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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 months ago

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🎉 Thank You for 10k+ Followers!! 🎉

A big thank you goes out to @cozymochi for this beautiful celebratory commissioned artwork for this major milestone ✨ It really captures the scope of all the content that had been put out in the last 4+ years—both in terms of official Twst materials and on this blog! I think it’s very fitting that we hit this milestone in the month of Halloween too (I just held off on posting this til the month after); it’s Twst’s biggest holiday of the year, so it’s twice the cause for celebration!!

A lot has happened over the course of my time in this fandom. I’ve written many things of course, but I’ve also had many other exciting opportunities! I’ve been interviewed for a paper, met many cool people from all over the world, attended Twst meetups + events, collaborated with other talented creators, received kind gifts, contributed to various fandom projects, and finished telling the origins of my Twst OC. This blog has been with me through a lot of major changes and difficult hurdles in my life too—it’s really been an anchor for me, a comforting and safe space for me to be creative or analytical whenever I want to be.

When I first started this blog as a very casual hobby in summer of 2020, I never even considered that it would balloon to this extent. It still doesn’t feel totally real to me 😭 I don’t usually fixate on numbers (they make me anxious), but looking back on it, 10k is a LOT, and 4 years is a long time. To put that in perspective, if we were in Twisted Wonderland for 4 years then all of the students we’ve come to know and love would have graduated by now. That’s crazy to me. We’ve come so far as a group.

I feel that a large part of fandom is the community that comes with it. I would have found it so challenging to stick with Twst had I not had so many great people keeping me engaged with it. I’d now like to take a moment to thank those folks. Keeping in line with the idea of “4 years”, think of these as little messages scrawled in a yearbook. I also have a blog event planned to celebrate! More on that later.

Please note that I’ve used pseudonyms for most of the following people, as I’d like to respect their privacy (I’m very private myself) + not all of them are comfortable with being explicitly named or tagged to a large crowd. You’ll know who you are if you see yourself on here.

Without further ado:

MSS — Thank you for being the first Twst space I felt truly a part of. It’s still the place I consider my fandom “home” beyond this blog.

April — Thank you for making MSS as a place for us to share! We’re tsunderes in solidarity.

Drinking Knight — The banners wouldn’t exist without your help. Thanks for getting the ball rolling on those; I’d like to think that I’m a little more confident in designing new ones myself now, but you were the start of it all. Your endless enthusiasm for the most insane otome boys, drinks, and bullying (positive) others is truly an inspiration.

Q. Opinionated — Can’t count the number of times you ran tech support for me 💀 Thanks so much for being patient and willing to laugh at a stupid situation. I WILL grip you (escape is not an option) 🤲

Dad with his Printer — Why are you so cheeky My unofficial proofreader and fact checker. Still treasure the teeny J word and coffin magnets you sent, and, even more valuable than those, the bad dad jokes/puns advice and wisdom you give. Wishing you luck on your art adventure.

A. Cider — An unexpected friend I met very late into the fandom and happened to run into irl by total coincidence. Funny how life works. Your shitposts are great, and I appreciate having a like-minded person to talk with about the J words and story critiques. I’d also like to thank you for the many little doodles you’ve made; I know you’re very busy and have a wife to tend to at home but I appreciate that you still make time for friends.

Hana — Extroverted pink-haired magical girl representation. Your bubbly love for Disney, Diasomnia, singing, and (yes) angst lights up the entire room. Maybe you’re not too confident with yourself are right now, but I know you’ll find your way.

Swan — For being quick on the uptake and giving me the heads up about various things! We may not talk much one-on-one, but I’m thinking of you and enjoy seeing you pitch into the conversation. You’re still banned for L*ona posting though/j

Ly — My secret French twin/j Thanks for being my cultural + equine advisor and a voice of (salty) reason. Never shut up about your hyperfixations! You’re a real one.

