#♢the scribe♢

[pandoa]

it's the little things: II

the little things they do for you

~feat. octavinelle~ ~twisted wonderland characters x gender neutral reader~

~headcanons~ part 1│part 2│part 3

first part came out in september and i'm happy to come back to this lil collection~ enjoy!

floyd leech carries you like a potato sack everywhere you go. princess carrying? cute little piggy back rides? never heard of it! floyd only knows the potato sack carry, and the potato sack carry you will get. you could be taller or smaller than the mischievous eel, but he won’t care. he’ll lift you up with ease and a grimacing smile on his face as he giggles at the surprised look on your own. he’ll even run up to you at the most random of times where you’d least expect it, scoop you up into his shoulders, and run off to seven’s know where as your friends stare and deadpan at the way floyd seemed to carelessly glide through the halls with you objecting in the distance. 

"SHRIMMMMMMMPYYYYYYYYYYY~!!"

"Hang on tight, hehe, I'm taking you with me~!"

"Where? Oh, I don't know. I was just in the mood for running somewhere not here."

"And you're coming along!"

"Well, not like you had any choice, anyway. The way you're just dangling over my shoulder is making me kinda ticklish, haha~"

"Say... Even if I didn't scoop you up just now, you'd still come with me right?"

jade leech purposefully places things you commonly use on higher shelves just to make you call out to him for help. it’s not that he enjoys seeing you helplessly struggle. he just simply likes assisting you out of the graciousness of his own heart~ 

actually, who is he kidding, that notion was completely false. jade finds it quite endearing whenever he sees you, at first, unsuccessfully attempting to reach for a stray book or can of tuna that was placed a little too high for your taste. seeing your face twist in frustration as you rose up onto your toes and called his name made him chuckle at the strange adorableness of it all, so he began to put things around both your dorm and his a few shelves higher than usual just so that you’d give him that same pout of yours and ask for help. you haven’t caught on to him yet, so what was the harm? just don’t be too mad at him once you find out~

"Hm? What is it, Prefect?"

"You need... help reaching for that alchemy book on the highest shelf? Now, how did it get there, I wonder...?"

"Oh, don't give me that face... I am quite innocent here."

"Just stand back, (Y/n)."

"It will always be a joy for me to assist you."

azul ashengrotto adds your favorite foods to mostro lounge’s menu without you noticing. it could be the most robust food twisted wonderland has seen—or even the most simple one—yet azul will be caught shamelessly editing mostro lounge’s menu just to accommodate your taste buds. he says it’s to “add variety” to benefit business, but in reality he hopes that you’d pay the bustling restaurant of his a visit or two if he added a few pastries you’d like to eat. it’s not bribery if you don’t notice, yes?

"Oh! Prefect! Lovely to see you here today."

"Would you like to order something from our menu? Perhaps there'll be something you like."

"There are many drinks, some small pastries, a few appetizers... Hm? What is it?"

"Oh, that? My, that dish has always been here, (Y/n). Maybe your eyes haven't caught them yet, is all."

"I think I'd know my own menu, dear Prefect. Now..."

"Is that all you would like to order?"

a/n: imagining mostro lounge as a host club iM SORRY-

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech #jade leech #jade leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #♢the scribe♢

[diffractal]

tag dump.

#( visage / aesthetic )╰ ♢ : sometimes being correct means nothing at all. #( musings / isms )╰ ♢ : truth serves no master. #( prompt )╰ ♢ : until you complete this task / you don't have question privileges. #( headcanon )╰ ♢ : a process of elimination! #( answered )╰ ♢ : earnest thanks should be given thrice / so... one more time please. #( thread )╰ ♢ : the scribe's work is simple. #( dash comm )╰ ♢ : it's a little early for me. #( dash game )╰ ♢ : curses / there's sand in my shoes. #( ship tag )╰ ♢ : [ . . . ] hold onto from beginning to end. #( out of character )╰ ♢ : don't let any of it roll away now. #( verse. i )╰ ♢ : main. #( verse. ii )╰ ♢ : ancient sands. #( verse. iii )╰ ♢ : akademiya years. #( crack )╰ ♢ : see ya. #tag dump

[asherheed]

alhaitham ♢ the scribe

“only the best are humble.”

#alhaitham #genshin impact #genshin impact gifs #gifset #gif #edit #bro is majestic #al haitham #genshinet #genshinedit #gamingedit #gaming #ashe.edits #genshinimpact #genshinimpactedit

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @nazorneku​ asked:  📓  @  al-haitham

encounter my muse in a scenrio 📓 → reading out a sample of a book they’re reading

  “ Exposure to whole-body vibration, better known as WBV, by heavy machinery causes a distribution of motions and forces within the human body. To complicate matters, the transmission of vibration to the body is also dependent on body posture. To date there has been little attempt to accurately reflect many of the typical postures and vibration environments experienced by the human body or the trauma that such vibrations may pose to the human body. The machines with the greatest vibration emission were generally those that spent most of their time tracking. The worst machine for vibration exposure was a challenger 85D tracked tractor towing a 'hex' attachment. Operators of this machine would exceed the Teyvat Physical Agents Exposure Limit Value in about 2.5 hours. “

   A resounding THUD filled the air as Dottore snapped the book shut abruptly, casting it aside with disinterest. The AKADEMIYA might not know, but Dottore did. Though he was under no pretense of wanting to share that information.  “  It seems the Akademiya has taken a more ACCEPTING stance towards inquiries with machinery these days. Although i somehow imagine there’s still great restrictions to it. Always such a hassle.  “

   Dottore’s speaks calmly, although there’s a note of DISDAIN beneath the calm as he glances around. Oh he LOATHED these halls, albeit they were not the same ones he has once walked. But was that any surprise? It’d been over four hundred years by now since he’d roamed this area under a DIFFERENT name, things were expected to change. It’d be pathetic if they hadn’t, even if he’d already LONG left the school in his dust when it came to his knowledge. Although he supposed SOME things never changed. Like the fact this place was filled to the brim with hypocrites and cowards, unwilling to truly do what was necessary for the sake of learning.

   “  But I don’t imagine you care much for a reading lesson, now do you?  “  His masked visage finally properly turned to look towards the Scribe, head tilted to one side ever so slightly. 

#nazorneku #yes i went and found a whole phd pdf for this #and only changed EU for Teyvat #it feels like something dottore would read HJDFG #and probably judge for being a lame book but shh #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse )

[flamesilver-anon]

((ooc: fuck it, here’s the list, haven’t updated it in a while

Main Canons -trashfoundation (Trashfoundation!) -lolfoundation-suggestions (Lolfoundation) -botchaos-tuppers (Bot Chaos Canon) -multitale-dreemurrs (Undertale Crossover) -sanctuary-of-ended-canons (Keeper)

GOIs -thescpharmonycult (♤♡♢♧) -harmonious-traitor (☻) -harmony-rebels (ᴥ, ψ, ⚘, ⌕, ⌱, ☿, ☍, ⎔, ⛼) -little-octo-harmony-rebel (ᴥ) -harmonycultscarab (#) -scplambanon (🐑) -limelight-tenacity  (Taylor / ⫚) -integral-around-point (Leah / ⨕) -chipotlecultscp (🕴,🧑‍🔬,🥳,🧍‍♀️,👩🏿‍🦰) -pastacult (Rav) -anti-anomaly-measures (AAM) -scp-the-order-of-time (Mortis, Umbra, Invicta, Caedes)

Trashfoundation Staff -edmalloyscp (Ed) -researchercoffee (☕️) -researcherrose (🌹) -researcherpines (Pines) -a-private-votum (Analise) -scp-medical-staff (Dr. Countdown, Syringe, Cast, Ward, Ray, ???) -faceless-ones-scp (Blackbox, Maple, Hart)

Reoccuring Anons -smiley-anonymous (Smiley / =) ) -peachy-anon (Peachy / 🍑 and Nashari) -jaylin-enbie-doll (Jaylin. Not an anon but here for easy grouping.) -greenie-text (Greenie) -flamethrower-anon (♨️ and Sofrita) -eldritchcow-ncoction (🥛, anon status dubious.) -wwwdotanonymous ( ₩ ) -just-a-rat-anon (Ratnon) -ominous-poet-anon (Poet Anon) -cuspidwanderer7 (Teeth Anon / 🦷)

Godsonas -ms-communication-hub (M) -themeltingwaxgod (Wax /☲) -the-valient-scribe (Scribe / ¤)

Other -trash999 (SCP 999) -scp-wiggles (Wiggles) -crypto-crypt-cryptid (Crypto) -the-seventh-floor-not-crawlspace (Seven) -nesparia-witch-of-the-mind (Nesparia, Etherea) -cotards-solution-an (Zoe) -annihilation-extermination (Annihilate) -areyouthereareyouthere (AreYouThere Radio) Non Roleplay Blogs -projectionists-child2007 (PeachyMun's Mod Blog) -aesthetesting (Plot-Irrelevant Aesthetic Blog) -non-canon-to-tf-pm (Noncanon Roleplay Blog) -out-of-context-tf-au-rp-server (Out of Context Quotes from a Trashfoundation AU)

