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hi guys idea for your crossdresser yuus or fem yuus or afab long haired yuus in general

im very attached to my hair and id literally lose my mind if i had to cut my hair so short to fit in at an all boys school

[To the place I cannot reach you]

First years Trio thought on Ramshackle prefect returning to her home world.

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(GN! Reader)

Note: I want to write for all first years, but I don't have any idea for Jack,Epel and Sebek... Maybe i will do part 2 if anything comes to my head. For now please enjoy Ace,Deuce and Grim' parts.

Ace Trappola

When the idea of Kantokusei returns home, at first Ace is... Indifferent. I mean that's the whole point isn't it??? To search a way for this mysterious individual to return to where they belong?

But as the thought lingered in his head it makes Ace a bit unsettled. For Kantokusei to return means Ace will lose one of his safe places.

The more Ace thinks about the possibility the future without this person at least sending him grim's weird sleeping position at least once a day the more it makes Ace annoyed and restless.

Ace is many things, but he is absolutely not selfless, in fact he will gladly be called selfish if that means he can avoid Riddle's wrath or extra duty.

But Ace will never say or voice his desire for Kantokusei to stay on Twisted Wonderland. Because Ace, for some reason managed to forge a strange kind of bond with this particular individual.

Ace also is there when Kantokusei rants the woe of their hearts. Another ridiculous request from Crowley, that one student that keeps bothering them, how magic class is hard without being able to use magic.

About how they miss their home.

It's not unusual for him or other members of their tiny little friend group to be found in the Ramshackle dorm in the morning. That's why Ace saw it.

The bloodshot eyes, the runny nose, the hoarse voice, Ace is not dumb he just dense and decides to not care. But for this person that always pretends that everything is okay. Ace will go along with it.

Ace is selfish, he is stupidly and annoyingly honest, if he doesn't like it, just voice it out loud, that's exactly why he ended up fighting with his dormleader to begin with.

But this time only he will shut his mouth.

This time only he will not declare what is in his heart

After all, he doesn't want to make this inevitable parting more painful than it already is.

"come on, just cry it all out. It's just both of us here."

"huh??? I'm not telling anyone, can't you at least trust me a little??”

"idiot, how long have you been bottling this in?? I will help you pull a prank on Crowley tomorrow if that helps you feel better"

Deuce Spade

When someone asks Deuce since when did him and the prefect become friends, Deuce himself doesn't know.

Is it when the chandelier fell?

Is it when Crowley threatens to dispel them?

Is it when four of them work together to defeat the phantom in the mine?

Or is it on the egg accident ?

Deuce himself doesn't know, but he does know that for some reason they are all suddenly so closed.

But Deuce is aware that the presence of this person has become so normal that the thought of them suddenly parting somewhere that he can't follow makes him suddenly feel lonely.

Deuce is conflicted, on one hand, he wants to help Kantokusei to find a way home. On the other hand, he wants them to stay, somewhere he can reach somewhere he can see them.

Deuce and Ace are somehow well connected. Many of their friends have told him that they are sharing their braincell, so that's why when Ace is giving that look, he knows, he will never ever allow himself to voice this feeling out loud.

Deuce knows if he said it, it will make Kantokusei start to hesitate.

Deuce doesn't want this person that is always confident in their choice, to charge immediately if they think that course of action is right to start hesitating on their choice.

So he will keep this feeling inside, as a return for helping him avoid getting expelled, as a return for helping him free from Azul's contract, as a return for helping him studying.

After all this is what an honour student should do right?

"Kantokusei, I may not be strong and smart in magic like our seniors, but please remember this, i will help you to find your way to return home"

GRIM

NO

Absolutely NO!

If his henchman is not here then who will serve the great Grim???

If his henchman is not here then who will love Grim?

If his henchman is not here then who will keep him warm??

If his henchman goes home does that mean he too has to return to those cold and lonely lives?

Grim doesn't remember much of his life before he met us, the few things he remembers is it's cold, lonely and hungry.

And to be honest he doesn't want to remember it too, after all why would he want to when he is comfortable right now? Who wants to remember sad stuff anyway.

So if they return to their home does that mean he has to return to that life?? Does that mean he will be alone again ?

But Grim is weirdly in sync with Kantokusei's feelings. He knows how anxious they get when Crowley dismisses them when they ask about an update. How restless they become every time Crowley said he didn't find anything yet.

