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cathnospam · 5 hours ago

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Adding onto this drabble of how Bakugo likes to stare at you, but with a bit a smutty..

CW: Bakugo is a pervert trynna fight it, Some fluff, Smut implied at end, Reader IS a pervert, Black Reader slightly Implied???

Bakugo has a bad staring problem.

He had a feeling you knew he knew that he would do more than just glance at you which is why you decided to sit next to him up until you all graduated high school and attended college.

Since UA made a new section of the school that is for the college students only the classrooms are different, no more desk but rows of seats, and means sitting even closer. Bakugo didn’t know if he should be pissed off or more excited.

Yes he sits closer, but now his staring would be evident. Turning almost a whole 180 just to get a good look of your side profile. And the thought of you catching him or anything saying about it makes him want to smack the shit out of Deku or Kami.

“Wanna study?”

Your voice was something else. So feminine and soft he practically tries to savor each sweet vowel ….as corny as it sounds….though he has overheard you speak negatively about it a few times. If he had a right mind he’d let you know how much serotonin your voice carries.

“Your grades that bad?”

“No, I aced the last exam with a 98%.”

Bakugo only got 95.

He tsks adjusting himself uncomfortably to get a better look at you. Of course you’re also smart to pair.

The study dates turned into a common practice, but instead of studying it’s be a movie marathon or going to eat some food together at a nearby restaurant.

And his eyes never cracked away from you.

Bakugo would watch you as you spoke, laughed, ate, even stared when you were just doing absolutely nothing, but tapping away on your phone.

He just does not know why he can’t stop, but he doesn’t care and you seem to not care much either.

By the third year before graduation you began to take note of him always looking at you. At some point you wanted to confirm your suspicions so you’d angle yourself a little more his direction to see him from your peripheral vision, and alas you were right. He always looks at you.

He starts from your legs, stops and admires your thighs, to your chest and lands his gaze on your face. You’ve became accustomed to it so much whenever you wear your braids, or locs, or whichever new hairstyle that week parted it’s be on the opposite side so he can still see your face.

It wasn’t weird though, his eyebrows were furrowed, but he looked so cute and relaxed. Plus, it didn’t hurt since..he was your little crush.

It has been 4 months now and Bakugo practically lives in your dorm. His spare clothes are in your drawers, his winter hero costume is beside yours in your closet, he even has some of his hygiene products in your bathroom when he spends the night.

It’s been a routine now; class together, after school lunch together, spar separately or hang out with friends separately but Bakugo comes to your room to take a shower and bring you both dinner.

This time though Bakugo came back from his work study a little later, which you didn’t mind, but you decided to order some dinner, your favorite and his and head to take a quick shower.

Bakugo actually had to catch himself from grinning at your text. He felt more motivated to finish his job quicker today and head back to you.

He missed you without realizing it.

After eating, you finally got up from mindlessly scrolling on tiktok and grabbing the takeout from the front , to take your shower. The hot water feels so nice on your body you forgot all your worries of today and Bakugo was just coming back to the dorms.

He unlocks your door with the spare key you gave him and hears the water running, he sees your phone unlocked in your bed with some video replaying on tiktok and he scoffs. Of course you’re just NOW getting in the shower. He wanted to take one.

Bakugo places his gauntlet and strips his uniform down to just his tank top and boxers on your semi filled hamper and wait. He did not feel like heading to the other side of the building to take a shower and head back. Too tired.

While eating the food you got him he finds the receipt you tossed and crumbled in the trash, and scoffs, “why does she do this..” he mumbled as he pulls out his phone to Apple Pay you back the difference, he doesn’t usually let your pay for anything when you’re with him even if you offer so it was practically second nature to him.

Laying back on your bed with a towel he starts up a show as he waits for you, and while looking at the TV he notices your bathroom door beside it opened.

Without thought he tilts his head almost like a confused dog to get a better view of the noises you’re making inside. Mindless humming, singing, and soft moans whenever you let the hot water touch the sensitive areas of your skin.

You sounded…so attractive.

He wasn’t sure if you knew he was back yet, he made enough noises and comments to himself loud enough, but you didn’t respond back. You didn’t even hear the TV playing. Were you really that careless?

Thank God your door was locked.

He kept quiet for a moment, muting the TV and ate in silence to hear the ambiance of your shower. Bakugo wasn’t really thinking at this point.

“K-Kats ~”

If Bakugo had dog ears one would be up right about now, he gets up and walks over to the doors. No way he heard you moan—-

“Katsuki~”

His name.

He had heard HIS name moan out of YOUR mouth.

It spilled out of your lips like honey, the soft heavy breaths, if he focused his hearing he could have heard your squelches your sex was spewing out from you little fingers.

Bakugo knew. He knew better. He always had pride he wasn’t a pervert like his friends.

Kaminari admitting he steals Jirou’s panties

Kiri sometimes watches Mina get dressed when he’s in her room

Even Sero sending pervy pictures to his long distance girlfriend at random hours of the day

Bakugo was BETTER than them, because he never did anything perverted with you.

But

He’s still a man at the end of the day.

“Katsuki…ah…”He slowly rises from the bed.

And he still has needs.

“Kats….”He peaks his head at the creaked bathroom door.

And he still had a staring problem.

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ryker-writes · 2 years ago

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If you're still doing sibling angst, could I request Riddle with a disowned sibling? ^^ like maybe they're the exact opposite of Riddle (Lazy, doesn't follow rules, talks back to their mom) and because of that Riddle also thought lowly of them. Only to see them at NRC after they cut ties. Maybe also how he would treat them after his overblot? 👀

Yes darling! The people love the sibling angst! Now it's Riddle's turn >:D

Request rules and Masterlists

Riddle as a sibling (Broken relationship)

the Rosehearts family was a very strict family to live in

ever since you were a kid, your mother had fully planned out you and your brothers life

every second of every day was meant to help you towards the future she planned

and on top of that you had to listen to every rule your mother put in place

she always said that if either one of you failed to follow her rules and her plans, she wouldn't love you anymore

Riddle was very good at following these rules and he was a natural hard worker

You however, were the opposite of him

you hated all the rules and strict plan

how could Riddle just go along with it really?

it was always incredibly stressful and it felt like there was constant suffocating pressure

so one day, you just gave up following the rules and listening to your mom

she hated it when she would ask you something and you told her "no"

and somewhere inside, you hoped Riddle would do the same

but Riddle would never do that

even while your mother screamed at you for disobeying, he stood by and did everything she asked

she told him that you were a prime example of everything she didn't want in a child

she called you all sorts of names before disowning you and kicking you out

you never went back there after that

your mom was not someone you ever cared to see again

but you did worry slightly about Riddle and how he would turn out

would he end up just like her?

or would he eventually speak back and stand up to her?

only time would tell

thankfully, you were able to tell when you got into Night Raven College

Riddle was the housewarden of Heartslabyul

the dorm known for strict rules

that didn't bode well

sure enough, you heard some first year Heartslabyul students talking about how strict the rules in their dorm were

Riddle had ended up just like your mother

still, you had hoped that maybe he hadn't become as bad as her

so when you saw him in the halls you decided to greet him and maybe start up a conversation

but as soon as his attention was on you, his expression turned sour

instead of saying hello or something when first speaking to you, he immediately started commenting on your uniform and how it doesn't go along with NRC rules

it wasn't too bad until he added

"I see you're still a disrespectful deviant. You really should know that you'd better serve society if you just listen for once."

yeah...that told you all you needed to know

he acts exactly like your mother and he thinks of you in the same way she does

you couldn't put yourself through that again, so you left

you didn't interact with Riddle after that

it's sad that things turned out this way, but it wasn't something you had to deal with

you just continued to live your life, your way

and things were fine

lately, there were a lot of Heartslabyul students walking around with collars on

Riddle's unique magic

they broke the rather ridiculous rules, and now they had to suffer

you felt for them, you really did

but there was nothing you could do to help them

days later you heard about what happened

someone stood up to Riddle and he overblotted

you were surprised of course

overblots were so rare and can kill someone

Riddle was fine, but you knew he would likely receive a long lecture from your mother

still, you carried on living your normal life

but Riddle started lingering around you more

and then one day, he talked to you

"I've come to realize that not all of the rules are necessary and don't always need to be followed. So I've come to apologize. I'm...sorry for how I've treated you, and I'm sorry for everything that happened at home."

your relationship with Riddle started to get better after that

he wouldn't criticize you for when you didn't follow minor rules

however if it was a bigger more important rule he will urge you to follow, but hesitates to enforce it

he's still learning what classifies as a rule that's not super important so give him some time

he want's to try and fix the relationship between you two

and he confides in you that he too gets tired of your mother sometimes

at least he has more freedom at Night Raven College

Riddle even started inviting you to unbirthday parties and introduced you to all the hedgehogs

An extra thought for all of you:

when Ace stood up to Riddle, he couldn't help but think of you

Ace called all his rules ridiculous and talked back to Riddle, just like you did to your mother

he could clearly remember the day you fully rebelled against your mom and what followed after

he couldn't let that happen again

and then he overblotted

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland angst #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader

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twistedwonderlxnd · 18 days ago

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skully time paradox

⚠️ spoilers : lost in the book with tim burton's nightmare before christmas.

since the beginning, there has been multiple hints implying that skully j. graves was from a different time period.

first of all, he mentioned he was also at the port when he got pulled into the book. however, he said this after the boys discussed about the book fest and the mysterious book so it was also possible that skully was lying to us after eavesdropping.

( translated by ekala )

later, leona pointed out that skully has magic, which the latter confirms and added that he is currently attending a magic school. this leads to two conclusions; he is either from NRC or RSA.

( translated by ekala )

leona canceled out NRC as an option since none of the dorm leaders or vice-dorm leaders recognise him. jamil pointed out that skully is a mage from sage island, but is not aware of magical pens. it is unsure if RSA students use magical pens as well since their magic stones are featured as brooches on their uniforms, they are still likely to be aware of NRC students using magical pens due to their inter-school competitions. therefore, leona also canceled out RSA as an option too.

but how could this be? it doesn't make sense since there are no other magic schools on sage's island and this is a very remote island. travel time is long and tedious according to adeuce in book 4.

( translated by ekala )

pointed out by idia, skully refers to himself as 'wagahai'—which is uncommon and old-fashioned. though, it could also just be a unique quirk like idia's 'sessha' which is pointed out by azul.

( translated by ekala )

skully himself says he is 16. however, he has also expressed that he does not know malleus. this is hard to believe considering non-mage NPCs seem to be aware of who malleus is (this is later backed up by leona). hence, it can be implied that skully was from a time period before malleus was born. so he is at least 200 years old.

( translated by ekala / ekala / ekala / otome ayui / gas mask )

in conclusion: skully is a night raven college student from the past.

here comes the final confirmation by skully himself; his shocked reaction towards the diasomnia flag, the dorm names, and finally his smile towards night raven college. at this moment he was processing the fact that they were from the same school but does not recognise them as his current schoolmates, or their current view towards halloween was also different from his schoolmates.

( translated by fleurism )

when yuu told skully to hang out together or to visit the school sometime, skully replied that such a thing is impossible. this is because he knew that they don't belong in the same time period at this point.

No… I understand now. I will never meet with you lovely people again. But… We can always meet through Halloween.

