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Overblot Riddle SD - Book 7

[wonderlandcrown]

I tried to summon a creepypasta with a ritual I found online which required cutting off my pinky finger when I was 9

need overblot boys with epel, and floyd with a reader that randomly lore drops as if they're an old dad like "yeah lol my old school had a shooting once....anyways *SNOREE*" and when asked they just agree and walk away and never elaborate whatsoever💀 if you feel uncomfortable feel free to delete or ignore‼️love ya pookie💥

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ a reader with a backstory

I got u 🫡🫡

summary: wacky reader lore type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, floyd, jamil, vil, epel, idia, malleus additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

you find new ways to raise Riddle's blood pressure every day

little guy is worried enough as it is

you've already got your school work, taking care of Ramshackle, taking care of Grim, taking care of all the other freshmen, taking care of-

well... you get it

the last thing he needs is to hear another one of your stories

"oh, yeah, that's like the time I got stabbed"

"????? WHAT??"

what's entertaining to you and ADeuce is mortifying to Riddle

if you're not careful you'll end up sleeping on the floor in his room

where he can keep a close eye on you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

you're like Leona's little court jester

and he takes you with him everywhere

it's not easy to get a genuine laugh out of him, after all

besides, what's so bad about a little dark humor? it's not like you died or anything

he knows you're a resilient little thing

and you seem to love telling him about "that time you crawled into a drainage pipe", anyway

you make him laugh; he likes you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Azul indulges you

his white noise machine stopped working last month and you make for excellent background ambience

so, he lets you talk yourself in circles about your school work, your friends, Grim, Grim again

and then you drop the most HEINOUS bombshells in the middle

"blah blah blah Grim, blah blah Crowley, blah blah, that one time I got lost in the woods for a day, blah blah-"

he loses his train of thought every time

now, Floyd is the complete opposite

he will hyperfocus on the most mundane details

and ignore the bombshells

will give you an, "oh, that's cool" to your ghost story but will find you the pair of socks you mentioned liking three months ago

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Jamil is just fascinated by you

you as a person, of course

but also the fact that you're still alive

one night, he's explaining the reason he makes all of Kalim's food and you're like

"oh, yeah, I get it. I got mold poisoning once and hallucinated for a week"

?????

then you go right back to asking him about the recipe

sitting on the counter, as happy as could be

"HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!!!"

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Vil is used to this

he knows that look on your face

he will shush you with a finger to your lips before you even start

"don't tell me, I'm stressed enough as it is"

he's going to break out if you keep at it

he finds you quite... macabre

which is entertaining until he sees you going down a flight of stairs without holding onto the railing and remembers all those stories you'd told him

he's just... concerned for you, that's all

and he does NOT appreciate Epel for encouraging it

"tell us more about the time you fell down that hill into that pile of rocks, Prefect!"

:D

like a kid in a candy store

learning new Lore is like the highlight of his week

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

"talk about having a high luck stat..."

Idia is more entertained than anything

he thought these kinds of things only happened in anime, but...

...there you are

it sounds like you experience more in a single month than he has in his whole life

and you know what?

GOOD

you can keep your freaky real-world experiences!

he'll just live vicariously through you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

poor Malleus

he's been putting so much effort into learning and blending with human culture, and now here you are with your terrifying stories

you tell him in such earnest, too

you seem so... unbothered by it

perhaps humans are less fragile than he thought?

of course, he shouldn't have underestimated you in the first place :)!

then you come over for dinner one night

"hahah, yeah, last time I was at someone's house their grandma threw a lamp at my head and I got a concussion"

Silver and Sebek both go >_>

Lilia goes <_<

and then Malleus is there like, "ah, another fascinating tale :)"

[solxamber]

For the event, could I request Leona, romantic, with "Waiting on the Sun" by Citizen Soldier? First time listening to this after discovering Twisted had me wailing in the car haha

i was crying at the club when i heard it... it suits leona so well oh my god

Waiting on the Sun || Leona Kingscholar

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'��� 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Waiting on the Sun by Citizen Soldier

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1010

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Mild Hurt/Comfort, Realization of feelings

Leona has never been one for dreams.

