#twst prompt

[the-secret-keeper]

Obey Me!MC gets confronted in the lunch as to why they haven't panicked or are the least bit concerned about the Overblots.

Obey Me!MC, reminiscing on their days in the Devildom: Meh, I've seen worse.

Obey Me!MC, leveling the person who confronted them with a glare: I've done worse.

Various TWST boys: *feeling both concerned and extremely horny attracted*

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

Twisted Wonderland X Obey Me Prompt

I seem to do a lot of these. Anyways, this could also be read as a scenario I guess.

So, in this one, we went to the Devildom first, got dragged into Twisted Wonderland. But we don’t summon the demons. The Mirror says we don’t have magic, because of this we don’t even try out of fear that it’s right and that means that we’ll never see the brothers again. What really happened is because the magic from our world and the magic in Twisted Wonderland are so different the Mirror just thinks your soul is messed up and rules out magic entirely.

One day, MC gets really pissed at Crowley while in a dorm leader meeting and their magic activates because of their emotions. Something small. Maybe Crowley tripped, or his glass tipped over onto him, or the lights flickered, a window opened. But you felt your magic activate, and it shocks you! You’re the only one to notice, except for maybe the more observant of the cast, like Rook, Jamil, or Ortho (because of his robot sensors). 

You mull it over for a few days. Stewing in the bitter realization that you had magic all along, you could’ve been using it the whole time. And then you realize something. 

You can use this to your advantage.

During one of the dorm leader meetings that you’re left out of, because of one reason or another, you burst in, march right up to Azul, and with a malicious smile on your face and evil in your eyes you proclaim,

“I want to make a deal.” 

Everyone is shocked and trying to talk you out of it, but you’re not having it, and you hold your ground. Azul, intrigued, asked what you want and what you’ll put up as collateral.

You tell him, you don’t want anything from him aside from some tools and a place to test a theory. Confused, he then asks what you can offer him, and you tell him that you want to talk about it in a more private place, perhaps his office.

Once there, you admit that you bluffed in the meeting and don’t actually want a deal, you just wanted the attention and panic from Crowley from what you’re about to attempt to do. Curious, he stays, and watches as you calmly recite an incantation from memory, as if you’d known it for ages, though he’s never heard of it.

From the floor a very large magic circle appears, startling him, and the Tweels who sensed tension and came as fast as they could. And out comes your favorite demon, who missed you terribly and is very happy to see you.

You are more than happy to explain exactly what happened, why you didn’t summon them, and everything you’ve been through since coming to Twisted Wonderland. 

[restless-soulz]

HOW THE HOUSEWARDENS ACT W/ A BABY (not their own, they're all still underage)

RIDDLE:

-man this guy is so bad with babies, but damn it if he isn't efficient

-he'll make sure that the physical needs are taken care of, but that's not entirely what a baby needs.

-but a baby can't tell you what exactly it needs so it'll just be stressful for both of them until he figures it out

-it might be a while

-doesn't do super well with physical affection (giving)

-he probably won't burn down the house to make a bottle for the baby but he will stress about the temperature and it'll go cold before he's satisfied and it'll repeat the process ad infinitum

LEONA:

-pls the baby he knew was cheka, and he was easy he's got this (NOT)

-lion man just wants to sleep and does not appreciate being woken up for feedings or changings or anything else

-doesn't care about bottle temp, milk is milk

-won't show but is a little stressed about having claws vs incredibly fragile baby skin

-genuinely confused to as why not all babies are not like Cheka

-after a while he'll get down the baby language and be so fast at it, just to maximize his sleep

-hey if it works it works

AZUL:

-another one not really fit for children

-would try to foist off the child to the leeches, and then realize that unfortunately he is the much better option (because morays eat their young)

-he will do his best tho and he will do an almost perfect job

-he just...overestimates human baby milestones

-it's ok, it can go one of two ways. either the parent is delighted by fast progress or Azul feels embarrassed