( translated by acesuuu )

when we woke up from the book, he is nowhere to be seen. he is not physically in their vicinity to have been sucked into the book together.

so how was skully and the NRC boys able to meet?

my theory is pretty simple; there are 2 timelines intersecting each other.

#1 — skully chanced upon this book in the past. he met jack skellington and celebrated halloween with him. he returned without any memories and stayed static. perhaps halloween was not as popular as it is now if skully is still convinced that only his halloween is right; spending it alone in solemn solidarity—nothing like the current halloween NRC celebrates.

#2 — the NRC boys teleported to the same time skully did when they opened the book. this caused a butterfly effect where skully's image of his idol shattered in front of his eyes. he then learns to accept halloween that are different from his ideals.

Jack reinstills his ideals about Halloween not being meant to be spent alone. It’s supposed to bring fear to everyone equally, as the holiday belongs to everyone. Which tells Skully he can’t be selfish with it, basically.

( summarised by acesuuu )

when "travelers" returned from the book world, they do not remember anything and the said book would disappear. perhaps these books are controlled by fate and appear as they pleased?

despite the memory loss, they will still remember what they felt in the book and the feeling of having "met" someone.

( translated by ekala / fleurism )

this is likely the same for skully. he probably retained the feeling of spending halloween with everyone along with the vague promise of "We can always meet through Halloween" even without his memories.

aside from his passion, perhaps his dedication to speading halloween in twisted wonderland and NRC is also influenced by this "promise" as well—to reunite/connect to each other through halloween. this was why he establish halloween not just as an NRC tradition but also spread the holiday throughout all of twisted wonderland. i'm likely reaching here but i wish that the hope of a reunion was the reason :')

( translated by fleurism )

in summary, skully's experience with the present NRC boys led to the current halloween we enjoy today. the end. idk how to end this. i hope this wasn't too abrupt.

the following are side tangents about some related thoughts i had while writing this:

remember that jack skellington was not a historical figure like the great seven are. he does not exist as a real person in twisted wonderland. he was a character from a legend in skully's hometown. therefore, it makes sense why malleus has never heard of jack skellington.

( translated by ekala )

it is implied at the end that skully might be a ghost now. considering these actions, could it be possible that skully was able to recover his memories from the time he spent in the book? this scene reads to me as skully reuniting with them. or it was simply his spirit lingering around the area since he isn't visible like other ghosts OR he couldn't be seen in direct sunlight?

( translated by fleurism )

i shall wait ✨ pATiEntLY ✨ for a year for skully's card. perhaps some of these can be answered then.

i hope i managed to convey my thoughts well ;; its been a while since i wrote anything on tumblr. thank you for reading!!

#𝐱𝐱 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 ༉‧₊˚.#twst jp #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #twst #twst event #lost in the book of tim burton's the nightmare before christmas #twst skully #skully j graves #twst analysis #twst theory

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hoomandoescosplay · 11 months ago

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Becoming Mrs. Potter | James Potter x Reader

Trying to be quiet so as to not wake up his friends, especially Sirius as he can be very grumpy if woken up, he grabs his uniform and robe and goes into their shared bathroom.

After taking a quick shower he gets dressed and brushes his teeth. With one last look in the mirror he ruffles up his hair and leaves the bathroom.

"I was wondering where you were." Remus says from his bed while looking up from the book he was reading. "Hey Moony. Just got up early today for once." James shrugs with a coy smile.

"Yes. The James Potter just happened to get up early for once in his life." Remus playfully taunts. "Hey hey now. Today's a special day which requires special exceptions." He eyes James curious to what he meant. Not saying anymore he heads to their door calling out one last sentence before leaving their shared dorm. "If all goes well you'll know by the end of tonight my dear Moony."

As James is sitting in the Great Hall eating breakfast the others eventually join him not too long after. As all of them sat and ate they all joked about random things and tried to plan out their next prank on the school. James's eyes quickly darted over when a certain female walked into the Great Hall finding herself a seat among her group of friends. He watched as she quickly added food to her plate while laughing at something it looked like Marlene said.

He places his head atop of his hand and continues to stare at the girl he's fallen head over heels for. "Prongs? Earth to Prongs." James shook his head and diverted his attention to Sirius. "What's up?" He asks with a lopsided grin. "What's up with you today mate?" Remus sighs and butts in. "Don't bother, he won't tell anyone until later tonight apparently." He only grins at the boys as they finish eating and head off to their first class of the day.

When stepping into the potions classroom he noticed that they were the first ones to get to class. All four of the boys decided to continue thinking of new prank ideas until more people showed up and they had to go sit in their assigned seats.

James never liked being separated from the boys in class but this was the one exception since he was assigned to sit next to (Y/N) (L/N). They've actually become quite close throughout the years of being sat together in potions. And this was the perfect opportunity to slide her a note explaining that he wanted to meet her in the astronomy tower after dinner.

He took out a piece of parchment and wrote a simple note before signing his name and folding it up. Now all he had to do was wait until she sat down which was easier said than done for the anxious boy. He gently tapped his fingers against the wooden desk trying not to attract attention from the sound.

Finally, she pulled out the chair and sat down exhaling and he ruffled up his hair once more. She turns her head and smiles at him. "Hello James." He puts on a huge smile and greets her back. He stared at her for a moment taking in all of her features before snapping out of it and sliding the folded up parchment in her direction. She eyes him quizzically before unfolding it and reading the words written down.

He starts up his tapping once more trying to read the expression on her face as her eyes scan the parchment. When she finishes reading she looks up at him once more and nods her head. "I'm free after dinner so I'm good with meeting up." He lets out a breath of air he didn't know he was holding in and smiles at her. "I am curious why you can't just talk to me now though." She ponders mostly to herself. He puts a finger up to his lips and replies "it's a secret my love." This causes the girl to roll her eyes and try to suppress a grin. "Alright lover boy. I'll leave you to your secrets until we meet up."

The rest of the day felt like it was dragging on to the Potter boy. He has always been quite impatient when it came to waiting for something he was excited for or even something important.

As James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter all walked to the Great Hall for dinner they spotted (Y/N) and her friends and decided to sit with them.

Alice and Frank were sitting together while Mary, Dorcas, and Lily were next to them. The boys sat on the other side of the long table with (Y/N) and Marlene. James tried to sit next to (Y/N) but Remus beat him to it as she was sitting at the edge of the table and only had one spot next to her.

As they filled their plates and ate until they were stuffed they all joked the whole time and even planned to all go to Hogsmeade sometime in the upcoming week. James excused himself a few minutes before dinner officially ended so he could get to the astronomy tower and calm his nerves.

As he began to walk his mind started to race. He hasn't been nervous about anything in a long time. He was known as the cocky and confident bloke around Hogwarts and he lived up to it pretty well. However, it mattered to him how this girl was going to respond to something he brought up five years ago. Merlin, he was worried she forgot and would treat him like he was only trying to play with her emotions.

Getting up the final steps he walks to the balcony's railing and leans his body against it as he stares up at the moon shining onto the lake below. He fluffs up his hair for the millionth time today as he hears footsteps approaching.

Turning around he's greeted with a small smile on the girl's face as the moon reflects onto her. She walks up to the stunned boy as they both face the sky. She nudges her shoulder onto his forearm as she speaks up. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" He gulps then takes a deep breath.

"I'm just keeping you to your promise love." She raises her eyebrow to him and places her chin on her hand. "What did I promise the Great James Potter?" He blushes and debates whether he should tell her or just make something up. After a moment he decides he's in too far to back out now and just tells her. "Don't you remember what you promised me back in year two? I remember it quite vividly." He grins while adding, "but you didn't expect me to remember huh?"

(Y/N) stands up straighter trying to rack her brain about what he's talking about. She almost speaks up again saying she really doesn't remember until her eyes widen a bit. James perks up at a reaction from her and hopes she finally remembered.

"If I ask you to marry me again five years from this exact day will you?" James asked the girl with a large grin on his face.

"Yes Potter. I suppose I will." She chuckles lightly. "I doubt you'll remember anyway." As she says this she smirks up at the boy and starts to walk back in the castle.

"You promise (Y/N)?" He calls out to her. "I promise lover boy." She responds without turning around.

After revisiting the memory she turns to the boy gawking at him. "James, that was five years ago! You honestly can't expect us to keep our promise can you?" All he does is grin down at the bewildered girl causing her to blush. "For Merlin's sake we were twelve." She sighs and looks up at James putting on his best puppy dog eyes.

(Y/N) eventually cracks and starts to laugh at the situation. "You should at least take me on a date before you propose you know." That comment was all he needed to hear as he pulled her into his arms. She laughs even more as she cups his face into her hands and kisses him on the forehead. "You're right. I really didn't expect you to remember that." James looks down at her and responds. "How could I ever forget proposing to my future girlfriend." (Y/N) grins up at him and embraces the Potter boy.

As the pair walked through the portrait and into the commonroom with their hands intertwined they were stopped by curious looks from their combined friend groups. (Y/N) sheepishly smiles as James raises their hands up like he does every time he and his team wins the quidditch cup.

The boys hoot and holler as the girls give each other knowing looks while giggling. James pulls (Y/N) into his side and whispers into her ear causing her to blush. "I guess you're one step closer to becoming Mrs. Potter."

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter imagine #james potter fluff #marauders #marauders era #marauders fluff #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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twstfanblog · 1 year ago

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*~Family Feud~*

AN: This has been done for DAYS I just didn't get a chance to read it over because I dropped two outfit descriptions in this and I wanted to draw them out. Instead, I decided to get this out and stop hoarding it. XD

Also an introduction to one of my Twist OC's I'll do my best to get a proper bio of him and link it at a later date.

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: Toxic family dynamics, Disregard of adopted family, She/They Yuu OC. My own canon of Silver's backstory mixed with canon.

Pairings: Mallus x Yuu

Enjoy~!

Starter, Part 1(Pomefiore), Part 2 (Heartslabyul), Part 3 (Here)

Diasomnia was strangely desolate, something that Louis wasn't really expecting. He would have thought the dorm would reflect Briar Valley. The times he'd seen the valley, it was full of lush vegetation, life seeming to spill out of every corner. The only place that looked vaguely like these densely packed dead woods was the royal castle of the Draconia’s. But, even then, the castle had a beautiful rose garden. At the thought of the Briar royalty he scowled, his resolve only growing as he stomped through the woods. Eyes roaming through the trees looking for someone.

Louis Durand was the eldest son and crown prince of Ulstead, one of the longest-standing royal families of Twisted Wonderland. Honey-blonde hair and aurora-colored eyes showing his heritage of the Knight of Dawn. His light-plated iron clinked, gold and iron mix giving off a pale sunshine hue, added protection from his basic princely attire. Long hair braided back and pinned with his family’s crest acting as a crown.

Soon he finds someone, his eyes widening before a smile breaks out on his face. He picks up his pace seeing the figure under the tree slowly open his eyes. Silver hair and dressed in a black and green military uniform, Louis couldn’t keep his voice quiet as he ran closer, " Beau!"

Matching aurora eyes snap open at the name. Silver sighs under his breath, not sure if staying asleep would be better or worse in this situation. Instead, he stood up, waiting for the prince to reach him and for the common argument to start.