Of course Grim knew how sometimes they cry when it's too much. They sleep on the same bed after all.

Grim felt when they tightened their hugs, how they try to silence their cry, Grim can hear it, he has amazing ears after all.

He will become the most powerful mage so his henchman doesn't want to leave.

Grim: "Kobun i know you can't stay still, so if you want to take a walk just wake me up! You are not allowed to leave on your own!"

[name]: Eh?? Where did this come from??

Grim: JUST LISTEN TO ME! This is an order from your boss!! You are gonna get in trouble if I leave you alone!

[name]: ehhhh~~ but you are the one who always causes trouble.

The abject horror is horroring

Could I request how would Cater, Jamil, Rook and Idia react to their (s/o)’s overblot? :0

SUMMARY: your significant other, who has been part of an overblot before, has to witness you going through the exact same thing.

COMMENTS: hi so im experimenting with yuu overblotting and so. you and grim are fusing because i said so.

yk after writing this i realize i was absolutely inspired by delicious in dungeon. if you get it you get it.

You’ll have to forgive Cater if he blurts out some stupid slang or a joke as he watches ink consume your body—as he watches you fuse with Grim. The result is a terrifying monster, blue flames shooting out of your very human face, ink pouring out of your eyes and mouth and nose as Grim's claws grow sharper and his legs grow longer.

He’s vaguely aware of Trey trying to get him out of there and Riddle throwing himself into a fight to attempt to disarm you and Grim—whatever you have become. Cater isn’t even sure if you’re separate anymore, but he hears your screams and the echoing growls of Grim, and the blue flames are searing his skin but he isn’t budging.

He shoves Trey off of him and goes running towards you, heart pounding in his chest. He has to save you. He has to help you. His signature spell is activating and he doesn’t even know he’s doing it—he just knows he has to get you back, one way or another.

Jamil knows what’s happening before anybody else. He can see the frustration at being treated the way you are, and he sees the way your hands shake. He tries to reach out but it’s not enough, and maybe it never would have been because he’s too late, and the air is hot with anger and longing for a home neither you nor Grim had.

You become one. He sees it and he can do nothing but watch as you sprout hairy arms and legs, claws tearing through your skin as blue flames shoot out from you. Ink spurts from your eyes and mouth, pouring onto the floor as you howl and wail. He can hear the echoing, pitched remnants of Grim in your voice as you charge, heading straight for the students. Jamil whips out his pen, pointing it in front of him and casting a barrier.

He needs to get everyone else out of here. He can’t be the one to fight you—he can’t do that to you. His ears are ringing and only now is he aware of Kalim rapid firing questions at him but he doesn’t have the time, he grabs Kalim and yells at him to leave, to get the Headmage, to get you help. You can’t die on him. You just can’t.

Rook thinks you’re beautiful. He always will, no matter what state you may find yourself in, no matter what form you may take. That’s part of the reason he stands there in awe, watching as you transform in front of his very eyes. Tears are rolling down his face as you scream out in pain, and his body reacts by running to you but someone is holding him back, his sobs mixing with you and Grim’s howls as you merge in a tornado of inky blackness.

People are screaming, someone is yelling that he needs to get out of there, he falls to his knees as your form—no, the form you’ve taken, writhes and screeches on the ground. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard, it sounds like nightmares, it sounds like pain and suffering and like nothing will ever be okay—

Two backs appear in his vision, a perfectly manicured hand shielding his vision from the sight. Rook looks up, eyes locking with Vil’s. Epel is beside him, pen at the ready. “Can you stand?” Vil asks, and anyone else wouldn’t be able to hear the tenderness in his voice. Rook takes his hand and stands, breathing shakily as he stares at your form, vision blurry but locked onto you—he’s going to save you, no matter what.

Idia’s hands are shaking as you scream. He needs to go to you, to make sure you’re okay but he’s petrified, feet tripping over nothing as he stumbles to your side. He reaches out for you but you shove him away, a sharp NO ripped from your throat. Idia swallows his tears as he whips out his tablet, sending an SOS message to STYX as a familiar black ink splatters to the ground at his feet.

You tried to protect him. It makes him feel so worthless but he gets through it, knowing this must have been how you felt when he overblotted. Why can’t he do anything right? He went through the same thing and he can’t do anything to help you. Isn’t this his family’s business? He should know what to do by now!

