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Sickfic ideas twst version

(OK I'm back but I don't feel so good rn so have these thoughts)

Ok so mc catches a twst world sickness, those who were born in twst have a cure like the common flu/cold medicine, but it doesn't work on reader.

* the reader/mc starts off feeling sickish(sore throat, sniffles ect)

*these symptoms continue and/or gets worse as the days go by.

*eventually the mc can't put up with it or pushes themselves past their limits and passes out with a really high fever.

*the twst boys find out what the mc did and what they have(the twst sickness) and think that the remedy and some rest will put them back on their feet. But they still help them in any way they can.

* the mc however gets worse, their fever hasn't broken yet, it will lower then spike rapidly and they don't stay awake for long. They out slept leona at this point.

*eventually someone figures that because the mc isn't from their world the remedy won't work or at least isn't as effective. So they have to come up with a way to cure the mc or convince the head master to take them to a hospital or something similar.

*at some point the mc starts to get better and the twst boys are relieved, they help the mc with their homework that needs to be completed, or tutoring them in any materials they need help with.

What if the mc overblots & how.

Ok what if the mc is like a sponge and absorbs the blot magic every time their exposed to it. Like in ch1 when riddle used his unique magic on every one and the mc just absorbed a little magic. It increases as time goes on, and depending on how ch7 ends they just brake.

They can't stand the thought of leaving and running the risk that could forget all about twisted wonderland and all their friends and the adventures they had(they might think it was a dream) they can't leave them. And at first it starts off like an emotional scene where their talking to the people who they spend most of their time with in twst, and then chaos hits the fan. The mc overblots whether it some body horror/a semi regular overblot, the dorm leaders and dorm mates rally together to bring back the mc to their senses and help them like they helped them.

If the game continues after ch7 which I think it will hopefully, they can send the mc home but have it so that they either visit or view the twst boys throw a mirror or something.

Something I noticed in twst:

Leona isn't saying what he's supposed to. In the jp severs his main motivation for trying to win in spelldrive(magical shift) competition is to prove that he's better than his older brother. In the English release it gives him reason is to prove that he's just better, better who?

Idk, in book 6 when he and jamil are having a conversation he tries to give a peptalk by saying that he can still be a strong mage if he wants. I can't really explain how it much the context is changed to his character but I do have a link.

Who would win in a fight: (Jp severs spoilers)

Ob Malleus vs the Council

So in the last update for book 7 malleus sees that lilia was the one who hatched him not his grandmother. The council chooses to lie to him and the rest of the fae people, malleus seeing these memories is justifiably upset with the council and makes the remark of " making them pay" or something like that.

Now realistic speaking, if he put lilia and the others back to their dreams would he leave to go home and pick a fight with the council?

And if he did what would the end result be like at the end, would the council be disbanded would malleus have the chance to call lilia his father or something similar, could he call silver and sebek his brother's?! I NEED TO KNOW!!!!!!

I wanted to elaborate on the seamoon cures.

As mention in the last post i did on this. In the mc/yuus world has a story about the sea and moon's forbidden love. And in their world this story is very popular, and used in every movie,book, show, ect. It's mostly superstition, and only a few believe in the the story. Those who do see it like the zodiac signs. If a person was born during a day the sea was more active their associated with the sea or if the moon was full or eclipsing or anything there associated with the moon and so on.

Anyways, The yuu would like to believe that the moon and sea found a way to see each other and be with each other. The yuu is a helpless romantic, so to their surprise the person who they like so happens to reciprocate their feelings and agree to date. Until they have to go home, mc promises to find a way to visit them when they leave. Unfortunately nothing comes up the mirror can't make a portal back to twisted wonderland for some reason they can't. They tried using their worlds version of magic and rituals and nothing, nothing worked, their partner hasn't contacted them.

Their partner has been trying to contact them but the magic mirror isn't complying, until they figure out that twisted wonderland works under different natural rules and those who brake will be punished. Something yuu didn't know.

Before the yuu left their partner gifted them a magical gift(really anything a flower, gem, trinkets, ect), so the yuu makes the ultimate sacrifice. They use the gift their partner gave them to go to twisted wonderland, and they make it.

Only to wind up frozen in place where ever they found themselves in(the school or the dormitories,ect) when their partner finds out what happened they obviously wants to help them and free them, but are stopped or unable to break the spell. The reason why yuu was cursed the first time was because someone summoned them here, she forced the magic mirror to bring them back and the world's rules and punished for their crime. Who knows mabey someday the curse will lift.

A bit late but what if twst mc had their heart broken on their homeworld and doesn't believe someone can love them.