Malleus walked with Yuu, smiling at the pout on the human's face, "Why are you so upset, my dear? It's a lovely day and I have you all to myself. Why the long face?" In hand was his spinning wheel wand. He didn’t have his pen in such form normally, But while in his dorm uniform, the staff was perfect for the overall look. Plus, it felt good to wear such regal wear with his child of man in their own new dorm uniform of Ramshackle.

Lilia himself was delighted seeing the outfit, saying Yuu looked like a troublesome fairy he had a run-in with long ago. A light tealish green button-up shirt with bluebell-shaped sleeves. A darker grey-teal vest over the shirt, a series of leather belts wrapped around their waist to hold an assortment of things, one of which being a bag of marbles. (For purposes Yuu told the others.) The vest had multiple tail ends, layering into a rough jagged line like the edge of a leaf. Leggings patterned with asymmetrical lines to mirror shattered glass. The look was pulled together with a pair of leather pirate-style boots that folded over their knees and a worn-looking navy captain’s hat, refurbished lightly to match the color of their dorm better.

Malleus himself could see what Lilia meant when Yuu wore their new uniform. Though it was a collaborative design by Divus and Yuu, the final result came out very close to the common fashion of Briar Valley. And with their temper and short stature (Compared to him), Yuu truly reminded him of the trickster fairies of the woods. Oh, the times Malleus had to keep Silver from being led astray by little wings of glitter. At the very least, Yuu gave kisses instead of deceiving the innocent…Well, Yuu does the same but it was normally unlethal. Now looking down at his lover, he smiles, tilting his head at the pouting human. He wonders if he could get away with calling them a pixie. He chuckles, raising an arm to place around their shoulders, “Come, let me hold you.”

Yuu huffs, leaning away from Malleus' arm as he tries to bring them closer. They glare at the tall fae, crossing their arms across their chest, "You know very well I wanted to meet your grandma. And you have the gall to stand there, looking cute, and call me over here after you already sent her home!"

The laugh Malleus let out was loud like thunder, it would almost be threatening if not for the warmth in his smile. He leans down, forehead resting on Yuu's as he looked into their eyes, "Are you truly upset you couldn't meet my grandmother? Or are you upset you haven't been able to embarrass me in front of my maternal figure like you've done your other lovers?"

They scoff, turning around to walk away from Malleus, but didn't try to move when he wrapped his arm around them. Yuu rested against his chest, sighing forlornly as they placed their hand over their forehead, "All I ask is to look into your grandmother and have her look back at me…"

"..." Malleus laughs, standing up and moving Yuu to face him directly, "You know, I may consider introducing you to my grandmother more if you stopped insinuating she is the void."

"Have you ever seen your grandmother and the void in the same room? I haven't." They laugh at Malleus' smile, pulling him down and leaning in to kiss his cheek. Giving him another seeing how the fae beamed under the physical affection.

Their sweet moment was interrupted by shouting, the sound of it getting closer and closer. Sharing a look, Malleus stands back to full height, a hand placed on the middle of Yuu’s back, the two of them walking toward the sounds of arguing.

"-before someone sees us, we should go!"

"Louis, please just go. I'm not having this argument with you again…"

Yuu blinks at the unknown boy trying to pull Silver through the woods, the gray-haired boy digging his heels into the dirt. Silver looked more annoyed than distressed at the manhandling, but, Yuu still pulled her golf club from the back holster Crewel had designed for them, "Hey! The fuck’s going on here?"

Her shout was enough for the both of them to look over in surprise, giving Silver the chance to finally slip out of the mystery boy's hold. The 2nd year was quick to join them, standing just slightly behind Malleus on his side in his normal position as a retainer. For whatever reason it made the boy glare, frowning fiercely at Malleus.

"Still insulting the Ulstead crown with your display, I see. He should be in jewels and celebrated! Not set to the side to be forgotten and overlooked by your people!"

Malleus' mirthful attitude was gone, a bored look on his face as he looked down his nose at the armor-clad boy.

Seeing Malleus wasn’t going to grace the stranger with an answer, Yuu spoke up. Their golf club swinging lazily to tap against their calf, "While I agree Silver is a national treasure, you can't just be grabbing and dragging people around like they owe you money."

The stranger opens his mouth, poised to start yelling at them too before he freezes. Looking at them, his eyes widen in shock, "You're human?"

"Good eyes, now explain yourself-"

"Fair maiden you must come with me at once! This land of fae and fowl isn't safe nor suitable for humans!" He reached out, moving to grab onto Yuu's wrist only to be forced back by a crackle of green lightning.

Yuu was just as surprised, blinking when Silver pulled them farther behind Malleus and missing the prominent anger in the fae's eyes as dark clouds began to gather above them.

Malleus’s eyes seemed to glow the darker the area became, his face a deadly edge of sober as he tilted his head slightly, "You dare try to abscond with my treasures? I would think your family knows a dragon does not give from their hoard so lightly…"

The stranger matched Malleus' expression, taking a step forward before he was interrupted by Silver sighing.

"Louis. Please. Just go home. I've long made my choice and I would like it if you and your family to respect it."

“They’re our family!” Louis' face crumbles, a hand reaching out in a pleading motion toward Silver, " Beau, please just come home with me. We can talk this out with the family and see if you've been cursed like father thinks. If all is well we can go from there."

Yuu casts a confused look toward Silver, raising an eyebrow, "Beau?"

Silver shakes his head, not wanting to explain, missing Malleus locking eyes with Louis. A smug smirk grew on the fae’s face before he spoke.

" I would like it if you left my brother be. He doesn't wish to speak to you."

"He is not your brother you accursed, bastard!"

"Now, now. There's no need for all of this yelling…"

Lilia dropped down from above a few paces away. Instead of his normal dorm uniform, he wore a tight thorn pattern long-sleeve top, the high neckline hidden by a false collar and a bright green tie with a complex-looking knot. Long pants tucked into knee-length lace-up boots. His oversized jacket was replaced with an open-back vest in the dorm colors, long coattails trailing behind him. The look pulled together with his normal dorm accessories, the vest showing off the spiked spine brace the Diasomnia students regularly wear.

His youthful face was strangely in a neutral expression. He looks to Louis, not even flinching at the glare. Turning to him fully, Lilia gives a polite smile, trying to calm the enraged boy, "Prince Louis. I understand the campus is open to all visitors. But, you are aware Silver doesn't wish to speak to you or the other Ulstead royals unless it is at the yearly treaty festival or you’ve called ahead of time."

Louis stomps forward, getting directly in Lilia's face to snarl, "His name is Beau, you thief!"

"Enough!" Silver steps forward, standing beside Lilia and only stopping at the hand gripping his arm, keeping him closer to Lilia, "I will not let you talk to my father like this."

"He isn't your father!" Louis looks to Silver, eyes pleading, "Beau, no matter what they've told you, they're lying to you. They aren't your true family and all we want is for you to come home to us…"

Silver’s face clenches, almost winning in the fight to not grimace. His fists ball up at his sides, turning his head away from Louis as he muttered, “Who I care for isn’t your choice to make…”

Lilia glances at Silver from the corner of his eye. Seeing Silver's anger, he opened his mouth to calm his son, only to have Louis speak before him.

"He won't love you like a real father would. You know that. You'll be dead and gone long before he even has time to care about you."

That was enough to make Silver crumble, the 2nd year hunching into himself hoping to hide away from the other's hurtful words.

The sound of thunder and lightning was deafening. The dark clouds overhead that had eclipsed the sun were almost meaningless as a single bolt of lightning illuminated the grounds, striking dangerously close to the group. Both of which were ignored by Lilia, scooping Silver into his arms.

Placing the taller boy onto his hip and supporting his legs while glaring at the human prince, "If you'll excuse us, my son seems to be under the weather. I'm going to get him inside to rest."

Lilia doesn't look back, walking away like Silver weighed less than nothing in his hold. Even with his confused expression, Silver soon relaxed, properly latching onto his father and resting his head against the top of Lilia's hair.

Yuu looks over to Louis, frowning at the other human's intense glare at the retreating figures, "You know, as a fellow human? That was extremely fucked up, you know that, right? Like severely fucked."

"I quite agree with my child of man." Malleus' face was stone cold, his tinted lips curling over a fang as he snarled, "It was fucked."

“What’s fucked,” Louis somehow made the vitriol in his voice even harsher, eyes glaring into Malleus’ cold green iris, “Is stealing a prince and making him a guard to the enemy of his nation.”

Malleus leans in, a small smile showing his fangs as he spoke in a soft mocking tone, “He wasn’t stolen by fae hands. Nor are we enemies, the treaty was signed nearly 20 years ago Prince Durand.” His smile drops, voice almost a growl, “You’d do well to remember that.”

Louis’ hand reached toward his sword, managing to draw it out only a few inches before a force slammed into the hilt of the blade, forcing it back into the sheath. The head of a golf club resting on top of the rounded metal of the weapon, Yuu’s dark eyes glaring into his own morning dews, the silent promise clear in their actions. He huffed, his glare only barely softening as he addressed Yuu, “Stand down, maiden. I don’t know why you’ve allied yourself with this fae, but he is not to be trusted.”

“With all disrespect? What I do with the future father of my child is none of your business.”

Malleus’ magic forms around Yuu faster than she could swing and faster than Louis could grab her. The green aura glittered around her, lifting Yuu into the air and away from the human’s out-reaching hand. Louis glared at the prince, his hand clenching into the open air.

Louis closes his eyes, trying to calm his breathing before looking up at Yuu, “You…Miss, you can’t be serious! The Draconia family is founded on the wicked deeds of the Thorn Fairy herself! To be a human and want to continue that line-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Yuu was now lounging in the air, golf club resting over their crossed legs, “I’m going to do my best to be…polite with my reasonings. I don’t care, I just don’t care. I like Malleus, so I find no issue in doing him this kindness as his close platonic-romantic friend-soulmate. The choices I made to carry the potential apocalypse baby are just that. My choices. Just like Silver apparently chose to be Silver instead of Beau. Learn to live with it. Cope, seethe even. But don’t make it our problem when clearly you’re the only one bothered.”

The expression on Louis’ face was odd. A strange mixture of anger yet heartbreak, the type of look that spoke of internal struggle. Yuu almost had enough time to feel bad, opening their mouth to give some kind of comfort, before the human royal’s face steels.

Louis stepped back, rolling his shoulders into the proper position and looking into Malleus’ eyes with a neutral expression, “Apologies for my outburst Prince Draconia. I will take what you said into consideration. Good day to you and your…” His face fights against the sneer he wants to pull, “Consort…Good day.” With that, he spins in his iron-plated heel, stomping his way back toward the dorm’s mirror.

“...” Yuu turns to Malleus, still floating in the air, “Put me down.” Malleus raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t take his eyes off of Louis until he was well in the distance, “Why…?” “I’m gonna beat his ass.”

A smile breaks across his face, looking out from the corner of his eye to see the glare on the prefect. Yuu never failed to entertain, always having a gesture or words that would pull him from sour moods and episodes of sorrow. Be it a physical reminder of their friendship or a verbal assurance of their shared devotions, Yuu always made him smile, even when he didn’t want to.

