#twiloid

[polaris-thehunter]

on twilight's workmates

i think fiona as a supporting character is important because surprisingly, it is only through her perspective where we can explicitly see how twilight and loid are beginning to merge. she knows how twilight operates, knows when he's just projecting a fake persona, so fiona clocks it when twilight is beginning to actually show genuine feelings for his fake family.

sylvia is not the character for this -- while she represents the mission side of things, i think she's known all along that twilight is bound to be compromised, and (my hot take is that) she's not really against it. she overworks twilight to the bone, but when she sees twilight with his fake family, she always has that fond look on her face (as far as i remember); she relishes over twilight's awkward affection for his family. she had been a parent and a wife once; she knows how easy it is to fall in love with your family, and perhaps she wishes the same for twilight as well.

in fact, the one who calls out twilight frequently over his genuine feelings for his fake family, are franky and fiona. (interestingly, they come from two perspectives: franky coming from concern for his friend, fiona coming from... jealousy i guess?) never sylvia.

[wrxthfulguard]

(X) @twiloid

"Agreed... I almost thought for a second that your target was also my target, but I didn't sense any magic on him." Don mentally scolded himself for making that assumption, but he wanted to check.

"And yes, I saw your subordinate fight... Almost thought that she had some kind of demonic magic in her, quite reckless to use her damaged limbs like that, but she managed to take down the target." It seems that Nightfall was someone to look out for, especially since she was Twilight's ally... Still, how she fought was impressive, not a lot of people (or demons) fought that way.

"Time is ticking on our ends... If we don't find that renegade demon and stop them... Then the threat of war will remain if they somehow instigate it."

And that wasn't good... Sure, demons could do whatever they want once they were summoned to the living world, but sooner or later, they were banished back to Hell by holy means... At least, that's what he learned... Most demons kept coming back by other means.

He shook his head of the thought, moving to clean and bandage his mortal ally's wound.

"... You made a good choice in sparing the dark-haired gentleman earlier, I'd rather not bring another soul with me back to Hell unless it was my target."

[americano-psycho]

One thing I really enjoy about Spy X Family is the fact that both Yor and Anya are, at their core, meatheads. These two are the female equivalent of himbos. They are not book smart by any stretch. They are kind and loyal. They are always ready to punch their way out of a situation, even if the specific situation would only be made worse by throwing violence into the mix.

I appreciate this because 1) both of them are still well rounded characters despite being muscle-brained and 2) the people who love and care about them NEVER treat them poorly for this. Yor is still appreciated as a wife, mother, and sister by Loid, Anya, and Yuri. Anya is still loved as a daughter and friend by her parents and by Becky despite poor academic performance and the fact that Becky's first real impression is of Anya punching Damien.

On the other side of that coin, Loid is the one who's mind runs a mile a minute, who's always planning ahead, who's a focused and driven and has the big important medical job. Despite that, he can still make poor or "stupid" decisions because he can overthink things.

Basically, that family has exactly one brain cell and Loid is the only one that remembers it exists but only about 75% of the time.

[toyfulbox]

As much of a lazy oaf of a dog he was, Bond could not help but sniff his way towards the kitchen. Only to find Loid, his owner's father, at the stove. Seems as if he were cooking, or something. At least he had been still at the stove, doesn't look like he was moving any time soon.

Time to stand behind him.

"Borf."

@twiloid

[yorprincess]

Under the Mistletoe

@twiloid continued from (x)

After the (frankly disastrous) party with her coworkers earlier that year, getting invited to a small informal holiday party at Loid's work filled Yor with dread. In the weeks since her husband had informed her and asked for her to accompany him, she had been silently panicking every chance it crossed her mind. She had brought it up to Camila, Sharon, and Millie hoping for some advice... only to be told things that had only made her feel worse. The only person who seemed keen on wishing her a good time was Director McMahon, who had graciously ensured that she would have time off for the event and the day after "just in case."

The thing that probably made the whole affair less stressful was that it was fairly informal, with most of the doctors wearing "ugly" sweaters and the spouses wearing reindeer headbands - something Yor had been offered when they walked in. After brief introductions, some of the wives pulled Yor away from her husband to meet more spouses and gossip. It wasn't to different from being with the girls at City Hall...but it was nice to be included and actually engaged with. Some of the wives seemed genuinely interested in her (rather than spewing jealously laced comments like "how did you manage to get with Dr. Forger!") and asked for her opinion on some topics. It was...nice.

