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okay, i have been gone for too long but i have a newfound obsession on vil schoenheit.

my thoughts about him in general:

in the sovereign state of elegance and beauty, schoenheit reigns supreme, a celestial being adorned in the fabric of dreams. with each graceful gesture, he weaves a tapestry of enchantment, his movements a symphony of fluidity and grace, a ballet of serenity upon life’s grand stage.

cloaked in garments that whisper tales of opulence and splendor, vil is a vision of sartorial perfection, his attire a canvas upon which the gods themselves have painted their finest masterpiece. from the sweeping lines of his regal coat to the delicate embroidery that adorns his silken shirts, every thread is spun with the essence of divine craftsmanship, enhancing the celestial beauty that is himself.

as the housewarden of pomefiore, his presence exudes an aura of quiet authority, a magnetic pull that draws others to him like stars to the night sky. with a gaze as deep and beguiling as the cosmos itself, his eyes hold the secrets of the universe, each glance a journey into the depths of eternity.

and his lips, plump and pink like petals kissed by the morning dew, they speak of passion and desire, of love unspoken and dreams untold. with each word that falls from them, he weaves a spell of enchantment, his voice a melody that echoes through the corridors of time.

in every aspect of his being, he is a testament to the beauty that lies within us all, a beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness. to know him is to dance with destiny, to embrace the sublime beauty that resides in the hearts of all who dare to dream. and as he moves through life with the grace of a being no comparable, he leaves in his wake a trail of wonder and awe, a legacy of beauty that will endure for all eternity.

the book mentions where he was furious:

whenever anger graces his visage, it’s as if the very essence of storm and flame converge in a tempest of beauty. his eyes, usually pools of serenity, now alight with fiery passion, pierce through the tumult with an intensity that rivals thunder’s roar.

each furrowed brow and clenched jawline tells a tale of power restrained, a tempest contained within the confines of a porcelain mask. yet, amidst the chaos, there remains a haunting elegance, a regal defiance that commands attention and reverence.

like a tempestuous symphony conducted by fate’s hand, his beauty in anger is a paradoxical dance of light and shadow, captivating all who dare to behold its mesmerizing splendor.

his adoring purple eyes, usually pools of captivating allure, now glint with an intensity born of simmering fury. within their depths, a tempest rages, swirling with unspoken words and suppressed emotions, veiled behind a facade of regal composure. yet, even in moments of seething rage, there remains a haunting allure to his gaze, drawing admirers in with a magnetic pull that defies explanation.

as the storm within him brews, the contrast of his radiant exterior and the silent turmoil beneath creates an aura of enigmatic beauty, a tapestry of contradictions woven with threads of gold and amethyst. and in the quiet intensity of his gaze, one cannot help but be ensnared by the mesmerizing allure of vil schoenheit, even as the tempest within threatens to consume all in its path.

i have little much time to admire guys, and i’m leaning a bit to leona with looking much onto him

#would anyone interest themselves with looking by the poem i made for malleus? #vil has me on chokehold after he snapped due to the jealous hand he was held with neige #this is my perspective of him #twisted wonderland #twst fluff #twst imagines #twisted wonderland vil #vil schoenheit #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader

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an investigation: my observations on malleus draconia’s voice, because for some reason he still has me on chokehold and no less– his voice actor got me obsessed with the character. (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

malleus, the enigmatic prince in briar valley, possesses a voice that commands attention and reverence to the people.

velvet baritone: his voice is deep and resonant, like velvet caressing the ears of those who hear it. it holds a natural authority, reflecting his royal lineage and regal demeanor.

ancient echoes: there’s a timeless quality to malleus’s voice, as if it carries the echoes of centuries past. it’s reminiscent of ancient dragons, stirring the imagination and invoking a sense of awe and wonder.

power and grace: his voice effortlessly balances power and grace, mirroring his dual nature as both a formidable prince and a gentle soul. it’s commanding yet soothing, capable of calming even the fiercest of storms.

magical resonance: a subtle magical resonance to malleus’s voice, hinting at the ancient magic that flows through his veins. it has the ability to captivate and enchant, drawing listeners into its spell with ease. (me, i’m listeners)

versatile range: while malleus’s default tone is commanding and majestic, he can also adapt his voice to convey a range of emotions. whether he's expressing warmth and kindness or solemnity and determination, his voice remains a powerful instrument of communication.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twst malleus #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland malleus #twst #im thirsting in a respectful way #this is all glorious masquerade’s fault #i stand by my case