Air Out Those Twisted Minds

A TWST blog where I can vent out my simping and writing ideas hehe~ And feel free to leave asks!

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

the older brother

dating ace’s older brother headcanons ig

a/n: ik he doesn’t have a canon name, but it’s really weird to just call him “ace’s older brother” all the time so . for the sake of clarity and me going barkbarkwoofwoof enough to write this, im going to name him “jay”

It’s almost impossible to even imagine falling for someone as intolerable as Ace’s older brother. Dealing with Ace in it of itself is a labor of love, as you dub it, his antics only turning into lovely acts of affection when the two of you get to know each other better. But Jay is another beast for you to tackle: someone who makes Ace run away whimpering with his metaphorical tail between his legs. Jay is everything you hate and desire all at once, someone who knows that people will inevitably fall for him and toys with that notion to the maximum.

A teasing lover, he lives to see your flustered face. Snarky comments and innocent gestures are a given, taking any chance he can to sneak a kiss to your lips or give you the signature shit-eating grin that seems to run between the Trappola brothers. It doesn’t help that it’s so, so difficult to stay mad at him, especially with that handsome face and charming mannerisms of his, always extricating himself from even the deepest and most monstrous of your furies.

He adores taking you out on dates—ones where he can show you off all he wants. Slinging his arm around your shoulder or waist, sneaking a sloppy kiss onto your cheek when people are all around, insisting on getting you whatever you want, he’s not like his immature younger brother. He’s Jay Trappola, for Great Seven’s sake! If there’s anything your cute heart desires, he’ll get it for you, even if it’s just to see you get all worked up and call him an idiot for being so loose with his money and his time.

Jay also loves calling you a variety of cheesy pet names. You sometimes wonder if he only ever learned how to date while in middle school, from the way he coos at you every now and then, but it’s endearing if he does it, right? Babe and sweetheart are common, but he isn’t afraid to sneak in something more daring every once in a while, calling you sugar bun and sweetcakes just to laugh loudly when you gasp and roll your eyes at him. Maybe he’s just hungry whenever he feels frisky enough to call you all these sugary nicknames.

You can most definitely see where Ace gets his mean streak from. Jay loves to hold the fact that he’s dating you over his younger brother’s constantly. Whenever Ace is around, Jay will pat his lap so you can sit in it, teasing Ace about how he’s yet to find himself someone he can spoil. Ace always pouts and punches Jay in the arm, grumbling at the two of you to take all your lovey-dovey crap to the bedroom (which, in turn, earns him a punch from both you and Jay).

All the shenanigans aside though, there are times when Jay’s more mature side shines through. He’s the sort of boyfriend who’s willing to pick you up at 3 am, no questions asked. He wants to keep you happy all the time, and he makes it clear that he’s by your side no matter what. If anything he does makes you uncomfortable or unhappy, he’ll immediately apologize and stop, finding some way to make it up to you. He wants to prove to you that he’s someone you can be serious yet have fun with: a whole package sort of guy.

You can never tell how genuine or not he is when he teases you with the prospect of marriage. Your cheeks always flare up with heat whenever he purrs to you coyly about the thought of becoming your husband and putting a sparkling ring on your finger, but it’s easy to dismiss it as another one of his everyday jokes. Little do you know how serious he is about the thought, waiting for the perfect chance on the perfect day to take the final step of your relationship and take you into his arms as a happily wedded couple.

“Awwwww, loosen up, won’t ya? Your face is going to get all wrinkled if you frown so much. Give me a big ol’ smile, babe, and you’ll make everything right as rain again!”

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SCREAMS lays dowb to stare at the ceiling what in the world its 9am its 9am its too early to clown but the 3am brain is settling hsshhsshshshshshshshshhshsshs holy mother of god THERES ANIPOLA HEADCANONS BARK WOOF

lays down jay is such a cute name stares up the ceiling he's the kind of bastard you'll find yourself falling in love with despite wanting to, like, haha smiles fucking german suplex him

"he purrs to you coyly about the thought of becoming your husband and putting a sparkling ring on your finger, but it’s easy to dismiss it as another one of his everyday jokes. Little do you know how serious he is about the thought, waiting for the perfect chance on the perfect day to take the final step of your relationship and take you into his arms as a happily wedded couple"

NOBODY TOUCH ME THIS IS TOO SOFT SCREAMS I REALLY CANT GG ITS THE THIRD DAY OF CLASSES AND IM THINKING OF SKIPPING TO JUST CONTEMPLATE THIS

[airitouttwst]

May You Grow Up Happily - Cordelia’s Birthday

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CORDELIA!!!! (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) Auntie’s so proud to be able to celebrate your birthday HUHUHU!! @takumipineapplexd​, your daughter is just so fun and adorable (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) My heart always squeezes whenever I hear about her and hnghhhh!!!! You and Jade must feel very blessed to have her, and I wish her and the two you only the best!!! ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ 

Continue living happily and with love (・ωｰ)～☆

With that, I present a gift! Just my headcanons on how Jade would feel about Cordelia’s birthday hehehe (ﾉ≧ڡ≦)

With just a few minutes before the clock strikes 12, Jade is already standing outside of Cordelia’s bedroom door with a whirlwind of emotions caged right next to his heart. He’s ecstatic, of course, because his wonderful, beautiful, amazing, and perfect daughter is turning a year older, but there’s also that lingering fear curling around his throat because she’s turning a year older. Already, his daughter is one year closer to the time she’ll decide to leave the nest and swim on her own, and Jade is, as much as he’ll deny it, fearful of that time. 

Yet, when his phone buzzes to notify him of the time, Jade nonetheless enters his daughter’s room and makes his way towards her bed. She’s still sleeping, quiet and incoherent babbles escaping her mouth from whatever sweet dream she’s having, and Jade carefully takes a seat by her bedside and runs his fingers through the hair that she’d inherited from her mother.