She sipped the glass of wine she had been offered and was feeling the warmth from the alcohol as the women mulled about the room. It was a comfortable air and she was soaking in the warmth when she tripped and stumbled.

Blinking up, she found herself beside Loid - who she hadn't seen in a while - and smiled at him before something caught her eye.

There, above their heads, was a small twig of greenery. She tilted her head in confusion at it, until several voices called out sweet-sounding taunts at her husband and the hair on the back of her neck rose from all the eyes on her. But confusion more than anything made its home in her mind. What is this? What's the fuss? she thought as she stood frozen beside her husband. This tradition hadn't been something her colleagues had mentioned...

Maybe it was the wine...but she felt oddly calm at that moment as Loid's eyes fell on her. Something about his expression wasn't quite right. He always looked so assured and put together...so why did his eyes look... nervous? As if this was something he wasn't comfortable with but was pretending to be fine. Beckoned by his soft voice, she stepped into the circle of his arms, her hands coming to rest on his chest gently - the barest of touches, ready to pull away should she not be welcome. She smiled at him, hoping to reassure him while not having the faintest idea what the big deal was. Being close to him was for the act, right? They had practiced being this close recently so this shouldn't be a problem.

"Is this alright, Loid?" She whispered, her words slightly slurred but only faintly. "What... you don't have to do anything if you aren't sure, regardless of tradition."

[erthlyheavn]

⭐

Yor of course uwu But some of my other muses I can think of to throw Loid's way would be Makoto, Nessa, Agent Two, Tsukimi, Tiana, orrrr Duchess!

[loreolympiad]

@olympiangold/@twiloid - 👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike // From OlympianGo but more specifically Zeus! Not that he's hopeful, but he wants the drama!

Spill The Tea

"If I'm forced to name names... I'd have to say Hera. Don't get me wrong, we get along like the proverbial cats and dogs most of the time."

"But I'm not so heartless as to say I outright hate her or won't offer help if asked for. Let's just say our attitudes conflict too much to be 'besties' as the kids put it."

[thrillrs-arc]

She must've not noticed that she failed to completely conceal the scrape on her chin, which had been bothering him from the moment she had set foot in his office. No matter how hard he tried to pay attention to her report, his attention didn't budge from the bunched up texture of her dried up concealer that faded into a red cut. "...Nightfall," He started, barely managing to keep his hands to himself from fixing up her makeup. He just might give in to the urge to do it if he didn't have his arms crossed over his chest to keep him in check.

"Did you change your makeup routine?"

her mission the night before had gone later than intended, and by the time she got home, she only had an opportunity for three hours of sleep. when it came time to get ready, she just kind of… half assed her normal routine. it’s not hard to notice the staring, and in normal situations she wouldn’t mind, this time it feels like he’s staring daggers.

she doesn’t make a comment about it, gaze focused on anything but the fellow agent in front of her. the longer the silence goes on, the more she starts to believe that she’s in the clear.

but no, he notices, and she can feel her face heat up. “ o-oh, um… no, twilight. i just had a late night last night, and i didn’t spend as much time as i normally would on my routine. ” she doesn’t go into detail, it’s up to him whether or not he wants to question her further.

[seeasunset]

{Starter from s.c. for: @twiloid}

❖

❝Y'know, I'm not here to cause any trouble or harm. Just passing through here is all. It's one of the many shortcuts I have to take back to certain areas is all.❞

Hands risen up in the gesture of meaning no harm. He didn't want to fight. Not only because he wasn't in the mood, but because there's no reason to cause any fight right here and now.

[hermajsty-a]

❝  papa. i don’t get it.  ❞  anya whines before placing her head in her arms frustrated. she wants to be useful to her papa, she wants to save the world. but she isn’t getting it. she perks up quickly  ❝ maybe some peanuts can help ! ❞ she hops up and runs to the cabinet that they would be found grabbing a fresh bag.

@twiloid liked for a starter !

[closedcoffins]

He might have gotten Yuri's address from Yor. And he might have sent him a card in the mail: an envelope containing a festive family portrait of the Forgers with a neatly calligraphed standard message written in sparkly ink with little hearts doting the i's.

