#self aware twst au

[eva-kl0ndaik]

[Sorry it took so long. I had a creative crisis and just a crisis. Exams eat my soul and not only my soul. So enjoy, dears ❤]

Warnings: This work may contain references to violence, depression, suicide, eating disorder and other VERY BAD things. Take care of yourself and your loved ones ‼️

You know that feeling when you lie on your bed in your room and think about everything? When you look at the ceiling, listening to the quiet knock of the clock and your heart, thinking about your meaning in life, destiny and why are you here? Such thoughts often drive me into melancholy, simply realizing that you will never find your meaning. Even if you go through the whole world and look everywhere, you still won’t find anything. And they don’t even need to think about it. They know what their meaning in life is. In you

All their plans, memories, understanding and meaning of this world disappeared as soon as this damned code allowed them to see you. You... A living person... Their Player...

They repent before their altars that at first they did not understand this warmth. Your living warmth. At first they hated you. And even this word cannot describe how much you poisoned their soul at first. You were a punishment and a curse. Their every day was filled with hatred for you. You are alive, and they are just a code. They are toys for fun... And they hated you because they could not be real. How many nights and days were devoted to curses in your direction? They stopped counting...

They wanted your blood. Your screams. Your pleas for mercy. And maybe then... Then they will become real? When the main puppeteer leaves the game giving the dolls freedom

But then they heard your voice. Your praises, your words of love, your regret about their fate, words of support. In the end, banal love is what most boys lacked. You gave them meaning. Their meaning is to love you, worship you, break the bones of sinners who think they can claim your attention. They are only yours. You are theirs only, no one else's.

For your sake, they will improve themselves (and once again refuse food)

They will shed blood for you (even if they never wanted to pick up a knife)

They will do anything for you (even if it is the last thing in their life)

Your attention is their reason to live, breathe, eat and exist. You are their meaning, Player. Love them. Otherwise, they will commit suicide in an attempt to attract your attention. Your love is their main motivator, not paying attention to others only to them.

Love them, Player❤

[otomes-world]

Post Scriptum

This piece takes place after New beginning and more like flood of words. Something that reader do every morning in hope to stay sane

Another sentient twst works here

Sometimes your own consciousness can play evil, very insidious jokes. For example, faking some traumatic memories, replacing them with softer versions. Or, on the contrary, to draw pictures of terrible “if only”, the events taking place in which are much worse than reality. The cherry on top is the fact when, sitting on your bed or in a comfortable favorite chair, you cannot remember something. A constantly elusive detail that seems incredibly important. Even more vital.

It's doubly terrible when all this happens at the same time.

Triplely, when you open your eyes you see in front of you on one side such a familiar interior, but at the same time sickeningly alien.

Looking around the room again, you immediately close your eyes, realizing that the “dream” is continuing. However, whether it is possible to continue to call it such is an open question. Barely healing wounds, abrasions on the legs and arms served as sufficient proof of reality, if the rough fabric of the blanket on the bed and the smell of dust in the air were not. The nails dig into the inner part of the palm of their own accord, a habit that have appeared not so long ago; the pain help wake up.

Blinking away the remnants of an incomprehensible feeling, with an effort of will you unclenched your fingers and moved them onto the soft fur of the Grimm still sleeping next to you. The cat purred contentedly from the touch, continuing to be in the kingdom of Morpheus. However, you aren't going to wake him up.

The gaze moved to the other free hand, exactly the same, covered with plasters, reliably hiding the scratches behind it. The hand undoubtedly belonged to you, repeating every planned movement. However, at the same time, it - and the whole body - seemed something foreign. Like a spare part of a doll that you wanted to tear off and throw away.

Sigh. The hand falls back onto the bed and the eyes close. Nothing else comes to mind, but the emptiness that has replaced the nightmares is not much to please. You begin to ask questions, which is better? Feel nothing or choke on tears every day and night. The answer is stuck somewhere in the middle, while you are thrown from one extreme to another.

The ear involuntarily picks up the sound as if someone is walking under the window. Exhaling sharply, you don't pay attention. Why bother if you know the answer to this question better than anyone else. At some point, you stopped doubting anything and taking sensations for granted. If you heard someone’s footsteps, it means someone definitely passed by.

In the end, they was definitely stubborn.

Another deep breath. Well, at least they had the conscience not to show up in person, barging in and disturbing the hastily put together fragile peace. It looked unreliable, and it was.

The singing of birds outside cause irritation out of all possible feelings, but the earplugs bought at Sam's store made it even worse, so you have to endure it. They muffled the sound, but, left alone with yourself and your own heartbeat in your ears, you again experienced what you tried so hard to lock behind seven locks. An ironic coffin that should have been wrapped in several rows of chains and thrown into the sea, but, unfortunately, you can’t do that so easily with mental problems. Otherwise, the Octavinelle's trio would have been happy to offer their services.

Exactly… it's been a long time since you remembered the characters or, should you say, the students. They have fully proven their ability to influence the outside world, you. If this is the first step towards acceptance, then this world can go to hell. However, you are already there.