Malleus shakes his head, “No. You have no need to engage in combat with the likes of him. You are my consort after all.” He starts to walk toward the dorm, keeping Yuu suspended in the air with his magic. In their current mood, they were more likely to ignore his words and chase the prince down than listen. His thoughts reminded him of Silver and Lilia’s emotional states, the urge to check on them growing once Louis’ presence was fully gone.

“Oh, is that gonna be your new favorite word? Because you’re gonna make Jamil and Azul jealous. They can only call me ‘girlfriend’ for now.”

“I suppose they can cope then. Seethe even.”

“Stop stealing my words! You make it sound so much fancier when you say it.”

Malleus chuckles, bringing Yuu closer to place another kiss against their cheek, “Cope.”

Diasomnia’s dorm was massive, scary, and regal. It was also peacefully quiet when Malleus and Yuu walked inside. The families that were chatting away in the common area had all vacated, leaving the room bare except for Sebek, Lilia, and Silver. The pearly-haired human was sleeping, head resting on Lilia’s lap while the short fae caressed his hair.

Walking to the couch, Yuu sat beside Lilia, Malleus taking the armchair that Sebek instantly jumped up to stand beside.

"So I have to ask, why the outfit change?"

Giggling, Lilia turned to look at Yuu, a sneaky smile on his face, "While I normally, as you say 'serve cunt', I decided to change into something semi-respectable since I knew visitors of the valley were coming." He gestures mildly to his new outfit, "As such I picked something that echoes my old war armor."

“Well you failed, you’re still serving cunt, good sir. But next question…Who was his royal dick?” Yuu asks, their voice hushed even though they knew Silver wasn’t going to wake up with anything less than Sebek screaming in his face.

Lilia sighs, “Prince Louis Durand. Crown prince of Ulstead and…” He sighs again, the force of it almost fully deflating him, “And Silver’s twin.”

“He has one of those?”

Sebek scoffs, rolling his eyes but refusing to say anything. He grew up dealing with the human prince’s numerous visits. Louis would do everything he could to exclude Sebek, but Silver was just as vigilant in making sure he was involved. Once, Silver held onto Sebek’s hand and refused to let go for the whole visit. It took both Baul and Lilia to pull them apart once Louis had left, Silver claiming he couldn’t unclench his hand.

“Yes…It’s a long story, but by fae laws Silver is mine and his blood family isn’t too happy about it.”

Yuu tilted their head, “I wouldn’t be either, this is extremely suspicious. Lilia, you said you found Silver on the ground.”

“I-” Lilia realizes what Yuu was insinuating, snapping his face up to pout at the prefect, “I did.”

“Lilia, how do you find a baby prince on a random forest floor?”

The pink-haired fae huffs, arms wrapping tighter around Silver’s sleeping form, “Well, I did! Believe me or not, I found him fair and square. He even picked me over them so they have no right to complain…”

Yuu smiled, always loving to pick at Lilia when the older fae would get annoyed with her, “Your story is falling apart. Did the baby pick you or did you find him, Lilia? What is it you want me to believe?”

Lilia was fast, a hand reaching out and pinching Yuu’s ear to tug on it. He hisses out a shush while she squirms in his hold, “Hush, let me tell you what happened…”

Silver was led to the palace throne room, his small hand gripping onto Sir Baul's as the old fae stared ahead. He was stern as usual when he came to collect him, but the look he had when he called Silver made his stomach twist. Sebek had gone quiet again, only waving goodbye as Baul led him from the room. He didn't know what was happening as the double doors of the throne room opened. On one side of the room stood his father and on the other side stood a group of strangers wearing the same colors as the people who stormed their home.

Days ago, he and his father had to flee to the palace when a group of human knights broke down their door in the middle of the night. Silver had never felt such terror, watching his father fight off a squad of intruders before scooping him into his arms. He had jumped from the bedroom window, Silver only in his pajamas and Lilia still smelling of burning flesh from iron as he sprinted into the woods.

They reached the palace, a number of fae knights riding into the woods at his father's report. He wasn't proud of it, but he cried when he had to leave his father's arms. The short fae smiled and teased him, saying he was only getting bandaged and to not be so silly. He was sulking about later in his brother's Malleus’ arms. He was six years old, he shouldn't be crying as such anymore.

Over the next few days, Silver was with Malleus for most of the day. Sebek joined them and was oddly soft-spoken, the younger boy looking at him pained and heartbroken but wouldn't tell him why. He would hear voices echoing in shouts in the halls, unknown knights staring at him. Their eyes made him nervous before Malleus whisked him away. But now, in the throne room, Malleus was standing beside the queen, looking upset and refusing to meet his eyes. Even father wouldn’t look at him, only the glamourously dressed family standing on the other side of the room would look toward him.

Her Majesty spoke, her voice an odd mix of cold yet cordial, “Silver-”

The unknown woman, who Silver now realized also had a crown in her braided warm brown hair, snapped. Her soft smile turned into a vicious frown as she rounded to the Queen, “His name is Beau.”

Her Majesty simply sighed, just barely keeping from rolling her eyes, a hand held up to calm the guards and Malleus, “Child. You are being offered a choice on this day. It is your choice alone if you return home with either Lilia Vanrouge or the royal family of Ulstead, the Durands. Make your decision judicially, you will not gain another.”

…

Silver looked over to the strangers. Whatever anger the woman had felt was gone, leaving behind a kind person who reached out to him before pulling her hand back to her chest. Looking at them closely, he fully saw just how lavish their clothing was, soft and bright colors unfound in the valley since so many made their living working with nature or potions (It’d get dirty so quickly). Delicate light fabrics with sewn-in gems and woven gold threads. They looked at him with such hope. Around them, guards of that knight stood showing chests of gold shiny board swords and armor. A boy who looked so similar yet different from him smiled, a stuffed bear held tightly in his arms.

He waved, bowing his head in a show of respect for the visiting royalty, but the beaming grins they gave back to him didn’t ease the discomfort he felt. He was sure the woman was one second away from rushing over to him and taking him in her arms, never to be seen again.

To the other side was his father. Standing silently and still, so unlike himself it made Silver more uncomfortable than the overly friendly strangers. Father stood in just the cloak he had on when they absconded to the palace, the black cloth hiding his body and long hair tied into a low ponytail. He wouldn’t look at him, he wasn’t even smiling. Silver had never seen his father so…impartial. It was frightening, but it only cemented the fact Lilia was his father.

Looking the fae over, Silver’s mind brought to light just how much he knew about his father. He knew the exact cloak he had managed to grab. A flash of yellowish-green peaking from the hood. The fruits of his and Sebek’s sewing lesson from weeks ago. Silver knew in that hood was a crudely stitched-in bat (From when he was in the war his father told him, to keep others from stealing his cloak), a simple bright green oval, a chartreuse blob to mimic a crocodile, and a simple ivory-colored smaller bat. Father always stated it was his lucky cloak.

Though he tried to hide it, Silver knew his father’s hair was streaked with blocks of white strands. They were debating on which color he was going to dye it next. Silver was so close to convincing him to try orange, he knew it’d look ridiculous, but his father would do it if he could persuade him properly.

And the final secret Silver could easily see was how his father fidgeted with the bracelet he had gifted him. It was something of a nervous tick, the fae would at times look into the distance and simply tape his sharp nails against the seeds. Sometimes Silver worried he would break the charm one day, only to watch the same worry overtake his father would he seemingly tapped too hard.

He wasn’t sure of the severity of this decision, but he had his options and his choice was clear.

Silver squared his shoulders, keeping his eyes trained on his father as he walked towards him. His stride only stops when the woman gives a heartbroken cry of ‘Beau’. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the strange family crumbled, tears gathering in their eyes. The woman all but falls to the floor, being held up by her husband who looks at him in disapproval. The boy’s expression hurts, it’s pleading, heartbroken. Silver strangely felt for him the most, but he couldn’t leave his father to his lonesome.

Before long Silver was standing right in front of Lilia, bright aurora-colored eyes trying to catch glittering magenta ones. Lilia laughs, short and almost damp. He finally looks at Silver, expression pained as he fights back his tears, “You wish to go with me?”

Silver nods, not a moment of hesitation, “I’m ready to go home now father.”

Lilia doesn’t hesitate either. Scooping Silver into his arms, tucking his son’s face into his neck and walking from the chamber at a quick pace. Silver hears chaos engulf the room, the woman from before starting to scream in anger and Her Majesty raising her voice to demand she calms herself. Silver looks up from his father’s collar, catching hauntingly similar aurora eyes before the doors close behind them.

“Of course the Durands never let it rest. Maleficia was honest with them…” Lilia sighed, looking down at a sleeping Silver, “Silver doesn’t count as ‘Stolen by Fae’. As such there was no trade, so no proper test could be given and Silver was left to pick where he went.”

“Did they not…think he would pick you? I mean you were his dad for his whole life…”

Malleus sighed from his chair, eyes gazing into the green fireplace, he hint of annoyance curling his lip, “My grandmother warned them of that likelihood. But they were insistent on Silver knowing he’d want to be with ‘his blood’...” Malleus wouldn’t speak of the shouting match that broke out when Lilia fled the room with Silver. But, he was just as smug when his grandmother smiled and explained to the wailing queen that Silver had made his choice.

“The silly boy really just walked up to me with no doubt in his heart. But, from there, the Durand family was calling at our home near weekly.” Lilia sighs, remembering the string of panic attacks he’d gain waking up to iron-clad knights banging on his cottage's front door. The number of letters he’d start to just burn in the fireplace, each one detailing and painting him as a wicked being for stealing a vulnerable infant from his loving home.

Yuu scoffed, leaning back into the couch, “What? So they just show up every few days to bother you guys and shout that you’re not a real family?”

“Not nearly as much as before. But basically.” Sebek sighed, shaking his head in mild irritation, “The king and queen have stopped coming so often, only at the yearly Peace Treaty celebration held at our borders.”

“They stopped visiting around Silver’s 10th birthday…Louis still spends his summers camped out in the woods with his posse.” Malleus pouts, the windows darkening as his mood briefly soured, muttering under his breath, “They keep sending him gifts heavy in iron though…”

Lilia caresses Silver’s head, smiling at his serene face, “Louis always tried so hard to be by Silver the first few visits. He was more docile when beside him, but when anyone tried to detach them, he’d throw such tantrums.”

Malleus looked to Lilia, eyes lidded in annoyance, “Tanturms. Lilia, he stabbed you when you tried to wipe Silver’s face.”

Lilia waves Malleus’s words off, ignoring Yuu’s surprised laughter, “It didn’t even draw blood. Barely counts as a stab.”

Lilia would never lie, but he never told the whole truth either. He never told Maleficia the truth the night he brought a human baby for her blessing and he thinks he never will. He didn’t lie, he never stole Silver. But, he never told anyone the whole story.

He met the Knight of Dawn the night Maleaonor died, the knight had saved both his and Malleus’ lives. They barely spoke, eyes meeting before the knight turned around. He told him and Baul to run, that he’d deal with whoever entered the tunnel after them.

It’s embarrassing, Lilia thinks to himself sometimes. The fact that simple action was enough to make his heart flutter, in the moment he attributed it to his adrenaline. But he still blushed and whispered under his breath a basic blessing as a thank you.

Lilia thinks he’s cursed to take care of the children of those he loves. He cared about Maleficia for taking him in and then he became Maleanor’s keeper. He loved Maleanor and Revan, Malleus was more his mother’s son than his father’s he’s realizing. And only once his heart fluttered and now he’s staring down at a sobbing infant.

