#twisted wonderland valentine

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey did they Valentine's day gifts come with letters? Do you know what they are?

While Twst did announce what the 2025 Valentine Gifts are, please note that they don’t finish production + get shipped out until late spring or (more likely) mid to late summer 2025. In fact, preorders for the 2025 Valentine Gifts are still open until the 9th of March.

And yes, there are always new messages for each character every year. However, as I said earlier, the messages aren’t available right now. If you’d like to read the messages from previous years, I’ll link them below for your reference:

2021

2022

2023

2024

I’ll keep my eyes and ears peeled to make a 2025 Valentine Gifts message compilation too ^^ but again, those honestly won’t be out for at least a few months. Please be patient!

[soft-blue-clouds]

drawing of Aceyuu, the most canon ship so far, you can't say no to me, Ace is in love with Yuu, he is the one who cares the most about Yuu and the one who pays attention to him the most.

I ship everyone with Yuu, but more Aceyuu and then Malleyuu, but Aceyuu is more canon than Malleyuu.

I want more moments of Ace worrying and taking care of Yuu.

[bunnwich]

Imagine being loved by me.🎵

[ryllen]

(( ah... what to do .... what to do .... ))

[solxamber]

K.O. by Haiden, Romantic, Vil Schoenheit

If this is okay, please make it as spicy as you can? And the reader being more fliirty/in control (I need flustered vil so bad bro it's not even funny)

"You're a knockout, baby" || Vil Schoenheit

thought of lovesick vil and blacked out for a min

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: K.O. by Haiden Henderson

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 750

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Suggestive, Lovesick! Vil

It was laughable, really. The way you ruined him. Vil Schoenheit—always so poised, so composed, the embodiment of elegance—was barely holding himself together the second you so much as looked his way.

You were lounging in his bed, like you belonged there. One sleeve of his sweater slipping off your shoulder, neck marked with the remnants of last night’s chaos. And when you smiled—just a little, soft and smug—he knew he was done for.

K.O.

He didn’t know how it started. Maybe it was the way you challenged him from day one, refused to be dazzled by the glamor, looked past the image and saw him. Or maybe it was the way you touched him—like he was precious, breakable even when he wasn’t in full makeup.

Maybe it was the way your fingers slid through his hair, tender and reverent in the same breath you dared to tease him about chipped nail polish.

Vil had dated. He had flirted. He had posed and pouted and smiled for cameras, worn affection like a costume when needed. But you weren’t a role. You weren’t an accessory.

You were the chaos behind the scenes. The wild card. The reason he wore concealer under tired eyes because he hadn’t slept since three a.m., still reeling from the memory of you whispering "round two?" like it was a sin he couldn’t not commit.

Your bed—also his bed now—felt like a boxing ring. And he kept stepping in, again and again, even though you knocked him flat every single time.

His fingers brushed the bare skin of your thigh. “You’re a menace,” he muttered. “Utterly incorrigible.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, stretching like a cat in the sun. “You say that like it’s not the reason you keep coming back.”

Vil rolled his eyes, but his lips betrayed him with a smile. “I should’ve left you behind ages ago.”

You pulled him down by his collar, catching his mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and laughter and hunger. And Vil, beautiful, immaculate Vil, kissed back like he was drowning. Like if he stopped for a second, he’d lose you—and losing you was the only thing he couldn’t bear.

He whispered it then, against your lips, his voice hoarse and wrecked from wanting. “You’re going to destroy me.”

And you—of course you—just grinned, tilting his chin to kiss him again, softer this time. “Then come down with me, pretty boy.”

He did. Again, and again, and again.

The room was quiet now. The sun had fully risen, casting warm gold across tangled sheets and soft skin. Vil lay beside you, his head resting on the crook of your shoulder, arm curled around your waist like he didn’t intend to let go. Not now. Not ever.

You ran a hand through his hair—messy, not yet brushed, which was something only you ever got to see. He wasn’t speaking. Just breathing slow and steady, like he was trying to memorize this moment by the second.

“Vil?”

“Hm?”

You shifted slightly to face him, your fingers grazing along his jaw. He looked up at you through lashes still heavy from sleep and satisfaction, violet eyes bleary but curious.

You kissed his temple. “If I told you I wanted to keep you—would you let me?”

Vil didn’t speak. He just grabbed your wrist—gently—and pressed your hand to his chest, right over his heart. It was pounding.

“Is that a yes?”

He hummed, but it wasn’t dismissive. It was fond. Tired. Like yes, of course, yes, how could it be anything but yes?

You kissed his jaw and felt the shiver roll through him. He closed his eyes. Breathed in.

