As a slow artist that also gets bombarded by school work I don't get to put out that much fully rendered artworks </3 so seeing how I managed to do four fully rendered Leona pieces in 2025 is quite an achievement for me HSKAJSJAHA IT'S NOT A LOT BUT IT'S MORE THAN WHAT I PUT OUT LAST LAST YEAR AND THAT'S GOOD‼️‼️‼️ let's hope I can make more this year 🥹 (maybe more focused on my yumeship/OCxCanon stuff too.....? 👀)
Okay… how dare he look this fine?!? Who is this vogue model?? (<—My bestie first reaction) 10/10! Loving it! I’m leaving! This is too gorgeous (lies! I’m staying)
Being royalty, you'd think Malleus would be the type to lavish you with riches and security, but never give you enough time. Just like those MLs in fiction.
That would be true, if not for:
1) Him knowing how to delegate. His grandmother is at the extreme end of the spectrum-- Maleficia only believes in herself and practically does everything on her own, except for things she can't be physically present for. This is to the point where she barely gives Malleus any work aside from being a glorified patron saint appearing at festivals and ceremonies.
On the other hand, Malleus is shown in-game to put his faith in others to accomplish tasks for him, no matter how inefficient he thinks their way of doing it is. An example would be him counting on Sebek to wash his lab coat for him, even when he would only take a second to remove the stains on it with magic. This is also an emphasis on his character turning point that differentiates him from the norm: in 7.5 he proudly declares that he will be better than both the matriarchs of his family, because he knows he wants to be someone who recognizes the strength of others.
2) He's just... not a workaholic lol. He doesn't find any particular satisfaction in fulfilling his duties and just does whatever is required of him. He actually likes it when others pitch in to do stuff for him, because it would mean having more time for his hobbies.
His contrast with his grandma is like the shift in the workforce throughout the years. Maleficia would be the passionate worker who devotes her life to the company, while he would be the clock in, do your work properly without any issues, clock out. His method of leading within Diasomnia is just him setting boundaries for everyone and expecting them to play their part to uphold their peace. They can do whatever they want within those boundaries. This is also evident in Diasomnia students (except for Sebek) not really caring whether or not they place high in the exams; just that they cannot fail, and they cannot disgrace the dorm.
TL;DR he's someone who doesn't have a good work-life balance. By that, it means he prioritizes his personal interests lol. He doesn't really care if the work is done mediocre; for as long as it's done. For this reason, he puts his full trust in others doing a mediocre job in his stead, because it means he has more time for himself. So if you became his family, he absolutely will find ways to prioritize you above work-- which he values less.
Hi mera! Im a big fan of your work and i was wondering... any thoughts about butler! Jade slowly corrupting the yojmg lady hes assigned tk take care of?
>:) hehehehe,, oh, do I have thoughts!!!
He definitely takes advantage of your inexperience. If he catches you mid-masturbation session, he’ll apologize in his usual cordial tone (though he isn’t sorry in the slightest; this is all a calculated effort on his part) and suggest he helps you. It’s only fair to put him to work as punishment for interrupting such a personal, private moment. Jade’s awfully good at convincing you. He knows a few techniques. He can reach spots your fingers or toy can’t. You shouldn’t have to lift a finger. Just let him finish this for you.
He’ll kneel before you and make you lift your skirts up so he can look at your sopping cunt, weeping with arousal and glistening in slick. You make an embarrassed squeak and attempt to close your legs or turn away, but he grabs your hips and drags you towards his smiling mouth. It’s his goal to make you squirt. He wants you to make a mess and soak his face, so he uses every trick to tease you. Lapping at your folds, burying his tongue in your gooey pussy while twisting your clit between his fingers, suckling on your clit and thrusting three fingers inside to stretch you open. Lightly pressing down on your tummy so the pressure will make your bladder snap and you’ll spill.
One hand has an iron-tight hold on your thigh. You’re shaking around him, gasping breathlessly, stuck between calling his name and begging him to give you a moment to breathe. Before you know it, you’re gushing like a fountain and you’re mortified to have dirtied your dear butler’s face like this. It’s so embarrassing. >_< this kind of sinful, forbidden debauchery… what would your parents think?! A butler and her lady, doing something like this… you’re quick to shoo him away afterwards, insisting you can take care of your bath on your own. You’re not sure you can look at him after he was just buried between your thighs.