He doesn’t leave from that spot, even when people are screaming at him to evacuate, even when STYX arrives to take you away, even when Ortho explains the situation to them because Idia can’t talk. The only thing he manages to say, with eyes glued to the malformed shape you’ve taken, is that he demands to be taken back with you to his home so he can oversee your treatment. He needs you to be better. He doesn’t know what he’d do otherwise.

More angst-

•|Sad TWST headcanons

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒖𝒍

𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

If his mother calls him before or during eating a strawberry tart, he'd have a hard time finishing his tart after their conversation even if it has no relate to it. He would clutch his hands and just stare at his strawberry tart for a few minutes and eat it slowly. Still remembering the first day he tasted a tart, but not a good way

𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟

Doesn't like it when people yell at him when mad as it reminds him when Riddles' mom yelled at him and his family for 3 hours straight. Although, he wouldn't react much if you yelled at him, but he will definetly hold a grudge

𝐷𝑒𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑒

After Riddles' overblot, he'd not only get nightmares about it, he'd also get nightmares of Cater getting impaled with a spear from Riddle. In some dreams, Cater died, right infront of him and his roommates would have to wake him up. He pleaded them to not tell Cater but one of them slipped(It wasn't Ace. I refuse to believe he's THAT much of a jerk and clumsy)

𝐶𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑

Whenever his sister would call him, he'd just stare at it ringing. He doesn't want to talk to them but he also don't have the heart to reject it. Sadly, he can only do this when he's alone since people will point. But when he gets close to the prefect, he'd ignore the ringing and tell you to do the same. Just don't pester him and point at it more than 3 times

Comforts Deuce in a non-obvious way whenever his roommates accidentaly told him that Deuce had nightmares about his impalement

𝑅𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑐𝑐ℎ𝑖

Tons of bite and scratch scars from his childhood due to fighting over food with another group of hyenas. As a male hyena, he's pretty tall in their book so he's the one to mostly go out to hunt and fight for food

Sometimes has to give up his food to female hyenas

𝐾𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑚 𝐴𝑙-𝐴𝑠𝑖𝑚

On the outside it looks like he trusts his siblings a lot but deep down he doesn't. He loves and trusts his baby siblings but once they reach the age of learning about the hierarchy, he'll start to doubt them but won't show it. So when they do end up trying to kill him, he'll be heartbroken but not surprised

𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙 𝑉𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑟

He was 14 years old when he first killed someone to protect Kalim. One of the most traumatic event in his life but as he got older, it bothered him less and less. When he looks back at his first kill, he'll cringe. Thinking, "God why did I cry and puke that time? I should've expected it"

𝑂𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑜 𝑆ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑

Somehow got a hold of a file full of old pictures and videos of H!Ortho and when he has nothing to do, he'd watch it privately. Observing how past Ortho acted and will try to recreate does actions.(It gives Idia tons of flashbacks)

𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑉𝑎𝑛𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝑒

Back when Silver wad a kid, he'd give Lilia every egg he found during Easter. But the moment Lilias' eyes spotted a black egg with bright green designs on it, he'd go quite and just stare at it. Remembering Meleanor and egg Malleus

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔

After overblots, they really want to vent to their parents but they can't. Crowley pressured them to not tell anyone or their grades and the schools reputation will be at risk

“Hey..Mc you there?” “Y-yeah sorry just..thought someone called me for a moment...”

Kalim and Mammon aren’t safe from me either so...

-🌒

Mirror of Goodbyes

How each characters who loved you deal with your disappearance.

Part 1. Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw

Heartslabyul

Savanaclaw

It is scary how fearsome memory could be.

Part II. Octavinelle, Scarabia, and Pomefiore

Part III. Ignihyde and Diasomnia

So, let’s say Mothers Day exists in the TWST universe.

Everyone’s buying gifts and going to visit their mothers because they’re sweethearts like that💙

Poor Deuce probably went all out on his gift for his mama:((

But anyways, what are you, our poor prefect doing?

Nothing. Because you got shoved into another world without your mom. And it’s pretty clear you’re upset about it and feeling pretty homesick.

You’re sitting on your bed, scrolling through magicam and looking at all the pictures of your friends with their moms.

You’re getting pretty emotional because, god damn, you miss your mom:(((

And then, Grim comes in with a bag in his hands.

Now, if y’all didn’t know, Grim doesn’t have any parents or relatives. He was abandoned when he was a child (kitten????).

