Yumeships where the ocs/self-inserts are obsessed with their f/os are awesome, but I think everyone should also make their f/os absolutely obsessed, genuinely down in the trenches for their ocs/self-inserts.
Like yes!!! Your f/o(s) is/are comically head over heels for you!!! Your f/o(s) yearn all day every day for you and you only!!!
(Bonus points if it's a character that seems pretty emotionless and stoic all the time but melts into a puddle over yume...)
Ace the typa guy to pull you into trouble but also the fastest to be there when you're the one that gets yourself into trouble. Of course, it always comes as a shock when you initiate the problem but he's the one to support you throughout the endeavor.
Even Riddle is impressed.
He's never seen someone so stupidly in love that they're willing to throw themselves into the fire to save someone else.
It doesn't matter if it's something dumb like forgetting your homework or something big like getting yourself into debt.
He'd literally run to Ramshackle just to deliver your homework to class, completely ignoring the fact that he has a class ongoing. He'll also start picking up jobs if you do somehow get yourself into debt.
You're the only person he would do this for in his life.
A/n. lmao i only see him doing this if he's HELLA in love sooo...
All Seasons for Twisted Wonderland card Templates for La Bonbonnière are finally completed! Thanks to the wonderful (@vuitlq - Pinterest, TikTok) for making these!
twisted world of yuri!
(f.heartslaybul,savannaclaw,octavinelle x reader)
summary ; welcome to the world of twisted sapphic-land!! here's a glimpse of our usual pathetic boys as cute girls!!
(reader is implied to be androgynous/femme leaning)
PRT.2
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riddle rosehearts
androgynous, femme-leaning
she had to grow up with her mothers teachings of strict heteronormality, yet her years at night raven college only taught her one thing, how saphhic she is! its probably the reason why she always preferred the female best friend in stories rather than any icky male love interest! riddle who decides that no matter what you identify as she still wants to 'take charge' in your relationship, gifting you roses, paying for your meals, leading you along with your arm linked with hers! what a darling! she'll do your makeup and fix up any ruffles in your clothing and offering to do any shopping together if you seem in the mood!
trey clover
masc-leaning
was simply told to dress however she likes, and crush on anybody she likes (only if they were good to her). she's such a gentleman in your relationship and while it's stereotypical very much enjoys baking with you and dreams of owning a bakery together with you! the ultimate sapphic fantasy and she has that bagged. trey may dress more feminine during special events, but the more 'masculine' clothes allow her to not care much whenever she spills flour onto herself! though she'll be more careful regarding whatever you're wearing if you're with her or nearby when baking!
cater diamond
hyper-feminine
proud and loud about being very sapphic, making the many gross men following her whine about it, especially when she makes 10 posts per day celebrating your relationship with her. its always captioned with #ilovemygf and #wlw ace, she also loves calling you guys the ultimate wlw couple! will send edits of any yuri characters with the message 'us?' underneath! she absolutely adores dressing you up and especially doing any hetero couple trend with you but making it saphhic. as she says your guys version is the better version of these trends!
ace trappola
butch
a tomboy when growing up and was told by other adults that she would 'grow out of that boyish phase' now look at her! living her butch dreams! not much would of changed from her male counterpart, she is classed as 'one of the boys' and even when she tried dating a boy back in highschool, ended up ghosting him because ew boys?? thus her sapphic awakening from that moment onward! she is always looking so underdressed compared to you and actually prefers it, loves seeing you incorporate any 'borrowed' clothes within your outfits, its such an ego boost for her! loves to tease you about makeup but she won't be laughing for much longer once you trick her into skincare!
deuce spade
femme, secretly a butch
she was such a butch when in the past as a delinquent that people were always shocked after learning she's a she! afterall why would a "girl" act in such a violent way! her mother always supported how she dressed but her delinquent ways were soon put behind her after hearing how her mother was upset for her future! she tries to conform to normality with the 'good smart girl' vibe but can't stop her 'old butch' habits from shining through. she loves carrying any of your shopping bags,holding doors open with her foot, 'man spreading' when sitting, she always comes to you when needing skincare or makeup advice! this is new territory for her so please be patient!
leona kingscholar
butch
are we surprised? she never once liked anything considered 'girllish' to her as a child, and even if she'll never have it the idea of being a 'king' was more appealing than a 'queen'. she quite literally is the definition of butch, her whole wardrobe could be the word masculinity in flarred jeans and jackets. leona doesnt like wearing bras and its not like she's got much to need them anyways yet still loves teasing you if you appear flustered by it! you guys have matching pjs, she'll wear the pants and you the shirt. it's her favourite outfit to match with you, and hey don't blame her if she takes a bite or a lick, she can't help herself with such a cute snack infront of her. (shes also a stone top strap queen but you didn't hear that from me)
ruggie bucchi
masc-leaning, no preference
ruggie doesn't mind wearing feminine or masculine clothes but after living in the slums, trying to be feminine was the same as having a decent meal. she got used to growing up with any hand me downs from male relatives, or resewing her skirts into pants/shorts for better movement when running away. in nrc she also has accepted any of leona's hand me downs, and knowing how much a butch she is, ruggie just naturally has a preference for masculine clothes. she does enjoy the role of being more masculine in the relationship, carrying any of your groceries ect, but simultaneously likes being the one spoilt with makeup or sometimes pretty clothes. it makes her feel cute for once and she enjoys that feeling more whenever she goes out with you, also dressed as cute as she feels!
