#Vil birthday takeover

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Vil, Jack: a Strength that Shines

Ayyy, it’s the childhood friends (?) from the Shaftlands!! It feels like forever since we last got any significant interactions between Vil and Jack. Nice to see them chatting again~

bdjwvsjsGuabs THAT GROOVY THOUGH… Vil looks so judgmental and dismissive 😭 Channeling all his Mean Girl energy to diss Neige Snow White, lol

A Tale as Old as Time.

Four sides drew together to form a glittering box. A lovely maiden rested within the coffin-like casing of the photo frame. Her lips as red as blood, her hair as dark as ebony, and her skin as fair as snow.

She was circled by foliage, her sun-dappled face tilting up, disarmed by some distant call. The girl cupped her dainty hands together, housing a small baby blue bird in her palms. Kindness, goodness, grace—she exuded all of them.

Vil scoffed, tossing golden hair over his shoulder. Her smile was reminiscent of a rival celebrity, one pure as a dove's feathers.

So carefree, so cheery.

How irritating, he sighed.

"One ought to be more cautious in the woods. Who knows what dangers might lurk nearby, wishing to enact harm upon her.

"For a glamour shot though... Hmm, yes. This composition is acceptable. The sunlight is angled upon her face in a pleasing way—it casts a golden glow on her pale visage and highlights the highest points: cheeks, nose, chin, and forehead. The impression is one of total innocence.”

A soft grunt sounded from beside him.

"She's... shining," Jack commented plainly. His critique, clipped. “Didn’t you do a photo shoot like this recently? Similar place and everything.”

Vil’s beauty was momentarily marred by a grimace. “Yes, as promotional material for an upcoming film. However, the feel of it was completely different than what you see here.”

Shadows instead of sunlight. Temptation in the place of innocence.

He, poised amid the creeping branches and dark leaves, a tatter cloak clinging to his curves. A single, crimson apple in his grasp, a sultry look directed at the camera.

He tried to picture himself like the girl in the frame countless times over. Kneeling among the woodland creatures, smiling so serenely. Any pro could pull it off—he included.

But the image never turned out right in his mind.

Not the right amount of sweetness, not natural enough.

Not quite the same.

Not at all.

Blood, sweat, tears. Sacrifices made at the altar. Yet still, the world yielded nothing but broken promises and shattered dreams. The splintered parts and shambles of them, he gathered, forming his own makeshift hope and determination.

He couldn’t give in here.

Vil’s perfectly groomed brows scrunched up.

“I shall have to endeavor to work even harder. I’m not satisfied with things as they are now.”

“Heh.” Jack cocked a small, lopsided grin. “Keeping on the grind… That’s just like you. You've got this."

“Obviously. Nothing will get accomplished otherwise.” Vil’s eyes passed over to the beastmen. “Presumably, you are doing the same."

"Yeah. Haven't skipped a day of my training regimen." Jack slapped a hand on his bicep, which fit snuggly in his glittering white sleeve. "We'll take out RSA next track and field meet!"

"I'd certainly hope so. If I am to taste sweet revenge, I'd prefer it be by my own hand... but I trust you to deliver in my place. I expect good news when next we speak. Do not disappoint me."

"Yessir!" Jack's tail wagged enthusiastically. He stood alert, saluting like a loyal knight. “I'll do my best!"

“Then it looks as though we both have our long-term goals set.” The dorm leader planted his hands on his waist—slim, cinched.

"Yours is...?"

"To surpass myself." Vil jerked his chin toward the girl in the painting. "To shine so brightly that my name not only goes down in history, but overshadows that which was written before."

"That's some big dream you have." Jack shook his head. "The scale's beyond what I can imagine. But knowing how stubborn you are, Vil-senpai... You seriously won't quit until you make that dream come true."

"My, my. Stubborn, am I?" He smirked, arms crossed. "I do believe it takes one to know one.

"You stand back and watch. I'll show you just how dazzling I can be."

His eyes held a steeliness to them. It was matched only by the same in Jack’s. Two strong men and their wills, meeting on equal grounds.

Jack simply nodded—an acknowledgment, an acceptance, of his upperclassman’s confidence. Overwhelming, like a powerful wave, a strong storm, a blazing inferno. He almost felt compelled to drop to one knee, to kneel before such a presence.

Vil turned away from the painting, his arms unraveling from one another. His movements were graceful, nearly ballet-like. And his expression—

Jack caught him mid-laugh. The snooty, airy kind, half-sincere, half-sarcastic. Brows upturned, mouth twisted in a faux sympathetic smile. Flaxen waves framing his lovely features.

His lips moved.

“I’ll topple you from your throne,” Vil vowed.

It was then that Jack noticed.

Vil-senpai's shining like the fair maiden.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Vil Schoenheit #Jack Howl #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #something no one asked for #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #spoilers #Vil birthday takeover

[dollxmania]

ㅤㅤㅤ ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ❞

— WRITING LIST.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: nail vibes: snippet undecided.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: .iii summoning reactions: feat. leona, ruggie, jack.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: pucker up!: snippet riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: the lost records of the court: oc lore feat. ren

— 3O DAYS OF WONDERLAND.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day three: move night. poly!fic ace, deuce.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day four: dorm takeover. fic ignihyde.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day five: game au. fic leona.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day six: the lead. fic heartslabyul.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day seven: merfolk. fic azul.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day eight: plushies. fic idia.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day nine: rainy day. fic rook.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day ten: soulmates au. fic sebek.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day eleven: massage. fic ruggie.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day twelve: father’s day. fic crewel.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day thirteen: telephone game. fic vil.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day fourteen: club. fic silver.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day fifteen: daycare au. fic pomefiore, scarabia.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day sixteen: potion mishap. fic epel.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day seventeen: detention. fic trein.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day eighteen: fright night. fic jade.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day nineteen: fae. fic malleus.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day twenty: mafia au. fic diasomnia.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day twenty-one: lost. fic neige.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day twenty-two: culinary crucible. fic trey.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day twenty-three: sick. fic lilia.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day twenty-four: mystery shop. fic sam.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day twenty-five: self-aware au. fic riddle.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day twenty-six: teacher’s conference. fic crowley,

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day twenty-seven: cat’s life. fic grim.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day twenty-eight: teacher’s assistant. fic vargas.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day twenty-nine: flying high. fic kalim.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day thirty: freebie. fic cater.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄！ ❞

ㅤㅤㅤ ❝ 𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 ❞

— WRITTEN WORKS.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ : cr!au series: as the name suggests, contrary roles, the player is the character who takes their place, and the character takes the player’s place. au created by dollxmania / chocodollxren.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: .i summoning reactions: feat. riddle, trey, cater.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: .ii summoning reactions: feat. ace, deuce.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ : misc: works not apart of any specific series, one shots, snippets, headcanons, or others. may range from over a thousand words, to a mere paragraph per character.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: happy birthday, mon cherie / mein liebling: poly!fic vil, rook.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: kiss, please!: snippet trey, ruggie, jade, jamil, rook, lilia.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: happy birthday, your highness: fic leona.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: the delicious taste of you with the sauce☆: fic jamil.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: kabedonning them: snippet riddle, leona, floyd, jamil, vil, idia, sebek.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: merform snippets!: snippet azul, jade, floyd.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: vampire bites!: snippet vil, rook, epel.

