#kinda popped off ngl

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Won't You Join the Dance?

(photo from twisted wiki)

Happy Birthday to the cutest old man around, I'll be writing mostly Lillia and Malleus content for Twisted as they both have birthdays in January (so do a lot of other people I know irl). Happy New Year and may you all enjoy a little fun with this writing piece. Reader is a second year Diasomnia student and a Mock Turtle Beastman (third cow, third turtle, third human). Other little easter eggs can be found throughout this story too.

Tw: Manipulation (bro he's a fae what did you expect), peer pressure, held hostage in your own dorm, hallucinations, reader is not sober, Lillia bites you, huge power imbalance

(Y/N) gently hums a tune as they help with decorations for the coming event. The Diasomnia student was glad to see their dorm excited about honoring their vice dorm leader with a party. It was peaceful monotony with weaving streamers onto the ceiling with magic.

"Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?"

Of course, this peaceful affair was interrupted by the loud mouthed first year responsible for guarding Malleus.

Sebek Zigvolt was booming about how the party setup must be perfect for "Master Lillia" or "young master" will be sad. While not beholden to their dorm leader as majority of (Y/N)'s dormmates, they knew him pouting always led to a rainstorm that lasted for quite a while.

First-years, when did they get so annoying?

Thankfully Silver was awake and chiding Sebek for bossing others around. Honestly the mock turtle wasn't very close to anyone but Silver in their own dorm, finding others too unapproachable or sycophantic for their tastes. (Y/N) decided that Sebek is a two-person job and walk calmly to assist their friend.

"Silver, won't you walk any faster?! Master Lillia will be home at any minute, and we must make sure everything is perfect!" The two second years wince as Sebek's volume increased (didn't know it could be louder). Silver shakes his head and turns towards (Y/N), smiling a bit. "Hello (Y/N) are you helping with father's party?" The beastman grins at how happy Silver looks and nod, excited to see a less lethargic side to their sleepy friend.

"Of course, I even hung little paper bats in the rafters as well." (Y/N) chortles finding the decorations funny, however Sebek took offense. "You find such childish decorations acceptable Mock Turtle?! I will not take your slight against Master Lillia lightly." The student sighs as the crocodile's insults came pouring from his mouth like a river. Silver notices his friend's ears twitch with annoyance and pulls Sebek off them.

"Apologies (Y/N) Sebek is just wants father to have a good time at his own birthday party." (Y/N)'s huffs tails twitching and looks to Silver expectantly. "Do you require anything else for me, perhaps a song to encourage productiveness?" Silver shakes his head at the mock turtle, hooded amethyst eyes showing nothing but gratitude. However, he snaps his fingers and turns back towards the other second year.

"(Y/N) do you mind keeping my father busy and away from Diasomnia, fath-Lillia would enjoy your company." The second year couldn't help but raise a brow. Lillia enjoying their company? (Y/N) barely talked to him and the times they have were either Diasomnia related activities or Silver. Sometimes when they'd have a conversation on things, (Y/N) would have fun as Lillia was funny and spontaneous yet wise and worldly.

They just wish Lillia wouldn't stare at them hungrily with those crimson eyes. Which is why the mock turtle used every excuse to not have to spend time around the older fae. A shudder ran down (Y/N)'s spine just thinking about how predatory his eyes would be with that creepy knowing smile. Unconsciously (Y/N) reached for their pen for protection. Silver noticed his friend's expression and his kind expression became...disappointed. The beastman student hated seeing their silver-haired companion upset. Steeling themselves (Y/N) agreed to distract Lillia.

It's not like he would care that much about a little turtle would he?

Would he?

Humming while strolling campus (Y/N) began their search for their allusive senior. Humming a familiar tune was enough to keep them from running due to jitters that came from actively seeking Lillia.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you-"

Won't you join the dance?

A deep voice breaks the mock turtle from their trance as see Lillia hovering upside down mere centimeters from their own face. Lillia chuckles mischievously at (Y/N)'s frightened expression, before joining them on the ground. "Mock Turtle's Song, very popular on Lobster Island, you know the most famous mock turtle was a rather gloomy fellow." (Y/N) seizes up at the mention of their home. Lillia was a seasoned traveler being an ancient fae as he is, however when he spoke of their home his eyes held fire. His fangs poking a bit over his lips.