When his daughter unconsciously leans her head into his touch and a sleepy murmur of “Papa…” leaves her, Jade’s worries and fears for the future are immediately swept away with the surge of love and adoration that he feels for this small child that represents the fondness that he and Taku hold for one another.

His daughter is turning a year older, and isn’t that such a feat? It’s already been this many years since she’d been born and he’d nervously held her in his arms for the first time, wondering if this was the right way to carry her and oh so very scared to drop her, and Cordelia had washed away all of his fears when she’d calmed down from her crying and dozed against his chest.

With one of the best memories replaying in his head, Jade leans down and presses a kiss against Cordelia’s forehead. “Happy birthday, sweetie,” he murmurs as he soothes his thumb over her temple. “May you grow up happily and healthily.” He watches her for a few more moments, memorizing her content features before he brings up her blanket and tucks her in.

He quietly wishes her a good night, knowing that she couldn’t possibly hear him with how deeply she’s sleeping, and silently makes his way out of her bedroom and back to his.

When he slips back into the bed he shares with Taku, he doesn’t hesitate to bring his arm over her waist and pull her closer to him until she’s nestled against his body. Like puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly. He hears her mutter something, probably a complaint about being disturbed, but he relishes in the way she doesn’t pull away and instead presses her back further against his chest as if seeking his warmth.

He buries his face into her hair, her scent a relaxing balm to his nerves. It doesn’t take him too long for him to feel the dredges of sleep creeping up from the back of his head; within minutes, he’s already asleep with plans for his daughter’s surprise birthday later.

Jade just really wants to give Cordelia another happy memory.

Part 1 - Fin~

[airitouttwst]

May Minsan Lang na Nagdugtong

( English Translation: There are only a few that connect )

A scene that I wrote for a friend! With all the smiles and laughs she’d gotten from me, I’d want to return the favor and brighten up her day! ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ This is for you, @smitten-lass​.

[Scene beneath the cut, nothing nsfw wwwww]

Thump, thump, thump, thump—

At the echo of an unbearably familiar heartbeat slipping into his sensitive ears, Lilia merely closes his eyes in response to the sudden tightening of his chest.

Thu-Thump, Thu-Thump, Thu-Thump, unsteadily goes his own heart. Unconsciously, he lifts his hand and places it over his chest where he could feel its excited beating.

He doesn’t make any effort to look over his shoulder.

After all, no other would have a heart’s song as beautiful as yours.

No other would ever compare to how the continuous pulsing of your life would always invoke a sense of tranquility to settle deeply into his bones, to seep right into his veins, to soothe him in a way that was no less but still so different from the feeling that Silver or Sebek of even Malleus would leave on him.

He’s not sure if he’s been blessed or cursed to be one of the few capable of hearing such a sweet song from your chest.

“Lilia?” Your even sweeter voice resounds out. “What are you doing up here”

He hears your question loud and clear, as he always does with what comes out of your mouth, but he merely sends you a smile as he pats the area beside him.

“Will you sit with me?” He asks you, the groove in the roof’s tiles the only thing he can feel through the fabric of his gloves. Sneakily, his mind whispers a thought to him.

What would your hair feel in his hand?

He shakes the thought from his head when he feels you settle down beside him, your presence a warm comfort to him in the midst of this cold.

“It’s kind of dangerous to sit here, you know,” you tell him, trying to sound nonchalant, but Lilia has known you well enough to understand the concern in your voice. “Wouldn’t it be better to sit inside? I could prepare something warm for us to drink,” is your kind offer.

As much as Lilia wants to enjoy something prepared by you, he knows that it would only furtherly muddle the conflict within him, the thoughts raging inside of his mind, the feelings he has kept within his lungs.

“But it’d be so difficult to watch the sunrise from inside,” is what he tells you, a crooked smile adorning his lips. He’s sure that something must show in his eyes, because a frown graces your features.

“…Lilia,” you say his name again and oh, oh, what a delight it would be if his name would be the first to fall from your lips every morning, would be the last name you’d say every night.

He realizes that he’d probably zoned out for too long, his mind at a place that has yet to be of reach to him (will it ever be?).

When he finally focuses back on reality, he sees you reach out to him, cautiously, because you probably remember the last time you’d attempted this.

However, in stark contrast to how he’d flinched away from you the first time, Lilia leans in ever so slightly until the tips of your fingers brushes against his forehead.

It takes you a moment to build the confidence to properly place your hand over his forehead, the warm skin of your palm a soothing balm to his cold skin.

“…Are you really alright?” You ask him, a furrow between your brows that he’d so love to gently rub out.

He…doesn’t quite know how to answer that question.

Yes, would be a lie, but so would a, No.

To answer with either would be a lie that would burn on his tongue, leaving it to fester until all he can taste for weeks on end is ash—after all, Lilia had never even once told a lie to you, never could no matter how much he may twist his words.

And, by the way his gut curdles with something dreary and unignorable, something he won’t be starting any time soon.

“My days have been enjoyable as of late,” he tells you instead, a wistful smiling curling his lips into something softer and kinder than usual. It’s not a lie, technically, since he has been enjoying himself for the past months.

After all, how could he be anything but that?

Never in his wildest dreams had he ever believed in this, much less expected this; yet, here you were, an enchanting being with a song so sweet, becoming a part of his life.

“Silver and Sebek are still always fighting, of course,” he continues, his voice sounding faint even to his own ears, or maybe that’s just the cotton filling his head? “But they wouldn’t be to stretch their wings out if they let themselves slack off from their training. The two are great points of motivation for the other…”

He pauses, though, when his attention hyperfixates itself to your touch. His heart sinks when you pull your hand away, your skin leaving his, but his heart stops, though, when, instead of taking back your hand, you instead places it atop his head.

“Is this okay?” You ask him, something hesitant and nervous crossing your features. You’re trying not to meet his gaze, but it’s like there’s something there in his eyes that calls out to you the very same way your heart calls out to him.

Thu-Thump, Thu-Thump, Thu-Thump—

Ah.

Something clicks into place in his mind at that very moment, realization pulling the heavy weight off of his shoulders.