So in a nutshell mc had bit of crush on someone in their homeworld but when they confessed they rejected them rather harshly. So skip to when they get transported to twst they make friends with ace and duce and go on crazy adventures. They also befriend the other dorm leaders/dorm mates and get really close to them. The twst boy of your choosing ends up developing feeling towards the mc, and wants to confesses to them. Eventually they get the mc alone and confesses to them their feeling.

The mc is quite at first, before they start laughing kinda awkwardly and say it isn't funny to say stuff like that, and warning them that they can hurt someone like that. Confused, they explain they aren't joking about their feelings and wouldn't hurt anyone like that. They ask the mc if someone hurt them that way before and the mc says yes.

Quite upset at that response they tell the mc that their feelings are true and they really do care about them, if the character had overbloted they apologize for the misdeeds they comited agents them and tells the mc that their feelings towards them are real and hope that they feel the same way.

It up to you if you'd reciprocate their feelings.

I have a specific head canon for an adult jack disgin.

Ok so I have this specific hc for Jack Howl and how he'd look by the time he graduates/by his 30s. So I feel like he'd grow a bit of stubble, it's not so noticeable(unless your rook) and just leaves it like that till he or someone else points its out. I feel like he's not sure if he would shave it off or leave it on manly because of nrc's policy on that stuff for students.

But assuming he's graduated from nrc and living on his own then yeah, he would have a small beard. Not a full beard like half a beard.

Writing prompts, October edition ✨

Cw: mentions of imprisonment, gn reader, mentions of bruising (not described, just said), Leona actually taking a shower for once in his life

2. First date+Delusional… ft. Leona Kingscholar

Today was the big day, one he has looked forward to far too long for someone of his “great importance”, as he’d say. You could never really tell just what your relationship with the head of Savanaclaw was, but he couldn’t share those questioning thoughts with you.

After all, what is there to be confused of when you’ve already accepted his proposal eons ago? It matters not that you don’t remember—he’s got a rather good memory, enough for the two of you—because how can such a weak human ever be able to survive in this foreign world without their loyal beastman? Oh, what would you ever do without him…

Leona had been touchy these past few days, and you weren’t sure what to make of it. Not only was he nuzzling his nose into your neck more often, all his touches were softer, more intentional than his usual, lazily wandering hands on your shoulders before he’d pass out with you in his arms. He’d sit you down for hours, picking away at your hair, the rough texture of his tongue momentarily touching the side of your head before he stopped himself, much like how you’ve seen cats do to themselves—he was grooming you. For what, you would soon find out. It’s not like he’d let you out, anyway.

“Redacted.” He had an almost dazed smile adorning his face, the sight of his canines sending chills throughout your body. He could really do some damage with those if he wanted, huh? He held your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, pulling you up from the bed you’ve taken to calling your room

He kept your hand in his, using his other to fish out a key from his back pocket, carefully unlocking the shackles that confined you to the side of his bedroom, dropping them with a thud. He didn’t speak, instead, rubbing circles on your bruised wrists and littering them with kisses, making eye contact momentarily to see your shocked face. Why was he acting so strangely? It was just like that time, the day you obviously laid with him in the botanical gardens after a long day of classes. The day your life took an even more drastic turn than arriving in this god forsaken school in a coffin did.

He took his time, letting you adjust to walking after not getting up for however long you’ve been there, it was kind of hard to keep track of time when you’re in the same situation each and every day. After a few more twists and turns behind the waterfall and into a room no one knew existed other than Leona himself, you arrived. There was a small, circular table, draped with a simple but fitting white cloth, a tall vase with a single red rose nestle in it perfectly, two gold-lined plates and cutlery seated neatly on either side, and beautifully crafted mahogany chairs. The most defining features, however, were two bags, each placed on either chair, and one had your name printed out nicely on a tag. He took both bags, ushering you to a more secluded part of the space you were in, gently telling you to get changed before leaving to change as well.

It’s not like you had a choice, so you opened the bag, revealing something straight out of a fairytale—or, Twisted Wonderland. All white, little bits and bobs with gold accents and shoes that complemented them, tailored to fit you perfectly.

The feeling of soft silk on your skin and the way it rested on your tattered body was quite ironic, waiting for Leona to come and explain what in the Sevens you were here for anyway? And there he was, Leona Kingscholar, dressed in a sticking black suit, bangs pushed back, his hair more voluptuous as he curtsied before you, offering you his hand, his intense eyes giving you no room to decline.