The presence of Grimm and ghosts did not allow you to completely go crazy, start talking to yourself, or go communicate with them. The jokes about He-must-not-be-named come to mind again. You had two dozen of such persons. The solitude has definitely been good for you. You stopped waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, clutching your throat. You stopped flinching at every shadow and imagining very real monsters outside the windows among the dark branches by the accompaniment of the howling wind.

You hated some more, some a little less. You wanted to strangle someone just like they threatened you so many times. However, over time, all emotions invariably subsided, memory softened the corners, and in the end you felt absolutely nothing for them. Only hostility when Grimm mentioned their names.

However, someone would be happy with such a scrap of feelings.

Another sigh. You catch the smell of roses, although there are no flowers in the house. All the bouquets, petals and perfume were thrown away. You didn't need another reason to empty your stomach. Again the mind plays games, but the aroma is better than real thorns, traces of which can still be found on the body.

Another, sharper and tart flavor begins to mix with the roses. Spices, consciousness helpfully suggests. Black tea, someone's perfume, sea salt. Until finally, a sharp, metallic smell hits your nose.

Eyes open instantly, breathing quickens. A minute later, the realization comes that there is nothing in the air except dust. The gaze darts from the cat to the window and then to the bedside clock, which shows 6 am. It's too early.

Exhaustedly dropping your head onto the pillow, you close your eyes again, but with the invariably stupid hope of waking up somewhere else.

[the-banana-0verlord]

Despite everything i hope my twst account isnt self-aware because i play that shit on the toilet-

[rainynightmoonlight]

Hi, there 🌼! :D

I saw your recent event of Songs from the heart! So I want to take the opportunity to place my order (I hope I do it right):

Fandom: Twst

Character: Silver and Deuce (normal no Yanderes)

Type: Romantic, fluff (or just fluff I leave it to your preference)

Song: Meteor Shower bye Cavetown

Reader: Female but neutral it's okay 👍

Take your time and no pressure, thank you 💐🌠✨

.·:🎼¨༺ Songs from the heart ༻¨🎼:·. | Meteor Shower

Characters: Silver and Deuce

Song: Meteor Shower by Cavetown

Warnings: None

A/U: Self aware Twisted wonderland AU

a/n: I only do male or gender neutral reader so reader is gender neutral, but pronouns aren't used (only you/your)

DEUCE SPADE

Deuce was very happy that you picked him for his lessons, wanting to level up his various cards. He noticed a habit you had, however, listening to music while you played the game. It put a smile on his face as he heard you humming the tune. The lessons would mostly go over Deuce’s head because he was more focused on the song you were playing. He couldn’t help but blush deeply as he felt that this song was directed at him. 

“I'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones. 'Cause blue is your favourite colour”

That one lyric did something to his heartstrings. Deuce’s eyes were gleaming, deep in his heart and his mind he hoped that you directed that at him. Sure, his favorite color might not have been blue, but it seemingly meant that you would do anything to make him smile. The god over Twisted Wonderland wanted to make him happy. He started to kick his legs under the desk, feeling an overwhelming feeling of joy. This meant you loved him, even if it was a little bit.

Deuce was trying too hard to conceptualize your feelings, reading a bit too much into the song. All his thoughts were trying to rationalize that one lyric. His eyes were spinning to represent what was going on inside him. He felt his heart beat even faster the more his mind was stuck on that one song lyric. Nothing around him, except you, could pull him out of his lovesick spiraling mind. 

It took him a while to stop the swarming ideas and focus back on you. Deuce just stared at you as you were exiting the lessons. He wished you stayed a little longer, even if he was on your main screen, so he could tell you his thoughts. Deuce’s lips curled into a huge smile, one that kind of hurt his cheeks. He pledged to himself after the last lesson ended, as a compromise, bringing a hand to his heart.

“I’ll try my best to make you happy too, oh great creator!”

SILVER

Silver was very prideful the moment you picked one of his cards to use for the exams. It meant that he got to fight for you, and he was used to fighting for others. He is a knight in training, after all, so could you really blame him for wanting to be your knight? During the exams, there were times where your team got close to losing, but only because you kept getting distracted by the music you were listening too. Silver had heard the music, but this one song, along with one particular lyric, had caught his attention.

“But don't go outside, it's dangerous tonight. Without me right here by your side”

Silver paused in the middle of his attack, which wasn’t a good idea, but he couldn’t help it. That one lyric caught him off guard. And it came out of your lips as you sang along. It must have meant something. A sign from you, the overseeing creator of this world, as you looked at him.

Silver tried his best not to worry too much about it, focusing so much on the fight. But that lyric buzzed around in his head, over and over again. It was on repeat, as if it were a mantra or a holy prayer to you. He wondered if you would say this to anyone else, or if it was just reserved to him. Silver tried to keep his composure and keep his focus on his attacks on the battle.

As the final exam finished up, he felt proud he won all five of them, but also feeling so prideful about that one lyric. It didn’t leave Silver’s mind as he stared at you through the victory screen. He saw your bright smile, further confirming that the lyric you muttered was directed at him. Silver had so much love and joy in his heart as you closed the victory screen. He still watched you on the main screen, hoping you heard his promise. 