Lilia has always been aware of his attraction to you—from the way his heartbeat would quicken whenever you were in close proximity, the warmth that would always linger on his hand through his glove from when he’d pat your head or hold your shoulder, and to the way he’d surreptitiously listen in to any topic about you, an insatiable thirst to get to know you better.

Yet, it was this kind of attraction that….gave him this problem in the first place.

He’d be lying if he’d said he wasn’t afraid of what the future holds, of what might happen to him, to his family, to his liege, and, most of all, to you.

Time had always passed by much too quickly for him, and it wouldn’t be long before these days would turn into nothing but memories for him to look back on.

And…when even more time would pass, he might even forget about all of this.

Lilia didn’t want that. He didn’t want to forget about someone like you, something that is you, everything about you. Just the very thought of it is enough to send a faint tremble to his fingers.

Yet…what reason did he have to doubt himself?

What reason did he have to stop himself from accepting his feelings—from loving you?

All the things he’d forgotten about had been inconsequential, had been about things and people who were long gone and hadn’t left a single mark on him.

So how could he, who’s been moved and affected by even the littlest things you’d do, ever forget about you?

He raises his gaze to meets yours, holds it for as long as he can as the sun finally climbs over the horizon to grace your features with a canvas of red and orange light.

He digs his fingers into the roof, feeling some of the tails depress beneath his strength.

To hope for a life with you…

To wish for a future where you were by his side…

To finally act out on his feelings for you…

It would be alright for him to be selfish, yes?

[airitouttwst]

Pick one twst boy that you would like to be bestfriend with! >w<)

!!! I’ve actually given this some serious thought before in one of my conversations with my best friend, and I can undoubtedly, confidently, and crackheadedly say that I would like to be best friends with Vil Schoenheit.

Why? (✪‿✪)ノ Hehehehe. As much as I’d like to bring out my PowerPoint of Vil, I’ll just say it frankly instead: he’s a hard worker. I’ve always admired people who put their all into things and, yes, he may have a sharp tongue, but I can see that, deep inside, he’d rather see everybody else bloom to the best of their capabilities because he truly believes they’re capable of it. Yes, he pushes and pushes and pushes to the point that he’s being bossy and disdainful, but Vil has shown to be quite the considerate character to others and he plans. Do you know how sexy is that?? Idk but I give anybody who plans ahead of time a point in my mind wwww (๑￫ܫ￩) Furthermore! He’s very attentive to his appearance, which I admire, since it’s important to take care of one’s appearance!! As much of a handful it can be, it’ll really benefit you in the great run and you don’t have to be model-gorgeous or anything—just take care of yourself and give yourself some self-care because you deserve it, honestly.

Hnghhhh. I can’t wait for Chapter 5 tbh (even though I momentarily forgot about this what with the number of events we got coming thru (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ)

Do ya’ll think Floyd might be in the event after Halloween? Because if so, I have to pull

[bobrynn]

Kalim went from "I'll have her home by 9 sir" to "she calls me daddy too"

[airitouttwst]

😭😂😭😂

[lolitsleia]

Happy Birthday Leech Twins

The hair looks blue-r here, huh, oh well.

I lost my sense of time and thought their birthday was still in 2 days, but no

Finish this in one day so I could go back to my beloved assignments

Also, since I draw them, please come home ;_;)

[airitouttwst]

Happy Birthday, Floyd! Happy Birthday, Jade! 🥳

[airitouttwst]

Please make a scenario about reader x Malleus having a night stroll together ❤️❤️❤️

(UEEEEE Sorry, anon (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) but my brain decided to boost itself and your scenario request turned into a long scene! Huhuhu, I hope that you’ll still be able to enjoy this! (*ﾉ∀`*))

Setting: Set in the future where Malleus and Reader have long since graduated from NRC and are now a happily if a bit always preoccupied married couple.

These days, It’s a rare thing for you and Malleus to have time to yourselves. What with him having to govern over the Valley of Thorns and you having to learn the ropes of being his consort, the only time that the two of you were able to have with one another would be during your waking hours and just minutes before the two of you had to go to bed.

Yet, as if the Thorn Witch herself had found some semblance of pity for the two of you, an open plot had synched in both of your schedules.

It was just a brief moment, incomparable to the busy hours that the both of you had spent away from the other; still, you’d found yourself striding across halls and arches, your heart beating a mile a minute because—

Malleus, malleus, malleus, had been the only thought racing through your mind.

Still, you’d found yourself nearly colliding with Malleus when both of you had turned the same corner, his arm around your waist the only thing that had prevented you from falling to your butt.

You’d locked eyes with him then, seen the way his pupils had dilated ever so slightly at the sight of you, and you’d understood then and there, without having to exchange any words, that he’d had the same idea as you.

He’d missed you just as much as you’d missed him.

Which is why, when he’d gathered you up in your arms and thrown the soft fabric of his cloak over you, you’d merely shut your eyes and pressed your face against his chest, inhaling his warm, warm, warm scent and basking in it because oh, you’d missed this.

You’d stayed quiet as you felt the familiar static of magic pass over your skin, trusting in Malleus to bring you somewhere safe—like, maybe, your bedroom?

That’s why, when he’d unfurled his cloak from around you, you’d been sorely disappointed when you recognized the gigantic thorned vines twisting into arches and into valleys until it created a dangerous forest that not dare to walk past the only thorn-free path.

Malleus had brought you to the forest nearest to the castle.

“It’s not bad to move your body once in a while, dear,” is the explanation he gives you when you turn to look up at him with a deadpanned gaze. “And besides, wouldn’t you say that it’s a nice night to have a walk underneath the moon?” He smiles impishly at you as he holds his hand out, the emeralds of his eyes might as well giving the stars dotting the star above a run for their money.

How could you ever deny your husband such a little thing?

“I’d been hoping that we’d be doing something else,” is your playful murmur as you slip your hand into his, your fingers involuntarily interlacing out of sheer habit. At the sensation of an arm around your back, you make sure to press yourself as close to him as you can, taking heed in his silent gesture for you to stick next to him because who knows what mischievous creatures linger within the depths of this forest?