Dreams are a fool’s game, a glimmer of hope strung out in front of desperate people, forcing them to chase something they’ll never catch. He learned early on that hope was nothing but a pretty lie wrapped in a silver ribbon, and in the end, the ribbon always frayed.

The world never made space for second sons, and the sun never rose for men like him.

He should have stopped waiting for it years ago.

But somehow, you're still here—sitting beside him in the shade of a tree, legs stretched out, your presence quiet yet steady. You don’t say anything, and he doesn’t need you to. That’s what he likes about you. You don’t fill the silence with empty words or meaningless comfort. You don’t try to fix him, like so many others before you.

You just exist beside him and that’s enough.

Leona doesn’t remember when you became his safe place.

At some point, your presence became a constant, as natural as the way he stretches out on the grass for an afternoon nap or the way the sun burns through the endless sky. You were just there—like an inevitable force of nature.

And damn if he doesn’t resent how much he needs it.

Because he does need it. He needs you in ways he’ll never admit aloud, in ways that make his stomach twist and his throat tighten. You make it so easy to believe, even when he’s spent a lifetime telling himself not to.

Somewhere along the way, you learned him too well. You can tell when his bitterness sharpens, when his patience wears thin, when he’s barely holding onto the threads of his temper. You don’t try to drag him into the light, but you don’t let him drown in the dark, either.

Instead, you just sit with him.

Like now.

Leona exhales, tipping his head back against the rough bark of the tree. The weight of the past few days lingers in his bones, making him feel heavier than usual. The exhaustion never fully leaves—it clings to him like a second skin.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Your voice is soft, cutting through the stillness.

Leona cracks an eye open. “Doubt it.”

You huff, barely phased by his dry remark. “You think nothing’s ever going to change. That you’re stuck in a cycle you can’t break. That waiting for things to get better is pointless.”

He stiffens, the words settling deep in his chest like stones. “You got all that just from lookin’ at me?”

“I got all that from knowing you.”

That shouldn’t make his heart stutter the way it does.

He doesn’t say anything, just turns his gaze back to the horizon. It stretches on endlessly, a vast expanse of golden plains and open sky. The view should be freeing. Instead, it feels like a cage with invisible walls.

A future that will never belong to him.

A throne that will never be his.

A world that will never see him as anything more than the spare.

The sun has never risen for men like him.

“I know what you’re going to say next,” he mutters. “That I should ‘keep trying.’ That things’ll ‘work out’ eventually. That if I just—”

“I’m not going to say that.”

He stops.

You tilt your head, a gentle smile pulling at your lips. “I’m not here to tell you to change. I’m not here to tell you things will magically get better. I just…” Your fingers brush over the back of his hand, tentative and warm. “I just want you to know that you don’t have to shoulder it alone.”

His breath catches.

No one has ever said that to him before.

No one has ever meant it before.

Leona has spent his whole life carrying the weight of his own bitterness, his own resentment, his own failures. No one ever told him he could set it down. No one ever offered to help him hold it.

No one but you.

His fingers twitch under yours.

Leona has never been one for dreams.

But when he looks at you, he wonders if maybe, he’s been waiting on the wrong thing all this time.

He doesn’t realize he’s in love with you until much later.

Maybe it’s the way you laugh, soft and easy, like the world has never once hurt you. Maybe it’s the way you look at him—like he’s not a disappointment, not a failure, not a second son who never mattered. Maybe it’s the way you never push him to be anything other than who he is.

Maybe it’s everything.

But when he finally does realize, it hits him like a landslide.

And suddenly, he’s terrified.

Because what if he loses this?

What if he loses you?

Leona doesn’t pray, but he does now.

He prays that you never leave. That you never wake up one day and decide that he’s too much trouble, that he’s too broken, that he’ll never be what you deserve.

He prays that this feeling—the quiet warmth that seeps into his bones whenever you’re around—never fades.

And yet, he still can’t bring himself to say it.

Not yet.

The words finally escape him on a night like this—under a sky filled with stars, your hand resting lightly in his, your head against his shoulder.

“Stay.” His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper.