"Would you like to walk with me?" (Y/N) asked their shorter senior. Lillia's smile widened as his eyes sparked like two rubies. "I would love to little mock turtle, there are many secrets on this campus others don't know..." He links his arm with their own and pulls with an unnatural strength. Diasomnia better hurry up before (Y/N) needed an arm put back in the socket.

The Diasomnia duo returned to their dorm at sunset, tired from all of Lillia's boring interesting stories (Y/N) leaned their weight on the fae with dual colored hair. Lillia stares at his junior with a sincere smile plastered on his face as his blood red orbs capture their (e/c) ones. "You been too kind to an old man like me, my own son wouldn't put up with what I put you through today." (Y/N) nods unable to speak. The vice dorm leader of the strongest dorm was being...vulnerable.

The doors to Diasomnia creak open before (Y/N) could touch them revealing a beautifully decorated main hall. "Happy Birthday Lillia!" Several dormmates pop out of hiding spots startling both students. Lillia reacted on instinct and pushed (Y/N) behind him to protect them from...zealous kids.

"Goodness you can't be scaring an old man like that, I could have a heart attack." Lillia smiles brightly while still clutching on to (Y/N)'s wrist tightly. The beastman tugs to break free but Lillia glares at them causing the struggling to stop. The good-natured Lillia's icy stare confirmed (Y/N)'s long time beliefs that Lillia was more than meets the eyes. The man in question rushes over to his "children" to congratulate them on their hard work.

"You took some time Lillia, I thought you forgot about your own birthday." Malleus teases gently in a deep voice, turning his gaze to meet your own. "Forgive me for my folly but your names slips my mind." The Malleus Draconia was asking for (Y/N)'s name, today was strange to say the least. Lillia pulls (Y/N) so their sides touch as the fae clings to the mock turtle's arm possessively. "Now, now Malleus you aren't trying to steal my favorite junior away, are you?" Malleus' eyes widen causing (Y/N) to try and disappear. Silver ever the saint he is cuts the tension.

"(Y/N) why don't you get Lillia's gift, I know you've been dying to do what you practiced." Right the gift! Cheerily the second year grabs a small inconspicuous painting. Sebek shouts about how pathetic the gift is, before (Y/N) mutters the phrase to activate their unique magic Fainting in Coils. The picture leaps from the canvas and a large dragon soars to the ceiling blowing fire and smoke before exploding into bright lights that spell out "Happy Birthday Lillia".

Silence rung as sweat from exertion and fear formed on the mock turtle's brow. Thunderous cheers applause fills the packed space as the poor artist is swarmed by eager faces all shouting question. Gently answering question after question until Malleus parts the crowd. "Most impressive (Y/N), how long did you practice achieving such results?" The beastman sheepishly denied any complements to which Malleus and Silver piled on more, Sebek admitting the magic was impressive for a non fae.

The joyful chatter did not go unnoticed by a certain fae who clenched his fists angrily. Not matter all good things come to those who wait.

For someone antisocial (Y/N) really metaphorically came out of their shell as they danced and drank and was merry. Fae parties are wonderful why did the elders warn against them? Buzzed on joy and a little too much alcohol, (Y/N) turns when a gloved hand taps them on the shoulder. The man of the hour had a joyful grin on his face. "(Y/N) I wanna dance with you! "Lillia hiccups a bright red hue painting his porcelain face. If the mock turtle was tipsy, the older fae was in the embrace of alcohol.

(Y/N) laughs but feels a twitch in their gut that doesn't feel quite right. What was wrong with this picture? Lillia wanted to dance with you, and you wanted to dance with Lillia, right? Nerves bunch up as the beastman sobers a bit, fae are dangerous and no request was too small. Looking the man in his eyes (Y/N) goes to refuse but gets lost in how pretty the red shade was. Did they always feel so light and carefree around Lillia? Who cares (Y/N) having fun so why should it end? Foolishly influenced by alcohol and thrall the mock turtle placed their gloved hand in the fae's.