“I will protect you too, and I’m honored you wish to protect me.”

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[harzilla]

More self aware concepts but humorous.

You end up in the world of Twst but every time you try to tell somebody your actual name you get censored out by some random background noise, a car horn(why is there a car on campus?) a random student running into a tree, Sebek yelling, Kalim's carpet crashing into the person you were talking to, etc... to the point that the others notice and certain troublemakers like Ace, Floyd, and Jade start doing it on purpose because they want to see how the universe censored you. About the fifth time it happens you turn into a mess of explicit language, much to the horror of Vil or Riddle. It turns out the only name you can give them is your in-game name. If you used your own name. You're good. Used the name Yuu? Not so bad. But if you have some hard to say or random numbers? Good luck. You're going to get mocked by Ace especially. Like you couldn't pick something cool at least?

Explaining the friendship system to them. Like trying to explain how the guestroom and sticker system work. The guys you give the stickers vary in reaction. The liars who act like it's no big deal but the stickers end up somewhere safe. The ones who react happy. Thank you, they love them! Then you got the "I would die for these stickers" group. They're gonna protect them so hard.

You got guys like Azul who openly brag "Why yes of course I have more stickers, the prefect is quiet intelligent when it comes to strategizing... blah blah blah. A couple people about ready to shove the stickers down his throat. Stickers end up in odd places. Trey's hat stand, Jack's dumbbell, Rook's quiver, one of Jade's terrariums, etc... Some of them have them tucked away in a box. Floyd walking around with one on his cheek because you drew an eel on it for him.

The guys being stuck doing the same dance routine five times in a row. What do you mean this is a game mechanic? Do they HAVE to perform this much?

You: Oh no I actually have all week but I like to get it all done in one go. Now we gotta do the "piece of my world" set three more times. Chop chop.

Them: Mercy....

You: Mercy is for the weak. Now keep dancing.

The guys be acting up and you're just tired of it.... So the particular trouble makers you pick for lessons. Azul or Jade pissed you off? Welcome to Hell flight class. The two start getting nervous because you know how much they dislike this class right? Then you look them dead in the eye as you bust out the candy jar from your pocket that extends the lessons. The smile you give them. There's no mercy behind those eyes. Azul is trying to figure out a hundred different ways to get you to sign a contract to never torture him with flight class again after you extend the time twice. Everybody knows that if you bring out that jar, nobody is spared. May the seven have mercy on their souls.

[married-to-google-translater]

Self aware AU: First years reaction when they woke up in your room.

Ace would be really, really excited. He, as your "best friend" would be interested in seeing how you live. Ace would explore all the places while you were gone. And not in such a clean way... He should clean up before you come back

Deuce might die from excessive flushing. He couldn't believe this and would be a little shocked. Deuce wouldn't search your room anyway. He would just sit on the bed and try to come up with a rational explanation for why he would be here.

Sebek would definitely be really upset and really loud about it. He would be excited about this but at the same time worried about how he could fulfill his knightly duties in this world. Sebek would search your room but if you ask about it he would just say he cleaned it.

Epel would be excited to meet you... he knows you like him but wouldn't know why. What if even you just thought he was cute? He might look at places and if you have apples make something of them.

Jack's his tail would wag and he doesn't know how to control it. Jack would try to present how this wouldn't be such a big deal. But that would be very difficult. He's a tsundere lol... Jack would probably just be waiting for you to come back.

Grim would be excited. Now he would finally see how his henchman lives. If you had tuna it would "mysteriously disappear". If you didn't have tuna Grim would require you to buy it. Grim would really act like this was his home and when YOU were staying with HIM.

[crunchystarz]

Hi, I just found your work and I literally love all of it!!! If it’s not too much of an issue (you can delete this if you want), can I please request self aware Malleus who reader badgers with questions about fae folklore upon him coming to their world?

Like, there’s so many interesting things about fae in mythology! Is giving a fae your name really bad? Does iron hurt him? Does he get offerings? Ahhhh, my head is spinning just thinking about it!

"COURTING?!?"

Self-aware!Malleus Draconia x GN!reader

Summary: while relaxing you ask Malleus about courting rituals among fae

Cw- fluff, gn!reader

Word count:1433

A/n: this is not proof read I fear🙂‍↕️; hopefully I did this ask right if not you have every right to call me a witch in front of the towns folk (also thank you so much for your sweet words o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o I try my best)

Mallues had always been interested in human behavior and culture, he just found them so fascinating. The complexities, the intricacies, the way humans could be so unpredictable. When he became aware of your existence he was no different wanting to know every little thing about you. To him you were like a puzzle he desperately wanted to solve.

What he didn't expect was the way you were as curious about him as much as he was with you. Since he started living with you, you'd always ask him about himself and fae. Was it true you couldn't break a promise? Was the never say thank you thing just a myth?

It was just so interesting to you. Did the fae from his world line up with the folklore from your world? You were just so curious. At first you were scared to approach him about it. Too scared it might be too personal and you might offend him. However he asks about humans all the time wouldn't it be fair if you did the same?