Next thing you know, Grim hands you the bag and hugs you tightly, and tells you that you’re the closest he’s ever had to a parent and that he loves you:((((((

And he’s all like, “but don’t tell anyone I ever said this!!! You’re still my henchman..”

It’s so clear he’s embarrassed to be saying all of this, but it’s also clear he really does love you and appreciates all you do for him.

And you open the bag and there’s a couple little things like chocolate and maybe some jewelry.

(The first year crew definitely helped him shop for you because he had no idea what to get you.)

But the most memorable, and absolutely adorable thing in there is a handmade card.

It’s messy and kind of sticky and it’s getting glitter all over you, but on the inside there’s a little drawing of you and Grim. You’re holding his little paw and you two are smiling.

And it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever been given.

And all you can do is bawl your eyes out and hug him close.

It reminds you of something you’d give your mother when you were younger.

And it just makes you miss her so much more.

Poor Grim is so confused on why you’re crying, and he’s saying shit like, “Henchman, I know my gift was great but it’s nothing to CRY over..” as his little paws rub your back.

But he curls into you anyways, and stays with you until you’re done and half-asleep. And you two fall asleep together that night.

He’s in your arms, purring contently against you as you sniffle and whimper in your sleep.

God you miss home:((((

It is said the princess of dragons perished in this castle while protecting those who mattered most to her

Wouldn’t it be just as poetic? Just as ironic? For you to do the same?’

Faes and humans are not so different after all.

Both would do anything for those they love.

And this was your stance.

You would do anything for those you love.

For your husband and your son.

Why must they suffer for your foolish bloodline?

Why must they bear this heavy burden?

Your husband has done enough.

For you and your family.

So you cast a blessing.

A magic unknown to all, even your love.

The world has enough heroes and it will continue to have more.

But your family was yours.

The kingdom, nay, the world cannot ask your family for more.

They have done enough.

He has done enough.

So you cast your magic, it will be the end of you.

But it will save them.

May they wake in a world of peace.

As the magic you stored for so long engulfed you, you thought of the princess once again.

Was this what she had felt? A mother protecting her own.

How unfortunate that both races couldn’t get along due to the greed of a family member.

But maybe, just as how the princess wished for her son and loved ones to be safe and happy, so too would your family.

You smiled while looking at the sleeping visage of your husband and your son one last time.

Good Night, My Loves.

May you wake to a brighter world filled with love.

…I need to stop killing off the Knight of Dawn’s wife. 😅🥲

But you can’t blame me for this only! @the-knaves-world is at fault too, she knows exactly which quotes she recommended that influenced this story 🥺💔

I’ll make a happy Knight of Dawn x reader story soon🫡💞

Imagine being the Knight of Dawn’s wife and it was the night before he leaves.

It is unspoken that this might be the last you see of him.

But you are here, in his arms with your baby between you.

In another life, you and him would be happy with your child.

But no, now is not the time to think of this.

In the arms of your beloved, you three are happy.

In this moment in time, everything is perfect.

Once upon a Dream, oh what it could have been.

"Lulled into rest

with Lilia Vanrouge"

He swore he'd never fall for any human. It would only bring sorrow and misfortune, should he lose you. Besides, you simply couldn't grasp the gravity of a situation with a fae lover.

Yet, he still stared, mesmerized.

Silver was fast asleep in the commons of the Diasomnia dorm with his lap. He was completely relaxed as you lulled a soft melody. If he had human ears, there's no way he'd be able to hear such a quiet and serene song.

He'd only ever witnessed such a peaceful rest from his son while in his own arms. So why? Why did you have this effect?

He heard a soft chuckle behind him and recognized immediately that Malleus was behind him. "Have you noticed? They are trying to earn their place in our family. They have everyone under their spell, despite having no magic."

The shorter of the two went rigid.

Everyone? Under a mere human's spell?

"Even Sebek is at ease in their presence, so why is it that you're so guarded, Lilia? Are you perhaps.." he bit his tongue, "scared?"

Yes, he was. Very

I heard this song come on my recommended and I just couldn't help but think of Lilia Vanrouge

"Place your bets

with Overblotees"

“I bet on losing dogs”

Perceived as laying all your eggs in one basket, so to speak. Even without confidence of your chosen competitor winning, you want to believe hopelessly that they will not fail you.

Of course you’re typically well aware of their failure before the race begins. You’d hear others make remarks about how naive it is to place your bets on such a pathetic excuse of a runner, all in hushed voices.

