#the nightmares were especially horrible though 😔

[running-in-the-dark]

I was asleep for most of yesterday. and today as well. like I basically only woke up to eat, watch tv for a little bit, and then I fell asleep again. I'm so tired and dizzy.

I'm really hoping it'll be better tomorrow. I really gotta start/continue writing my thesis. 😭

[kneelingshadowsalome]

We know Konig is more soft on women, but is it all women in general? For example, if some girl was hitting on him, would he be rough with her? Would he ever kill a woman? (if he's on the battlefield - I'm guessing he would if he had to). Is he chivalrous to all women or just his partner?

Yes, König is absolutely super soft to all women in general 🌸

The thing is, women are an exception, a beautiful, pure anomaly in König's worldview. He both worships them and views them as fragile. Women need to be protected from all harm. And at the same time... König goes feral every time he gets to taste and touch and fu–ahem, make love to a woman.

CW: Toxic!König. Sexism. Mentions of canon-typical violence and PTSD. Freudian madness.

Something just snaps, and he doesn't want to hurt his Engel... but he's a bit ADHD, and far too needy, goes a bit crazy every time he sees her. Women's soft skin and plump breasts and hot, wet, silky folds drive him insane. He just wants to drown himself in a woman, hide somewhere deep, somewhere safe, but can't because he's so big and has to act all tough. If he could, if only he was allowed, he would fall asleep every night with his cock buried inside that beautiful, warm, velvet softness.

So König's deeply embedded insecurity and attempts to seek safety are a combination that make him a little unhinged when it comes to women. That's why he can never get enough 😔 Also this man's horrible childhood has made him an adrenaline addict. Chaos is what he's used to, it feels familiar, so there's a risk that König might never settle into safety even if he finds it. He needs a high (which means he needs to kill and he needs sex.)

Female operators are skilled and tough in his eyes, and he trusts their abilities (kind of), but he would always keep a silent lookout, and try to keep them safe. Even if those women looked at him like he's a weirdo. He would always choose to help a woman over helping a man. Men can and have to survive on their own if a lady is in trouble. I know this wasn't asked but He would also never, ever hurt children.

If a woman tried to kill him (on the battlefield) he would be very professional about it. He wouldn't find joy in the killing, though. As odd as it may sound, König would prefer shooting to stabbing when it comes to neutralizing a female target. He wouldn't want to prolong their deaths, and it would make him extremely uncomfortable to knife a woman down. If he has to, he will do it, but the kill would be as quick and clean as possible.

The ones König has killed linger on the precipice of his mind as precious memories, sick fantasies made real. But the women he kills haunt him forever: those deaths sometimes give him nightmares. Especially if they brought even the tiniest bit of satisfaction...

...Because König does go into a mode when he's left with a firearm. He's so excited he sometimes drops mags simply because he's so enthusiastic. Thrill and anxiety mix when he's working, and he feels absolutely marvelous every time he fires a gun and gets to announce "Target down" in the comms. Better yet if he can go on a spree and destroy a whole room full of villains. Noticing later that one or some of them were women would give him a cold feeling in the gut and leave him with a worsening PTSD.

If a woman was violent in other circumstances, meaning outside work/warfare, he would simply seize them as gently and firmly as he can and try to calm them down. König thinks hitting women is just wrong. Even if they were trying to hit him (hitting on, as in flirting with him, now that's a different thing hehe. Not sure if this is what you asked, if so let me know!). It's unmanly and cowardly, and he would kill any guy who hits women, and kill them without mercy.

König's traumatic childhood has put him on a knight's quest to protect all women and children from harm. His mother has greatly influenced the way he sees women overall. At the end of the day, they're creatures who don't know how to defend themselves so he needs to save them.

But then again... These 'Knight in Shining Armor' fantasies should be taken with a grain of salt.

Because seeing a woman under him in a helpless state, looking back at him with cute, wet eyes while he's lodged deep inside is the best thing in the world in König's opinion. He would never deliberately go and hurt a woman... But why then does it feel so good when Engel squeals every time he goes a little too deep? (Always on accident, of course.)