'Merry Christmas! Love, The Forger Family Yor, Anya, Bond and Loid (Yor's husband) :)' That parenthesis was deliberate.

Yuri's trying his best not to clench his hand around the cardstock so hard that he tears it, but the visible wrinkles in the material show his evident failure to practice any sort of self-control.

If it were any other circumstances, getting a Christmas card like this from Yor would probably send him into some kind of manic high that lasted until some outside force came to bring him down. However, the infuriatingly polite little reminder at the very end is likely to send Yuri into cardiac arrest through sheer frustration.

How dare Loid Forger think he has more of a right to send me a christmas card than my own sister!!

... That sort of thing is in line with Yuri's thoughts, among other varied insults he could throw at the man. It's about at that point that he really does rip the paper, and in a fit of anger he throws both it and the envelope it came in onto the table, on his way out with his coat halfway on before it even hits the table.

"I've had it with you, Lottie!" he shouts, though obviously he's nowhere near Loid and the only people who can hear him are his probably-confused neighbors. "This is the final straw! I'm going to chase you out once and for all!"

( And if Yuri returns home several hours later still half-drunk, clutching a throwaway container of Christmas dinner leftovers from the Forger family, that's none of his nosy neighbors' business. )

unprompted. / always accepting.

[wrxthfulguard]

(X) @twiloid​

“... A hug or bow of respect is also okay, Mr Loid.” Don responded calmly... But his gaze towards the fireworks were... Distant.

Because no matter what... The New Years to him... Was also the same day as the yearly cleanse in Hell.

“... I resolve to find our target and take them down ASAP... They’re lucky they’re evading... The day that the exterminator angels come down and cull off demons permanently to deal with Hell’s overpopulation.” 

But he glanced over back at Loid. “Still... The only time I’m safe from that... Is here... And for that... A bittersweet New Year’s Day to you as well.”

[pluviacuratio-a]

@twiloid || ♫

{ ♪ } -- Relief visibly flooded her features when he seemed to agree to her charade. Gingerly wrapping her hand around his arm, she smiled and stood a little closer. 

     “That’s okay!” She chirped, “It’s easy to get some of the street names mixed up. I’ve been living here most of my life and I still get lost sometimes.”

   Chuckling a little, Bella gently pulled him forward to start walking. Her thoughts were churning, trying to figure out the safest place to go that wasn’t too far away. She didn’t want to drag him too far off course, especially not when he was kind enough to help her out. Under the guise of trying to pinpoint their location, she managed to look behind them and see that the strange man in the trench coat was still behind her. Farther away now, but still there. The tightening of her fingers against his bicep was almost undetectable, and she turned to smile at him again.

     “I think the restaurant has cancelled our reservation by now, but there’s a cute little cafe I know of! Ah, and work was fine. It being close to the holiday season, people are more and more worried about finding nice jewelry as gifts for their partners. Orders are coming in all the time!”

   That was it. The safest place to go would be to Arius’s cafe. Between them and Dimitri, she’d have other people who could help her out of trouble, and she knew of many places to hide or ways to get back out of the building. Speaking under her breath again, she gave a sheepish look.

     “Thank you. I’m Bella, by the way. My friend owns this cafe, so I think I’ll be okay there.”

[toyfulbox]

"You know, people say they pick their nose, but I feel like I was just born with mine." || @twiloid

"Papa that's..." She tilts her head ever so slightly, unknowing of the intention here. Was it supposed to be a funny joke? Was he being serious?

"You never make sense, papa."

[yorprincess]

Desperation || @twiloid

There was a small etching on one of the walls of the cottage, dashes and slashes the size of a few centimeters. Each one denotes a day of hiding. There were only seventy-two...but those had been impossibly long days. Many were spent in silence, worrying for news, hoping and praying to go home.

Yor Forger had left without a word. Seventy three days ago she had gone to work and wasn't permitted to go home. Her Director, Matthew McMahon had pulled her into his office and...

She didn't want to ponder it anymore. This time as she scratched the day marker with the rising sun, she tried to push the growing sense of familiarity with the action away. Maybe this was going to be her life from now on. Hiding away, wasting away because someone had put a hit on her. The ridiculousness of it all (an assassin with a bounty) had stopped being funny after day ten. Whoever this person was, they were serious.

