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[chxmpaige]

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[devosin]

A rewrite, soulmate au with twst boys. -> gender neutral reader ft. vil. jamil. idia.

part one . part two . part three .

Jamil Viper — [ old version ]

Since his youth, Mr. Viper had always been a busybody. A decision made not by his personal choice but a pathway set for him since his unfortunate birth as an indentured servant in the Al-Asim household. A reality that had left the man completely uninterested in the concept of soulmates. It was a cruel reality to think of the fact that maybe, somewhere out there, some unfortunate soul was stuck with him . . By something as trifling as fate . . funny isn't it?

He was always stuck in his ways, stuck taking care of Kalim's childish and naive way of living. Picking up the mess he had left behind in his reckless and playful way of living. It was by a slim possibility that Jamil was finally able to escape the clutches of working under the Al-Asim family in his adulthood.

The rare hope he had somehow held onto became a reality, when he had landed a job elsewhere, somewhere further away. No really, he was far from home, putting his special skillset to work at his new place of refuge.

Of course freedom didn't come without a cost and Kalim did make it his new goal to come and bother Jamil whenever he could . . It was Bland, life was bland, an office-job had no semblance of the chaos that he had previously been accustomed too. 

Maybe this was what those various psych reports he was forced to sit through and read in his elective psych class meant. Those reports on how people from chaotic backgrounds tended to prefer chaos when they got older, maybe those various readings actually held a candle to reality. A fact he didn’t enjoy acknowledging. 

Not that he’d ever go back, peace while boring was still preferred to his past. 

Even then, he wasn’t exactly living like he had previously intended either. The plan was to always leave and live, a result he has yet to receive. During these times, a thought of a soulmate did pass his mind, ‘love’, the kind of where you see someone, crossing the street, and just know.

It’s pathetic, he’d never believe it. 

But it did exist, and happened to many . . Yet finding your soulmate was rare, not a common occurrence, and he’d already counted his luck, used up most of his wishes on trying to convince his parents to let him travel abroad for work, a job so different then what they’ve known. 

Jamil sighed, rubbing his forehead. The stress of work had finally gotten to him, the company he was currently working under had landed this big deal of sorts and everyone’s been busy trying to carry out their particular set of tasks, the day has not looked down kindly on him. 

He closed his laptop, taking the last sip of his coffee; Hands clenched down harshly onto the paper cup, squeezing it halfway to death. He let out a deep breath, checking his phone. The cafe was about to close, he should really leave.

Jamil moved trying to pack up all his stuff. Stuffing it all in his workbag, before swinging it on his shoulder, throwing out the cup on his way out as well. 

Traffic could be heard from every corner, the streets of the city were loud day and night, it’s almost as if no one slept around here, like no one had work in the morning. He made his way to the crosswalk; Standing there he checked his phone. When he heard someone call out to him, the voice soft in amongst all the traffic noise, “Hey, you forgot to press the button . . “

He paused, turning around . . “Hey, are you listening?”, they asked once more but he couldn’t hear. Heart thumping and mouth slightly agape and he could feel it in his bones that this person . . you. Were the one. 

“Nevermind, I got it”,  you moved past him as he remained in place. Poor Mr. Viper, ridden speechless on a Monday night.

Bland, that's what life was as of late for Mr. Viper. Days passed without colour and much life.

Vil Schoenheit — [ old version ]

Vil Schoenheit was a man with a vision, he had perfectly immersed himself in a storyline. How he'd meet his soulmate, how they'd behave, things they'd do together. He had a clear idea of how this would all go, a storyline in his head perfectly made and settled within each other. 

Nothing could come in-between him and his vision.

Except.

Reality of course.

Perfection wasn't that difficult to ask for was it? . . Okay, to be fair, it was. It always was, perfection an unattainable high that everyone hopes on reaching. Even himself, and that's perfectly fine and alright . . normal even. 

But he had a hope, a dream, . . maybe he was a bit of a romantic, this might've been a direct result of being in all those romance films. He had a generous hope . . That he'd meet you on set, meet his soulmate while he acts, where he’s always felt in place, perfect. It would be a brief encounter and you both would just know. It would click. 

It was a small hope, a brief one. He hoped you’d have seen his films before, maybe liked him, had an opinion on him . . And then you met him. A truly wonderful result. 

Things would be perfect, if it went his way. 

Instead everything was going wrong, the director frustrated, the weather being utterly uncooperative on set. Everyone was frustrated, his co-actors having a melt down. Technical difficulties. 

Vil was trying to maintain his cool, he really was, going over left and right, he sat in his dressing room, fixing his makeup and hair. A compulsive effort, an attempt at manifesting, that if he looked perfect and put together, suddenly the day would become so as well. 

The door opened just a bit, one of the crew members asked if they could come in. The voice so soft, it tugged at his heartstrings and he had to force himself to remain calm, they didn’t deserve to be at the end of his lash-out. Clearly. 

“The delivery man finally dropped off everyone’s orders, I was told to give you yours.”, he places his brush down, taking a deep breath and turning to you. 

And then it clicked. 