A low yet distinct rumble reverberates from deep within your husband’s chest, the vibrations echoing against your body from the strength of it. When you look up, you see that Malleus is staring down at you with an inexplicably fond expression and you have to tone down the goosebumps trailing down your back when you feel his other hand find a place against your hip, the pad of his thumb rubbing gentle and little circles there.

“And whatever may that be?” He asks as he leans in close to you, his nose just barely touching yours. “Is there no greater joy than to merely be in one another’s company?” He questions as he stares deeply into your eyes. “Would my dearly beloved be willing to educate me as to what kind of thoughts linger in their mind?” He asks you, his hand on your hip snaking up a bit to rest on your abdomen.

Maybe years ago, back when you were still students and curiously circling around each other, you would have believed his obliviousness; now, with a couple of years of marriage under your belt, though?

With neither an ounce of hesitation nor fear, you bring your other hand up and give him a little pinch on the nose.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you answer him, making sure to put up the best innocent expression that you can muster.

Of course, just as much as you know him and his tricks, Malleus himself understands you and your own tricks as well.

Gently, he shakes his nose free from your grasp before delivering a shadow of a kiss against your wrist.

“If that is what you say, dear,” is his all too knowing response.

You narrow your eyes at him; before you can say anything, though, he suddenly leans away and straightens his back.

“Shall we have our short walk?” He asks, waiting for your response. When you begrudgingly give it, he smiles at you in a way that a big of his sharp canines are revealed to you, his inexplicable amusement at your predicament practically clear for all the forest to see.

The two of you manage a few short minutes of peaceful silence together, letting yourselves be taken in by the mysterious, and admittedly romantic, atmosphere that the forest gives. There’s hardly any light to illuminate your path, the moon’s light from above only casting a dim guide for the both of you; this doesn’t matter, though, since you’re fully aware of your husband’s capability to lead the both of you safely even deeper without a thorn snagging on any of your clothes.

Yet, the silence is broken by Malleus who turns his head to properly face you.

“Why so quiet now?” He asks you and you can see by the expression twisting his features that he’s truly concerned over your wellbeing. “Is this why you didn’t want to go on a walk? Are you feeling unwell?” He comes to a stop to properly check on you, his hand fluttering from your forehead and to neck to check for your temperature.

A warm and fluffy feeling blooms from within your chest, a rush of something filling your lungs and, oh, how could you ever forget the amount of adoration you hold for this fae?

“I’m alright,” you tell him as you lean into his touch, the flower within you unfurling even further when he curls his fingers just underneath your eye and his palm becomes a steady weight for your cheek to lay against. “Just...I just really missed these kinds of things. These little dates that we have together,” you admit to him.

You try not to meet his stare, too embarrassed to see what kind of look he’s wearing in response to your honesty.

However, you’re forced to meet his gaze when his other hand comes up to cup your other cheek and he gently, always so gently, turns your head to properly face him.

You feel your cheeks warm even further when you see Malleus stare at you with wide eyes, his painted lips gaping ever so slightly, and a hint of red dusting over his pale skin.

“Truly?” He asks you in a soft voice. “Do you wish for more times like these?”

When you don’t answer, he probs you again but with your name this time.

At the sincere and open way that Malleus is looking at, you force yourself to meet his eyes, feeling as shy as you had so many years ago when you’d asked if, possibly, it would be alright for somebody like you to stay in a world where you didn’t belong.

“Of course,” is your answer. “I’d want nothing more than to spend my days with you.”

Then, just as those words had escaped your mouth, you feel your head be tilted back before a pair of warm and soft lips meet your own.

It’s a chaste kiss that Malleus gives to you, definitely tamer than the ones he’d given to you before, but the sheer sensation of your lips pressing up against his own is enough to revitalize your whole body.

When the two of you pull away, there’s a line of electricity that connects the both of your gazes, tension suddenly a heavy weight on both of your shoulders.

“...We have to go back,” you manage to find the words to say. You brace yourself to pull away from, even as much as you don’t want to, and you’re none too surprised that your husband doesn’t one-bit budge. “Malleus,” you say his name, hoping to make it sound like a warning, but even to you, it sounds weak.

“I’ll find a way,” Malleus tells you, making you arch your brows at him. “I’ll find a way to let us have more time with each other,” he tells you with all the seriousness in the world.

You smile at him, at this silly, silly man who’d chosen you out of so many other people. At this man who you too had chosen out of everything that you had going for you back at your original world.

“I doubt you’d be able to,” you giggle as you reach a hand up to push a strand of hair behind his ears. “You’d have to make more hours in the day if you don’t want us to neglect our duties to the people.”

At the contemplative expression that appears on Malleus’s face, you laugh at him and pat his cheek thrice.

What a silly man you’d come to love.

[airitouttwst]

Do you, um, have any headcanons about Ace's big bro? 😳 Share?? Please??

A CRASH COURSE ON ANIPOLA 101

[Courtesy of @bobaryn​. I’m finally bringing my shit-simping of Anipola to Tumblr huhuhuhuhuhuhu)

Hi, anon! Sorry it took me some time to answer this (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ), but I had to collect my thoughts because of the powerful brain rot that I inadvertently inflicted upon myself when I was going through my powerpoints ueeeeeeee (ಥ﹏ಥ)

For the sake of being attentive and mindful to spoilers to personal stories, lemme just put the data underneath the line wwww. There’s nothing NSWF btw wwww. We can save that for another ask? BAHAHA (I’ll get k-worded)

Okay, okay, game time, game time (✪‿✪)ノ

(The following information below has been cited informally via CSE-style; for the ones without citations at the end, those are purely headcanons of Anipola mostly as a sibling to Ace and my inane simp-talk about him. This is not in any way meant to be academic.)

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Who is Anipola?

Anipola is the slang and informal reference to Ace’s older brother. 