Malleus quietly watched you as you sprawled out across your mattress. Green eyes just taking in your features as your own skimmed across the novel you had taken a liking to as of recently.

Suddenly you rolled over on your back. The raven hair watched, confused on what you were up to, before you fully sat up and stared up at him. He searched your face for any signs of discomfort or you being upset.

“Is everything alright [Name]?” The prince asked. You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips and you lifted up your book. Malleus tilted his head confused.

“I just have a question, “ you started, closing the book. You'd constantly ask the horned fae questions so it wasn't a surprise when you sprung one out of nowhere. He let out a hum.

“ What is it, child of man?” He responded, voice soft. You looked a little flushed before clearing your throat. You met his gaze, his eyes watching you waiting for your question.

“Well it's that I'm very curious, how do fae court each other? Is it like In my books or is it completely different? “ You asked, sitting on your knees now. Malleus's eyes widened a bit and a flood of pink blush spread across his cheeks.

“Where is this coming from…” the raven hair spoke, his green eyes darting away from your face. Seeing his flustered expression made you smile a bit. You shook your head.

“Just curious is all” You said looking up at Malleus with an innocence he couldn't place. Just…curious. He cleared his throat trying to find the right words.

Finally, he let out a soft sigh and folded his hands in his lap.

“Well,” he began, his voice a bit quieter than usual, “courting among the fae is... a deeply significant and intricate process. It’s not something you enter into lightly, like any relationship it’s to be treated in a…delict matter.” He glanced at you briefly, his green eyes meeting yours before looking away again.

“Fae’s live a long time, yes;however we typically choose a partner only once so courting is very something that we do with caution “ He added. You smiled and nodded your head for the horned fae to continue.

“Courting often begins with gestures—small but meaningful acts that convey one’s intentions. Gift giving as you humans call it, usually a flower from a private garden or a trinket with a significant value would be given” Malleus spoke, placing a finger on his chin.

“Each gift is a declaration ,like a message that carries unspoken words if you will. Usually they're enchanted with magic as well” He started again

Your eyes sparkled with fascination as you leaned forward slightly. You were utterly engrossed. You'd always been a fan of the mythical world; You were always so excited whenever Malleus would answer your questions.

“woah…” you murmured. “Do both parties exchange these gifts?” you asked tilted your head. The prince’s eyes landed on you and he smiled softly. He let out a quiet hum.

“Once recognized and accepted, yes it is very common for the person to give back in signs they want to move forward, “ Malleus replied. You nodded, mouth slightly agape.

You recall something about fae being known to be possessive with their things, did that apply to partners as well?

“So Mal, I heard fae can be very territorial. Does that also apply to their partners—like um do you guys get jealous easily and stuff?”

Malleus took a moment before responding.”Well yes I do believe fae get very territorial…while I do admit we can get jealous most of the time it's more so out of a place of protection and wanting our partner to be comfortable rather than out of pure envy—not to say we don't sometimes get jealous of course” He spoked. You hummed, sitting back on your knees.

“Courting someone is like taking a small piece of you and giving it to another. It's a big commitment so it's only natural to feel a sense of possessiveness when it comes to the person you devote yourself to“ The prince added on with a shrug. You placed a hand on your chin, hanging onto his words.

“That sounds… intense,” you admitted with a chuckle, fidgeting with the drawstrings of your pajama shorts. “But also kind of romantic in a way.”

Malleus tilted his head, watching you intently. “Do you find it romantic, child of man? The idea of being cherished so deeply I mean” he said, words soft and careful.

Your heart skipped a beat at the question. The way he asked it, his voice low and steady, made you feel as though the room had somehow gotten smaller.

You fumbled for a response, you could feel the way blood rushed to your cheeks. “I-I mean, I guess so? It’s nice to think someone would care that much. But, um, I don’t think humans handle that kind of intensity as well as fae do,”

Malleus watched you with an intensity you couldn't quite place, His green eyes taking in your features and reactions.

“I suppose not,” he mused, “human emotion always amazes me, you know, such little time yet so much emotion it's truly fascinating in my opinon “ He mumbled. You hummed in response clearly lost in thought. It got silent for just a moment.

“Have you ever been jealous, Malleus?” you asked suddenly, the question slipping out before you could stop yourself.

Malleus blinked, surprised by your sudden boldness , a faint blush dusted his cheeks. He looked away, just like earlier when you had asked about courting.

“Jealousy… is not something I have experienced often. But,” he hesitated, his gaze returning to yours, “I cannot say I am immune to it…there have been times where my emotions get the better of me” the horned fae admitted.

You tilted your head, curiosity sparking in your eyes. A playful smile tugged at your lips “Oh Really? What kind of things would make someone like you jealous?” you asked, your tone teasing, yet curiosity laced your words as well.

Malleus gave a soft chuckle and playfully rolled his eyes, though his blush deepened slightly. “I suppose… moments when a certain someone I hold dea gives their attention to another,” he admitted his words more serious now. “It is not a feeling I take pride in but I cannot deny that I don't like seeing them with… others if I myself are not involve;it's selfish yes but I cannot help but feel possessive at times“

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise, you just looked down and nodded. “Yeah I honestly get that… I think it’s natural to want someone’s attention, especially when you care about them. It doesn’t make you bad, it just means… well, you care.” you muttered.