You shift slightly, peering up at him with wide eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He exhales sharply, his grip tightening around yours. “No, I mean—” His throat works, the words catching like sandpaper. “Stay with me.”

Understanding dawns in your eyes, and for a moment, he thinks you might say no. That you might turn away.

But then you smile—soft, warm, home.

“Okay.”

Leona doesn’t believe in miracles.

But when you press your lips to his, slow and tender and real, he thinks that maybe the sun has been shining on him all along.

He just hadn’t noticed.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[quartztwst]

Azul and his weird ass friend who keeps repeating these weird phrases from a certain social media app

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Twst should give us an ability to change Grim ribbons to different ones because he is our kitty son boss. And we like to make him fabulous.

They should 😤 We could unlock more ribbon designs by playing through the main story (since Grim does technically get his first ribbon, ie the striped one, in the prologue… and then his first new ribbon, the Heartslabyul one, in book 1) and event stories! Then we could swap them out as alternate wardrobe looks for Grim’s Striped Ribbon SR card.

Let’s pitch this as a quality of life update for the 5th anniversary, guys—

[agisleepy]

Riddle was out for blood this update😭

Meanwhile live footage of Malleus Draconia trying to bust down Idia's door:

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ golden cage .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Kalim Al-Asim x gn! reader

𓏵 531 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 3rd Person POV, no pronouns used, established relationship with reader, angst, hurt/no comfort

oof, finally proofread this through my busy schedule hehe (´⌒｀;) feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

Lately, he had been pulling away.

Not obviously— Kalim wasn’t good at being distant, not when he wanted to be near you. But he had started second-guessing things.

The grand gestures. The spontaneous gifts. The carefree way he invited you into his world without a second thought.

Because what if you were suffocating too?

Jamil’s words haunted him.

"We were never friends. You were my master."

It was the first time someone had looked at him— really looked at him— and told him the truth.

Jamil, who had been with him since they were kids, who had always been there, always by his side… had never been by his side at all.

Had it always been like that?

Kalim had spent his whole life giving. Sharing. He thought it was enough. He thought it was right.

But Jamil had never wanted any of it. And Kalim had been too blind to see it.

Now, when he looked at you, he wondered— had he done the same to you?

You noticed, of course.

“Kalim?” You frowned as he hesitated before grabbing your hand. He had never hesitated before. “Are you okay?”

His usual response would have been a bright "Of course!" or a quick deflection, maybe even an offer to take you somewhere fun.

But this time, he only smiled— and it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Yeah, I just… I was thinking. About us.”

You stiffened, just barely. He caught it.

“Are you—” You swallowed. “Are you breaking up with me?”

His heart lurched. “No! No, never!” He shook his head too fast, almost panicked. “I just… I don’t know if I’m doing things right.”

“Right?” Your brows furrowed. “Kalim, what are you talking about?”

He took a breath.

“I don’t want to be—” He stopped, words catching in his throat. Your master. Your burden. Your golden cage.

Jamil’s voice echoed in his head. You’re just doing whatever you want.

Was he? Was he forcing you into his world, trapping you with his kindness, never once thinking if you wanted it at all?

“I don’t want to be someone you feel stuck with.”

Your expression softened, but it didn’t make him feel any better.

“Kalim… you’re not.”

That was what he wanted to hear. What he should believe.

But Jamil had said the same things, hadn’t he? Smiled, nodded, told him it was fine— all while drowning in a role he never wanted.

Kalim had been too naive to see it before. But now, he couldn’t stop seeing it.

“You can tell me the truth,” he said, voice quieter than usual. “If you ever feel like it’s too much.”

You stared at him. And for the first time, he was afraid of the answer.

That night, Kalim sat in his room, staring at the golden trinkets he had gathered over the years. Gifts, treasures, pieces of a world so full, yet so empty.

He had never questioned his place before. Never questioned the way he loved, the way he cared, the way he gave.

But if he had been wrong about Jamil— what if he was wrong about you, too?

What if all this time, he had only been keeping you chained?

