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equestrian club riddle 🐎 another request from insta! i enjoyed sketching different outfits for this
Sample sent by my manu of some future keychains!
I will edit the blue so is not as dark in the final version!
Prompt:
Pairing: Mafia! Octavinelle and MC/Yuu/ Reader
Genre: Hurt/ Comfort ig? Slight crack
TW: Kidnapping, blood, minor character deaths, mc does get a little hurt, mentions of guns, usage of guns, violence (because mafia au), mc also curses at one point, talk of killing people, the prefect wears earrings and has hair (i saw someone use put this in warnings once). Let me know if I should add anything else!
AN: First request for TWST ^^ It's my first time writing for the Octavinelle trio, so please forgive me if they're ooc, I tried my best. This was very fun to work on! Send me asks if you wanna know more about my version of mafia!twst because I had so many thoughts about this entire au but I couldn't fit everything in one post lol. Not really happy with the ending (when am I ever) but I hope you enjoy!
"I'm telling you, you don't wanna do this," You warned your captors for the third time as they checked the cuffs holding you up by your arms. It was an uncomfortable position, kneeling with your arms restrained with metal chains above your head. Your shoulders felt sore, and with how every movement made the skin of your wrists rub against the harsh metal, you just knew that you were going to be sporting some pretty nasty bruises around them.
Vil was going to be furious about that.
Tiny
Baby boy
Lipstick Smudges
Includes; Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Malleus Draconia, Silver
Tags; slightly suggestive— but it's all sfw and a lot of smooches 😚
Gender Neutral Reader -> Reader does wear lipstick
Requested ! [Twst M.List] ♡
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—Riddle Rosehearts
A death wish
If you wish to be berated about public appearances and whatnot, then this is is just the thing for you 😀
On the bright side, the red of the lipstick compliments his red hair and of course, the growing blush on his face
An innocent single kiss to his cheek, which quickly became less seemingly innocent in the form of a dozen pecks. Riddle lost all sense of control at the first kiss, your lips simply soft, gentle, and intoxicating. His chest was burning for oxygen, but he didn't want to pull away - not yet, just a couple more seconds, he reckoned. He was practically drowning in the overflowing feelings amongst the moment.
You pulled away, your face flushed from the heated moment, eyes half lidded as you attempted to catch your breath. Suddenly, your eyes widened, a fit of giggles following from you soon after. Riddle rosed a brow at that, his heart fluttering at the sound of your laughter. " What's so silly my rose?"
IT'S HERE IT'S HERE!
EVERYONE STOP AND LOOK AT HIM!
Riddle, Vil: A Family Affair
Riddle’s vignettes are so… interesting?? We can see how he’s trying to take small steps to have more agency. I like to think that, very slowly, he’s coming into his own as a young man, an entity separate from his mother.
It’s nice that Riddle’s Groovy shows him in a fun pose. You’d think that someone as strict as him wouldn’t want to fly abnormally, but you can tell it's a manner that's unique to him. Riddle may be upside down like Floyd is in his own Broomquet Groovy, but you can tell that there is a marked difference between the two. Riddle’s holding bis broom in a much more secure way, which is reflective of his personality, whereas Floyd is much more precarious in his pose. It reflects their personalities well!
And now we wait for Jamil’s Birthday Platinum Jacket SSR… 👀
A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.
“What do you want to do in the coming year?”
Riddle cleared his throat and stood straight as he provided his reply. He was the model student, interviewee... and, of course, birthday boy. "I would like to expand my culinary knowledge."
Vil arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Judging by your prompt response, I take it that you studied the interview questions and prepared suitable answers for them in advance. How like you--but what a surprise that you have a goal that isn't related to school. You're infamous for your tenacity in that regard."
"I-I am capable outside of the realm of academics too!" Riddle hastily said with a frown. “… Though I admit I may be lacking in some departments. That is precisely why I would like to dedicate time and energy to strengthening my areas of weakness.”