jack howl
masc-leaning
jack has no preference for feminine or masculine, but much like ruggie prefers more masculine clothes when going out to exercise or when looking after her plants, prefers not to get any spilt water or wet mud onto any of her more prettier clothes. she'll switch between days on wearing a skirt or pants, depending on the type of sports she plans to do that day. will offer you piggybacks whenever, and offers to be a cover for you if you need to fix a tucked in skirt, makeup, literally anything! she enjoys gardening with you, and becoming 'plants mothers', you both update eachother on the plants and when they thrive well, agree that its because of the 'yuri'!
azul ashengrotto
femme
azul quite enjoys the variety within women clothes, especially those that determine how society will see you as, eg a short skirt often associating with how "sinful" a girl might be (not that she believes in these statements, but first impressions mean everything on the land). with you as her partner, she quite enjoys taking you out to dinners and having the both of you dress to the nines! many men will not believe that the both of you dating. it's an ego boost to her, especially after being ridiculed for her looks and size as a little octo kid! she's dissapointed to learn that onland, humans also have to deal with these kind of things, and is very grateful for your many compliments towards her. she'll do her best to compliment you back accompanied with a flustered face.
jade leech
androgynous, femme-leaning
jade is a perfect gentleman...women? offering you her hand and guiding you towards you seat first whenever you eat out! (and she's even more charming to eat your fill when you've had enough.) she experimented alot with different styles when growing up, her favourite being the Alt Style she was inspired by, and apparently your favourite too by the way you seem to stare longingly at photos of her with it! yet she knows you love her no matter what style she decides to try, whether it be more feminine or masculine you'll support her no matter what!. jade does prefer the more feminine clothing options, they allow her to surprise people with the way she acts, and especially likes how flustered you get when she's princess carrying you in a cute sundress! your face is just too adorable to not tease! especially when caressing a hand on your thigh, or letting her teeth show and pressing gently on your finger with them, such a troublemaker!
floyd leech
butch
much like her twin jade, floyd has experimented with many styles and found that she definitely prefers the more 'masculine' clothes over any of the frilly dresses both azul and jade like to real. something about how breezy and especially how itchy they can be were annoying to wear. and while sneakers are inherently masculine, she much prefers having clothes that will work perfectly with her collection of them! though she doesn't like feminine clothes, floyd doesn't mind seeing you in them, complimenting you whenever you go the extra mile of really dressing up, whether it be for a date with her or an event be well informed to know that this compliment will always have an additional bite to it! she enjoys the contrast between your outfits, especially when wearing matching items, it's a sign that she's yours, vice versa. though you might need to look into more high collared clothing, afterall they say love can hurts, and floyd's nibbling on any bare skin is proof of that.
a/n ; pride month special?? i return with the gayest thing i ever wrote && many thanks to my friend @jamilslove for contributing to these hcs<3 part 2 will be coming soon w scarabia, pomefiore,and diasomnia<3
edit: part 2 is out now!!!
Prompt: Let's Groove Tonight, share the spice of life <3
Characters: All NRC
Masterlist: (1) (2)
A/N: Ripped from my drafts and finally finished. Made because I exchanged playlists with a friend like...four months ago, and thought to make a playlist for TWST.
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“If the sky that we look upon // Should tumble and fall // or the mountains should crumble into the sea // I won’t cry, I won’t cry, no, I won’t shed a tear // Just as long as you stand by me” - Stand By Me, Ben ‘E’ King
To Riddle, loving you is terrifying in the way freedom often is. All his life, every path was drawn out for him in neat red lines — every success predetermined, every failure unacceptable. But you stand beside him without trying to steer him. You do not demand perfection from him, nor obedience, nor the polished version of himself he was taught to present. You simply believe he can choose for himself. And somehow, that faith becomes stronger than all the fear instilled in him since childhood.
“If it means you’ll still stand beside me… then I think I can bear anything.”
“I get wet at the thought of you // Being a responsible guy // Treating me like you’re supposed to do // Tears run down my thighs” - Tears, Sabrina Carpenter
Everyone assumes Trey is safe. Dependable. The calm one with gentle hands and patient smiles, the boy who cleans up everyone else’s messes before they even notice they’ve made one. And he lets them believe it, because it’s easier that way. But you know better. You notice the amusement hidden behind his half-lidded gaze, the way he enjoys watching people squirm just a little under his attention. Trey likes being reliable because it gives him control — it means people trust him enough to let their guard down. Especially you.
Trey knows how much power there is in being the one person you never doublt.
“What? You’re looking at me like that again… careful, sweetheart. You make it awfully tempting to bend the rules.”
“All the pills that you take // Violet, blue, green, red - to keep me at arms length don’t work //You try to push me out, but I just find my way back in // Violet, blue, green, red - to keep me out. I win.” - Cinnamon Girl, Lana Del Rey
Cater has spent so long making himself easy to consume. Smiles, selfies, jokes, perfectly curated pieces of himself handed out to everyone around him — enough to keep people entertained, but never enough to let them truly touch him. And then you come along and ruin the balance entirely. You notice the cracks beneath the filters, the moments where his grin strains at the edges, the loneliness he buries under endless distractions. He keeps trying to redirect you back to the surface, laughing things off whenever you get too close, pretending vulnerability is just another joke. But every time you slip past his defenses anyway, there’s a part of him that feels relieved.
Cater pushes because he’s terrified of being known too well and abandoned for it after, yet he can’t stop leaving the door unlocked for you. Maybe that’s why he self-sabotages so often — because if you leave after seeing the real him, at least he can say he expected it. But if you stay? Then maybe, for once, someone chose him and not the version he performs for everyone else.
“You know you’d have an easier time if you just gave up on me already… so why do you keep coming back?”