But it’s hope, or maybe delusion that pushes you to cheer on the sidelines.

But a losing dog is only that, a loser. It will always fail you. So stop convincing yourself otherwise.

The Break

Pairing(s): Fem!MC/Yuu/Reader x TBD

Summary: MC finally shuts down from all of her acts of helping with overblots and the countless favors/demands that are asked of her. When the Prefect of Ramshackle is the one who needs help, who steps forward?

WARNINGS

I am not the best at labeling warnings or triggers but I can say that this story is laden with neglect, self-neglect, anxiety, possible depression and attempts to justify the above. There could be more labels that I can add but i’m unsure how to word them - so please exercise caution.

Quick Note: The reader in this story is largely based upon Cinderella, for multiple reasons (#1 being that I want to and #2 being that I absolutely love Cinderella and think she’s amazingヾ(•ω•`)o ) . If that type of character behavior annoys or offends you, I recommend skipping this!

Keep reading

I got even more angst drive by @tri3tri ‘s post so don’t mind me just some Tsunotarou angst-

(In honor of inktober ending I wanted to try an inking type of art style, ngl it’s not too bad - 😅)

| And so the Ink Flows...|

Drip drop Tick tock

The blot is building up

Drip drop Tick tock

It’s starting to rise up

Tick tock drip drop

Can someone pull her up?

Tick tock drip drop

Alas their time is up

Haha Have a concept drawing of Overblot Phoebe! She’s supposed to be floating in the air sitting on her moon thingy and ngl it was fun drawing this. 💙♠️💙

———Bonus Concept sketch and Memes———

Bean and Sock Tweels belong to @a-twst-oc !

Hello! May request headcanons of Leona and Octavinelle students (separately) react to fem reader having Hanahaki Disease because of them, but she never tells them directly that they're the cause of it? Have a nice day!

Blood Stained Blooms

Ara? What do we have here now 🧐. I’m joking sjsjsj angst is my go to and you hit the spot. Tag some Lion and Octavinelle stans perhaps~?

⚠️ TW: Mentions of blood and vomiting.

When words are left unsaid...

Honestly, he never expected someone with so much spunk as you to just...reel over to the floor choking out bloody flora that could’ve easily been fitting with the greenery at the botanical garden he naps at.

And at the same time, Leona knew that...people with strong fronts have a tender foundation. What do you think he is? Well it wasn’t like he bothered hiding his shortcomings, it just so happened that he never gave a care for what people think of him.

That...would’ve been the usual. What is unusual however is you vomiting on the ground pathetically clutching your chest gasping for dear oxygen. Call it what you will, instinct, concern, desire, it didn’t matter to him what the hell he was truly feeling because the next thing he knew, he was already kneeling next to you brows furrowed whilst his calloused hand placed itself on your back.

He could feel it, with the way your shoulder blades tensed and relaxed at an unnatural rate under his touch while Blood continued to trickle down- The lion beastman was no fool either. Something to this degree isn’t at its early stages is it? He was no doctor but...he felt a tinge in his chest at the thought of someone just suddenly dropping dead. It was it because it’s you who knows…

The way you weakly smiled at him as you ushered him with a blood stained hand wasn’t something that would calm him down, it might’ve made him even more spurred. Gritting his teeth his ear twitched. Before standing up and grumbling to himself.

“Oi herbavour- what the hell is that-“ “A-ah..Leona..”

Leona is Leona, the lonely second prince that forgot his title whenever he was with you, but he didn’t knew how to handle this. How to handle the thought of you in a gruesome state- ah...he accidentally stepped on a flower….Ruggie would later be ordered to fetch whatever information he can manage to attain about the hellish illness.

...His mind is truly in uproar...

It was all too sudden, even for him. One minute you two were walking side by side in the corridors discussing a possible deal and the next thing he knew, eyes locked for a split second when he saw the sudden struck of immense pain on your expression before falling to your knees on the carpet and spewing out…

Azul, was truly ambushed with so many unwanted emotions, his usually calculative mind didn’t know where to focus on, your pain the blood spewing out or the cruelly beautiful flowers that landed on the stained carpet.

His sharp posture diminished shaking his head before finally making a move, a childish reaction but he took out his own cleanly pressed handkerchief and offering it to you. So what if it’d get stained with your blood? He’d rather clean out stains than to see you reeling on the ground!

