#twst shit post

[llama529orange]

Part 1. Part 2

In this world, villains must fail for heroes to succeed. While it seems unfair, the villains work hard, striving to win every battle and succeed in the war, yet fate never seems to be on their side, causing them to fall into a deep hole of despair.

It saddened you to see your favorite villain, Riddle, from the manhwa, fall into despair and face betrayal. Watching him realize the harsh truth just before his and his mother’s heads were set to be cut off—along with everyone else involved in their tyranny—was heartbreaking. As you finished reading, you closed your phone, thinking about Riddle’s tragic fate. You wished you could give him a better future, a happier childhood, and the love he deserved. Tired, you moved to your bed, with school awaiting you the next day. As you fell asleep, you wished you could help Riddle and change his fate.

•When the sun rose, you woke up in a panic, thinking your alarm hadn’t gone off and that you were late for school. Frantically looking around, you braced yourself for the inevitable scolding from your parents, imagining them yelling until their mouths ran dry. But as you took in your surroundings, you realized something was wrong. You weren’t in your usual room. Instead, you were in a much larger, more extravagant room than you had ever seen in your life.

•"Where...where am I?" you muttered, feeling lost. "Where’s my phone?" You rushed to the window and caught a glimpse of yourself. You were in the body of the antagonist from the manhwa, now appearing as a child. "I’m definitely dreaming. Did someone drug my water?" you thought, trying to rationalize what was happening. You slapped yourself, hoping to wake up, but instead, the sting of reality hit you hard.

•Panic set in, and you stumbled out of the bed, pacing the room like a crazed person. You mumbled incoherently about your missing phone, your fanfictions, your chats, your friends, and the food you loved. You had no idea how to navigate an aristocrat’s life and were completely overwhelmed. You spiraled into a full-blown panic attack, breaking down for three hours before finally managing to calm yourself.

•After finally calming down, you sat on the bed, frozen like a statue deep in thought. You realized you had been sent back to when you and Riddle were both children—alongside your younger sister, the future heroine . “What was her name again?” you wondered, remembering Riddle’s name clearly because he was your favorite character, but struggling to recall the others. You knew the plot of the manhwa well, but the names of the characters were less important than the impending danger you faced.

•The antagonist in the manhwa, the role you now inhabited, used dirty tactics to succeed but was still fated to die. Worse yet, you remembered that the author had planned to continue the manhwa, so your future here was uncertain. Thinking quickly, you recalled how much you admired Riddle. You were a fan of his character, and you also knew that your parents had likely made a contract with the Queen for an engagement between you and Riddle, given the antagonist's status. The antagonist was known for being highly intelligent, with sharp knowledge of magic, aristocratic life, and rules. You decided to use that knowledge to save Riddle and secure your own safety.

•As the maids dressed you, fed you, and prepared you for your lessons, your parents were busy fussing over and spoiling your little sister. You didn’t mind, but you could still sense the lingering desires of the body’s previous owner—a deep yearning for love and affection, a stinging pain that made you feel guilty. You resolved to give this child the love and happy ending they deserved, silently promising, “I will give you the love you missed and the happy ending you deserve.”

•Determined, you wrote a letter proposing a study schedule with Riddle, knowing that the Queen would likely approve, as the tutor had been sent by her. You were set on helping Riddle and protecting your future in this world.

•The day arrived, hitting you like a train, yet filling you with excitement. You could feel the emotions of the body’s previous owner—nervous and afraid of the meeting, but also thrilled at the possibility of what it could mean. You were in the main room of your house, meeting with your parents, the Queen, and Riddle. Riddle, standing beside the Queen, looked at you curiously, like a cautious cat unsure of whether to approach. You smiled warmly, bowing gracefully as you’d seen in the books you read, determined to fit into aristocratic life.

•While your parents and the Queen chatted over tea, you and Riddle were sent to a room to study together. You couldn’t help but smile as you greeted him, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty, Riddle. Thank you for accepting my offer to study together.” Riddle looked at you shyly, his expression softening slightly. “It’s my pleasure,” he replied, his voice quiet but polite. You saw a glimpse of hope in his eyes and, feeling a surge of affection, asked him, “Do you want to play?”