Inactive or Deleted Blogs -thecookieanon (Areli, Elijah) -wellorderedanomalies (Keegan) -flxwerchxss (Ω) -lovesthecure (Lovet / Œ) (Note: This blog is technically active, but is not affiliated with or connected to Trashfoundation anymore.) -drcyrek-ask (Cyrek) -craftinglightitself (Lightcraft / Æ) -angels-thes1s (Florin / :-] ) -thecanonarchiver (Araquile)  (Note: This blog is also technically active, but is not affiliated with or connected to Trashfoundation anymore.) -trashfoundation-recap (Trashfoundation Recap, Cirian)

#ooc #the list

[pandoa]

smile with me!!

where they see you, who is never one to show much emotion, smile for the first time

~feat. cater diamond, azul ashengrotto, rook hunt, and lilia vanrouge~ twisted wonderland x gender neutral reader

~headcanons~

a lot of you guys chose this in the poll i posted earlier, so here it is~ i chose which characters to include btw- have fun lolol

cater diamond sees you smile for the first time when he is mindlessly taking candid photos of the both of you together. it happens when you're looking at the adorable plushies featured at a themed café that had just opened up within the isle of sages. cater had wanted to visit it "for the aesthetics" and decided to bring you along simply for the fun of it. although he would never expect the surprise he felt when he saw a bright smile form on your charming face as he spam-clicked the camera button on his phone, taking random candids of the two of you as your eyes seemed to light up at the small, little plushies that came hugging the straws of your drinks. at first, the young man couldn't believe his eyes; you weren't exactly the type to reveal much emotion, let alone actually smile. but as a light giggle escaped your mouth as you took your own pictures of the soft stuffed animals, cater had realized how lucky—and special—he was for you to be comfortable enough to show your real emotions around him.

"Prefect! Oh my Sevens!"

"Look at these tiny plushies that come with our drinks! They look so so. . . cute?"

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing. The pictures I just took of us came out adorably~"

"Of course I already took photos! You never know when one pic can be the photo that's Magicam-perfect. But don't worry; I won't be posting these on Magicam."

"Why? Because they're too special to showcase to the internet, silly~ Oh yeah! And (Y/n), before I forget—"

"You have a precious smile~"

azul ashengrotto sees you smile when you let out a dazed sigh of satisfaction while performing for an audience at mostro lounge. it was an odd time for you to smile, actually. given the debt you were in with his business, azul was sure you would be anything but happy at the damages your little cat familiar had caused—which was why you were there now, performing in front of an audience full of students to make up for the debt you and grim were inevitably in. although, since it was your final performance for the week, the man supposed a little relief on your part was granted. he just didn't think he'd finally see a wide grin from your usually blank face shine and fill the room as the lounge's spotlight continued to glimmer above you. crowds of applause played throughout the room, whistling of some audience members sang in admiration, and you bowed, satisfied with your final performance. azul had even caught the chatter of some students sitting near him gushing over your radiance on the lounge's makeshift stage. but he had to admit... he, too, felt something small tug within his heart the moment you displayed a smile that could catch the attention of anyone around you. it was strange, but he would consider himself lucky for getting the chance to see it that day.

"Well done today, (Y/n)! Here, have a sip of some water for your efforts—no charge included."

"Sales were especially successful tonight and I am proud to say that if you keep this up, you and Grim will be free of debt sooner than originally planned. I trust that you will keep up the good work."

"Tips left for you are in that jar on top of the counter, along with some comments and notes left by the audience."

"You did well, Prefect."

"Oh and, if you feel comfortable in doing so, please keep on doing what you did today whenever you perform here."

"That smile of yours is very charming, if you did not know."

rook hunt spots a smile slowly escaping the corners of your face as he gently applies a soft shade of lip tint to your lips that matches your complexion. you were on your usual visit to pomefiore—off to go see the eccentric huntsman in his dorm room—when the man had suggested that he give you a little makeover with the new products vil had given him earlier that day. the young hunter seemed quite excited about the whole ordeal, so how could you refuse? giddily sitting you down on a seat in front of his dorm's mirror, rook had begun to apply shades of makeup gradually, delicately holding your face close to his to get a more detailed view of the cosmetics painting your cheeks. the man was completely focused on the strokes of his brush until he caught sight of a small, but enchanting smile, gracing your typically neutral expression when he had been applying a layer of lip tint to your face. any expression—or lack thereof—of yours was already spellbinding to him, but this time it had been different. this time, rook could have sworn he felt all the troubles of the world dissipate into thin air as the room seemed just a bit more brighter with your smiles filling each corner of the hunter's heart, making him endlessly fawn and ramble over how angelic you had looked at that moment.

"Mon ange! My, how most dazzling you are today!"

"Your beauty is always a sight to behold, however, today you are gleaming so incandescently! I must be careful; I may go blind by your shinning glow."

"Surely you see it as well, mon trésor. The way your existence illuminates tenfold whenever you bless the world with your joy."

"Your smile is something I wish to never be taken away from you."

lilia vanrouge catches your smile as he sneaks up to you in surprise, melodic laughter coming from your form following right after. just as he had caught you off guard, he was surprised as well seeing as you had never reacted that expressively the other times he had magically sprung up in front of you, hair oddly hanging from his head and body upside down as lilia's figure floated above you. perhaps it was the adorable way his cheeks had seemed to squish together as it gravitated down to the ground that had caused you to laugh so happily. or perhaps it was the cute, little "boo!" that came out of his lips that made you jump up, pleasantly astounded. either way, whatever reason you had that caused you to be so amused had lilia grinning as well in satisfaction. your rare smile had simply looked so endearing; it was like an unknown force was pushing against the third year—calling him to treasure and protect this emotion of yours at all costs. the specialness of your joy made the heart of this old fae flutter at the loveliness you had shown only to him that day.

"Boo!!"

"Ah, my apologies, Prefect, I did not mean to startle you too mu—"

"Hm? Oh? It's alright? My, that was unexpected, if I may be completely honest."

"Nothing to worry about, dearest (Y/n)~ I just want to engrave this moment into my mind for eternity, hehe."

"Why? To remember the sights of the first smile you had given me, of course~"

"That right there is something quite special to treasure in itself, wouldn't you say so, dear?"

a/n: believe it or not, my motivation for writing this came from people seeing my face for the first time after wearing a mask ever since 2020 (but extremely romanticized ofc lolol)

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #♢the scribe♢

[pandoa]

lines and circles

where lilia falls for a human who is reborn again and again, each life a new life lilia witnesses on the sidelines.his life is like a line. yours is like a circle.

~lilia vanrouge x reincarnating!gender neutral reader~

does this remotely make any sense? no idea. will i still post it because the me months ago wrote this at 2am thinking she was cooking? yes, i will

if lilia were to describe it in simpler terms like he would when explaining something to silver during his younger years...

he'd describe it as if you were a circle and he were a line drawn on the same aging paper. next to each other, yet never touching. together, yet never intersecting.

your circle would loop on and on, starting over at each loop. endless and sure. perfect and for all time. there was no start nor end to your existence, yet still the little world of the aging paper refuses to let you reach the line drawn beside you.

lilia's line.

now, lilia's line—although also endless like your circle—continues on in the same path he's been assigned by whoever oversaw the world you both split but never shared. unlike you, his line is not in a loop. his line travels infinitely and retains everything he sees. he passes your circle, watching you start over, and over, and over, and over again until even he feels much too empty seeing you repeat the same life in a reoccurring path... never-changing, and never-ending.

he supposes that was the most devastating thing about your life as a human. it was your destiny to start and end life in an endless loop like a circle with no ending but its distance still going nowhere. you could walk along that same spherical path, but you still would never reach the end. the end to your cycle of life and death.

you live, you die, and then you're reborn again. that's how it has always been.

lilia knew it would be like this from the start. from the moment he first met you years and years ago, he knew that—unlike him—your life would be short but repetitive, while his was never-ending. never reaching, never touching, never grasping.

all he can do is stand by and watch as your lives begin and end until even his life can't take it anymore.

a/n: WHO LIVES WHO DIES WHO TELLS YOUR STORYYYYYYYYY~~??????