Oys — Enabler + encourager of my Yan!Sil delusions. Sorry for making your blood pressure spike every time we talk about our food takes. But hey, at least we get a good laugh out of it :))

Mac and Bean — For being my inspirations. Bean, you have such atmospheric writing. I hope my writing style can be just as magical as yours. Mac, it was your blog that first got me into starting my own Twst writing. You never stop being so, so funny also I blame you 120% for the L*ona rot.

Peaches and Cream — To my local Twst friends, thanks for keeping me company even through the hard times. Peaches, happy to be your local Twst dealer anytime. Cream, thanks for hooking me up with new books.

Salt and Flora — I don’t know where you vanished to, but the sea brought you back to me on its tides. I’m so happy we could meet again. Salt, you’re so talented at crochet and design work; get your coin 😂 Flora, you’re the sweetest person ever. Literally cottagecore personified, even in your art.

Piano — We don’t always see eye to eye, but thank you for being my serial debater and showing me new perspectives. Your open-minded theories and analyses are such fun. And, of course, it’s always hilarious to think about how we accidentally (?) swapped oshis 🤡 You’re a star.

The Anklebiter — For having the most unhinged jokes and ideas. Seriously, THE most unhinged. I never do any of the crazy things you suggest but I’m always really entertained from just hearing them.

Te, Mi, and Ro — Thanks for organizing local events and giving me an excuse to touch grass. It’s a lot of hard work and you guys manage to pull it off every time! Mi, I was flattered to have you reach out to me to help a little with the Tweel cupsleeve event. Happy to help anytime! Te, I remember you were cosplaying as Kalim when we first met and I kept thinking about how perfectly suited you are for the role. You were very friendly and made such an effort to include everyone in the event even when I was Idia-ing in the corner. To this day, you continue to spontaneously introduce me to new people 😂 Thanks for getting me put of my comfort zone. Ro, I didn’t think we’d meet again like this. Small world! You’re learning and improving the big events. Here’s hoping to many more!

Vic — For being Ace Trappola when very few others would. It’s refreshing to have someone tell it like it is. I wish I could be as bold and as honest as you are sometimes. You have such a big heart when it comes to the characters you love; it makes me want to adore them like you do too 🫶

Kana — For being so sweet and patient. You helped me through so many rough patches and have also contributed a lot to the look of the blog. It’s so fun gushing with you about magical girls and pretty boys, sharing our favorite shows and movies… I feel as though I’ve made a lifelong friend.

Zari — Thank you for charms and art book, big fan of your stuff 😭 So honored to have worked with you on projects too. I hope to see a lot more of your Yuu and other OCs around, I love following them ^^

Lala — You understand, encourage, and validate my weird tastes in fictional men 💕 Really admire your sense of fashion and stylish nails too. Whenever I have my shrimp apron on, I think of you.

Arisu — No longer in the Twst fandom but integral in the earliest days. Wherever you are now, I wish you nothing but happiness.

P-san — You’re a lifesaver!! Thank you so much for helping me find cute little outfits and accessories for my plushies… They are forever grateful to be properly clothed.

V, Fa, Fe, Ray, Rea, Sonny, Glimmer Group, and Incognito Crew — Thanks for being so supportive of my hyperfixation on Disney villain anime boys, even if you guys have NO clue what I’m rambling about half of the time. To V specifically 🫵 I am NOT a cat boy kisser

Mango — I didn’t know I wanted you in my life until you showed up uninvited one day and chewed your way into my heart.

Azul Ashengrotto — For being the character that first convinced me into giving this game a shot. The Little Mermaid was something I always held so dear to me, so it almost seems like destiny that you’d be the one to drag me down into Twst. You’ll always hold a special place in my heart for that, even if my feelings have changed since then.

Rook Hunt — For being there when I needed to laugh a little. It’s scary to glance over my shoulder sometimes, but you make it easier to smile as I look back.

Rollo Flamme — For letting me know that having negative feelings is normal and human, even if we don’t always cope with them in the healthiest of ways. Let’s reflect and be better together!