He wasn’t sure why he walked to this old place, taken over by the people who killed his friend and orphaned his charge. But a part of him was happy he did. Two children in a basic bassinet, one sleeping peacefully while the other wailed. How his sibling didn’t wake up worried Lilia, but he decided to tend to the screaming one first.

One blessing later, the baby’s golden hair turned Silver. At least whoever took care of them would be able to tell them apart now. Soon he pulled away from the bassinet, leaving the awake infant to start crying again. It pained him to leave the poor dears, but they were human and he was a fae. He couldn’t look after them properly. So he’d drop a hint to the Human kingdom, something about hearing the sounds of a crying baby in the abandoned ‘First Castle’.

It was easy to connect the dots when the neighboring kingdom spoke of the joyous event of the queen birthing two twin boys. Lilia was fine with that, those boys deserved a happy home full of love and care. One he could not give, not since his own efforts took so long to even hatch Malleus. A human child can’t live as long as it takes for him to muster enough love for a child to be raised on.

But only a week later, walking through the woods in his late-night musings, he hears a familiar cry. In the silver band of moonlight, he finds that same infant crying nestled in the roots of a dying tree. The basic nightgown was gone, the baby simply wrapped in a blanket, though surprisingly a thin gold chain with a familiar golden ring. Lilia so badly wanted to turn and walk away, maybe leave another tip to the humans they seemed to be missing a whole baby.

Instead, the infant cried, tiny pudgy hands reaching out to him for comfort. He really had gotten weak in his old age. Sweeping the baby into his arms he hummed the lullaby he’s been singing for centuries. And as the baby slept in his arms he smiled, walking back to his cottage, “Guess I will be taking care of you after all, aren’t I little one?”

Lilia didn’t take this child. He never even lifted him from that bassinet when he found both of them. This wasn’t kidnapping nor an act of theft. He was simply taking in a child he found in the woods and that’s all anyone had to know.

“Hmm…You need a name…Silver, Like a moonbeam in the dark…” He laughed, pressing a kiss to the soft strands, “And for your hair!”

Lilia wouldn’t tell the whole story, but he didn’t lie. He found Silver in the forest and he was his son.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #yuu oc #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #mallyuu #malleus x yuu #malleus x reader #twst malleus #malleus draconia #silver vanrouge #twst silver #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #twist oc #diasomnia

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xstrawberryshiftsx · 4 months ago

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Titan Valor Academy dr pt3!

I switched to third person because it’s easier to write with <3

pt1/pt2

Her dorm room was massive, it came with a fridge, mini dining room and bathroom. There was a large window taking up half of one of the walls looking down on all of the campus.

When Dove lived in Sydney she shared a house with three of her older friends that lived in a small two bedroom apartment, Dove payed her quarter and she slept in the couch, it sounded bad and it was super illegal but she was comfortable and happy…until that swarm of agents broke in, kidnapped her and eventually shipped her off to TVA…fun

Knock.

knock.

Looks like Zipper was here.

Zipper showed them the way down to the dining hall, Dove soon realised that they both had a shared love for ‘the walking dead’ and ‘supernatural’ and chatted about it as they walked through the hall trying to find a seat.

“C’mon over here-that’s where all the year ones sit.” They pointed over to a long table full of a cluster of 16-17 year olds all wearing the TVA uniform. Before Dove could say anything, zipper shouted:

“Oi! Guys this is Dove, be nice!” The group of students turned to stare at Dove…who all of a sudden felt very uncomfortable.

“Listen I got to go see my girlfriend Ruby-so uh…have fun!”

And with that Zipper disappeared in a cloud of electricity and smoke.

“Uh-Hey, I’m @st4rshipr4nger, but just call me star”

finally, after what seemed like ages one of the teenagers spoke up, she was blonde and pale and sitting next to her was a dark haired boy with his arm around her.

After her a few others spoke up:

A quite but very sweet girl called @ningsols, followed after by a girl who looked almost exactly like a doll called @lilydreamss. Another few spoke up as well, someone named @sugaredlavenderhearts who had a bright long red hair and a slightly cold girl who Dove only found out was named @livingsecret when Zipper told them later that night.

Dinner was loud and chaotic, dove was seated next to a curly haired girl called @ottaorca, they mostly talked about how they both had water related powers, ottacora could water bend and Dove…dove was an evil mermaid apparently.

Just as dinner was wrapping up two tall teenage boys walked in, one wore glasses and had messy brown hair, he was carrying a satchel and was shorter than the other. The other one had dark black hair and for some reason wasn’t wearing the school uniform, they where arguing and the tallest one was holding what seemed to be a camera over the brunettes head.

“your sooo funny kenji-now give it back”

“what’s the fuss Parker? Take it yourself it’s not like I’m hiding it from you” Kenji smirked as he held the camera just a few inches away from the other boys head.

“Peter-it’s Peter unless you can’t hear me over all the hairspray you force your hair to consume everyday”

Kenji rolled his eyes and tossed peter the camera before running his hands through his hair and walking away to the table.

Peter let out a sigh of relief and put his camera away into his satchel and followed after.

“Don’t worry there friends” @ningsols said suddenly appearing from nowhere.

“they just like stirring the pot” @ottaorca added in shrugging before they both turned there attention back to their meal

ITS FINISHED FINALLY

sorry it took so long 😭

I tried to get as many of you guys in it as possible but some had to be left out and will (hopefully) be in the next one!

also sorry if I got your personality wrong! I was just trying to work best with what I got xx

@ottaorca

@kazanfamily

@st4rshipr4nger

@lilydreamss

@maddies-chronicles

@sugaredlavenderhearts

@ningsols

@zipperrants

@littlecoffeeadict

@livingsecret

@everythingismesworlds

#shifting blog #shifting #reality shifting #shifting antis dni #shifting community #shifting consciousness #shifting diary #shifting motivation #shifting script #shifting stories #shiftblr #shifters #permashifting #shifttok #shifter #shifting realities #desired reality

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yuurei20 · 1 year ago

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in the first novel, what did Ace and Deuce give to Yuuya and Grim when calling him stubborn? And what gift did Cater give to Yuuya later?

Hello hello! My apologies for any confusion!

Ace and Deuce give Yuuya a gift from Cater in that scene, and in the follow-up scene we learn what it was: matching ribbons for Yuuya and Grim!

"‘Oh, Cater-senpai—thank you for the gift!’ Yuuya points to his chest. The present he received via Ace and Deuce was a ribbon.

It is larger than the palm of his hand, alternating in the colors red and black. In the center is a heart-shaped brooch with a crown, shining bright. It is an adorable design, clearly crafted to match the Heartslabyul dorm uniform.

Yuuya wears it as a corsage on his uniform jacket, adding a touch of elegance to his all-black uniform.

'It suits you so well, Yuu-chan! What do you think? It's pretty cute, right? A masterpiece from your big bro ♪’

‘Yes, I really like it. And Grim is delighted.'

Instead of his usual striped ribbon, Grim’s magestone now dangles from a ribbon that matches Yuuya’s corsage, tied about his neck in a bow with a heart-shaped brooch on one end. Cater wastes no time getting a picture of the two in their matching ribbons."

#twstask

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pink-eye-liner · 7 months ago

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Hello, so I was just at Tumblr and someone was saying that there are not enough Dizzie fanifcs and I couldn't agree more. So I wrote one (will be more then one in the future) So let's all read this and act like Kitty's diary does not exist :)

The sun was going down meaning that it was time for Daring to go back to his room. For some reason he was feeling all soft and fuzzy inside. Was it because he had won the bet he made with Sparrow?

Yeah, probably, what other reason could it be?

Truth be told, he actually forgot about the bet while he was up on Legend's back with Lizzie.

Daring had to really think about what would make Lizzie swoon, he had never needed to work so hard for other girls, all he had to do was smile at them and they would fall to his feet. Lizzie wasn't like that, she was much more harsh and harder to impress, to the point where he felt the genuine need to 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 impress her, and it was worth it when he did. Because for the first time he heard her laugh, and the sound of it would put any melody the Pied Piper has ever produced to shame.

He carried this feeling as he practically skipped to his dorm room with a massive smile on his face. Daring stopped on his tracks when he heard the sound of an obnoxiously loud electric guitar paired with an equally obnoxiously loud voice that could only belong to one person.

Sparrow saw him in the distance and immediately ran towards him with Hopper following behind.

"SO?! HOW. IS . IT. GOING?!" Sparrow asked (sung)

Hopper noticed the happy go lucky vibe Daring was emitting and wrapped an arm around his shoulder "You seem happy, did you actually do it?"

Hopper and Sparrow looked at him with anticipation, Sparrow looking a bit more nervous as he noticed that Daring did in fact look very happy.

The smile on Daring's face slowly started to fade as he was reminded of their bet, and that if he lost, he would have to wash Sparrow's grimnastics uniform after swamp swimming. Just that though alone made him shiver. At the same time he was reminded that Lizzie wanted to keep what they had a secret.

Daring's silence made Sparrow think that Daring did not in fact succeed and yelled (sung) in his face "OH! I BET SHE TOTALLY REJECTED YOU!"

Daring brought his hand to his face and placed it on the spot that Lizzie kissed, then her smile flashed in his mind along with the reminder his promise to her that he wouldn't tell anyone.

So, swallowing his pride, Daring looked at Sparrow and Hopper and said "Yes, you're right. She did in fact reject me. I lost"

Sparrow shredded his guitar with happiness and jumped up in the air screaming "ALRIGHT!" surprising Daring for a second.

"You know what this means, Daring" Hopper said.

"Yeah yeah..."

The next day, after swamp swimming, Daring sat in front of their school with a large container full of soap and water, washing away at Sparrow's grimnastics uniform (including his socks, gross) as other students looked and laughed at him.

It was both humiliating and degrading to say the least. Sparrow sing-yelling jokes and taunts at him only added salt to the injury.

Then out of he corner of his eyes he saw Lizzie walking to school, she spotted him then gave him a wink before she continued to walk inside the school.

Daring sighed dreamily as the soft and fuzzy feeling returned to him for a bit as he remembered their 'date' yesterday.

With a small smile now on his face, he wonders if he could talk to her after this public show of humiliation. Hopefully she considered his invitation to go on another date with him cuz he knew 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 where to take her.

Some hours later, Daring was in his and Dexter's dorm room standing in front of one of his many full body mirrors now wearing his normal clothes again, checking every inch of himself to make sure that he was perfect before he went out to look for Lizzie.

Dexter was minding his own business doing his thronework (homework) but he couldn't help but notice that Daring was acting weird. Yeah he was starring at himself in the mirror which was completely normal, but- the way he was checking himself as if he's restless was what made Dexter worry a bit "Is something wrong, Daring?" He said "You seem... Stressed"

"Oh don't be ridiculous little bro" Daring said before letting out a nervous laugh "What would I, Daring Charming, have anything to worry about?" Daring then proceeded to aggressively brush his hair.

Dexter raised an eyebrow at his brother, who in return gave him a smile way too wide for it to be normal, before fixing himself in the mirror again.

Dexter just shrugged and returned to his thronework, giving himself a mental note to ask Daring's friends if anything had happened recently.