#♢the scribe♢ #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #lilia twisted wonderland #lilia twst #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x you #lilia x y/n #diasomnia #twst scenarios

[pandoa]

the henchman: a grimmer tale

where another overblot strikes night raven college, and the prefect is prepared to face the dark magic alongside both grim and their friends to save the day yet again. but... where was grim to begin with?

part two/prologue to this fic in grim's pov !! can be read separately grim x platonic!gender neutral reader

warnings: angst ~based off of the theory that grim eventually overblot and mc will be forced to fight him~

“Grim?” You called out into the empty hallways of your school, searching for your cat-like friend among the deserted classrooms of Night Raven. Through the windows of the college, you sensed that another event of chaos was brewing from the way the sky seemed to darken in black, foreboding smog as students from all over the campus began quickly making their escape from whatever discord that struck the premises of the school. 

Another overblot? The thought crossed your mind as you continued searching for Grim after being unsuccessful with finding him in his usual napping spot back at Ramshackle. Really, the thought of another overblot cursing Night Raven was not a surprising one. For something that was known to be a rare occurrence in a mage’s life, it was awfully common in the school you had happened to stumble upon after being taken away from your life back in your own world. Truthfully, all you wanted to do was to find your dear friend Grim and get this overblot over with.

But since when did things ever go your way in Twisted Wonderland in the first place?

“Grim?” You called out again, this time a little louder, until you spotted the familiar silhouettes of your four friends—Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel—approaching you in their usual group. Relief flooded over your senses as you hurried to meet them halfway, a thankful look to your face before you spoke. 

“Hey, have you guys seen Grim anywhere? Maybe somewhere near Ramshackle? I have to go get him before we go out to deal with that overblot again-”

“(Y/n),” Jack’s voice called out your name, his tone stern with a cold warning surrounding it, “Grim is the one who is overblotting. You won’t find him back at Ramshackle.”

You stopped in your own tracks as you turned to your friends. The slight shake in your voice was enough to make a few of them shift in regret. “W…what?” you managed to choke out.

Jack continued with his cold, direct tone, leaving you with no room to truly process what was actually happening, “We don’t know how it happened or what triggered him, but all we know is that Grim is overblotting right now as we speak. You do not want to see the state he’s in right now, not with everything you’ve been through together. It’s not safe either. Even the strongest mage in Twisted Wonderland would have trouble overcoming the blot in Grim.”

“It’s too dangerous to be out there, (Y/n),” Epel explained softly after Jack as he carefully walked closer to you. It was almost as if he was so scared that you would run away from them if he made any impulsive movements. The purple-haired first year then continued to speak while placing a sympathetic hand to your wrist, a gentle tug urging you to turn away from the havoc around you.

“Crowley sent us here to make sure you didn’t try to face Grim…” 

Epel and the rest of your first year friends all watched as your expression turned into one of bafflement at each of their actions. There was no way they were telling you to do what you think they wanted you to do. Grim was their friend too. They cared for him. They loved him as much as you did—or that’s what you always thought. There was no way they would just leave him to destroy himself in flames and dark, oozing blot…

No way.

“And you all were just going to what? Stop me from saving my best friend?” you spat as your eyes twitched in disbelief.

“...It was Crowley’s orders.”

The downcast gaze of each and every one of your friends sent a flurry of rage and anger through your veins. That answer was not enough. Not enough to turn your gaze away from your feline friend who absolutely needed you right now.

“To hell with what Crowley orders us to do!” A yell was heard from your form as you roughly yanked your wrist out of Epel’s grip, twisting to turn your attention back to Ace, Deuce, and Jack as well. 

“I don’t see him helping anytime soon!”

Ace interjected your outburst, clearly trying to at least reason with you. But nothing Ace or anyone else said to you would change your mind. That, you were sure of. “(Y/n), you know we would usually be on your side on this. But this time Grim’s overblot is just too danger-”

“It’s because it’s Grim out there that I have to help now!” You interrupted him back with a strain to your voice as you bit back a crack in your throat. A certain type of vulnerability no one had ever seen from you. Not until now. “He’s the only family I have left to hang on to!” 

“What do you guys not understand?!” 

You continued to shout as the group of first years noticed the small shaking of your hands. “(Y/n)... You know you can’t save everyone…”

… What?

A sharp pang then struck your stomach at those words as your expression contorted and ached into despair. Confusion filled the trembling of your form, the world around you suddenly going silent and suffocating. At that moment, everything surrounding you made you feel as if there were boulders being mounted onto your back as you stared into the grueling eyes of your friends in front of you, their gaze piercing and scrutinizing.

Why were they looking at you that way?

You’d never seen their expressions look so… distraught. Like they were lost and had no idea of what to do next. Even after everything you all had been through together—from dangerous spells, estranged housewardens, and random magical adventures—you still had never seen the faces of Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel appear so conflicted. So desolate. They were almost unrecognizable.

“Do you guys really think we should just let him suffer out there alone?” You glance up once more, ignoring their expressions as your voice softened. A sliver of pain was entwined in the way you could barely even bring yourself to finish your sentence.

“Ace? Jack? Epel?” You asked each and every one of them one by one, causing the young men to stand in silence as if even they, themselves, were ashamed of their own actions. A sigh then escaped your mouth at their reluctance to answer. 

“Even you, Deuce..?” You faced him, hoping that at least one of your first year friends would be on your side. But with the way Deuce just stood there, stance unwavering, you realized that for the first time since you met the people of Twisted Wonderland, you were inherently alone.

The deafening silence lasted for what felt like days until you managed to free your legs from the ground to begin slowly walking away, leaving all four of your friends to drown in their own thoughts. They clearly made their choice. And you would make yours. “I… I have to go,” you mumbled as you gradually turned running towards the shaking halls of Night Raven College. The first years remained rooted to the floors of the school as they wordlessly watched you flee, their expressions filled with worry and shame.

A sigh was then heard from Ace as he interrupted whatever thoughts were swirling through everyone’s minds. Walking the same path you had just been on, Ace then dragged Deuce with him as the two followed you into the trembling hallways surrounding you all after attempting to reassure Epel and Jack that they would handle this.

“We’ll go talk to them…” the two promised as they tried to catch up to wherever you had gone…

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“(Y/n)!” Ace’s voice rang in the flaming room, catching a certain prefect’s attention.

“What in Twisted Wonderland are you doing?!”

You turned to face your two friends, Ace and Deuce, with a petrified but unwavering look present in your eyes. Grim was out of control and if Crowley refused to help you for the thousandth time, someone had to stop him. 

Even a mere human with no magical abilities such as yourself would have to do.

“I’m saving Grim!” you replied back.

The Adeuce duo glanced at one another, concern for their friend clearly shown in their facial expressions.

“Saving him?! (Y/n), you’re insane if you think you can stop this!” 

Deuce added on to Ace’s chiding, his tone a bit softer as he gazed at the prefect, “(Y/n), there’s a big chance you won’t survive...”

You sighed, sorrow woven in the next words you said.

“Then I suppose I’m taking that risk. For Grim.” Screeching roars that could destroy one’s hearing enveloped the mirror chambers as the magicless freshman faced their beloved cat companion and friend.

You couldn’t comprehend why your friends tried to stop you. All you had wanted was for Grim to come home. Was that such a difficult thing to understand?

Tears began to threaten your eyes as you made your way towards what was left of the quickly disintegrating Night Raven mirror chambers as you left Ace and Deuce’s unreadable faces behind you. A combination of ashes, dust, and wet tears stung both of your eyes as you practically sprinted towards the raging chaos.

Blue flames mockingly danced around you as the heat radiated onto your sweltering skin. But despite the inevitable obstacles, you remained determined to bring your friend back to you as you took a deep breath, whispering your final string of hope into the smoke-filled air.

“Grim… please just come home… Please.”

a/n: alexa play i bet on losing dogs by mitski

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst theory #disney twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst grim #grim x reader #grim x platonic reader #platonic #twst angst #twst theories #twisted wonderland grim #deuce spade #ace trappola #epel felmier #jack howl #♢the scribe♢

[pandoa]

the thief is a huntsman

a thief declares his love for you

~rook hunt x gender neutral reader~

Like a thief in the night, a dark, brooding figure flutters past your vision, the stranger's form tall, slender, and intricate.

Shadows cast down your creaking windows as any trace of twilight dissipate, the midnight sky now baren and left with no inkling of stars. The thundering clouds barricade themselves around the moon and stratosphere, causing any source of light to be hidden away from your world. A night of total darkness.

You sit in your chambers, shivering from the aggressive autumn wind entering your room. An annoyed scoff escapes your lips as you glare at the opened windows of your chambers, the rattling of each chaotic movement mocking you in your comfortable spot on your cotton mattress.

You could have sworn you locked the windows earlier.

Begrudgingly, you stand up to close the windows you had already closed hours before, a sense of deja vu now filling your mind as the chilling wind caresses your cheeks and neck in an electrifying breeze. Strange things had been happening throughout your whole house ever since the night of the full moon.

Candles were mysteriously blown out, pieces of clothing and jewelry were missing from both your closet and vanity, strange shadows were cast through the silhouettes of your bedroom's curtains.

It was as if a thief of the night had begun haunting your senses.