You were taken aback by the sudden feeling of slender fingers on your face. You blushed as one of Malleus’s hands found their way on your cheek. You couldn't help but melt.

“Yeah…” is all he said, yet it felt as if there was more that threatened to leave his tongue. The room was silent once more. Neither of you moved, just watched each other. The rays of the setting sun falling onto you.

If he were to court you…would you accept it? Is what he wanted to say. If he were to go home would you take his hand? Instead he just stayed quiet green eyes observing you. There's still very little he knew about humans. Very little he knew about you.

He did know he wanted to be with you...

MASTERLIST

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi! Can i ask for a self aware twst when the reader surprises adopted Silver as their son. Like just pointing at him and saying 'you are my child now' with Silver, Lilia and Sebek. Hope you have a good day!

Hehe. Anon, you know what you are doing. In fact, I would say you even want the chaos. And for that I love you come here so I can hug you.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Diasomnia chapter spoilers (Lilias part, maybe Sebek), religion, violence, isolation, kidnapping, obsessive behavior

Lilia Vanrouge/(Platonic) Silver/Sebek Zigvolt-Adopting Silver

Oh ok. Cool cool coolcoolcoolcoolcool

Well, at least that one room dedicated to you in the form of an altar can now be used for more practical uses (finally)

When Lilia heard you say those words and point at his son, he fell from the chandelier he was dangling from

Not only did he have to navigate through not accidentally telling his son that he was the blood related son of an enemy general and that exactly this general killed Malleus mom

But also that he had now a second parent that also happened to be god

Mhm totally normal

Conversations to strangers about his family were already playing out like this in his head:

Hi, I am Lilia Vanrouge, yes the one in your history book, this is my son Silver, yes he looks like a certain knight, and my lovely partner and also parent of this lovely human, yes, FU**ING GOD THEMSELVES

Ah yes, sitting in church will totally not be awkward after this

Bro legit sits you down with a pen and paper, asking you to sign the marriage certificate

Asks you what flowers you want to have on your wedding. Doesn't matter if you are a woman, man or identify as something else, he is planning that

Also has already planned out how to get you into the Valley of Thorns without anyone noticing

Because no matter how devoted he is to you, he will always be too greedy to share your attention with someone else

You could have said this as a joke or some other protective instinct towards the silver-haired male but all that man's father hears is a marriage proposal

Lilia is just happy that you feel some sort of positive way to his family member (makes things easier when you are stuck in that cabin)

I mean, he did see Silver as a present from you, a child meant to bring him back to the light after being so long in the shadow of war

And now the three of you were together! How lovely!

Which would mean that you planned this all along. Dear Overseer, if you liked the idea of you being a family you could have just told him so

He will be the best partner to raise a child together you could dream of

And should someone dare to interrupt the perfect, peaceful life you three (plus two more) had, he wouldn't mind swinging that sword again

Wait what?

What do you mean with that?

Are you sure you want him to be your son? Really?

Apparently he was not the only one surprised since he could hear the thud of his father falling to the ground behind him and Seek screaming somewhere behind him

Be prepared for a silver haired knight to look at you with the biggest puppy eyes and ask "Do you really want me as you son?"

Critical hit! Someone call a doctor. I think the Valley of Thorns god can be killed by cuteness

After that he is glued to your side (even though you have to part sooner or later since he is not living in Ramshackle)

One morning you woke up to the guy standing there with some food being like "I made some food."

Like where the Heck did he even get the keys for the dorm? (He broke in through a hole in the ceiling)

Silver always comes running to you whenever he does something and wants praises

Once he was best in one of his classes and he stood there with the report like he could turn into a dog and get headpats from you any second

But, as I am sure you are aware of, this is a blog with yandere themes and we have to say goodbye to the fluff at some point

That sword training comes in handy is all I'm saying

I mean, he has probably enough strength to break someone's leg with his bare hands by simply applying some pressure

And that one Diasomnia student that tried to take his son-status away from him was found again in a not-so-compatible-state-with-life kind of situation

I'm letting you imagine what happened

Like Lilia he is ready to burn everyone who dares to interfere with your little family

The forests of his homeland are pretty though so no need to worry about the appearance of your surroundings once they bring you to your new home (who needs social interaction anyways?)

A second of silence

And then the screaming started

“OH HOW KIND OF OUR OVERSEER! TO SHOW A MORTAL THEIR KINDNESS AND CARING SIDE!”

Seek would be lying if he said that he wasn't surprised

You, aka the Overseer, aka some higher being, AKA GOD, were known in the Valley of Thorns to be kind and caring, yet also distant and never approaching others directly

But then you literally adopt someone, making that person someone in your inner cycle?

Well, if Sebek knew one thing then that those Priests were going to have a crisis as soon as they learned about this

Totally not jealous

He would try to get closer to you since, apparently, you did allow others to get close to you

But he was happy as long as you were

After all, he was now the (not-so-official appointed) shield of the Valley of Thorns, something he got passed on by his grandfather

So of course he couldn't be family with you

That didn't mean he couldn't “help” you

Someone intruded on that dinner you had with Lilia and Silver?

