dni if u fit the basic dni criteria (racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist etc.)
interests.
films: fruits basket, one piece, mha, saiki k, hxh, spy x family, sk8 the infinity, a silent voice, haikyuu, buddy daddies, soul eater, servamp, ouran, school babysitters, horimiya, moon knight, spiderman, avatar last airbender, creepypasta(idk which genre to put this but i love) voltron, criminal minds lots more I canāt remember rn
games: twisted wonderland, obey me, love and deep space, (I use to play genshin/star rail still love it just donāt play it anymore) tokyo debunker, tears of themis, mystic messenger, cookie run kingdom, stardew valley, ffvii, fnaf, the freak circus etc
music: basically every music genre, top fav: kpop (skz, ateez, txt, twice, seventeen, bts, xg, many more!) r&b, musicals (epic the musical, Hamilton, dear even hansen, be more chill, etc!) alt fav artist dpr ian
kin list: #1 reki kyan (sk8 the infinity), yamaguchi tadashi (haikyu), yuki sohma (fruits basket), shoya ishida (a silent voice), keith kogane (voltron), miyamura izumi (horimiya), malleus draconia, riddle roseheart (twisted wonderland) kirishima eijiro (my hero academia)
This is my first time using Tumblr and making a request but could you make a lil ol fic where twst guys found out Yuu had extremely abusive parents growing up? I'm talking about beatings, yelling, all that stuff. If you can't do everyone, savanaclaw and Scarabia would be awesome!!!!!
Ps Yuu and the character are dating š„¹š„¹ he could find out about it from reading Yuu's diary or smth... IDK!!! YOU DO UR MAGIC!!
āāÆ . / before you continue . ! all work is written for the sole purpose of another's entertainment, all fake scenarios. mention of past abuse/trauma, do not interact if that topic makes you feel uncomfortable. mention of panic attacks, heavy breathing. short imagines .į
leona grumbles to himself as he drags his feet down the hall of ramshackle you swore you left in his dorm room, only to find out you didn't and you forgot it back in your room.
that's all he needed to grab, the stupid worksheet and leave. but something caught his eye, upon entering the room and taking the sheet from your desk, he noticed what looked like a book sticking out from under your mattress.
he almost didn't bother, but he wanted to move it just in case it fell and you had scattered notes in there...which is why he decided to check. he would call this snooping, it wasn't his first intention, but then he opened the book just to find pages and pages of endless paragraphs and small other doodles.
he immediately clicked it.
this was your diary.
he almost closed it back and put it back where he found it, but his eyes drifted over the words and a sentence or two struck his interest.
the way your handwriting changed through each sentence, neat at first and immediately turned shaky ā messier. leona sat on your bed, resisting the urge to just lay down because this wasn't him simply reading some old newspaper.
"i learned how to tell what mind if mood people are in by the sounds of their footsteps. it's a habit i've had since...well, all the overblots. it reminded me of how my parents would act when they're angry with me."
his eyes narrowed.
he flipped the page.
a few weeks when you first arrived, was the date.
"mom would tell me my bruises would heal faster if i just stopped crying and opening up, maybe that's all i need to do to get through this twisted world."
leona reread these sentences and every time he felt a pit in his stomach, maybe he misunderstood it, he missed some other details.
nope. every page for worse. the yelling, the stained tears, the "hitting for talking back" and flinching when someone raises their voice at you.
he felt his body tense, his fingers grip the book and his eyes narrowed.
the worst part? you write this done like it was a daily occurrence. you write about how you don't miss your parents, you miss having a reason to live.
suddenly, the doorknob clicks and leona immediately closes the book and stuffs it under the pillow, looking back up to see you walk in with two drinks you've got on your way backāonly to notice the look on his face.
"...leona?" you ask, "what's wrong?"
your eyes then wandered to the dairy sticking out from under your pillow, and you stomach dropped.
"were you going to ever say anything?"
he wasn't mad, just worried.
you felt your hands shake as you took a step in, "you read through my diary??" despite your shaking, you were a bit offended that he snooped through your things.
"itā wasn't intentional."
"you opened the book and read each page, what do you mean not intentionalā"
"just," Leona cuts you off, exhaling slightly as he gestured you over. "Just come here,"
you hesitate.