"Oh, please. You can't possibly be as nightmarish at cooking as..." Vil paused, shuddering, "Lilia is."
The birthday boy paled at the mention of his senior. Lilia, who left kitchens looking like a natural disaster had torn through an active warzone. Lilia, who tossed in everything under the sink and then some. Lilia, who was known across campus for all manner of food borne illnesses and poisonings.
"Surely not!!" Riddle insisted. "I know how to read and follow a recipe! The issue lies in flexibility. Trey is able to make an entire meal just from leftovers, but I wouldn't be able to do the same."
"My, if you're concerned about food waste, couldn't you simply ask Trey to teach you? I'm certain he wouldn't refuse you. That man is too nice for his own good."
"Perhaps that's true. But even so... this is a skill I'd like to learn for myself. I don't want to become overly reliant on others' strength. What I must cultivate first and foremost is my own. To that end, I plan on enrolling in more Master Chef courses during my time at NRC. There are many styles of cooking I've yet to master. For example, Trey prepares meals that are very different from that of my mother."
"How so?"
"Well..." Riddle hesitated. The way he gnawed at his lower lip reminded Vil of an anxious rabbit--a far cry from the self-assured dorm leader he knew Riddle as.
"Mother cooks with nutrition as her priority. She is very health conscious and goes out of her way to ensure that I am eating what I need. When I am studying at home, she brews tea to drink. It's rare that my entire family comes together for a meal, given that we're all busy.
"Meanwhile, Trey's food is... I can't quite put a finger on it, but it's flavorful and fun, yet balanced. The experiences are unique from my time at home. Sometimes it's something warm, hearty, and comforting like hamburger steak. Sometimes it's something hopelessly indulgent and loaded with sugar, like tarts decorated with jewel-like fruits."
"Your eyes are shining." Vil smirked. "You enjoy his cooking that much?"
"I don't understand it myself," Riddle replied, scrunching his brows. "When Trey cooks, people are lured by the smell and gather around the table, wanting to join for the meal. It happened the other day when I was to eat with him and Cater. Ace and Deuce barged in on us, and... well, I suppose it wasn't all bad. We had a delightful conversation over lunch. There's something magical about that."
"There is a different feeling to eating with others than alone," Vil agreed with a slight nod. "My father and I can hardly align our schedules, so it's rare that we can sit down and eat together. Then again, maybe it's that rarity that makes us appreciate those moments all the more."
"That's right. It's a special spell that I realized I can't reproduce. Just memorizing the recipes and recreating them... that alone isn't enough."
"Fufufu, so you want to master that kind of 'magic'. That's surprisingly cute of you."
"N-No, you're mistaken! While it's true that cooking would come in handy for entertaining guests, it'd primarily be for self-sufficiency. After all, it's not as though I can always ask Trey or my mother to cook for me." Riddle shifted from one foot to another. "Someday, I'll have to move out of my dorm as well as my house, and live independently as a fine adult."
"Yes, cooking is an essential skill for that distant future. Have you already started on making those arrangements?"
"Er, not yet. I've been looking into it, but to actually take those first physical steps is... that is, I don't know how my mother would react."
"She sounds very stern from what you've told me of her. However, every mother must let her child go eventually."
"Maybe so, but I have never known my mother to back down from her beliefs. She's... not a woman you want to challenge." Riddle's voice strained at the final word. It was the lightest way he could put it, too afraid to acknowledge the whole truth. "I've tried to get her to hear me out, but..."
"If you can't draw that line in the sand now, then when? It will only make things more difficult for you when you start live alone."
"I'm fully aware of that." He couldn't bring himself to say more.
Vil sighed, bringing a hand to his temple. "... Listen, Riddle. Think of life as a stage, and you as the actor upon it. Worried about how the audience will react to your performance, working tirelessly to hone your craft.
“When the lights dim and the cameras turn off, the staff and the audience leave the theatre. You’ll be left only with your own thoughts. The onlookers may have one impression of you—but when the curtains fall, so long as you are proud of who you are away from the public eye, that, I think, is a sign of true maturity.