-like riddle, doesn't super love the whole physical contact thing

-also secretly i'd think he'd be great to talk to for anything involved in being recognized outside of your children or a body dysmorphia kind of depression cause same

KALIM:

-mans has 40 siblings or something

-i trust him, but he can be a little...cloud heavy

-he will make sure that baby is cuddled, and fed, and played, but sleeping is not his thing. adorable, but babies are AWAKE around him

-plus he's had servants that take care of the gross parts so he's clueless about how messy babies usually are

-jamil would lose his mind having two people to take care of, one infinitely more dependent than the other

-as much as i love him, don't give him a baby

VIL:

-he wouldn't try very hard

-babies are hard and he's not planning to babysit very long, he has more important things to do, but in the meantime

-this baby will be TAKEN CARE OF

-he bought a lot of...well...everything and all the excess goes to the parents.

-the cutest outfits you've ever seen

-detests changing and other gross parts but will do it

-does not like the not sleeping part, but he will admit they are very cute

IDIA:

-you're playing with fire here

-the only baby he's ever been around was Ortho, and that...ended terribly

-panicking every single second, and rapidly googling every time the baby breathes a little weird

-builds an automated bottle warmer and baby rockers so he has minimal contact with the baby as possible

-until Ortho says that skin to skin or physical contact is best for optimal health

-he'll whine and cry but do it, for a super short amount of time

-made an automatic changing station so he never does the gross parts

MALLEUS:

-adores children. they do not adore him.

-he can scare them a bit being all dark colors and rbf

-but he does theoretically know how to take care of a human baby

-i don't think silver should count since he's more of a changling

-will not put the baby down unless absolutely necessary (my kind of guy)

-the baby lives in a singular too big shirt or the most regal ensemble you've ever seen. no in between

-doesn't bother with changing since he can just magic it away

-also buys everything for the baby and keeps half for when he hopes to be asked to babysit again

[chernabogs]

EXECRATE

Inc: Meleanor, Raverne, Mallegg/Egglleus, Lilia mention Warnings: None; just a dad being ready to bat for his wife and kid WC: 1.9k Summary: Execrate: To be denounced; to be declared evil

“Have you seen the latest information?”

The question is posed in an innocuous enough manner that he looks up from the scrolls without a second thought. The guard holds out an avisa, a hand-written documentation of news circling Briar Nation in the past week. Raverne accepts the paper with a frown as he flips it over to read.

For the most part, it consists of propagandistic filth. A litany of lies regarding the ongoing disputes in the mines and in the deforestation of the nation. Claims in human villages that the fae are trying to drive their population out and claims in the fae villages that the humans are doing likewise. These are all issues that have been discussed to the point of exhaustion in the courts with nothing set in stone, meaning there was no release from the family to quell the fears. He skims it more before shaking his head, ready to hand it back to the guard with a gentle explanation that he knows all of this already before the last section of the avisa catches his eye.

Letter to the scribe. An opinion section that grants the literate of Briar Nation an opportunity to express thoughts. Usually these were words from the priests, or fellow scribes, or the political esteem looking to brighten their own reputation among the masses. This one, however, boldly stated in all uppercase across the front: OF THE DRACONIA FAMILY. 

“Oh dear,” he murmurs quietly as he shifts the avisa to see the section more clearly. The first line (History is abound with clear examples of negligent rulers, and it is a pity for Briar Nation to be classified in that section—) causes his eyebrow to raise. The next paragraph, which serves to be a venomous dissection of the family's history, present policies, and apparent future intentions causes both eyebrows to raise. However, it’s when he reaches the section that begins to meticulously document the faults of his wife and his unborn child that he finally crumples the avisa up into a white-knuckled hold. 

Raverne is not a man to become temperamental. Many would argue that, out of the three ‘leaders’ of Briar Nation, he’s the most genial anyone can run into. 

He is not feeling genial right now. 