[crush-itis]

ྀི. ̞. ১ ✿ ㅤ𓈒 crush-itis

ㅤㅤ. ‿‿ ‿‿ ୨ ୧ ‿‿ ‿‿ .

ㅤ. 𓂂 Twisted Wonderland ⊹

🩷 headcanons ꒱ they have a crush on Yuu

ㅤㅤ. ‿‿ ‿‿ ୨ ୧ ‿‿ ‿‿ .

♥︎： My first headcanon post for the fandom TWST! I hope you guys like it, I also apologize if it’s not character accurate! I haven’t played this game in a while, nor have I watched the gameplays… could you guess who my favourite character is? ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

Riddle Rosehearts

♥︎： Gets beet red around you, and is flustered easily. Seems to avoid you most of the time, but always tries to strike up a tentative, nervous smile when your eyes both meet. He’ll make anonymous love letters to you with rose petals as the letter. It’s silly, and cringe, but he thinks it’s pretty romantic. Will collar anyone who you're too intimate with, and close with.

Trey Clover

♥︎： Shameless; will try cheesy pick up lines on you, while laughing it off. He’s cringey when he’s in love, but is confident, and brazen. Bakes you your favourite pastries, and if you’re not into sweets, he’d gladly cook up your favourite meals. He compliments your teeth often.

Cater Diamond

♥︎： Takes selfies with you, and posts them in his Magicam. The type to snap “ugly” pictures of you, and coos at them as if you’re in a Vogue magazine. Makes it obvious he likes you. He literally has a picture album of you in his photo gallery. He calls, and texts you often—even when he’s in the shower.

Ace Trappola

♥︎： Convinces you to go watch his basketball practises, and games. He always does over the top tricks if you are watching—like shooting the ball without looking. Discreetly touches your hands on purpose. Looks at your lips often. Flirts casually as if it’s a joke, but dies in embarrassment internally.

Deuce Spade

♥︎： Invites you to his dorm for silly study groups, but you two end up never finishing any work. Always glances at you in class if “pick a partner” or “group project” is mentioned. Always rushing to you if he has spare time. Will apply for a part time job—McDonalds—and use the money to buy you jewelry that complements your eye colour.

Leona Kingscholar

♥︎： Doesn’t care if you steal a jewel, an earring, or even a brick of gold in his room. Smiles at you often, and sleeps on your lap. Acts like a tamed house cat around you. Likes to pinch you, or scrape a long fingernail into your skin; it’s a stupid way to show you wants you!

Ruggie Bucchi

♥︎： Shares you his favourite foods, and snacks. He likes to watch you eat. Laughs at your jokes like a pick me—even if they’re severely unfunny. Teases you, and likes to play with your hair. He’d help brush, and comb your hair. He loves picking out your outfits, but his taste is so bad, you have to politely refuse.

Jack Howl

♥︎： He doesn’t realize he’s in love with you, he doesn’t even realize the blush on his cheeks when you’re around. Holds your gaze if you happen to meet eyes on accident, always playing the staring contest—he finds it intimate. Likes to hold you close, and squeezes you in a way that makes you almost choke, but he’s not intentionally hurting you.

Blue Ashengrotto

♥︎： He likes to do things for you—he’s reliable for running your errands. Will scold Floyd, and Jade if you happen to not like a dish from Mostro Lounge. Screams in his pillow if he had the slightest physical contact with you. Will stalk your Magicam, and the people you follow. Often questions who the people are in your following list—as if you two were already dating, and he’s suspecting you’re cheating on him.

Jade Leech

♥︎： Thinks he has competition with his older brother because they look the same. Always asking you in a playful way who you like the most. Gives people you often approach a threatening, blank stare—it’s not a stink eye or whatever, but it’s more an intimidating look that makes you look away, and shudder in trepidation. Buys the perfume you use so he can spray it on his pillowcase every sunday; he does it when he has an “everything shower.”

Floyd Leech

♥︎： Also thinks he has competition with his brother, but is slightly confident you like him more. Is crazy for you, will follow you around, and playfully tickle you. Squeezes you from behind, disguising it as a hug. Will bite you as if it’s a funny joke. Stalks you physically. Buys you shoes, and heels. He likes the way heels look on you.