Brushing off your hysterical thinking, you turn your attention back to the metal lock of your window, shutting the glass tightly as the breeze in your hair ceases. You let out a sigh of relief.

Exhaustion then strikes your body as you groggily trudge back to the warm comfort of your bed. You yearn for it. Crave it.

That is, until a warmer force contrasting your own shivering skin wraps around your waist, engulfing you in warmth you strangely lean into. The figure rests their head against your shoulder as you feel their lips lightly brush the nape of your neck. The figure is tall, and their hands are rough and full of calluses you can tell that were earned through time. They speak in a hushed, almost desperate tone as the deepness of their voice causes tantalizing vibrations to run through your own body at how close the strange person was to you.

The figure then bends slightly to the left, giving you a clear view of their beautiful disposition and reveals that this figure was, in fact, a young man. The man wears a midnight cloak that hoods over his emerald eyes and a face peppered with freckles that added a certain charm to the mysterious individual. His blonde hair whisps over his forehead, the golden bangs under his hood causing you to stare at the man in a complex temptation of allurement. He whispers into your ear, tickling the skin of your neck with the softness of his hopeless words.

“My darling, I am regretful that I cannot wait. I need you to be mine.”

This thief had snuck into your walls, past your echoing hallways, and broke his way into your home. He studied your ways, your mannerisms, the way you'd place your dying candle precisely forty-five millimeters away from the edge of your nightstand before sleeping in the name of gathering intel on his target.

The only difference now was that he was after your heart.

a/n: spooky month with my spookie pookie rook hunt c:

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[pandoa]

the color purple

you and jamil have ice cold sweets of blue and red together on the beach's shore

~jamil viper x gender neutral reader~ word count: 1.5k words

written entry for @merotwst and @cvlutos's Jamil's Summer Contest! pls do enjoy! and also check out everyone else who entered too using the tag!

“What kind of popsicle stand only has two flavors?” You said, bewildered, holding up a blue, frozen treat you had just gotten from a nearby vendor—gazing at how the sweets shined and reflected underneath the sun. It had only been moments since you’d purchased it, however, as you continued to gaze at the sugary snack, you began to notice how the popsicle had already been melting under the heat of the beachside shore. 

So much for a cool down, you sneered. What was the point in buying a cold treat if it would just melt away the second it touched the atmosphere?

“It is a bit odd considering it only features popsicles.” Beside you, your boyfriend had reached out to your form, signaling for you to hand him your trash, as he flipped his braided hair away from his shoulder, “You’d think they’d invest in more choices to satisfy different customers.” Jamil spoke, voicing his thoughts on the matter all while guiding his eyes to his own strawberry flavored popsicle—the red of his treat contrasting with the blue of your own. 

“Yeah,” you continued, licking the blue popsicle in your hand in the process, “But, hey, at least we got something. The beach was scorching hot earlier; I think we deserve at least this much.” Squinting up to the setting sky, a bead of sweat then ran down the side of your forehead at the utterance of your words. You lazily wiped it away, making sure it wouldn’t collide with your eye, as you turned your attention back towards your boyfriend who seemed to be least affected by the heat compared to you.

It’s like his body doesn’t even sweat; it just sparkles— You observed, half of you envious of the young man and the other half adoring the sight before you. It was as if Jamil had always had the upper hand against you—whether he was aware of it or not—just by simply existing in the world as his effortless radiance caused pulses of your heart to skip and turn and churn into a rose-colored oblivion. Indefinitely unfair to you, but Jamil had found a certain smugness to his expression whenever he’d catch you dreamily staring off into space or fanning away a pink color from your face at his actions.

Jamil looked back at you, also eating away at the treat resting in his hand as the red from the popsicle already made its way to tinting his lips, “True enough.” A silence much too comfortable to interrupt then played between you two as you both made your way back to the shore you’d spent your day in, dipping your feet into the water as it caressed the sides of your ankles with the sea’s consistent waves. The day at the beach had been long yet exhilarating starting with you, Jamil, Kalim, as well as the first years deciding it would be fun to take a trip to the coast on your vacation off from Night Raven. You looked back at the day spent with your friends as the sun lowered from its place in the sky along with the many shades of pink, scarlet, and orange encapsulating it in the stratosphere. You looked back at the memories you had, the moments and seconds you’d spent that day, laughing with everyone around you, as splashes of saltwater flooded your mind in bliss. You saw as the volleyball you all had played with hours ago flew miles above your heads in your memories, the castles Ace and Deuce had built before its destruction by oceanic waves seconds after, and even the birds who’d dive down to your little group, attempting to sneak a small bite from Kalim’s food—all of it, you reminisced.

Although, as you continued savoring the sweetness of your blue popsicle on the coastline of the sea, you had come to find that there’d been one final thing missing from your trip to the shore before it would end, and that was—

“Ah—Sorry,” you noticed Jamil hesitantly apologizing as you jumped up in surprise, feeling a familiar hand softly stroke the side of your cheek. To your left, Jamil had suddenly been inches closer to your form than he’d usually been, appearing as dumbfounded as you, while a whisper of the breeze whistled through your ears alike. You watched the sun continue to set while golden rays of light reflected onto the waves of the beach and into Jamil’s charcoal eyes, ridden with nerves and hidden anticipation you could not pinpoint just yet. “You just had a little…” Jamil softly spoke with his hand still lingering against your now rosy face, “sand on your cheek.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” your words began to fumble, struggling to maintain eye contact with the man, “Thank you.”

Another period of silence cut between the two of you as you both stood frozen still in the shallow water as if both of your bodies denied the melting heat of the sun. As more time had passed, a greater tension built up between you and Jamil, one filled with curiosity, anxiousness, nervousness, and adrenaline. It caused your stomach to freeze, your breathing to stop, and your heart to halt at the uncertainties that could happen next. You and Jamil were expecting something from one another. Something magical. Something fearful. Something you’d been wishing to do for ages. Something worthwhile. 

The main question you two had for each other, however, was what?What had you wished for from him? Or what had he wished for from you?

“This is really random, but…” you finally said, peering back at the second year’s now questioning face, heart gradually picking up its pace and beginning to race further than a marathon. “Have you ever felt what it’s like to be kissed by a person yet, Jamil?” 

A droplet of your popsicle then proceeded to slowly drip down the stick keeping it in its place.

“No… I’m afraid not,” Jamil replied, his usual composure still being maintained by his calmness—however, this time, with an increasing shade of pink that could rival the sunset in his cheeks.

“Then…” you stepped closer, making you two only centimeters apart, “Would you like to? Experience it, I mean.”

“I wouldn’t be… opposed to it.”

“Okay then.” You placed a delicate hand to his face just as he had done earlier to you, whispering, “Close your eyes.” At the utterance of your words, you could almost feel the flutter of his eyelashes as they closed shut, the final image being you closer than ever as he subconsciously guided his hand to your waist, engulfing you in warmth you’d take any day rather than the burning of the sun. Your lips quickly found each other, both eager yet unsure, as you slowly led him with every movement. Passionate yet gentle, smooth yet anxious, tender yet desperate—it was as if so little yet so many emotions coursed through yours and his touch alike with each electrifying moment. With the frozen treats now long forgotten, you continued placing slow kisses on Jamil’s lips as the blue and red from your popsicles dripped into the water beneath you. He tasted like strawberries and sweetness, dreams and a plethora of ecstasies.

Lips connected like two pieces of a flustered puzzle just as you raised a hand to run it through the silk locks of your boyfriend’s hair, causing him to lean into your touch, relaxed and satisfied. Was this what it was like to have the upper hand against a partner? To discompose the ever-suave Jamil Viper? You smelled the salt of the water around you, the sweetness of the melting popsicle in your hand, and the familiar scent of home you’d always catch every time you were ever near Jamil. You felt the refreshing chill of the breeze, the waves of water against your feet, and the feeling of him hugging your waist tighter as if you’d disappear the instant he’d ever let you go. Slightly opening your eyes, you saw a line of palm trees swaying with the wind, a pair of love birds flying in circles above you, as well as the relaxed expression of the boy in front of you as you kissed him. 

All things at that instant had just felt… right. Like you were always meant to be here at this exact time, at the exact place.

Perfection as it were in a movie.

“HEY!” The voice of your cat-like friend had then intruded the scene as you and Jamil instantly pulled away from each other, with you lightly touching your lips in a daze and Jamil attempting to recompose himself. “We’re about to head back to the—Wait,” Grim, who was now a couple feet away from you, paused, examining your appearances. “Did you guys get grape popsicles? Where?!” The young creature exclaimed with woe. “I thought they only had two flavors, dammit!”

“Grape?” you asked as a laugh escaped your mouth from your friend’s obvious questions, “Grim, what do you mean? Of course we didn’t have any grape—”

Jamil, however, shot his head up first at Grim’s questions and you second upon hearing your exchange with your familiar as you checked your bodies for any absurdities, immediately suspecting one main culprit.

