#disney twisted wonerland x reader

[underqualified-human]

Kalim is the type of boyfriend to say "This reminded me of you!" and then hand you an expensive piece of jewellery

Idia is the type of boyfriend to send you a text saying "This reminded me of you." and then send you the most surreal meme you've ever seen in your life at 1am.

[valeriele3]

Have another TWST and Enstars crossover (kinda)

Dorm Leaders + Jamil

Your friends remind you of another friend from back home

Riddle:

“Hey Riddle, I just noticed..You look a lot like a friend from back home”

“I do..?”

“Mhm! His name is Tsukasa Suou! He looks almost exactly like you! Except his eyes are a different color and he doesn’t have your uh heart ahoge”

“I see..Tell me, is he a follower of rules?”

“Uhm..I guess? I mean he is a knight so..”

Leona:

“Y’know..You forcing me to let you sleep on my lap reminds me of someone dear to me back in my world..”

“…”

“You remind me a lot of Ritsu. He’s very veryyy dear to me..He would basically sleep 24/7 and whenever he saw me he would force me to sleep and cuddle with him. If not that then he’ll use me as a pillow”

“Huh? H-Hey Leona where’re you going??”

Leona leaving you because he’s jealous about this Ritsu and it put him in a bad mood(Leona’s annoyed lol)

Azul:

“Sigh..You and Ibara would get along nicely”

“Who?”

“A businessman who also likes to suck up to people”

Kalim:

“Hey Kalim, thank you..”

“Hm? For what?”

“For making me feel at home..You too Jamil”

“Eh?” (He was secretly hiding in the shadows)

“Oh! Jamil! You were here the whole time?!”

“..No comment on that”

“Anyways, what’d you mean “thank you?””

“You guys just remind me a lot of two of my friends back home..”

“Their names are Subaru Akehoshi and Hokuto Hidaka”

“Kalim’s energy and personality is just like Subaru and Jamil’s demeanor reminds me of Hokuto”

“Especially because of how you always take care of Kalim..It’s just like how Hokuto keeps Subaru in check..Well, as best as he can at least since Subaru can just somehow rope you into his problems—”

Vil:

“Sigh..I get it..! Please stop nagging me so much Vil”

“Hah? Nagging you? I’m just telling you to take better care of yourself”

“I swear it’s like Izumi came here with me..Sigh..”

“And who is this Izumi you speak of?”

“A friend although he feels more like a mom for always nagging me to take better care of myself..Or more specifically my skin”

“Now that I think about it, you guys would get along so well because of your obsession with looking good or somethin’..”

“Seems like a person who understands the importance of beauty. And, fix your way of speaking! It’s ‘something’ not ‘somethin’.

“It looks like Epel has been influencing you in a bad way. You aren’t allowed to see him anymore”

“Wha— Hey! You can’t do that!”

“I’m afraid I can darling”

Idia:

“Idia~ Come..Hang..Outtt with me..!” (You’re trying to drag him out of his room)

[Insert Panicked scream] “No! I don’t wanna..!”

“Staying inside 24/7 is bad for you! You need to get under the sun at least once in a while..!” (Don’t worry Idia I’m like that irl)

[Insert a picture of you trying to drag Idia out and him desperately hanging onto his bed]

“Oh!” [Accidentally drops Idia on the ground]

“If you don’t want to go outside that bad then..How about this? You can just use the vents to travel from place to place!”

“Huh..? W-What gave you that crazy idea..”

“Hm? Don’t worry it’s probably safe! A close friend of mine likes to travel around the place using the vents!”

“He even uses the vents in my room to spy on me every night” You wholeheartedly smile and laugh at the thought like it isn’t weird at all

‘What the heckkkk..That’s a different kind of weird..! That’s straight up creepy’ Idia is going a thousand miles a minute inside his mind right now

“C’mon..! You can be like Mayoi!”

“Is that what that creeps name is..?” Idia whispers to himself but you still heard it

“HAH?! DID YOU JUST CALL MAYOI A CREEP?! 💢💢”

[Insert Idia’s scream again] “N-NO! I DIDNT..!”

“Good” :))

“Now let’s go! Let us brave through this storm called life!”

Malleus:

“Heheh..I have a feeling you’ll get along well with a friend of mine back home Tsunotaro!”

“Oh?”

“I’m sure Nagisa would love to talk to you someday..! Maybe when I get back home I’ll introduce you to him”

“I see. Well if the child of man says so then I mustn’t refuse”

Malleus is thinking that maybe if he gains Nagisa’s favor Nagisa will allow you to date him. After all it’s good to have points from your close ones right? And if you mentioned this Nagisa then surely that person is close to you

Sorry about the other’s parts like Azul and Idia I couldn’t really think what to write for their part

[perpetually-simping]

IVE BEEN READING THIS (while i was supposed to be asleep...) AND DAMN ITS SO GOOD!! ITS WRITTEN SO WELL AND THE MC IS SO FUNNY DHDJKDIDHD

Monster Mayhem: Donkeys & Dragons

Gender Neutral Reader x Malleus Draconia Word Count: 3.0k

Summary: In which your friends are idiots who think gallivanting around a haunted castle surrounded by lava is a great idea. And then there's a dragon.

ie. Or, I watched Shrek this afternoon and could not stop thinking about the memes of the Prefect being Donkey and Malleus as the Dragon.

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4] [EPILOGUE]

‘Treasure beyond your wildest dreams!’ Ace said.