•Riddle blinked, taken aback. “Play?” he echoed, his surprise evident. You could feel the confusion of the previous owner too, as though their childlike spirit was mingling with yours, but the spark of joy was undeniable. “Yes, let’s play together!” you said, your enthusiasm contagious. Riddle hesitated, remembering that he was there to study, not to play. “But… we’re supposed to study,” he murmured, glancing at the study table, piled with books.

•You leaned in closer, eyes bright with determination. “You know, playing is also a form of learning!” you insisted. Riddle’s eyes lit up, the notion of play foreign yet intriguing to him. “A form of learning…?” he repeated, almost in wonder. He looked again at the books and then at the window, the world outside calling to him in a way it never had before. Slowly, he nodded, a small smile forming on his lips as he accepted your proposal, though still unsure.

•Without hesitation, you took Riddle’s hand and led him out the window, sneaking away to the secret spot where the previous owner used to go when they wanted to be alone and cry. It had once been a place of sadness, but today, it transformed into a sanctuary of laughter as you and Riddle played. You even introduced him to a small, pink hedgehog that had made its home there, its tiny form adorable and soft. Riddle’s face flushed with delight as he marveled at the little creature, his laughter pure and uninhibited.

•For the first time, the spot that once held only tears now echoed with the joy of two children playing. And deep within you, the previous owner watched through your eyes, their presence faint but not forgotten. They laughed and smiled, feeling warmth and comfort they had longed for but never truly known. For a moment, their heart was light, touched by the happiness shared between you and Riddle.

[ruggiethethuggie]

[mrmonkeyyy]

this is the board game club dynamic right

[zr-art-world]

Twst oc meme

(Still coming up with names for them)

[stupidneko]

That's diabolical

[cozymochi]

I wanted to introduce this freak and another guy for 2 years now, so majority of these drawings are pretty old 😭😭 His name is Nyoka Wadjet, and he’s one of my personal favorite boys I only ever teased on and off. I meant to get his ref drawings fixed up and cleaned, but tbh, that realistically wasn’t happening so I just compiled a bunch of mock ups I attempted as is. The quality isn’t up to snuff for my liking, but the trade off is a short bio that’s actually legible. Wooooo~

He’s twisted from/inspired by Ushari from The Lion Guard. (Ushari is explicitly stated to be an Egyptian Cobra in-series, so I primally looked at the real life animal as most beastmen tend to, but hopefully those who know about Ushari can still see the allusions.) I hope people like him as much as I have over the years, he’s one of my favorites 👉👈🥺

Bonus:

Ko-fi

[kalims]

⊹ㅤattractive things they do | heartslabyul

parts. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefiore, ignihyde, diasomnia

characters. riddle, trey, cater, ace, and deuce.

content. gender neutral reader as always

note. fun fact: was scrolling thru my really, really old drafts and saw this. so I decided to just finish it cause why not. (this been rotting there for like a year and a half lmao)

I have about, 14 in my to do list haha. im doing them at random but trying to squeeze in writing at the crack of the night

perhaps he isn't aware of what he's doing exactly but riddle nods every once in a while during a conversation with you. that alone wouldn't have striken something in you if he wasn't intent on looking in your eyes every, damn, time! when you started to notice whatever habit it was it honestly got you skipping words mid sentence. eye to eye contact was something he thought was basic etiquette, hence his lack of care about it. there's something nice about his undivided attention focused, and probably soaking up whatever you had to say. if that wasn't enough him remembering every single thing you mention to him definitely did the trick..

everything, coughs. if i had to narrow it down probably the fact that trey quite literally looms over your shoulder to take a look at whatever you're doing. it doesn't matter whether you're tall, if you're sitting down that's what he's doing. if you had a penny you'd bet that he knows exactly what he's doing from the small smirk he does right after you jolt. you could smell his cologne, his skin over yours and you don't know if you want to screech into the void or throw yourself out of the window. you're as still as a statue, refusing to look up at him or else you're gonna get more down bad than you already are.