“How can we go back to be being friends, when we just shared a bed.” - back to friends,sombr
Ace tells himself it just sort of happened. That somewhere between all the bickering, the late-night walks back to Ramshackle, the dumb arguments and easy laughter, things got complicated. But lying awake beside you, close enough to feel the warmth of your body beneath the blankets, he realizes that isn’t true at all. It was never just friendship for him. Maybe he knew it from the first day he decided to get under your skin for no reason other than wanting your attention fixed on him. Maybe that’s why he kept coming back, even when he could’ve walked away a hundred times over. Ace doesn’t really understand when wanting to make you laugh turned into needing to be the person you looked for first, or when teasing you started feeling dangerously close to flirting.
All he knows is that sharing a bed with you — hearing your breathing in the dark, watching you shift sleepily closer without thinking — makes pretending impossible now. Because friends aren’t supposed to want like this. They aren’t supposed to feel their chest ache at the thought of going back to “normal.” And the worst part is that Ace doesn’t think there is a normal to return to. He’s always wanted you. He just finally ran out of ways to joke around it.
“…You ever think maybe I was doomed the second I met you?”
“I’d give you the sun if you asked me. You could have all of the time. You could have the stars and the trees. When dividin’ up the universe. You could have mine.” - J’s Lullaby, Delaney Bailey
Loving you feels almost holy to Deuce. Before you, he spent so much of his life convinced he was inherently wrong somehow — too rough around the edges, too angry, too reckless to ever truly become the kind of person he wanted to be. Everyone told him changing was difficult, that redemption had to be earned piece by piece, but you looked at him like he was already worth believing in. And that changes everything. Because once Deuce lets someone into his heart, he loves with his entire body and soul. There is nothing careful about it. He would give and give until there was nothing left of him if it meant keeping you safe, happy, smiling beside him.
The frightening thing is how easy it feels. One soft glance from you and suddenly every impossible task becomes manageable, every burden worth carrying. He’d hand you the stars without hesitation if you asked, not because he thinks you’d demand it, but because loving you makes him want to offer the universe itself. Somewhere along the way, you became proof that he could be good — not because you fixed him, but because you saw goodness in him before he could see it himself. And now Deuce clings to that faith with everything he has, terrified and grateful all at once, like losing you would mean losing the person he’s trying so hard to become.
“I don’t care how hard it is… if it’s for you, I’ll do it. I swear I will.”
“Pulling your face close, wanting the inmost. // Show me I’m not afraid of you now, I’m not afraid of you now. // Villain and violent. Infant and innocent. // Baby, both arms cradle you now. Both arms cradle you now.” - forwards beckon rebound, adrianne lenker
Leona cannot remember the last time someone touched him gently without wanting something in return. Most people approach him with caution or ambition — fearful of his temper, respectful of his status, eager to gain from his favor. But you touch him like none of those things matter. Your fingers brush over the scar beneath his eye without hesitation, comb lazily through his hair while he rests beside you, trace the sharp lines of his face like you’re memorizing something precious instead of dangerous. And it undoes him more thoroughly than he’ll ever admit aloud. Because beneath all his teeth and claws, beneath the bitterness and exhaustion and violence simmering under his skin, there is a part of him still aching from years of being treated like something second-best. Something too much. Too difficult to hold carefully.
Yet you cradle every fractured piece of him with impossible tenderness, and suddenly Leona finds himself wanting — selfishly, desperately — to keep it. To keep you. He isn’t afraid of you hurting him physically; he knows he could protect himself from almost anyone. What terrifies him is how easily you’ve slipped past every defense he had, how devastating it would be if you decided one day to take your warmth back. So he holds you close in quiet moments, heavy arms wrapped around you possessively, silently promising something you haven’t fully realized yet: no matter how vicious the world becomes, you are safe with him. Always.
“C’mere… quit lookin’ at me like that unless you plan on stayin’. I don’t think I could let you go now even if I tried.”
Bonus because I was torn :p ::
“A little respect for women can get you very very far // Remembering how to use your phone gets me // Oh so, Oh so, Oh so hot!” Tears, Sabrina Carpenter
No one ever disrespects you in his presence. Fiercely protective. One fucking word, one wrong look, and he isn’t fighting but he damn well will put people in their place with a mere glance.
“And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you.” — Somethin' Stupid, Frank and Nancy Sinatra
Ruggie has always survived by knowing exactly where the line is. Don’t get attached. Don’t depend on people more than necessary. Don’t want things you can’t afford to lose. It’s practical, really — the kind of mindset you develop when life has spent years proving that stability is fragile and love doesn’t put food on the table. So whatever this thing between you was supposed to be, it definitely wasn’t meant to become serious. Just easy company. A little flirting. Someone warm to sit beside after a long day. But somewhere along the way, you stopped feeling temporary. And that’s the problem. Because now every laugh you give him feels dangerous, every soft touch settling somewhere deep in his chest where he can’t pry it back out again.
Ruggie hates how badly he wants things from you he has no right asking for — your time, your affection, a future he can barely provide for himself let alone someone else. He knows what he has to offer isn’t glamorous. It’s scraps and side jobs and exhaustion and a life built on barely scraping by. Yet none of that stops him from loving you with a fierceness that catches him off guard every time it slips loose. And maybe that’s why he jokes so much, why he grins and laughs things off before they get too serious — because if he says it plainly, if he admits how deeply he’s fallen, then suddenly there’s something precious enough to lose.
“Shaha… forget I said all that, okay? …Unless you were gonna say it back.”
“A stranger light comes on slowly. // A stranger’s heart without a home. // You put your hands into your head. // And then its smiles cover your heart” - Fade into you, Mazzy Star
For Jack, love is not casual. It never could be. Beastfolk understand instinctively what it means to belong to someone — not in ownership, but in trust, in loyalty, in the quiet certainty that no matter how harsh the world becomes, your pack will return to you at the end of the day. Jack always understood that in theory. He understood duty, protection, commitment. But you make him understand it emotionally for the first time. Slowly, almost without realizing it, you become home to him.
