#twst musing

[inmateofthemind]

TWST OCs & Internships: A Study

I'm tired and curious: a silly combination

Taglist (lmk if you want to be included): @tixdixl @ramshacklerumble @cyanide-latte

[sorrygotthesesacks]

Started writing a Floyd thing that takes place during Book 6.

I’m looking forward to the Ignihyde story but also am like, fuck, I seriously need to level up my Pomefiore cards.

Also would like to get Azul’s birthday next week and then, if I pull it, the leveling up starts anew.

But also - Idia dorm uniform card finally?

I am not going to be ready for it when Book 7 comes to EN server and we have Diasomnia dorm uniform cards. That I won’t get. But still!

[tartppola]

happy 4 years to my guyyyyy HAHHDJDJDJ

[br3adtoasty]

Would you guys believe me when I say I still haven’t figured out a name for him 💀

[ventique18]

Anyway here's the initial sketch of Farmer MalleYuu that inspired me to start developing a farming game. 🥔🥕🐮🐥 They just make me so happy tbh

It's my last semester in uni I'm trying to hold onto my remaining sanity

[fools-ramblings-and-whatnot]

The Prefect and the Prince

Yuu and Neige seem to be alike, Vil could not deny.

They were not entirely similar, but still there was a striking resemble between them.

Both had innate kindness in their hearts.

And although Neige was on the more extreme end of the spectrum, Yuu was not that far behind. NRC may have rubbed off on the Prefect making them somewhat more wary of the people around, yet Yuu was never someone who expressly denied to hold out a hand.

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Neige, to a somewhat naive extent, had always chose to see the better in people. Yuu has chosen to accept people as they are, sometimes oblivious to the danger of it.

Yuu and Neige unconsciously draws those around them.

Neige is someone who make people sing together.

Yuu is someone who make people work with each other.

Both were two people full of love , with the former's love crashing like the waves, meant to drown people in it. While the latter's love was like the trickle of rainwater after a long drought, surprising yet soothing.

And it was just the right amount for both of them.

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They worked with what they were given, and excelled due to their unique quirks.

For any other person, stardom would be crushing, yet Neige stood on top. For any other person, being an Outcast to the world would be paralyzing, yet Yuu continued to adapt.

They were both resilient in the ways that matters most, and used whatever means they had to survive.

Both of them working with the circumstances that they were given, the former coming from destitute, while the other currently living in, two sides of the same coin.

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They were meant to be where they stood.

Neige was meant to be onstage, seen and adored, born to inspire and encourage.

Yuu was meant to be backstage, a pillar of support, living to make sure things come together.

Two halves of a whole.

A source of solace and hope to those who seek it.

[moonlit-midnight]

A little, fluffy imagine about holding hands because it’s such a comforting and lovely love language!

Imagine your favorite Diasomnia boy as the type of partner who loves to remind you that you’re not alone in a simple yet heartwarming way.

He often holds your hand in his gentle grasp or places his arm around you when he walks you back to your dorm after a date, an outing with friends or after a night walk.

It’s a small yet a kind reminder that you’re not alone in this strange world, and he thinks that nothing could compare to the tender comfort of having the person you love holding your hands.

“Let me walk you back.”

“I’ll be fine. Go take a rest already.” you pulled him in an affectionate hug before bidding him goodnight.

Turning around to exit the lounge of his dormitory, you expected him to head to his room when you felt his gloved fingers entwining with yours.

“Just in case.” He said, placing a light kiss atop your hand. 

“You know it’s safe around.” you chuckled at his response.

“I know. It’s just an excuse to spend more time with you.” He simply beamed a smile in return.

He occasionally teases you, but deep down you know that he often does that to assure you that you have someone by your side because you deserve a caring friend and a trustworthy partner who will walk with you to the end of the universe, holding your hand like it’s the safest place you ever know.