Not much is known about him in canon.

Exceptions being [1]:

He is an alumni of Night Raven College.

He is 7-years older than Ace Trappola.

He was sorted out into the Heartslabyul Dormitory.

He has been not only a thorn to Ace’s side but also one of the prominent guiding lights during his childhood and younger adolescent years.

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HEADCANON 1: The “Annoying Older Sibling”

When Ace was younger, Anipola had blown out all the candles of his birthday cake and woah did they have a huge fight over it www [2].

Furthermore, during another one of Ace’s birthdays, Anipola brought out a really cool watch and showed it to Ace who’d believed it was going to be his [2].

Anipola: “Psyche, just a joke hahaha. Here, have this other gift. Just kidding~ That’s empty toooo—wah! Hey, no, don’t pull my hair!”  < (The dialogue is just my headcanon to what happened wwww).

From this we, can suppose that Anipola may also have a trickster characteristic and you expect to be teased by him. And, hey, maybe he’ll even pull some pranks on you sometimes? (人◕ω◕)

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HEADCANON 2: A “Mentor” to Ace

Anipola is very good with magic tricks, especially card ones, and has displayed this during Ace’s birthday parties [2]. Furthermore, he’d taught Ace a few tricks with the sole exception of card tricks—here, Anipola stubbornly refused to teach Ace who eventually learned how to do it himself by attentively watching his brother’s hand movements [3].

As harsh as this may sound, this could also be taken in as a lesson. Anipola could have wanted to teach Ace to be able to be somewhat independent, having him hone his skills for copying techniques and fleshing it out into Ace’s current ability right now as shown by how talented he is with imitating Rook Hunt’s example of speaking in the language of moles after just being demonstrated once! [3]

From this, we can assume that Anipola is good with his hands ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and really just wants Ace to be the very best version of himself.

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HEADCANON 3: In spite of being a thorn in Ace’s side, Anipola is a really good older brother

Ace has explicitly mentioned of how happy and proud Anipola had been when he’d learned that Ace had been accepted into Night Raven College and even into Heartslabyul [1].

He’d given Ace some advice such as: “When you’re lying, mix a bit of truth in it” and also on the best spots as to where to stay when skipping classes—the courtyard being a prime example [4].

From this, we can see a bit more of Anipola’s cunning and sly attitude that Ace himself could have been influenced by. Take note that I’m NOT saying that Ace himself is a carbon copy or Anipola or vice-versa, since the two are their own characters and have their own personalities and struggles. What I’m saying that Ace could have found Anipola to be his role model, even if he would deny it, and Anipola, in turn, has a significant amount of trust in Ace to not get himself into too much trouble (e.g. fail a year because of so many absences from class) with how he’s encouraged Ace’s truant behavior. Also, he just wants his younger brother to have a generally good time while in school. He’s a good older brother UEEEEEEEEE ╥﹏╥

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HEADCANON 4: Close with his family

I don’t have solid enough evidence for this, but it has been mentioned that the Trappola Family have little competitions at home (like with card tricks) [2], and this could signify that the family has relatively good relations with each other. But I don’t want to assume just yet, with the lack of evidence.

BUT I DO WANNA SAY THAT UEEEEEEEEE MY BRAIN IS ROTTING AT THIS THOUGHT UEEEE. I LEGIT SHED SOME TEARS FOR THIS BECAUSE CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE?!?!? THE TRAPPOLA FAM JUST DUKING IT OUT, ALL SERIOUS LIKE BECAUSE THEY DON’T WANNA LOSE, AND THAT’S SOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! б（＞ε＜）∂ I WANNA ATTEND THAT COMPETITION TOO UEEEEEEEEEEEE

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Reference List: 

[1] Ace Trappola’s R School Uniform [2] Ace Trappola’s SSR Birthday Suit [3] Ace Trappola’s SR Ceremony Robes [4] Ace Trappola’s SSR Dorm Uniform

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A simple Laundromat’s Thoughts:

Thank you for tuning in to such an embarrassing thing (´﹃｀) HUHUHUHU but this is what I generally feel about Anipola. 

I’ve only ever seen him in fanarts or fanworks, showcased in a way that he might have been his time’s Heartslabyul Dorm Leader, a Jack of Hearts version, one of the motivators to have Ace betray NRC (Ace betrayal is merely a theory and not canon! www), demon version, him in his NRC days, generally being a good older brother, visiting Ace during the Halloween event, and visiting Ace during the VDC competition. One thing in common is that he has the same eyes as eyes and, 96% of the time, has the same shade of hair as him.

But, most importantly, all these talented artists have illustrated him in such a handsome way and, to all of you, thank you. You’re all amazing and god, do I just slave away for your works. When I’m more stable in the future, I’d like to be able to commission you for your works or even send payments to you because (ಥ﹏ಥ) they’re all so beautiful holy shit.

In any case, the people in the discord server I’m in get to see me get utterly wrecked by just a single mention of him in chat or even a fanart of him UEEEEE. I’m very very grateful for the server, though, since I get so much food from there (´﹃｀). If ever Yana-sensei gives him an official character design, I’d grovel over and scream until my throat is hoarse—but for now, though, I’m safe and in despair because HNGHHH ANIPOLAAA

Oh oh! If any of you know any Tumblr people who post or like Anipola, pls feel free to message me ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

[airitouttwst]

Miss Witch, which dorm is your favorite? And if you are a student of NRC, which dorm do you think you will get sorted in? 👀

Oh!!! Which dorm would be my favorite, you ask? 

✨(✾♛‿♛)      O C T A V I N E L L E      (♛‿♛✾)✨

As much as I’m a Trampoline (Pogoline), I dearly favor the Octavinelle Dorm. The very minute I saw its layout and design in the game, I immediately fell in love with it! Everything seems so beautiful and enchanting, from its very exterior to the furnishings of its interior (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) I can imagine myself just walking around and enjoying the sight, and I’d definitely stay in Monstro Lounge as much as I could! The bg music from it is already one of my favorite things to listen to while I’m studying and writing, and it would surely rank high on my go-to places for a date if ever it existed (and I’d also wanna try out their food and drinks wwww).