The feeling sneaks up on him in small moments: the way his body relaxes the instant he hears your voice, the instinctive urge to stand between you and anything threatening, the overwhelming calm he feels when you run your fingers through his hair and trace over the scarred, guarded parts of him without fear. There’s something unbearably tender in the way you handle him, like you see the strength in him without being intimidated by it. And in return, Jack holds your heart with almost frightening care. Because wolves do not love halfway. Once someone is considered theirs, they are protected with teeth and soul alike.
“…You don’t have to hold back around me. I’ve got you. I always will.”
“When I saw you I knew you were mine. If you leave, I’ll kill you. But, oh dear, I fear, you’ll kill me first.” - May You Never Forget Me, Temachii
Azul knew loving you would ruin him almost immediately. It was there the moment he first looked at you — that sharp, sinking certainty that you would become dangerous to him in ways no contract or deal could ever protect against. Attraction has never frightened Azul before. Desire is manageable. Predictable. Something he can leverage, contain, twist neatly into his favor. But you slip beneath his defenses too quickly, bypassing every carefully constructed wall he spent years building around himself. And the worst part is that he sees it happening in real time.
He notices how possessive he becomes over your attention, how his smile tightens whenever someone else stands too close to you, how every interaction starts feeling like starvation followed by indulgence. It’s humiliating. Terrifying. Because Azul knows exactly what it means to hand another person the power to destroy you. He spent his childhood learning what cruelty looks like when people discover your weak points. Yet despite all his intelligence, all his caution, he cannot stop himself from reaching for you anyway.
You make him greedy. Not for wealth or influence, but for softer things he has no idea how to ask for properly. Your time. Your affection. Your reassurance. He wants every piece of you tucked safely into his grasp where nobody else can touch it. And beneath that obsession lies something even uglier: fear. Fear that one day you’ll realize how desperate he truly is beneath the polished confidence and silver tongue. Fear that you’ll pull away after he’s already become too dependent on your warmth to survive losing it cleanly. But even knowing that, Azul cannot bring himself to loosen his grip. Because if loving you is fatal, then perhaps he’s already accepted the sentence.
"Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? If you asked for my heart, I’d hand it over willingly...and resent you for how easily you could crush it afterward.”
"Every gesture // Every move that she makes // Makes me feel like never before // Why do I have // This growing need to be beside her" - Strangers Like Me, Phil Collins
Jade has always believed people become predictable eventually. Given enough time, every person reveals their habits, their weaknesses, the exact shape of their desires. It’s one of the reasons he enjoys observing others so much — the slow unraveling fascinates him. But you are different in a way he cannot quite dissect, and that alone is enough to capture his full attention. Every small gesture you make seems to uncover something new inside him, something unfamiliar and strangely exhilarating.
Jade notices all of it. And instead of the usual satisfaction that comes with understanding someone completely, he finds himself wanting more. More conversations. More walks beside you. More mundane little moments strung together until they become something precious. It bewilders him, this growing need to remain close to you even when nothing particularly exciting is happening. Especially then, perhaps. Because for the first time, Jade discovers that intimacy is not merely intrigue or amusement; it is the startling realization that even silence can feel endlessly engaging when shared with the right person.
“How curious… no matter how much time I spend with you, I still find myself wanting more.”
“Two Lovers // Forbidden From One Another// A War Divides Their People // Built A Path To Be Together // Yeah, uh, I forgot the next couple of lines but, uh, then it goes // SECRET TUNNELLLL // SECRET TUNNELLLLL/ THROUGH THE MOUNTAINSSSS // SECRET SECRET SECRET - Jeremy Zuckerman, ATLA
C’mon. Ding, ding, ding - is this thing turned on? *knocking on your brain*. You’re from some weird other world and he’s a eel just swimming in the trenches until you came and he gobbled you right up. He might have a secret tunnel dug under your dorm. You don’t know what he did those three days you were gone. And honestly? Floyd doesn’t really care whether the attachment makes sense or not. He likes you. A lot. Enough that being separated from you too long makes something restless and sharp coil inside him.
He’s spent his whole life bored of people once he figured them out, but you? You’re like a mystery box he keeps digging through, finding new things every time he thinks he’s reached the end. He doesn’t really care that you “shouldn’t” fit together — if anything, that makes it more fun. You became his favorite person in the entire world, and Floyd has never been good at letting go of things he likes.
“Shrimpyyyy, if you disappear on me again, I’m seriously gonna lose it. Maybe I should just keep ya with me forever instead, huh?”
“Kiss me out of the bearded barley. Nightly beside the green, green grass. // Swing, swing, swing the spinning step. // You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.” - Kiss Me, Sixpence None The Richer
Kalim has spent his entire life surrounded by expectations heavy enough to crush a person. He was born into responsibility before he was ever allowed to simply be a child, raised constantly aware that his life would never fully belong to him. Every meal tasted for poison, every decision watched carefully, every future plan laid out long before he had a say in it. Yet somehow, when he’s with you, all of that fades into the background noise of the world. Loving you feels wonderfully simple in a way nothing else in his life ever has. You don’t look at him and see status or obligation or the heir of the Al-Asim family — you just see Kalim. Loud, affectionate, overly excitable Kalim, who wants to dance with you under lantern light and laugh until his stomach hurts and experience every beautiful thing the world has to offer with your hand in his.
There’s a kind of freedom in that which feels almost miraculous to him. For perhaps the first time, the future doesn’t feel like a plan someone else drafted; it feels like something he might actually get to choose for himself. And if he gets to choose, then he wants you.