[ashipiko]

ace trappola tries warning the new heartslabyul kid

[asteraws]

[nbcvicepresident]

@nbc-bell-boy

Ferris I suggest you fucking RUN

NOW

[nrc-ramshackle-prefect]

What the fuck this man just dragged my ass to a fancy cafe in fluer city??

Holy fucking shit thats a lot of croissants-

[marigoldendragon]

Thinking about the reason I prefer platonic Malleus stuff over romantic (aside the fact that I don't really care about him) is that that's what he wants and needs the most. A friend.

[nbc-bell-boy]

wha

who makes dinner tonight

why is nbc like this??

[kenchann]

🍎epel

[fungifanart]

Hello there! Ive read your rules about requests just to make sure I dont request anything you dont like-

Anyway, Ive read some of your twst works, and I LOVE them! Their so amazing! Anyway can I request a riddle x m!reader just having a tea party date? That would be wonderful! Its ok if you dont do this request tho!

Tea For Two

Characters: Male reader, Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade

Cw: Mild cartoon violence

Word count: 807

Notes: That's so sweet! Thank you for your kind words!

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Riddle paces back and forth in front of the gazebo as he mentally goes over the list of everything he'd done to prepare for afternoon tea with you:

Fresh darjeeling tea? Check.

Toast with your choice of jam or butter? Check.

A wide variety of cookies, scones and miniature sandwiches laid out on a tea tower? Check.

Ace and Deuce being ordered to trim the bushes on the FAR opposite end of the hedge maze? Double check.

Riddle stops pacing to look over the table underneath the gazebo one last time, ensuring that he's content with the placement of everything, which he is, although he can't help but feel a little sad at the absence of a tart of any description.

When Riddle had first made the suggestion of afternoon tea, you specifically requested he not have any tarts prepared, much to his surprise and disappointment.

But still, what is a relationship without making compromises?

And so, Riddle decided to respect your wishes and leave tarts out of the preparations.

Riddle is then pulled from his thoughts by the sound of footsteps behind him and he turns around to see his lovely boyfriend approaching with a soft expression.

"Y/N! Wonderful to see that you made it!" Riddle says happily as he walks toward you before noticing a small box you're carrying in your hand, "May I ask what you have there?"

You give a small giggle before responding, "It’s a surprise! Let's sit down first." You say while motioning to the table.

Riddle nods as he and you walk to the table while talking happily to each other, so happily, in fact, that neither of you notice the sound of rustling leaves slowly getting closer.

After you both sit down, you proudly place the box in front of Riddle and begin to speak, somehow still not noticing the leaf rustling getting ever closer, "It’s been a while since we've been able to be alone like this, so I decided to make something special for you! I spent a whole week looking up and trying different recipes to make sure these were perfect just for–"

Your sentence is cut off by Ace and Deuce crashing through the hedge parallel to your table while throwing punch after punch at each other.

Riddle's curiosity at your creations is immediately replaced by fury at his underclassmen as he stands up to reprimand them before the butter knife suddenly disappears from the table and finds itself forcefully embedded in a wooden plank between the two freshmen's faces, causing all parties to freeze in shock.

Riddle watches as you wordlessly stand up with a blank expression, walk over to where the knife is and yank it out of the wood before pointing it at the freshmen and then using it to threaten them by making a cutting motion over your neck as both of their faces go pale.

Ace and Deuce run off as you sigh and sit back down at the table while Riddle does the same, albeit very stunned and mildly impressed by how you handled the troublemakers.

"Anyways, as I was saying," You begin calmly, leaving the large hole in the hedges to be dealt with later, "I put a whole week into making sure I could make these perfectly just for you!"

Riddle's eyes widen as you finally open the box, revealing six miniature tarts of various colors looking back at him. He sees a lemon tart and a blueberry tart among others, but most importantly, he sees a bright red strawberry tart at the center that feels like it's almost calling out to him.

Riddle stares dumbfoundedly as you take the miniature tarts out of the box and lay them out for him in all their glory, "So this is why you asked for no tarts…?" He says in awe.