‘Knowledge long since lost to time!’ Deuce corrected.

‘Yeah, okay, but what is it,’ you asked.

And neither of them had an answer.

Abandoned castles suspended over a sea of bubbling lava were not your preferred holiday destination. You’d told Ace this several times. You’d begged, pleaded, to please just be normal for once. But noooo. Both the snarky, ginger, bastard and the other half of his singular brain cell had apparently decided that suicide ala boiling rocks sounded like a perfectly lovely plan for your Saturday evening.

“I’m just saying,” you huffed as the rope bridge swung worryingly beneath your feet, “taverns are a thing. Faires. Market runs. Casual side quests that won’t wind up with us being flambeed alive.”

“But there’s treasure!” Ace complained, the muddled light off the lava below illuminating his pout in a way that made it look especially punchable. “I heard there’s this really awesome magical sword! Or maybe it was a shield or something—”

“Or something,” you grit out. “What if it’s a book, huh? You can’t even read.”

“We can try!” Deuce returned, a spark of that familiar determination zipping through his blue eyes.

“Or we can sell it,” Ace said, which was certainly the more likely option of the two.

One of the rickety, wooden, slats cracked beneath the low heel of your boot and tumbled down into the lava below. Maybe it hit the gurgling pool of death with a hiss, or a whump, or some other cool sound. But all you could hear was the ringing in your ears.

“Oh my god. I’m going to die.”

“I mean, maybe,” Ace shrugged. “But at least you’ll have a cool new sword propped up at your grave or something.”

You managed to make it all the way to the other side of the horrible death bridge without plummeting to your doom. Except now you were standing at the foot an equally horrifying castle. It was massive—grand on a scale that seemed entirely impossible for something constructed in the heart of a volcano. Its dozens of ebony spires clawed at the sky. The walls crawled with grey ivy and thickets of thorns so dense that you couldn’t see even the barest hint of brick beneath. It looked evil in the way that cursed tombs felt evil—eternal, and still, and oppressive. Like a creature in its own right rather than just an agglomeration of black stone.

Ace drew his sword and Deuce readied his axe. You sighed and plucked at the strings of your stupid fucking lute, and wished once more that you’d had the foresight all those moons ago to take the cushy internship position Lord Crewel had tried to offer you. But, no. You’d wanted to be an adventurer.

The massive double doors of the entrance swung open with an eerie groan. A pair of stern looking gargoyles stood guard as the three of you cautiously made your way into the castle. You swore you could feel their eyes following you—that you’d seen them flex jagged claws into their stone perches in an aborted attempt to dive after you.

The inside of the looming fortress was no more welcoming than out. Dark, emerald, stained glass windows lined the walls—smothering any of the warmer light from the volcano and tinting the entire hall a sickly green-grey. The stone floors and walls were elaborately carved with the faded stories of dynasties long since passed, but what had once surely been immaculate craftsmanship had shifted and cracked with age—crushing floors into tight slopes and littering already narrow walkways with heavy debris.

“We just have to find the tallest tower,” Ace hummed, swiping at a few dangling trails of thorns with the blunted edge of his blade. “And then the highest room in that.”

“The treasure is never in the highest room in the tallest tower,” you complained. “You just heard that in a drinking song once.”

“Is that true?” Deuce frowned, looking terribly betrayed.

“No way!” Ace snipped. “I told you! An old crone read my fortune in her bone dice, and she said to always check the highest room in the tallest tower! Because that’s where I’d find my greatest treasure!”

“Maybe the greatest treasure is the friends we’ve made along the way?” Deuce suggested helpfully.

“No.”

So you split off from a grouchy Ace and dejected Deuce to try and find some stairs. Every room in this stupid castle was swimming in so many shadows that you could hardly tell right from left, let alone if there were any kinds of secret doors or passageways that may lead to an equally secret tower. The chamber you’d found yourself in now was gigantic, and each tentative step you took echoed discordantly through the ashy gloom. You kicked miserably at a loose rock and it skittered off into the darkness with a dull thunk. And then something… odd, began to happen. That darkness began to move—to rise and unfurl like a great set of wings on a beast. And—oh. Oh no.

“Would you look at that,” Ace whistled under his breath, neck craned all the way back as he squinted at what was most definitely the tallest of all the towers this creepy castle had to offer. “Guess what, nonbelievers. I found the—”

“DRAGON!”

Whoosh went the great swathe of emerald fire as it exploded down the barren hallway and nipped at your heels. You dove out into the open courtyard just in time to avoid being roasted alive, and the gargantuan monster behind you let out a roar fit to shake the earth. A quick tuck-and-roll left you crouched behind a fallen pillar, and the dragon’s bright, green, glower turned on you and your garbage hiding spot with a rumbling snarl. Its rows of sharp, white, teeth closing just above your head—missing its mark by barely a hair’s width.

“Gotcha!” Deuce snarled, his armored fists dragging the dragon away by its tail. Or, well, tried to. Because the dragon was a hundred feet long at least, and your blue haired friend probably looked like nothing more than a pesky rat darting between its feet. It turned and snapped at him irritably, taking a great, big, step forward in a bid to get a firmer stance to attack. You threw yourself in the other direction to avoid being trampled.

“Go!” Ace called, charging in from the other side. “Quick!”