— 3O DAYS OF WONDERLAND.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day one: amusement park. fic floyd.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ —: day two: overblot. fic jamil.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑！ ❞

do not request.

#ren.writing💌꒱·˚ #ren.nav💌꒱·˚ #dn reblog.

[hannahhook7744]

Can i have a prompt and an AU where Dr Doofenshmirtz is Carlos' dad?

"My dad is who?" Carlos asked his oldest cousin, Hunter, completely baffled. Surely he hadn't heard him right. I mean, the name was completely ridiculous and he had never even heard of--

"Dr Heinz Doofenshmirtz " the elder repeated patiently, barely looking up from whatever he was tinkering with at the moment. It looked like a mix between a Television, a toaster, and a radio. Carlos was too distracted to really ask about it or get a closer look. He had more important things to ask about after all; like his supposed father who his mother never talked about and who's name didn't ring a bell. And he was desperate to know more. Even if this wasn't a conversation one should probably be having over lunch.

Who wouldn't be after being deprived of said knowledge for 17 years of their life? Especially someone as curious as Carlos?

"What was he in for?" Hunter winced at the question, unintentionally letting Carlos know that he was probably gonna regret asking that question. He didn't have a chance to take the question back ,however, because his cousin had already began listing off his father's crimes "Theft, Animal cruelty, Kidnapping, Terrorism, Oppression, Unlawful imprisonment, Vandalism, Sabotage, Unethical experimentation, Abuse of power, Hostile takeover, Brainwashing, Conspiracy, and destruction of property "

Carlos groaned and slammed his head against the table. He'd been right. He already regretted asking and knowing what his father had done. Because apparently his father was just as much as a psycho and an animal hater as his mother was--

"He wasn't so bad you know" Hunter said suddenly, cutting off his internal tirade. "Huh?" The younger boy lifted his head, thinking once again that he must have heard his cousin wrong. Because his cousin never lied to spare anyone's feelings because he knew just how much people hated him doing that. But he was positive that his cousin had just said--

His cousin once again cut him off. "Your dad, I mean. He wasn't as bad as he sounds. He was kinda like us actually. Nice and desperate for approval. Desperate to prove he was evil. Shitty childhood. Great mind. He was even an animal lover, believe it or not. He just happened to have an archenemy who was a sentient platypus "

Carlos stared at his cousin, wondering if he had lost his mind but decided not to question it. Mainly for his own sanity; he didn't think he could handle having two horrible parents ontop of a loud of horrid relatives. He couldn't be that unlucky. Could he? "What happened to him?"

Hunter paused in his movements but he didn't stare at Carlos. No, instead, he just stared at the screw driver in his hand that he was using to build his memoryinator. Something he and Ivy had been working on in secret for Carlos' 18th birthday that was just a couple of weeks away. He knew that he had to tell Carlos the truth but he also knew that the truth would be hard to here. "People from Auardon came and dragged him and other adults that they considered 'mistakenly placed here or kidnapped' back with them. He didn't want to leave you. He really didn't. He wanted to take you, but they wouldn't let him. Tried to take us too. But they wouldn't let him and took him away, and we never saw him or heard from him again. I'm not even sure he's even still alive to be honest ".

Carlos swallowed heavily, his mouth had gone dry. His hands were shaking. And his eyes stung. But he didn't let himself cry. He didn't let his anger, hurt, bitterness, or that bit of envy he felt show. Not even for a second. No, instead, he just looked Hunter straight in the eye-- a rarity among the de vils-- and asked the one question that had been on his mind since Hunter first broached the topic.

"Why are you telling me this? Why now? Why after all this time?" He figured it was a good question. That there had to be a reason for the forbidden topic to have been brought up again after all these years. Especially because of what happened to all of them the last time he had asked his mother about his father. And he was right.

"Because you have a sister and she wants to meet you "

(Ask and you shall receive. Also to all my other people waiting on asks and other stuff, don't worry. I'm still working on it. )

#dr doofenshmirtz #descendants carlos #carlos de vil #disney descendants #descendants #wicked world #melissa de la cruz #phineas and ferb #milo murphy's law #professor time

[self-shipper-snowdrop]

♥︎ Secret F/o Reveal Comic ♥︎

(this includes transcripts of text underneath pictures!)

“I’m running late… I need to hurry up!”

“He called me, so I can’t be late! Why did my alarm not go off? It’s my darn birthday!”

“Ah, there!”

Bronwen: “Lilia! I’m sorry I’m…”

???: “Princess.”

Malleus: “Welcome home…”

Divus: “…and happy birthday.”

All: “We love you, more than anything.”

—————

I made this comic really fast, between everything going on from worrying about my family in the states getting home before the borders close to school issues, it was hard to get this done. But, I worked really hard on it so I hope you guys like my self-indulgent little comic.

So, yes, the secret f/os are from Twisted Wonderland. As a big Kuroshitsuji fan, when Yana Toboso announced it I was all over it immidately. I’ve been following the game’s development since the announcement and I’m honestly so, so excited now that it’s out- especially on my birthday! It feels like a special gift in these crazy times, which I’m so thankful to have and seriously can’t wait to play.

I just used one insert here, although all the romantic f/os use a different one (who is in their dorm, or part of the staff for Divus and Dire.) The code is as follows;

-Beauty was Vil

-Fae was Malleus (who’s new tag is ‘romantic; once upon a dream’)

-Leo was Leona (I meant it when I said this one was a stupid codename lmao)

-Alchemist was Divus

-Crow was Dire

-Historian (my familial f/o!!! Best dad ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎) was Mozus

and the unannounced familial f/o was Lilia, who’s an older brother f/o.

I’m going to make the takeover announcement post now with some reminders, but thank you all for reading. I’m happy to share today with my amazing friends and lovely f/os on here, and I hope we all have an awesome day.

Happy March 18th!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

#the starlight selection #self insert #self ship #the dreamer’s polaroids #romantic; once upon a dream #romantic; leisurely love story #romantic; fashion and formulas #romantic; the dark masquerade #familial; doting on you #familial; magical siblings #romantic; love is the sweetest poison

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Vil, Jade: Wanting to Shine

Schoenheit mama lore 👁️ Mmm, somehow TWST keeps managing to impress me with just how diverse its families are. There are characters with bad relationships with their guardians, characters with good relationships with their guardians, and then… non-existent relationships altogether. Ruggie is one such example (since his mom died before he had the chance to know her), and now we have Vil as well… I wonder why he feels so impersonal toward his mother?? 🤔I hope we can find out more details someday.