some might have contrary opinions but we all love an affectionate guy who isn't afraid to show it. caters just the type to bound up to you and attach himself like a magnet or something. it's funny cause you could be talking to your friends or something and he just bounds up behind you and encases you in a hug. sometimes when he's the one in a conversation he's pulling you over like he needs an emotional support item. literally whenever you're in reach, he's putting his arms to good use. you will not escape I guess.

for someone who claims to be a major hater to certain things considered weird in his book, affection included. ace does it a lot. he somehow always gravitates towards you, it doesn't matter if deuce is walking beside you he's gonna literally bump the guy away with his shoulder (one time into a bush.) a thing he likes to do though, is an arm over your shoulders like you're buddy buddies, which you technically are. just kinda out of character for a guy like him to pull you close so suddenly—and he's semi-aware of it.

looks away really fast when he gets flustered. it's really obvious that you got him, with whatever you've done. a cute thing deuce has done is laying face down in his desk at record speed just because you managed to make him embarrassed, in a good way! if you peeked through the gap under him you'd see his red face. if he can't hide his face from you, as in you keep tryna peek at it when he looks away he's literally just gonna use his hands to cover it. (although his likely response is to just sputter some excuse and dip.)

[tartppola]

happy halloweeeeeeeeeeeeen!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!

[figloom]

"Ughhh, I'm too pretty to be doing math Azul... You there, come here~✨️🦀"

The glamorous mascot of Mostro Lounge. What he lacks in brain, he makes up with with his looks (driving Azul insane in the process, however he can pay him in exposure so it's not that bad). He may not serve drinks but you best believe he'll serve cunt🦇

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Ok, Riddle fans, I am starting to understand.

As I go through more of Riddle's Vignette's and the story, seeing him actually interacting with his house and people outside of it, I get it. He's intimidating and intense, absolutely, and he doesn't always understand why things like social media and trends or parties are important to say Cater or Ace.

But he tries. He learned how Cater memorized and learned and changed his studying style in order to help him. Downloaded a whole app, made posts that would make no sense to anyone else and weird tags, just to help him, spending even more additional time and energy after creating a 300 page study guide.

He continually steps in to encourage and guide Deuce and generally doesn't seem to know or care about his past delinquency, only what he does now as an NRC student. Even the conversations with Ace which tend to go sideways or chiding, seem like they are simply almost too much alike, just different values and priorities.

Yes, the other students are intimidated by Riddle. But as I dive in more, especially after his Overblot, it's because he holds others to the same standards as himself for better or for worse. Does he recognize the privilege of receiving so much education on magic and other subjects so early? I'm not sure. But he looks at his students and asks why not. Why can't they pass, why are the struggling, how do I get them there. Like, this fixation of nobody dropping out or flunking tells me that it happens a lot, maybe the most in Heartslabyul? But Riddle is making his legacy at NRC that he's graduating at the top and every one of his house is coming with him. He genuinely believes in his people and that they will be the best, most cohesive and talented dorm because they worked together, he just has a different approach to it after his holier than thou attitude was knocked out of him after his Overblot.

Malleus was right. King of Heartslabyul, absolutely.

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Bonita!

Y/n: Do you or do you not feel bonita? *Sits patiently, kicking their legs in anticipation after taking away the makeup brush from Leona's face*

Leona: *stares at Y/n and speaks with a flat tone* I feel bonita.

Y/n: *giggling and stimming from happiness* Wonderful! Cause you look bonita!!! *Starts laughing and taking pictures of Leona*

Leona: *smiles softly, content being with Y/n* You're the only one who gets to do this with me.

Y/n: *nods and smiles, still taking pictures of Leona*

[greenapplebling]

*playing cards at the boardgame club*

Kalim: Who in the name of everything that's holy- blocked me??

Jamil: Azul

Idia: Welcome to the club-

Kalim: The "Azul ruined my life" club??