Once your coughing dies down the octavinelle dorm leader would debate whether to ask or comfort. On one hand he knew that being double weighted by pain and interrogation isn’t good but on the other hand- he wanted to know what the hell you’ve been going through and he wanted to know ASAP.

Look the variety of clients he’s had to deal with never had a near death situation so he wasn’t sure if this was even within his prowess- and if he can’t help you then his vast network of connections should help, it has to help it has to. That’s what he’d be telling to himself unbeknownst to him that you’ve been weakly calling out to him- a-ah yes?

“Dear..you-“ “C’mon we’ll be late..I-I think we can grab some water on the way”

In the end he opted for the former, gently helping you back up on your feet and already concucting his next course of action, he’d later find out the cruel disease...he wasn’t the one having flowers bloom in his lungs so why did his chest wince…?

...You were far too precious for him to let go of...

It was- not part of his predictions, far from within his spectrum of deductions even.

Taking you out for a hike to admire and study the natural specimens Mother Nature has to offer in the land forms near Night Raven college was supposed to be...not bloody.

As much as of a sucker the Vice dorm leader is for the unexpected. This particular instance did not please him in the slightest. He grew and went about keeping his true feelings under an eerily serene exterior, this situation wasn’t an exception.

But he had to wonder wether his forced calmness helped you or made it worse, the way your eyes met his heterochromatic gaze just- the way the pain doubled in your gaze when you saw an eerily calm ocean in his eyes was what you recieved but why does it hurt even more..why does it feel like he doesn’t care when he-

You didn’t had time to even complain about something seemingly insignificant as that- the flowers that fell from your mouth along with spurts of blood like a crimson waterfall was taking up you train of thought. You need air- oxygen was taken for granted huh...like how the calmer eel twin took you for granted.

“J-jade...don’t think much about it..” “...as you wish..”

Honestly, just like how he handles other dire situations, he’ll calmly handle you to the bare minimum- but that isnt to say he isn’t worried, because he is...more than he’d like to admit. He’s seen how cruel life can be but when it comes to you...he never actually considered it. So expect him to frequent the library more rather than taking hikes. Because just like how he handles other situations...it’s better to find the source, and when he does...

...He’ll be even more diligent, unbeknownst to you...

Under the bleachers- hey...is that- Koebi-chan did you spill some juice? Ehehe lemme grab you an extra shir-...that smell...

What’s that in your mouth? He thought you were just snacking on something with strawberry jam but that...land dwellers don’t usually eat flowers with jam now do they? Poor Floyd...denial off the bat. But his body already began to move on its own, taking long strides towards your shuddering form as he grasped your shoulders to steady you.

He gulped down whatever lump hitched in his throat only for nothing to come out, for once floyd actually took the time to observe. The other always told him he was too reckless, he never cared since it adds to the thrill but- shrimpy choking out fully bloomed floranstained crimson isn’t thrilling at all. He doesn’t like this he doesn’t think this is fun- get youre pranking him right?..right?

What would the others do- no he doesn’t have time to think like the others he’s the only one with you now- he should carry you to the infirmary ye that’s good, good job floyd just slowly carry them and- he ran faster than for any errand he’s had to do. The infirmary was his only destination. Wether others stared at his rare expression of seriousness or the writhing person in his arms. It didn’t matter, those useless guppies don’t matter.

He demanded you to be treated, without even thinking wether whatever made shrimpy like this can even be cured in the first place. How would he even know? He’d know when the staff informs him, when they inform him how they can only keep the symptoms at bay but not fully cure the illness. This pest of a decease was making his shrimpy suffer and you’re telling him no one can do anything about it? WHAT TYPE OF A DAMNED DECEASE IS THIS-

“This ain’t fair! What the hell is-“ “F..Floyd hey...it alright.”

Suffice it to say he doesn’t take the news well, this was such an annoying thing to have, all for love? Who the hell wouldn’t love shrimpy!? Shrimpy is shrimpy and they are fun! Goodness Floyd...he only calms down when the teen in the infirmary bed ushers him close with a shaky hand...

...He despises the situation...

“Hey..Mc you there?” “Y-yeah sorry just..thought someone called me for a moment...”

Kalim and Mammon aren’t safe from me either so...