Aaanyway, sorry that this is so late, I got super busy with irl things 😅 but happy belated birthday, Vil!! (xbjsvsjwnz Right as Ruggie’s Broomquet art was revealed too lol) ***WARNING: spoilers for episode 6 of the main story!!***

A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.

“What would you like to do this next year?”

Jade glanced up from his clipboard. “If the answer is to come from someone as tenacious as yourself, Vil-san… Your goals must be ambitious indeed.”

“Ara, is that so? Sharp, aren’t you?” Vil tucked a finger under his chin. “You would be correct in your assumption.”

“You’re but 18 years of age, and one age my senior—yet you’ve already accomplished a great many things, much of which the common man can only dream of. “Modeling for the top fashion brands, playing the lead roles in a number of feature films… Many, many accolades,” Jade chuckled, his voice dropping to a gentle purr. “What more do you hope to do?”

“My, you’ve got quite the grasp on my resume.” Vil’s brows pinched slightly. “However, you misunderstand one key point.”

“Oya? And what might that be?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Vil laughed, tipping his head back with a smirk. “This is nowhere near the pinnacle of my career. No—there is much more that I will achieve.

“For starters, I wish to expand the scope of my presence on set. I’ve dabbled in directing and producing my own modest works through my Film Research Club, but there is still much more for me to learn. Before I graduate, I would like to leave my mark in that area.”

His lips pulled into a smile—small but proud and genuine. “At present, we are working on a short film. The plan is to submit it to a contest and to take home the grand prize.

“Everyone is putting forth their best effort to make that dream into reality." Vil's deep-set amethyst eyes twinkled with fire. "Life makes no promises, so we must seize our stories and write our own fates."

"Spoken like a true leader--how commendable. We underclassmen truly have a wonderful senpai to look up to."

Vil allowed his broom to lean into the crook of an elbow. "I'm no stranger to compliments, but I shudder to hear it coming from you. It's far more benign coming from Rook or Ortho."

"Ah, that reminds me. Ortho-san recently joined the Film Research Club, yes? How does he fare under your tutelage?"

“Need you even ask? Of course I've welcomed him with open arms. He is proving himself to be an excellent asset for our productions. There are many things that only Ortho is capable of doing, from special effects and audio to getting clear aerial shots.

"His acting has also improved considerably. A bit clumsy at first, but with time and observation he has quickly learned. It's impressive just how much Ortho's 'heart' comes through in his performances."

"Oya, such high praise. Idia-san must be a proud big brother."

"Indeed, Ortho is a star on set." Vil tossed his hair over a shoulder. He still smiled, but there was now a cold, lethal beauty edging his lips. "He's setting a high bar for the other spudlings--but I won't be outdone by him, nor by anyone else.

There was a hesitance, the soft sucking of breath through teeth, and then... "Do you recall when I returned from Styx? The state that I was in?"

"How could I forget? Why, you were so old and withered, we barely recognized you as the same glamorous Vil Schoenheit that graces magazine covers and TV screens. It was very memorable, fufufu."

"Stop that grinning before I smack that smirk right off of your face," Vil snapped. (Jade immediately obliged.) "As I was saying, that experience... it opened my eyes to a great number of realizations."

"Oh? You don't say."

Vil nodded. "It was like my life was flashing before my eyes. A full 18 years of memories and feelings colliding at once, and the chilling thought that I would soon be robbed of what little life I had remaining, my future stolen from me... It was terrifying.

"But you know what? I'm glad for having gone through it. Unpleasant as it was... I looked into that mirror and walked away with a glimpse of what lies far ahead for me--and I am here now, able to make the most of the present.

Vil lifted a hand, cupping the stars above in his fingers. "When I live, I want to shine. I want to put my best effort into every piece, every production, that I am a part of. With my name and face out to the public, I can reach more hearts, inspire more people. Then..."

He lowered his hand, fingers closed in a fist--as though he had fished a precious piece of starlight right out of the sky. Vil's lashes were heavy, fluttering like petals in the wind upon his cheeks.

"... That would most definitely carry on into the future. Not just into my future, but into the futures of all I have impacted through my acting. My spirit has become a part of them--and through the lives I have touched, my spirit is alive, and I will continue to shine. That is the power of art and media: it persists long after the creators are no longer with us."

“I see." Jade spoke delicately, as though he, too, were bewitched by the beauty before him.

Such raw, overwhelming charisma and determination. Such… power.

The eel suppressed his mirth.

“In that way, you would be leaving a piece of yourself with the organization. Long after you have graduated, your legacy will still live on in the Film Research Club and through your countless fans."

"You understand."

Vil held his interviewer's gaze. There was a solidarity to their silence, a knowingness, a mutual agreement, between the two. The night, its moon, and the stars, were their audience upon that shared stage.

"My 'beauty' will be eternal, no matter the age I am. I'm certain of it."

His declaration was loud and resolute against the night.

Above the duo, the hands of a grand clock tower turned, locking them--and Vil's promise--into place. Bells roared to life, ringing in a new hour with their deep, reverberating song.

Bing-bong, ding-dong! Ding-dong, bing-bong!

The time of reckoning had arrived.

"I believe that's my signal to exit stage left." Vil swept his broom in an elegant arc. Pink, violet, and maroon particles fell from the bouquet affixed to one end.

"Yes, we wouldn’t want you to keep your beloved fanbase waiting.” Jade took a step back and dipped into a bow. His eyes humbly lowered to the ground, he said, “I wish you safe travels—and the best of luck with your endeavors.”

“Hmph, just who do you take me for?” Vil planted himself on the handle of his broom. He folded his arms, assuming a haughty stance. “I don’t need luck, I’m confident in my own abilities to see my goal through to the very end.

“Now then… Be sure to sear this image into your memories. There won’t be many opportunities for you to witness me at the height of bloom.”

“As you wish.”

With that, Vil departed, his broom rising steadily before sailing off into the darkened sky. Poised, and as close to perfection as he could manage.

A wayward spring breeze tousled his flaxen locks. Silver moonlight wove itself into the gold of his hair, seeping into the cream of his skin.

Petals scattered around him, swarming the birthday boy in a storm of flowers. Vil caught one between his thumb and forefinger—a petal so rose-red it was like blood upon freshly fallen snow. He planted a tender kiss upon it before releasing it back to the wind.

The illuminated face of the clock tower cast him in a heavenly glow. His silhouette, sharp.

A beautiful promise for the future.

Jade smiled after him. Not warmly, but not coldly either.

I’ve learned many things about Vil-san today. Yes… many, many interesting things.