Ouch… that punch must have hurt

Whenever Silver or his Father had to interfere because someone else came too close then they were some incredibly slick (looking at you Rook) or lucky person

Don't let his loud mouth fool you

This crocodile has done unmentionables in your name in order to make things easier for your new found family

For what? Oh you know, becoming his neighbor back home… forever

[throughgoalsandbaskets]

TWST x OM! self-sware AUs where you end up in possession of a cursed phone you found at a pawn shop that looked in really good condition, but any game you get on it comes to life.

You're not really a huge gamer, especially due to having such a busy personal life, so you only got two games that you thought would be fun for the moments your social battery was down but you still craved an adventure or excitement. You take your friend's advice and get two different games: Twisted Wonderland and Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Things start off nice and simple, and after a while daily login rewards start to get better and better for both games, even if it goes unnoticed your friends don't get anything nearly as good as you have despite having played longer.

You begin to figure the games are just generous with certain things, after getting a rather impressive amount of gifts after certain events. Had it not been for one minor detail, you wouldn't have ever noticed anything at all off about the games.

The way your friends complain about certain in-game storylines or characters.

What do you mean that Belphegor's story after lesson 16 needed more growth? That it felt rushed into forgiveness? Was 7 lessons of tension resulting into a final thought out apology not at all cared about?

And Grim? What about Grim? Why are your friends so frustrated that he's supposedly so annoying at times? Did the several late night conversations throughout the books slowly revealing his abandonment issues and need to feel important to not be abandoned mean nothing to them?

And what's this about characters not having a live chatting feature? Or onto having 2 or 3 options for dialogue all leading to the same outcome?

[3wavez]

kinda part 2 Drabble to my hidden creator and imposter deal thingy idk… er enjoy though

Inspired by a comment I received too so :3

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While you faked your identity, your friendship with the imposter grew stronger. They enjoyed your presence just as much as you enjoyed theirs. The others didn’t enjoy that though, feeling a tinge of jealousy towards you for getting so close to their lord (which is funny). They begin shunning you from outings with the imposter, keeping you away from them as much as possible.

Although your desperate attempts to keep your identity a secret from all the characters, some seemed to realize who was the true fake. Most went to you, encouraging you to fight off the imposter. While others wanted to kill the imposter themselves. You felt discomforted by their actions, telling them to quit it. They abide to your word, even though they still felt betrayal from the imposter, your friendship with them made it even more painful to endure.

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Imposter: Good to see you again! I brought some of your favorite things.. here!

You: ohh, Thanks a lot! I picked you some flowers while i walked here!

Characters seething in the back, gritting their teeth.

Imposter: sorry about them.. are you sure you don’t wanna reveal yourself?

You: ehh, I’m okay. They can cry about it later, instead let’s enjoy our day together!

Imposter: hmm.. okay! (^_^)

[eva-kl0ndaik]

MASTERLIST

TWISTED WONDERLAND

COOKIE RUN KINGDOM

AFK ARENA

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[otomes-world]

When sun goes down

This piece takes place after New beginning. Another sentient twst works here

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Tick.

The clock ticks by steadily, not caring about the season or the time of day. The living room of the Onboro Dorm is dark, but the eyes have become accustomed to the darkness and can distinguish the outlines of objects. The curtains are drawn tightly, not even a ray of light from the street penetrates into the room. There is no desire to light candles or turn on the light.

In some places there is still a thin layer of dust; cleaning has not been done for quite some time. The cat was too lazy, you... barely had enough strength and motivation for yourself.

Tick tock.

Tick.

Quiet. The birds don't sing, even the wind suddenly died down that night. As if the whole world had stopped, as had all its inhabitants. Everyone except you and the stubborn clock. Every sound was like a mockery of your alien essence. Like you're a puzzle piece that's been forced into a picture that you're not a part of. As if hoping that it, you, would take root and the protruding corners would somehow miraculously disappear.

They didn't.

Tick tock. Tick.

Mechanical monotonous noise no longer get on your nerves. It was much more merciful than anything in this world. The clock simply did the job assigned to it. How great it would be if everyone took their responsibilities with the same passion. However, someone took this too seriously, outweighing the lack of interest of others.

It had long since passed midnight, maybe one in the morning, maybe a little more. You stopped tracking the passage of time. Closing your eyes and completely falling into the darkness, you tried to clear your consciousness, leaving only...

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Rustle.

Rustle? Frowning instantly, you began to listen. Didn't it seem like it to you? Yes, most likely it was. Let's stop there.

Curiosity was a feeling long buried inside. It brought much more trouble than good. However, now you were not driven by it, but by simple and banal fear. How often did whoever it was come to Onboro? Do they go inside while everyone was sleeping?

A slight rustling sound, as if someone was carefully stepping on the grass. Barely noticeable, but difficult to ignore in the silence. The eyes opened again, but there was no difference. They needed to get used to the general darkness again. Another sound, but louder this time. Someone clearly came closer.