Then he pulled you in, one arm looping under your waist to drag you flush against his chest, your leg slotted between his like it belonged there. Like he was building a shield around you with his own body.

You raised a brow. “You're not gonna answer?”

He kissed you.

Not rushed, not needy. This was slow. Sure. A confirmation.

His hand tangled in your hair as he deepened it, tightening just enough to remind you—he knew exactly what you were. What you did to him.

But he still wanted you.

You grinned against his mouth. “You’re hopeless.”

Vil rolled you beneath him, eyes gleaming with something wicked and warm. “So are you,” he whispered. Then he leaned in again. “And I'm yours.”

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[wellerdanny]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY my cutie pies~♡

Mal asking yuu to share some 💝 with him

I guess I'll add vil somewhere too cuz I love him , and silver and ace, deuce, jack , grimmy, epel too😭♥︎

[rakiah]

The olive tree where we first met

Happy Valentine’s Day I guess~ Now, I have to go back to work damn

[lemonrin-i]

Happy Valentines Day to my Twst Singles out there

[r-aindr0p]

Healed instantaneously

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ be my valentine? ♡ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

��┆First Years x gn! reader

𓏵 729 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff, a bit ooc(?)

Second Years and Third Years coming up next! feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

I think Ace would pretend he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day, but he actually thinks about it way more than he lets on. He’s the type to act like he totally forgot, just to see your reaction, only to pull out a small but thoughtful gift at the last second.

Ace likes to tease and play it cool, but deep down, he actually gets a little nervous. He doesn’t want to make it too obvious how much he cares, but if you show genuine happiness over his gift, he’ll get all smug about it—though his ears might turn a little red.

"Hah? You really thought I forgot? Please, I always come through! Here, take it. It’s not a big deal or anything, just a little something I threw together... H-Hey! Don’t look at me like that! Ugh, you’re making me blush or something!"

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I think Deuce would take Valentine’s Day way too seriously. He’d spend weeks planning, overthinking every detail because he wants to impress you. He probably buys a classic box of chocolates but then panics because he feels like it’s not enough. So, he adds more—a handwritten note, maybe even a little charm or trinket he thought you’d like.

Deuce likes to be upfront, but when it comes to romance, he gets so flustered. He stumbles over his words, gets embarrassed over small things, and is a total mess when handing you the gift. If you thank him sincerely, he might turn bright red and awkwardly try to downplay it.

"U-Uh! Here! I mean—um—I got you something! Wait, I’m saying this all wrong—ahem—I just thought, y’know, since today’s special, I should get you something nice. Uh. Do you… like it?"

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I think Jack would pretend he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day, but he totally does. He doesn’t like all the flashy, romantic gestures, but he does want to do something special for you. His way of showing affection would be through actions—like carrying your things, helping you with a task, or offering you a snack from the cafeteria.

Jack likes to act tough, but when it comes to romance, he’s a total tsundere. He’ll say it’s not a big deal, but his tail betrays him by wagging slightly when you accept his gift. If you call him out on it, he’ll get so flustered and grumble about how you’re "imagining things."

“Here. It’s from my hometown. Don’t think too much about it—I just figured you’d like it. …What? Why are you looking at me like that? I’m not blushing. You’re imagining things. Seriously, quit laughing.”

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I think Epel would want to be smooth and romantic, but he struggles to pull it off. He tries to write a love letter? Ends up crumpling it up because it sounds too cheesy. He thinks about giving you roses? Freaks out because it feels too formal. In the end, he sticks to what he knows and gives you something handmade—like an apple-based treat from his hometown.

Epel likes to play it cool, but if you compliment his gift, his accent slips out, and he turns into a flustered mess. He wants to be the cool and mysterious type, but deep down, he’s just a sweet farm boy who cares about you a lot.

"Here. I made this myself. And before ya start teasin’ me, I was not thinkin’ too hard about it! …D’aww, quit smilin’ at me like that! Yer makin’ me feel all soft ‘n stuff."

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I think Sebek would treat Valentine’s Day like a sacred ritual. He’d act like he’s doing you a great honor by acknowledging this "human tradition," but truthfully? He spent hours making sure his confession was perfect. He’d go way too formal with it, talking like he’s making a grand proclamation, only to panic if you tease him even slightly.

Sebek likes to be loud and dramatic, but when he’s truly flustered, he does not know how to handle it. If you thank him sweetly or call him cute, expect him to go completely red and start sputtering about how he is "a knight of unwavering resolve" (while avoiding eye contact).

"Human! You should consider yourself fortunate to receive my affections on this day of sentimentality! I—WAIT, STOP SMILING LIKE THAT! I AM BEING COMPLETELY SERIOUS! H-Hey! D-Do not pat my head!! I am not blushing!!"