Lillia pulls his partner flush to his chest as they begin waltzing clumsy yet elegant at the same time. Guiding the dance (Y/N) whirls the birthday boy around laughing gleefully. Slowly as the pair danced the mock turtle felt a cold unsettling feeling creep higher up their spin until it choked them. Lillia's eyes were much darker and... obsessive than before. Where were the guests?

Bat and turtle float freely in a dark forest with fireflies illuminating their steps. Sensing hesitation the fae takes the reigns and guides the dance deeper into the woods. (Y/N) gapes at the long-haired Lillia donned in a military outfit in front of them. "We're going into the woods too far." The second years fuzzy vision is blurred as the general spins them away before pulling them back in with equal grace.

"It matters not how far we go my dear so long as you keep your hands in mine no trouble shall befall you." Snarls of wild animals and glowing eyes appear, watching the pair swirl closer to their gaping maws. (Y/N) tugged harsher on Lillia's military coat. "We need to go back now; this place isn't safe." The general only chuckles directing the dance to the right. "What do you mean, we never left the dorm?"

For a second the illusion drops, and the grand hall returns the glowing eyes and snarls turn to the eager students screaming for Lillia to go for it. Whatever it is the poor mock turtle didn't want to find out. When (Y/N) blinks the dark forest reappears this time a large dragon is accompanied by a silver stag and a green wolf. These animals stare on with a passivity that was too humanoid to belong to actual animal.

A surge of pain makes the poor student return their gaze to the man-no monster who had gently laid his head in the crook of their neck. Charming to outsiders but to (Y/N) they felt razor sharp teeth cut into their flesh and a long pink tongue catching every pearl of blood. Tears blurred their vision as (Y/N) stumbles tripping into their dance partner's arms. Lillia adapts by simply swaying in place, arms tightening around the second year's taller form. (Y/N) attempts to struggle until they realize they can't move a single part of their body.

"Please let me go." A rather pathetic plea crawled out of (Y/N)'s quivering lips. Lillia tuts this request like a parent chiding a child for doing something naughty. "I'm not holding you captive you chose to give your free will to me when you accepted my offer to dance." (Y/N)'s eyes widen as their heart beats in double time, fear sobering them immediately. "What?"

Lillia sighs into the crook of their neck pressing a light kiss to the nape. "Come now darling turtle don't pretend you don't know what happens when you accept anything from the fae." Their world falls to pieces as Lillia dips them, garnet eyes peering down lovingly at the person in his hold.

No words are exchanged as Lillia presses his lips harshly down upon (Y/N)'s. The screams of delight from the crowd muted as they feel fangs tear at the plush of their lips. Any possible scream is muffled as Lillia deepens the kiss. Sinking, drowning in how scary the situation is (Y/N) looks out to the crowd. A tear falls as they notice Silver avert his gaze with guilt.

After an eternity a harsh gloved hand holds the beastman's jaw in a bruising manner. The bat fae stares satisfied at the mix of emotions in (Y/N)'s eyes, licking his lips. Moving his mouth to their ear he whispers the final blow. "Go to sleep turtle dove, I've got to get our room ready." Body feeling heavy and mind fuzzy (Y/N) hears a familiar melody faintly.

"Will you join the dance?"

"Will you, won't you, will you, won't you..."

"Will you join the dance?"

No proofread I die like a bitch; I'll edit tomorrow if it sucks too hard. Requests for Malleus and Lillia can be platonic or romantic. Don't be distraught if your request isn't done as my motivation fluctuates worse than the ocean. Happy B-day to the bat daddy!

Fainting in Coils - Unique Magic of this version of (Y/N) which allows the mage to imbue their art with magic and use it in different ways. Ex: make a wolf painting come to life and attack the aggressor, imbue a joyful song with healing to help their friends restore mana. Has limitations based on art form (if paper drawing doesn't work in rain, once the mage puts their instrument away the music buff disappears).