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Good person Expectations | Twst Wonderland Incorrect quotes

Tw: Angst

Tag: @loveydovey-leviathan (just saw your reblog was wanting to be tagged in this)

A/n: The poll has spoken and they wanted Todd's "maybe I should stop expecting you to be a good person" quote. Sorry not sorry for the tears. Fic under the cut

Reference to the quote

Leona: *Sitting with Y/n in the empty Savanaclaw Lounge, there is an uncomfortable tension in the air.* Hey, you still upset with me.

Y/n: This isn't the first time you've done this.. *hugs a nearby pillow, sitting crisscross on one of the couches*

Leona: *looks at Y/n, and nods slowly with a regretful gaze* I know.. But I'm working on it. I swear-

Y/n: Shh, listen listen. Leona, as you know, I was hurt.. *Pauses for a moment and looks at Leona with numb, empty eyes*

Leona: *Stiffens as Y/n gazes at him* I know, and thats why I'm sorry..

Y/n: *Shrugs their shoulders and looks off at the indoor pond, ignoring Leona's appology* But then I realized that's how you are.

Leona: *Raises an eyebrow, unsure what Y/n meant.* What do you-? *Gets interrupted as Y/n continues to speak*

Y/n: *Hugs the pillow and turns his head to look at Leona once more, no emotion is held in their eyes* You know, maybe I need to stop expecting you to be a good person, so that way I won't get hurt when you're not.

Leona: *His eyes widen, mouth agape as he is unsure how to respond*

Y/n: *Stands up and grabs their bag, walking out of the dorm* I'll see you later Leona..

Leona: *Watches Y/n leaves, and once he's alone he feels tears stream down his face as he is unable to move*

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lost one's weeping

— what shall become of those who cannot handle the grief of loved ones?

tags: silver & lilia, angst, major character death

his father has been ill for some time now, and silver always make sure to stay by his side no matter what

thankfully all that's left of his college studies is his ongoing thesis, whereas he collected the samples already & can finish it without leaving his father's bedside

his father never minded if he leaves actually, if he still needs to attend classes— while silver would've chose to pause his studies to accompany his only family, of course his father will only urge him to 'not bother for this old man' and 'ill be fine, now go!'

sometimes during their lighthearted chats, father would tell him to take things easy, to take rests whenever needed

'dont push yourself too hard, dear, nobody's chasing u around!'

silver would put a thin smile at his father's remarks

but deep down silver knew. there's something looming between him and his father, and what was once used to be the two of them against the whole world, something was eyeing them ever since his father entered this ward- gaze dead-focused solely on his father, like a hunter waiting for the best time to snatch their prey. to take his father away from him.

the clock is ticking, tic, toc.

silver is racing against time, against all odds; but he'd do anything, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 to win this race

not once did he leave the very same ward his father's in since months ago, if not for grabbing lunch or running his father's errands. he wouldn't. he 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵. even as his logic tried to compromise with his mind, that all living beings will surely depart someday, he cant stand the thought of it

after all, how wld he be able to live then? how is he supposed to function with the absence of his father, when his father is all he ever knew throughout his life? the air around him, his beating heart— everything around him morphs in the form of his father

he would cease to exist if it weren't for his father. heck, even if he did survive without his figure back then, he's 100% sure his infant self would rather be eaten by the wolves in the woods if it knew his father doesn't exist

it's his love that made him alive after all, and it always will be.

so when that fateful night when laughter filled the room after malleus & sebek's visit, when all had toned down, his father asked him if he could do him a favor

silver agreed of course, altho he dislikes the tense air that had seemingly built up in the room

father proceeds with a seemingly simple, yet for silver it sounded like something too inaccomplishable for a task:

silver sat still, unable to mutter a word

looking up to his father, he was welcomed by his gleeful smile; one he had always loved, one he would see everyday during the course of his life by far. one he knew he could always return to after a long journey, something to call home; one he couldn't bear the thought of losing

a stray tear fall

silver doesn't even realize he was crying, not until his father pulled him into a hug. droplets from his eyes seeped into his father's shirt, and only in the safe haven of his father did he starts to sob uncontrollably

that night, he was basked in his father's embrace once again- with pats and soft hums adorned his hair

he cried and cried and cried— until no more tears are able to fall

he sobs and sobs and sobs— until his throat runs dry and not a single voice escaped his mouth

he wail and wail and wail— yet no matter how hard he weeps, none of his sadness seemed to ease

the room was silent if not for silver's cries, and though his beloved son did not mutter a single word, he understood all the same

it's his son after all, and no matter how he would've loved to be with him forever, he had lived long enough for the curtain call

little did silver knew that it's not only him that is aware of its presence, of death lurking in the depths

lilia knew it all too well, all those times he spent at the battlefield wasn't all for naught

though he is, in all truthness, is practically amazed at how vastly different their meetings now

he used pester on how much time he should spent in this desolate world, why didnt it take him already, even begging it during meleanor's passing:

'take me with you. please.'

but now? oh, how time has changed.

how he tried to compromise with death for more time, at least until his beloved son's graduation, or even longer. a single second of time spent with his son is worth more than anything he had sacrificed all these years

yet death is but just to all kinds of beings. no compromises. no deal could be made, no pact could be signed. the time had been decided before ages even existed, and death had been anything but ruthless to ensure it intact

people view death as malevolent, but it's this unyielding nature that keeps the world in order

it's past midnight, and his son had long fell asleep. he's probably too tired from all those crying, lilia thought to himself, whilst still caressing his hair

determined, he decides to acknowledge the other being in the room; might as well chat for a bit before he departs

'we meet again! finally you came for me'

'.......'

'although this time i dont need to beg you to take me'

'.....that child'

'oh, you mean my child?'

'......he wouldnt be able to function without you.'

lilia stood still. a motionless glance as he gazed upon his son, he opens his mouth, voice barely above a whisper

'what do you see, dear reaper?'

a deafening silence ensues

‘even so'

lilia spoke calmly, breaking the silence

'i knew you would be as just to my beloved son, as you do to any other beings. wouldnt you lord reaper?'

'.......'

'he was a good son. and always will be'

'no matter how deep the wound of grievances are, im sure he'll find purpose. even if it's not always in the lightful manner, for he is blessed by the blessing of the night'

'but he will. survive. and when the time comes, we'll finally be able to spend another eternity together again'

a step closer. as lilia saw the forlorn blade of woe emerges beneath the reaper's surface, he hugs his son tighter into his embrace, murmuring a gentle promise with his warmest of smile

'may we meet again, under a lovelier dawn'

thus, the sky was cleared of its fog, along with a piece of life in it

you were many, many things

both the goods and bads. the once and not. you were a lot of things, yet nothing at the same time. you were mine. you are gone. you knew the depths of me. you know nothing of me. you were all i needed. you are all i ask. in this fraction of kindness you sprinkled, i yearn. i wished to be yours once again. to lie in your arms. to embrace your warmest hugs. basking in your sunshine beneath the stars. tainted in your kiss beneath the scars. to hold you close so i won't lose you ever again. to write another chapter with you. you. you. it's always you and never once me. 

i'm sorry for loving you, my little dove 

general's dissection

the one time a famed general wishes to lose, only to emerge victorious warning: disturbing themes, implied suicidal ideation, angst. unrequited lilinor, implied levan x meleanor wc 343, further details on the tags inspired by this song!

i. hunted by many, a single prey escapes

come forth, engage in this game of ‘General’s Dissection’

humans and fae alike may partake

hunting down the general’s head

for he had fallen victim to deceit

castle ground rejects both ashes and bone

as the air grew colder and colder

away from the night’s blessing, I stood

in a path to nowhere

every road I took strayed me further 

unwelcomed even by the gates of death

carrying the seed of your love, I wept

on journeys of no return, I yearn

ii. haunted by the shadow of your love

in the long nights, I dreamt of you

falling in love with someone else

saliva intertwining with what’s not mine

please wake me, please return to my embrace

set me free from this anguish

say, don’t you want to dissect

a general’s heart?

come, join and play this game

you always love carrying out mischief

with that smug grin adoring your silly face

a beating heart would make a fun trinket,

don’t you think?

come back to me and i’ll make you win

exchanging victory with every last piece

of love you’ve left behind

something i could never comprehend,

a grave misconception on your part

as I am a weapon for you to wield, not a warden!

iii. hope, a form of nonexistent luxury

ah

for once i wished to lose 

a being incapable of affection

because if not, why else 

would you escape from my grasp?

how i wished soul could be used as a currency

all i need is an hour, a splitting second

spare me a fragment of your existence

change the trajectory of one's life,

just like how you did way back

surely this kingdom would be better off without that lowly bat fae,

would it not?

bask the land anew with your magnificence

envelop the dusk with your finesse once more

certainly, people of the night shall rejoice 

concerns and doubt looms no longer

as happiness blooms beyond briars and thorns

please come back to me, My Lady.