[hanafubukki]

When you awoke, there’s a box by your side.

You carefully open it to see…a key?

It was small, made of metal, and green with a symbol you were far too familiar with by now.

“It’s yours.”

You look up, startled to see him awake.

Lilia’s not a morning person, so to see him awake without a fuss? It made you wonder if he was up this entire time waiting for you.

“What’s this key for? Your heart?”

Lilia laughs as he pulls you close.

Covering your hand with his, “Khee hee~ You already have my heart.”

A hand entangled into your hair; thumb loosening the muscles on your neck.

You lean into him as he continues, “You’ve been patient with me, precious.”

You knew the words he meant to say.

He is Lilia Vanrouge.

He’s a fae who loves to play pranks.

He played games well into the mornings.

But he was also a fae with secrets.

One who held wounds deep into his soul.

He might smile and jest, but there are stories he will never tell.

To have that Lilia Vanrouge offer you a key to his room.

A room that would normally be his sanctum.

You know what such a move means.

You might have joked before about the key to his heart, but was the truth so far? When he allowed you free entrance to come and go as you please?

You pressed kisses from his shoulder to his neck before nuzzling under his chin, feeling him slightly tremble from the sensation.

“You are worth the wait.”

You kiss the corner of his mouth and feel it curl upwards.

There’s the smile you love so much.

Beautiful.

He’s a night fae, and you will always adore the way the moon’s light reflects off him.

But the beauty from the rays of morning light is not to be denied either.

His magenta eyes and pink streaks are emphasized, especially now, from the hints of brightness that peaks through his curtains.

His fanged smile radiant, even more so than the sun.

You tighten your hand that’s entwined with his: the one with the key between you.

Cupping his cheek with the other, “Thank you.”

You kiss him.

I love you.

He holds you by the neck, deepening the kiss.

I love you too.

I am still not over that Valentine’s gift as you can tell 💞💞💞

I love the different ways you can say “I love you.” Yes, there’s always words, but been a bit obsessed with the ways you can express them in actions.

And who is Lilia Vanrouge if not a fae of actions? 💞💞🥰🥰

Also it’s funny but my brain never cooperates with me I swear. 😂😂

Me: I want to make a funny and flirty story.

Brain: 😎 no, we go deep feels.

Me: …..fiinnneee 😶😑

I’m rather proud I was able to write kisses without imploding lol

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

💝 twst 2024 valentine gift message compilation 🎁

Yes, it’s that time of year again—

For preliminary information on what this is, please check out this post!

This year’s messages came printed on a coffin-shaped piece of paper. (The back of it is shown in the image above.)

The common theme underlying all of the messages is that the sender (you!) gifted the character a fragrance.

***Spoilers below the cut!!***

Riddle

My dear friend—

Thank you for your gift.

I’m not an expert, but I once read

that this type of thing can help with

relaxation. I’ll certainly try it out

soon. I’ll make you herbal tea

sometime as a token of my

gratitude.

Trey

Hello, friend—

Thank you for the lovely gift. I’ve

been busy lately, so it’s nice to have

something to help me relax. You’re

always going the extra mile for

everyone around you. I’ll bring some

homemade sweets over soon to say

thanks, okay?

Cater

Eeey, friendo!

Thanks for the totes ‘Cammable

gift! It looks nice, AND it’s got a

fragrance that’s right up Cay-Cay’s

alley. I’m super excited for the

gift-back, and hope you are, too!

I’m gonna get you something you’ll

be amped to post about on

Magicam.

Ace

Heya, pal—

I never thought you’d get me

something so fancy! It’s got just the

kind of scent I like. You’ve got

perfect taste. I’m gonna use it

soon—thanks! As for what to give

you in return, well… Got any

requests? Just don’t go too

overboard.

Deuce

My good friend—

Thanks for the gift! I didn’t think

it’d be something so fancy. You’ve

got a good eye for this stuff, Prefect!

It’s nice having a fresh scent in my

room to help me focus when I’m

studying! Wait until you see what

grade I get on my next test.

Leona

Hey—

Allow me to thank you for your

generous gift. Heh. Can’t believe

you actually picked out a halfway

decent fragrance. I might actually

keep this. I thought about sending

you something in return if the mood

struck me, but this thank-you note

should do the job just fine, right?

Ruggie

Hey—

Thanks for the gift! I don’t buy

things that aren’t absolute

necessities, so it’s nice getting

something like this. Don’t get me

wrong, though. I’m REALLY not

picky when it comes to people

giving me presents, so feel free to

keep giving me whatever you like!