Because at the end of the day, they were still both your brave, tanky, warrior, friends. And you were just a very, very, squishy bard who really would not fare well against a particularly motivated goose, let alone a dragon. So you skidded through the rubble and onto your feet, and started to sprint back into the castle’s halls—hoping maybe you’d be able to find a bit more cover.

There was a great clatter, and both Ace and Deuce yelped. You looked back hurriedly to see the pair of them clutching onto the dragon’s tail for dear life as it whipped them back and forth through the ash and debris cluttering the ground. With one, final, great, sweep, the dragon pitched them into the air and sent them careening through the roof of that ‘tallest tower.’ You muttered a hasty incantation and the sparkling outlines of soft feathers danced along your fingers. You hoped you weren’t too far. You were probably too goddamn far. But you hummed frantically under your breath nonetheless and entreated your middling magic to give them a soft landing.

And then there was another wave of green hellfire raining down over your head and you turned and ran.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—

Even if you’d been a champion sprinter, there was little good it would have done you against a beast whose stride was longer than you were tall. You made it back into some hall or other, and into another cavernous room, and then you were pinned into a corner—the dragon looming over you like a vengeful wraith come to take its due.

It was gigantic. Probably the biggest creature you’d ever seen. And it was sleek—all lithe muscle and glossy rows of black scales that glittered oddly in the dull, grey, light. Its wings spread wide behind it, spanning the entirety of the vast chamber. They looked like the sort of wings that could stir up a hurricane. The curling horns atop its head seemed sharp enough to gore a man or twenty, and the purple crests lining its skull were tapered down flat in a way that reminded you a bit deliriously of a pissy cat pinning its ears back before it swatted at you.

Its lips curled back over pointed canines as it snarled at you, and you were showered in a swathe of hot sparks.

“Oh, what large teeth you have,” you squeaked, and when the dragon dipped closer to bellow into your face, your reeled back with a splutter. “I—I mean white, sparkling, teeth!” you rattled, nearly incoherent. The dragon’s snout twitched away, almost like you’d startled it. “I mean, I’m sure you hear this all the time from your food, but—wow! Just! Very lovely! Definitely the prettiest smile I’ll ever be eaten by!”

Slowly it lowered its great head, and you could see the neon glare from its narrowed eyes.

“Not that you have to eat me,” you added hurriedly, hoping to whatever Gods could hear you that your smart mouth could finally be useful for more than just talking circles around assholes in bars or weaseling your friends out of shitty contracts. “I’d very much like not to be eaten. But all the same, we did intrude in your home—and it’s definitely a very nice home—so I’d totally get it. And I guess if I did have to die today, knowing that my life would be in the hands of something so magnificent is certainly reassuring.”

The dragon seemed to preen a bit at that. You could see the sharp crests beneath its horns soften as tension bled from the beast’s posture. It ducked in close again, and this time you felt a sharp pull of air rush past your cheeks as it sniffed you. Its nostrils were the size your head—bigger even, maybe. You didn’t want to think about it, but the dry heat of its breath puffing into your face made the entire thing a bit hard to ignore.  

“Did I mention what a charming home you have?” you rambled on. “Very aesthetic. The gargoyles at the gate were a lovely touch.”

The dragon made a low, warbling, noise in its throat that wasn’t quite a growl, but wasn’t particularly… reassuring, either. It made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

It ducked away—not far, just enough to reach one of the large, carved, walls at the outskirts of the room. Its long neck slithered out before pausing pointedly over an archway. It took you a long moment to realize it was gesturing to something. Another gargoyle from the looks of things—this one almost entirely crumbled away under the strains of time. You could just barely make out the shape of its square jaw and taloned fingers.

You nodded so hard you nearly gave yourself whiplash.

“Yes! I see! Very beautiful! Such fine craftsmanship!”

The dragon cooed at you. Swear on your life and all the money in your back packet. An actual, honest to God, coo. Fuck, maybe you’d managed to charm your way out of imminent dismemberment and death after all.

It ambled closer once again, a curiosity lighting its eyes and warming those neon irises into something that was less poisonous-hell-fire and more mellow-evening-in-the-forest.

Amidst all the rippling waves of ebony scales, your eyes caught on the smallest smear of crimson. Just a touch of red—right along the spikes of its tail. Carefully, cautiously, slower than molasses, you stepped forward with your hands raised. You whispered a handful of familiar words under your breath and your palms glowed fuzzy and blue. Dragons were supposed to be inherently magical, right? So this one would certainly understand that the string of syllables you’d babbled out were good, and helpful, and not at all a provocation. The dragon was looking down at you with lidded eyes, its gaze a bit unfocused. You gulped.

“I’m sorry my friends messed with your tail,” you apologized, gingerly holding your fingers out to hover over the abrasions without actually touching. “They were just trying to protect me. If—if that makes it any better.” The minuscule wound began to knit itself back together neatly beneath the pulses of your magic. “I do tend to need a lot of protecting—I’m not much a warrior, if that wasn’t completely obvious by the everything about me—so I can’t really blame them for being a bit gung-ho about it.”

After a moment or two, the scratches had faded back into solid, matte, black and you drew back with a content hum.

“There! All fixed!” You gave your most winning smile. Please don’t eat me, your brain chanted on endless repeat. Please don’t eat me please don’t eat me please don’t eat me—

The dragon reared back and settled on its haunches with another heavy puff of sweltering breath. You could feel the heat of it prickling all the way up your arms. After a long, long, moment of silent consideration, the dragon leaned forward again and rumbled deep in its chest. When you only stood there, properly petrified, it huffed again and bumped its nose against your sternum, nearly toppling you over.