He walked you to the table, and being the gentleman he apparently was, pulled your chair back for you to sit before he did, the cheekiest of smirks on his lips as he stared at them with… love? Adoration? Surely, he wasn’t… he didn’t lock you away in his room for such a reason… right?

“Today is the day, love” he starts, the first time you’ve ever seen him even the slightest bit of embarrassed “My family finally approved of you, they’re on board with our marriage, now”

Marriage? When had he ever proposed? When did you say yes?

“I…” your voice was hoarse from not speaking all this time “Why are we… getting married?”

His eyes reflected hurt, if only for a moment, bouncing back to a colder expression, a low sound coming from him, though you couldn’t tell is it was a growl or not

“Because I proposed, and you agreed” he caressed your jawline, tracing the shape of your face “What could a human possibly do?”

…oh.

Boy, go back to your Waka-sama fanboy closet💀

october writing prompt #8 - stalking + cooking

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character: sebek zigvolt, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, stalking, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Sebek felt downright shameful, watching you with a flushed face and a shake in his hands, peeking through a window like a creep.

He feels so bad about it, crossing his arms and making himself small while checking his surroundings seemingly every other moment, but he couldn't stop.

How was he supposed to, truly, when you were there?

You weren't doing anything special, really, just cooking dinner for you and your cat-monster. But Gods above and below (including the Young Master, of course), he couldn't handle it. How could one measly little human bring him to his knees like this?

He still couldn't figure it out, but watching you while worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, he couldn't find it within himself to care.

You should be his already, but he was too... he hated to say it, but shy, to come out and confess that he liked you yet. You'd say yes, of course, but that wasn't what concerned him.

What concerned him was how people would talk, how people would perceive him - especially the opinions of those he held dear. The Young Master, of course, but there was others - Master Lillia, even Silver. Those in his dorm (and those not) knew of how boldly he claimed his distaste for humans. You in particular.

Maybe that was why he was so enamored with you now, going as far as to practically stalk you as you were none the wiser, instead humming a cheery little tune as you cooked.

Both because of the practically forbidden nature, even if only by his own constraints, but also because of how utterly in need of protection you were.

How could he rest easy at night, knowing that anyone could be out here watching you like this, some with... impure intentions. Not that he had them, not at all, but the fact that someone could, theoretically, made him boil with anger.

You were his human, his to watch and care for and protect. No one else should be able to lay their eyes on you!

By the time you're in bed, he's so wound up by his own thoughts that he even goes about checking the locks, swearing and surely not being as stealthy as he thought he was - not that it mattered to him at the moment.

Surely, you'd understand if you caught him, wouldn't you?

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I read the title and already knew this ginger aang wannabe was gonna be capping

october writing prompt #17 - hanging out

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character: ace trappola, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, aggressive ace, implied murder plotting, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Hanging out with Ace was something you did often - you two and Deuce were often seen as inseparable, but honestly you couldn't say you were all that close with the navy haired male.

You weren't sure whether he didn't like you, or maybe the friendly rivalry between the two Heartslabyul first years just wasn't as friendly as most people thought. Whatever the reason, you'd be an idiot if you didn't notice how Deuce seemed to be avoiding you lately.

It was... honestly starting to make you a little sad. You quite liked him, but it seemed like it wasn't reciprocated.

Bringing that up now, while casually lounging in Ramshackle with Ace, you couldn't help but notice how the red head's face twisted with confusion and maybe even a hint of frustration.

"Whaddya doin', always bringin' him up?" His words slightly slurred with his harsh tone, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. "He ain't worth any of your time, you know. You got all you need with me here with you, don't you?"

Even explaining that you missed him, and that you didn't understand why your trio drifted to a duo in the first place didn't seem to help.

"What? Who cares, it's not any of our business why he decided to stop hangin' around." Ace scoffed, shaking his head and roughly grabbing your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye and see his unconcealed irritation. "Ya like him or somethin'?"

There's nowhere to hide how you tremble a little at the eye contact, quickly diverting your gaze and willing yourself not to blush at the question.

It doesn't seem to work.

The red head sneers, finding your silence as just as much of an answer, letting you go and standing up with obvious anger. You tried to protest, deny the accusation and smooth things over, but it was too late. Ace wasn't stupid.

His rough exterior only emerges further when he grabs you by the arm, looking at you with a crazed glint in his eyes. "Seriously? I do everything for you and you fall for him?"

"What's he have that I don't, huh? I saw ya first, you're supposed to be mine! I'm the one that's been here for you, haven't I?" He sees the fear on your expression and clicks his tongue in frustration, unruly in the way that he pulls you flush against him, grip unrelenting and giving you nowhere to go.