He could hear a brief thump, as you put the food down on his desk, and then . . the both of you made eye contact and it all became oh so clear.

Idia Shroud — [ old version ]

The red string of fate, a string so thin that binds you to another. You'll know when you see it, when they're near; Solidifying the both of yours union upon fate, the two of you paired together pre-determined by the Universe and The Great Seven above. 

A concept everyone in Twisted Wonderland believes in despite it being so rare to come true. The red string of fate, a concept so rare but never impossible . .  And a Luxury Mr. Shroud couldn't afford. At the very least, he didn't personally think so.  

Idia Shroud, too stuck knee-deep in his own self-pityfest and/or his weirdly deep hellscape of self righteousness, never had the time to consider the concept of soulmates. Thought the idea of a pre-determined pair, a system set from birth for someone so technical . . it would definitely sound like a concept he’d take himself with but he never really cared for it.  

He thought about it, briefly. Rarely on certain days, what it would be like, sharing his interests with a pre-determined perfect match. However, he'd always stopped himself, it didn't go over well. It wouldn’t go over well in the long run, he didn’t consider himself fit for the nuances of a relationship, so unpredictable, he was fairly content with just himself in his own space. He didn’t need someone invading it. He had a routine he followed and he preferred to keep it that way.

And in all honesty, he didn’t need someone there . . And it’s not like it’s easy to find your soulmate there's a 18% statistical chance you’d ever meet them . . Or so he thought . . Until he met you, a part-time employee at his local gamestore. 

It was solely by coincidence he met you. A bunch of technicalities, things going wrong, that led to him forced to go to the store and pick up his order. Honestly, he would’ve sent someone else, maybe even paid someone to do it but it was just not his lucky day. 

He was really absent-minded that day as well and that’s when he saw it, as he approached the counter, asked about his order . . He reached in his pocket to grab his phone, only to notice that stupid red string tightening, appearing out of fucking nowhere. And then . .  It clicked. 

Whether he liked it or not.

authors note.

I've tried maintaining some of the core plotlines I had for each of these writings. That being said, most of these works were written when I was fourteen. I am now eighteen and a English major, so a lot of shifts were taken.

Also hi, it's been a while since I've been on the writing end in this fandom, I've yet to watch the anime due to finals coming up but we are so back.

Wrote this on a all-nighter while finishing due assignments . . needed something to force out the writers block from my system.

All the budget went to Jamil since I wrote him first . . and I'm starting to really like his character . . Also I wrote multiple assignments mid-writing this. This was a pick me up writing piece.

Though currently in-active, consider joining my server where I'm going to resume discussing my fics about.

edit: I wrote this awhile ago during my finals, so back in November. As I resume posting, I'll be finishing off some of these drafts.

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© devosin , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation.

[chxmpaige]

Mind you, this was ready I just didn't feel like posting since I wrote it mid writing my finals.

[randomtheidiot]

How it honestly feels. (Feat. My awful handwriting)

[randomtheidiot]

Regarding recent events.

[yasbm-best-prompts]

We don't need a built-in way to take credit from OP. Tumblr post compilations on Youtube/TikTok and screenshots on Reddit/Twitter already did that for us.

[randomtheidiot]

How it honestly feels. (Feat. My awful handwriting)

[podcastwizard]

WAIT THEY REVERSED IT ALREADY???

sounds like they’re still exploring new and exciting ways to wreck this site’s fragile system but in the meantime, small victories!

[orisnitsa]

No one:

Tumblr users at 00:00 on March 15th:

[staff]

we fucked up

[caanibalist]

No shit sherlock

[chxmpaige]

me when im in a stating the obvious competition but my opponent is tumblr dot com:

[sunset-sunbun]

WE WON

[phi-guy]

when im in a shit from ass updates competition but discord shows up

[phi-guy]

AND HERE'S TUMBLR WITH THE STEEL CHAIR ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[tumblr]

Reblogs in a chain now get their own notes

The reblog chain is one of the things that makes Tumblr unlike anywhere else. All the notes on reblogs are attributed to the original post, no matter which branch people actually liked or reblogged. We want to keep encouraging conversations, and give contributors the recognition they deserve. 

Soon, you'll be able to like, reblog, or reply to any part of a reblog chain, and that note will go to that reblog's author. Each reblog will have its own counts, instead of one aggregated number from every version of the post. And yes, you’ll be able to like multiple posts in one chain.

If a reblog doesn't add anything, the love flows up to the last person in the chain who did. Your post doesn't lose notes just because people spread it quietly.

Past notes will stay on the original post — we're only changing what happens from here on out. Retroactively re-attributing all of them would be... a lot.

This is just the beginning. More changes are coming as we keep building this out – stay tuned!

[tumblr]

Let's talk about reblog notes.

We rolled out a significant change to how notes work on reblogs, and the reaction has been strong. We're not going to pretend otherwise. 

First things first: We're reversing the change. Your feedback in comments, emails, and especially reblogs, made clear that the rollout created problems we need to address before moving forward. We also should have communicated this differently from the start, and we didn't.