Leona Kingscholar — For showing me that change and personal growth is, in fact, possible. Th-This doesn’t mean I like you or anything though, so get off your high horse—

Jade Leech — For taking my hand and guiding me back on the path when I got lost in the dark. Whatever crimes you may commit in your free time, I forgive you/j

Miss Raven Crowley — The little black bird who could, the blog muse. I made you on a whim and look at where you are now… You went from a background character to the main character of your own story. So proud of you, my child 😭

Asset compilers, fan artists, fanfic writers, fan translators, cosplayers, merch makers, editors, plushie pic takers, video essayists, theorizers, etc. — You’re all so important to keeping the fandom alive, especially during periods of official content drought. It wouldn’t be feasible for me to list out all of the content creators I enjoy (chjsbsksks and it honestly might be awkward since I haven’t directly interacted with most of them), but I hope that this message still reaches you and finds you well. Keep doing your thing; I love seeing the work you put out ^^

Anyone and everyone that I’ve ever commissioned and/or received fan works from — I appreciate that you took time and energy out of your day to create something for me. There’s so much talent in the Twst fandom and I’m honored that you would dedicate some of that to a silly little birb.

You, the Readers — For supporting this blog and and what I do here! You’re an important part of my journey too.

Thank you!! Here’s to a future unknown and a page unwritten.

- The Writing Raven

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #milestone #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #not my work #Leona Kingscholar #Jade Leech #commissioned art #Azul Ashengrotto #Rook Hunt

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yanagikou · 5 days ago

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Battlefield pleasures

Disclaimer: Part 2 of the Jack x Kate series. It is still not my work, but my husband's. I'm just the editor and the one encouraging him to contribute to the sorely lacking guard on guard action XD

pairing: Jack x Kater (OC x OC)

warning: still NSFW. still thinly veiled by some plot. MDNI!!!

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In the end, there was still war. There was always war. Not the glorious, triumphant war the munitorum propaganda promised, but the slow, bitter rot of rebellion. Jack should have seen it coming. The Imperium had declared the conflict over, the xenos purged, and yet the world they had "saved" was nothing but the charred husk of a hive city, a graveyard where the living merely waited for death. No food, no clean water—just hardship and resentment, festering like an open wound.

And, if he was honest with himself, he had only made things worse. He and his squad had raided some old manufactorum warehouses, stripping them of alcohol, lo-sticks, even a few bars of pre-war chocolate. It was a drop in the ocean of suffering, but it was of many things probably that lead to this situation. So now, Jack sat in a shallow foxhole, lasrifle in hand, waiting for the inevitable, with only his squad and the ghosts of his mistakes for company.

And Kate.

That made things worse.

She lay just ahead of him, her body pressed against the rubble, her keen eyes scanning the ruined avenue through a natural opening in the collapsed ferrocrete slabs. Her hands gripped her rifle with trained precision, her breathing slow, controlled. She was good at this. She belonged in war. And yet, all Jack could think about was the last time he had seen her unclothed.

Jack swallowed hard. His pulse quickened, his armour feeling suddenly too tight. As his mind conjured images—Kate's sweat-slicked body pressed against him, the way her breath had hitched next to his ear as he explored every inch of her, and the soft gasp when he took her—

He clenched his teeth. Not now.

He forced his mind back to the present, back to the silence of the street ahead. But the problem with war wasn't just the carnage. It was the waiting. The emptiness. The boredom that gnawed at the mind, leaving space for unwanted thoughts.

"Get a grip," he muttered under his breath.

"What?" Kate asked, not looking away from her sightline.

"Nothing," Jack answered quickly, shifting beside her with his binoculars.

"Anything?" she asked, voice as cool as ever.

"No—empty and silent." Jack answered after he had once more scanned the road ahead.

She nodded, adjusting her position slightly, the subtle shift of her hips drawing his eyes like a moth to a flame. He hated himself for staring, but the memory of her, of them, refused to leave him. The curve of her, the way her body had fit against his like they had been made for one another. He knew he should push it away, knew it was dangerous to think like this in a warzone. Distraction got people killed.