“C’mon, dance with me! I wanna make so many happy memories with you that we’ll never be able to count them all.”
“Where did you learn what it means to reciprocate? // And how much can I be expected to tolerate? // So I started to think 'bout the plans I made. The debt unpaid. // And you can't just call a spade a spade. // I watch the moon. Let it run my mood. Can’t stop thinking of you.” - Tek It, Cafune
Jamil has always understood restraint. Not as virtue, but as survival. Every emotion, every desire, every private impulse has had to be measured, trimmed, redirected into something acceptable, something useful. He is used to giving without being given anything equal in return — used to the quiet mathematics of obligation where reciprocation is never guaranteed. So when you enter his life and begin to give without asking for permission, without keeping score, something in him becomes unsettled in a way he cannot easily correct.
It follows him into silence, into duty, into the rare moments he finally has alone beneath the night sky. And there, staring at the moon from his window, he finds himself thinking of you in loops he cannot break out of — not because he wants to lose control, but because part of him has already started to. You become both comfort and complication: the only place his thoughts soften, and the only place they spiral. He tells himself to step back, to maintain distance, to preserve the order he has spent his entire life building… and yet he cannot stop returning to you in his mind.
Love, for Jamil, is not gentle. It is cyclical. It is consuming. It is the unbearable awareness that even freedom from you still feels like belonging to you in some quieter, more dangerous way.
"You’re becoming a problem I don’t know how to solve. Get out of my head....please."
“I started running from the love that you gave me. // ‘Cause I was scared half to death. That all I was chasing. // Was perfect perfection. Thank god it was a lesson.“ - Her, JVKE
Vil has spent his entire life running toward perfection so relentlessly that he forgot what it feels like to simply be seen. Not evaluated. Not ranked. Not compared. Seen. So when you enter his life and look at him without the usual awe that edges into distance or fear, something in him shifts in a way he cannot immediately pinpoint.
At first, he tries to treat you like everything else in his world: something to refine, to understand, to perfect. But you resist that logic entirely. You do not fit into his carefully curated expectations, and worse… you make him question whether those expectations were ever meant to define him at all. Vil runs, not because he does not feel, but because he feels too much when he is with you.
Affection becomes vulnerability. Admiration becomes exposure. Yet even as he distances himself, even as he tells himself that love must be controlled or it becomes ruinous, he finds himself learning something unbearable in its simplicity...perfection was never the point. You are not flawless, and you do not need to be. And somehow, that makes you the most honest thing in his life. He begins to understand that what he was chasing was not perfection itself, but the illusion of being worthy of love through it
“If you can love me like this… then maybe...Mm. Nevermind. These thoughts are best saved for when time stands still long enough to reflect properly."
“We’ll laugh until we think we’ll die // Barefoot on a summer night // Nothing could be sweeter than with you” — Home, Matthew Hall
Epel spent most of his life feeling squeezed into shapes that never fit quite right. Too pretty to be taken seriously, too restrained to act the way he wanted, too trapped beneath everyone else’s expectations to figure out who he actually was underneath all of it.
Before you, Epel thought freedom was having people look at him like he had the power to carry any burden, proving he was tougher than everyone expected him to be. But with you, freedom becomes something he feels rather than what he carries. It’s running barefoot through the orchards back home with your laughter ringing through the summer air, dirt clinging to your ankles while the sunset paints gold across the apple trees. It’s being able to breathe without worrying how he’s being perceived for once. Around you, he doesn’t have to force himself into somebody else’s idea of strength or beauty; he can just be. And maybe that’s why loving you settles so deeply into his bones.
Epel always understood loyalty. He understood hard work, sacrifice, doing right by the people he cared about — but devotion is something entirely different and mature. Devotion is the way he catches himself planning futures with you without even realizing it, but doesn't bactrack. It’s wanting to drag you proudly through his hometown by the hand just so everyone can see the person who makes him happiest. The person who makes him feel whole in a way he didn’t realize he’d been missing.
Epel knows meeting you might’ve been the best thing that ever happened to him, even beyond all the opportunities Night Raven College gave him. You are proof that there was something waiting for him beyond Harveston's boarders he grew up stuck inside, something sweeter than the juciest honeycrisp. And now that he has you, Epel would do just about anything to keep the right to stand at your side.
“Quit smilin’ at me like that, dangit…c'mon, let's go grab supper at the diner before I get an apeitite for somethin' else."
“Starlight. I will be chasing a starlight./ / Until the end of my life. // My life. You electrify my life./ / Let’s conspire to ignite. All the souls that would die just to feel alive. // I’ll never let you go.” - Starlight, muse
To Rook, loving you is not gentle thing . It is all-consuming devotion sharpened into something reverent. He has spent his life admiring beauty from afar, studying it, chasing it, praising it in all its fleeting forms. But you are different from every masterpiece he has ever gazed upon before. You are not simply something to observe; you are something that changed him in return. Your existence ignites him down to the marrow, sets every nerve alight until even speaking your name feels like striking flint against stone. And Rook adores the ache of it. The yearning. The hunger. To him, love should burn. It should inspire madness and poetry and reckless acts of passion all at once.
He watches you grow beneath his attention with fascinated delight, nurturing your confidence, drawing reactions from you nobody else can, molding and encouraging parts of you the world might’ve left untouched otherwise. There is selfishness in it too — a possessive streak hidden beneath all his elegant praise. Because while others may admire you, may bask in your brilliance from afar, Rook alone knows the intimate details of your soul. He alone earns the privilege of touching the fire without being burned away by it. And he guards that privilege fiercely. You are his muse, his greatest hunt, the star he would chase until the end of his life without regret.