You looked at Jamil, intently, thinking the same thoughts, “Oh, Sevens, no—”

Purple.

The lips of both you and Jamil, rather than the separate shades of blue and red you expected, were now purple.

a/n: breaking news! writer who has not even held hands with someone romantically attempts to write a kissing scene 🕺 (pls tell me u get why their lips are purple now tho-)

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[pandoa]

desperation

where rook hunt is desperate for your touch

~rook hunt x gender neutral reader~ warnings: intimate cuddling (sfw), translated french because i do not speak the language🕺

Desperation in Rook Hunt looks like lipstick stains, endless caresses, and incoherent words of romance whispered from his moving lips. He runs on adrenaline. Adrenaline that wishes to keep you embraced in his arms all throughout the night. 

Desperation in Rook Hunt is passionate, frantic yet gentle, and almost in an ardent haze. There’s nothing left in his mind except you, and you alone. He only wishes to show you the wholeheartedness of his emotions as he feels the warmth of his body embracing yours, hands circling around your waist as his head makes it onto your shoulder, keeping you there as if you’d fade from existence if he’d ever let go.

Your hands ever so softly run through his hair as the hat he once wore falls to the ground, forgotten by both its owner and you. A sigh escapes his mouth. A sigh that says your touch eases him. A sigh that asks you to keep going. A sigh that says “i love you, please never let go.”

His lips make it to yours, almost eager, as your hands remain entangled in his hair, eyes closed and hearts racing. Heat radiates off of Rook’s cheeks, face ablaze and flushed at your touch as he holds your chin in the palm of his hand, lips placing gentle kisses on every inch of your now scarlet face. His movement is constant and neverending. Emotional and never fleeting. He remains close to you like a dream that’s just come true. A wish that the stars had just granted. 

Each peck on your face comes with a mumbling of phrases you may or may not understand. Rook knows this, yet that does not stop him from using them. He only wants to let all of the words he’d been longing to say out of his mouth, lest he missed his chance. You listen, eyes still shut as you feel his whispers tickling the side of your cheek, ears, and neck, while Rook continues to confess all of the things he adored about you. 

Kiss.

“Je t’aime beaucoup…”

Another kiss.

“J’ai soif de toi…”

And another.

“Tu es ma passion…”

And another.

“Je suis fou de toi…”

And another.

“J’ai besoin de toi…”

He continues on until even words fail to explain just how much he truly loves you. The sun begins to set, the stars peek out from their spots in the sky, and you and Rook continue, limbs now tangled around one another as you fall asleep within the warmth of Rook’s arms. Your head buried in his chest, Rook’s heart relaxes as he places an innocent kiss to your forehead, wishing you a good night’s rest. The peaceful sounds of your breathing is enough to put his mind at ease. Your love is real and so is his.

Desperation in Rook Hunt is waking up at the crack of dawn the following day and immediately reaching his arm over to the side, hands drifting towards where yours should have been. It’s feeling the emptiness in the covers of his bed, the sudden coldness of his room, and the loneliness his heart knows all too well at the realization that it was all a simple dream. A trick of his mind to remind him that in reality, your touches were unattainable and long gone. 

You were a ghost and your love was merely fragments of the memories Rook had held dear to him, and him alone. He yearned for you. He longed for your return. He was desperate for you. 

The torture it was to never hear your voice, the agony he felt after every false dream, the complete and utter hopelessness he had, only wishing to feel your lips on his one final time. The pain he felt for you was one created in beauty—the beauty of longing for someone you once held close in your arms. Desperation. Despair.

But to be in despair was to love, and to love was to remember you. 

“Mon trésor… je t'aime tellement que ça fait mal…”

It was just a shame that for Rook to remember you…

...Was misery.

a/n: sips cup of tears

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[pandoa]

"the language of ily"

lilia teaches malleus the wonders of modern texting slang. but when his child of man sends him a strange text that says “ily”, he struggles to find the meaning behind (Y/n)’s peculiar acronym. 

~malleus draconia x gender neutral reader~

warnings: none!

“So,” Malleus stared at Lilia in awe, “the children of men have deliberately established their own mailing language as a means for more efficient and simpler messaging techniques?”

Lilia quietly chuckled at the boy’s cluelessness. “Well, yes, but it’s more of a texting language rather than mailing, I would say. It’s electronic, fufufu.”

“Incredible…” The Diasomnia dorm leader glanced at the small device laying on his lap with pure mesmerisation. Humans were a fascinating kind, no doubt. Though, even with the longer life span he had compared to the non-fae beings, Malleus could never fully comprehend the mechanisms of modern technology. “Say, Lilia…” the fae prince said hesitantly, “do you think you could teach me this ‘texting language’ of the children of men? (Y/n) is often around that Heartslabyul student, I believe his name is Cater Diamond, and occasionally uses these intriguing terms to converse with their friends.” Malleus averted his gaze with an uncharacteristic sense of embarrassment shown within his body movement. “I wish to understand at least some of these terms.”

Lilia’s face lit up with exhilaration. His young prince had a crush! On the prefect, at that! Wiping off the proud tears from his ruby-colored eyes, he craned his head up to Malleus. “Of course, I will teach you! My days of gaming late into the night with online users have paid off, hehe~”

Sliding closer to the housewarden’s figure, Lilia proceeded to explain the many acronyms, slang, and emoticons to the astounded heir of Briar Valley in vivid detail.

“Now this, Malleus, is what internet users type when they are uncontrollably laughing at a message. It stands for ‘Rolling on Floor Laughing.’” Lilia intelligently pushed up his imaginary pair of glasses.

“Am I required to truly roll on the floor as I laugh to make this acronym accurate when I use it?”

Lilia paused, pondering on his prince’s question before replying with a playful, “Yes.”

Ding!

The younger fae flinched from his seat at the sudden sound of his phone ringing. “Oh! Apologies for the interruption, but my child of man has delivered me an electronic letter.”

“It’s called a text, dear Malleus, but go on.” Lilia, who was now conveniently behind Malleus, had begun scanning the blinding phone screen in search of anything he found amusing. “What have they sent?”

“It is a strange acronym with the letters I, L, and Y. I’m afraid I do not understand.” Malleus dejectedly stared at his device, looking quite similar to an endearing puppy pouting at his genuine confusion.

Having enough of the housewarden’s sulking, however, was Lilia as he placed a contemplating finger under his chin, utilizing a portion of his brainpower to help the younger fae.

I, L, and Y… Could it be? 

“Ah, yes! Of course!” The prince’s caretaker jolted up in excitement after a small moment of silence as he deciphered the adorable acronym you had sent. How cute! Clasping his hands together, Lilia exclaimed with a slight skip to his step in joy. “Malleus, this is great news! It means ‘I love you.’”

“I have a deep affection for you as well, Lilia. You have been my caretaker ever since I was a small fae, so that seems self explanatory. But what does this have to do with my child of man?” 

Exhaling in discouragement, Lilia vigorously shook his head from side to side. The mage before him had significantly misunderstood his statement. “No, no, Malleus. (Y/n) is saying ‘I love you’ in that message.”

“Why would they feel the need to inform me of your emotions?”

Oh, Great Seven, he was hopeless. The bat fae raised his palm to smack himself in the face. His poor, sweet, innocent prince. So gullible, so oblivious. Every romantic advance (Y/n) seemed to make never failed to fly over the top of Malleus’s dense head to the point that all of NRC had known about the prefect’s romantic intentions towards the fae except him. It was, in all honesty, a comical sight to see. Although, to the relief of (Y/n), Lilia’s amusement never prevented him from playing matchmaker for the two students. It was in the name of blooming love, after all!

“Malleus, I want you to look me straight in the eyes.” The older fae took hold of Malleus’s much taller form as he levitated himself up to meet with the slow-minded prince on an even level. “(Y/n) has just told you that they love you.”

The dorm leader sat blankly and unmoving on his spot in the Diasomnia dorm lounge. What? Had he heard Lilia’s words correctly? Malleus had sent his caretaker, for the millionth time that day, another empty stare into oblivion.

“Love? As in the intense feeling of fondness for an individual? The emotion that releases a number of chemicals in a living body such as high levels of dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin, a neuropeptide produced in the hypothala-“

“Yes, yes! That love.” Lilia quickly interrupted his precious housewarden’s unnecessary scientific definition as he was growing impatient to the boy’s oblivious nature.

Silence soon befell on the two Diasomnia students.

“Then,” Malleus rose from his seat, breaking the quiet atmosphere. “I must go to them and reciprocate their feelings.”

“Right now? It’s practically midnight-“

“It is no matter,” he confidently declared. “I am always there at this time admiring their gargoyles, anyway. Thank you, Lilia, for enlightening me on the ways of modern letter-exchanging. I deeply appreciate it.” Malleus bid the shorter fae a goodbye with a swift nod of his head. “I shall be off, now.”