Kalim Al-Asim

♥︎： Showers you with gifts, and shares his wealth with you. Loves to spend time with you, always clinging to you. He’s willing to try out creative hobbies to praise you, like writing odes, and silly poems about you. He’d even go on to buy an expensive camera, and go to photography classes to learn how to take extravagant photos of you. Flirts with you without even realizing it.

Jamil Viper

♥︎： Likes to cook your favourite meals. He’s willing to braid your hair if you want, and loves to stroke your hair. Offers his hoodie to you whenever you’re cold. Doesn’t show his affections much as he’s a bit shy.

Vil Schoenheit

♥︎： Features you in his social media. His bio in magicam is “follow @yuu”. Showers you with gifts, and new clothes. Always affirming you’re the second most beautiful person before him. He always looks at his reflection in your eyes while touching up his hair, and makeup—it’s a flimsy excuse to just admire the way your eyes look. Presses kisses on your cheek, leaving a romantic trail of bright red lipstick stains on your face.

Rook Hunt

♥︎： Buys you a bracelet, or a necklace one day that magicslly tracks down your location. Stalks you occasionally, both online, and in real life. Calls you all sorts of pet names, and shamelessly flirts with you.

Idia Shroud

♥︎： Will invent useless, but surprisingly convenient things for you. He’d even code a robot that hugs you… he’s so nerdy. He avoids you though, he’s really shy, and nervous, but has the balls to not show up to a date with his iPad as a substitute. He texts you more than he talks to you in real life—he prefers to chat on Myspace.

Malleus Draconia

♥︎： He likes to take you out in night walks downtown, and then take you to his dorm after. He’ll plant chaste kisses on your nose, and forehead. He’s not shy, and will flirt with you occasionally. He blabbers to you a lot about such things, and random pieces of knowledge he learned, possibly from Lilia. He trusts you heavily, and shares his secrets with you. He’d even go on to introduce you to his parents right away.

Lilia Vanrouge

♥︎： He loves to sneak up on you, and surprise you. He likes the fearful look on your face, and brazenly kisses your cheek after. He likes to cook things for you, but doesn’t realize it’s poorly made. He flirts, and compliments you often. He likes to cling to you, and show you pictures of the places he travelled to before. He loves to share his wisdom with you.

Silver

♥︎： Uses your lap as a pillow. Gets sleepier around you, and he believes you casted a sleeping spell on him. Dreams about you often, and giggles in his sleep because of it. Your voice is music to his ears.

Sebek Zigvolt

♥︎： Boasts about his friendship with you like it’s a trophy. Blushes, and easily gets flustered with you. Will defend you, and stand up for you if you’re ever bullied. Will accidentally confess his feelings to you by being such a loud mouth.

ㅤㅤ. ‿‿ ‿‿ ୨ ୧ ‿‿ ‿‿ .

ׅ ׅ 𝒯hank 𝒴ou !!

[hiddencircus]

JADE MOODBOARD! ★ for anon

[ifitsnotmethenwhothefuck]

Rook giving you an ultimatum

Y/N: “Thank you for tonight; I had fun,” you say with a smile before turning to leave.

Rook: “Mon amour, where are you going?” he asks as he grabs your hand.

Y/N: “Home?” You say confused.

Rook: “Non, non, non, ma chérie, that will not do.” He says, pulling you closer. 

Rook: “Either you let me walk you home, ma chérie, or I stalk you home. Your choice, mon amour,” he says with a smile. 

Y/N: “…” You weren’t really sure what to say.

Rook: “Either way, I’m making sure you get home safely.”

Y/N: “I don’t have a say in this.”

Rook: “Non, mon amour, you can choose how I escort you.”

Y/N: “Fine, can you stalk me back?” you say, rolling your eyes.

Rook: “It would be a pleasure, ma colombe.”

Proceeds to follow you home, hiding behind trees and buildings, stalking you like his next prey.

[dorkus-mcdingus]

A Dance with The Dragon Prince: An OB!Malleus Thought

There's some book 7 mentions so you've been warned!