[paikothecateater]

could we get a fic about what happened before Iceland made his way into Sweden's room and found norway?

we wanna know what kind of nightmare norway was having to the point of him going to Sweden😔

Oh hell yeah!

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Norway was way too familiar with this dream. He couldn't figure out how to categorise it. It wasn't a good dream, that's for sure, but it also wasn't entirely a nightmare.

He made another lazy, futile attempt to reach over and grasp it.

To grasp him...

He vaguely recognised the figure. He knew this person, he was sure of it, but he couldn't put a name to him.

He wasn't the only one. There were three others, this one just so happened to be the clearest.

He had a hard time convincing himself that they were people. They didn't seem real.

They were blurry and let off a soft glow. The glow became brighter whenever they spoke. He couldn't understand a word, but he loved their voices.

He didn't think they knew he existed. They didn't seem to be able to see him.

They had so many conversations. Even though Norway didn't understand a word, it warmed him from the inside. He never managed to get close enough to touch one, but he did know that on top of their soft light, they gave off this gentle heat.

Two of them were always at a distance from him. He wasn't bothered. They always seemed happy to him that way.

The other two always stayed close. One of them stayed extremely close at all times. He tried and tried, but could never touch it. He was afraid to. He once almost grazed it, but it's glow dimmed dangerously low when he did. He was scared of somehow hurting it.

This one was, by far, his favourite. It was smaller than the others. He felt this strong connection to it. This strong urge to protect it. He didn't recognise him, but he knew he loved him.

Another one occasionally joined it. This one was much bigger and it's light was much more stable, much brighter. It's warmth was also more intense. He had the sneaking suspicion this one at least knew of his existence.

He felt safe in its presence.

He liked getting to see them, but it was also very isolating.

These embers had their own world. He wasn't a part of it, and no matter how hard he tried, they always ended up fading.

Just as soon as he finally remembered them.

He felt horribly cold without them. Their heat was so pleasant and comforting...

It was dark, cold and lonely.

Norway's worst fear wasn't an easy one to overcome... Norway feared being alone most out of everything.

Norway woke up in a pool of his own sweat.

He immediately throws the covers off of himself and rushes out of his room.

He walks into Iceland's room.

He couldn't bring himself to wake him up...

Iceland looked quite troubled himself. It would be cruel to add more stress to him when his mind seemed so heavy.

Norway leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his little brother's cheek.

Iceland's expression softened and he let out a quiet sigh.

"I won't let you carry my burdens this time. You're just a child. It's my job to make you feel better. You have nothing to worry about, Min lille prins." He whispered before leaving the room.

Norway wandered around aimlessly. He didn't want to wake anyone else up.

Especially not Denmark or Finland. He recognised them as the distant blurry figures from his dream.

Part of him was hurt that they weren't as close as Iceland or Sweden, but he couldn't blame them for his own mind's cruelty. They didn't deserve that.

Sweden was an option, but walking into someone's room to tell them you had a nightmare as an adult man might be the worst thing Norway can think of.

So he paced.

And paced.

And paced...

And paced.....

Until he couldn't bring himself to stand anymore.

He walked over to Sweden's door, sat down by it and let his tears fall pathetically.

He didn't know why he was so miserable. It wasn't a bad dream. It was supposedly happy, but Norway felt so alone. So abandoned...

Sweden's door opened and Norway was met with a very confused yet concerned look.

Not even bothering to stand, Norway wordlessly clung to Sweden's legs.

"Norway...? What happened?" Sweden mumbled sleepily.

"söta bror... Don't leave me..." begged Norway even more pitifully.

Sweden pulled him up and gave him a concerned look.

"what happened?" he asked gently.

Now feeling a little more embarrassed, Norway nervously looked around.

"I just... It's just a bad dream..." he said vaguely.

Sweden gently guided Norway into his room and had him sit down on his bed.

"wait here..." he said.