“Ah, yes, go ahead.”

And so, with a flick of his wrist, Malleus had disappeared with shimmering green sparkles following him thereafter before he could even finish saying “child of man.” Seeing as the dorm leader was gone, Lilia had let out an exasperated sigh. Acting as Cupid and modern translator for his dearest Malleus’s necessities was wholeheartedly a huge honor; although, he could do without the exhaustion that came with it. Relieved to finally have some leisurely time alone, Lilia kicked off his shining black boots and sunk into the comforting cushion of the dorm’s couch. 

Rest for the single father of three, at last.

“LILIA, WHERE HAS THE YOUNG MASTER GONE OFF TO?”

Nevermind, scratch that. There was never rest for the single bat dad. Startling what appeared to be the entirety of the Diasomnia dorm was none other than the tumultuous voice of Sebek roaring from the entrance way of the lounge. 

“Oh, he went to go see (Y/n).”

“HE WHAT???” The first year shouted with disbelief evident in his boisterous tone. “WHY WOULD HE GO AND SEE THAT HUMAN?! THEY ARE NOT EVEN WORTHY OF THE YOUNG MASTER’S GAZE—“

Lilia, who had hopped down from his area on the couch, floated over to Sebek’s proximity while placing a quieting finger against his lips. “Hush now, Sebek. Let the young lovers flourish.”

“BUT THE YOUNG MASTER—“

“—Will be giving me new little baby grandchildren soon, fufu~”

The first year froze in complete distress at the old fae’s comment. “Gr..GRANDCHILDREN?!?!?”

“That’s right, but, uh, Sebek,” Lilia took notice of the green-haired boy's wavering shoulders and dilating eyes with concern. “Are you feeling well? It looks as if you’re about to collapse.”

“The… young master…and human… having…childre…”

Thump!

“Oh for Seven’s sake, SEBEK WAKE UP—”

a/n:  (y/n) can have malleus, i want his adorable bat dad I MEAN-

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[pandoa]

"a founded soul"

you find one another, soulmate to soulmate

~soulmate au with floyd leech, ruggie bucchi, and general!lilia vanrouge x gender neutral reader~

warnings: angst and mentions of blood and death in lilia’s, i also wrote it based off how i think lilia would’ve acted like as a royal general; however, floyd’s and ruggie’s are completely safe and angst-free!

this is a repost! tags weren't cooperating earlier unfortunately

♡you and your soulmate feel each other’s emotions♡

You were convinced your soulmate had some sort of double personality disorder. Seriously. Because one moment you would feel as if you were the happiest of happy people in all of Twisted Wonderland, but then be completely and utterly bored the next. So what was up? Leaning on your table in Mostro Lounge, you pondered some more on your suspicions as you mindlessly sipped on your cup of tea in tranquility. Though, that moment of peace was then shortly demolished when the ear-shattering sound of a glass falling down to the ground harshly pierced your hearing across the restaurant.

“Oh Great Seven, I-I’m so sorry, Floyd! L-let me help you wipe that off-”

“Huh? What makes you think a scampy krill like you can spill that drink on me, wipe it, and still come out unscathed?”

A trembling cry from a student followed by Floyd’s menacing tone clashed and caught the attention of many people, filling the room with a distasteful energy. Observing the conflict unraveling meters in front of you, you suddenly felt a pang of annoyance strike you. Or rather, your soulmate.

“I could squeeze the life out of you right here, right now, if I’m up for it, hehe.”

Then, still sensing your soulmate’s emotions, you felt an overflowing surge of confidence.

“How’s that sound, little krill? Wanna know what it’s like being squeezed by an eel?”

Followed by aggravation...

“Floyd.” Azul swiftly halted his troublesome friend’s intimidating aura. “I understand your displeasure, but please do not start a fight here during business hours. I will take it out of your pay to replace that shattered glass on the floor if you do.”

And…disappointment?

“Eh~? You’re no fun, Azul.”

While the tense atmosphere seemed to diminish in the busy restaurant, you couldn’t help but notice the way your soulmate’s emotions perfectly matched the previous situation to a tee. From the vexed way a certain eel loomed over that poor, terrified student, and to the contrasting manner you sensed as your soulmate’s emotions seemed to calm themselves in the split of a second. It was all too coincidental. A terrible realization then boiled in your mind.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. It couldn’t be…right?

Was Floyd your…

“…soulmate?” you muttered, eyes widened with astonishment. Interjecting your shocking discovery, though, was none other than Floyd himself as he made his way towards your two-seated table, as if he hadn’t just threatened a student for spilling their drink on him. A skip in his step guided him down to plop onto the seat before you. 

You then felt another emotion arise from your soulmate. Smugness.

“Oi, Shrimpy~,” a mischievous voice you knew all too well sang into your ears. “What’s gotcha staring all gooey and doe-eyed at me, hm?” An innocent look graced his face as he teasingly poked the side of your cheek. Though, something in the way his lips slightly tucked up into a sly smirk told you he wasn’t as clueless as he led on to be. “Hey, tell me, tell me~”

Oh, he definitely knew you two were soulmates. 

♡writing on your arm appears on the same place as your soulmate’s♡

“‘Things I need’,” you read aloud what appeared to be your soulmate’s grocery list on the inside of your palm.

“Lettuce, salad dressing, tomatoes, and…dandelions?” You said, glancing at your hand in confusion. Huh?

“I’m not one to judge, but why in the world would someone need dandelions of all things? On a grocery list, at that.”

“Your soulmate or whatever must have some great taste then!” the cat beast you called your friend cheered beside you. “I’d love to try some of that!”

You groaned at Grim’s gluttonous attitude. Of course he’d be interested in eating dandelions. Placing a disapproving hand to your forehead, you muttered, “You and my soulmate both, apparently.” Strolling on the grass-filled path on your way back to Ramshackle, you decided it was best to avoid any hasty assumptions about your soulmate’s unusual dietary choices.

You began scolding yourself. C’mon, (Y/n)! You don’t even know the guy, girl, or whoever they are! Stop judging!

“Uh, (Y/n),” Grim tugged at the cuffs of your uniform, trying to capture your attention. You, however, seemed to be sucked deep into thought as you paid no mind to the little beast pulling at the fabric of your clothes.

But really, what’s a person gonna do with literal weeds? Make wishes on them or something?

“(Y/n)?”

Okay, I’ll admit that those weeds can be pretty sometimes, but what the heck-

“(Y/N)!!” An echoing scream throbbed in your ear drums as your feline roommate pointed his furry paws towards your dorm’s garden area.

“Leona’s babysitter-assistant dude is picking at our yard!”

To your amusement, there in your garden indeed stood the hyena-like second year with a handful of golden-colored plants laying in a small basket near him.

“Hey! I’m not his babysitter just to make that clear! Anyway,” Ruggie continued. “Your yard over here was entirely covered with dandelions, so I thought you wouldn’t mind me just taking a few of ‘em, shyhehe.”

Your face contorted into a deadpanned expression. “Oh yeah, sure. Like picking up a couple of plants from a random person’s garden is totally not weird and totally not concer-”

Wait, did he just say dandelions?

Wanting to confirm your developing theory, you carefully walked up to the Savanaclaw student, with your ink-covered hand left by none other than your soulmate dangling at your side. “Uhm… Ruggie, call me crazy, but are you planning on making a salad with lettuce, salad dressing, tomatoes, and,” you swallowed a lump forming in your throat, “…dandelions by any chance?”

“Uh, yeah,“ the boy backed away with caution. “Exactly. It’s like you read my grocery list or something-“

“It’s because I did,” you interrupted.

“What?”

You lifted your arm to reveal the matching ink written on the palms of both you and Ruggie, effectively showing the second year what you had meant. A stunned look appeared on his face.

“Hello, soulmate. Now, I won’t question your odd choice in food, but you do have some explaining to do,” you laughed with a soft smile.

Ruggie returned your grin with one of his own.

“Heh, I guess I do.”

♡your soulmate’s final words are printed on your arm♡

“You and I are no different. Bear that in mind, fae.”

Those were the words engraved on Lilia’s pale wrist. They were also the very words his soulmate would say before they met their unfortunate end. A melancholic conclusion, really, he contemplated. To discover one’s fated partner only to perish shortly thereafter. The fae general had always thought this method of soulmate-searching was for naught as it only brought more misery for whoever was affected by it. 

Why was he thinking about this again? 

Oh yes, that’s right. Because from the moment he had knocked you over to the dirt-filled ground, sword in his hand, his soulmate mark had begun uncharacteristically burning up like a fire igniting within his skin. It was peculiar, to say the least. Unlike any sensation he had ever felt before. It intrigued Lilia, however, there was simply no time to waste during his current mission. The Queen’s orders had once again played in his mind whilst recalling why you, a human, had been laying down beneath him, defenseless to his threatening grip.