“Mon trésor… do you realize what you have done to me? One glance from you and suddenly the entire world pales in comparison.”
“Emotions, what are you doin’? // Oh, don’t you know. Don’t you know you’ll be my ruin? // Emotions, you get me upset // Why make me remember, what I want to forget // I’ve been lonely, lonely too long // Emotions leave me alone” - Emotions, Brenda Lee
Idia wishes desperately that he’d never fallen for you at all. It would’ve been easier if you’d stayed another distant person on a screen somewhere — someone he could admire quietly without ever having to confront the horrible, aching reality of wanting. Because loving you drags every ugly, vulnerable part of him to the surface no matter how hard he tries to bury it again.
But you kept getting closer anyway, slipping past every locked door and defensive joke until suddenly you’re everywhere in his life, woven into his routines and thoughts so deeply he can’t imagine tearing you back out again without losing something vital in the process. And gods, he hates it. Hates the possessiveness curling ugly and desperate inside his chest whenever someone else takes your attention for too long. Hates how badly he wants to keep you hidden away where nothing can touch you but him. Hates that his body reacts to your affection, so painfully human despite all the years he spent trying to detach himself from that kind of vulnerability.
Most of all, he hates what loving him would cost you. Because Idia knows exactly what he is — a cursed bloodline, cursed future, a life shadowed by grief and inevitability.
Choosing him wouldn’t just mean dating some awkward shut-in; it would mean stepping willingly into the orbit of someone fundamentally doomed. And despite how selfishly he craves you, there’s still a part of him horrified by the idea of dragging you down with him. You deserve sunlight and freedom and a life untouched by the rot clinging to the Shroud name. Yet every time he tries to pull away for your sake, you smile at him or say his name softly and all his resolve crumbles instantly. He's so pathetic it isn't a joke anymore. But that’s the cruelest part of all... if you ever looked him in the eyes and chose him anyway, Idia knows he wouldn’t be strong enough to refuse you. So he stays trapped between guilt and desire, clutching his feelings like a wound he can’t stop reopening.
“Y-you seriously need better taste, okay…? ‘Cause if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna start believing you actually want this. Want me...and you don't. Trust me, you don't."
“Weren’t we the stars in heaven? Weren’t we the salt in the sea? // Dragon in the new warm mountain. Didn’t you believe in me? // … I wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again. // Wanna witness your eyes looking.” - anything, adrianne lenker
To most people, Malleus is a title before he is a person. A prince, a prodigy, a creature powerful enough to inspire fear long before affection can ever take root. But you met him beneath moonlight without knowing any of that, and instead of recoiling, you smiled at him. Spoke to him. Laughed with him as though he were ordinary. Dared to demand a name from him. That memory settles inside Malleus like something sacred. Perhaps, at first, your ignorance of his identity fascinated him because it allowed him a fleeting taste of normalcy, but what truly captured his heart was the fact that you never changed after learning the truth. Your kindness did not lessen. Your eyes did not harden with fear. If anything, you only looked at him more warmly afterward, and Malleus — still young by Fae standards despite the weight of decades pressing against his shoulders — finds himself hopelessly undone by it.
With you, he feels less like an untouchable heir and more like a young man painfully, desperately in love for the first time. In a life marked constantly by distance and inevitability, you become a beacon calling him back from the loneliness waiting at the edges of his existence. He cherishes every glance you give him because your eyes always hold him gently, reflecting not the monster others expect to see, but someone worthy of companionship, devotion… and now, love. And if fate demanded he endure every lonely year of his life again just to arrive at the moment your hand reached for his, Malleus knows without hesitation that he would.
“My dearest child of man…I would cross every empty age again, just to stand before you once more. So please, continue to observe this world by my side.”
“But there never seems to be enough time // to do the things you want to do once you find them // I’ve looked around enough to know // That you’re the one want to go through time with” — Time in a Bottle, Jim Croce
Lilia has lived long enough to understand how fleeting happiness truly is. Centuries pass in blinks; people come and go like seasons, precious things slipping through his fingers no matter how tightly he tries to hold them. Yet somehow, loving you makes time feel unbearably short all over again. Suddenly every moment matters in ways it hasn’t for years.
He wants everything with you — every first experience you’ve yet to have, every quiet memory waiting to be made, every tiny insignificant moment other people might overlook. He wants to hear your laughter echo through unfamiliar places, wants to dance with you beneath festival lights, wants lazy afternoons and sleepless nights and a thousand years’ worth of stories tucked carefully away where he can revisit them in the afterlife.
And selfishly, he wants to reclaim parts of himself through you too. To redo old memories with your hand in his instead of ghosts. To experience wonder not as a warrior or a general or an ancient fae burdened by history, but simply as someone deeply, hopelessly in love. Lilia does not intend to waste a single second now that he’s found you. The world has taken enough from him already; he refuses to let time steal this too.
“Fufufu… stay with me a little longer this night, won’t you? There are still so many decades worth of memories I wish to make with you.”
“ Look up at the light // This could be a dream or it could be real // Dive into my mind // And don’t come up for air, you won’t need it here” - This could be a dream , Aurora
Silver has always drifted through life as if he were moving through a dream he could never quite remember upon waking. The world feels distant to him at times — blurred at the edges, softened by sleep, untethered from the urgency that seems to guide everyone else. But you make things clear. When you speak, when you smile, when your hand brushes his and anchors him back to the present, he feels something settle that nervous tick to be better.