Sweden left the room for a bit, then returned with a glass of water.

"drink..." he said, handing him the glass.

Norway did just that.

"are you sure you're okay? You look sick." Sweden remarked.

"not really... I'm a little... Shaken up." admitted Norway.

"you can talk about it if it'll help." suggested Sweden.

Norway nodded and began retelling the whole dream the best he could describe it.

Sweden listened as Norway described his dreams. How he was afraid that it meant something deeper that he just couldn't understand.

It was strange to him that no matter how many times Norway had this dream, he never seemed to remember who the figures were until they faded.

Sweden listened and nodded and waited for Norway to finish explaining.

"when I got too close to it, it almost went out..." he explained.

"the Iceland one?" asked Sweden.

"yeah... Do you think it means I'm hurting him by being near him?" asked Norway.

"what?"

"I feel so selfish for going to him for help so often... What if it's hurting him more than I thought?"

"Norway... Don't be ridiculous... Nothing in this world would hurt him more than being separated from you. If you're suggesting that you should keep your distance from him, you're actively trying to hurt him." said Sweden blatantly.

"so, what should I do?"

"you should start fixing your sleep schedule."

Norway sighs.

"I'm definitely not sleeping again after that."

"yes, you are."

"I don't want to go through that again."

"you won't. If you do, I'll be here, but you need sleep. It can't be helped."

"..."

"come on... You can sleep here. I'll be up for another three hours I expect."

"why?"

"to make sure you're alright."

"you don't have to do that."

"yes, I do. You're to me what Iceland is to you, if you need me, I'll be here."

Norway says nothing else. He leans against Sweden who begins rhythmically patting his back.

Norway's exhaustion creeps back in and he starts dozing instantly. He felt a lot better about this time. He knew he had someone to rely on if things went south.

In his sleep, Norway saw the same figures, only this time, the bigger of the two closest ones had finally seen him and he finally got to know what it felt like to touch these figures. He didn't recognise it, but he knew he loved it, and he knew that it loved him too.

A few hours later, the little one also saw him and it too wrapped him up in a warm embrace. Instead of dimming from his touch, it burned brighter.

The other two remained at their distance, but he still felt their love radiating off of them.

For the first time in a long time, Norway enjoyed a good night's rest, enveloped in the warmth of his two favourite people in the world who would ensure that he was never alone.

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Is it way too sappy? Yes. Did I cry while writing it? Yes. Will it satisfy the ask? Probably not, but well, that's what happened.

I do feel the need to clarify even though it's probably obvious, but Iceland also noticing Norway refers to when he also joined him and Sweden.

The talk between Norway and Sweden is... A little dry, but that's because both of them suck at speech. Norway is horrible at explaining what he feels and Sweden is very matter-of-fact about these things.

Just in case the whole vibe of Norway's dream isn't clear, he feels like he's way too different and isolated from the others. It's not a rational fear, but to Norway it's very real. He's not necessarily terrified of being alone, it's being alone even when they're around is what he fears.

Finland and Denmark being at a constant distance in Norway's dream doesn't refer to them having a distant relationship. It's that Norway is generally closer to Iceland and Sweden and he feels more comfortable being himself around them.

Just like Sweden said, Norway is to him what Iceland is to Norway and by extention Iceland is to Sweden what Norway is to Sweden. They kind of have this little sub-family thing going on. It's not that he doesn't care about Denmark and Finland just as much.

This is actually related to a pretty old headcanon, so I'll restate it here. Norway has a horrible time with sleep and he usually goes to Iceland for these problems, but if he wakes him up too many nights in a row, he starts feeling guilty for disrupting his sleep so often.

The 'figures' having this sort of glowing factor represents the joy they bring into Norway's life. The reason the Iceland figure dims when he almost touches it the first time isn't a reflection of him being a negative influence on Iceland's life, it's just a reflection of his own fear of hurting him.

Yep, I think that's all that needs clarification. Thank you so much for the ask and I hope this mini fic was worth it.