Enjoy the little thought piece! 😉

From what I can remember, they say that one shouldn't accept a dance with a fae because it could bring about your demise or entrap you in its spell.

Imagine inviting OB!Malleus for a dance but he could see the amount of anger, sadness, and sheer disappointment in your eyes. This should remind you both of all of the happy memories but that fear of never waking up again has tainted your view of him.

Was the man you playfully called Hornton/Tsunotarou a lie? Was everything about him just a ruse? You wished he could be set free but not like this! Not when he could potentially make everyone on Sage's Island die of starvation or thirst or at worst, make them endure 1000 years of never seeing their family and friends again except in a false reality.

You want to wake him up but you're so consumed by your anger towards him that by the time you lead the dance, he knows.

The one friend he's made throughout his school life is disappointed in him. Lilia was one of the people he ABSOLUTELY couldn't lose but same could go with a lot of people here including yourself. Your idea of finding a way to stop the ache of departure was what sparked it! WHY DO YOU WANT TO DESTROY IT?! WHY DO YOU WANT TO BETRAY HIM JUST LIKE SILVER AND SEBEK?!

As Rook would describe it if he were to witness it,

"Such agony, such sweet pain and heartache! The sheer amount of passion they hold! Betrayal has never looked so sweet and heart-wrenching! Quelle beauté!"

Now personally because I think this dance suits this sort of tension, I would imagine a tango would suit this encounter. You both are trying to study each other's faces, what thoughts are racing through your heads, but the fact that your anger, your disgust, never left your face even as you dance with him, his beloved child of man, his dearest friend has left him at the table, storming out...

Not you... OH GREAT SEVEN NOT YOU TOO! LILIA ABANDONING HIM WAS ALREADY BAD ENOUGH BUT HE CAN'T LOSE YOU TOO! SMILE AT HIM AGAIN LIKE WHAT YOU USED TO! PLEASE SMILE! WHY WON'T YOU SMILE AT HIM?!

By the time the dance ends, you're both heaving but no... You're not smiling at him! This was done not just to protect Lilia but also you and all of the companions you hold so dear! WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?! WHY WON'T YOU SMILE AT HIM?!

But even then, one thing you had to admit is that he always was enchanting on the dancefloor. Even though he's committing such a selfish act out of pain, your heart aches the more you look at this pitiful prince.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

I just saw Riddle's outfit in his dream from chapter 7… and I don't even know how to react.

(btw, I try not to know anything about the story so as not to get spoilers until I can read it on the English server. But I can't escape the images 😅)

I'm just like…

In a good way, of course. 😍

[solxamber]

Hi there! For the valentines event can I request Ace with romantic implications with the song "30 Second Love Story" by PEGGY with inspired by these specific lyrics? "There are millions of people, and millions of lifetimes And maybe in one of them, I found my voice And I told you I liked you, and then came for coffee In five years we're married, a house and a family" I know you said you are getting a lot of Ace requests but the brain rot is real if you're getting Ace-fatigue you can go with Sebek instead!

"I spent my whole life in a moment with you" || Ace Trappola

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 30 Second Love Story by PEGGY

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 890

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Pining, Confessions

Ace is in love with you.

Painfully, irreversibly, hopelessly in love with you.

It hits him in flashes, in moments so ordinary they shouldn't feel life-changing—but they do. Like when you pass him a drink without him asking, already knowing what he likes. Like when you shoot him a grin after winning a game against him, smug and shining. Like when you nudge him with your shoulder while walking side by side, laughing, your warmth so close yet so far.

It happens when you hold his hand casually, fingers laced without a second thought, as if you don’t notice the way his heart hammers against his ribs. It happens when you lean into him during a movie, your weight comfortable and trusting, completely unaware that his pulse is racing.

He thinks about a future where this is normal—not just fleeting touches and teasing words, but something real. Something that lasts.

Mornings where he wakes up to you tangled in his sheets, sunlight catching in your hair. Breakfasts where he sneaks up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as you make coffee, pressing his face into the crook of your neck just to hear you laugh.

Lazy afternoons spent wrapped in each other on the couch, sharing popcorn and complaints about a bad movie. Evenings where he watches you from across the dinner table and still thinks, Damn, I love you.