Azul: *struggling to contain laughter* ... apologies

***

Kalim: *takes a new card*

Jamil: Hey, it's my turn!

Kalim: *slowly puts the card back into the deck but at the bottom* ... I'm so sorry. Jamil, I'm sorry-

Jamil: *puts his cards down* ... What did you get?

Kalim, almost pleading in his knees: ... A joker

Jamil:

Jamil: You absolute cunt

Azul: Jamil-san-

Jamil: I fucking hate you, you piece of shit

Kalim: *wiping some tears from laughing so hard*

Jamil: *still whining about it 10 minutes later into the game*

Kalim: Guess what?

Jamil: *side eyes him*

Kalim: *shows off a joker he just got*

Idia: Something tells me Jamil-sshi would see jokers in his nightmares...

Jamil: No *to Kalim* I'm going to haunt your nightmares. You better sleep with one eye open

Kalim, batting his eyelashes: Promise?

[cheekinpermission]

At least Lilia won't have to suffer this betrayl for much longer

...

Too soon?

[crystallizsch]

“You can’t come after me just because I’m an ‘easier’ target!”

[stupidneko]

HELLO??? OMG HANDSOME?? AMAZING??? BEAUTIFUL???????

Edit: artist @take_bayashi_3d on twitter

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

How You Turn My World; Chapter 4

You finally find your way into the labyrinth, coming across some new and old faces; both friendly and malicious.

Character; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, reader is getting tired of being stuck here and smelling like a bog

Content Warnings; Swearing, some talk of death, reader passes out

Word Count; 2.2 K

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

As per usual, don't put my work into AI.

You were finally making some decent progress, what, with not being stuck in some bog and knowing somewhat of where you were going. A vast improvement really! Well, it would be, but unfortunately, you still reeked of rotten eggs and skunk — apparently the bog stench only got worse the longer it stayed on.

“Why did it have to dump me into the swamp,” you huffed, rounding yet another corner. “Like, it could have dumped me beside the water, but, no, no, let’s dump the magicless human right into the putrid bog water! A good guffaw, don’t you think? Ha ha ha HA!”

At least your au de Bog of Eternal Stench kept any would-be assailants away since you hadn’t run into anything (besides a rose bush, ouch) since you started making your way through the labyrinth. So maybe it wasn’t all that bad… damn, maybe your sense of smell was just used to it… hey, if stink helps you not die, then you would gladly stay stinky! Well, bitterly stay stinky is more like it.

“Assholes,” you muttered, rounding another corner. 

But it wasn’t a corner; it was a crossroad. Three paths merged off of the one you were on.

… aren’t labyrinths just one long line? THIS IS A FUCKING MAZE?! You groaned, looking at your possible options which all looked exactly the same.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. Of course nothing is easy here, no no no! Gotta make things difficult now.

The hedge behind you rustled, and you whipped around, getting into a stance where you could either land a pretty good sucker punch to the hedge-stalker or make a mad dash away. But out of the hedge crawled out a small, fuzzy, caterpillar. And back at home you would have thought it was cute, but you learned your lesson from the doors; don’t trust it, or anyone for that matter.

You looked down at the caterpillar, and the caterpillar looked up at you, blinking slowly. 

What are the chances… 

“Do you know a way out,” you asked the caterpillar, crouching down so that you didn’t tower over it.

The caterpillar blinked at you again (apparently caterpillars in the Underground have eyelids, which isn’t the weirdest thing considering everything). “No,” it chirped and continued crawling on its merry way, wherever that may be. “But you’ll find the way.” And it disappeared into the growth of the maze, humming a little tune to itself.

You sighed, and pushed yourself back up, straightening out your shoulders and looking up to the sky. “I’ll find a way,” you breathed, looking up at the cloudless sky which was starting to turn a brilliant amber with the setting sun. “I might want to find a way is more like it.”

You looked back down to the ground, looking at the three paths in front of you. They all look the same, save for the ground making up paths themselves, with the middle and right paths looking well worn with travel. And while they may be well worn, there was a voice at the back of your head that was whispering caution. The left-most path was not as well travelled, with dead vines covering parts of it.