Your hands clasped together by themselves, nails dug into your skin, but you no longer feel the pain. The brain, trying to defend itself, “turned off” this ability. You didn’t want to decide, whether this is for the better or worse, now.

Now it was the obvious sound of footsteps on the wooden porch. Someone was walking very close. The curtains were drawn all the time, precisely because of the fear of seeing someone familiar. There's no need for another panic attack.

Stand up and carefully look? The floorboards would immediately creak and give away the location; you wouldn’t be able to accomplish your plan unnoticed. Would this be enough to scare off an unexpected guest? Probably not.

Freezing in place, you forced yourself to listen to the ticking with renewed vigor so as not to break down.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

There was a knock on the window. Someone knocked on the glass. Very neat, but at the same time too obvious to be attributed to an accident. Everything inside freezes, and your hand covered your mouth to prevent an sob from escaping. The silence began to feel heavier, and the ticking became unusually loud.

No! Heart beat stubbornly, nullifying all efforts to remain calm. The fingers still covering mouth trembled. The legs stood up by themselves, taking centimeter steps towards the window. Take a peek and make sure that the person who came would leave. The ordinary window seemed to emanate a black aura, the kind people usually like to depict in horror films. Is it worth mentioning that after recent events, you hated this genre with all your heart.

Only willpower prevents you from getting up and running into the room. Another light knock on the window followed by silence. Should you come up and ask to leave? Are you ready for a face-to-face confrontation? Have you recovered enough?

Enough. No longer worried about being heard, you ran on unsteady legs towards the stairs and then back into the room. A desperate piece of “Wait-.!” drowned somewhere behind under your deafening heartbeat.

Quiet. Even too much. As if someone had frozen in exactly the same way on the other side of the fabric and glass. Carefully touching the rough material like it might burn you, you pulled the curtain back just a little. The gap was no more than a couple of centimeters. There was an all-too-distinct sigh, and wide eyes met the exact same ones of yours.

This was enough for you to lose your composure, clutch the fabric in your hands and forcefully close it. The old cornice creaked in disagreement, but to its credit it held up.

The creaking of floorboards and a more desperate voice died down after some time. In the dark room, the only source of sound was again the old antique clock.

Tick..

[harzilla]

I keep thinking of the self aware Twst AU's and I see folks writing it for angst or horror and I love it. But comedy. Make it funny. Explain the game mechanics to them.

"What do you mean you managed to max out Idia's friendship level, with stickers?"

Idia holding up a sticker album: "Well to be fair, they're really cool stickers."

Ace: "Why the hell does Azul have the highest friendship points."

"Listen, his dorm card is really really good...."

Ace: "He enslaved us with a contract!"

"Hey, you get a solo element card with a strong heal and then we'll talk about you getting all the stickers."

Azul: "So you're telling me that, our world is being used by a mega corporation to take money through a predatory gacha system that takes in millions and it's legal in your world?"

"Yep."

Azul: "I wonder if I can take them to court for use of my likeness without consent."

"I'm not sure copyright law crosses dimensions, but let me know if you figure it out."

twst guy complaining about how long class is taking, just to watch you pop a candy in your mouth and, why the fuck has class suddenly gotten an hour longer? The guys quickly learn you can be petty too when they mouthed off to you one to many times so you kept extending class time until they crack and apologizes.

[married-to-google-translater]

Self aware AU: Vice dorm leader's reaction when they woke up in your room.

Jamil trying to make the best possible first impression. Maybe they would clean your place a bit. Jamil knows that they would have to stay for a while and hypn otization is not always an option.

Ruggie would love your room. He thinks that would be super cool. Ruggie would enjoy all the "luxuries" you have in your room. However, he would not want to violate your privacy. Ruggie would try to get his tail to stop wagging before you got home.

Rook would become an FBI agent. He would explore EVERY inch of your room so he could learn EVERYTHING about you. The word privacy is not in his vocabulary. When you came home Rook would rush to hug you. Oh you two would have so much to talk about.

Jade would be surprisingly calm. He would explore your room a little but not too much. Jade would be interested, but it wouldn't make a good first impression. Jade would just wait for your return. He would be interested in what kind of face you make when you see him.

Lilia would be really excited. He couldn't wait to see you and your surprised face. While waiting for you, he would probably explore your room and bake you cookies. (If you want to live don't eat them.) Before your return home, Lilia would go into hiding. The jumpscare would be real when you enter your home.

Trey would be nervous. Because of this, he would decide to focus on baking. This would calm Trey's nerves. It would also be nice if he had something to offer you when you "officially" meet for the first time.

[yanderelionwrites]

Take a Break - Self Aware AU Leona x Reader

Very self indulgent drabble to cope with finals stress 🫠

(Type of self aware au where they can come out of the game btw)

Content Warning: None!

Word Count: 778

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A normal person would probably scream and freak out if a whole person came out of their phone, nevermind it being a character from a mobile game. But you’ve grown used to it by now, so you don’t even bat an eye when an NRC boy comes through to say hi. In fact, you welcome it.

Except for maybe today. You have a bunch of projects and assignments due for finals week and you’ve been working nonstop on them so you can get them done on time. You’re beyond tired and your hands feel like they’re gonna fall off, but at least your assignments don’t look like total shit.