“If it’s courage and confidence that you seek, then you must work toward it. Never let your eyes stray from it. Even should the world deprive you of a happy ending, you must claw for it, believing that, someday, it will be yours.”
“Vil-senpai… Is this your way of encouraging me to see my goals through to the very end?”
His upperclassman scoffed. Thin, soft—like a rose petal, almost imperceptible as it passed upon a breeze.
“Think of it what your will. I merely speak from my own experience,” Vil replied. “We are both prideful NRC students at our very cores. Standing strong on our own two feet is something we all desire. That we can one day recognize that dream… It goes for us all.”
“Recognizing a dream, hm?”
How curious. I wondered not too long ago if it was really possible. Now, here I am, taking those first, small baby steps. A world where I can think for myself, live by my own rules… It sounds like a wonderland within my reach.
Soon, but not yet.
“… One day,” Riddle whispered to himself. “One day, I’ll be the person I want to be.”
Not the person I’m told to be.
A palm came against his back—a pat from Vil. “Really, I thought the dorm leader of Heartslabyul would know better than to mumble. You’re usually so good at barking at your card soldiers. Do remember to speak up—now, and forevermore.”
“I don’t recall asking for your advice.” Riddle brushed off his touch, stepping forward with his broom at the ready. Still, he chuckled. “… But yes, I will work on gathering my courage so that I may be comfortable leaving the nest. Thank you for your concern, senpai.”
“Ara, what cheek.” Vil tossed his golden locks. “If I’m to share the stage with you, then of course your skills must be on par with mine. Don’t you dare disappoint me, understood?”
“Hmph, when have I ever been the type to fall short of meeting expectations? Observe.”
Riddle confidently mounted his broom, assuming the position he had practiced many times over. There was a diagram of this exact pose in the mountain of textbooks he had in his dorm room. Straddling the handle between the legs, arms straight and steady, one hand gripped over the other, elbows locked.
He could have been the textbook diagram himself.
When Riddle looked up, he saw the vast sky, sunlight spilling across the sea that surrounded the island. Sunset on its way to soon paint the day with darkness.
The sky… It connects many different places and people. The future is stretching out before me, chalk full of possibilities.
Then… I can try, can I? To soar, to break free. Just this once…!!
Riddle’s hold on his broom tightened.
He called forth his magic, letting it pool around him in a shower of scarlet sparkles. The power collected, coalescing as a tingling warmth dancing across his skin, until he at last unleashed it in one burst. Like a cap popped off on a bottle.
Riddle buckled off, propelling into the air in a corkscrew motion. Rose petals fell free from his bouquet, perfuming the summer sky with them.
“Whew…!”
He stopped spinning, flying forward upside down. The world shifted, shapes and colors rearranging into a new perspective. His head and vision spun, seemingly colliding all of his sense against one another.
A moment or two later, and they had rattled neatly into place.
Riddle looked again, taking it all in. Rich gold dappling the grand spires of Night Raven College, the honeyed aroma of roses, the wind from on high tickling his lashes. The delicious freedom of flying freely.
“… Hah.”
Who knew it could taste so sweet?
Riddle, Vil: A Family Affair
Riddle’s vignettes are so… interesting?? We can see how he’s trying to take small steps to have more agency. I like to think that, very slowly, he’s coming into his own as a young man, an entity separate from his mother.
It’s nice that Riddle’s Groovy shows him in a fun pose. You’d think that someone as strict as him wouldn’t want to fly abnormally, but you can tell it's a manner that's unique to him. Riddle may be upside down like Floyd is in his own Broomquet Groovy, but you can tell that there is a marked difference between the two. Riddle’s holding bis broom in a much more secure way, which is reflective of his personality, whereas Floyd is much more precarious in his pose. It reflects their personalities well!
And now we wait for Jamil’s Birthday Platinum Jacket SSR… 👀
A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.
“What do you want to do in the coming year?”