"please?"
his voice was soft, which forced you to slowly walk toward him until he pulls you gently to sit in his lap. you let your head rest against his shoulder as he tightens his arms around your waist.
after a long silence, you chuckled softly. "It's...just old stuff, anyway."
leona immediately looks over you, his figure towering over you. "don't say that."
you blinked, finally looking up at him, covered by his shadow. "what?-" "don't pretend like this doesn't matter. like it's nothing.
you felt his arms tighten around you, to which you sighed softly and played with the braid of his hair. "i turned out okay though, didn't i?" you joked playfully, leona's nose nuzzles its way into your neck, sitting in silence for a long moment.
then he squeezed you gently you let out a soft squeak.
"yah," he sighs, "you turned out strong and beautiful."
ā ļøµā RUGGIE BUCCHI ā āā³š
ruggie notices a lot of things, faster than the average person should. sometimes big things and some very small. it came with growing up in the slums of sunset savanna, and it also came into play with dating you.
not that he can't help it, he just noticed more than anyone else. they way you apologized too quickly, for things that weren't your fault, the way you automatically assumed it's your fault and you try to fix a situation.
the way you hide away when in group work, and how you get quiet when someone's angry.
he didn't push, he just observed from afar. not until one day he crashed at your place for the night after a long shift at the mostro lounge, laying face first on your bed while you were in the shower.
he was bored, out of his mind, staring at the wall and sways his arms back and forth, about to sit up and just start to tidy the small mess in your room out of habitāhe felt his fingers brush against a book.
his nose scrunched and ears perked as he leaned over the edge of the bed to spot a small book peeking out under the bed.
he picks it up with an exhale as he sits up, mind thinking this will be the first thing he puts away...but when his fingers brush over the cover hee noticed how worn out it was.
was this something you came with? what was in your school bag?
curious, he flipped it open. at first it was sweet, talking about your friends and working back at your world, your pets even when you arrived at night raven college you've written about that.
including him, how much you loved him. how much you care for him and hope he stays with you forever. as much as this boosts his ego, his eyes drift to another paragraph that grabbed his attention quickly..
"when i dropped the plate of donuts on the floor, he picked them all up and said "3second rule" and laughed that sweet laugh. it almost made me cry, my mother would have hit me for making such a silly mistake."
woah ..what? his grin disappeared and he flips another page.
another paragraph that made his stomach twist.
"i hate all these busy halls, whenever someone moves to fats by me and their arm hits mine it's so hard not to flinch in public."
he stops for second. thinking. you write this down without a care in the world, like this is a regular for you. like these survival instincts were just a personality quirk.
his chest hurt, actually hurt.
when you step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, you find ruggie holding your diary and your stomach dropped. you went pale, ruggie's tail and eats flop when he looks at you.
"why didn't you tell me." he whispered, almost pained.
you felt your throat go dry, but you replied to the best of your ability. "...it didn't matter anymore." shrugging softly.
ruggie almost laughed, "didn'tādidn't matter?" he states in disbelief. "if it didn't matter you would have a diary written all about it."
he immediately regrets his choice of words, seeing your eyes shake with tears threatening to fall. you looked away, damp hair loose against your shoulders as you shut the door behind you.
ruggie fumbles with his fingers, tossing the book to the sheets of your bed and looking back at you. "hey." he mummered, your eyes glance back at him slowly. "you know," he takes a step toward you, "none of that...is your fault, yah?"
that did it. the dam broke, tears fell from your eyes and ruggie was quick to engulf you into a hug. you hid your face into his shoulder as he sat down on the bed and let you sit in his lap. rubbing your back, gushing your gently.
"i'm sorryā" you cried, head hung low as you sniffle into his shirt. "hey, don't apologize. you got nothing to be sorry for." the hyena pulls you back to cup your cheeks with his hands, staring into your teary eyes.
"you weren't able to choose your family," he rubs a thumb under your eye, "but you can damn well choose who you want to love."
ā ļøµā KALIM AL-ASIM ā āā³š
kalim finds out with his own two eyes, he doesn't read it out of your diary or find out on his ownāit's clear as day when you dropped a tray if food all over the floor at one of his parties, and without jamil's supervision you only wanted to make it easier for him.
you tripped on your ankle, the tray on your hands wobble as you catch yourself on the wall but the food goes everywhere. the loud clash caused everyone to jolt or scream slightly due to the sudden noise.
your vision for blurry, tears filled your eyes as you heard the voice of your boyfriend barely in your ears. "baby, are you okay?" one voice says.