However, as much as I’d want to say that I’d belong in Octavinelle, I doubt my soul would reach its parameters huhu (ಥ﹏ಥ). I remember being introduced to some TWST quizzes online before, and the results I’d get from every single one would always say that I’m suited for Diasomnia. Idk how or why, especially since I don’t have magic so I can’t be good at that www, but my RL friends had agreed that I’d be suited for that dorm since I “fit the vibe” and could possibly be a Sebek-Lilia hybrid kinnie.

(༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) I mean, I did some things that would merit me to be that kind of kinnie but EFDCXZEFHDVFCEFCUX I’m a Vargas kinnie ya’ll (〃´∀｀)

[airitouttwst]

Mmm since your favorite chara is Ace... I would like to see a scenario about Ace teasing fem!reader 😳😳😳 please, dear Witch?

(FVYCXRFDB ANON FRVBDBXVEFCN ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME WITH THIS REQUESTTTTTT (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) UEEEEEEEEEE I COULDN’T WRITE STRAIGHT FOR A FEW MINUTESS)

A low and smooth chuckle rings out in the air, the sound of it alone enough to send a bolt of electricity shooting down your spine where a trail of goosebumps follow after its wake.

A hand touches your cheek—his hand, and your cheeks involuntarily heat up in response to the slight chill seeping from his skin. That, and, well, with the way Ace is looking at you.

“Just with this,” coos Ace, that irritatingly cocky smirk in place. “You’re already so red~”

It’s clear enough to you that he’s having fun with your current predicament, all backed up against a corner in one of the least-traversed hallways of the building with Ace the only blockage to your route to freedom. Any other day, you would have entertained him, happy to trade barbs with him; however, you’d been a bit too lax in doing your paperwork for the past week so, if ever you don’t start working on it today, you can expect a very good lecture from Professor Crewel tomorrow morning.

"Sorry, Ace,” you apologize to him, mustering up a small smile for him and meaning it because, oh, how you’d rather play than work right now. “But I’m kinda busy right now, can we take a rain check on this?” 

You make a move to escape his cage, prepared to duck underneath his arm, but Ace proves how agile he can be with the right motivation. Before you know it, you find yourself suddenly pressed between the uncomfortable wall and Ace’s body.

“Wha—!” is what hurriedly escapes out of your mouth. it takes you a moment to process your position but, when you do, you’re not that amused anymore. “Ace, what the—”

You go silent and a bit cross-eyed at the index finger against your lips. 

“Running away so soon?” The smirk that had been playing on his lips is gone, replaced instead with a frown to match the disappointed etch to his features. “Don’t you want to spend a little more time with me? It’s been so long, after all,” he pouts as he trails his index finger across your bottom lip.

You don’t miss how his gaze minutely falls to how you ever so slightly part your lips.

Briefly, he takes his finger away, but it’s only to properly hold your chin and tilt your head back a bit so that he’s able to get a proper look of you. 

Yet, despite the vulnerable arrangement you’re in, you still have the audacity to roll your eyes at him because, really, Ace?

“We were just together an hour ago,” is your smart retort and, to spite him, you arch an eyebrow at him.

Judging by the way Ace narrows his eyes at you, you’re guessing he didn’t quite like that sort of response from you. 

“Still, what’s this sudden rush to get away from me?” Ace asks you, matching your raised brow and sweeping his thumb over the area of your chin before it finds its place back to your bottom lip. “I thought you enjoyed my company?” He chuckles, leaning his face down just so until his nose is merely a hair’s breadth from touching yours. 

With how close the both of you are, you’re hyperaware of the fact that you’re able to feel just even the slightest exhale from against your lips.

“Hey.” The way he drawls your name out makes you shiver, something that definitely doesn’t escape Ace’s attention with how his eyes have gone a darker shade of red.

Reflexively, you swallow the imaginary lump in your throat. You already know what he’s going to ask next.

“Won’t you play with me?”

[airitouttwst]

Hi! May I request a cute cuddling time with Deuce? (*´∀`*)

(UEEEEEE THIS GOT ME SO SOFTTTT)

It’s the cold seeping into his skin that first wakes him up, the chill crashing over his nerves that gradually light up until his consciousness stirs from the deep and quite peaceful sleep that he’d been having.

Groggily, Deuce opens his eyes, and immediately his vision is swamped by the bright light coming from the television that’s still blaring quietly with the sound of a movie playing out on screen.

It takes him a few long seconds to process this, but, ah, oh yeah. He’d come by earlier to your place since you’d been raving about getting a copy of that one classic movie that Cater-senpai had recommended to you and you’d invited him out on the premise that, maybe, would he want to watch it with you? Since Grim and Ace had their own plans for the evening? And so that they could unwind from the week’s work?

Of course, Deuce had agreed.

As if he could ever deny you anything.

Which brings him to here, sitting on the couch and staring blearily at the television. It takes him another moment to realize something significant.

Where were you?

However, just before he could stand up to go searching for you, he notices an unexpected weight leaning against his shoulder and, when he curiously checks, his heart nearly leaps out of his throat.

Wha-wha-what—?!

His mind is unable to compute properly, the very sight of your adorably dozing face pressing up against his bicep is enough to render him into a buffering mess.

The sound he makes in his throat must have come out loudly, because you suddenly stir and press even closer to him, your brows coming down to make a deep crease just above the bridge of your nose.

Something inside of Deuce rears its head, curious and tempted at the same time, and he’s unable to hold himself back from reaching out to you.

He halts, though, when he notices that he’s still wearing his gloves.

...It would be rude to touch you with his gloves on, wouldn’t it?

He purses his lips, though, because it’s not like he can easily remove it, what with you leaning against his arm and effectively trapping his other hand in between his and your thigh. 