A life with you. A future where he’s yours, and you’re his.

He dreams about it more than he should, and every time, he tells himself to stop.

He can’t ruin this. You’re his best friend. If he messes up—if he confesses and you don’t feel the same—then what? He’d lose everything.

So he stays quiet, keeps it locked inside his chest, lets himself drown in his own longing.

Until the day he doesn’t.

It’s a golden afternoon, the kind where the sun paints everything in its soft warmth, and you’re sitting next to him, talking animatedly about something—Ace isn’t even sure what, because all he can focus on is you.

The way your eyes light up when you get excited. The way your hand moves, expressive and unguarded. The way your fingers are wrapped around his, absently squeezing like it’s second nature.

And that’s when it happens.

His heart stutters, skips a beat, and suddenly, everything makes sense.

Why is he waiting? Why is he so scared?

You are his best friend. The one who laughs at his stupid jokes. The one who sticks by him even when he’s being a pain in the ass. The one who makes life better just by existing in it.

How could he not love you?

And how could he keep pretending that he doesn’t?

Before he can think, before doubt can creep in, he moves.

His free hand reaches for your face, cupping your cheek gently. You blink at him, startled, lips parting—ready to ask something, maybe—but he doesn’t give you the chance.

He leans in and kisses you.

It’s soft at first, tentative, his breath catching as he waits for you to pull away. But you don’t. You freeze for only a second before melting into him, fingers tightening around his.

The moment you respond—when your lips move against his, when you kiss him back with just as much warmth—it feels like something inside him clicks into place.

He’s never believed in fate, but this—this feels damn close to it.

When he pulls back, his heart is pounding, his stomach twisting in nervous anticipation. But the way you look at him, stunned and breathless and smiling—it’s everything he needs.

You don’t say anything. You just squeeze his hand, as if to say, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.

And that’s all he needs to know.

Ace wakes up to the weight of you in his arms.

Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the sheets, and he takes a moment to just—breathe. It's been five years, and he still can't believe this is real.

Your head is tucked beneath his chin, your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. Your warmth is familiar now, expected, like it’s always meant to be there.

He shifts slightly, his fingers tracing absent patterns along your back, and you stir with a sleepy hum.

“Mm… Ace?” Your voice is drowsy, muffled against his chest.

“Morning,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You tilt your face up to look at him, eyes still heavy with sleep, and he thinks, I’ll never get tired of this.

Never get tired of the way your nose scrunches slightly when you wake up. Never get tired of how soft you are against him, how safe you make him feel. Never get tired of the matching rings on your fingers, the quiet proof of the promise you made to each other.

“Five more minutes,” you mumble, nuzzling into him.

Ace huffs a laugh. “You say that every morning."

“And yet, I still get five more minutes every time.”

He rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair.

This is it.

The life he dreamed of—the one he was once too scared to reach for—is now his reality.

And as he kisses you awake, slow and sweet, he knows he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[twisted-wonderland-memories]

spoilers for chapter 7 (riddle's dream)

Yumi's Reaction:

Yumi: Is it just me, or is it that the scrunkly is in his beta phase?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi Miss Raven! I don’t know if you’ve noticed this or not but every time we have a main story update there’s a certain kind of people that blame Malleus for the dreams and then there’s a certain kind of people that blame the dreamers. I don’t know why but that whole thing makes me feel icky. Was wondering if you could talk about it just to give me closure because it’s been eating away at me for forever. 😓

Aaaaah, I think I’m familiar with what you’re talking about 😅

For those who don’t know, there’s a lot of confusion around how the dreams in book 7 work. I myself am unsure about how the dreams work, even though I closely follow Twst news and updates. This has unfortunately resulted in finger pointing and… for lack of a better term, “playing the blame game”. Some fans “blame” Malleus for the trauma and rude awakenings the other characters experience in the dreams; according to them, his magic is responsible for their suffering. Other fans “blame” the dreamers because the dreams are formed by their own hopes and wishes; they claim that everything the dreamers experience comes from their own minds and therefore Malleus cannot be held liable.