"are you hurt?"
messy, too many thoughts.
"what happened?" jamil's distorted voice comes in, kalim trying to explain what he saw but it happened too quickly. instinctively, you cowered away to the ground and held your hands over your face and mummered "sorry, im so sorry,"
"..what, baby?" kalim crouches in front of you, hands hovering over your shaking body. "hey, it's okay- you're okay."
you let out a soft scream as you felt his hand gently brush your arm, curling more in on yourself as you cried, "im sorry! ill clean it up, i swear, dontādon't hate me, ill clean it!"
kalim was silent for half a second, blinking his thoughts back as he tried to calm you down first. "hey, baby, no one's mad at you. it was an honest mistake, here."
he offered his hands in front of you now, not touching you until you finally blinked up at him. two hands waiting to hold yours, his smile soft as he gestured to the mess. "people are already cleaning it up, it's okay, you don't have to cry."
others awkwardly leave the room, jamil and others cleaning up the last remains of the mess and leave you and kalim alone. the boy is sitting with you now, your hands finally grasping his as you cried through the stress.
"im sorry, kalim. iāi think i feel sick, i cantāit was an accident."
"i know baby, i know."
at this moment, kalim understands...a certain amount, to say the least. every flinch, every cry, every moment he's had to comfort you like thisāit all led back to what happened in your past.
"iāi just wanted to help,"
"and you did! you help so much, habibti, you are- so kind, so helpful, thoughtful! you don't deserve to feel this, you don't deserve any of it!"
he cries softly with you, letting you sob into his shoulder as he rubs your back and shushes you. and somewhere, deep inside, you realize this is the first time you've cried with someone instead of because of someone.
ā ļøµā JAMIL VIPER ā āā³š
jamil noticed your habits before you even realized you were showing them, they were small. too small for the average person to notice. your hyper-awareness, being on your toes is always making sure you check your surroundings before doing something.
the way you curl away when someone raises their voice or a situation starts up, you always try to get out of it. the way you stress clean when you spill a drink or make a mess.
he doesn't say anything, he just keeps watchingālearning. until he can figure out what exactly is wrong, he won't push.
one evening, he finally figured out what was wrong and why you act like you do. not that he's judging you, but he's seen these movements before and really hopes he is wrong.
he's picking out all the dirty laundry in your room and washing them, he offered and without a second thought you allowed him. he tossed a shirt in the basket in his arms when he spotted a book sticking out from a pile of other clothes.
having to pick them up anyways, he tossed the loose clothes on the basket, sets it to the side and takes the book. assuming it was a book you used to write notes in, when he picks it up a page slips out and lands by his slipper.
he picks it up, again, unknown to what it actually is, he read a date that was familiar to him. it was when you and him went out on your four month anniversary to a restaurant at the shaftlands.
he sat down and read through the paper. it was your words on how that evening went, and he cheeks went pink when he realized just how hot you found him in his suit.
minus that point.
the longer the read, the more he realized he was reading your diary. every word made him sick, you... you've hated the way you look that day, the way your curves looked because that's all your mother would talk about.
how ugly you looked, you need to lose weight. no one will ever love you.
"sometimes i wish they would just stay quiet instead of yell at every little thing i do."
by the end of it, he slowly closed the book and set it back where he found it, taking the basket of clothes and leaving your room. his fists clenched the edges of the basket. he's not angry at you, he's angry FOR you.
he knows what it's like to be treated like you're a side piece, but to the point where you've been abused for just being yourself?
jamil won't confront you, it's not his place, but he'll be damned if you think you can continue living thinking like you're worth nothing.
he doesn't act different, he just shows his affection more in private. his kisses are more soft, they are longer longer and his cuddles are much more of him being the big spoon and holding you close.
you teased, "what's with all the sudden affection?"
he just holds you tighter, "i just love you, so much. let me love you for you, without the need to feel like you're forcing me."
end notes: started this with a lot of motivation and ended it with barely any. deep sigh. im sooooo eepy.