We still believe there's a better version of how reblogs can work. One that gives every voice in a chain the credit it deserves. But we want to get there with you.

In the coming days we'll share more on how we plan to do that,  including ways to work directly with some of you on this and future changes before they ship.

Keep an eye on @staff for updates to come soon. 

[strange-aeons]

HOLY SHIT WE DID IT EVERYONE!!!!

[genericpuff]

SQUEAKY FUCKING WHEEL GETS THE GREASE LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO

That said, while not to damper our celebration, the fight's not over yet.

Tumblr ownership has made it loud and clear that they do not understand the fundamental principles of this site.

They do not understand what it provides for artists and creatives and bloggers and fandoms. They do not understand that the site's infrastructure is not and will never be compatible with the business models of Twitter and Bluesky. The fact they're still arguing there's a "better version of reblogs" out there is indicative of that.

Reblogs are fine. No one was asking for fixes to reblogs. The way reblogs worked before this change is the platform's greatest asset and the entire reason we use this site over all the other ones on the Internet. You are trying to fix something that is not even broken.

We need fixes to the Community guidelines and systems that constantly flag posts that aren't violating any rules.

We need tangible non-invasive fixes to the filters that bots are constantly able to sneak past which allows them to bombard the site with spam, porn, and scams.

And most of all, we need fixes to staff oversight so that reports about these issues don't constantly get swept under the rug.

This is a symptom of a much bigger issue - Tumblr keeps implementing site-breaking changes that contradict the point of Tumblr without actually consulting or understanding their community first. They're constantly taking the "it's better to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission" route and it's destroying any trust and stability we have in the platform.

We need @photomatt and everyone who works for him @staff @changes to quit viewing Tumblr as a "failure" just because he keeps trying to force a Tumblr-shaped object into a Wordpress-shaped hole. He's completely devaluing and misunderstanding Tumblr's greatest strengths as a community-driven platform and until he does - or until he sells the platform to someone who can - he and his company that oversees Tumblr's development will keep making the same mistakes.

We don't need an adjustment of the reblog system or the core aspects of what makes Tumblr unique. We need an adjustment of the attitudes that are failing to see those aspects and undermining them at every turn.

Tumblr is not Twitter. Tumblr is not Bluesky. Tumblr is not Wordpress. And it never will be. That is not a failure. That is the point.

[devosin]

hello, lovely ^^ may i ask about your typical turnaround for comms? i found your page on ko-fi, and was a bit interested! 💟

It takes me usually less than a week to a week and a half depending on the size of the commission + how many commissions are there pending, this past week however all projects were put on hold as I had mid terms, I'm picking everything up starting Monday including mailing out finished physical projects. Thank you for asking <3

[chxmpaige]

I'll also have an official commission post done and up when I'm a bit more free. 😞🙏

[hiveswap]

Those character chatbot ads are getting so malicious btw it's unreal

[hiveswap]

Whoever made this specific ad is going to be tortured by a thousand demons in hell. Avatar of the lonely type piece of shit i hope they push away all their loved ones in favour of ai and no one goes to their funeral. I want to rip their face off like a chimp

[hiveswap]

If we're friends and you recreate me in ai i'll kill both of us. If you're a marketing agent and you encourage people to do this i'll kill both of us.

[hiveswap]

If your friends get annoyed at you for texting them to the point where you'd rather talk to a fucking water guzzling oversized autocorrect you need better friends

[orionspins]

Another one of their ads 👇 hey are you struggling with things in your interpersonal life? Don't worry :) friendly corperation has you covered :)) ai can be all the friend you need :))) friendly corperation very trustworthy

[remxedmoon]

wanted to add another one of their ads that i saw. genuinely ghoulish.

[hiveswap]

What the fuck

[ever-spiraling-depths]

I just wanna sleep in like a underwater sea cave or something

[chxmpaige]

Paris catacombs.

[parafangs]

no more post about our situationship only post about school crash outs now /hj

[ever-spiraling-depths]

Beautiful twin beautiful show passion twin

[chxmpaige]

I think he's trying to show less passion, actually.

[likamezz]

as if they were holding your hand

Harlequin

The grip is confident, almost possessive, with fingers clasped tightly together as if they have no intention of letting go. There is energy and impulsiveness in this gesture, as if to say, “I'm holding you, so you're with me.”

Jester

This is not a rough grasp, but a playful intertwining—a light, almost dance-like touch. The fingers are bent gently, as if the gesture is accompanied by a binary smile or bow.

Doctor

The grip is calm and supportive, not squeezing, but holding. The fingers gently wrap around yours, as if checking your pulse or simply letting you feel his beloved patient nearby.

Ticket Taker

Here, the gesture is more formal and gentle. The fingers are not intertwined, but touch each other lightly. It resembles a gallant touch or a polite gesture of accompaniment.

Pierrot

The grip is firm and emotional. You can see the tension in his fingers. The gesture speaks of passion and strong attachment, trying to stay with you longer like this, alone with your touch, as if you might disappear.

[mikopopo]

ooo cutie pierrot and mc art ooo