With no other idea in mind, he takes the easiest route he can see and tugs it off with his teeth. It takes him a bit of time, the fit of it clinging to his fingers, but it eventually slides off and his hand is able to breathe a little easier.

He stares at the back of his hand for a moment, and it’s just so easy to reminisce about all those times when his knuckles hadn’t always been so bare, hadn’t always been so clean, had once been filthy because of his violent delinquent past.

...Would it be alright? He wonders, turning to look back down at you. Would it be alright for me to touch you with these hands? 

Yet, in spite of his internal conflict, Deuce has always been just a little greedy. He’d tried to cover up that side of him once he’d entered Night Raven College, but being around you has made it so hard for him to keep it restrained, to keep it under lock and key, to keep it only inside of him.

...Just a little won’t hurt, he thinks with guilt curling in his gut yet with his heart firming with resolve.

Tentatively, he reaches out to you once more, his heartbeat rising ever so gradually, but the tips of his fingers eventually come into contact with the crease between your brows. He waits with bated breath for you to open your eyes; when you don’t, he summons up what courage he has left to smooth the pad of his thumb over the crease until it’s gone and your expression eventually irons out into one of content.

Quickly, Deuce snatches his hand back and looks away. 

He firmly presses his lips together, squeezes his eyes shut, and furrows his brows. 

Yet, despite the way his features are twisted into, all that’s rolling out in his head is a loud yell of victory because, HNGH, he did it! He got to touch you! He got to make you look peaceful! He got to see your sleeping face! And! You’re! Still! Sleeping! Against! His! Shoulder!

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHHHH!!!!!

[airitouttwst]

OH MY GOOOSSHH THE BAKING WITH TREY REQUEST IS KILLING MEEE I WISH I WERE THE CREAM THANK YOU SO MUCH _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ anyway, do you have a nickname? Like, what should we call you? 😳

Oh! Σ(･口･) I didn’t expect a question like this, tbh, since I never gave any thought to this omg.  (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) My own nickname—urkkkkkkkkkkk hmmm hmmmm.

Aha! ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ I’ve never been the creative kind so I’ll just stick with the nn that I’ve been going by before wwww.

Nice to meet you, everyone! You can call me Witch wwww. Isn’t that a funny thought, though? A witch doing laundry (ﾉ≧ڡ≦) But I wouldn’t mind if you give me another nickname hehe! Air sounds good, ne? 

I hope you’ll all have a fun time on this blog and know that my ask box is open wwww. I’ll try to answer it as soon as I can because writing has always been something that takes my stress away and all of the requests so far have been *chef’s kiss*.

Hope you all have a good day ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

[airitouttwst]

Can I get a cute baking lesson with Trey, please?

"What's this?" Trey laughs out a bright and jubilous sound that rings out pleasantly in your ears. There's a big smile stretched out upon his lips, his cheeks brought high as a consequence of it and it's plain ot see that his eyes are glowing with mirth. You've seen him with an expression like this, but only ever directed to Riddle, and you can't help but wallow in the light feeling coursing through your veins because of how happy he looks. Towards you.

"We're supposed to be making the food, not making you the food," he chuckles as he reaches out to you. Distinctly, you feel the pad of his thumb swipe over the corner of your cheek and you feel brain immediately focus in on that spot. With reddening cheeks, you watch as he brings his thumb over to his mouth, a bit of light blue cream marring the pad.

Then, to your utter suffering and delight, you're vulnerable to witness the way the pink of his tongue sweeps out of his mouth to take the cream in.

Already, you can feel that voice in your mind screaming at such an unfair thing.

You wish you were the cream.

"Though." Trey's gaze meets your own, holding it. "I can't say that you wouldn't taste good."

You feel the air get knock out of your lungs when those words leave his lips. Something must shown on your face—probably your wide eyes or your gaping mouth —because Trey replaces the look on his face with something awkward and amused.

"Ahahahahaha," awkwardly laughs Trey after he's done running his tongue over his bottom lip ot check for any stray cream. He has his other hand on the back of his neck, rubbing the area there several times as his expression eventually twists into one of irony. "Even to me, this sounds like something Cater would say himself, ne?" He asks you jokingly.

Still, you can't deny the way his eyes darken ever so slightly when he catches sight of something on your face, something that he particularly likes.

Cute baking lesson, you think, wanting to both cry and cheer because this has been one of the best and worst ideas you've ever had. Hopefully, I survive this scotfree and with a new brownie recipe!

[airitouttwst]

(not a request, I just want to have a lil chat with you!) Your writings are great! ❤️ Who is your fav Twst chara?

Hiiii! Oh oh, this is my first time getting an ask like this, and I’m really excited to answer this hehehehe (・ωｰ)～☆ 

My favorite character would be Ace Trappola (ﾉ≧ڡ≦) I didn’t quite like him at first, tbh. In fact, I wanted to pull his hair out for being so mean to MC and Grim; however, surprise surprise, he grew  on me like mold to bread and I can’t help but squeal whenever he does something teasing and whenever he does the face, you get me? When his eyes darken and he looks at you with a big smirk? FEWBDUCBEFDSHCXDHSCGDEFCB—time to rot my brain.

HOWEVER! Though this character doesn’t have an official design yet but has been mentioned by Ace, I’m actually really much more intrigued by his older brother, Anipola ;_; And there’s not a single day that goes by where my mind is clear from this thought fvcfedcbx hngh.

Hope you have a good day! ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

[airitouttwst]

Hello! I saw your post about studying with Trey! May I request a study session with Jamil please? 😳❤️

(Of course, dearie!)

“You did better this time,” appraises Jamil as he scans over your quiz paper. 

You’d come to him some weeks ago, reluctant and somewhat embarrassed, and asked if he could teach you a few topics in Magical Alchemy that you were having some difficulties with. He’d have turned it down—you were neither a Scarabia student nor anything of importance to him, so he didn’t really see any advantage to helping you when he already had his hands full with Kalim and club activities.

He’d opened his mouth, a rejection lying heavily on his tongue, but then you’d cut him off and pleaded to him once more, promising him that you’d make it up to him in some way.