“General Vanrouge,” the fae queen’s intense presence stiffened the air as rage seeped out of her very being. The arising conflict between humans and fae alike had drastically heightened, leading to a now forming war centered around the two groups. It was no surprise the queen had been so distressed. 

“Reports of the human called ’(Y/n)’ have been submitted. It is said that they have been secretly observing our troops as a spy for the human race and must be disposed of immediately before they reach the humans’ base.” The queen paused for a moment, allowing her words to reach Lilia.

“You will eliminate them, General Vanrouge. Dismissed.”

Lilia, returning back from his memory, proceeded to aim his attention at your wounded frame. The fae truly did not wish to kill you. He wanted to believe that humans and magical beings such as himself could live together with no conflict at all. Though with Twisted Wonderland’s current circumstances and the brewing war arising, he supposed he was better off obeying the queen’s orders and eliminating you. Despite the fact that it pained his conscience immensely. 

With his blade still tensely pressed against your throat, Lilia spoke.

“Forgive me, human, but I must remain loyal to my queen,” the man kneeling atop of you whispered. “If you have any final words, I recommend you speak now for your time is limited.”

You sternly lifted your head up to your captor, fury evident in your gaze. “I only wish to say one thing.”

“Go on.”

“You and I are no different. Bear that in mind, fae.”

Lilia’s eyes widened in disbelief as you uttered the exact words imprinted on his wrist. He was left aghast. There was no way you had been his soulmate, correct? The very human life he was sent to end? The one sprawled all over the ground, covered in blood, bruises, and cuts?

His body acted faster than his mind. Raising his arms up above his head, Lilia gripped his glistening sword and pointed it towards your beating heart. 

I’m sorry, dear soulmate. Perhaps in another time we could have been what destiny had designed for us. 

With a final breath coming from your form, a sharpened blade gruesomely impaled your defeated figure.

 Lilia had slain his fated partner. 

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[pandoa]

"what a waste of a lovely night"

circumstances leave you stuck with leona on a night with sights made for romance. shame you and the prince have no interests in each other in that way, though. right?

~leona kingscholar x gender neutral reader~ based and inspired by la la land's "a lovely night" scene !!

i basically just wrote leona and the reader into mia and sebastian's parts in this scene from la la land lol. can you tell i'm going through brainrot?

“Just so you know, you’re not my type.”

Reluctantly grumbling into the setting sky of the streets in the Isle of Sages, Leona Kingscholar had walked on carefully—making sure to keep a safe distance away from you—as an irritated tone tainted his voice. The gentle, yellow glow of a nearby lamp had illuminated onto the both of you as you and the beastman had tread along the pathway created by a resting neighborhood. Stars had begun to peek from the dimming stratosphere, leaves of trees surrounding you had waltzed with a small breeze gliding it into a lyrical sway, even the lights of homes miles away from you had sparked in a soft luminescence that complimented the gleaming of the lamppost beside you. The night had been perfect. Well, up until you had regrettably bumped into the Savanaclaw housewarden, that is. Seriously, how did you two end up at the same exact places at the same exact times? It’s happened before and was completely uncanny at this point. You had grown tired of this sick joke with fate. Turning to Leona, you proceeded to give him a sour look as you both had followed the path back to the college after spending the hours of daylight on your own separate adventures. Lamenting quietly on your own, you found that all you wished to do was return to Night Raven and forget that this night had ever happened.

But that would be proven difficult if you and Leona had both been traveling towards the same place, yes?

A sarcastic scoff escaped your mouth at the arrogant man’s assumptions. “Really?” defensively shooting an arm up to your chest, another arm had crossed with your other in retaliation, “Cocky for you to assume that I want anything to do with you, Kingscholar. I think I’ll be the one to make that call.” 

Leona dryly laughed at your comment as he caught sight of your own gaze pointed directly at his form. Your eyes trailed from top to bottom, appearing to be deeply analyzing the housewarden, as he took note of the way you had never failed to maintain a stable reach away from him—close enough to acknowledge that you both were walking together, but not so close that your shoulders would gradually touch. The third year’s head had turned away from your glances, smirking to himself as he still felt your eyes following his, “Then quit staring. Didn’t whoever raised you tell you to never stare at people? It’s rude.”

“Oh, my apologies,” you breathed, teasingly poking at the man’s shoulder, “I was just glaring at that wrinkled polyester suit of yours. Didn’t whoever raised you say to never take a cat nap in the middle of nowhere?”

Leona halted at a bench, deadpanning at the banter he had enabled himself, “... It’s wool.”

“Whatever.”

A strangely peaceful silence then befell each of you as you rested your exhausted feet at the pathway’s concrete bench. The sky above had shown off colors of pink, scarlet, rose, orange, and gold, all while being dim enough for it to not overshadow the lights of the isle’s villages. Lanterns scattered all over the land and left a silver shine that stretched to the shores of the island. Constellations shimmered like diamonds trapped in the atmosphere. The moon became an enigma of fluorescent rays among the trees of the empty streets. A perfect view crafted just for two.

“The sky really is pretty tonight,” you sighed aloud, gaping at the plethora of shades within the nightfall. “Shame I’m stuck with you of all people, though. Sights like these are made to create feelings for lovey-dovey couples, y’know,” you added as a matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, well, I’m not exactly thrilled about this either, (Y/n),” the lion-like prince snarked back. If you were going to act that way, then so would he. He held a burning hate for you anyway, so there was simply no trouble for him to do so. 

Although the unnoticeable tinge of rose that formed on the man’s cheeks said otherwise.

With the only sound playing through the night being the lively owls perched on numerous branches, another moment of silence crossed you and Leona as the two of you had watched the sights unraveling before you. Leona had sat beside you by now, and you felt an unusual pull at the depths of your heart as a nervous sweat started to form from the way he carelessly scooted closer to you—with your gaze looking anywhere but Leona’s way.

The third year, trying to swiftly shake off an odd fluttering sensation within his own stomach, then arched his body back and yawned, feigning relaxation, “You feeling anything?”

“Fortunately, no.” A warm shade of heat proceeded to flow to your face. 

Leona then brought his attention back to the glistening lights of dusk, stars reflecting back to the irises of his eyes, “Right. Same here.”

“It’s just a waste of a lovely night.”

a/n: the more i write for leona, the more i start to think whether i'm just in denial when i say i don't like him-

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[pandoa]

a wheel for two

you ride a motorcycle-like vehicle together

~feat. deuce spade and epel felmier~ ~twisted wonderland x gender neutral reader~

because u guys told me to go clear my drafts warnings: not proof read lol

♡hold on tight♡

“Are you sure you wanna come along? We can hop off and just look around on foot if you’re not sure about this,” Deuce warily said as he turned his head to look back at you, who was currently shifting your position to fit on the wheel’s seat.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you sighed, “Grim’s too fast to catch on foot; we need to.”

The first year seated before you hesitantly listened to your voice as the setting of the sun above heightened the crucialness of needing to find your beast companion. The tuna-obsessed creature seemed to run off again after a dull lesson with Professor Trein, and both you and Deuce had made it your responsibility to catch him before the cat found himself in any trouble.

“Okay then… Just to warn you, though,” Deuce continued with a slight pause to his sentence as if he were adding to dramatic effect, “I tend to drive a bit fast.”

“Oh c’mon, it can’t be that bad. I’ve survived far worse than a little speed. Go ahead,” you quickly waved your hands to signal the young boy to start the magical wheel. There was simply no more time to lose.

The blue-haired boy then placed a sturdy-looking helmet onto both of your heads, positioning his hands onto the vehicle’s handles as it made a roaring sound throughout Night Raven’s courtyard. “Alright… Then, uhm, hold on to the sides of my jacket. And tight.”

“Gotcha,” you easily agreed, mindlessly wrapping your two arms around Deuce’s waist. Raring to go on your search, you immediately began to scan your surroundings for the final time as the first year checked a few last-minute details on the magical wheel.

Though you did fail to notice a flushed red tint on Deuce’s face the moment you held onto the boy’s figure.

“Oh, and Deuce could you—OH MY SEVENS YOU WEREN’T LYING ABOUT YOUR SPEED—”

♡wind in his hair♡

“You’re not supposed to be here, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Vil would be furious if he saw what you were doing right now, right?”

“Extremely.”

“And do you even feel just a single tinge of guilt because of this?”

“Nada.”

A hollow silence played throughout the front of Ramshackle causing you to deadpan at the young boy’s indifference. There you both stood, brightly colored magical wheel dividing the space between you two, as you watched how the birds in the sky seemed to fly without any other care in the world—something they and your purple-haired friend had in common, you thought.

“Of course,” you sighed, placing a tired hand to your forehead in defeat, “Where are we going, anyway?”