“I don’t—” you started, nervous. “I’m sorry. I don’t really get what you’re trying to say.”

With another sigh that sounded entirely too put upon, the dragon lowered its great head. The air itself seemed to grow heavy against your shoulders, and you could taste the cloying bitterness of strong magics on the back of your tongue. Black miasma oozed from beneath the dragon’s talons and melted along its scales. The caustic scent of ash and petrichor burned along your nostrils, and you had to pinch your eyes shut and cover your nose to keep from coughing. You managed to sneak a peek past your fingers just in time to watch the shadowed outline of the beast collapse. And out of that puddle of black goo emerged a man­. He was tall and lithe, just as the dragon had been, with glowing green eyes that were terribly familiar. They were framed with thick, dark, lashes and sat perfectly on a face that was nearly too handsome to be human (well, it really wasn’t human you supposed, so that little tidbit probably accounted for said inhuman beauty well enough). Recognizable eyes and stature or no, the curling horns atop his head would have sealed the deal plenty well enough on their own.

He shook off the shadows twining around his ankles with a lazy twist of the hand and then turned to you with a curious little hum.

And holy fuck Mister Dragon apparently had no sense of shame, or maybe just no qualms about social niceties and practicalities, because his human self was wearing about just as many clothes as his lizard form had been.

You squeezed your eyes shut with a squeak, and then double covered them with your hands for good measure.

A chuckle rolled through the air—as dark and pleasantly rich as the finest of chocolates. And then there was a clawed finger beneath your chin, tilting your head back, and back, and back until you were at least half-way sure it would probably be safe to open your eyes again without infringing on his decency.

“You are fascinating, Child of Man,” it—he—hummed, low in his throat. His thumb dragged down to hook beneath the curve of your jaw and support the finger tucked up under your chin. “And it’s been so, very, long since I’ve been fascinated by anything.”

“Uh,” you replied, like a perfectly functional human being.

The dragon’s lips curled up over his pointed teeth—still just as sharp and white as they had been when he’d been so much bigger and scalier.

“I think I’d like to keep you,” he said with a nod to himself, as casually as one may talk about picking up extra groceries from the market.

“Uh,” you said again.

“You did mention that you needed protecting,” he continued, tapping a clawed finger against his own chin. The small smile quirking his lips twisted into something smug. “And that is certainly something at which I would excel.”

Your head was swimming.

“I—I mean. I’m honored that you—that… you—” You couldn’t even think the words, let alone get them past your brain and out of your mouth. You cleared your throat and fought to keep your eyes level with his clavicle and nowhere else. “D-Don’t you think you’re moving a bit fast?” you laughed nervously. “I mean, I’m sure my friends will probably be on their way back down soon—and—I mean, we haven’t even introduced ourselves yet. I don’t even know your name.”

He blinked, slow and serpentine.

“Oh. I suppose you wouldn’t.” He canted his head to the side, long strands of that inky black hair of his spilling across his shoulder. An amused sort of grin worked its way along his mouth. “Dragons are not keen to give out our true names so readily, but you seem like a clever one. Tell me—what do you think I’m called then, hmm?”

You glanced up quickly at the horns atop his head and couldn’t help yourself.

“Tsunotarou?”

He let out a bark of laughter that seemed to shake the walls.

“Oh,” he trilled, looking positively delighted. The hand not curled beneath your chin reached down to snag your own, and he brought your wrist up to his lips. You could feel the imprints of his canines against the soft skin there. “I’ll definitely be keeping you.”

[ravenlking]

𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 once upon a dream, a prince fell in love with a prefect

gender-neutral warnings: none genre: fluff a/n: - the leona brain rot is contagious guys, watch me simp over him all over again - the banner belongs to me, but the pictures are from the official manga! please do not steal! - please give me feedback :)

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Leona's ears flicked around idly along with his tail snaking up your leg to wrap around your ankle. You only smiled before placing a kiss on the crown of his forehead, igniting a smile to crawl onto his face. The botanical garden was a myriad of colors and scents, sweet from lavenders, sour from the unknown fauna native only to Twisted Wonderland.

"Oi, herbivore," Leona called out, interrupting your train of thought.

"Mhmm?"

"You write poetry right?" He smirked, his lips curved into a shape that felt oh-so-familiar on his face. You nodded, confused.

"Well then, serenade me."

You scoffed before rolling your eyes.

"It's not that easy, kitty cat." You flicked his forehead. Leona rolled his eyes.

"Don't believe ya," He sat up, changing his position to rest his head in the crook of your collarbone. He nuzzled himself, breathing in your scent as you laughed. His wild hair was ticklish. "Come on then. Be inspired by me."

You hummed, a quick idea bursting into your mind as you opened your mouth to speak.

"love you even if i have all the love in the world over the moon and beneath the stars never going to give you away after all this time and always

be my king, be my scholar, be my prince, be my everything and in between."

You trailed off awkwardly, a blush flaming your cheeks as you looked away unable to look at your lover in the eye. A wet kiss placed onto your sensitive skin made you jump slightly before facing Leona. To your absolute shock and delight, a tiny, miniscule blush could be seen on his tanned skin and maroon brushed across his face.

"I knew you could do it," Leona held your chin firmly before pressing a kiss on your lips. "But you'd choose me? Over anything?"

You nodded before kissing him again, eyes shut.

"Leona Kingscholar," You smiled. "I wouldn't even think twice."

Leona laughed, his handsome face beaming like the sun with all his love for you. "Then you're mine, herbivore. And don't you think of ever getting away."

[twstmemories]

A little silly but could I request how Jamil, Riddle, and Leona would react if their crush suddenly "kabe-don'd" them?

-- ! (the part before the // was pre-written before my break) not silly at all! if anything i find these requests quite cute because i can just push my: "every twst boy is soft for you" agenda in the illusion of them being so confused by your actions ☆⌒(≧▽​° ) // i'll be once again incredibly busy starting monday and can only have a true break when easter comes around. i'm still also taking a break from writing both because of my schedule and for own my wellbeing. but this was particular post was already done and in the drafts for weeks. and although not proofread or edited again, it was something i rememeber looking forward to posting! i don't know when a next update will come, but i do hope you all enjoy this!

✧ Jamil Viper, Riddle Rosehearts & Leona Kingscholar getting kabe-don'd by their crush [Headcanons & drabbles]

✧ gn!reader

He's incredibly confused, but will nonetheless keep his usual stoic and neutral face and hope that his cheeks aren't red. Will try to keep his heartbeat in check and hoping that you don't have some sort of enhanced hearing to hear it thundering whereas the expression you're met with is a confused raise of an eyebrow: "Is there something the matter, [Name]?"

And you will continue to stare at him for a few seconds, making Jamil think he did something to offend you. But before that thought can spiral you're suddenly raising your whole body to be right in front of his face, your lips just a few centimeters apart. But before you can utter a word, and much to his own surprise, Jamil quite literally slams his head on the wall behind him. The loud sound startling you both and you jump away from him in surprise. Σ(°ロ°)

Jamil doesn't know if he should be saddened for the sudden distance or not. At least his racing heart can get a break from suddenly seeing you in front of him. If he didn't slam the back of his head onto the wall, he's half sure he would've just given in to his instincts to see how you would react if he kissed you right then and there.

"J-Jamil?! Are you okay, does your head hurt?" and it does hurt, it hurts like hell but god at least that gave Jamil the wake-up call he needed to question why in the world you suddenly cornered him towards a wall in the middle of the corridor. (￢ ￢)

Jamil tried to calm you to no avail, after you had jumped away from him, he had promptly slid down the wall and buried his face into his thighs as a way to stop the embarassment from eating him alive, but you mistook it for him getting dizzy from the impact and thus dragged the boy towards the infirmary against his will. Not that he could deny you though-

"Hah? Leona-senpai and Kalim told you to do this?" Jamil is baffled, almost whipping his head around to face you but you only pressed the ice pack closer to the bump on his head, telling him to stop moving: "Not like how you think, geez! You're acting like I didn't approach you out of my own volition" you said with a sigh, muttering that you also did corner him against his will so why is he not mad at you?

"Kalim just mentioned that you had the tendency to look like you always wanted to ask me something, and happened to see me eating with Leona-senpai at the cafeteria and told me about it. Upon hearing it, Leona-senpai just told me to suck up whatever curiosity I had and ask you personally," you mumbled: "I didn't think that me cornerning you would result in you hurting yourself though."

And while he should be grateful or perhaps even happy that the person he likes is caring for him like this, he rather wish it wasn't because of something idiotic as him slamming his head on the wall out of sheer surprise. Not wanting to risk ruining anything, he just lets out a sigh and tilts his head upwards to look at you: "I'm sorry for worrying you. I just wondered if you wanted to partner up for the next project we're having?" he asks, and you blink before laughing: "That's all you wanted to ask, silly?" and maybe he should thank Leona for letting him have this small moment with you.

Kalim however, could feel a shiver run down his spine the moment Jamil came back to the dormitory.

Unlike Jamil, cannot hide the immediate reddening of his cheeks upon being in such a close proximity to you. Hugging the wall himself to try create some sort of distance away from you, but his heartbeat and racing and cheeks getting darker when he can even smell whatever perfume or cologne you put on for the day. Stumbling over his words as he tries, and fails to ask you what you want: "I- Close. Do you need- What are you doing?!" he manages to squeak out in the end. ╮(￣ω￣;)╭

You continue to stare at him, face only inching closer while Riddle's own face progressively gets redder. It's not before the book he is holding suddenly comes in between the two of you that you blink in confusion, staring at the redhead before you who only looks to the side: "You're too close," he murmurs: "If you wanted to ask me something there should be other plausible situations and... positions to ask your question rather than what you're currently doing," he's surprised he even managed to say that without stuttering.

And that's when you let out a laugh, resting your head on his shoulder which, mind you is NOT helping Riddle's thundering heartbeat at all. He's pretty sure he's about to pass out, watching you from the side and seeing your eyes scrunched up and he lets out a sigh, knowing how you are the teasing kind, although on a much softer scale than Floyd: "[Name], did you have anything you wanted to discuss with me?" he murmurs again.

And that's when you release him from your hold, and Riddle feels like he can breathe now that his own senses aren't surrounded by you. A hand on his chest as he takes a deep breath, he glances over at you before cocking his head to the side in confusion. You only smile softly at him: "I didn't think you would get that flustered, I guess Floyd was right about that," and Riddle suddenly wants to beat a certain merman to the ground. ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

"Riddle, I'm sorry! Don't be mad, I didn't mean to make it look like I was teasing you!" you whine, trying to catch up to the speedy boy ahead of you whose ears are almost as red as his hair at this point. Rather than beating up Floyd he wants the ground to swallow him whole. Did you know about his crush on you? You didn't seem to be aware with how you're currently pleading him to slow down.

At any point wouldn't this all be Floyd's fault? That bastard is too perceptive for his own good when he wants to be. Why couldn't he just stay uninterested at this particular detail of all things? He's already mocking me daily because of my height anyway, why this too now? Because he doesn't want to curse someone out in front of you, Riddle has settled on cursing out Floyd in his mind. Taking, once again a deep breath before turning to face you, an apologetic smile already painting his lips upon seeing the dejected look on you.

Oh god this crush of his was going out of control.

"I'm sorry, I'm not mad at you, but do you mind telling me your thoughts process as to why you thought cornering me to a wall was a good idea?" he asked, seeing you not make eye contact with him when he asked: "[Name]?"

"Floyd mentioned that you were stressed lately, and mentioned that maybe it would be a nice idea to corner you at least for a few minutes to let your mind be on something else other than what was stressing you out, so he suggested I do that on the promise that you wouldn't really chop my head off," you explained, Riddle blinking in confusion. How you were able to fall for such a simple trick he has no idea, but he is well aware of the laughing eel that can be heard from one of the vacant rooms nearby.

The one who would be the most amused of the situation. He likes you, yes but that doesn't mean he's suddenly going to stop functioning when you're in close proximity. No rather, he's thankful that you're brave enough to corner him like, maybe this way he can find out if you bear some feelings for him as well? (¬‿¬ )

He's staring down at you with a smirk and a quirked eyebrow, almost chuckling on how he can practically sense the fear. But you still cornered him and your arms are at the opposite sides of his head even though he's able to either duck underneath or carry you easily away: "Oh? What's this, the kitten suddenly got fangs now?" he will ask, a teasing tone to his voice and your pout only worsens.

But before you can utter a word, he's suddenly bending down, face dangerously close to your own that you let out a yelp, craning your neck a bit to create some distance, and yet your hands never left the wall: "... Or maybe not?" he questions again, this time chuckling lowly and you let out a groan in response.

"I swear to god how does Ruggie do this daily?" you murmur to yourself, but Leona can still hear you. But you take a deep breath before facing him again, the lion having made himself really comfortable against the wall: "The lab report-" and suddenly he's not listening anymore. Σ(￣。￣ﾉ)

"L-Leona! Put me down!" you shriek, alternating between grasping the vest of the lion with one hand and pounding his back with the other. The lion only yawns in response, hauling you further up his shoulder to scare you: "I humored you by letting you corner me for a good amount of time, it would only be fair that you repay me back, hmm?" he asks, and you only pound his back as a response, "For a good reason! Hauling someone over your shoulder before they could even finish their sentence is not the way to go if you wanted to ask me something!" you cry.

The lion ignores you, of course he ignores you. So you just grumble and cross your arms, debating whether or not to just risk an injury and wriggle yourself out. But before you can take action you're placed, quite softly you notice on a grassy ground, Leona plopping down besides you with a yawn.

Realizing that you've found yourself in the botanical garden, you let out a loud groan, upon to jump up to run off, but before you can two hands are caging you to the floor, mirroring a situation you had just previously done, but now the one locking you between their arms are Leona, and not you. He's staring down at you with a smirk, and you're staring up at him with a nervous smile: "Haha, fancy weather we have here, right Leona?" you mutter, avoiding eye contact.

The aforementioned lion only raises his eyebrow at you, once again leaning closer: "So, what was this about a lab report you say?" he asks, and you roll your eyes: "What is this about a lab report?" he asks. "You know, the lab report, that we! The two of us! Were supposed to give in! Today! And yet here we are, in the botanical garden and not in the alchemy lab, where Crewel is waiting!" you hiss at him, and the lion laughs at you: "You're certainly feisty today," he says, rolling over and stretching out, but before you can nag him again he's already pulling you down: "I already handed in the report before you had cornenered me, so relax for once, will ya? You've been running yourself ragged the past week."

You blink, trying to push yourself up to question him, but Leona just pushes you down again. Did Ruggie lie? He told you that Leona didn't hand it in which was why you ran all over the school trying to find him, and yet he had? You sigh, the exhausation catching up to you and before you can muster any strength to get up you find yourself dozing off. Feeling your body relaxing, Leona props himself up on his elbow and watches you as nap, the corner of his lips quirking up in a smile: "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

[yandere-wishes]

Twisted Wonderland// Yandere! Diasomnia//

I had a lot of help from my discord group for this. And please bear in mind this post may be edited once the game is out.  

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is a rather possessive type, yet he'll never acknowledge it to nither himself nor his beloved. Deeming his jarring acts as simply a gesture of true love.

Love, oh how he twists that word.

Love in the mind of the Diasomnia dorm master is a marvelous excuse to mitigate his questionable deeds towards his lover.

He'll keep you locked away in the highest room of his castle. Isolating the chamber with his magic. No one gets in or out but him. You are forced to waste large portions of your time in utter isolation, finding salvation in only the ancient books he'll bring you. Yet when he sees the toll this takes on you, Malleus will resort to even darker methods of keeping you compliant.

He'll slip ungodly sums of crushed diphenhydramine or triazolam pills into ever one of your meals. Bearing in mind just how long he needs you to remain in slumber. When he is around he'll make sure you're awake and alert. Perfectly set to keep him company.

"You look so bewitching when you're in slumber"

Once the dark fairy feels more at ease with you, he'll start to slip rather miniature doses of love drugs into either your beverages or food. At first, it would be concentrated doses of ecstasy after you have awoken. This would lead to you having a burst of energy and feeling ever so slightly needy. The two of you would chat, by the end of it, you'd be slightly more desperate not objecting to his small advances such as hugging or kissing.  Later however he'd begin giving you aphrodisiac. Despite your foggy mindset knowing better than to beg him to touch you. However, there are no objections when he starts to touch you and feel you all over.

"...But love, wake up I'm here now~"

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia is a rather interesting mix. He's delusional in the sense that he views his darling as his toy. A pretty little doll to do with as he pleases. In his mindset, you're an inanimate thing. Stunning and dazzling without thought nor emotion. He won't force you to love him, no he'll be happier the more you lack any form of feeling either positive or negative.

Still, you are his and this ancient being isn't fond of sharing his toys, especially if he is so obsessed with them. He'll marvel over your beauty day and night, expecting you to sit with a blank expression while he does so.

"Dolly why don't you come here..."

Lilia will dress you each morning in a stunning dress in shades of black and green. Fine accessories of a rosy pink to match his. After all, dolls should counterpart their masters, shouldn't they?

For his own sick and twisted desires, he'll make you wear a gorgeous collar with a chain leash. When he wants a kiss he'll wrap the chain around his hand and thug it towards him.

"....and give me a kiss"

Silver

Silver is a very relaxed yet delusional yandere. He utterly believes that his darling already loves him. They are already in a consensual relationship. Thus kidnapping them can simply be viewed as "moving in together". Of course, we'll go out of his way to make sure his lover is happy with their new life together. No matter how his beloved insists that they are not content with their current conditions, it'll only fall on deaf ears.

"What are you talking about darling? You can't be lonely"

There will be times when the drowsy male's "sleeping problems" will bestow on you the most ideal escape opportunities. Yet no matter how far you get, just as you're about to put a foot outside of the residence. A strong hand will wrap around your waist and drag you back inside. Silver always knows you don't know-how, he just does.

The lavender eyed boy is very reluctant to punish you. Unlike the other members of his dorm, he utterly loathes seeing you in any form of pain. He'll make such impractical excuses -for you or himself again it is unclear-. "where you sleepwalking? Don't worry love I do it all the time too". "Is there something you need out there? Did I forget to purchase something for you, tell me what it is and we'll go get it together, okay?"

"I'm the only person that you'll ever need"

No matter what you do Silver is just too in love with you and so convinced of the perfectly fallacious lie. To utterly acknowledge it.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is a cold and controlling type. Everything you do must be closely monitored by him. He must pick out what you're going to wear each day. Doesn't matter if you like it or not he says so thus it has to be. Your diet is preplanned for in order to keep you healthy and fit. Doesn't matter what you're craving if it's not on the plan you can't have.

Contrast to Lilia, Sebek is completely aware of that you have a thought process and emotions. His goal is to control even your thoughts and emotions. You must think about what he wants you to think. You must feel what he wants.

And all he truly wants deep down is for you to care about him as much as he cares about you.

"Darling you must be perfect"

Sebek has a rather peculiar way of viewing humans. They are mere bugs to him. But you, yes you're still technically a bug, however you hold great potential. You are a blue morpho butterfly surrounded by hideous flies. With this in mind, Sebek had no choice but to kidnap you. He did it to preserve you to make you better than you already are.

"I will make you perfect."

Very soon you shall fall into an idiosyncratic spell. Despite everything he puts you through, you shall start to make excuses for him. To justify every one of his actions. He knows best, he's your savior, soon he shall make you perfect just as he is. 

These icons were made by @ginkomatsuoka: Thanks love,

[underqualified-human]

Yuu: You're just saying that to make me feel better.

Vil: Aww, Yuu, when have I ever said anything just to make someone feel better?

[underqualified-human]

Rook Hunt: French Speaking S/O

→ Request: Hello, again! I loved the Siren!Reader so, so much. Thank you again! I was wondering if I could request Rook with a reader who also speaks French. Pomefiore second year, if that matters. Thank you again.

-Angel

→ A/N: Love the fact that this request came it shortly after I took a break from studying French lol. [These headcanons are written from the perspective of a non-French bilingual fyi]

→ Warnings: French is very gendered so those aspects aren’t as gender-neutral as I wanted but no direct pronouns are used,

→ Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland

→ Genre: Headcanons

→ Pronouns: They/Them

[I couldn't resist lol]

Magnifique!

This man is on cloud nine when he finds out

He starts throwing in more English words while speaking French and vice versa, just because he knows you’ll understand it

Starts saying so—many. puns. 

Ups the wordplay and French-exclusive metaphors as well

Talks about people in French to you, sometimes it’s gossip sometimes it's just weirdly personal information

Gives you even more specific nicknames 'L'autre moitié de mon âme' [The other half of my soul] ‘La personne que j'aime le plus’ [The person I love most] along with the expected 'Chérie' and ‘Mon Cœur’

If you speak a different dialect of French he’ll ask you to explain it to him so he can adopt it when speaking with you [but would also really like it if you did the same with his dialect]

If you ever have a kid their language is going to be all over the place I feel so bad for this hypothetical child.

Tagging: @angelchanisaweeb

[underqualified-human]

Grimm: I lived in castles and ruled kingdoms! How dare you put me in a kitty carrier?

Yuu: Maybe if you were more cooperative I wouldn't have to do this to get you to go to the doctor.

[underqualified-human]

Self Aware (?) Yuu AU Incorrect Quotes

[aka, a bunch of memes and references]

*During Leona's Overblot*

Ace: What are we supposed to do now!?

Yuu, remembering the deleted scenes from the Lion King: Hmm, well I am a fair bit younger than him-

Ace: What the hell does that mean?

Yuu: Nothing- forget what I said immediately

---

Yuu, in Scarabia, not passing up the opportunity: A song is a dick in sheep's clothing, a song means a dick is on the way.

Jamil, covering Kalim's ears: Why do we associate with you again?

*Later that same day*

Yuu: First you will lose her to the sultan and then you will lose her to death.

Jamil: what the fuck

---

Yuu, when seeing Idia for the first time: Who the hell is this clown?

---

*Riddle yelling at some first years*

Yuu: My little baby, off to destroy people.

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*Yuu franticly researching if "Tiger Fucker" is a slur to beastmen*

---

*Whenever Yuu gets caught in the rain*

Yuu, pointing at the sky: I will come up there and fight you, Mouse!

---

*If Yuu were to overblot*

OB!Yuu: Prepare to hurt! And I don't mean emotionally like you usually do!

-

OB!Yuu: You can't run from me-oh, you can. You keep surprising me.

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Rook: Yuu, I've been looking everywhere for you.

Yuu: What a coincidence, Rook, I’ve been avoiding you everywhere!

---

Yuu, singing: No one remembers Achmed.

Jamil: Why are you singing the praises of a tyrant?

Yuu: Wait, what-

[underqualified-human]

Self Aware (?) Yuu AU additional headcanons

Pretty normal around the first years for the most part. Their personalities aren't based on any specific characters so they're pretty unpredictable with the information Yuu has

They do have to restrain themselves from breaking into song at times

They had an idea of who Malleus was the first time they met him, but kept their mouth shut purely because it seems like something they shouldn't know

If ever left alone with the magic mirror they immediately ask why it said a 14-year-old was the prettiest in the kingdom

Probably really into parody musicals like Twisted: The untold story of a royal vizier

Completely floored when they meet Idia - like they can accept some of the creative liberties but this is BS

Has spread a bunch of personal information about both the heroes and villains that they, under no circumstances, should know.

Extra nervous around Crewel, because y'know, puppy killer

Calls Riddle and Vil 'Queenie' just because

Has a compliment competition with Rook and whoever compliments the most people win. Many people got an ego boost that day, others cried but tried to hide it

Tries to see what would happen if they said Mickey Mouses' full name but kept getting interrupted. Every. Single. Time.

Feel free to share any thoughts

[underqualified-human]

AssClass!Yuu, after visiting RSA: And when he gets up, he just leaves his tea there!

AssClass!Yuu: He doesn't even smell it when he gets back, just drinks it. The guys over there are so easy to kill. Don't get me wrong, I like my men a little stupid, but not 'leave your drink unattended with someone you've known for two days' stupid, y'know?

Jamil, too stunned to say anything else: Yeah

[underqualified-human]

Self-aware(?) Yuu Au concept

Basically what if Yuu knew they were in a Disney property.

Like they dont know they're in Twisted Wonderland the video game made by Disney but they do recognise the tropes and character inspirations enough to know something is up. (other than the fact that they got Isekai'd to a world where magic exists)

They probably liked Disney stuff beforehand (movies and musicals) so they make a bunch of jokes and references

After they do that, they try to turn to the camera but they don't really, y'know, know where it actually is

After they officially know where they are and what is going on they start writing down any events they can remember from the movies and musicals and then cross-referencing it with what they can find in a history book

Ends up acing Trein's class accidently which ends up both impressing and confusing him

They drop cryptic prophecies to the dorm leaders unprompted when no one else is around

I'll be posting dorm/character-specific headcanons/interactions later (I'm having total brainrot for this, so feel free to share your own ideas!)

[underqualified-human]

Self Aware (?) Yuu thinks about their mortality a lot.

They're surrounded by villains, only three of which (Queen of Hearts, Jafar and Hades) technically made it out of their stories alive. So what is going to happen to them? They aren't really even supposed to be there in the first place. Are they technically a villain by proxy? Or are they like one of the villains servants?

These questions get more frequent as they deal with more overblots.

(Sorry this got a little dark)

[underqualified-human]

Medea!Yuu, looking at their family tree to see if they can date Idia:

This isn't even all of it I just got lazy

[underqualified-human]

Medea Yuu AU

So they themself, arent Medea. Medea is their mother

They’re technically a quarter god

They’re also the child of Aegeus, and half-sibling of Theseus [but that’s a little less important]

They can use magic, just not Twisted Wonderland magic [if that makes sense at all]

The magic that they can use is still really strong though

Medea’s relationship is complicated. She’s a bit protective, very much doesn’t want them to get hurt in the same way she was

A lot of her traits rubbed off on them. [solving their problems with violence/murder, vengeful, loyal when they actually connect with people, etc.]

They saw [hear of] Idia and just went ‘Ah, yes. Friend material.’ and now won’t leave him alone

They definitely opted to hide their heritage, assuming they would be judged for it

Suspiciously good at potions

[If you have any other thoughts feel free to share!]