Finally I was able to finish my drawing of my (kinda self insert) twst Zarina OC ! (I'm really proud of it because I never finshed any of my digital drawings before)
Thanks @b0kevi (see this post there are really good ideas for twst OCs) who motivated me to post something about her on tumblr (I created her two years ago but was too shy to post anything)
More informations about her
Name : Aisling Morgan (most people call her Ash)
Birthday : May 1
Age : 17
Height : 170cm
Dominant hand : right
Homeland : Queendom of Roses
Grade : Sophomore
Class : Class C
Club : Science Club
Best subjects : Ancient Magic and Alchemy
Hobbies : Experimenting new things
Pet peeves : Rain
Favorite food : Berries
Talent : Pixie dust alchemy destroying furniture with failed experiments and arcane combat
When she was eight and a half she got adopted by Crewel and his husband (twst OC of Tadashi from Big Hero 6).
She's one of the first two women studying at NRC with Lorelei Sinclair (my bestie's OC but she doesn't have tumblr :() but Crowley didn't want to admit them in any dorm so they live in a small house next to the Hall of Mirrors.
She lives in a small coastal town in Queendom of Roses.
Her best friends are Vil and Idia and she's dating Jamil.
She's a druid, a kind of fae (that I made up) that have been cursed by the gods to have a human lifespan. They also have a talent for healing magic.
Zarina is her ancestor, in this version she never came back to Pixie Hollow and ended up on the druids island because of a storm. All of her descendants have wings and (mysteriously) the ability to manipulate pixie dust.
And yes she has an ex who's a twst Captain Hook OC.
savanaclaw dorm. Arlo is Ruggies cousin, grateful to be put in the same dorm but doesnāt get along with everyone. helps ruggie with his chores so is around leona a lot, leona pretends he gets annoyed but doesnāt mind arlo.
in mountain lovers club because they love bugs and collecting them so they joined. jade and arlo became friends as jade looks for mushrooms while arlo look for bugs, enjoying nature together.
āā š¤ā ā
pronouns: they/them
sexuality: never really thought about it, doesnāt care
species: aardwolf beast-person
eyes: dark brown doe eyes
hair: light dirty blonde messy hair with black horizontal stripes
complexion: tan
height: 160cm 5ā3 (same as riddle)
etc: scars over their body, one on their nose and one of their chest and around their arms and hands.
favorite subject: animal language
best subject: magical potions
worst subject: history of magic
specialty: alchemy
loves bugs
collects trinkets and random stuff they find on the sidewalk
protective of ruggie and their friends
night owl, likes to go on walks at night
likes gardening and spends time in the botanic garden
helps jack with his cacti and enjoys gardening with him
enjoys jacks presences because he doesnāt make fun of them and is nice to them (kinda likes him, ignores it for now)
always following ruggie around but enjoys their alone time
hard-working and also picks up any jobs they can get.
got a part time job at mostro lounge because of jade, azul likes them because theyāre a hard worker and quiet
āthey asked for no picklesā meme is ruggie and arlo
āā š¤ā ā
Arloās parents abandoned them at a young age, dropping them off to live with their grandmother. Ruggie and Arlo became partners in crime, trying to survive in the slums.
arlo has always been on the shy side and been bullied their entire life. they donāt like confrontation and usually runs away and never stands up for themselves which is why ruggie is very protective of them and helps them out, gets them to try to speak up.
they always get blame for things that they didnāt do and is misunderstood.
arlo likes savanaclaw but some of the dorm members pick on them but they never say anything, not super athletic as the others. but has really good senses, better than most.
I went to go see the movie goat and I didnāt know what animal the friend was, I thought they were a hyena which she kinda is but I found out what an aardwolf was! n was like omg.. oc ideaā¦
currently watching one piece live action season 2. I wonāt get into it cuz spoilers but just know sanji is gay as hell and I will be writing sanji x m!reader bc holy shit..
SANJI IS FUCKIN GAAAYYYY EVERYONE IS HELLA GAY THIS SEASON ā¼ļøā¼ļø
very inspiring will be writing some gay shit now š«¶š¼
mini semi spoiler ig?
but like sanji was barely flirting w any girls nami was in a bikini and he didnāt say SHIT?? THATS NOT SANJI- GAAAYYYYY over here worried about the other members.. hella touchy..š¤Ø
summary: you love your bf and you thought he loves you too. then suddenly you find out that this was all because of a bet?
trope: smau, angst, hurt/no comfort
info: smau, timestamps not important just to show a timeskip, gender neutral reader, reader is prefect, no pronouns used, typo in vilās part (supposed to say well*)
characters: riddle, leona, azul, vil (deuce, crowley mentioned)
pt.1 (second years) āļø pt.2 (housewardens) āļø masterlist. āļø buy me a matcha?