Jack

Hi.

Thanks for the gift.

This is the kind of subtle fragrance I

can see myself using. I don’t like

being indebted to others, so I’ll

think of something to send in return

so we’re even. Don’t expect too

much. Just sit tight.

Azul

My boon companion—

Thank you for your wonderful gift.

You have quite the eye for quality

and chose a fine fragrance. That

said, I prefer not to accept gifts

without providing anything in

return. Expect something from me

of equivalent value soon.

Jade

My dear friend—

Thank you for your lovely present.

Did you know that morays have

keen senses of smell? I’ll quite enjoy

this. I’d like to treat you to a drink

at the Mostro Lounge in return.

What do you say?

Floyd

Dear Little Shrimpy—

What a neat choice for a present.

Did you pick out this scent ‘cause it

reminded you of me? Kinds funny if

this is the vibe I give you. I guess I’ll

use it if I feel like it. No promises.

Kalim

To my dear friend—

Thanks for the gift. You picked this

fragrance out for me, right? I’m

flattered! Ooh, I know. Next time

you’re in a gift-giving mood, you

could take me shopping to help pick

it out! The more the merrier, right?

Then again, that might defeat the

purpose of the gift… But let’s not

sweat the details!

Jamil

Hello—

I was surprised enough just to

receive a gift from you, but a

fragrance? You never fail to surprise.

It couldn’t have been easy selecting

this. I’ll have to gift you something

appropriate in return.

Vil

Dearest friend—

Thank you for your gift. It was a

rather thoughtful choice; I can use

this when I’m doing stretches. What

would you like in return, I wonder?

You’re getting something

hand-picked by me, so I’ve no doubt

you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

Rook

Bonjour—

And merci boucoup! Did you

choose this just for me? I’m

delighted. The design is so lovely

and elegant. I normally avoid using

fragrances unless it’s a special

occasion, in which case I shall

happily wear one—the one you gave

me, of course.

Epel

Dear classmate—

Thanks for the gift! I don’t know

much about fragrances, but this

one’s mighty fine! It makes my

dorm room feel a smidge more

fancy. I’d better get you something

nice in return. It’s kinds fun

thinking up ideas for that.

Idia

@YOU

uh, are u saying I stink? is this like

a passive-aggressive gesture or sth?

I have questions, but since u gave

it to me, I gratefully accept. I

don’t pay much attention to

fragrances, but this one smelled pretty.

dece when I gave it a whiff.

Ortho

Hello, Prefect—

Thank you for the gift! It’s a

fragrance, right? So this is how you

perceive me. That’s fascinating! I’m

about to do a thorough analysis of

its composition. Who knows? I

might discover something neat. Let

me know what fragrances you’re

into sometime!

Malleus

To my good friend—

Thank you for the gift. Hmm…

This fragrance is meant for pleasure

and relaxation? What a tasteful

choice. I rather like it; perhaps I

shall take more of an interest in

these things. You would be welcome

to pay me a visit, by the way, should

you feel so inclined. I would enjoy

sharing an old tale or two.

Lilia

Greetings!

Thank you for picking something

out for me. It’s a rather nice gift.

Immersing myself in an unusual

fragrance reminds me of my days

visiting other lands. I know! I

should cook for you some foreign

cuisine as a token of gratitude! I can

hardly wait.

Silver

Salutations—

Thank you for your gift. This smell

is so nice and relaxing, it makes me

want to nod off. I hope tjis

improves the quality of my sleep

and helps me want to wake up sooner

when my alarm clock goes off. I’ll let

you know how it goes. Hopefully

well.

Sebek

Human—

I’ve received your gift. Fragrances

are a part of one’s personal

grooming, and you had the nerve to

gift one to ME?! Challenge

accepted. I’ll come up with the

perfect thing to return the

sentiment. You’re going to get

what’s coming to you—mark my

words!

Crowley

Dear esteemed student—

I was quite taken aback when an

unexpected package arrived in the

headmage’s office! To think you

would send me something so

thoughtful… Hmm. This fragrance

suits my tastes nicely. Normally I

wouldn’t be able to accept personal

gifts, but I think I’ll make an

exception for this, seeing as I’m

kind.

Crewel

Dear pup—

What is this? Giving personal gifts

to teachers is hardly good pup

behavior. But the moment I opened

the wrapping, I could tell you

picked this out for me. The design is

suitable enough, as is the fragrance

itself. I suppose I must commend

your knack for gift-giving. Good

boy.

Trein

Dear juvenile—

I generally decline gifts from

students, but you clearly chose this

scent out of respect for me. I won’t

use it around Lucius, but it might

be nice to use in the staff room

every once in a while. I gratefully

accept.