And that’s how it starts. He’ll tease you with seemingly meaningless touches. A fleeting brush of fingertips along your shoulder, an act of subtle protection when you’re out and about with him accompanying you. You know what those fingers are capable of. The more he tempts you, the more desperate you are to know. What else can he do? What else will he show you? You need only ask, but you have your pride and dignity and it’s so flustering to admit you want his mouth on you, down there, on such a special place. >_<
You’ve never had a real cock in you before and he knows this. If you ever do work yourself up to asking for it—and you’ll have to; he wants to hear it from your mouth, clear as day, the demands you have for your loyal butler to fulfill—he’ll make sure you can’t hide. He’ll hold your wrists captive while he rests his erection on your stomach, a sly smile curled on his lips, forcing you to watch as it slowly enters you. There’s no need to be so frightened. He’ll be gentle, but only because you asked.
Jade would never do anything out of line or without your explicit permission. Instead, he’ll edge you closer to something dangerous. He’s too gentle. Too vanilla. It’s good, of course, but you find yourself wanting more. You can sense he’s holding something back. Maybe his teeth? A few bruises? Something…violent? Your curiosity will inevitably get the better of you.
And when it does, Jade will be ready to claim the prize he’s been prepping for himself from the very beginning.
Since we know what Mama Leeche looks like, remember how you did that fic where Jade manipulated MC to get preggers when she had feelings for Floyd to the point he pretended to be him??
How do you think Mama would react about Jade getting the lady friend, his moon, that he's oh been so obsessed about! Especially since he plans on marrying MC anyways! His long term consequences, think Mama would be proud?
Oooo I think she’s absolutely thrilled to know Jade has found a beloved!! She wishes for your love to remain everlasting and eagerly looks forward to the day where she gets to sit as audience for your wedding. But then she’s also immensely excited to be a grandparent—and so soon!!! It’s always been Jade’s nature to disobey and not listen to anyone, so really who was going to stop him from getting what he wants? ^^;;; she can’t wait to welcome the little one(s) into the world!!! >w<
But then a part of her is also very proud of him; his underhanded methods are admirable. It just means he loves you very much to be willing to go to such lengths, even if they included impersonating his brother. She’s not very pleased about that one because she thinks both her babies are perfect as themselves and shouldn’t change to try to fit someone’s ideal.
You’ll be welcomed into the family the moment she meets you. She thinks you’re just the cutest, most darling thing. Maybe you meet her very early on, before you even realize you’re pregnant, and she’s asking you very strange and specific questions. If you ask what she’s talking about, she’ll just giggle and say something about a mother’s intuition. Yeah, she’s definitely Jade and Floyd’s mother. ^^;;;; she’s just as cryptic and whimsical as her sons.
Jade is very pleased, of course. <3 when he brings you along for the Eternity Float marriage it’s to meet his mother, spend some time with you away from Floyd, and show off in his mer form. You can’t lie, a sopping wet Jade with his hair slicked back and his clothes clinging to his body is indeed a glorious sight to behold. Georgina just wants the both of you to get married already. She’s treating you like you’re her daughter-in-law and you don’t even have the Leech surname yet!!!!
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BEHOLD THE LATEST TWST MERCH… a toy truck?????? They made merch of the isekai truck?!?!?!!!!/j 💀
IS IT JUST ME OR???? It looks like the dorm leaders and Grim are tacked up missing people posters… or wanted posters…
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BEHOLD THE LATEST TWST MERCH… a toy truck?????? They made merch of the isekai truck?!?!?!!!!/j 💀
IS IT JUST ME OR???? It looks like the dorm leaders and Grim are tacked up missing people posters… or wanted posters…
Summary: You show Malleus your form, in exchange for being able to explore his. An equal exchange. You are a danger and a tempter in turn. Malleus could never hate you, no matter how much his body wished for him to run from you.
(I had a lot of fun with this. Please enjoy, my audience!!)