And yet, as he sat in the dirt, watching her, feeling the heat in his loin it was a distraction, and one he wanted to indulge in.

Jack shuffled back and leaned into the foxhole just behind her. His gaze lingered on her, then drifted downward. The tight contours of her fatigues clung to her curves, the way she shifted in the rubble igniting something raw and primal inside him. His breath hitched as his mind betrayed him again—imagining her stripped of those layers, her smooth skin bared against the unforgiving harshness of the warzone, her lower lips gleaming softly in the dim light. He could almost hear his own ragged breath, the quiet moan that had once escaped her lips, a phantom sound that haunted him.

Jack exhaled sharply, forcing himself to look away. Not here. Not now. And yet, the war inside him was as relentless as the one outside.

As he scanned the surroundings once more, something moved. Jack’s instincts flared, and he grabbed for his lasrifle, eyes locking onto the shattered storefront across the street. The large windows, remnants of what had once been a shop or hab-unit, offered little in the way of cover. And there it was again—shadows flitting behind the glass, figures taking position. Jack’s blood ran cold when he spotted the outline of a rocket launcher being raised.

“Take cover!” he bellowed, scrambling out of the foxhole and throwing himself over Kate.

The explosion consumed the air with a deafening roar. Heat and pressure crashed over them, dust and debris raining down. Chunks of ferrocrete and twisted metal clattered around them, but miraculously, the worst of it missed, as if the Emperor Himself had shielded them. Dust filled their lungs, eyes watering from the acrid sting, but Kate didn’t falter. She was already reacting.

She fired into the storefront, at first wildly, then with deadly precision as the enemy shapes jerked and scattered in panic. The rest of the squad, dug into their own foxholes and trenches, joined the fray, cutting down the ambush before it could escalate.

Kate steadied her breathing—inhale, hold, shoot, exhale, wait, shoot. She timed each shot with the rise and fall of her lungs, so her own heartbeat would not betray her aim. And yet, beneath her, Jack’s weight pressed down, grounding her, distracting her in ways she didn’t expect. Worry crept in—was he injured? Had he taken the brunt of the blast? But alongside the concern was something deeper, something far less appropriate.

His body atop hers, the warmth of him, the sheer presence—it sent a flush of heat through her, a different kind of tension coiling in her belly. She bit her lip, trying to shake the thought, but it clawed at her mind with feral insistence.

Frak.

Jack remained perfectly still, knowing that any movement could disrupt Kate’s aim. Right now, she was deep in the rhythm of war, and he wouldn’t interfere. Even through the ceramite plates of their flak armour, he relished the press of her body against his, the shared heat between them amid the cold ruin of the battlefield. The traitors in the distance fell one by one, and before long, the survivors melted back into the darkness, leaving only silence and the scent of scorched ozone.

“Jack, you alright?” Kate asked hesitantly, still unmoving, afraid that shifting might reveal some unseen wound.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You did well.” His voice was low, rough, meant only for her ears.

Kate felt heat rush to her cheeks, though she told herself it was just the aftermath of battle. His breath against her skin, the weight of his words—it sent a shiver through her. The relief that he was unscathed made something tight inside her loosen.

“I was worried—” she whispered, unsure why she felt the need to confess it. Was it the lingering threat of enemy ears?

“Don’t be,” Jack murmured. He hesitated, then gave in to his instincts. Shifting slightly to free his hand, he reached up and brushed his fingers along her cheek. A shiver ran through her at the contrast—his rough, calloused hand against her smooth skin. “You’re damn hot when you’re killing.”

“Jack, please—Not here,” she stammered, but the protest held no real strength. The war still raged beyond their foxhole, but deep inside, she craved him as much as she had on that stolen night.

Jack caught the flicker of hesitation, the way she didn’t pull away. He smirked to himself, letting his fingers drift lower, tracing down the segmented plates of her armour. When he reached her hips, she trembled, the anticipation thick between them. Even as she weakly protested, her body betrayed her, lifting slightly to grant him access. He reached her belt clip with deft hands, and in one smooth motion, the mechanism gave way.