#Vil Schoenheit #Jade Leech #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Vil birthday takeover #spoilers #something no one asked for #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst scenarios #Vil's “I want to shine” speech was inspired by Grovyle's speech from PMD: Explorers of Sky #Grovyle you the real OG

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Riddle, Vil: A Family Affair

Riddle’s vignettes are so… interesting?? We can see how he’s trying to take small steps to have more agency. I like to think that, very slowly, he’s coming into his own as a young man, an entity separate from his mother.

It’s nice that Riddle’s Groovy shows him in a fun pose. You’d think that someone as strict as him wouldn’t want to fly abnormally, but you can tell it's a manner that's unique to him. Riddle may be upside down like Floyd is in his own Broomquet Groovy, but you can tell that there is a marked difference between the two. Riddle’s holding bis broom in a much more secure way, which is reflective of his personality, whereas Floyd is much more precarious in his pose. It reflects their personalities well!

And now we wait for Jamil’s Birthday Platinum Jacket SSR… 👀

A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.

“What do you want to do in the coming year?”

Riddle cleared his throat and stood straight as he provided his reply. He was the model student, interviewee... and, of course, birthday boy. "I would like to expand my culinary knowledge."

Vil arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Judging by your prompt response, I take it that you studied the interview questions and prepared suitable answers for them in advance. How like you--but what a surprise that you have a goal that isn't related to school. You're infamous for your tenacity in that regard."

"I-I am capable outside of the realm of academics too!" Riddle hastily said with a frown. “… Though I admit I may be lacking in some departments. That is precisely why I would like to dedicate time and energy to strengthening my areas of weakness.”

"Oh, please. You can't possibly be as nightmarish at cooking as..." Vil paused, shuddering, "Lilia is."

The birthday boy paled at the mention of his senior. Lilia, who left kitchens looking like a natural disaster had torn through an active warzone. Lilia, who tossed in everything under the sink and then some. Lilia, who was known across campus for all manner of food borne illnesses and poisonings.

"Surely not!!" Riddle insisted. "I know how to read and follow a recipe! The issue lies in flexibility. Trey is able to make an entire meal just from leftovers, but I wouldn't be able to do the same."

"My, if you're concerned about food waste, couldn't you simply ask Trey to teach you? I'm certain he wouldn't refuse you. That man is too nice for his own good."

"Perhaps that's true. But even so... this is a skill I'd like to learn for myself. I don't want to become overly reliant on others' strength. What I must cultivate first and foremost is my own. To that end, I plan on enrolling in more Master Chef courses during my time at NRC. There are many styles of cooking I've yet to master. For example, Trey prepares meals that are very different from that of my mother."

"How so?"

"Well..." Riddle hesitated. The way he gnawed at his lower lip reminded Vil of an anxious rabbit--a far cry from the self-assured dorm leader he knew Riddle as.

"Mother cooks with nutrition as her priority. She is very health conscious and goes out of her way to ensure that I am eating what I need. When I am studying at home, she brews tea to drink. It's rare that my entire family comes together for a meal, given that we're all busy.

"Meanwhile, Trey's food is... I can't quite put a finger on it, but it's flavorful and fun, yet balanced. The experiences are unique from my time at home. Sometimes it's something warm, hearty, and comforting like hamburger steak. Sometimes it's something hopelessly indulgent and loaded with sugar, like tarts decorated with jewel-like fruits."

"Your eyes are shining." Vil smirked. "You enjoy his cooking that much?"

"I don't understand it myself," Riddle replied, scrunching his brows. "When Trey cooks, people are lured by the smell and gather around the table, wanting to join for the meal. It happened the other day when I was to eat with him and Cater. Ace and Deuce barged in on us, and... well, I suppose it wasn't all bad. We had a delightful conversation over lunch. There's something magical about that."

"There is a different feeling to eating with others than alone," Vil agreed with a slight nod. "My father and I can hardly align our schedules, so it's rare that we can sit down and eat together. Then again, maybe it's that rarity that makes us appreciate those moments all the more."

"That's right. It's a special spell that I realized I can't reproduce. Just memorizing the recipes and recreating them... that alone isn't enough."

"Fufufu, so you want to master that kind of 'magic'. That's surprisingly cute of you."

"N-No, you're mistaken! While it's true that cooking would come in handy for entertaining guests, it'd primarily be for self-sufficiency. After all, it's not as though I can always ask Trey or my mother to cook for me." Riddle shifted from one foot to another. "Someday, I'll have to move out of my dorm as well as my house, and live independently as a fine adult."

"Yes, cooking is an essential skill for that distant future. Have you already started on making those arrangements?"

"Er, not yet. I've been looking into it, but to actually take those first physical steps is... that is, I don't know how my mother would react."

"She sounds very stern from what you've told me of her. However, every mother must let her child go eventually."

"Maybe so, but I have never known my mother to back down from her beliefs. She's... not a woman you want to challenge." Riddle's voice strained at the final word. It was the lightest way he could put it, too afraid to acknowledge the whole truth. "I've tried to get her to hear me out, but..."

"If you can't draw that line in the sand now, then when? It will only make things more difficult for you when you start live alone."

"I'm fully aware of that." He couldn't bring himself to say more.

Vil sighed, bringing a hand to his temple. "... Listen, Riddle. Think of life as a stage, and you as the actor upon it. Worried about how the audience will react to your performance, working tirelessly to hone your craft.

“When the lights dim and the cameras turn off, the staff and the audience leave the theatre. You’ll be left only with your own thoughts. The onlookers may have one impression of you—but when the curtains fall, so long as you are proud of who you are away from the public eye, that, I think, is a sign of true maturity.

“If it’s courage and confidence that you seek, then you must work toward it. Never let your eyes stray from it. Even should the world deprive you of a happy ending, you must claw for it, believing that, someday, it will be yours.”

“Vil-senpai… Is this your way of encouraging me to see my goals through to the very end?”

His upperclassman scoffed. Thin, soft—like a rose petal, almost imperceptible as it passed upon a breeze.

“Think of it what your will. I merely speak from my own experience,” Vil replied. “We are both prideful NRC students at our very cores. Standing strong on our own two feet is something we all desire. That we can one day recognize that dream… It goes for us all.”

“Recognizing a dream, hm?”

How curious. I wondered not too long ago if it was really possible. Now, here I am, taking those first, small baby steps. A world where I can think for myself, live by my own rules… It sounds like a wonderland within my reach.

Soon, but not yet.

“… One day,” Riddle whispered to himself. “One day, I’ll be the person I want to be.”

Not the person I’m told to be.

A palm came against his back—a pat from Vil. “Really, I thought the dorm leader of Heartslabyul would know better than to mumble. You’re usually so good at barking at your card soldiers. Do remember to speak up—now, and forevermore.”

“I don’t recall asking for your advice.” Riddle brushed off his touch, stepping forward with his broom at the ready. Still, he chuckled. “… But yes, I will work on gathering my courage so that I may be comfortable leaving the nest. Thank you for your concern, senpai.”

“Ara, what cheek.” Vil tossed his golden locks. “If I’m to share the stage with you, then of course your skills must be on par with mine. Don’t you dare disappoint me, understood?”

“Hmph, when have I ever been the type to fall short of meeting expectations? Observe.”

Riddle confidently mounted his broom, assuming the position he had practiced many times over. There was a diagram of this exact pose in the mountain of textbooks he had in his dorm room. Straddling the handle between the legs, arms straight and steady, one hand gripped over the other, elbows locked.

He could have been the textbook diagram himself.

When Riddle looked up, he saw the vast sky, sunlight spilling across the sea that surrounded the island. Sunset on its way to soon paint the day with darkness.

The sky… It connects many different places and people. The future is stretching out before me, chalk full of possibilities.

Then… I can try, can I? To soar, to break free. Just this once…!!

Riddle’s hold on his broom tightened.

He called forth his magic, letting it pool around him in a shower of scarlet sparkles. The power collected, coalescing as a tingling warmth dancing across his skin, until he at last unleashed it in one burst. Like a cap popped off on a bottle.

Riddle buckled off, propelling into the air in a corkscrew motion. Rose petals fell free from his bouquet, perfuming the summer sky with them.

“Whew…!”

He stopped spinning, flying forward upside down. The world shifted, shapes and colors rearranging into a new perspective. His head and vision spun, seemingly colliding all of his senses against one another.

A moment or two later, and they had rattled neatly into place.

Riddle looked again, taking it all in. Rich gold dappling the grand spires of Night Raven College, the honeyed aroma of roses, the wind from on high tickling his lashes. The delicious freedom of flying freely.

“… Hah.”

Who knew it could taste so sweet?

#twst #twisted wonderland #Riddle Rosehearts #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #Vil Schoenheit #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #Riddle birthday takeover #something no one asked for

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Birthday Bash Masterlist

***Please note: there are spoilers for initial artwork and groovy artworks! There may also be spoilers for the related vignettes.***

2020-2021: Birthday Boy Suit interactions

For reference, these are the rules for the interactions here.

The links in this section will take you to the "welcome story" for each boy; to read all of the interactions associated with that character, follow the appropriate tag. For example, Riddle's is #Riddle birthday takeover. Some boys may have as many as 40+ interactions which would take up several masterlists by themselves.

Heartslabyul: Riddle / Trey / Cater / Ace / Deuce

Savanaclaw: Leona / Ruggie / Jack

Octavinelle: Azul / Jade and Floyd

Scarabia: Kalim / Jamil

Pomefiore: Vil / Rook / Epel

Ignihyde: Idia / Ortho

Diasomnia: Malleus / Lilia / Silver / Sebek

Other: Raven / Rollo

2021-2022: Union Birthday Jacket ficlets These pieces focus on the bond between, and the influence of, the birthday boy and his interviewer.

Heartslabyul: Riddle / Trey / Cater / Ace / Deuce

Savanaclaw: Leona / Ruggie / Jack

Octavinelle: Azul / Jade / Floyd

Scarabia: Kalim / Jamil

Pomefiore: Vil / Rook / Epel

Ignihyde: Idia / Ortho

Diasomnia: Malleus / Lilia / Silver / Sebek

Other: Raven

2022-2023: Birthday Broomquet ficlets

These pieces focus on the respective boy's goals for the future.

Heartslabyul: Riddle / Trey / Cater / Ace / Deuce

Savanaclaw: Leona / Ruggie / Jack

Octavinelle: Azul / Jade / Floyd

Scarabia: Kalim / Jamil

Pomefiore: Vil / Rook / Epel

Ignihyde: Idia / Ortho

Diasomnia: Malleus / Lilia / Silver / Sebek

Other: Raven

2023-2024: Platinum Jacket ficlets These pieces focus on the respective boy's thoughts and feelings about the Disney figures they see in their vignettes, and how they relate to those figures.

Heartslabyul: Riddle / Trey / Cater / Ace / Deuce

Savanaclaw: Leona / Ruggie / Jack

Octavinelle: Azul / Jade / Floyd

Scarabia: Kalim / Jamil

Pomefiore: Vil / Rook / Epel

Ignihyde: Idia / Ortho

Diasomnia: Malleus / Lilia / Silver / Sebek

Other: Raven

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst masterlist #twisted wonderland masterlist #Octavinelle #Heartslabyul #Savanaclaw #Scarabia #Pomefiore #Ignihyde #Diasomnia #Rollo Flamme #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst en #twisted wonderland en #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #Reader #self insert #masterlist

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i was just looking through vil's 2021 birthday takeover interactions and i snorted so loudly at when he used his UM on leona after he took it too far with his confrontational attitude with malleus' aster xD

The Saga (check part 4 for the scene Anon mentioned): Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 I Part 7

Aaaah 😭 that was so much fun!!

I really miss doing that style of birthday takeovers; I had to stop doing them because it was way too time consuming and stressful for me 💦 but it’s really interesting to look back and relive the shenanigans. I totally forgot how weird the birthday takeovers got!

#Vil Schoenheit #Leona Kingscholar #Malleus Draconia #feedback for the writing raven #notes from the writing raven

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Leona voice) fucking finally I got that damn hunter off my tail. Now cmon fancy pants, I dare you to scratch me with those dainty nails

[Referring to this post and this one!]

***Spoilers for Vil’s Unique Magic!***

Vil sighed. He was getting quite fed up with Leona’s confrontational atittude—and this challenge was the last straw.

In a flash, he briskly strolled up to Leona, touching the petals of an aster—Malleus’s gift—upon the beastman’s forehead. Leona reached for the flower, eager to tear it away and then go for Vil’s precious face.

But it was too late.

“Fairest One of All,” Vil chanted. “Let those who touch this flower’s petals be rendered immobile until the sunset.”

“... Huh?”

Leona’s muscles immediately stiffened, and he collapsed onto the floor. His arms fell uselessly at his sides, unable to support him. He tried to roar, to demand his freedom, but his mouth, too, was paralyzed.

“Hup!” With a grunt, Vil easily hoisted Leona over his shoulder and planted him in a seat. “There you are. Now you sit there and reflect on your actions.”

Leona’s eyes seethed with anger—but he could do nothing as Vil returned to the festivities. I’ll get him back for this, he vowed, glaring at Vil’s back.

A shadow suddenly fell over Leona, raising all his hairs. He didn’t need to (and couldn’t) turn his head to know who that shadow belonged to.

“Hohoh. And here lies the fallen Roi du Léon, defeated at the hands of mon roi!” Rook chirped, sounding quite pleased. “Such a tragic, but beautiful end for a fierce lion!”

I’m still alive, stop acting like I’m dead!! Leona wanted to shout.

Rook laughed, lovingly patting the beastman’s cheek. “Not to worry! I shall fetch you a slice of cake so that you may continue enjoying the party, even in your incapacitated state!”

I CAN’T CHEW AND SWALLOW, YOU FOOL!!

But Rook was already off.

#Vil birthday takeover #spoilers

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Happybirth, Vil-kun! The LMC has arrived to put on a beautiful show for you! You’ve got a classy vibe, so we threw together something orchestral instead of letting Lilia-chan shine with screamo (sorry to him lol). Hope you like it! - ♦️

“Before we get this performance started, why don’t we take a group selfie?” Cater suggested, his phone already out.

“You aren’t giving me much of a choice there,” Vil chided him.

Cater only laughed and playfully winked in response. “You gotta take the chance to snag a pic with the ultra famous #nofillters Vil-kun when you can, right? Meeting your idol and keeping a reminder of it is the dream of every stan.”

“You see me practically every day.”

“Yeah, but your birthday only comes once a year—so we gotta commemorate it!”

Vil sighed. “Honestly...”

“Ooh, we’re gonna take a group picture? I wanna join!! Can I, can I?” Kalim asked, popping up from behind Cater.

“Don’t forget me as well~” Lilia added, following Kalim. “Let’s make this a show to remember, shall we?”

All three of the Light Music Club members turned to Vil, their eyes wide and watery. Eager gazes of puppy dogs. Vil stared back warily—and at last, he chortled.

“... If you are this eager, then I suppose I cannot refuse.”

“Alright...!! Everyone squeeze together now, so we can all fit in the frame!” Cater instructed, gesturing to his band mates with his hands.

Kalim squished against Vil’s left, and Lilia on Vil’s right—and Cater planted himself closer to the lens, and waved to it. When Vil was fixing his hair, Lilia stood on his tip toes and flashed a peace sign behind the birthday boy’s head, which granted Vil “bunny ears”. Kalim caught it out of the corner of his eye and grinned.

“Aww, that looks really good on ya!”

“What? What looks good on...”

CLICK!

The photo was taken, the “bunny eared” Vil forever captured on Cater’s phone and uploaded to Magicam.

At Vil-kun’s bday bash~ Isn’t he looking ultra handsome on his special day? (Thnx Lilia-chan for the sneak attack!) Let’s hope he still has a smile on his face after he hears our performance for him!

#nrc #rae’s attic #vil kun bday #let the show begin #bunbun vil kun

And with that out of the way, the music started—gentle strings, percussian, and wind filling the venue.

#Vil birthday takeover

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Leona voice) here you uptight bastard, a shirt that matches your flashy personality. *he hands vil a neon yellow zebra pattern shirt with GUCCI on it*

Why does this atrocity exist?

Vil visibly reeled at the sight of the hideous shirt. The colors clashed, and the zebra stripes were far too garish. Furthermore, the color chosen for the brand logo was too muddy to be seen clearly from a distance.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead in that,” the birthday boy spat, turning up his nose in repulsion. “Dress yourself up in that gaudy rag if you wish--but keep it far, far away from me.”

“I’ve already got plenty, remember? You nagged me the whole time about the ‘awful’ outfit I picked for the camping trip.”

“It was awful,” Vil insisted, groaning at the memory. “Your fashion sense in general is absolutely awful.”

Leona smirked. “Well, that shirt’s for you, so you can look awfully good.”

“I’d rather you just return it and use it to buy yourself something decent to dress in,” Vil retorted. “In fact, why don’t you let me go shopping for your new look, since it is clear that you will continue to dress like a hooligan if you’re left to your own devices?”

Leona’s gaze hardened. “I didn’t come here to be ordered around.”

“I didn’t invite you so you could hand me an insulting gift,” Vil replied coldly.

“What, you’re turning down my present?” Leona snarled, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slivers. “Was it not good enough for your uppity tastes, your majesty? You should be thankful I even dragged myself out of bed to hand-deliver this.”

“You’re testing my patience, Leona,” Vil snapped, glaring back just as fiercely at the beastman. “I would advise you to settle down--or I shall have to remove you from the premises myself.”

“Heh. You think you can take me down? Bring it on, then. I’ll beat your pretty face into the--YEOWCH!!” Leona let out a howl of pain as he felt a hand grab his tail and yank it.

“Roi du Léon!” Rook chirped, keeping a tight grip on the tail, “at long last, I have found you!”

“Tch. The stalker bastard’s here...” Leona grumbled. He cast a dirty look at Vil, mouthing, We’ll settle this later, before returning his attention to Rook. “Let go of me before I tear you clean in half.”

“Ohoh! How very frightening~” Rook winked to his dorm leader--a sign that all was well.

Vil sighed. “Honestly... You’re ever so troublesome.”

#Vil birthday takeover

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A large box materialized in the corner of the room, decorated gaudily with purple wrapping paper, a bright red bow, and raw macaroni glued over practically every visible inch of the box. If you listened closely, you could make out the occasional giddy giggle coming from the inside of the box whenever it wiggled, demanding the attention of the beautiful birthday boy.

“Vil’s gonna love this!” Mac gushed to themself from the inside of the box, dressed up in thick clown makeup and an equally excessive clown outfit. “He’ll open the box up, and I’ll pop out to greet him and tell him that I’ll be his birthday present and his personal footstool, if he wants…”

Within the darkness of the box, they flushed a bright red, fanning their face like the lovestruck fool they were. Whenever they could make out the sound of his heels clacking on the attic floor, Mac shivered excitedly at the thought of his feet slamming down on their back and keeping their face shoved against the floor for them to drool onto.

The beautiful Queen needs a loyal court, and was there anyone better than to play the role of the court fool than the head empty pasta fanatic? Mac thought not.

*pokes Mac with a stick*

Come get your dinner.

At long last, evening had set in, and the last of Vil’s fan club had been sated and sent off for the day. The once brilliant blue sky had darkened to a deep violet--nearly black--and the stars, one by one, awoke from their daytime slumber to play amid the moonlight. Night Raven College, touched in silver, was a new world entirely.

Vil ran a hand along the nape of his neck and sighed.

“Excellent work, Roi du Poison!” Rook sang, patting his dorm leader on the back. “You’ve survived the onslaught--though you appear to be a little worse for wear from it.”

“I am not in need of your insightful commentary at this time, Rook,” Vil warned, his tone pointed.

The huntsman did not flinch--not a single beat missed. He removed his hat and held it close to his chest as he dipped into a bow. “Oui.”

A moment elapsed before Rook lifted his head, eyes creased teasingly. “... Though I would still advise you, mon roi, to retire early for the evening. All this stress may lead to a breako--”

“I am in need of some fresh air,” Vil declared sharply. “If you have need of me, I will be outside.”

“... Bien sûr.”

The birthday boy turned and swept out of the stuffy attic. Down the staircase he descended, and out into the bitter night air--or rather, he would have, were it not for ramming his foot into an oddly placed box, covered in bright purple and red, and raw macaroni pieces.

Vil hissed and drew his foot back--but to his alarm, the box began... wiggling intensely and... giggling?

“What in the name of the Great Seven is this doing here?” he wondered out loud, but no response came.

Out of curiosity, Vil cautiously prodded the box with his foot again. The touch immediately elicited another loud giggle.

Something... No, someone is in there. Vil brought a hand to his forehead, heaving another sigh (what number was it now?).

His manager had warned him about accepting suspicious packages--particularly crazed or rowdy fans would sometimes send nasty pranks or parcels with dangerous goods inside. He wasn’t about to risk his health and safety for a shady package. Vil would go fetch Rook to open it for him--

Bu then it happened.

The box flew open, and out erupted...

A clown.

Quintessential--face painted a stark white, garishly colorful lips, eyes, and cheeks, a bulbous and round nose, a fluffy rainbow wig... Even the outfit was clownish, the fabric baggy but bright, with a frilly collar, gloves, and massive shoes that squeaked with even the slightest movement.

The clown let out a whoop of excitement, leapt out of the box, and eagerly honked their nose. It squeaked loudly, like a dog’s chew toy or a kazoo.

Vil stumbled back a few steps in complete and utter astonishment. He squinted through the thick clown makeup and gaudy clothing, his mind slowly piecing together the familiar facial features.

The cheesy potato.

“Mac... Is that you?”

“Heehoo,” Mac honked their nose again. They wore the widest, goofiest grin Vil had ever witnessed, even by the standards of his most lovestruck of followers. “Happy, happy birthday, Vil!!”

He ignored the greeting and cut to a question. “... Dare I ask why it is that you are dressed in such an outlandish getup?”

“Hehehe... Actually! It’s cuz... I’m your birthday present!!” Mac declared, splaying their arms out.

“You... what?”

“I’m your birthday present!!” They repeated, practically vibrating with zeal. “Cuz every queen needs a loyal court jester...!!”

“I am in no need of such--”

“Please please please please PLEASE let me serve you!!” Mac wailed desperately, flinging themselves at Vil’s feet. “I’ll tell the dumbest jokes, and I can be your personal human footstool--you can step on me whenever you want!! I’ll make you the tastiest, cheesiest pasta, and maybe we can get closer and then move in someplace together and live a nice domestic life, and have lots of kids--I’ve already got their names picked out--and and and...”

“Stop. You’re drooling,” Vil said coldly. His cruel, frigid tone sent a shiver down Mac’s spine, filling them with a sense of ecstasy that only he could deliver.

“Heheheh...” They wiped saliva from the corner of their mouth with the back of their hand. “Sorry, I just get so excited when I talk about you.”

“I know,” Vil groaned, cradling his forehead in a hand. “... I know.”

“Are you... angry with me? I-If you are, please take out your rage by stomping all over my back and snapping me like a glowstick!! PLEASE USE ME, SCHOENHEIT!!”

“You never seem to stop spouting nonsensical logic.”

“I don’t need logic...!! Because I have something way better than logic: LOVE!!”

Vil glanced away.

A deathly silence fell over the foyer.

For one horrible, dreadful moment, Mac thought they had done something wrong. It wasn’t like Vil--confident, beautiful Vil--to be at such a loss for words. Was he so terribly cross that he couldn’t even bring himself to spit out any insults at them? Did he hate them so much that he didn’t even deem them worthy to receive his vitriol?  

“H-Hey, Vil... Did I.. Did I go too far?”

“... Pfft.”

“Huh?”

Laughing.

Vil was laughing.

Well, not a full-on deep, rumbling belly laugh. It was more like a faint chuckle, soft and delicate, like wind chimes blowing in the spring breeze.

“You never cease to amuse,” Vil remarked, his perfectly groomed brows pinching together, and his lips forming a mocking smile. “Lifting my mood after a long and arduous day certainly takes talent. Perhaps you are more suited to playing the role of court clown after all.”

“Ah, I... I am?” Mac perked up. “I am!! See, see? I can make myself ultra useful to you, Vil--so please accept me as your birthday present!!”

“Hmm. We shall see about that. For now, though...” Vil bent down to meet you at eye level and, extending a hand, he pulled you up from your miserable heap back onto two feet. “We should return to the party.”

“W-We?!” Mac’s heart fluttered.

“... Do your ears work? Yes, I said we. I won’t have you sitting here cold and alone, like some sad, limp noodle that was never properly cleaned up. You will join the birthday festivities, the same as any of my other guests. Is that clear?”

“Yessir!! Whatever you want, Vil!!”

“Good. Now let us away.”

And so, hand in hand, the queen and his clown headed off to their gala.

#Vil birthday takeover

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Welcome, Vil.

{April 7th to April 9th}

Please read the *Birthday Blog Takeover Submission Rules.*

The silence was oppressive.

Raven cringed to herself as Vil—the Vil—awkwardly stood and surveyed the area which would host his birthday celebration this year.

She silently kicked herself for not tidying up before he came over. There were still books to be picked up, spiderwebs to be dusted, and ink stains to be wiped away... Clearly, her attic space was not prepared to host a queen.

Vil seemed so out of place here, like a glittering gem in the middle of a garbage dump—but with his back turned to her, his expression was not visible. The little black bird had no idea what kinds of thoughts were racing through his mind, nor what disgust or fury he wore on his beautiful face.

(... Would it even be beautiful anymore if it was distorted by his wrath?)

Raven coughed. “Erm, I apologize if these accomodations are less... glamorous than what you are used to.”

“... This is about what I expected, Shetland potato,” Vil said at long last, his voice low—dripping with disappointment.

“It is...?”

“I was, after all, here for a number of previous birthday celebrations, though this attic space was more dressed up for those occasions. It’s looking a bit bare bones at the moment, I’m afraid, so it fails to make a lasting impression on me. The size and scale are nothing special, either—there is much work to be done before the festivities can begin proper.”

“Right, you were here for Rook’s birthday, and some others...” Raven’s voice trailed off as she followed Vil’s (highly critical) line of sight—which traced over unoccupied tables, down their legs, across the wall, up the ceiling...

She could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“Do you already have some decoration ideas in mind, Vil-senpai?” Raven offered hesitantly. “There is still plenty of time to set up for the party, and I’m sure your designer insight will be invaluable for that.”

“Hmm. Very well. Be thankful that I am giving you my advice. Typically, I would charge a fee for my beauty consultations—but seeing as this is for my own celebration, I shall make an exception.”

Vil smirked, planting his hands on his hips. “Leave this to me, Shetland potato. I will make this decrepit space absolutely beautiful—worthy of a queen’s coronation. Be certain to follow my every word so that we can achieve it.”

#Vil birthday takeover

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“Roi du Poison!!” Rook barrels through the door and hurtles himself at the birthday boy. Tucked under his arm is a large painting wrapped in cloth. “Bon anniversaire!! Your loyal vassal, Rook Hunt, has come to bequeath unto you your gift!! Without further ado... voilà!”

Vil had expected a painting of some sort, given the shape and scale of the wrapped object. If he recalled correctly, Rook, despite his outrageous atittude at times, was skilled in the arts. Thinking that he had provided a painting of “mon roi” would not have been a particularly strange guess to make.

What Vil was actually gifted was actually far, far more strange than that.

The moment Rook cast off the fabric, he revealed a pinboard dotted with beautiful golden butterflies. Paper flowers blossomed upon it, alongside several candid pictures of the birthday boy. Vil in his school uniform, Vil in his athletic wear, Vil in his dorm uniform, Vil in his ceremonial robes, Vil in his lab coat... and many more.

“What in the name of the Great Seven is this?”.

“A mood board!” Rook declared giddily. “Consider it a collage of images that invoke a certain feeling! Typically, there would be more variety in the items being shown, but... seeing as this is a gift for the fair Roi du Poison, I thought it only fitting to include only depictions of your image!”

“And what, pray tell, is the mood that this particular board is conveying?” Vil demanded, his brow pinching slightly.

“Inspiration!” Rook’s reply was immediate and earnest. “You are an inspiration to us all, Vil. Your beauty is like that of the brightest star in the night sky, guiding all that gaze upon you to a better, more beautiful future. That is what I believe in my heart of hearts.”

“There you go again, saying those sorts of overdramatic things... though I do not doubt that you have a good eye.” Vil smirked, running a finger along the wing of a golden butterfly. “Very well, I shall accept this... unconventional gift of yours.”

“Merci.” Rook tipped his hat—but when he replaced it, he found his dorm leader staring daggers at him.

“However, you had better not take more unsolicited photographs. People contract and pay to take pictures of me. There will be consequences if you are caught doing it again.”

“Oui, Roi du Poison.”

... Rook would just have to not be caught, then.

#Vil birthday takeover #twst shitpost #twst meme #twst edit

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"Vil Senpai! Happy Birthday!! I have this gift for you. Its a Chanel Perfume that i bought in Earth. What's Chanel? Oh its a Luxury designer brand back there in Earth. I thought that a luxury perfume will be perfect for a luxurios man. Oh! And this, i almost forgot. They are Chanel stilettos that would look absolutely beautiful and gorgeous on you. I hope you like it Senpai. Once again, Happy Birthday!! A beautiful person came to this world on this day 19 years ago!!"

“Simple, yet elegant,” Vil nodded, making quick note of the foreign brand’s aesthetic. “I look forward to wearing the new shoes in the future. I’m afraid it would be unseemly to swap footware mid-celebration—especially with guests eating, so I shall refrain from doing so.”

“As for the eau du parfum... I will gladly sample it.” He uncapped the bottle and spritzed a bit on his wrist, wafting it toward his nose with the other hand.

The aroma came alive, warmed by his blood flow. It flitted up to greet his nose—like an abstract work of art upon invisible wings. A full and complex floral, woven of roses and jasmine and topped with citrus notes, kissed Vil on the cheeks. Bourbon vanilla lingered afterward, leaving a mysterious trail behind.

“Mm, this aroma is—“

“Gah, where’s that flowery smell coming from? And why is it so damn strong?” came Leona’s disgruntled (and very opinionated) voice from elsewhere in the attic. He cursed his enhanced beastman senses.

Vil sighed. “Some people clearly have no taste. The perfume is lovely, potato—perfect for a midsummer’s day. Thank you for your thoughtfulness.”

#Vil birthday takeover

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(What happens when you throw a prince into the mix? A recipe for disaster, at least for Leona) Malleus smiled politely at the birthday boy *unlike the rude lion*, his posture cordial and elegant as always. “Congratulations, Schoenheit.” The dark fae said, just as he gave Vil his gift .A beautiful, velvety purple aster that resembled the night sky, its center gleaming like a miniature sun. “A fitting flower for a queen, don’t you agree? Do enjoy your festivities today, Schoenheit.”

[Referring to this post!]

***Spoilers for chapter 5!***

“Malleus. I’m honored to have someone so highly esteemed attending my function,” Vil replied, greeting his peer with a smooth bow. “While you are here, I must thank you once more for your assistance at VDC—“

“Think nothing of it. I wished to see your performance, and I did what I needed to in order to fulfill that desire,” Malleus replied coolly—almost dismissively. “Your gift, Schoenheit.”

He offered a single flower.

A deep violet aster.

By some miracle of magic, the petals were fuller than that of a normal aster, and they glittered in the light like the stars and moon in the sky. Even its yellow center seemed to radiate light and warmth, like the sun itself. The whole flower seemed to pulsate with life, despite being uprooted.

“An impressive enchantment,” Vil remarked, twirl the aster between his index finger and thumb.

“I see that I’ve met your high expectations.”

“You’ve certainly made up for my low ones.”

“Oi.”

Vil glanced up to find Leona making his way over, an annoyed look smeared on the beastman’s face.

“You got invited somewhere for once?” Leona scoffed at Malleus. “Congratulations, but I came here today specifically so I wouldn’t have to see your scaly face.”

Malleus’s eyes flared with a quiet rage, and he took on a cold tone. “Kingscholar. As impudent as ever. I was just in the middle of conversing with Schoenheit—I ask that you not interrupt.”

“Excuse me for disturbing your gossip session,” Leona said mockingly. “I’ll take my leave then... Is that what you expected me to say? Don’t order me around, you bastard.”

“Leona.” Vil’s voice was sharp. “Stop. I will not have quarreling at this party.”

“Yeah? And who’s going to stop m—“

“Ah, Roi du Dragon!!” A cheery voice rang out, silencing Leona. “So good of you to join us for Vil’s birthday celebration!”

“Hunt.”

The huntsman bounded over with a slice of cake in hand. He shoved it to Malleus, clasping his free hand in his (the fae prince grimaced, but Rook paid it no mind). “How wonderful it is to see three of Night Raven College’s most beautiful creatures in the same room at once!”

Rook dropped Malleus’s hands and wrapped an arm around Leona’s shoulder, the sparkle in his eyes never flickering. “I’m so very fortunate to be able to witness this moment with my own two eyes!!”

“Don’t touch me,” Leona snarled, abruptly jerking away. He glanced between Malleus and Rook, then scoffed. “Tch. Whatever. The weirdo has ruined my mood. I don’t feel like fighting you anymore.”

He turned on his heel and vanished into the crowd.

Vil expelled a sigh—another crisis averted. “That man... He is completely wild.”

The aster glowed, as if in agreement.

#Vil birthday takeover #spoilers