Whenever Malleus looks at you, he always feels as though he's looking at the empty part of the night sky.
You occupy space, and in his vision, you color the world as anyone else does. But when he recalls those moments, when he's just about to go to sleep and dream of older days, Malleus would always remember you, your presence, and the way your very being just seemed to sap the color away.
Perhaps there was something wrong with him, because, as he so heard from wayward whispers and Lilia himself, there wasn't a spark of magic in you. There was nothing in you that would affect his memory. Maybe it was simple boredom or some illness affecting him?
…the feeling didn't fade. He finally met you in the middle of the night, outside a dorm he thought long abandoned.
He felt you more than he saw you. When he went to that dorm, he felt that comforting silence, then it was… well, not ripped away but unveiled? As though one is gently taking off a table cloth to put away. It took some time for Malleus to figure it out to be your eyes. Your attention.
Did you know that people have this odd habit of being quieter at night? They whisper in the dark, lower their voices as though not wanting to disturb anyone, even though there is no one near. People, regardless of their origins, are the slight touch different at night, and Malleus is no exception. At night, he looks not towards people, but towards the wind, to the night sky above, and to the ruins to give him that solitary comfort that's simply deeper at night than during the day.
When he met you, your voice was clear. You were still in your uniform, and there wasn't a hint of grogginess that comes with staying up this late. You didn't look to ground to keep track of your steps despite all lack of light. You walked to him, not with confidence but with a casual gait. Almost lackadaisical, as though there was nothing in the world that can bring you harm, other than death by sheer boredom.
But when he talked to you, exchanged greetings with you with all the manners befitting of him, you had felt human. Before your first words, the strangeness of you almost made Malleus forget himself, he very nearly thought you to be another fae. All his instincts point to you being something other than human, but fae you were certainly not.
And so he had said, What are you? Because, by all means, you appear to me as nothing more than a human being. But, that's not quite correct, is it?
You are, and you aren't. But, if you need a definitive answer, then the answer is ultimately yes, I'm human. At least, for now.
Then, as though some missing piece finally slotted itself into place, Malleus felt small. The moon cast you a normal shadow, but something in Malleus told him that this was wrong. That there should be more, but there wasn't. You wouldn't elaborate further, and he wouldn't give out his name.
As such, he parted.
When he walked away, he couldn't find that lonely comfort again. Sleep did not come to him that night. No matter how he adjusted his curtains, the weight of your gaze simply didn't fade.
There was fear and there was reverence when people would whisper your name. It was a strange feeling for Malleus, certainly. To think that he would find you at the center of it all, when it would normally be him. Strange caution in his gut aside, Malleus never thought your reputation would elevate itself to something infamous within this college.
Oh course, what choice did he have other than to bring it up? A wondrous topic to discuss, no? And besides, while there was this itch settling in the back of his head, it was easy enough to ignore. After all, you are a new… companion. Not quite friend, but companion.
It seems you have many of these students on edge. Mind telling me your tales? If you have any to share, that is.
There wasn't a twitch to your face, your smile ever serene, ever stable. A rarely changing thing.
Should I tell you, or should I show you?
Oh my.
Perhaps it was simply the secret veil of night, or the weight of which you place in your tone, but there was a slight thrill that went up the back of his neck. It made his scalp tingle, even.
But, at the time, he said no. A part of him wasn't quite ready yet. And, quite frankly, he didn't wish to set himself up for disappointment. But, he will admit…
There was an overblot that I took care of. It seemed I scared quite the number of people. I save them, and I damned them in turn.
Your vagueness left him wanting more. But there is this unspoken deal you both have. So long as he refuses to give out his identity, you, in turn, will only give the barest of details. He cannot make demands of you, so long as this stands.
And so all he can do is dream and wait for the next night to come.
I find comfort in you, you know?
Another night, another series of topics, with mostly Malleus recounting a particular set of ruins with the most exquisite set of gargoyles he's ever seen. Highly likely enchanted by someone to weather the natural forces of nature. How could he not talk about the clear love put into them?
Words clogged his throat. Comfort. How… warm, that tone of yours was. How fond that smile of yours was. The constant weight of your gaze turned just the slightest bit lighter.