He's too blinded by his rage to notice the way you flinched and how you shook in his hold, fearful of his sudden aggressive behavior, having no choice but to be forced into his warped version of a hug.

"Tch... just you wait, I'll get rid of him, he won't be an issue anymore. Without anything in the way, ya don't got any choice but to love me. Just like how I love you~"

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DEUEGWIAGAJVSKSUAGAJAGSR

october writing prompt #20 - kiss + flowers

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character: deuce spade, twisted wonderland

contains: fluff, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Okay, so maybe Deuce couldn't say that he was the best when it came to showing his appreciation for you. He tried though, he really did.

It had seemed like a good idea to get flowers for you - it's what everyone did in the movies, wasn't it? But standing on the doorstep to Ramshackle now, he wasn't quite sure. What if you didn't like them? What if you were allergic?

He wasn't able to get the chance to back out, though, when the door had suddenly swung open and you were right there. Able to see his obvious embarrassment even as he tried to hide the flowers behind his back like they wouldn't stick out.

After a moment of awkward silence, and avoiding your gaze, you broke the silence and giggled.

That was all it took for him to turn red and start rambling about how it wasn't what it looked like, how he was just about to leave, how the whole thing had been a stupid idea - anything to excuse himself.

You dragged him in before he could say anything else, all smiles as you wrapped your arms around him. "This is so cute! I love these - how did you know?"

"Well- uh, I didn't, but I thought maybe? But then I wasn't sure if you'd like them and, um..." Deuce trails off from there, getting wrapped up in hugging you and letting himself finally relax a bit. "...I'm glad you like them."

You hum your agreement, and before he can say anything else, he's getting a kiss on the cheek and tensing up all over again as his face burned.

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How in the world did I fell even more in love with both of them with just one(1) drabble 💀🤭

Summary: "We were at war and yet here you are sipping tea.”

The Knight and General clashed weaspons.

Neither wanted to back down.

This battle would determine the outcome of war.

“You asshole! It’s your people who invaded our lands.”

The General of the Right of Briar Valley shouted, the Knight of Dawn grunted against the force.

“I know! I wish for a world where fae and humans get along. I do not have the power to make it so!”

“You coward! You could! If you grew a spine!”

Fae and Human locked in battle, unaware of their surroundings.

“I can’t! I have people I have to protect!”

“So do I! But you don’t see me fall under the heel of a greedy asshole, do you!”

So entranced were the two in combat, they failed to hear the rattling of a carriage and the hooves of horses.

“You-”

By the time they noticed, it was too late.

The ominous carriage stood before them, stopping the battle.

The Knight and General are shocked.

“What the fu-”

The horse neighed. One would think it was smirking, before the carriage’s door opened and sucked the two in.

Humans and Faes alike watch in stunned silence as their leaders were stolen away.

“What do you mean we have to attend school?!”

The Chairman of NRC look at the two in front of him. He seemed rather used to this disruptive behavior.

“Exactly that. The carriage has picked you two up and now you have no choice but to attend.”

Lilia held himself back from throttling the person in front of him, before gesturing to the knight right next to him.

“I get why it chose me. But why him!”

“The Enbony Carriage is never wrong. Everyone who has been chosen has always had a place at NRC.”

Lilia whirled to the man right next to him, only to be surprised at the calculative look in his eyes.

The Knight of Dawn turned towards him; the smile he gave shocked Lilia.

“Do you think they’ll stop the war if their main commanders are missing?”

You’re kidding-

“You seem to be taking this hard.”

The Knight of Dawn picked up his cup as he glanced across the table.

His enemy, now turned classmate, huffed at him in irritation.

“You’re taking it too easy. We were at war and yet here you are sipping tea.”

“I think of it as a vacation.”

Lilia snorted in response.

“Besides, you told me yourself to make my own choice. This is my answer.”

“Your answer is running away?”

“No, strategically missing.”

The Knight of Dawn sharply looked at Lilia Vanrouge, “Tell me. Do you believe my people stand a chance without me? Without me leading, they have no choice but to retreat and pause this war.”

He was not wrong. Lilia knew this.

Without their strongest warrior, they would be nothing. He could see how such a move would be in all their favor. It just irked him to see the knight calmly sipping tea…in the same dorm.

“I can’t believe that stupid relic put you in Diasomnia.”

The clank of cup meeting plate was the only sound in the lounge for a while.

“…maybe this was the answer to my prayers. A sign that it is possible for our kind to get along.”

Lilia couldn’t deny that nor could he deny the knight’s placement in Diasomnia. For all his gripes, the Knight of Dawn had all the qualities of those under the Thorn Fairy.