Turns out, Daring didn't need to look for Lizzie since they shared the next class together more specifically- kingdom Management.

He couldn't bring himself to focus on what their teacher- The white Queen- was talking about. I mean how could he when there was a gorgeous red and black haired ferocious wonderlandian princess sitting in his far far right four rows in front if him?

Daring ended up just starring at her from afar. He's never realy bothered to look at anyone besides himself before, but looking at Lizzie Hearts now, Daring found himself wanting too look at her instead of himself.

While Daring was starring at Lizzie, she suddenly looked over her shoulder and took a short glace at him, their eyes met for a mere second before they both turned their heads the other way in a panick, their blood rushing up their faces turning their cheeks red.

Lizzie caught Daring starring at her and Daring caught Lizzie stealing a glance at him.

Daring put his hand above his chest and tried to calm down his beating heart. He glanced at Lizzie Hearts again and saw her head burried in her notebook while writing profusely.

He realized that she was flustered too, that made him smile.

Then the realization that he had been flustered dawned on him. This was particularly strange for Daring. He was used to making damsels all shy and flustered, not the other way around. Although technically Lizzie was no damsel.

When Class was over Daring went to up Lizzie and tried to act casual about it.

"So... Lizzie... Hi" Daring said while pointing finger guns at her, he mentally slapped himself because what the actual hex was that?! If he had been Hopper then he would have turned into a frog just now

"Oh, hi Daring" Lizzie giggled before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear "Umm, what were you doing washing Sparrow's grimnastics uniform in front of the school today?" She asked.

Daring scratched the back of his neck while letting out an awkward laugh which made Lizzie raise a brow "Oh nothing just- guy stuff"

Lizzie put her hand in front of her mouth as she let out a laugh "Did you loose a bet or something?" She joked.

Daring stopped himself from physically recoiling that that, did she know? If she did then he can't imagine a world where she wouldn't get angry and never speaking to him again. That though alone was worse then living in a world without mirrors. But Lizzie wasn't currently angry meaning that she doesn't know. "Haha... Yeah, yeah I guess you could say I did"

Lizzie cleared her throat and stepped a bit closer to Daring which earned a blush from him "So... About that second date... I might take you up on that"

Daring burst with excitement and hastily grabbed her hands which made Lizzie's face equally as red as the heart on her left eye "Great! Meet me that the book ball field after school"

Lizzie heard him but was too starstruck and flustered looking at their intertwined hands to reply.

Daring noticed and immediately let go, putting his hands behind his back and looking away "Okay- alright so-... I'll see you later" Daring scurried away to prepare for their next date.

Meanwhile Lizzie had to stop herself from jumping up and down in happiness as she put her hands over her mouth and let out a squeal.

#eah #ever after high #lizzie hearts #daring charming #dizzie #this is just the first chapter #I'll be posting the updates on AO3 #after i write them #lizzie x daring #daring x lizzie #My AO3 is MyUnstablenessIsConcerning

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writing-rat · 1 year ago

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Non-Uniform Day

Pairings: Wednesday x Enid

Content Warning: Fluff, clothes sharing

Summary: Enid and Wednesday decide to share clothing for a day.

It was a rare occasion for Nevermore where students dressed in whatever they want as long as there was nothing too short or sexual. Enid was excited for it as she had plans. She knew she had left it last minute but it was to try and convince her girlfriend even more. “Hey babe,” Enid spoke as she was walking into their shared dorm, going behind Wednesday’s seat and hugged her from behind before kissing her neck.

Wednesday let out a hum of acknowledgment before she looked back. “Yes cara mia?” she asked, knowing that Enid wanted to ask her something.

“You know how it’s a no uniform day tomorrow… can we switch clothes?” Enid asked. Wednesday sighed, as she expected the question sooner or later.

“No,” she spoke. “I will not wear colours. Allergic,” Wednesday explained.

“But you have medication! I’ve seen it, please,” Enid whined out, soon flopping onto her. Wednesday tensed her jaw before sighing.

“Only because it is you,” Wednesday finally agreed, knowing Enid would keep pestering her about it. Enid clapped happily before she went over to her girlfriend’s closet and was looking in it, soon picking out some black sweatpants, a Frankenstein shirt and her hoodie with the family name and quote. Wednesday watched her before she was finishing her writing hour. She would search Enid’s closet after. Eventually it finished and she went over to the wardrobe, Enid watching eagerly as she was laid in her bed, laptop on lap and watching a film. It sounded like she was watching ‘Titanic’. She soon grabbed out a pair of dark orange shorts that reached her knees (it would reach midthigh on Enid) and a purple top, that was too bright for her liking but she would have to cope. She also got her pink coat that had some bloodstains on it still. Enid couldn’t help the upwards quirk. ‘Of course she’d choose that’ she thought to herself then shook her head. She couldn’t wait for the next day…

It was soon the next day and Enid was up earlier than Wednesday, wide awake and dressed. She went to Wednesday’s side as she was sitting next to the bed, waiting ever so patiently. She was hoping she’d wake up soon even though it was 4:30am. At 5am, Wednesday stirred and fear was in her eyes once she saw Enid at the side of her bed immediately. She sighed. “Enid,” she greeted.

“Babe!” Enid spoke back and kissed her forehead.

“Why are you up so early?” Wednesday then grumbled out as she was slowly sitting up, stretching like a cat. Enid adored that. “I was excited for today. Aren’t you?” Enid bounced as she quickly handed over Wednesday’s allergy medication. Wednesday sighed, taking the amount required before she got up. “I am mon loup,” Wednesday admitted, kissing Enid’s cheek before she stood up. “I may get ready for the day now love,” Wednesday added on. Enid nodded, letting Wednesday shower, brush her teeth and dress. In return she would wait in her bed and listen to music. She would always make sure to listen out for the door to turn around in time to respect Wednesday’s privacy.

It was around 7:30am the 2 girls wandered down the hall. They both were aware of the staring from other students mainly because it was obvious they switched clothes. Wednesday looked stoic as usual while Enid was overjoyed before she wandered them both over to the usual table. There was Ajax, Bianca, Yoko, Divina, Kent and Eugene sat down and was talking. They all had their individual clothing on. “Protein bar?” Enid asked Wednesday, going to get their breakfast. Wednesday nodded.

“Black coffee,” she added on, knowing Enid would get it anyway. Enid was nodding.

“Liking the new style,” Bianca snickered out as Eugene smiled at Wednesday. Everyone else complimented it which Wednesday hated admittedly but she decided to not say due to a protein bar being dropped next to her. She proceeded to eat it, talking to everyone casually before Enid kissed Wednesday’s cheek. “Looking good E,” Yoko whistled out jokingly as Divina rolled her eyes with a smile but nodded. “You would definitely fit in with the Addams,” Divina spoke. Wednesday smirked proudly while Enid blushed red then nodded.

“I guess I do since I have one soft for me. Isn’t that right babycakes?” Enid spoke. Wednesday blushed but glared. “I am not afraid to hurt anyone,” Wednesday warned. “But never me, isn’t that right?” Enid asked. Wednesday nodded but was glaring.

“Simp…” Yoko spoke. That’s when Wednesday grabbed the knife and quickly went to stab Yoko before Enid held her hand.

“You can stab at lunchtime, just not in my clothes,” Enid warned Wednesday with a growl. Wednesday sighed then nodded.

#wenclair #ratboy writing #wednesday #wednesday x enid

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casp1an-sea · 7 months ago

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Robin Terach

My Twst OC based on Peter Pan

RP ACOUNT: @robinbanks-accidentally

————————————————————————— Robin is an RSA student and Housewarden of his dorm. Him and a few other students including his bestie, his ride or die, his homie, his bro, his boy, his Vice Housewarden Elijah (character owned by @xen-blank) are doing and exchange program at NRC (hence the uniform) where they stay in some of the empty rooms at Ramshackle along side it’s prefect(s) and their pet monster.

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Male, He/him, Gay, Polyamorous

Species: Fae

Grade: Junior

Age: 18

Height: 5’6”/168cm

Dominant Hand: ambidextrous

Likes: cooking (pls don’t let him he’s like Lillia level Bad)

Favorite food: Fairy Bread

Goofy Facts:

he bring sprinkles with him everywhere he goes and puts them on everything

He carries around thimbles to give them out as “kisses” mostly only gives them to Eli though

Once accidentally robbed bank, and had to get bailed out by Eli’s Dad, who just happens to be crewel

On that same day, he also got a tattoo of a ghost with a clown wig on his wrist. All his other tattoos are fake he’s not good with needles.

The stripes on his face are face paint

He has a very good relationships with the pixies. His necklace is enchanted by them.

Floyd’s nickname for him is Rainbowfish and Rook’s is Monsieur Sprinkles

His teeth are jacked up I was gonna make a joke about him being British but Peter is like one of the only characters in that movie who isn’t

He is an orphan

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Signature spell:

Friendly Shadow: basically, it makes his shadow sentient

Incantation: After all, one can’t leave his shadow lying about and not miss it sooner or later. Don’t you agree? Friendly Shadow!

I know the preparations are wack

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@xen-blank @thehollowwriter @ferris-the-wheel @fizzydreamz @hyperfixation-or-death

@ravenwing0110 @keii-starz @distant-velleity

@krenenbaker @elenauaurs @the-banana-0verlord @edith-is-a-cat @dove-da-birb

@cimonim-crunch

Let me know if you want to be added :)

#cas’s ocs #twisted wonderland #peter pan #original character #Xe.Lu.Le :)#twst rsa

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siphoklansan · 2 years ago

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300 Followers Milestone Celebration🎉

Introducing…

꧁𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐤𝗼𝐫𝐧𝗺𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚꧂

อนันต์ อัฏฐกรเมธา

“A young man from a fallen kingdom, his name strikes fear into many hearts.”

Height : 186 cm.

Birthday : October 8th

Age: 18

Homeland : East of Scalding Sands

Best Subject : Astrology

Club: Magical Shift club

Talents: Knowledgeable in astrology and fortune telling, Skilled with archery

Hobby: Crochet, Weaving silk

Likes: Animals, chrysanthemum tea, supernaturals

Dislikes: Misunderstandings

Favorite Food: Street Food

Least Favorite food: pomegranates

꧁𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 & 𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬꧂

"𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞" The ability to reverse a person’s (or multiple) movements and objects’ movement/form. The length of how far back he can reverse is unknown, but he usually only goes back to 10 seconds. The longer he reverses, the more stamina it takes.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 : Warriors are adorned with talisman (tattoos) , giving wearers resistance to black magic and blot. And also some resistance to normal physical damage (ex. a normal blade, a bullet)

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 : Anan is from a blood line directly from The King of Yakshas. He has an enormous amount of mana, making him a very powerful mage both in magical and physical terms.

꧁𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧꧂

His last name : “Atthakornmetha” means a philosopher with skills as if they posses eight arms. Strange, right?

Anan is inspired by a character from a literature called Ramakien (รามเกียรต์). It is a Thai version of Ramayana (just in case this rings a bell to anyone). The character Anan is inspired by is….*drumroll please!* Thotsakan! Bro is the antagonist of the story and has TWENTY ARMS AND TEN FACES…WHAT-

Thotsakan has the ability to remove his heart. He stores it in a box far away from him, so he’s technically immortal. But if he’s near the box, the heart returns to him so he’s not immortal anymore. I initially planned this to be Anan’s Unique Magic, but man, it’s too op like😭 Bro can rival Malleus and I don’t want to make a very OP character. Weaknesses are good!