[olivyh]

Thanks for welcoming me olive!

Sorry if this is a bit too soon for a second req but I really couldn't help myself😔

So about the ask:

How about an mc who comes from ttv(twst true villans)

You can do 1 or both routes,

An mc who is a villain(someone who actively participates in the carnage for fun, ie. Riddle)

Or...

An innocent (someone who gets caught in the crossfire and kills only to survive)

Of course! And it's not too soon at all!! <3333

So I feel like both of them could go very different routes!

Spoilers for True Villains below!

For the villain Mc:

-Of course, everyone was confused by your nonchalant expressions and attitude

-At least they thought it was nonchalant

-They became increasingly more and more concerned at your deeply sadistic nature and how easily you suggested horrible things as punishment or for fun, as well as your confusion when they said, in horror, that none of those things were real there

-That further raised the concern of what you could do to them when they were least expecting it

-Most of the cast feels bad for you when you explain the world you were sucked into before this one, the constant carnage and bloodstained dorms that deeply contrasted this tamer version

-But a lot of them do hold the presumptions (with much justification) that you could be... dangerous. The glint in your eye when someone breaks a rule or when you get an idea, the way you eye them up as though they were pieces of meat rather than people, rather than your friends

-They're even more deeply concerned when you explain how each of them died/killed their friends. The ones who died are even more terrified of you, thinking about how they technically died before your eyes and you were... okay with that.

-Ace and Deuce feel as though they can't fully relax around you, feeling their bodies tense and a strange phantom burn across their throats whenever you look in their direction, memories of the time you told them you watched them be beheaded flashing through their minds

-Trey doesn't trust you in the kitchen, and neither Riddle nor Cater can bare being in the same room as you for long

-Jack being more worried around arrows and around Rook in particular, knowing all too well that the man wouldn't ever do anything to actually hurt him, but the implications are too much for the wolf to bear

-Ruggie would feel around the same towards Leona as before just... more worried towards you. You helped Leona murder him? After he helped you back in your world? He's glad he cut your story off before you told him whether or not you helped the lion eat him afterwards.

-The octatrio even find you creepy, after the glint in your eyes after seeing their performs for the first time and explaining that mer were simply... seafood in the previous world. They stay clear of you as much as they can

-Jamil is on high guard, and even Kalim is wary around you after hearing of the acts you committed against the people in their dorm and how you willingly played along with their torture

-The Pomefiore trio stay as far away from you as possible, and, even though Rook is intrigued, he tries to ignore your suggestions on exactly what he can do with his bow. Vil also tries to ignore the horrible combinations you come up with in the cauldron

-Epel can't walk through Pomefiore's gardens anymore without feeling an overwhelming sense of panic upon seeing the marble statues, knowing he was nearly turned into one in the old world

-You never see Idia and Ortho, especially not after the way you looked at Ortho and suggested the other Ignihyde students replace their own body parts with robotics...

-As for Diasomnia... none of them stay around you. Silver gets nightmares about accidentally killing Sebek and his father, and Lilia is incredibly protective over the three other dorm members, having only seen that bloodthirsty gaze in the most fearsome of enemies from the war

-Grim is unsettled at your suggestions, the hints that he just might snap and eat you one day....

In terms of an innocent MC:

-You were hesitant to get close to anyone, especially the dorm leaders

-with the assumption that this is following the canon twst timeline, and MC appears at the same time Yuu does in-game, the overblots just make things ten times worse

-Most of the time you can barely bring yourself to leave your room, trembling when you're around anyone who isn't one of the first years (minus Sebek). The slightest sound or laughter nearby is enough to send you into a panicked frenzy

-Nobody understands why you seem to be terrified day after day until you finally break and admit to your friends one tear-filled night about what the previous Twisted Wonderland was like

-They tell the rest of their dorms and all of them... suddenly gain an understanding.