You’re at your desk working, ignoring the strain in your eyes or the stiffness of your shoulders. In fact, you’re so busy, you don’t even notice your phone’s screen lighting up, glowing from across the bedroom where you left it charging. In a flash, a certain lion beastman appears, feet planting themselves on the floor before his eyes scan around the room for you.

After confirming you’re actually present, Leona makes himself comfy on your bed. You hear the creak of the mattress springs, and finally then do you realize you’re not alone. You only stare at him in mild annoyance, though.

“What did I say about napping on my bed? You can’t just use my room as one of your hideouts, you know.”

Leona closes his eyes, leaning back until his head hits the pillow. He hums, murmuring, “You say that, but I don’t see you trying very hard to kick me out.”

“Cuz I’m too busy to fight with you.” You take a minute to stretch your limbs out before going straight back to work. “I thought we agreed that you guys wouldn’t visit during this time so I could focus. Just couldn’t wait to see me, huh?”

A huff of a chuckle came from Leona, saying, “Nah, just wanted a quiet place to nap. It’s those freshmen that won’t stop yappin’ about seeing you.”

“Mmhm,” is all you respond with, and the room soon falls silent again.

Only a few seconds go by and Leona is out like a light. You watch as his chest heaves up and down, looking oh so comfortable on your bed. Oh, what you’d give just to lay down and nap the day away. Better yet, make it the whole week. Geez, when was the last time you got a good night’s sleep?

You swear, once finals are done and over with, you’ll take the time to relax as much as you like. But for now, you need to finish this work.

The idea of taking a nap seems to still be on your mind, however, as you nod off at your desk. Your head nearly hits the wooden surface at one point, and you have to shake yourself awake to get the drowsiness to go away.

A hand clamping down on your shoulder causes you to jump, wide-awake eyes meeting the emerald ones of the man behind you. You didn’t even notice him there until now.

“You look awful,” Leona states matter-of-factly, and you throw a scowl at him before facing back towards your laptop.

“Gee, thanks. That’s exactly what I wanna hear right now.”

“Quit pushin’ yourself and take a break already before you find yourself drooling all over your work.” 

“I’m…” You take a second to yawn. “...not even tired. And I’m almost done, so–”

Leona shuts the lid to your laptop, eliciting a “Hey!” from you, but all protests die in your throat as he pulls you up by the arm. It’s not enough force to hurt, but it gets you to stand up from your chair. He tugs you away from your desk, uttering, “Don’t try to lie to me. Those eyebags are horrendous.” 

He leads you over to your bed and nudges you forward, and you have no choice but to flop down onto the covers with an indignant huff. You cross your arms as Leona crawls in next to you, chuckling at your glower.

“Don’t be like that. It won’t kill ya to rest a little bit.” He props his arm up to support his head as he leans against the pillow, gazing down at you. “Seriously, you gotta learn to take it easy sometimes.”

“Hmm, good thing the expert is here to show me.” You finally crack a smile, cuddling further into the warmth and comfort your bed brings.

You fall asleep shockingly fast; you really were more tired than you thought. The stress of finals still hangs around you, but at least you can find a moment of peace in Leona’s arms.

[callmepumpkid]

Twisted Wonderland Time loop theory…but only the vice housewardens know about the time loop besides Crowley.

The first loop, Riddle overblots like normal, except…Trey dies during the encounter.

Trey, just as soon as he closed his eyes for the final time, he appears right back at the beginning of the year. He watching Ace and Deuce—Past Ace and deuce get shorted into heartslabyul.

He panics of course. He tells riddle and the rest of the dorm But everyone thinks he’s crazy.

It’s not long until Riddle overblots again—sooner than expected. Trey can’t believe his eyes until he comes too in the mirror chamber. He in a time loop.

It’s many cycles before Trey realizes he can’t escape it. He’s tried everything. But he learns that everything must happen in an exact order. Riddle has to overblot on a certain day.

So he acts normal. He doesn’t do anything to stop riddle like all the other times. He doesn’t stop Ace from stealing a tart. He doesn’t make the correct tart for the unbirthday when Ace and Deuce come to him for help.

He doesn’t do anything.

Riddle overblots…and the loop goes on. Trey does everything to keep it on track from there forward. Everything.

It isn’t until one day after Leona’s overblot does the loop reset. He’s confused until he see the scared and confused look in Jade’s eyes that he knows what Happened.

It’s only a matter of time after Jade’s death and the next loop that Jamil becomes aware. Jade and Trey are surprised to learn that Kalim had overbloted and killed Jamil.

Rook is the next one to become aware. Jamil tells the story of Vil’s overblot while Rook collects his mind.

They never make it past the time all the housewardens get kidnapped by idia. They don’t know what happened but they always reset. They’re so used to the loop by now, they don’t even remember how many loops there has been.

They know everything that happens. Down to the last minute. There’s nothing different in terms of main events.

Until the most recent loop.

A magicless human shows up at the ceremony. They’re not prepared for this. It’s the one thing different from all the original loops.

Maybe…this loop will be different.

Maybe they’ll finally escape.