“Hopefully you’re right, little buddy since I could use all the luck I can get.” And you made your way down the path, hoping that it was the correct one and didn’t lead you to your death or some other unpleasant thing.

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…

Lilia was at the entrance of the labyrinth, in front of the two doors.

“Have you seen a human, about this tall, a bit of a temper, and smelling foul,” he asked the doors.

The doors looked at each other before looking at Lilia. “And what’s it to you,” they said in unison.

Lilia smiled, but it was one of mild annoyance, not joy or amusement. “Royal orders I fear. You wouldn’t want the mistress finding out about you both tampering with a royal matter, would you?” The smile turned cat-like since Lilia had backed them into a corner.

The doors paled, with the blue door speaking up. “No no, sir! We would never dream of such a thing!!! Yes, there was a human, a wretched one at that, horribly rude!”

Lilia hummed, cocking a brow at the door. “I do think wretched is a bit of an overstatement now,” he whispered to himself. “Well, tell me where about they are then. The sooner I can collect them, the better for you lot.”

The red door sighed, “Near the heart of it, they took the left path.”

Left path? Why the left path leads to… Shit. Lilia mentally groaned, knowing that regardless of the path you took, you would end up having to deal with them eventually. “Your cooperation has been noted,” is what he said though, giving the doors both a nod before turning into a bat and flying over the labyrinth, trying to find you before you ran into whoever them was.

“Please be clever enough not to die,” he whispered to no one, hoping that he didn’t have to deliver your body to the Queen.

…

…

The left path brought you to what looked like a forest; with old-growth trees, ferns and moss covering the ground, and a list mist hanging in the air. It was peaceful and beautiful, with the setting sun illuminating the mist without burning it away.

But that would not last, night was fast approaching and you had nothing to protect you this time; no rowan tree to haul your ass up, and no sort of weapon to protect yourself besides the oh-so-lovely smell of the bog to deter something from eating you. You were pretty sure it would also keep away anything that wanted to otherwise snatch you up.

“AH!” Something jumped out from a tree, and you couldn’t fully register what it was since you were also screeching, much like the creature was at you; you with fright, the creature with amusement and joy.

Two other creatures jumped out from behind the trees and startled cackling, jumping, and clapping. Together, they surrounded you, with no way to really escape them without fighting through.

… you really should have read about fae species, since you didn’t know what they exactly were, or how dangerous they were either. 

One pulled you near a pit and lit a fire, cackling in glee and dancing, trying to get you to join them. “Ah come on, human, have some fun! DANCE BABEY!!!!”

But you stayed still as more creatures came out of the shadows, dancing around the fire, giggling, cackling, and pulling a bit at your clothes to prompt you to join them. You didn’t know, cementing your feet down, your eyes watching their movements with caution.

‘Should you dance with the fae, you shall not stop dancing until you exhaust yourself. And once you wake up, you will continue dancing. This cycle will repeat itself until you dance to death.’ 

At least that was what the book said, and so you stayed still, regardless of how much the creatures pulled at you. While it looked like a grand old time, you remained where you were.

“I don’t have time for dancing,” you answered coldly, flinching from pinching fingers. You were also a bit shocked that Eau de Bog of Eternal Stench wasn’t keeping them away. Either, they couldn’t smell, or, they didn’t care that you smelled downright awful. “So this ‘baby’ won’t dance.”

And should I be offended by you calling me ‘baby’ or am I reading too much into it?

The main creature just shrugged and spun its dancing partner around. “Your loss human! More fun for us then! YIPPEE!!!” And it threw something in the fire to where you could feel the heat on your face.

What now? You were just standing there awkwardly as the creatures danced about, singing something that you couldn’t really make out. All you knew was that the heat, noise, and the dizzying dance of them was making your head pound, and throat scream in thirst. You hadn’t drank anything for over a day(?) — no, bog water did not count — and the heat from the fire made the thirst only worse. Shit.