“Do we know who the scribe for this avisa is?” He asks. His voice is calm in the same way the ocean is moments before a tsunami rips apart a coastal town. The guard scratches beneath their mask and shakes their head. The scribes of the papers work in organizations that individuals can petition to receive from, subbing to the scribe, in a sense. The organization is unlikely to give up any names, even at the request of royal authority.

“We could try and find the author of the opinion piece, but it may take us a while.” The guard offers. It’s a tempting proposition. Raverne can feel the thrum of his pulse in his ears as he unfurls the avisa to read the section again. Execration. It’s an ugly word befitting of the ugly meaning it carries. He knows his wife is a temperamental woman, prone to fits of anger and costing the royal family more than a few medical tabs in the past. She is not evil, however. His wife is a woman who cares deeply for those close to her, cares deeply for her people, and is more than willing to give up her entire existence for the betterment of the nation.

He’s already had to stop her a few times himself from doing so. 

“It would be pointless to waste efforts on that.” He sighs, finally setting the avisa down to look back at the maps scattered around him. He runs his hand over his face and can feel the twinge of a migraine beginning to dig into his temple. With a shake of his head, he dismisses the guards and begins to tidy up the mess before him. They have more important things to concern themselves with then a few choice words. A delegation was to be sent to the human encampment soon, with himself at the lead, and that was the main priority for now. Paper slander could be dealt with by the courtiers. 

__________________________________

It’s far later than anticipated by the time Raverne finally returns to his chambers. Despite this, he can see the flicker of candlelight from beneath the door, indicating that he isn’t the only one pulling a near all-night event. The faintest of smiles touches his lips as he quietly opens the door to step into the room. 

“I was wondering when you would emerge from your office.” Meleanor’s low voice is tinged with amusement as she remains at her vanity, not looking up from the letter she appears to be furiously writing. Their egg is wrapped in numerous blankets (ten, if he’s counting correctly) by the window, which is slightly ajar to let the summer breeze drift inside. “I was tempted to send a search party.”

“Oh, I hardly think I am worth riling up that pack of dogs.” He chuckles as he closes the door before tossing his overcoat onto the bed. The gesture earns him a sidelong glance from his wife, which he quickly eases with a kiss to her cheek. “I missed you.” 

“You miss me when we are apart for more than five minutes.” 

“Perfectly reasonable, if you ask me.” He counters. Despite her words, she can’t conceal the pleased smile that touches her lips as she signs her name to the letter. He leans against her back, his arms wrapping around her as he reads what she’s addressing. 

A detailed informational piece to be sent back to Blackscale regarding the tensions brewing in the surrounding regions. If she knows about the rumours regarding humans driving out fae and vice versa, then odds are that she, too, has read the recent avisa. The prospect of her reading the foul-mouthed comments regarding her status and that of their child sits unwell in Raverne’s stomach, prompting him to press another kiss to her head before he withdraws to check on their babe. 

Malleus—because that’s what Meleanor insists his name will be—is utterly unchanged from when he saw him this morning. Still the same tiny, black-shelled egg, sitting so patiently and unassuming in its little nest. Despite this, a sense of giddy affection draws a smile to his face as his hand comes to rest on its body. Malleus is warm, as he often is, and for a moment Raverne imagines he can feel his son moving around from within. 

“You seem troubled.” Meleanor’s voice disrupts his thoughts as he looks back at her. She’s shifted in her seat to face him more directly as she folds the letter to set it inside an envelope. The critical look in her eye tells him that brushing his worries aside would be a frivolous action. 

He looks back to Malleus and clears his throat. “A guard brought me the most recent avisa.” 

Before he has a chance to continue, a barking laugh escapes from his wife as she tosses the sealed letter onto the vanity. “Oh, that. By the gods, did you read what they wrote this time? ‘Oh, the fae are trying to drive us to extinction! They are raiding our villages and lands!’ as if we did not gift them those very villages and lands to begin with.” 