Epel began to play with the charms on the vehicle’s keys as he gave you a look of uncertainty that twisted into an expression of slight embarrassment, “I’m actually… not sure.”

“You don’t know?!”

“Hey, calm down,” the Pomefiore first year attempted to hush your worries, quickly turning his head to make sure no one else had heard your outburst, “Jus’ trust me and get on b’fore Vil finds us. I’m sure Rook’s already noticed I snuck out of etiquette lessons again.”

Reluctantly, you then complied to the boy’s wishes as you continued muttering soft objections to Epel’s own decisions despite cautiously hopping onto the wheel’s cushioned seat and gaining back your composure. You then made sure to secure your grip onto Epel’s waist as the blaring sounds of the magical wheel surrounded your ears, preparing yourself for the rough ride ahead of you. 

“Alright. Take us wherever, then.”

Epel, hearing your final agreement, began gradually increasing the speed of the wheel as the lightning-like force of the vehicle created a strong wind which blew past both you and Epel with its strength. And although you had found yourself to, at first, fear the fast-moving magical wheel, you came to see that all your past worries dissipated the instant Epel had begun to drive.

The only thing you could focus on was the captivating way the wind had brushed through the boy’s silk hair. 

a/n: KACHOWWWWWWWWWWWW

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[pandoa]

a cat and his henchman: a grim tale

in which grim awakes to find himself surrounded by blue flames and the burned ruins of night raven college. not to worry, though! his henchman is there to save them from this predicament! but, where was his henchman to begin with?

~grim x platonic!gender neutral reader~ ~word count: 1418~

warnings: angst, mentions of blood and death note: this is based off the twst theory that grim will eventually overblot and mc will be forced to fight the cat-like beast. thank you~

“(Y/n)!” Ace’s voice rang in the flaming room, catching a certain prefect’s attention.

“What in Twisted Wonderland are you doing?!”

The prefect turned to face their two friends, Ace and Deuce, with a petrified but unwavering look present in their eyes. Grim was out of control and if Crowley refused to help them for the thousandth time, someone had to stop him. 

Even a mere human with no magical abilities such as themselves would have to do.

“I’m saving Grim!” (Y/n) replied back.

The Adeuce duo glanced at one another, concern for their friend clearly shown in their facial expressions.

“Saving him?! (Y/n) you’re insane if you think you can stop this!” 

Deuce added on to Ace’s chiding, his tone a bit softer as he gazed at the prefect, “(Y/n), there’s a big chance you won’t survive. . .”

The prefect sighed, sorrow woven in the next words they said.

“Then I suppose I’m taking that risk. For Grim.” Screeching roars that could destroy one’s hearing enveloped the mirror chambers as the magicless freshman faced their beloved cat companion and friend.

Whatever happened next was fair game, and the prefect was determined to bring Grim back. Even if the price was their own mortal life.

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.

.

.

.

Huh?

Wha..what’s going on?

Rising up from a strange pile of gravel, Grim lifted his throbbing head to see scorching flames of blue scattered across what he assumed to be NRC’s mirror chambers. Blazing fire threatened his fur-covered body as he peered at the unusual, deathly flames.

These look familiar. . .

Meh, probably nothing, the fish-loving cat voiced in his mind as he began to carefully roam around the premises, investigating each charred remains of the disintegrating building. What exactly happened here to make the school look like a tuna slice burnt on a stick, he did not know. And frankly, he did not think he wished to know with the college’s track record of overblot incidents and deranged teenagers, honestly. Crowley should really do a better job on keeping track of these students’ mental health. One day some crazy strong kid could end up destroying the whole school if they’re not careful! Grim shook his head in shame at the saddening thought. 

Nah, no way that would happen. (Y/n) could definitely beat that brat to shame with their little therapy sessions, haha! Brushing off his daunting imagination, Grim lazily rounded a corner in search of an exit only to yet again encounter-

More sapphire tinted flames. Okay, now this was just getting annoying. The small beast sighed in frustration as he mindlessly turned around, grumbling about his rumbling stomach as if anyone was there to listen to his incessant whines. Walking past the fallen pieces of gravel, numerous glass shards, and other items he couldn’t even make out if he tried, Grim made sure to keep his soft tail from being consumed by the dancing fires spread out on the jagged floors. 

To say he was lost was an understatement.

Nothing in this stupid college looked the same. Chandeliers were shattered, roofs were missing, walls were crumbling, eerie smoke filled the air he breathed, and traces of black ink seeped into the carpet. Really, all Grim wished to see was a plump bed waiting for his arrival since he felt unusually exhausted, as if he had just fought in a never-ending war with the most powerful of mages. Maybe I just need an extra lengthy cat nap, Grim pondered whilst releasing a loud yawn into the echoing chamber. I’ll just find the exit and then-

Eh?

A small glimpse of your (h/c) locks sprawled along the ground was enough for the feline to immediately dash towards your side, relief evident on his furry face. Thank the Seven he found you! He would have been stranded had he not spotted you (not that he would admit that to his minion of course) so seeing you sparked a joy that could rival free premium tuna served to him straight from the can! Ah, Grim drooled at his predictable cravings. Simply delectable. 

Snapping out of his trance, Grim soon reached your familiar frame, hollering out to catch your attention. 

“Hey! Henchman!,” he shouted, “Quit screwing around so we can go back to Ramshackle! I’m starving here!”

Grim halted mid-step, confusion racing in and out his mind upon noticing the sight before him.

Huh?

“Henchman, why are you on the ground? Has Leona’s sorry habit of napping in random places gotten to you?”

Cautiously, the small beast took slow, careful steps closer to your resting body. What was all that gunk on you? Sweat, black ink he knew certainly hadn't come from you, and. . . red liquid? Feeling his heart rate suddenly drop, Grim peered down to your disheveled NRC uniform. It had been entirely covered with the scarlet substance. 

What-

What are those marks on your skin?

Was this another failure of one of Ace and Deuce’s alchemy experiments?

Grim, impatiently, began poking at your side.

“Why won’t you answer me, Henchman?”

Growing irritated at your current predicament, the cat wasted no time in proceeding to vigorously shake you, in hopes that you would finally gain consciousness. What’s gotten into you?! The henchman he knew wouldn’t laze around like this! This has gotta be one of Ace’s pranks, right?! Right?! New, raging fear surged throughout the feline’s petite stature.

“Open your eyes!”

“The Great Grim is in your presence for Seven’s sake!” Grim exclaimed, tossing his hands in the air to emphasize his statement.

“C’mon! You can tell me why the whole building is burned down while we walk back home to Ramshackle! I’m sure it’s an amusing tale, hehe.”

Grim chuckled at his antics. Surely there was some sort of explanation regarding the ruined state of Night Raven College, right? All that was left to do was to wake you up from your rather deep slumber and both you and him could be on your merry way out of the burning building. Grim reached out for your oddly pale hand, only to retract his grip almost in an instant, however, feeling a chilling shiver run down his torso the moment his paw touched your limp arm.

Cold.

Your body, despite laying down beside a nearby fire, was cold. 

“Henchman. . .?”

“Hey, I’m not joking anymore, this isn’t funny!”

Grim’s senses sharpened. Something definitely was not right.

“Henchman!”

“Henchman get up!”

Furry paws grasped your shoulders with a frightening grip as he shook you even more, panic striking his trembling voice.

“(Y/N)!!!!!”

Then, in what seemed like a flash, visions of a terrible beast raising havoc among the NRC students and teachers alike invaded his memories with a resounding throb to his head. Was that him? Was all this his doing? More memories played through his mind as if his own conscience was taunting him. Dark magic soared across the mirror chambers, students filed out of the chaos, he exerted black, oozing blot, and you. 

You.

You appeared, terrified and fumbling over your own feet, attempting to reach wherever he was in his unhinged state while gripping a gruesome wound to your side. Blasts of his blue fire were aimed at you, taking you down with each blow. You were dying.

No, no, no!

Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!

Unwanted memories continued to play in the feline’s head. What was real? What was fake? Grim’s very grasp of reality dissipated into nothingness as he paid no more mind to his surroundings. There’s no way he could have done this! No way!

Grim began to lose sight of whatever logical thinking he had left. Where was he? Why wouldn’t you stand up? What day was it? Where were Ace and Deuce? The small beast felt trickles of water droplets fall from his eye to his cheek. Was it raining? Why did it feel so odd to smile past his pain?

From the corner of his peripheral vision, Grim could recognize a shining black stone that could only be the result of a devastating overblot. Rage boiled within him. Piercing screeches were heard miles away as he broke down with disbelief. 

Stop fooling around already!

Grim collapsed to his exhausted knees, paying no mind to the way the deathly liquid dripping from your stomach slightly stained his gray fur.

(Y/n). . .

The cat clutched the prefect’s torn sleeve, filling the air with a final cry, similar to the wails of a lost child on the street.

“Come home with me. . .”

“Please. .”

a/n: i love angst

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