Yor was still recovering from injuries sustained in that encounter, which had led McMahon to take her from Shopkeeper's villa to this location. At first, she had been barely conscious, pain medication keeping her down while her body healed, but now she realized that that state had been a mercy. There were days when she was tempted to leave the cottage and explore the surrounding wood. She wasn't a prisoner, after all, something McMahon had emphasized several times. But, every time she tried, fear would hold her back. Maybe someone was watching at a distance? At times she could swear she felt the hair-rising sensation of eyes on her. Monsters in the closet. The hot breath of an enemy in the dark corners. She had carried a flashlight in her hand at all times even when she spent most of her time sitting on the cot or using the pottery wheel and clay she had found.

That had helped pass the time in the oppressive silence - at least until a few days ago...or had it been a fortnight?

She couldn't recall.

Her Director would come to visit once a week as he couldn't risk coming more frequently. Today would be one of those days, but Yor just felt exhausted. She only had enough strength to scratch the day marker before lying back down.

Wait...When had she last eaten?

She couldn't recall. Her stomach had stopped growling. What was the point if she would just be told she couldn't go home?

Knock...knock knock...knock...

The code reverberates through the empty walls and she let out a soft sigh, barely louder than breath. Slowly she pushed herself upright once more and forced her feet to hold her upright. Weakly, she hobbles in the direction of the entrance, towards the knock that has begun again in earnest in case she hadn't heard it the first time. Something that had happened a frightening number of times.

Her thin fingers flicked open the locks and slowly pulled open the door. Sunlight streamed in through the door, blocked only by the tall form of her director. His long face hidden mostly in shadow was turned towards her, his glasses hiding his eyes from her... but she didn't look at him long. Spinning quietly on her heel, she walked over to the kitchen to brew some tea. No words press harshly on her lips, begging for release. She knows the answer now without even saying anything.

No. I can't go home.

McMahon closed the door and crosses quietly to the table. He doesn't sit down yet, waiting patiently for her to return with the brew before giving her the updates she desires.

Though she doubts anything has changed.

As she places the teacup before her mentor, he smiles at her. It's small and filled with exhaustion, but it's nice. Especially when he reaches over and pats her arm in a fatherly manner. Who knew human touch could be so...

She doesn't have a word to describe it.

Maybe the girls would? Or Yuri? Or Loid and Anya?

Maybe not.

When she sits down, he takes a sip of the tea and clears his throat. "Mrs. Forger," He begins.

Please just call me Yor, She silently begs, knowing it will fall on deaf ears if it escapes her lips like the hundred times it had during the first days of her hiding.

"I've found a safe haven for you."

Yor nearly dropped her teacup. "Wh-what?" She croaked, her voice withered from disuse.

"The person who has put this bounty on you has a very wide reach, but I managed to find a place where they haven't touched. I have a few...distant contacts there whom I've been able to reach and they have agreed to take you in."

She blinked at the older man, partially not comprehending the words coming from his mouth, but hearing one thing very clear: she was leaving Ostania...without her family.

Before she can protest, he set down his cup and continued. "My contact recommended someone specific to help us bring you there. Tell me, dear, have you heard of Agent Twilight?"

[scionboy]

❛ you’ve been staring at me since i walked in. can i help you with something? ❜

( ?! ) there's a slight hesitation on Damian's part: his head jerks up, eyes flashing with surprise. "pops," he acknowledges, "what? uh, no. I don't need help with anything," he scoffs, shaking his head to look elsewhere in a otherwise empty corridor as he shoves his hands deep into his pockets, "and I wasn't staring." he slumps further defensively against the chair outside Cecile Hall housemasters office. in thought, he presses his lips together in a stubborn line... that he wasn’t doing a very good job hiding the fact that he was. caught staring, that is.

a moment of sitting in relative silence for a few seconds —— from a pensive, troubled scowl, Damian was now looking rather sheepish before turning back at Mr. Forger. "I mean, I guess... I wanted to ask what you're also doing here?" he asks lowly, averting his eyes again, the flush tips of his ears from embarrassment. "my mom made me come here for some kind of checkup or therapy. Professor Henderson should be here with somebody else soon."