“Now, now, my love, those are perfectly reasonable anxieties to have. The tensions in the surrounding areas have been mounting and the discrimination between species has begun to grow out of control. As it stands, there are no ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ sides.” 

Raverne tries to keep his tone placating as he points this out. This is one topic that he and Meleanor continue to have their disagreements with. Where he tries continually to see from the human perspective, Meleanor is more focused on the actions occurring against the fae and Briar Nation itself. Neither of them is wrong in their approach and they both know this, which is how they can have these conversations, but it can still create tension. 

“Ah, and the wondrous praise they wrote about my mother, our son, and myself? They even made sure to include you and Lilia as well in the onslaught. They called me evil incarnate, you a passive doormat, and Lilia an unleashed dog.” She presses a hand to her chest with a smile. “Frankly, I liked the Mistress of Evil title the other loudmouth granted me, but I shall concur.” 

He grimaces as he withdraws his hand from Malleus. The opinion piece had titled his son as a failure yet to be hatched, which had also felt like a personal strike to his heart. He doesn’t reply to Meleanor’s words as his mind becomes focused on the consequences the avisa will bring. Its propaganda, plain and simple, and certainly not propaganda that the monarchy put out, which means the interlopers have already bought off a portion of the scribes. 

“Raverne.” Meleanor’s voice murmurs right by his ear, startling him for a moment as he feels her arms come around his waist and her chin rest on his shoulder. His body relaxes beneath the familiarity of her touch, her scent, her presence. His hand comes up to rest on her arm as his thumb caresses her wrist. “Erase these troubled thoughts from your mind. The courtiers are already on the case in frenzy. Any insult to our family is a direct hit to their pride and status; it will not take long for them to weed out who did this.”

“I still do not like reading about my wife and my son being slandered in public media. The representations of you are completely inaccurate. Heartless, cruel. Although you may be strong-willed at times, I of all people know you have good intentions, and you are kind, and so worthy of adoration, and yet…” He purses his lips in frustration. Meleanor laughs at his obvious dissatisfaction as she presses a kiss to his cheek. 

“My dearest knight, off to defend my honour? I am quite capable of doing so myself, although I do admit it warms my heart to see you get so riled on my behalf.” He turns his head to allow a brief kiss before she withdraws to return to the vanity. “Truly, though. I am not bothered, mother is certainly not bothered, and Lilia was nearly pissing himself laughing while reading it all. And Malleus… well. All he knows is what his beloved parents say in his presence, so this is certainly not a topic to be having, no?” 

She gives him a look that he’s come to know quite well—a drop it look. He remains tight lipped for a moment longer before his shoulders slump and he gives a slow exhale of resignation. 

“Fine. You are correct in your belief that the courtiers will certainly clean up the mess. As you said, any insult to their pride is enough to drive them to action for once.” He raises a hand to touch the eggshell once more as he smiles lightly. “Look what you have to look forward to, my love.” 

Malleus, as usual, offers no response, though the comment does draw an amused hum from his wife. “If Malleus is anything like me, he will be able to handle it just fine.” 

He glances at Meleanor with a wince. “Pity to our courtiers, then.”

She smiles with a touch of menace. “Pity, indeed.”   

[tiredcatsleep]

Fun fact the lemon is the result of breeding sour oranges with more sour oranges until we got the lemon. So there are probably some fruits and vegetables that are not in twst because ours were made through breeding certain attributes in plants. I think there was a post or AO3 reading that Yuu explains what a lemon is to the Octavinelle group.

[rae-pss]

yuu : why are you so heartless?

jade: well, you did steal my heart after all, dear.

[my-memed-tw-adventures]

Imagine a Yuu that couldn’t leave NRC

So like a Yuu that’s stuck inside the confines of NRC for no explainable reason. They only find out when one of their friends tries to take them off campus to go visit their home. Like now extra angst cause they can’t visit anything else in this new world. They’re stuck at this school until they find a way home or possibly forever

Or find a way to get past this invisible barrier preventing them from leaving

Think Vanellope from Wreck It Ralph. A glitch that can’t leave the game

[janahanooo]

Jack: why does Leona follow us?