Riddle cleared his throat and stood straight as he provided his reply. He was the model student, interviewee... and, of course, birthday boy. "I would like to expand my culinary knowledge."
Vil arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Judging by your prompt response, I take it that you studied the interview questions and prepared suitable answers for them in advance. How like you--but what a surprise that you have a goal that isn't related to school. You're infamous for your tenacity in that regard."
"I-I am capable outside of the realm of academics too!" Riddle hastily said with a frown. “… Though I admit I may be lacking in some departments. That is precisely why I would like to dedicate time and energy to strengthening my areas of weakness.”
"Oh, please. You can't possibly be as nightmarish at cooking as..." Vil paused, shuddering, "Lilia is."
The birthday boy paled at the mention of his senior. Lilia, who left kitchens looking like a natural disaster had torn through an active warzone. Lilia, who tossed in everything under the sink and then some. Lilia, who was known across campus for all manner of food borne illnesses and poisonings.
"Surely not!!" Riddle insisted. "I know how to read and follow a recipe! The issue lies in flexibility. Trey is able to make an entire meal just from leftovers, but I wouldn't be able to do the same."
"My, if you're concerned about food waste, couldn't you simply ask Trey to teach you? I'm certain he wouldn't refuse you. That man is too nice for his own good."
"Perhaps that's true. But even so... this is a skill I'd like to learn for myself. I don't want to become overly reliant on others' strength. What I must cultivate first and foremost is my own. To that end, I plan on enrolling in more Master Chef courses during my time at NRC. There are many styles of cooking I've yet to master. For example, Trey prepares meals that are very different from that of my mother."
"How so?"
"Well..." Riddle hesitated. The way he gnawed at his lower lip reminded Vil of an anxious rabbit--a far cry from the self-assured dorm leader he knew Riddle as.
"Mother cooks with nutrition as her priority. She is very health conscious and goes out of her way to ensure that I am eating what I need. When I am studying at home, she brews tea to drink. It's rare that my entire family comes together for a meal, given that we're all busy.
"Meanwhile, Trey's food is... I can't quite put a finger on it, but it's flavorful and fun, yet balanced. The experiences are unique from my time at home. Sometimes it's something warm, hearty, and comforting like hamburger steak. Sometimes it's something hopelessly indulgent and loaded with sugar, like tarts decorated with jewel-like fruits."
"Your eyes are shining." Vil smirked. "You enjoy his cooking that much?"
"I don't understand it myself," Riddle replied, scrunching his brows. "When Trey cooks, people are lured by the smell and gather around the table, wanting to join for the meal. It happened the other day when I was to eat with him and Cater. Ace and Deuce barged in on us, and... well, I suppose it wasn't all bad. We had a delightful conversation over lunch. There's something magical about that."
"There is a different feeling to eating with others than alone," Vil agreed with a slight nod. "My father and I can hardly align our schedules, so it's rare that we can sit down and eat together. Then again, maybe it's that rarity that makes us appreciate those moments all the more."
"That's right. It's a special spell that I realized I can't reproduce. Just memorizing the recipes and recreating them... that alone isn't enough."
"Fufufu, so you want to master that kind of 'magic'. That's surprisingly cute of you."
"N-No, you're mistaken! While it's true that cooking would come in handy for entertaining guests, it'd primarily be for self-sufficiency. After all, it's not as though I can always ask Trey or my mother to cook for me." Riddle shifted from one foot to another. "Someday, I'll have to move out of my dorm as well as my house, and live independently as a fine adult."
"Yes, cooking is an essential skill for that distant future. Have you already started on making those arrangements?"
"Er, not yet. I've been looking into it, but to actually take those first physical steps is... that is, I don't know how my mother would react."
"She sounds very stern from what you've told me of her. However, every mother must let her child go eventually."
"Maybe so, but I have never known my mother to back down from her beliefs. She's... not a woman you want to challenge." Riddle's voice strained at the final word. It was the lightest way he could put it, too afraid to acknowledge the whole truth. "I've tried to get her to hear me out, but..."