Kate sucked in a breath as his fingers slipped past the loosened fabric, finding her with an expert touch. A shuddering exhale left her lips, and her pulse hammered against his palm.

“Concentrate on the enemy, Private,” Jack whispered against her ear, his voice laced with dark amusement.

Kate tried—Emperor help her, she tried—but with his fingers inching lower, teasing her, all thought of war faded into the background, replaced by the fire he was stoking deep within her.

Jack found himself digging deeper, his hand working into her combat trousers and then below her underwear with practiced ease. His fingers brushed against her slick heat, teasing along her entrance before pressing inside, slow but insistent. He explored her with deliberate precision, letting his touch roam and stroke, coaxing soft gasps from her lips as he kept her teetering on the edge.

Kate felt her body responding, heat pooling deep within, she wanted more, and tried to push but Jack evaded and it became a hot game of cat and mouse. However, as she grew more and more desperate Jack finally granted her release, his fingers plunging into her with a controlled urgency. She clenched around him, her body moving against his hand as he matched her rhythm, stroking, circling, pushing her higher. Something was building inside her, a slow, steady climb toward bliss, each touch drawing her closer to that inevitable peak.

“Enemies!” a voice bellowed from nearby, yanking her back to reality. The tension shattered instantly, some of her pleasure dissipating like smoke on the wind. Her grip tightened on her rifle as she wrenched her focus forward, spotting enemy forces massing down the road. Gritting her teeth, she opened fire, las-bolts searing through the darkness.

Jack watched, impressed by how swiftly she adapted—how she transitioned from lost in pleasure to the cold efficiency of a killer. But he wasn’t willing to let the moment slip entirely. His fingers remained, teasing, stroking her even as she took down foes with precise, practiced shots. He felt her tremble, her body still responding despite her best efforts to focus on the battle.

“Squad!” he roared. “Open fire! Bolter teams, light them up!”

A storm of bolter shells and las-fire erupted down the ruined avenue, the air filling with the crack of discharges and the screams of dying heretics. In the chaos, Jack acted. With a swift, calculated motion, he yanked Kate’s trousers down fully, exposing her to him—her glistening, needy entrance bared in the light, hers to give, his to take.

Without hesitation, he switched from fingers to tongue, burying his face between her thighs. His lips met her heated flesh, tongue delving deep, tasting her, parting her with slow, sinful precision. He ravished her, drinking in the intoxicating essence of her arousal while his hands gripped her hips, keeping her steady, keeping her his.

Kate nearly cried out, a strangled gasp escaping as she bit down on her own hand, barely muffling the pleasure that threatened to spill from her lips. Her rifle clattered to the rubble-strewn ground, momentarily forgotten as Jack’s tongue worked over her, plunging into her depths before flicking up to tease her swollen clitoris. Her breath hitched, her body jerking involuntarily, the pleasure unbearable yet irresistible.

How could he do this to her here? In the midst of battle? The sheer audacity of it sent a surge of arousal through her, mingling with the adrenaline already coursing in her veins. Her thighs clenched, her entire body trembling as he pushed her closer and closer to the precipice. She felt herself unravelling, the mounting tension inside her coiling tight, ready to snap.

And then it came—the wave of ecstasy crashing over her, her muscles seizing, her body wracked with shuddering release. Jack felt her tighten, felt the tremors wrack her frame, and knew he had won this battle.

With deliberate slowness, he withdrew, licking his lips as he rose. He adjusted his uniform, ensuring his own aching need remained concealed before standing tall for the rest of the squad to see.

“CHARGE!” he bellowed. “Drive them back into the holes they crawled from!”

One final glance at Kate, still quivering in the foxhole, satisfaction etched across her features, sent a thrill through him. Then, with a wicked smirk, he turned and stormed forward with the rest of the squad, tearing into the fleeing rebels like a pack of hunting hounds unleashed.

#warhammer smut #warhammer 40k #OC x OC #MDNI #imperial guards #smuthammer #warhammer fanfiction #not my work

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