There was only a glimpse.
A cold had broke past the natural protections of his clothing and poisonous magic, and settled deep inside his marrow. His blood rushed through his body too loudly, and the colors surrounded his view dimmed, warped, and ripped.
There was the sound of broken glass, a hiss that shot through his head and left behind a horrid headache.
Malleus pushed on, because if nothing else, his magic is more than enough to take care of anything. It was his crown, his birthright.
There was only a glimpse, and that was enough for his vision to be cut in half. Night, from a pinprick, cut out part of your back. It followed a jagged path, expanding fast past the limits of your human body, consuming the space around you as though fungus upon wet wood.
It didn't matter that it was air, all it wanted to do was consume. Consume the air, consume your body, consume the sky, and consume the mirrors.
The sounds around him rushed to you, as though unable to resist your pull, leaving behind only the mess of static in his ears.
There was only you, pulsing in the vague shape of a human being, all in swirling colors, near nauseating colors.
Malleus blinked, and all was well. Everything had settled. The students slowly got up from the floor, nursing injuries and headaches alike, but happy to be alive. And you… were untouched. Clothes not so much as wrinkled.
And when it was over, when the conversations upon the stage of VDC had settled down, Malleus turned to you and said.
Show me. When night comes for us once more, show me.
You smiled and laughed.
Of course, Malleus Draconia.
"Come on," you chuckled against his skin, breathe brushing against the little hairs on his neck, standing them on end, "aren't you supposed to be royalty? Isn't patience something you ought to have?"
"Even you--" Malleus cut off with a hiss when you wrapped your tendrils tighter around the base of his tail, lovingly stroking the side scales with your palms. Firm, your tendrils are firm as they slide and take in every little crevice in his scales. Firm, and like fluid at the same time without leaving behind residue. "Even you have to understand that I have limits. Must I keep my eyes closed?"
Your touch practically sparks his skin, and his every instinct is warning him to open his eyes and spot the danger. The stiffness in his spine tells him he's about to fall and land on the ground. All while swimming in the vast muteness of his suppressed magic.
We can't have any accidents, now can we?
"You hear that fuzziness in your ears?" you traced his neck as white noise buzzed, both far away, yet blanketing him as though a bubble, "The way I sound as though I exist in all spaces, and the way I speak as though I'm coming from your heart? Don't open your eyes, Malleus. Otherwise, you might dissolve into me."
Dissolve, in the same way your back drew in all those colors, and mixed it into yourself, became a part of yourself for a small moment. Malleus wishes to see it, even though his body broke out in a sweat at what might happen.
"Is that," he swallowed, "such a horrible thing? Didn't you say you would show me?"
"Does showing mean you have to witness with your eyes?" A tendril wrapped over his ankle and slipped through the leg opening. You caressed the back of his knee, and Malleus's fingers broke through the wood of the wall behind him. "Careful there. I'm showing you, through all your other senses other than sight."
"Other senses?" Malleus managed to breathe out, "then… what of taste?"
You overwhelm his touch with electric touches, fill his smell with the scent of you, and play his hearing. What of taste? Will he regret this? Well, it doesn't matter. Malleus is curious and he has no intention of curbing it.
"Oh, aren't you a sweetheart?" Your voice was concentrated to a single point, right over his left ear. "Well then, lift your head up, dear prince."
There was an ever-shifting noise beneath the static, like flesh constantly adjusting itself, like blood flowing and popping it's large bubbles.
"How bold of you, making demands of me like this, knowing full well who I am." There was no hatred in his tone, only heated amusement. Malleus lifted his chin, and he almost curled into himself when you pressed your lips against his. You were gentle, almost painfully so as though you were guiding him. You had almost your entire being tied up around him, and you're kissing him as though he's nothing more than faint-hearted fae.
And that makes his fingers curl deeper into the wall of your dorm.
"How," that was close, Malleus's voice almost pitched. How unbecoming of someone such as him, "How cruel of you, to kiss me as though I'm fragile glass."
"Because I know that would affect you most. You know how I am." You chuckled against his lips, stroking his neck in such a way he had no choice but to relax back into them. "Again?" you asked.