“Ah, you don’t look too… hot there human,” one of the creatures snickered at its own joke at your expense. “Maybe if you dance with us, loosen up and have a bit of fun, then you can have a drink? Hmm? Dancing won’t kill you!” But its failed attempts at covering up its own malicious giggles were more than enough to stand your ground… which was coming at you quite fast since you practically collapsed.

Was it the thirst? The pounding migraine that wanted nothing more than to crawl into some dark hole and hide? Or your exhaustion from making that tiring trek, crawling yourself out of the bog and making the trek again, or the hours you had spent wandering around the maze with no real idea of where you were going? All you really knew was that you were now on the ground with the creatures poking at you to see if you were still alive.

“Aw, man! Are they already dead? That’s no fun!” One of the creatures pouted, raising up your arm, and you let it plop back to the ground. “Come on human! Get up! You’re not a party pooper are you?”

Scre you buddy! Can’t you read the situation?!

You were trying your best to stay quiet, which wasn’t all that hard, since all of your energy was gone. 

“They best not be,” a familiar voice called out.

From your position, you couldn’t see who it was, but you could make out the creatures jumping away from you like you were the hot fire instead of the fire pit. But someone else was approaching until you could make out a pair of shoes in front of your face.

They crouched down beside you, placing their fingers gently at the base of your throat; taking your pulse. “Hmph, playing dead, are we, Beastie?”

That irritating chuckle. The annoying nickname. Those mischievous magenta eyes that now looked at you with curiosity and amusement.

It was him — Mr. Sparkles.

And he had just blown your act of playing possum (well, not really, since you had actually collapsed).

But you didn’t say anything, instead favouring to give him a dirty look. Yet he just shook his head in jest, and proceeded to pick you up and wrap you around his shoulders and neck like some sort of bizarre ermine pelt; better than being carried like a sack of potatoes or the bridal carry you supposed.

“Her majesty sends her regards for not turning or killing her guest,” Lilia offered the creatures. It would be such a waste and pity to see such an entertaining Beastie leave us too soon now. “But do know she won’t take to their condition lightly.”

My condition? I’m not some Victorian child with some unknown illness wreaking havoc on their body you know?! But all that you did was groan and cough. You couldn’t even cough in Mr. Sparkles’ (Lilia’s) face, since you had a lovely view of the moss-covered ground and the fae’s shoes.

He patted the back of your calves, and you would have kicked him if you had more energy, but you didn’t. “Now, we really should be off, since Beastie has… an hour to get out of this maze before they turn into some sort of worm, or a hedge; never know what this old labyrinth will decide on really.” Lilia chuckled at the thought (was it merriment, or was he happy that you weren’t joining the caterpillar you met earlier?).

“No,” you wheezed. “WoRm!”

“See! They said it themself! No worm! How lovely that we are on a similar wavelength, Beastie! Marvellous even!” Lilia exclaimed, and the both of you started levitating off of the ground. “Now, do enjoy your party, Fireys!”

The creatures (Fireys apparently) groaned but got back to their party, dancing around the fire like they didn’t just try to lure you to your death mere minutes before.

“Tsk tsk, Beastie,” Lilia’s tutting brought your attention back to him and you grumbled. “You owe me two favours now, you know. Lucky that I found you… although that part wasn’t hard. I thought you learned your lesson the first time you decided to take a dip into the Bog of Eternal Stench?”

You lightly kicked him, letting your irritation be known, but Lilia just hummed. “Now now, no need to be like that! Do you want to smell like a bog when you meet the mistress? She wouldn’t take kindly to your… unique aroma.”

You hissed out a breath since he decided to pinch at your ear rather harshly — prompting for you to answer. “No,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Also, do read up on that book, since you will want to know about the government and fae species etiquette!”

From a smelly bog and fumbling around a maze for hours on end, to finding yourself being taken to fae high society… was it too late to become some worm in the maze? I think being a worm actually has a better chance of me living.

But sadly, you were saved from an eternity of being a worm. Hopefully, Mr. Sparkles (Lilia) would cover for your blunders a little for when you found yourself in front of ‘the mistress’.

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To be continued!

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