He cannot breathe right when you are not near, though he would never say it so plainly; it is simply that your absence leaves the air too still, too empty, as though his body has forgotten how to keep going without the sound of you guiding him through it. If he could, he would let you look straight into his mind, past the silence and the sleepiness and the strange half-formed thoughts he rarely knows how to explain, because then you would understand how deeply he has come to rely on your presence. You are not a burden, not a distraction, not something fleeting to wake from — you are another gentle hand the world has placed in his path, and Silver is grateful for you in the quiet, unwavering way he is grateful for dawn.
“Stay with me a little longer… I feel most awake when I’m together with you.”
“Say I wouldn’t care if you walked away // But every time you’re there I’m begging you to stay // And when you come close, I just tremble // And every time, every time you go // It’s like a knife that cuts through my soul” - Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Paloma Faith
For a solider, love is a curse reserved for your worst enemy. It may bolster your resolve but heavens if it does not carve an achilles heel across every square inch of your heart. Your life is not your own. It is that of your Lord. Yet you dare to promise a piece to your love so selfishly. A piece that is not yours to give. Even if so, it is all you have. You can never promise to offer your whole self as they do.
Love is the most blissful wound. Sebek is stuck on an infinite loop, stabbed over and over and over. It hurts to deny you, it hurts to see you, it hurts to feel for you, it hurts to dismiss thoughts of you — it hurts. Love is the most blissful wound. Love is a curse Sebek has found himself struck by, like a mighty lightning bolt. Yet he is nothing if not a battery ready to be charged.
“Curse it all! I give in! Have me, if you insist on it so desperately! Mock me for my weakness if you must, but I am exhausted from pretending I can bear your absence with dignity. Every time you leave, I find myself searching for you again regardless of my intentions… so stay. Stay beside me, and I shall devote myself to you fully.”
I was absolutely sure that everyone in twst world had at least some magical ability, but it seems that 90% of ppl are not? Do you know if they’re any different from our world (or yuu)? Like do they still sense magic just can’t use it? Also now that we know that the majority of ppl don’t have magic, calling social media magicam is kind of…. I mean most ppl on it aren’t mages right?? and the app is not magic related whatsoever…
We actually knew about the human 90:10 mage to non-mage split since March 2022! That was when the first volume of the light novel adaptation was released.
There’s a passage where the Ramshackle Ghosts share that 1 in 10 humans can use magic—and even then, most of that 10% only have enough magic to perform small feats such as “[moving] a cup onto a table” or “[lighting] a fire without a match”.
We wouldn’t get in-game confirmation of mages being the minority until very late into the main story. (I think like book 7, 7.5, or 8?) Many Twsties probably believe magic is far more common than it actually is because we spend the majority of our time with NRC’s highly gifted student mages (which are actually outliers, rather than being what’s commonplace).
Please see this post for more discussion on non-mages "sensing" magic. I even provide examples there.
To summarize, this doesn't appear to be an ability everyone has. Rather, it's a skill reserved for the most powerful and skilled of mages. The average mage can, at best, train themselves to sense faint magical traces on magestones and that's about it.
sgiwwvkwkzossb But yeah, it’s kinda silly thinking about how Magicam seems to be THE social media platform for Twisted Wonderland, yet 90% of the human population can’t use magic. I don’t think the Magi- prefix is supposed to indicate that everyone or most people are mages, but rather that there’s a “magic” to it? Maybe not literal magic, but perhaps the founder or team behind coding and maintaining it are technomantic specialists, or maybe the platform is meant to be “magical” (by bringing people together, or perhaps it has “magical” filters).
A friend and I constantly joke that every social media in the Twst world has the Magi- prefix because the devs were too lazy to come up with new names 😭 So we’ve got Magicam (Instagram), Magitube (YouTube), Magiblr (Tumblr), Mageddit/Magiddit (Reddit), Magicord (Discord), Magibook (Facebook), etc.
or a look into what fabric arts the twst characters enjoy
characters : trey clover, riddle rosehearts, deuce spade, jack howl, ruggie buchhi, vil schoenheit, epel felmier, sebek zigvolt, malleus draconia (bonus: lilia)
notes : i've wanted to try out something like this for so long and now in true fanfic author fashion i've only written it to procrastinate on my work. yey. title is from a paris paloma song btw.
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let's see. to start off with, i am a firm believer that Trey Clover knits. look those hands are not just for baking. i'd say he's not an amateur knitter but lies somewhere at an intermediate level. his tension's a little uneven sometimes, especially when he's stressed, but it's a hobby for a hobby, a little something when he wants to keep busy but doesn't find himself in the mood for baking. his most common projects are probably just random squares of knit he uses as dishcloths that he made when he didn't want to think too much about patterns.
sewing for Deuce isn't a hobby per se, its just something he picked up while helping his mom out. his grandma probably taught him when he was young, but he didn't really care much about it during his delinquent days. something something it's just not cool cough. but post-delinquency clarity deucey picked it up just for mending the clothes he scuffed up while getting into brawls. he did pick up a few stitches here and there to customise his denim. mostly a few fun stitches. he did try to learn visible mending like sashiko but after joining nrc he didn't really have the time to pursue it further. his tension would also probably be cheeks if he took up embroidery. sorry deucey.
Riddle took up lace tatting a little after his overblot as a way to manage his anger issues. it's a dying art, but riddle finds the elegance of lace tatting charming. he's also this close to throwing hands with the old grannies who are gatekeeping patterns with one foot in the coffin and will continue to do so until they draw their last breath. wait a minute, prefect, isn't this just counterintuitive?
Jack makes macrame. thats it. thats the post. everybody pack up and go home. kidding. i haven't really tried out macrame, but he does give off the vibe. most common projects are cue drumroll hangers for his cacti! wow captain obvious. okay but for realsies, macrame feels therapeutic for him and its nice and meditative and relaxing. (look i don't know about macramers i crochet, okay, and it's anything but therapeutic but good for you guys if macrame is). he's also made keychains and tassels for his little sisters upon request (read: they pestered him till he gave in), but it's not his favourite thing in the world to make.