He licked his dry lips and answered, "Again. This small taste isn't enough."
"Alright, be careful not to destroy my wall, alright?" you swiped a thumb over his lips, practically hearing the widening smile on your face.
"I'll be more care--" You silence him with the blissful magic of a kiss, tenderly moving against him, coaxing him to relax into a shivering pile of scales. You pulled back and Malleus was ashamed in how desperate he was when he chased after you. "Wait--"
You tilted his chin and stole his breathe once again, fingers slipping past his collar, tendrils wrapping up higher and higher until they're poking at the scales on his thighs. You trailed a hand over his shoulder, down his arm, and guided his fingers to lock with your own.
"Is this better?" You asked, pulling away from his surely reddened lips.
Everytime Malleus appears in stories we get a little confirmation that he cares for the player in a special way and it's amazing. 🙈
I mean you could argue that it's because they're friends. Yeah by itself it's amazing that they're friends who care for each other, but because his default personality isn't really the affectionate type, just a hint of him going out of his way to show favor towards Yuu really stands out in the game. It feels much more intimate than say, the other first years showing care for each other or the i-love-everybody characters who don't show bias towards anyone.
That, and the fact that Malleus is obviously designed to look like classic love interests in fiction. It's easy to see that the writers really intended his affection for Yuu as a ship tease! He gets an intimate moment everytime he appears as a card in an event: among many others him specially picking Ramshackle during the first Halloween and getting mad that the guests are bothering Yuu, him jumping injured to save Yuu so they wouldn't get hurt in Glorious Masquerade, and now him setting aside his pride to save the kidnapped Yuu as soon as possible in TNBC event.
It's just amazing. They're really having him play the love interest role as much as they legally could, within the constraints of this not being a romance game.
Consider: Ghost Skully, haunting you as you go about your day, complimenting you on everything you do in a voice no one but you can hear. Comments on how beautiful you are, how soft, how smooth your skin is beneath your clothes- because Skully has seen you naked. He's watched you shower, blushing but unable to look away, eyes trailing your figure as you slip off your clothes and get ready to sleep.
Your mind can't comprehend being touched by a ghost when you're awake, but as soon as you're asleep, ghost Skully can trail his fingers over your naked body and watch goosebumps rise in their wake. The somno and dirty talk would be delicious~ <3
AAAAA omg what if he doesn’t realize he’s a ghost…….. Skully who just lives with the delusion that he’s your roommate or lover or both, and you’re just too shy to realize this. But that’s okay! He knows you feel the same even if you don’t acknowledge his existence. He means well, so please don’t seem so frightened or shocked when you step out of the shower to find messages traced into the condensation on the mirror. He loves admiring you. You’re just so lovely. Why wouldn’t he want to write it on the mirror for you to see and bask in the compliment?
Or when he tries to be helpful and tuck you in at night, but you get nervous and sleep elsewhere. :( he just wants you to have pleasant dreams. Why are you so scared? It’s just him. :D
Skully has seen every side of you, including the most intimate ones. He watches you pleasure yourself just before bed, dozing off to the relief that washes over you after orgasm. He loves touching you and watching the way your body reacts to him. How you shiver, the way your skin prickles, the soft sounds you make… he peels the blankets away and gently pulls the thin fabrics of your undergarments away to prod at your hole. It’ll stretch around seemingly nothing when he fucks into you, desperate to feel warmth. He’s always so cold and you’re always so warm. It’s fate that you would need each other in this way just as you’ll need each other in every other way!!! So please notice him. >_< please don’t pretend he doesn’t exist!!
Maybe you wake to the eerie whispers in your ear: a male voice mumbling about how soft you are, how good it feels, how he adores making love to you in the dark, how romantic it is to join bodies, how he thinks the sounds you make are the cutest!!! >w< and you can feel something inside you,,, a sensation of sorts, pounding away at your deepest part. You feel enveloped in a frigid shroud and if it wasn’t for the feverish sweat you’ve worked up you might even shudder. It’s a surreal experience, one you’re certain is just a dream because when you wake it’s as if it never happened.
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