-The overblot crew especially feel terrible, realizing that they'd likely added another layer of trauma

-As for killing to survive... it unnerves them. But after seeing how kind you really are when you're not trembling and mumbling in a panicked daze... they can somewhat understand why you did what you did

-Heartslabyul is the most careful dorm. Riddle is careful to keep his voice down and, if it bothers you that much, he will stay away from you in fear of triggering your memories of the other world's Riddle... similar to the rest of the cast, actually. But, unlike the other students, Riddle is very loud and brash sometimes, which could set you off more easily. Ace and Deuce are the ones who offer the most comfort, always staying by your side (Ace even stopped his teasing after learning of your past). Trey and Cater will also distance themselves if they scare you that badly, but Trey does try to get you to at least try his food... there's no blood, he promises

-Leona didn't care at first, but he did feel pity toward you. He understood where you came from... that you had to kill to survive. It's how things were in the wild, right? Ruggie also feels bad- especially because he definitely tried to take advantage of your cautious nature around him. He feels horrible after learning that you were trying to keep him alive, unlike his other world self. Jack feels the worst, after seeing how you cling to him and sob into his shoulder/arm, apologizing to him over who-knows-what

-The octatrio barely see you around, and nothing can get them to get closer to you. Any time one of them starts a conversation you begin to panic and search frantically for one of the other first years, unable to calm down until one of the three is out of sight completely. They soon heard of the horrors of their dorm in the other world, and become more cautious around you. Despite their efforts, their personalities are still meant to hide things which... does not bode well for your future friendships with them, sadly

-Kalim tries his best to get close to you, but you seem to avoid him. He gets the hint and tries to tone down his personality, approaching you gently and as quietly as possible. He's surprised you don't accept any of Jamil's food... it's not poisoned! He swears! He heard from Ace what Scarabia was like in the old world, and he tries his hardest to make you feel better! He would do anything in his power to make you happy! Jamil acts in a similar way though, due to his subdued personality and mask that he wears, he's not very successful in gaining your trust. You aren't too good with his trust, especially after hearing that you killed people in the past. He understands that you had to do it for your own safety, but he hopes you can understand his position in having to protect Kalim

-Epel is one of your closest allies; and another person who, upon your first meeting, made you burst into tears and hold him close, apologizing into his shoulder. He soon understood your pain and joined the protect Mc squad with the rest of the first years. He finds it interesting how you seem to avoid Vil and Rook at all costs, pulling him and Jack away desperately whenever the two come by. Vil understands, and keeps his distance, only trying to gain your trust briefly during the VDC

-Oh yeah, VDC was hell for this MC btw

-Anyways, Rook is on the other side. He wants your trust!! He wants to hear more about this world! He wants all the dirty details about what the other him was like and what you had to go through but... he understands and also keeps his distance. From you and Jack, actually.

-Idia was incredibly overwhelmed by you at first and, much like the others, by your emotional reaction to seeing him and his younger brother again. The way you held Ortho softly, looking over his featured with tearstained cheeks as you mumbled about how glad you were that he was okay before turning to Idia and apologizing profusely, begging for him to forgive you. He was confused, and dazed, and honestly just wanted you to leave his room so he could get back to his game.

-Malleus is hurt by your terror over him, but he's used to it. He wasn't used to this... raw terror. The shaking, crying, hyperventilating whenever he was near, pleading for him to back away and curling into a corner, covering your face with your hands until he left. Lilia helped to comfort him, overhearing of what the other Malleus had done. Lilia understood that there was not much he, or anyone for that matter, could do. You were a hurt, scared, confused student from a world that had forced you to do awful things for survival... Lilia understood it. He too had to kill to survive. He's very glad that Silver seems to be a source of comfort for you. Silver is very confused as to why you're so attached to him, but he's also relieved that you aren't scared of him and look up to him as a protector. Sebek scares you the most- he's loud, much larger and stronger than you, and an exact replica of the boy you had accidentally killed...

-Grim is even more concerned, being often placed in a different room while you sleep with the door locked, barricaded in fear of him breaking in and eating you just as he had to poor Yuuken in the previous world...