Here’s what I will say on the matter: neither side is entirely correct; both sides neglect crucial counterpoints.

To those who “blame” Malleus: Malleus is not hand crafting every single dream. It’s impossible for him to. Currently, the entirety of Sage’s Island (population of ~30,000) is under the effects of his UM. He does not know every single resident, let along every single classmate, intimately enough to write glorified fanfiction to fulfill their wildest desires. Because magic depends on imagination, Malleus cannot manifest what he himself doesn’t understand or know of. For example, Lilia’s dream expands on a period of time that Malleus was not familiar with, so we can surmise Lilia’s dream largely pulled from his own experiences and wasn’t contrived by Malleus himself.

To those who “blame” the dreamers: Malleus’s magic is what forced everyone to sleep in the first place. It is also his autonomous magic which tries to keep the dreamers ignorant and under his spell. (At one point, Idia comments that the dreams are so convenient and lacking in substance because Malleus himself “has a shallow understanding of happiness”; this implies that Malleus’s own nature influences how his autonomous magic operates and shapes the dreamer’s wishes into a dreamscape.) He, by default, must accept responsibility for starting this mess in the first place. Malleus also very much interferes with the dreams and tries to keep the dreamers complacent. Two examples of this are Sebek and Idia’s dreams; Malleus shows up to gaslight and deceive us into believing the dreams are reality. In Lilia’s dream, he offers to give him a new dream and even starts to pitch ideas for them, like a dream where his Maleanor and Raverne are alive or a dream where Lilia can live happily with Silver. “I shall grant any wish you ask of me.” This seems to imply Malleus could handcraft dreams if he wanted to.

From what I could tell, both Malleus + his autonomous magic AND the dreamer’s wishes influence the dream to various degrees. It’s NOT either or. It is BOTH.

Sadly, a lot of the rhetoric on this topic paints one side as guilty and the other side as innocent in a very black and white manner. If Malleus is pinned as the guilty party, then he is robbed of his humanity and the chance to be empathized with. If the dreamers are pinned as the guilty party, then it becomes victim-blaming. The excessive use of terms like “blame” and “fault” makes discussion of this subject extremely uncomfortable. I feel like those terms shouldn’t even be used in the first place, as it inherently makes one party shoulder all the burden while absolving the other party 💦

I think some of the animosity that surrounds this topic is the result of both sides accusing the other of “not accepting that their oshi is a fucked up/dreams of weird or bad things”. I see this phrasing or variants of it floating around quite often. I do think it’s true to some extent, but I genuinely don’t think this is the case for the majority of Twst fans. We like these characters because they are flawed. I doubt that the majority of Twst fans will deny that their oshi has negative traits.

I feel like that “you just can’t accept your oshi is bad” logic is too often used to shut down and dismiss salient points from the other side. When one side says “what Malleus did is horrible”, it doesn’t necessarily mean “I think Malleus personally created this dream” or “I cannot accept that my oshi dreamed this,” it could just mean that they’re upset that being forced to sleep is putting X in a situation where they can’t ever wake again unless they’re brutally retraumatized. This is a valid reason to dislike Malleus’s actions. When one side says “the dreamers made their own dreams”, it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re saying “Malleus had zero hand in it” or “it’s their own fault”. It’s simply pointing out that the individual dreamer has an influence on the form their dreamscape takes; this is an objective truth. The problem is that I mainly see these arguments on Twitter (a place which incentivizes short quips with little nuance rather than extended and detailed discussions) or coming from extreme fans who will defend their oshi to the death and aren’t willing to accept other opinions. That naturally makes it difficult to be heard 💦

The game itself doesn’t help because every other update they’re trying to retcon or pile on more details which obfuscate how the dreams work. It’s information overload, and that leads to people cherrypicking whichever explanations they feel best suit their own narrative or simplified understanding of the dreams.

In any case, I hope I was able to grant you some peace of mind, Anon ^^;; If you find that this topic continues to bring you distress, it might be best to ignore it or block and move on. Hopefully this chatter will die down now though, especially since we’re wrapping up the dream hopping segment shortly.