You scratch your cheek sheepishly while responding, "Heh, yeah. It made me sad to see you so disappointed, but I wanted it to be a surprise." You say while reaching over to take Riddle’s hand in yours, "And…what kind of boyfriend would I be if I couldn't do something special for you?"

Riddle feels his cheeks instantly turn as red as the strawberry tart in front of him as he intertwines his fingers with yours and maintains loving eye contact with you for several minutes before the cheesiness of the situation settles in, bringing an awkward atmosphere with it.

"So…do you, uh, wanna try the tarts now?" You say as you let go of Riddle’s hand to bring yours to the back of your head awkwardly.

Riddle can't help but miss the warmth of your hand in his, but he still smiles softly at your question, "I'd like that very much." He responds while placing the strawberry tart on his plate and grabbing his knife and fork.

[merakiui]

jade leech my beloved little actor and sadist!!!! what happens after you disapear on the way to the hospital...im hooked now lol

I tell myself I won’t add another Jade concept to my ever-growing list of Jade concepts, and yet I’ve already done so. orz I just love the idea of Jade being so obsessed with someone that he’d do virtually anything to get their attention, even if that’s throwing himself into positions he normally wouldn’t. Even he can be a pathetic babygirl when he adores someone so much. But I also think he just likes the thrill of it all. He likes to scare those who try to take advantage of him when they think he’s inebriated and unable to properly defend himself. Oh, the surprise those people are in for when Jade straightens, loses the slurred speech, and smiles oh-so-sweetly, while his drunken façade is replaced with a frightening coherency. It’s his version of cruel fun.

Rambling aside, to answer your question, in my mind he absolutely threatened you to drive elsewhere. T-T or he forced you to pull over and knocked you unconscious so he could commandeer the wheel. <3 you are never making it to your home again, but you will wake in a very nice high-rise penthouse! His house is very pristine, always so clean, and so organized. It’s minimalistic, too. A very quaint design for someone like him, but for you it’s just unnerving. Nothing is ever out of place.

And it’s unfair. You’re in the middle of the city, looking out over a sparkling cityscape, and yet unable to truly call for help. No one will notice you from below, and it’s not like you can try to write an SOS on the large windows. Jade keeps you properly chained and restrained. He’s beyond annoying about everything, too. Always teasing and getting in little digs just to be irritating. But he keeps you well-fed and bathed and clothed, and he doesn’t treat you terribly.

But he’s horribly obsessed. He shows you the little journal he has for you, and it’s page after page detailing information he’s gathered over years of stalking. He’s nothing if not dedicated, determined, and diligent. On top of that, there’s a page in there with every bar and club in the city, most of them scratched through with a perfect line. Those are the ones you’ve never visited, according to him. The ones you have are either highlighted or marked with a star to indicate you frequent them often.

Jade has two closets that reflect his contrasting sides. One is filled with formal business wear. Suits, slacks, belts, an array of wristwatches, shoes shined to perfection, ties, and so on. It’s this closet that is unassuming and normal—praiseworthy, even. It’s an indication that he’s a man with a good job, with a good position, at a good company. The other closet is strictly for his little nightly escapades. Crop tops, fishnets, heeled boots (that he endured horrible blisters and heel pain for just to learn how to walk properly and confidently in them), slim-fitting trousers and shorts, ripped jeans, oversized band shirts, leather jackets with spikes, a variety of chokers and necklaces, sterling silver rings and bracelets, and all kinds of ear jewelry. If Jade’s going out with the purpose of being noticed by you, he at least wants to look appealing and appetizing (even if he’ll be acting not so appealing or appetizing).

It’s a shame he won’t be able to go out very often now that he has you all to himself, but the enjoyment he derives from you greatly outweighs any twisted entertainment he gets from putting others in their place. People at those bars and clubs like to think they can have Jade because he’s (in their eyes) an attractive, single man alone at a club. But the truth is they can’t afford him and he’s saving himself for someone very special. :)