Adding on to the previous paragraph, the information about Thotsakan’s ability will have something to do with his backstory…stay tuned >:-)

My best friend helped me design Anan. She’s amazing at art and very creative too!

My sister also helped me with some headcanons for him AND his unique magic!<3

I have a lot to work on with Anan, at first, his personality is similar to Malleus. It was difficult to put my finger on something unique for him.

Screaming crying throwing up on whether or not I should create a new dorm for my OCs or shove them into one of the seven dorms. Thing is I already designed a unique dorm uniform for them </3 so for now, Anan will be wearing an orange vest. I’ll edit this post later if I changed my mind!

꧁𝐀𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧꧂

Anan really likes animals, especially small and cute ones like rabbits and hamsters. But animals occasionally run away from him. They’re scared of my boi :(

Anan is the type of friend to always look out for you. When you bend down near a table, his hand will cover the edge of the table so you don’t get hurt. Bro always saves a seat for you during lunch time. Bro remembers your birthday too.

He…has an RBF. He’s very friendly, but he just looks intimidating/angry all the time.

He’s also the type to carry a small pouch around with essential items inside. Your lips are chapped? Say no more, he got chu. Need some mints? Here you go, m’lord/lady. Your nails are dirty? Here’s a nail clipper-

Anan is not afraid to show affection. He will show you that he cares, public or private. He’s always there if you need something, and not in a suffocating way either. Despite his intimidating aura (and looks) if you manage (somehow) to relax and let your guard down, he doesn’t seem so intimidating anymore. And it’s quite relaxing.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 300+ FOLLOWERS💗 I’m so happy I get to share my art on tumblr, in a wonderful community and have people enjoying my silly little art! I’d love to interact with everybody so don’t be shy to ask some questions or barge into my askbox! Thank you again~

Lmk if you have any questions or headcanons about Anan, I’d love to hear them🫶

#my dumbass forgot to draw the dorm ribbon thingy on his arm #he’s also supposed to wear rings on his left hand #but due to the angle its a bit hard to draw it so i removed it for now #and yes he has a back tattoo #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland oc #twst wonderland oc #twst oc #oc #original character #twisted wonderland orginial character #ilysm guys thank you!💞🫶#☂︎︎siphok-museum☂︎︎#➪siphok-ANNOUNCING➪

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h0neybane · 3 months ago

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ZVA worldbuilding

just some world building for my ghibli-inspired-twst school, zephyr valley academy! this'll all be in a similar order to the one of the wiki page for night raven college

enrollment:

you can definitely apply to get in but i do think some students are handpicked for different reasons!

i think one of the best parts of ghibli films are the walking shots. moments in which characters are just walking to their next destination and you get to see the environment and detailing in the background... i think hayao miyazaki called them something, but i cant remember what it is.

the reason i bring this up is because i think when students are enrolled in ZVA, since the academy is in such a remote and rural area, they're dropped off at a certain point and then have to travel on foot to the building for the entrance ceremony. i dont think it's a long walk by any means: maybe like 30 minutes max and that's pushing it.

but i do think there are a lot of sights the students get to see while walking there. mountainsides, fields, lakes, undisturbed by society.. it's a very peaceful place. i also think maybe the walk should be timed with the sunrise? just cus its cool

during the entrance ceremony each student will receive a broach with their magestone, in which the color matches their dorm (link in next point!)

i mentioned this in my original uniform post, but also during the entrance ceremony, incoming first years recieve an enchanted leaf laurel and boa (shown here) that doesn't have any flowers. throughout their time at the academy, flowers representing them will sprout from the leaves. here's a timeline of the progression of the flowers:

first year: pretty much empty at the start of the year. little sprouts may begin to grow throughout their first year, and most have 2-5 small flowers. especially exceptional students may already have one or two bigger flower buds

second year: more sprouts start to grow, lots of wild variants; i think the second year is where students begin to experiment a little. by the end of the year, most have bigger flowers waiting to bloom. some exceptional students will have fully bloomed flowers already

third year: big flower buds begin to bloom throughout the year. many have grown a lot as mages over their time. by the end of the year, third year students will have rows of flowers around their shoulders and head.

fourth year: fully bloomed. students enter internships and graduate :]

ALSO the boa and laurel change colors with the seasons until it goes into full bloom where its enchanted to always be healthy and bloomed

i think itd make sense for ZVA to have a large (at least larger than usual) fae population considering how nature-connected it is...

ZVA is a co-ed school!!! both girls and boys attend!!!

history:

i feel like ZVA is younger than NRC and RSA but not by very much! where NRC and RSA are 500 years old (i'm saying 500 for simplicity sake; according to the wiki, it's AT LEAST 500), ZVA would probably be 400-300 years old.

here are the figures each dorm is based on, in no particular order (some of these are undecided and will be added later!)

the wizard of ingary (howl from howl's moving castle)

totoro

i cant decided between kaonashi (no face) or haku for spirited away... maybe i'll do a special case where the dorm itself is split into two?

undecided (ponyo)

undecided but im considering doing an offshoot dorm/group based around that boar thing from the start of the movie.. (princess mononoke)

castle in the sky (undecided)

undecided (kiki's delivery service... it might just be kiki but i need to watch the movie before i decide)

i dont have any values for them for now (like how heartslabyul is based on queen of hearts and her severity, savanaclaw is based on king of beasts and tenacity, etc) but i think ill come up with them after some watching...

i also want to add traces of other movies that arent dorms! maybe in events or classes? speaking of events...

traditions and events:

VDC/SDC is definitely one of them! i think they get pretty far in the competition for the cute peaceful vibes but then i think they get beat out by nrc and rsa LOL

interdorm magift/spelldrive: i dont think theyre like SUPER GOOD but also i do think they've won a couple of times

i mentioned this as a serencor (howl dorm) tradition but wouldnt it be so cute if there was a hat-making event honoring sophie... LIKE IMAGINING HOWL MAKING IT A THING JUST FOR HER... AUGUHGJHGJ

halloween: i think itd be interesting if some of the creepier stuff from ghibli films popped up here (say, no face/kaonashi and the boar worm god thing from princess mononoke)

something spirited away related. i DONT KNOW WHAT but its spirited away related.

reputation:

ZVA is known for its nature and being super duper peaceful!! it has a really good reputation among the public and its up there with RSA and NRC!

but at the same time i think itd be so funny if some of the other magic schools made fun of them for being hippies or something LMFAO

uniforms: (i WILL draw all these ideas i PROMISE)

i already did the normal school uniform (here) but i do think there are variations to it for summer and winter! like NRC, ZVA provides a winter coat and has an alternate summer uniform (it's pretty much just the same but short silk socks instead of stockings or kneesocks and short sleeved shirts)

ceremonial robes: i have no idea yet but im so excited to design them... im thinking going in the direction of a kimono or yukata as a homage to ghibli being based in japan

pe uniform: im sorry but nrc's PE uniforms are so. ugly. i think maybe a t-shirt and some shorts + socks? classic

labwear: pretty much the same as nrc's tbh. lab safety is important chat (IM LOOKING AT YOU 90% OF TWST CAST. PUT YOUR FUCKIN HAIR UP)

that's all i have for now! but i will make another one continuing on this tomorrow probably! as always, feel free to give me input!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanschool #twisted wonderland fanschool #zephyr valley academy

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maccreadysbaby · 3 months ago

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Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

just another moment with our bell 🥹🫶🏻 also bentley do be STRUGGLIN

part fourteen

❝ THE RIGHT THING ❞

MONDAY — JULY 23 — 7:23AM

BENTLEY HAD NEVER BEEN PART OF SOMETHING QUITE AS CHAOTIC AS THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL WITH SIX ROOMMATES.

Having not gone back to sleep after Bellamy woke him up, Bentley took the time to actually make sure he looked okay, that he had the uniform on right and that he did his hair just the way Dick had taught him. He organized his backpack like he'd never organized anything in his entire life, double and triple checking that he had everything he could ever need for his classes on him at all times.

Speaking of classes -- he had seven of them, every single day at Redwood. Seven. Back in Gotham, he did well enough to keep up with four. But now it was seven -- and Asten was only in two. Which definitely didn't make him even more anxious than he already was. (It wasn't like the campus was literal square miles in size or anything!)

Contrary to Bentley's solid panic-induced logic, all of his roommates decided that going back to sleep after Bellamy's scare and getting ready later was the best course of action.

Classes started at eight, and the come-whenever-you-want style breakfast ended at seven-fifty-five. Valor said it would be best if they left their dorm at seven.

It was seven-twenty-three, and only two of them (Bentley being one) were presentable enough to even think about venturing into the hallway.

Bentley was sat at the dining table, religiously scanning the map of the campus over and over, trying to gather his bearings and vaguely locate his classes. He hadn't been quite that anxious since his first day at Gotham Academy — that kind of anxious that made his whole body buzz, that sort of made him want to throw up. Redwood Academy was huge, and there were well over a dozen buildings, maybe even two dozen. Every single one of his classes was in a different building that he'd have to find and memorize. Not to mention finding rooms once he found said buildings. He didn't have any maps for those, only a lonely room number and force of will. He could get so utterly, embarrassingly, painfully lost on a campus so big. So painstakingly, ashamedly, catastrophically lost.

He kept jittering at the table, dressed and ready with his full backpack on his back, the contents of which he'd re-checked at least seven times just since leaving his bedroom. Asten was still in their bathroom, trying to tame is lion's mane of a hairdo. (Bentley had told him showering ten minutes before they had to leave was a bad idea, but it had ended up being even worse after Asten tried to blow-dry his hair to make it, quote-on-quote, be better faster.)

It wasn't helping Bentley's stress levels at all that a very pale-looking Varian was sat in the kitchen floor, dawning half a uniform and pajama pants, with a (surprisingly ready-to-go) Koa forcing Capri-Suns down his throat like a human feeding tube. His blood sugar had been far too low, he'd said, but shrugged off help because he was used to it.

Exactly thirteen seconds later, Koa had to catch him mid-blackout.

No one seemed bothered by Varian legitimately fainting right in the middle of their dorm, which maybe meant it happened a lot? Bentley wasn't sure. Apparently Koa had been dealing with it for a while, because he knew exactly what to do, and the others trusted him enough to pay the pair no mind.

Bentley, however, was bothered enough for all seven of them -- adding on another layer of oh-my-God-my-roommate-is-literally-incoherently-ill-on-the-floor adrenaline and panic that was so extremely unnecessary at that particular moment. (How could they just be normal when one of them was laid out on the floor? Were they sure he would be fine? Would he be able to go to class? Why did no one else seem half as terrified as Bentley felt?)

The pre-made holes in the back Valor's uniforms were too small for his wings, so he and Rockie, both still in pajamas twenty-three minutes after their allotted leaving time, were in the living area hacking at them with scissors. Bentley kept glancing over to check the progress -- which he gauged through how many shreds of fabric were all over the floor. Valor kept trying stuff on and cussing with his British accent, and it might've been funny if Bentley could think about anything besides how terrified he was.

And Bellamy...

Well, Bellamy just hadn't come out of his room yet.

Bentley traced the lines of the campus buildings with his eyes over and over and over until he thought his brain might bleed, the vague sounds of scissors and Capri-Suns crinkling being the only ambiance he was allowed.

It felt like starting at Gotham Academy all over again -- like he was being physically ripped away from the only people who provided little comfort to his measly life. For three years now, it had been him, Asten, and the Wayne's. Just living, just doing, in their Manor, with their family, doing their things. Helping each other and talking to each other and doing things with each other. Now it was suddenly just... him. Managing himself, his time, his choices, his everything. His whole life. (Was this what being an adult was like? Because it was horrifying.)

That in itself made him feel like even more of a dumb outcast than he already did. Kids his age practically drooled over the very prospect of being somewhere with no parental supervision, where they could do whatever, whenever. It was a thirteen-year-old's dream to be so suddenly independent, but all it did to Bentley was freak him out.

Every time he tried to do what he thought was right, he almost died. Every single time he made a choice, it had insanely dangerous and dire consequences that sucked other people in and wrecked lives. He'd nearly gotten himself killed by running away his first few months in the Manor — he ended up poisoned and in a hospital and somehow still managed to come out with a family on the other side. He'd run away again, broken into a house, gotten his best friends turned into lab-rats, took visits to death's doorstep like it was his second home, and had surely caused more emotional turmoil than any other kid in the entire world.

And still, Bruce just said yeah, sure when he asked to move two states away with a handful of other teenagers for ten months. Ten months with no physical contact where Bentley's awfully, horrendously, excruciatingly terrible decision-making could rear its ugly head in devastating ways. It didn't make sense — he didn't understand it. Part of him vaguely recognized it as Bruce trusting him -- but the other part just saw an opportunity to screw up so badly without even meaning to, like he always did.

Already, he knew things he shouldn't have known. What if he managed to drag all of his newfound friends into the insane psycho cloud of chaos that seemed to follow him like a shadow? What if he did the wrong thing? Made people mad? Got people hurt? Like he always did?

Granted, so far, he didn't know anything of life-threatening importance. But even so, if he said what he'd learned about Georgia wasn't eating away at his brain, he'd be a big fat liar. All he could see every time he looked at Rockie was her, announcing just how much she'd cheated on him, completely unbothered by it. She'd turned cheating into a game and Rockie didn't know a thing.

Bentley assumed it would be best for Rockie to know — that telling him would be the right thing to do. But, whatever Bentley thought was the right thing never actually seemed to be the right thing in the end. It always ended with crying and pain and death and terror and all the unwanted, unwarranted things that Bentley Whittaker-Wayne carried around like a parasite.

So he decided the right thing would be for him to keep his mouth glued shut. Starting drama and telling secrets wasn't in his wheelhouse. Plus, it was pretty hard to think about dropping such a big bomb on a kid he just met through the insufferable amount of stress that was threatening to turn him into an angry little puddle of goo.

"Stop, you're waterboarding me," Varian mumbled, finally drawing Bentley's attention again, batting Koa's hands (and Capri-Sun) away from his face. "You're going to overshoot my low."

Koa made a clicking noise. "I need you coherent enough to put on the rest of your uniform."

"If you make me go high... it'll be worse," He replied, fumbling to grab onto the counter and hauling himself out of the floor -- very unsteadily. His tie was on all wrong, his hair was a wreck, and the Spiderman pajama pants he was sporting were sure to get him dress-coded. Standing next to Koa in all his perfect, blonde, sunkissed, uniformed, California-ed glory made him look like a kid on a don't do drugs commercial. "Plus, the apple juice Capri-Suns are terrible. I'm going to get dressed."

Bentley watched quietly as Varian (albeit a bit unstable) shuffled back to their bedroom, Koa following behind with the Capri-Sun (and an additional unopened one) still in hand.

"Oh my God, finally," Rockie groaned. Bentley glanced over at them, his eyes bouncing across the probably thousands of shreds of uniform fabric littering the floor around the couches. Valor had finally managed to get all three layers of tops (his button up, vest, and blazer) on his person and get his wings through the holes. It had only taken them -- what, forty-five minutes?

Bentley just watched quietly as Rockie stood (trying real hard not to think about Georgia) and disappeared back into their dorm, frustrated and in a rush. Valor followed him -- hopefully to find his pants. Which he wasn't wearing. Hadn't been wearing all morning.

"You good, B?"

B was so extremely ungood that he nearly flinched himself off the bench when Asten spoke. Whirling backwards, he caught sight of the Brazilian finally making his way out of their room with his bag and uniform tidy, black and blue hair kind of fluffy but otherwise alright-looking.

"Yeah..." Bentley managed to squeak, looking back down at the map that was on the table ahead of him. Apparently it wasn't at all convincing, because he literally felt Asten give the side of his head Bruce's patented you seriously think I believe that? look.

"You're a bad liar," He replied nonchalantly, making his way over to the table and putting his bag on top of it with a thud that made Bentley jump again. "Talk."

Bentley rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. "Stressed out."

"About?"

"Life,"

Asten nodded in understanding, sliding himself onto the bench across from Bentley in an attempt to catch his eyes. It didn't work.

"You know Bruce will come get you in a heartbeat, right?" Asten questioned, tapping his fingers on the table. Why did everyone think that's what he wanted to hear? That they wouldn't mind if he chose to give up? To change his mind?

"I don't want him to come get me," Bentley spat, with way more venom than he'd intended. Still, he let it linger, because he was too ugh to workout how to backtrack. Asten didn't seem phased by the tone, anyhow. Which was good. "I just want to not screw everything up anymore... and I go and willingly put myself in the perfect situation to screw everything up."

Asten's face changed at that, fell blank -- and for a moment, his green eyes drifted to the table and stayed there.

"Well, you haven't screwed up yet," He offered, with a faint little fake smile. "You've lasted longer than I have."

Bentley said nothing. What was he supposed to say to that, anyways?

In Bentley's book, he guessed, y'know... getting drunk and kissing someone... kinda was a screw up. Asten wasn't a screw up, no, definitely not. But... Y'know. Maybe what he did kind of was. So he couldn't really disagree with him.

"I just wish I would stop being so anxious all the time," Bentley murmured instead of answering Asten directly, glancing back down at the map on the table, tapping his fingers there. "It takes over my whole life."

Asten exhaled lightly, leaning forward and propping his elbows on the table. "You've been doing way better, B. Don't ignore that."

Bentley propped his head in his hands. "Doesn't feel like it. Feels like I'm... backsliding."

"You're not," Asten replied with the shake of his head. "The Bentley Whittaker I met at Gotham Academy would have choked at the idea of moving to New York alone. And you didn't even hesitate to go off campus without me. A few years ago, you couldn't have done that."

Bentley breathed in. Logic said he had a point, but the self-destructiveness that was apparently pre-wired into Bentley's brain seemed to ignore all the logic. So he shrugged. "I don't think-"

"Bentley?" Came a small, nearly inaudible voice.

Bentley's ears perked, and he spun around, glancing at the living area. It was person-less, the furniture empty and space unfilled. Valor's uniform shreds were covering the floor, and nothing moved.

Surely he wasn't so stressed he was becoming delusional.

It took him about ten seconds to realize that Bellamy's door was cracked open the slightest bit, and Bentley could see him peeking through it.

"I'll be back," He said, rising from the bench and moving away from the table. Asten didn't reply, but pulled out his phone instead.

Bentley made his way across the room, and when he got close to Bellamy's door, Bellamy vanished from his sight.

Bentley pushed the door open just enough to get in. "Bellamy?"

His room was tidy now, spotless, really, bed made, and he was standing sort of behind the door, looking awfully embarrassed. He had his uniform on correctly, and his hair was all done. The only thing missing was-

He held up one of his hands the slightest bit, and his tie was balled up in it. He made sure not to look Bentley in the eye when he muttered: "I can't do it."

Bentley felt a little wave of something like sympathy wash over him when Bellamy recoiled a little right after he said it, like he was half expecting to be berated.

He gently pulled the tie from Bellamy's hand. "I went to a private school before this, and I didn't know on my first day, either. My brother had to teach me."

Bellamy's big brown doe eyes locked onto his, something like shock or confusion rippling across his features.

Bentley straightened the tie out and held it up. "May I?"

Bellamy nodded.

Bentley carefully looped the tie behind Bellamy's head, pulling both sides to the front and straightening them. "There's a big side and a small side."

Bellamy glanced down at the tie. "Mhm."

"You put the little side over the big side, then wrap the big one around it," He explained, doing so slowly as he explained so Bellamy had a chance of catching it. "Then the big side goes up through your neck hole, and down through the little loop you made."

He finished tying the tie, wiggling it and straightening it into place beneath Bellamy's collar with a faint smile. "Ta-da."

Bellamy looked down at it, again, looking embarrassed. "I'm not gonna remember that."

"It's okay," Bentley replied. "I'll show you again tomorrow."

Bellamy said nothing, but went toward his bed, where a brown leather backpack was laying. Bentley noticed that he tended to move in a way that indicated he was ready to run, like he was constantly prepared for whoever he was with to strike like a snake.

Bentley shifted his weight to one side. "Are you excited for your first day?"

Bellamy picked up his backpack and began sifting through it.

"No," He answered simply.

Bentley blinked a few times, shifting his weight awkwardly again. "Wanna know a secret? Neither am I."

Bellamy glanced back at him, taking a moment to stare before continuing: "Really?"

"Oh, yeah," Bentley replied. "I'm pretty sure my entire being is ninety-percent anxiety at this point."

Bellamy did a few more things with his bag and then clasped it up. It had little buckles and holes like a belt — and it looked kind of old, too.

"What's the other ten percent?" He questioned.

Bentley shrugged. "Probably my red hair."

Much to his surprise, the flat attempt at a joke actually got Bellamy to crack a tiny smile.

"Hey, can I see your schedule? Maybe we have some classes together," Bentley suggested. He wasn't quite sure how all of that worked, given Bellamy was sixth grade and he was ninth, but it wouldn't hurt to check anyways.

Bellamy didn't reply, but did go about fishing a folded up paper out of his blazer pocket. He handed it to Bentley without looking him in the eye.

Quietly, Bentley unfolded it and scanned the classes lined up in blocks across it. "It looks like we have free period at the same time. And beginners biology."

Bellamy glanced over, toward the paper. "Really?"

"Yeah," Bentley replied. "That makes me feel a little better about those classes. What about you?"

"...I guess,"

"Bentley, you two coming? Everyone's ready to go!" Asten shouted from the other room, following by a grumbled: "Mostly..."

Bentley glanced at the door, then back at Bellamy. He looked around the room, spotting a little pencil holder with a few pens on it on Bell's desk. "Here."

He grabbed one of the pens and clicked it in, scribbling his phone number on the bottom of Bellamy's schedule. "You have a phone, right? If you need me anytime during the day, call me."

Bellamy eyed the phone number like it had personally offended him. "But you'll be in class."

"It doesn't matter, if you need me," He replied, folding the paper up and handing it back to him. "Let's go suffer through this thing, yeah?"

A moment of silence passed where Bellamy said nothing. Another passed, and another, before he hesitantly nodded and grabbed his bag.

Bentley opened his door, and they filed out of his bedroom at seven-thirty-nine.

First day of school, here they come.

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