[estchiyu]

mystreet doodles 🏡

[wolfchans]

HYUNJIN ♡ KCON HI-5 EYE CONTACT CAM For anon ♡

[joltrify]

experimentations ft. the Artpop queen herself

Silly little (not so little) unrelated HC I developed later under the cut

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🎀- HC that EVE's most normal hobby - when not occupied with other things - is repainting dolls 🎀- Like in a blue moon you can catch her at the hobby lobby in mom jeans and a cardigan just looking for materials

★- In her down time (which is a bit rare these days) Nadia'll pick those ball-jointed Barbie/Bratz/MH dolls and give them a complete makeover ☆- While she's making them she's fervently thinking 'I will love you in a way that no one else EVER has' and she treats them all that way ★- She'll repaint them in the most unconventional ways possible but they're still gorgeous; a perfect reflection of her studio artwork on a body that isn't her own ☆- Sometimes if she's low on fabrics, instead of making a full-sized mockup of her exhibition fits she'll use her dolls to test the outfit design and make a mini version of the fit with small pieces of the final material ★- She's got this HUGE shelf on her pad that's got these fashion icon dolls displayed with their name and inspiration on a little plaque ☆- Whenever something significant happens and she doesn't want to paint, she'll hold onto the feeling, good or bad, and jot down an idea for a new doll's look ★- and she DOES truly love each of them - though she may have had to learn to love one in particular

🎀- She picked up the hobby in college (before she met Zuke) but didn't really think anything of it 🌸- It was just a means to practice different makeup looks and pencil techniques without sculpting something - and it was fun! She liked having a cute little gal at the end of the process 🎀- When she came up with the idea of using the dolls as models, she created a doll of herself but made the decision to make its skin completely white 🌸- When Nadia met Zuke, she sort of put the hobby aside to focus on her other art mediums, but she looked at the doll of herself and felt comfortable enough to repaint the right side pink (and she laughed a bit to herself looking at the final result, because it looked... Cute! Just like her other gorgeous dolls...) 🎀- After Rapturica, she didn't feel the need to create a doll based on her feelings as she didn't feel as hurt as she expected, but she did find it really, REALLY hard to look at the doll of herself, so she hid it away... 🎀- she picked up repainting again later but went in HARD - they began to look more artsy and alien, just like her other art pieces 🌸- After graduating she didn't really have time to repaint dolls and focused on creating other arts/music again, only occasionally using them to test outfits (but never the one of herself) 🎀- After the events of NSR though, she picked it up again as a form of self-care. It's something she doesn't have to create for the public eye, and she's rekindled the joy of creating a strange little gal and loving them despite their bizarre quirks. 🌸- ... I think she feels a bit more comfortable looking at the doll of herself now, too.

★- She's probably still got doll repaint videos up on her channel from her college days, hehe. ☆- (She's debating whether or not to make a mini exhibition about the concept of dolls.* Likely not, as she doesn't want to taint the tranquility of the act, but she still likes the idea. It's better to not mix work art with home art, anyway.) (* (How they can reflect their caretaker, they exhibit both confidence and vulnerability, they can be broken and discarded but repaired, they're still images that can be moved in a 3d space however you desire, they rely on a person to actually be 'real' ykyk that kind of thing. the symbolism of dolls.)

The doodle I made in the 3rd picture (above the cut) is inspired by those really pretty doll repaints... I think that that look in particular is one that she tested on a doll first... pre-ugly cry, that is.

Thanks for reading my very silly idea... decorated the bullets with Bows and stars because I felt like it, haha. Have a lovely day~🌸

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[ruumirmir]

"Who holds the devil, let him hold him well,

He will hardly be caught a second time."

[orionis13]

Emizel that I’ll never finish so I’m releasing him into the wild

[infizero-draws]

DO YOU FEAR FOR YOUR CHILD?

[cobaltfluff]

Bye bye, My Dxxr.

inspo from Summering by Jin based on original art by sidu

[pluteorgh]

Hey guys hey hey guys uhm renee minkowski ammirite ahah

Me and her fr

[winterweary]

@redcurrantorchard I saw you use he/him pronouns so I did it with a AMAB MC but if you want it with AFAB I can post an edit too ayyy

Explicit, 18+, dead dove sleep fucking (though it’s kind of more sleep foreplay lol)

“One more?”

“One more…” you mumble sleepily, giving a long stretch under the covers. Leviathan’s cool bathtub walls press against your back, making the warmth of his body next to you all the more cozy. You’re mid-marathon of the new season of a niche anime about ramen chefs competing for title of Ramen Lord, and despite how late at night you’re sure it is, the last episode landed on a cliff hanger and you can’t exactly stop there, can you?

Levi presses play on his phone, his hands holding it against his knees so you both can see. You’re curled against him, cheek pressed to his shoulder, his breath gently tickling your hair on your brow. If you weren’t concentrating so hard on keeping your eyes open, you might be proud of him for the steady rhythm of his heartbeat – the first several times you spent the night together, you could feel it racing against the cheek the entire time.

The opening plays, light flickering over the two of you in the dark room, and a deep content sigh leaves you. Beside you, Levi swallows, something in your soft relaxation making his heart ache happily.

Despite your best efforts, you find yourself mostly listening to the episode, half dreaming up the scenes until at last you can resist no longer, and you tumble into a confusing dream. First you and Levi are cooking ramen together, chattering and focusing on the ingredients, but soon it almost nonsensically devolves into another sort of dream, where he’s bending you over the table and grinding between your legs from behind…

When you wake up next, the room is dark, and you’ve rolled over to face the tub wall. You’re warm – hot even – but a sudden exhaled breath against your neck makes you shiver. You can feel Levi’s hands moving over your stomach and up your chest, and with a thrill of delight you realize you can feel his cock hard against your ass.

���…fuck…” you mumble, eyes falling closed again and body melting as Levi freezes. He swallows hard, and you can feel his length flex against you. It’s then you realize that your shorts have been pulled down, and his boxers are rubbing against your bare skin. A long moment passes where Levi is still, frozen in panic as he realizes the implications of what he’s been caught doing.

He hadn’t meant for it to end up like this. He’d noticed you’d fallen asleep fairly soon into the episode, as he usually stole frequent peeks to check out your expression when you watched anime together. You’d looked so cute, and peaceful and…trusting? It blew his mind that you could let your guard down and relax so much against him of all people.

And your lips…they’d been parted lightly, soft and cast with a strange purple flush from the blue light of his fish tank. They were always so soft looking, and he couldn’t help his thoughts leaping to the time you’d…

No, no, he couldn’t think about that now. Not when you’re cuddling so nicely with him, a leg draped over his and arm around his chest. He’d turned off the show, unable to concentrate, and did his best to resign himself to sleep.

And then you’d moaned his name.

Well, maybe it was more of a mumble. But still, he’d heard it! The breathy exhale, followed by a shift in your body, movement raising goosebumps on his skin as you rolled over. Cautiously, he rolled with you, wrapping his arm around you and pressing his chest against your back. He’d wanted to hear you say his name again, that was all!

But the blanket had moved off your thighs, and they were practically glowing. He swallowed hard, fingers drifting downward, stroking barely perceptively over the softness of your skin there.

Another soft noise had left your lips, and he’d frozen. Really, that was supposed to be the end of it! He was going to roll over and go to sleep and…and…

And he was so hard.

And your ass was pressed so snugly against him.

And…your thighs…

He hadn’t meant to move his hips, really, his body moved on its own, giving a twitchy rut against your plushness. His hand was on your hip, and the pressure against his cock immediately sent a wave of pleasure through him. He was going to keep his hand there, nice and safe on your hips…

Until it wasn’t, sliding forward to palm your own length through your shorts, a low moan escaping Levi when he realized you were half hard as well.

He had a sudden thought of you waking up then, finding him with his hand on your cock, and his own leaking pre into his boxers against your ass. The look you’d give him, one of disgust and indulgence, how predictable that your dirty pervert couldn’t handle himself for one night…

“Fuuuuuck…” Levi moaned shamefully, giving in completely as another shudder of pleasure tore through him. Okay, he admitted it. He was gross. He was a pervert. And more importantly, he was so so so horny.