Yuu: hm? He does?

Leona in the bushes: *mouthing* one more word and skin you alive

Jack:

Jack: must have been my imagination..

Yuu: weird

Jack: yeah, totally.. I'm so sorry for future prefect

Yuu: did you say something?

Jack: nope, let's just go to class

[violetlunette]

ooh how about Surface Pressure from Encanto? maybe Silver feels like he’s under a lot of stress and needs to be perfect all the time and can’t allow himself to relax (that’s the only thing i can think of but do whatever u want with this lol)

In reference to this

The Song: Surface Pressure from Encanto

I hope this is satisfactory, anon! Thank you for your patience!

“Hey, you okay?” ‘No.’ No, he wasn’t. Silver wasn’t okay at all. In fact, he felt sick. His mind was spinning like never-ending tornado anxiety as nausea swelled all the way to his throat. His muscles and bones ached with fatigue, threatening to knock him off his feet, throw him to the ground, and knock him out cold. But Silver couldn’t reveal that to anyone. How could he? How could Silver say that, under the surface, he constantly worried about everything? He was constantly worried that something was going to hurt them. Including Malleus, who—under the influence of the blot, which twisted, and twisted his desire to make everyone happy—had become a monstrous version of himself. The Dragon Prince had even lashed out at Silver and Sebek with the intent to harm them—maybe even worse. How could Silver admit to anyone, especially his comrade, who stood so bravely, that he was terrified that Malleus would find them? Especially now, when Lilia was the most vulnerable he had ever been and didn’t even know it. With his memory gone, Lilia was vulnerable to Malleus’ manipulation and spells. Silver hated to doubt the man who raised him, but if Malleus were to appear, would Lilia be able to defend himself against the tainted prince? No, Silver wouldn’t risk that—he couldn’t. He would protect them—protect them all! But could he do that? Could Silver keep everyone safe? What’s more, what about Malleus himself? On top of keeping everyone safe, Silver had to save Malleus as well! After all, the same blot that changed his prince from a kind, benevolent ruler to a deluded madman was killing him. How long did Malleus have before the Phantom drained his life force? If Silver failed to reach him in time... The pressure built inside him until he felt like he would burst. Every breath was like the tick, tick, tick of a bomb counting to explode, the drip, drip, drip of a facet ready to burst, a crack, crack, crack of glass about to shatter, and more. The mental pressure gripped his throat and nearly choked the life out of him, and his worries drowned him like a sailor lost in the waves. What if he failed? What if Silver didn't reach Malleus in time, and the Phantom swallowed the prince? What would happen to the other students? To Sebek? To Lilia? Silver felt his muscles tighten in readiness to fight whatever he had to to save everyone. He didn’t care that he felt so ill that he could throw up. He didn’t care how his back and knees bent from pain and fatigue that clouded his eyes in a red haze. He would stand. All that mattered to Silver was saving them. If he couldn’t persevere, then there was no way he could call himself a knight. And if he wasn’t a knight, then that meant that all his dreams and all the work Lilia put into raising him were for nothing. So, he would stand. He would fight. He would run. He would defend. He would NOT break. He wouldn’t allow it! Not when so many were counting on him and the ones he loved were suffering. His school friends were trapped in a dream that may never end. Sebek had broken into tears for Malleus and his suffering. Lilia was reliving his time at war, which must have been painful for a man who valued peace. And Malleus—Malleus was suffering more than any of them. In comparison, Silver’s feelings—well, they caused enough trouble, didn’t they? With that in mind, Silver pushed his bubbling emotions back down and hid them beneath a stoic expression, one that thankfully came naturally to him. “I’m fine,” he assured the others. “So please… don’t worry about me.” No cracks. No breaks. No pressure. At least, not above the surface.