riddle
leona
azul
vil
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a/n: heyyyyā¦. so uhm.. ignore how long this took uhahhaaaā¦iāve been so tired lately at college </3
I LOVE LAW SM TOO I did send a request abt him and his crew a while ago but I dont wanna resend it or pressure you to write vuz I get that you're busy and have a life too ^^ ANYWAYS WHAT EPISODE ARE YOU ON RN? I'm nearly done with one piece so I've just been rewatching episodes Law was inš
OH YES I SAW THAT ! I havenāt worked on it cause at the time I havenāt made it to his backstory and wanted to learn more about him and his crew (and also busy with school) BUT IM CURRENTLY IN THE ZOU ARC
summary: twisting your partnerās words to rage bait them
trope: smau, crack, sillies, smidge of angst, bit suggestive
info: i saw a haikyu tiktok of this :3 gn reader, ref reader as āwomanā once but its more of the phrase āother womanā the date are meant to be read receipts but idk how that works on this app..
gachiakuta enjin x reader who's the opposite of his 'type'; this was such a cute idea; fluff fluff fluff; feel like I got a little lost while writing it but hehe I like it! Enjoy reading!
It's safe to say you are not what Enjin expects to like.
Youāre quiet, soft-spoken, maybe awkward. You apologize way too much. You hesitate a lot before speaking.
Not to mention, you donāt flirt. You donāt tease. You donāt challenge him intellectually right away.
He clocks you as ātroublesomeā almost immediately. Not in an annoyed way, but in a āthis need not concern meā way.
He tells himself: Not my type. Definitive. Sure.
But one thing he notices everytimeā¦is that you listen. Like, actually listen. When Enjin talks, you donāt interrupt or banterāyou absorb.
You worry about people. You check in. You remember small things.
When heās injured or exhausted, youāre the one quietly handing him water, bandages, or just sitting nearby without being asked.
Youāre emotionally open in a way heās not used to. It makes himā¦ uneasy. Cautious. Curious.
You are affectionate. Maybe too affectionate by his standards.
You thank him often for almost everything (one time you say thanks when he was clearly talking to someone else and blush so hard he swears you almost combust).
You love to compliment him softly. But when you're on the receiving end, you get flustered easily.
You seek reassuranceānot constantly, but sincerely.
āDid I do okay?ā
āWas that annoying?ā
Enjin thinks this should push him away. Instead, it makes him slow down.
He realises you don't seek validation for an ego boost... you enjinuinely genuinely value his opinion... that thought did something funny to him.
He notices you relax when heās around. Notices how you light up when he remembers something about you. It was endearing. Surprisingly so.
He even notices how you always assume the best of himāeven when heās distant or blunt.
You forgive him easily. Not because youāre āmatureā in his usual sense, but because you seem to care more about peace than pride.
Thatās when it clicks:
You're strong. Really strong. Just not in the way he always imagined.
One day, you apologize for ābeing a bit much.ā
You say it casually, like itās something youāve accepted about yourself.
Enjin doesnāt respond right away, choosing to look at you carefully instead.
Then, quietly, āYou donāt feel like ātoo muchā to me.ā
His voice was soft causing your head to snap up immediately, your gaze meeting his.
Itās not a confession. It's even more. It's honesty. And he felt his heart do a flip.
He starts adjusting his behavior without thinking:
Checking in more. Softening his tone. Staying nearby longer than necessary.
He finds himself wanting to reassure you, even though he supposedly hates emotional maintenance.
He realizes your sensitivity doesnāt drain him... it grounds him. You make the world feel less harsh. Less sharp.
And that matters more than ātype.ā
He becomes quietly protective, not possessive.
Doesnāt mock your clinginessāhe anchors it.
If youāre anxious, he steadies you with presence, not just words. The classic Enjin way.
He doesnāt overwhelm you with affection, but heās consistent. Reliable. There.
When you bring him gifts you make, he keeps them. Always.
You teach him softness isnāt weakness.
That being needed feels different than being depended on.
That your affection doesnāt trap him.It gives him somewhere to rest.
And in the world he lives inā¦ someone like that...someone like you... is all he's ever needed.
Thank you so much for reading! I love this man so much!! ā”
If I had a nickel every time there is a beautiful dark skinned angel with grandpa vibes, wears a shoulderless turtleneck and has a grumpy chihuahua as a friend from an otome game, I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it happened twice
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My first impression of Kuras when I discovered touchstarved:
