebody who cares about upholding a golden reputation, and Riddle. And honestly? So far out of all the overblots I've seen, Riddle came out having done the most amount of growing as a character. I can see Azul struggling to understand how Riddle is happy even though he faced something so humiliating, so crippling, something that probably the whole school knows about. I want to clarify that I don't think Azul is evil or anything ^^;; I just think him and Riddle came from vastly different places. Riddle's control stems from a desire to be loved, to be whole, its going "Look ma! am i doing it right? Do you love me now?" While Azul's control stems also from a desire to be loved, but warped into a desire to be feared. It comes from bitterness and pain, going "fine, if you don't love me, I won't give you the choice." Riddle was alone. And Azul had friends. Its a very strange mix of circumstances being similar and yet totally different. I think Riddle would become somebody who Azul would realize he didn't want to lose, and it would scare him. Riddle has his respect of course! He's a fine fellow student, a talented magician. All these things make sense. But I think it would sneak up on him that Riddle actually cared about Azul. Azul. Not the Contractor Azul. Not the Owner of the Mostro Lounge Azul. Azul himself. And I think he'd probably find some way to rationalize it down into his brain to be in the same place where he rationalizes the Tweels as just being 'employees'. But some part of him would know. Meanwhile Riddle would probably be vibing SDLFKJSDLKGJSDG he has his card soldiers, he has his men, he knows what mutual trust and care is like, he knows this, and he's not ashamed of it. I do think he'd be really irritated when he realized tho that he genuinely cared about Azul as a friend. There'd be some sort of exasperated annoyance like "Of all the people I had to grow worries over it just had to be someone like you?" In his head he's thinking of it as Ace 2.0 DLFKJSDLJSGD They have simultaneously the most likely, and the most unlikely friendship :)

Hi! Do you have any TWST friendship headcanons about the dormheads? They are definetely a chaotic friend group!

Also love your art! It's so pretty!!

OH ABSOLUTELY. First of all, Thank you so much!! THat makes me so happy to hear ;;v;; ONTO SHENANIGANS: A LOT if not pretty much all of this falls into non-canon-compliant territory, and I'm only partway through Book 5 so I could either totally guess soimething or completely mess something up, but here are my braincells

Vil and Leona: I LOVE these two. I think they have some of the most fantastic worstie to bestie potential. And in a weird way??? I think Vil is the kind of person Leona needs? Like, Vil can be a little too harsh, and in my personal opinion too much of a perfectionist (Not for the character tho, just if he was a real person xD As a character trait its 10/10 good writing) but the fact that he refuses to stop seeing the potential in Leona??? Thats something that I really think Leona NEEDS. People who are like "What are you talking about? You have the possibility to be so much if you just tried." Like that last part is harsh yeah, but I think Vil really has this... he has this Rook-like ability to believe in the potential of other people in a way that isn't actually as cynical as it comes across. If he learned to work more with Leona than against him, I actually think the two of them would have such a strong power duo potential.

Leona needs to see Vil for the Roses rather than the Thorns. He needs to see more of what Vil is SAYING, where he's coming from rather than just the words themselves. I think if Leona really comprehended how much Vil believed in him, like, ACTUALLY believed in him, i think he would be genuinely moved, genuinely shook and full of wonder that somebody saw so much potential in him, as so much more than being a failure or a freak.

However I think if they actually became friends Epel might have to take a week off for mourning because he could no longer go to Leona to escape the wrath of Vil xD

Idia and Malleus: Okay so starsending started me on this one, I think they would actually really vibe. Idia is an introverted Loner, he has a hard time with high energy people who make a lot of noise. Mallues CAN be a lot, but honestly he tends to... not be. Its more like the A Lot follows him. ei when he interacts with Yuu and essentially just ends up being a nerd. The specific image i've had in my head, is i feel like Idia could play animal crossing with Malleus watching him, and the two of them could vibe for H O U R S. Malleus would make the occasional comment or go on the occasional tangent, but he seems less like he needs people to engage with him sometimes, and sometimes just like he needs people to listen. And Idia isn't actually that bad at engaging with people!! He's got internet friends (lilia lol) which means he does know something about sustaining relationships and talking to people I also think that Malleus would probably find Idia's way of talking fascinating SLDFKJSDLGJSLDJG. As long as he wasn't mocked for not understanding, he'd probably find it downright interesting to listen to Idia explain internet memes from 2010 and talk about the history of Loss. I also think that Idia could really be a safe and quiet spot for malleus when things are hard. I feel like part of Malleus's frustrations, and why we see him run away from Sebek and Silver, despite both of them being family he obviously loves, is that, with the exception of Lilia, Both of them make a BIG DEAL out of things. Silver tends to be quieter and less explosive, but they both do. Sometimes I think Malleus just wants to be alone to process, or not be pestered or questioned. I think Idia could potentially be that safe and quiet spot where he's ready to listen, but not necessarily interested in making a big deal about it. If they became better friends he might not even ask, just offer quiet empathy.