Ruggie is also a sewist kind of guy but it's more practical than a hobby. knowing how to mend clothes is kind of a necessity when you can't blow money away on new ones after you find a hole or two in them. headcanon that the community back home in afterglow savanah has a culture of visible mending too. embroidery is a luxury but people, as people do, added a few designs here and there just for fun and that trickled down into becoming a cultural practice. on another note, not fabric art per se but he's very good at basket weaving. apart from being good for food, dandelions are also good for twine and thread and thus also good for weaving. it's a resourceful little thing to know and actually make a decent coin if you know where to source your stuff.
Jamil can sew! it was pretty obvious, and i'm sure a lot of people saw it coming, but he's spent some time mending his and najma's clothes. i don't think he's mended kalim's clothes because the al-asim's are the kind of disgustingly rich where they can find one tiny hole in the garment and whoosh replaced with hand-embroidered garments that probably took hours in the triple digits and cost a few artist's their sanity. but also, embroidery culture in the scalding sands is super rich, so when it comes to traditional clothes, especially during the festive season, families do go on and splurge a little. kantha or chikan embroidery is favoured by jamil while kalim might wear opulent zardozi, which is embroidery with threads of gold. (not too sure about these, but this is my post so i can write whatever i want.)
Vil is sort of a complicated case. he isn't an avid sewist and can mend clothes. but while he doesn't actively sew or practice any related arts, his knowledge in theory far exceeds that of the average person. he's not big on online shopping, and most of his clothes are couture from his runway walks, but when he is shopping in person, he's the type to scrutinise the clothes down to the tension and stitch size. its pretty obvious he would not be caught dead in clearance sections or god forbid clad in fast fashion (you know what, good for him) but he can appreciate quality garments so he will pay a piece for what its worth. that said, do not drag him thrifting, he will scrutinise whatever pile of stuff you pick out your clothes from. (i say this, but he also might be able to find the twst equivalent of vintage mugler from the bins sooo just stay on your toes i guess?)
epel can knit and sew. his granny taught him duh. but also its pretty common to know how to mend your clothes in harveston. he's also familiar with quilting actually! a few of the ones he uses in his dorm were made by him. headcanon that he genuinely gets culture shock when he finds out a lot of guys at NRC barely know how to thread a needle and tie it off properly, much less sew. technicalities of toxic masculinity aside, somehow it's one of the hobbies that slipped through when deciding what's masculine and what's not. epel's knit mufflers and gloves before, but isn't really much of a knitter. his grandmammy taught him to knit, sew and quilt so if anyone at nrc does make a comment on him knitting though he'd full well throw hands till they shove it up their sorry-
sebek was taught by epel's grandma to knit too/j lol but actually i think briar valley holds a rich culture of textile arts so every person one way or the other picks up an art one way or the other. this boy's tension was horrendous when he first started off, but after some practice, he's become surprisingly good. like really good. like concerningly good, what the hell. why not me??? just because of that i say he can't crochet to save his life. he tried it out and failed miserably. there's a lump of stitches that still has the hook in it in some corner of his room as evidence of his failure. sebek gets like weirdly calm while knitting, maybe it's meditation through repetitive action, maybe it's a battle of composure, him against the needle. who knows? who can say? there is also a collection of plushies tucked away in the corner of his room that bear a concerning resemblance to waka-sama's imposing and majestic draconic form- what? no he did NOT turn waka-sama into a marketable plushie!!! who dares to make such fiendish accusations!!!
Malleus is a weaver through and through. i don't think there's any debate for this. He can spend hours at the loom simply weaving away in his lofty tower, unconcerned and unperturbed by mortal affairs. his loom is obviously not mechanised, and he's also a little pretentious, turning his nose up at an electric loom and muttering something about it not being the proper way or whateverrrrr. he also spins his own thread, and now i'm wondering if there's magical fibre that can be spun into magical fabric.
Lilia dyed his clothes in the blood of his enemies. hit post.
I think it's relevant to say that even when Floyd gets a crush on Lisa, and even when they start dating, he would still call her colisa (that's a type of fish, colisa lalia aka gourami) and not by name, because she would ask him to.
It's one of her favorite fish and it makes her extremely happy to be associated with it, so I think Floyd would make an exception to see her smile. It's also only one syllable away from her (nick)name fr fr so.
Idk if this is common knowledge and I'm the only person who didn't already know this, but I think every club in TWST represents something that the characters have in common.
The pop music club is made up of those who come off cheerful on the outside to hide their inner turmoil. Kalim, Lilia, and Cater all fit this.
The basketball club is made up of those who are rebellious and do not fit the standards their surroundings set for them. Floyd, Jamil, and Ace are all people who go against the norm.
The board game club is made up of those who will destroy themselves in order to get what they want. Idia and Azul have both sacrificed their own well-beings for their goals.
The equestrian club is made up of those who are strict in themselves, and often times others, as a result of their disciplined upbringings.
The track club is made up of those who give their all to be their best selves.
The spelldrive club is made up of those who strive to be stronger/on top.
The science club is made up of those who are deemed too eccentric to fit in.
The film study club is made up of those who are selfish and therefore misconstrued as cruel, when they actually care deeply for those around them.
The gargoyle study club and mountain hiking club only have solo members because they both represent isolation. Jade is isolated even amongst his peers due to being deemed untrustworthy and having strange hobbies. Malleus is isolated because of his upbringing and his long lifespan.
Maybe this is common knowledge or maybe I'm reaching, but I think the parallels between the club members are all really neat!!
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