Vargas

Dear student—

What is this? Did I give you

a homework assignment that involved

getting me a present? Kidding, of

course. This is the perfect scent for a

guy as cool as me! I’ll teach you how

to make my signature Vargas

protein drink in return!

Sam

Heya, my little imp!

What is up? Did you pick this out

just for me? It’s a fantastic scent,

thanks! If you’re interested in this

type of thing, I happen to have a

fine selection in stock, so swing by

whenever you want! I’m looking

forward to your next visit.

Grim

Dear minion—

Mrah?! I was expecting tuna, but

instead I get some weird thing

called a fragrance? What IS this

thing? I woulda taken tuna in a

heartbeat, but since my

hench-human picked this out for

me, I guess a proper boss would put

it to good use. Be grateful for my

kindness, partner!

[jewelulu]

Happy Valentines Day!!

Featuring new Valentines Cards with the return of Malleus!

And Floyd too~

[ninaworkingatsams]

Happy Valentines Day! My dear Jamil Stans 🥰❤️❤️

[ryllen]

giri chocolate x ☜(⌒▽⌒)☞

[solxamber]

Malleus, Romantic (but no established relationship), "Usually, I'm all by myself" (From Treehouse - Alex G)

"Usually, I'm all by myself" || Malleus Draconia

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Treehouse by Alex G

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 710

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Pre-Relationship, Pining

Malleus has always been alone.

He is powerful—one of the strongest beings in the world—but power does not keep the loneliness at bay. He has Lilia, Sebek, Silver, loyal in their own ways, but even they remind him, in their reverence, in their unwavering devotion, that he is above them. That he is a prince. That he has no equals.

It is lonely at the top.

But then, one night, he meets you outside Ramshackle, and his world changes.

You're standing beneath the broken lantern light, frowning up at the flickering bulb as if sheer determination could will it to stay on. The moment you notice him, your face brightens—not with fear, not with the stiff politeness he is so accustomed to, but with familiarity.

“Oh, hey, Tsunotaro!” you call, as if he is not a prince, as if he is not a creature that could level the ground beneath your feet with a single thought.

And just like that, his world shifts.

Even when you learn who he is—when the whispers of his title reach your ears—you do not change. You still call him Tsunotaro. You still take his hand and pull him along when you find something new, something interesting, something you want to share.

“Have you ever been to a festival?” you ask, and when he hesitates, you grin. “Then let’s go.”

“Do you know how to carve a pumpkin?”

“Have you ever tried finger painting? No magic, just your hands.”

His world, once so vast yet so unbearably small, expands with you in it.

You take him to places he has never thought to visit, show him things he has never looked at closely before. A stray cat napping in a sunbeam, the way the stars ripple in the lake at night, the warmth of a hand reaching for his without hesitation.

He has never known this kind of belonging.

He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

He does not say it. Not yet. But when you pat the spot beside you, when you lean your head against his shoulder and sigh as if he has always belonged here—he thinks, maybe he does.

You once told Malleus about a place you go when the world becomes too much.

It wasn’t a secret, not exactly. But it was yours—your solace, your sanctuary. A space untouched by expectations or prying eyes. He never asked where it was. He never wanted to intrude.

So he does not look for it.

But one evening, as he wanders beyond the usual paths outside Ramshackle, he stumbles into a small clearing. Fireflies drift lazily between the branches, their glow flickering in the dim twilight. A fallen log sits nestled beneath an ancient tree, and upon it—you.

You are sitting with your legs tucked to your chest, gazing at the sky as if the stars are speaking just to you. There is something delicate about the moment, like stepping into a dream not meant to be disturbed.

Malleus realizes, with a start, that he has intruded.

His first instinct is to leave—to vanish into the night as silently as he arrived. But before he can turn away, you shift, catching sight of him in the dim glow.

Instead of surprise, instead of irritation, you smile.

“You found it,” you say, like it was always inevitable. Then, you pat the spot beside you. “Come sit.”

Malleus hesitates. This place is yours, your retreat, your shelter. But you are looking at him like you want him here.

Slowly, he moves to sit beside you.

The silence is comfortable. The sounds of the night weave between you—the whisper of the wind, the distant hoot of an owl, the rhythmic chorus of crickets. It is peaceful. It is warm.

He has always been alone.

Even in a castle filled with voices, even with Lilia’s watchful care, with Silver’s quiet respect, with Sebek’s relentless devotion—he has been alone. A prince with no equals. A king with no friends.

But here, in this place that belongs to you, where you let him stay—

He is just Malleus.

And Malleus loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event