Kalim and Leona: -Spoilers for Leona's Union bday card, since it hasn't released in English yet- OH BOY.... THESE TWO. First of all!!! ANother relationship that I think could do a lot of good for Leona??? Kalim doesn't really need him for anything, but he's a well of low expectation positivity, somebody who I can see dragging Leona out to do things, or even just, once in a while so honestly state the worth he sees in Leona that it causes Leona to stutter and pause. Like, Leona's union bday card mentioning that he'd have Kalim with him on a deserted Island cause people would come ot rescue Kalim....... O U CH??????? There's a running Narrative that Kalim doesn't really see the value in himself, and this would be another person (like Azul) who would contradict that. Leona sees a more cynical version of his value, but its still value all the same. And Leona likes to gripe and groan, but he's adopted like, half the characters who are younger than him, I don't think he's immune to Kalim Al-Asim at ALL. It doesn't help that Leona is already a Tsunderely doting uncle, I can see Kalim triggering the Uncle-Instincts in him sometimes... or a lot. The loud and upbeat disposition Similar to Cheka's wouldn't help. Specifically, because I've thought about these two being friends before, I've always loved this idea of a post book 4 sequence where Kalim like, kind wanders into the greenhouse to find somewhere to cry privately, but he runs into leona napping. Leona doesn't really want to deal with Kalim, so while he's blubbering through his explanation he's just like "Fine you can chill here as long as you're quiet" Kalim accepts... but Leona has beastman hearing, so even what might be considered reasonably quiet is loud to him, and he eventually caves and asks whats up. Just to get Kalim to shut up eventually. I think maybe I had a conclusion or an idea for what advice leona would give kalim, but I don't remember it at the moment, but yeah just. Them :) I think their dynamic could be really interesting.

Malleus and Leona: So ya'll who saw my whumptobers already know I have some bad braincells for these two clowns. I think they are jealous of each other, because they think the other has what they want, they think that they see the other squandering the gifts they've been given, being fools and idiots who don't appreciate what they have. Leona craves being accepted, having the crown, having the power to fix what he sees that is wrong, to actually have and impact in people's lives, to matter and to fit in. Malleus craves normality, he craves to be one of the masses, just another man among many, he doesn't wish for power, and he cares little for the catastrophic effect he can have on other people, he just wants to be invited. He just wants to be included. Leona sees Malleus as having the power to do what matters. Malleus sees Leona as having the gift of Normality and camaraderie. Ultimately they're both miserable where they're at (though not entirely. Leona loves his squad, Malleus loves his family, both of them have things they'd never dare give up.) and they think if they just had what the other had, they would achieve the things they deserve and desire. I think both of them would have to sort through a LOT of emotions if it ever clicked for them just how similar they are. They're of course seeing each other through rose colored glasses. Leona is not an everyman, he's feared by his own family, Malleus is not all powerful, he cannot stop the tick of death. Leona is persecuted for being "less than" his brother, Malleus is held so far above everybody else he can't be reached. This would take some time for both of them to process, but I think once they did there would be a chance for them to become good allies, and potentially even really good friends. THose are my main braincells!! I honestly think that making any of the dorm leaders interact is fantastic food for thought and relationship building. I would love to think over what it'd be like to grow a friendship between Azul and Riddle, or Vil and Malleus. Leona and Azul would be INCREDIBLE and fascinating!!! Like man, there's so much to work with in TWST. I realized this might be a little to the left of your question ^^;; Haha, If you were asking about more like, I guess lighearted headcanons, I'm not sure I have any yet!! But I'm sure with time I totally could :) Writing or playing with TWST characters intimidated me for a bit there, since the quality of the writing of the game was SO GOOD I felt there was no way I could do it justice. Now I feel a lot less intimidated, so i feel like I'm more likely to dig my hands into shenanigans and thoughts.

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Hi! I know the story behind your other name, merakiui, but can you give the backstory for 224terminal? I know it's an airport, but the number? Just curious, hehehe... And I'm also excited for your yandere ocs! :D

thank you for your excitement!!!! :D

as for the name, 224 means 2day (today), 2morrow (tomorrow), and 4ever (forever). terminal is an airport, but it’s a word with many meanings. it can also mean “situated at the end or extremity of something” or “predicted to lead to death.” hence the tagline “the bittersweet end.”

so essentially my username has two meanings!

224terminal -> a today, tomorrow, and forever with an ending.

224 terminal -> an airport in which there are many todays, tomorrows, and forevers passing through every gate.

i like airports because you can meet all sorts of interesting and fun people in them, and most of those meetings can be fleeting. so for a blog in which you will meet many characters, each one different from the last, it can feel like that of a bustling airport! although for aesthetic purposes, i like to imagine this airport is desolate and not many pass through and everything is overgrown with flowers and weeds and the skylight is shattered, but the terminal still welcomes all who wish to visit. almost like a destined or fated meeting!

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