"If you can't draw that line in the sand now, then when? It will only make things more difficult for you when you start live alone."
"I'm fully aware of that." He couldn't bring himself to say more.
Vil sighed, bringing a hand to his temple. "... Listen, Riddle. Think of life as a stage, and you as the actor upon it. Worried about how the audience will react to your performance, working tirelessly to hone your craft.
“When the lights dim and the cameras turn off, the staff and the audience leave the theatre. You’ll be left only with your own thoughts. The onlookers may have one impression of you—but when the curtains fall, so long as you are proud of who you are away from the public eye, that, I think, is a sign of true maturity.
“If it’s courage and confidence that you seek, then you must work toward it. Never let your eyes stray from it. Even should the world deprive you of a happy ending, you must claw for it, believing that, someday, it will be yours.”
“Vil-senpai… Is this your way of encouraging me to see my goals through to the very end?”
His upperclassman scoffed. Thin, soft—like a rose petal, almost imperceptible as it passed upon a breeze.
“Think of it what your will. I merely speak from my own experience,” Vil replied. “We are both prideful NRC students at our very cores. Standing strong on our own two feet is something we all desire. That we can one day recognize that dream… It goes for us all.”
“Recognizing a dream, hm?”
How curious. I wondered not too long ago if it was really possible. Now, here I am, taking those first, small baby steps. A world where I can think for myself, live by my own rules… It sounds like a wonderland within my reach.
Soon, but not yet.
“… One day,” Riddle whispered to himself. “One day, I’ll be the person I want to be.”
Not the person I’m told to be.
A palm came against his back—a pat from Vil. “Really, I thought the dorm leader of Heartslabyul would know better than to mumble. You’re usually so good at barking at your card soldiers. Do remember to speak up—now, and forevermore.”
“I don’t recall asking for your advice.” Riddle brushed off his touch, stepping forward with his broom at the ready. Still, he chuckled. “… But yes, I will work on gathering my courage so that I may be comfortable leaving the nest. Thank you for your concern, senpai.”
“Ara, what cheek.” Vil tossed his golden locks. “If I’m to share the stage with you, then of course your skills must be on par with mine. Don’t you dare disappoint me, understood?”
“Hmph, when have I ever been the type to fall short of meeting expectations? Observe.”
Riddle confidently mounted his broom, assuming the position he had practiced many times over. There was a diagram of this exact pose in the mountain of textbooks he had in his dorm room. Straddling the handle between the legs, arms straight and steady, one hand gripped over the other, elbows locked.
He could have been the textbook diagram himself.
When Riddle looked up, he saw the vast sky, sunlight spilling across the sea that surrounded the island. Sunset on its way to soon paint the day with darkness.
The sky… It connects many different places and people. The future is stretching out before me, chalk full of possibilities.
Then… I can try, can I? To soar, to break free. Just this once…!!
Riddle’s hold on his broom tightened.
He called forth his magic, letting it pool around him in a shower of scarlet sparkles. The power collected, coalescing as a tingling warmth dancing across his skin, until he at last unleashed it in one burst. Like a cap popped off on a bottle.
Riddle buckled off, propelling into the air in a corkscrew motion. Rose petals fell free from his bouquet, perfuming the summer sky with them.
“Whew…!”
He stopped spinning, flying forward upside down. The world shifted, shapes and colors rearranging into a new perspective. His head and vision spun, seemingly colliding all of his sense against one another.
A moment or two later, and they had rattled neatly into place.
Riddle looked again, taking it all in. Rich gold dappling the grand spires of Night Raven College, the honeyed aroma of roses, the wind from on high tickling his lashes. The delicious freedom of flying freely.
“… Hah.”