[theroseredreaper]

A prompt idea I had that I think would be really cute: Character A suddenly, one day, calls Character B by a pet name. Character B is surprised and a little flustered but brush it off as a random, one off occurrence. But then Character A keeps calling them by pet names. Random terms of endearment. Character B is growing increasingly flustered and feels like they’re losing their mind. After much pushing from friends to just talk, Character B finally confronts Character A. Character A is frozen with shock. “I forgot to ask you out, didn’t I?” they say.

[mermaid-4-u]

Wedding Brainrot

Crewel and Vargas are getting married.

All of NRC is invited.

Hijinks and shenanigans ensue with everyone tripping trying to ask Yuu to be their partner for the upcoming wedding.

I had more details swimming in my head last night but I was also very much in the deep of wedding festivities and enjoying ALL they had to offer.

[troycattribunny]

Diasomnia writers! I would love to see Diasomnia react to a reader who is like the video

I wanna see a bunch of writers take on this and tag me if you do write it! (Also I don't really care about the genre, gender of the reader or anything just take this and roll)

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

A funny Twisted Wonderland X Obey Me Prompt

It would be absolutely hilarious if the MC that came from the Devildom into Twisted Wonderland had magic and the ability to go home the whole time, they’re just fucking with everyone. 

I don’t know if anyone else does this, but when I don’t want to take the time to explain something to someone I just say “It’s magic.” or “I’m magic.” I can imagine MC doing that but with the excuse that they’re from another world.

Like,

Mc: *does magic but not in a way anyone recognizes as magic or isn’t blatantly obvious*

Twst character: How did you do that?

MC: I’m from another world.

Them: Ah.

It would just be so funny. Also, if they slowly start taking their friends to the Devildom for weekend trips but does it in such a way that it seems like they just happened upon the entrance and go there every now and again. Like if they created a portal to the Devildom in their closet, like they were in Narnia, and they go through and are in their room in the House of Lamentation.

Like, just one weekend,

MC: *comes into Ace and Deuces dorm room without knocking or announcing their presence previously*

MC: Pack a bag, don’t ask questions, I need to show you this amazing thing I found.

Ace and Deuce, slightly concerned: *try to ask questions but get shot down, pack their bags as quickly as possible*

MC: *drags them into their closet and through the portal to the House of Lamentation*

Ace or Deuce: Where, are we?

MC, lying their ass off: I’m not sure. I like to call it hell, just for fun.

It would also be very fun if MC got Ace and Deuce in on recruiting the other first years to come with them, though Sebek only goes once in a blue moon. And if Malleus goes, he gets his own separate trips so that the first years don’t get too scared of being both in hell surrounded by demons, and Malleus. 

Even funnier if you get the brothers in on it. Are they trapped in a time loop? Are they demons? Are they from the past? From the future? From an alternate dimension? 

Who knows?

Certainly not MC, who definitely did not orchestrate this whole thing just to bring the brothers closer together by pranking the hell out of their friends. Definitely not. 

[dgttwisted]

writing prompt

Floyd is in one of his moods he’s made it your problem how do you handle it?

[amxrany]

Kpop x Twst Prompt: Cater Diamond x Sour Grapes

Character/s: Cater Diamond

Song: Sour Grapes by Le Sserafim (English Translation)

Relationship: Any Cater ship of your choice (go wild with this lmao)

Prompt: Cater never having the balls to commit into a full relationship with the one he loves because he thinks that relationships like that will still end up in failure

Previous: Silver x Polaroid Love

[tiredcatsleep]

Twst Prompt #2

What if Yuu makes friends with a blot monster that’s in the Ramshackle Dorms and the monster is just overprotective of Yuu and very strong. (Got the idea of the blot monster from someone else’s post that I don’t remember the name of. The person that posted the idea named the blot monster Solomon) then there will be one point of the story where they do this scene.

Video: 2:02-2:25

Yuu as Bon Bon and the Blot as Funtime Freddy