He wanted…more. Moving slowly, not wanting to wake you despite himself, he moved his fingers to the waistband of your shorts. Lifting them, he frozen as you sighed in your sleep, before gently slipping them down your hips.

Now he was able to touch you freely, palms moving over the curve of your hips, pulling you back against his shaft. He slipped his hand back to cup your cock, swallowing hard at the heat of it. Pressing his lips against your shoulder to keep him from moaning again, he’d given you a slow stroke, inhaling shakily as you twitched in your sleep.

Another rock of his hips, and his own eyes had closed, head falling back with an exhale as his hand moves back up your stomach to squeeze at your chest. How far was his lube? Had he left it in the bed the other night when you’d…

“…uck”

Levi had frozen, a hot wave of terror immediately flushing over his body. That was the most coherent sleep mumble you’d given so far, and it sounded like…

“Levi…” you sigh his name now, and he can feel his eyes burn suddenly with tears of shame. Oh god, you were going to hate him. What was he doing? He-

“…n’t op…” you mumble, flinging a hand behind you to fumble for his thigh, squeezing it demandingly.

“Wh-wh-wh-“

“Don’t stop…” you whine louder, pouty now. You were squirming, pulling at the leg of his boxers, trying half-heartedly to coerce him to move against you without having to roll out of your position.

“Y-yeah?” Levi gasps, hand squeezing at your chest again with relief, before leaving to yank his own pants down. Immediately you feel the thump of his cock hitting your back, a hot splatter of pre landing on your skin. You shift to move your leg up into a bend, wanting him more tightly against you, wanting him inside you…

Practically dizzy with lust, Levi is fumbling in his blankets, praising whatever angel is looking after his slutty fantasies when his palm finds the bottle of lube in their folds. He pulls away to slick it over his shaft, his shaky pants hot against your ear. When you feel his fingers shyly press against your entrance you sigh in relief, closing your eyes and melting once more.

“So nice…” Your voice is still sleepy, and Levi wonders if you’re even fully awake, though that’s the last coherent thought he has before he’s pressing the head of his cock into you.

A low groan leaves him as you swallow him up, and you give your own mewl at the sudden feeling of fullness. He doesn’t move for a moment, fingers squeezing your hips so tight it’s sure to leave bruises, as he holds his breath and tries not to explode inside you right then.

Finally, he starts to move, rocking his hips against you, dirty little whines leaving his lips where they’re pressed against your neck. You tilt your jaw, opening your mouth to offer him your tongue, and he claims it greedily, thoughts of shame long gone as he desperately ruts against you.

His hand falls back to your cock as he begins to moan your name, half pumping and half just squeezing tightly, too drunk on your body to move with any intention. Then, with a shudder and a burst of heat, he cums, crying out and pressing you into the cold tub with the force of his grind.

“Oh my god…” you groan happily, lashes fluttering as he hilts inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he says automatically, and it makes you give a dizzy giggle.

“Poor baby,” you coo, “Couldn’t wait for me to wake up, hm?” He flushes red, and you smirk at the shamed expression that quickly replaces his well fucked face.

“I…I…” You stop his stammers with another heated kiss, rolling over to face him properly.

“Well, you better take responsibility for it, hm?” Between you, you’re still hard, cock flushed red and leaking itself now. Leviathan flushes, but doesn’t hesitate a moment, wriggling to nuzzle down your stomach and kiss the thick shaft.

“That’s my dirty little pervert…”

[trashy-alyssa]

I know the show kinda wants me to dislike Shakespeare taking over and making big changes behind Anne’s back, and like yeah that’s a dick move 100% don’t get me wrong.

…but…he did give us Frankie/May, one of the best act 1 finale’s I’ve ever seen, the himbo bicon legend himself Romeo Montague, and is the reason the DuBois family band gets back together and performs Everybody, so like…I can’t be that mad about his choices tbh.

[troubledtrekkie]

Y’all this might be the best SNL episode I’ve seen in a looong time

[valkeggsart]

sunkissed skies and oceans/OC art wip

[spicyfingersart]

WIP of a digital painting of Mithrun I'm working on. if you know you know.

[ternterntern0]

art trade w/ sanqieke on twitter