Who knew it could taste so sweet?
riddle accepting the fact he's free to eat what he wants now and cook what he wants to the point he's taking the masterchef course. him accepting his mother's flaws and how he was treated and now wants to treat HIMSELF the way he wants/deserves to be. still acknowledging and respecting that his mother built him to be who he is (taking pride in his goals and ambitions) and using it to do better things for himself.
riddle being ambitious and literally making it a goal to leave the house and live by himself. taking pride in himself more while still knowing his own flaws. also having to disregard the so called 'rules' he's been living on and just prefers to just finally LIVE. accepting the fact that the school (most especially his dorm mates) has influenced him to be the teen he is (wanting to sneak out and eat sweets, fall asleep when he wants to, etc.). him healing his inner child little by little by finally getting what he always wanted to do.
it's just peak character development for me. happy birthday my love.
riddle accepting the fact he's free to eat what he wants now and cook what he wants to the point he's taking the masterchef course. him accepting his mother's flaws and how he was treated and now wants to treat HIMSELF the way he wants/deserves to be. still acknowledging and respecting that his mother built him to be who he is (taking pride in his goals and ambitions) and using it to do better things for himself.
riddle being ambitious and literally making it a goal to leave the house and live by himself. taking pride in himself more while still knowing his own flaws. also having to disregard the so called 'rules' he's been living on and just prefers to just finally LIVE. accepting the fact that the school (most especially his dorm mates) has influenced him to be the teen he is (wanting to sneak out and eat sweets, fall asleep when he wants to, etc.). him healing his inner child little by little by finally getting what he always wanted to do.
it's just peak character development for me. happy birthday my love.
HE FINALLY KNOWS HOW TO WINK QKFKAKFKKQKD HE'S SO PRETTY I'M TRYING NOT TO PULL BUT BUT WURJWNFKWJ RIDDLE 🥹🥹🥹🥹 HE'S SO DAMN PRETTY
SR Riddle Rosehearts - Beach Wear Voice Lines
Due to event restrictions, Groovy related lines are locked until the event has been cleared. I will update once these are unlocked. Login line has been captured.
Summon Line: What is this place...? No, but before that, it is a grave matter to leave campus without prior approval! We must leave as soon as possible!
Groooovy!!: --LOCKED--
Home: I feel ill at ease...
Home Idle 1: If I'm not mistaken, these are coconuts, yes? Then there should be some juice inside... I'll have to craft a tool to carve a hole into it.
Home Idle 2: That creature called Stitch... I saw it eating some metal earlier. Can it even digest that properly...?
Home Idle 3: Jack said that Stitch is definitely not a dog. I do agree with him, but I wouldn't know what to say if you were to ask me what he actually is...
Home Idle - Login: It's rather hot on this island... Even while I am idly standing by, I can still feel sweat start to drip. I shall go rest in the tree shade.
Home Idle - Groovy: --LOCKED--
Home Tap 1: I never expected to ever wear something this casual... This is an outrageous fit, even my belly button is showing!
Home Tap 2: I don't mind if it's thyme, or mint, or something else, but I need you to go and search for some herbs. I must drink some herbal tea before the daybreak!
Home Tap 3: It seems as though the banana blossoms that Azul picked for us are edible... And yet the color gives me doubt.
Home Tap 4: Lilia-senpai is rather skilled at crafting makeshift cots as well as using stones to make cooktops. I wonder where he could have learned such things.
Home Tap 5: I cannot get on well together with Stitch. He's much too freewheeling... If he were a Heartslabyul student, it would have already been off with his head.
Home Tap - Groovy: --LOCKED--
Requested by @thelonelypearl.
ツイステ Twisted Wonderland SPOILERS - Riddle Rosehearts “BR/LOOM” Birthday 2023
The last but not least boy of the Broomquet series, before we switch to the “Disney 100th Anniversary” Series with Jamil spearheading the white tuxedo look ~
DUO and interviewer will be Vil,
Previous years birthday SSRs will be on separate banners and all birthday banners feature the birthday boy as guaranteed 100th-pull SSR,
GuestRoom Furniture : Riddle’s Broomquet will be available at Sam’s Shop for 10 birthday medals (you get 1 medal for each pull on the new banner)