And, with how desperate you’d seemed, Jamil couldn’t quite find it in himself to turn you down. So long as you promised to be diligent and timely, that is.

Yet, much to his surprise, you’d proven yourself to be quite capable. You never came late to any of your sessions, nor did you fail to answer any of the assignments he’d given to you. It was clear from the serious glint in your eyes and the way you held your pen that you were serious about learning from him.

It felt...good. To have someone actually listen to him, even if you did have a habit of spacing out every now and then during your sessions.

“Right?!” You beamed brightly at him, mouth crooked into a grin, and Jamil found himself rooted to the ground from the sheer sincerity of it. “I remembered all those mnemonics you taught and they saved me so many times!” You laugh, delighted.

“Don’t get cocky,” Jamil warns, even as his mind goes, you did a good job. “Just because you got a good score on this, it doesn’t mean that you’ll do well on the rest if you slack off.”

He hands back your paper, content in watching you embrace it close to your chest before bringing it up to close to your face as if you couldn't quite believe the red mark on the upper right.

Then, for some strange reason, you take a peek at him with your test paper covering your nose and mouth.

His brows rise. “What?” He asks, wondering what would make you look at him in such a manner. 

...He can’t quite deny that it’s a cute appearance for you.

He notices how you briefly avert your gaze, clearly in contemplation, before something seems to harden in your eyes.

“I—” Your voices come out a pitch higher, but Jamil only offhandedly pays attention to this; he’s much too distracted with how determined you look. “You were a really big help to me, and I want you to know that you—” You tell him, meeting his gaze head-on and holding it. “Thank you so much for your help, Jamil!” 

Like this, with the way you hold yourself so confidently, you look so much different from the person he’d been tutoring for weeks.

Or, says his brain. Just another side that you’d never seen.

His tongue suddenly feels a bit heavier now.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he tells you, but even to him, his voice sounds like a faint echo in his head. “You did most of the work. I was just there to guide you.”

A frustrated expression passes over your features, something that Jamil had come to familiarize with over the course of time he’d spent with you.

You open your mouth, clearly about to protest, until a voice from afar catches both of your attention.

When the two of you check, the both of you see your friends calling out to you.

Jamil sees this chance and seizes it.

“You should go,” he tells you, briefly meeting your eyes. “It seems they need you.”

Hesitance washes over your features and you purse your lips at this horrible timing; however, in the end, you manage to curl your lips upwards as you bid him goodbye and remind him about the session that you’ll have with him tomorrow.

Jamil watches you walk away towards your friends.

You glance back at him one last time before you leave, and Jamil continues to stare at your back until you disappear over the corner.

He closes his eyes.

Already, the image of you looking up at him pops up. 

The way you’d looked at him just then...

It makes him want to learn more about you.

[airitouttwst]

Oh! Oh! Oh! Hi!!! Can you do a Trey one where he's helping me with Math homework? I'm really bad at math T-T so maybe he can help me?

(Hard same 😔)

You try your hardest to concentrate on the dark squiggles marring the paper before you, your hold on your pen blessedly steady; however—

“You see this equation here?” Trey’s sudden question snaps you out of your thoughts and, with your heart beating wildly in your chest, you struggle to compose your emotions as you turn your head to properly face him.

You feel a little bit of you die inside when you see just how close he’s gotten to you. 

Like this, you’re able to properly examine the sharp angles of his face that come to an end at a rather strong jaw, the slight flush in his cheeks that could be attributed to the warm weather today, the piercing shade of gold that gives life to his eyes, and that cute little clover mark that you’d always wanted to place your lips upon.

At the mention of lips in your head, your gaze subconsciously falls to the rather tempting pair that you just bet would feel just as soft as it looks.

Unfortunately, before you could slip into another one of your fantasies, you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you feel a cool touch on your forehead.

When you blink out the simping, you notice that, oh.

“Are you alright?” Trey has one of his eyebrows furrowed as he stares at you, a mix of concern and something else twisting his features. “If you’re not feeling well, we can postpone this study session for another time. I don't mind,” he assures you as his hand falls down to your shoulder, gripping it firmly as if to comfort you.

You’d swoon if you could; instead, you muster up a smile and tell him that you’re alright. “I’m just having some...difficulty with this question,” you add, trying to play it off, as you tap the butt of your pen against one of the unanswered questions on the sheet.

Embarrassed at having been almost caught, you turn your head back to the practice sheet that you’d printed out for the sole purpose of working on and you internally bemoan how you’ll never be able to get things done at this pace.

Why did he have to be so handsome, you internally sob.

Unbeknownst to you, with your head turned away, you don’t notice the way Trey covers his mouth with the hand he’d touched you with, the flush on his cheeks growing darker as he averts his gaze.

“Cute,” he mutters.

[airitouttwst]

since you're doing Jade, can you do his twin? What would Floyd's reaction be to me pushing his hair behind his ear? +3+

“Ehehehehehe!” Giggles Floyd as your fingertips graze the very back of his ear. “Hey, Koebi-chan, that’s ticklish!” He complains even as, to your growing amusement, he leans into your touch.

Feeling emboldened by his positive reaction, you slide your hand down to cup his cheek. The heat from there feels like you’re just inches away from a bonfire, and you can’t help but compare the brightness of those flames to the way Floyd looks at you.

You still, though, when his hand suddenly shoots up to capture your wrist. Trapped, you’re left with nothing but to watch the way Floyd holds your gaze for a moment, turns his head ever so slightly, then plants his lips across the edges of where your palm meets your wrist.

Floyd must like the expression on your face for he smiles widely, the movement of his lips echoing against wrist, and you feel goosebumps rise when he suddenly drags his mouth down, his sharp teeth grazing your skin just so and running over your excited pulse.

Then, much to your surprise, Floyd pulls his head back and something satisfying rests at the edges of his eyes as he gazes at you.

“Cute as always,” he croons to you, enjoying the frazzled state that you’re currently in.