“A vacation huh? Sounds nice. I can get away from the menaces at home.”

Lilia picked up his cooled tea, almost dropping it at the words that came out of the human’s mouth next.

“Yes. I can stay away from that brat. Let’s see him try to wage his war without me.”

The gleam in his eyes accompanied by the slight smirk stunned Lilia briefly.

Hmm. Maybe the Knight of Dawn did belong at NRC...and Diasomnia.

Lilia drank his tea, school didn’t sound so bad after all.

This was influenced by this art. I couldn’t help but think “What would happen if the carriage kidnapped them? What if they were forced to be students? What then?”

And this was the result 🤣💞🌺

I also love to give the knight these glimpses of the deviousness and straightforwardness we see in Silver.

The Knight might be forced to follow Henrik, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have thoughts about it. 😂💞🔥

I had a lot of fun writing this one 💞🌺💙🌻

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🫡💞

reflection in the water

genre: carla angst, childhood reflections

notes: written in he/him pronouns to not confuse anyone- this is like a week old

his soft fingers outlined the spiral design, his eyes could be mistaken for a mirror with how clear and wide they were.

like a still puddle, the reflection is as still as you make it.

silence pools the atmosphere

silent like the day they shared together after he was captured.

after he was rightfully taken away from him.

it was rightful. there were perfect reasons for why.

so why is he still here? looking at the same thing with that same gaze.

the shell scratches his fingertips with questions and hatred

his finger itches with uncertainty as he can't speak a word, like the words only spiraled and watered down further down into his stomach.

sitting like a still puddle in his gut.

the water is too dirty and the sky is too dark.

there is no reflection.

notes: hehe like it? can you guess the meaning? listened to christmas kids while writing

reflection in the water

genre: carla angst, childhood reflections

notes: written in he/him pronouns to not confuse anyone- this is like a week old

his soft fingers outlined the spiral design, his eyes could be mistaken for a mirror with how clear and wide they were.

like a still puddle, the reflection is as still as you make it.

silence pools the atmosphere

silent like the day they shared together after he was captured.

after he was rightfully taken away from him.

it was rightful. there were perfect reasons for why.

so why is he still here? looking at the same thing with that same gaze.

the shell scratches his fingertips with questions and hatred

his finger itches with uncertainty as he can't speak a word, like the words only spiraled and watered down further down into his stomach.

sitting like a still puddle in his gut.

the water is too dirty and the sky is too dark.

there is no reflection.

notes: hehe like it? can you guess the meaning? listened to christmas kids while writing

Prison is a state of mind

Notes: I wrote this rushed and not thinking, i was gonna write a rant abt a post i saw and it was gonna be centered around scarabia or smth

♾️ begin ♾️

all of them, disgusting and guilty.

you don’t need to be bloody to be dead.

it's so sickening, living in a dungeon but everyone else isn’t like you.

you’re the inmate, not them.

Fuck them all.

was it cause i’m younger? Do they look down on me? They say they dont but this whole hell hole is filled to the brim with liars.

none of them care about me, they all want to drain me of my life.

why else would the blot trace their angry faces.

why else would they hit me with a baseball bat?

throw dirt and sand into my eyes?

drown me in the dark ocean?

throw me across the land?

poison and taint my skin and veins?

Restrict and cage me?

take my own mind away from me?

and labor me like i was nothing more important than a footnote in a large encyclopedia?

theyre all older, they should read the entire thing, why do i have to keep slipping them notes?

i don’t want them gone, rather I want to see them suffer in my prison.

Embracing that edgy teen rn

Prison is a state of mind

Notes: I wrote this rushed and not thinking, i was gonna write a rant abt a post i saw and it was gonna be centered around scarabia or smth

♾️ begin ♾️

all of them, disgusting and guilty.

you don’t need to be bloody to be dead.

it's so sickening, living in a dungeon but everyone else isn’t like you.

you’re the inmate, not them.

Fuck them all.

was it cause i’m younger? Do they look down on me? They say they dont but this whole hell hole is filled to the brim with liars.

none of them care about me, they all want to drain me of my life.

why else would the blot trace their angry faces.

why else would they hit me with a baseball bat?

throw dirt and sand into my eyes?

drown me in the dark ocean?

throw me across the land?

poison and taint my skin and veins?

Restrict and cage me?

take my own mind away from me?

and labor me like i was nothing more important than a footnote in a large encyclopedia?

theyre all older, they should read the entire thing, why do i have to keep slipping them notes?

i don’t want them gone, rather I want to see them suffer in my prison.

Embracing that edgy teen rn