Lota

Lota/Helena! Multifandom (rn mostly idv, mxtx, genshin and twst). Requests are open! <3

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Identity V x Twisted Wonderland (Part 1)

Mary

-heartslabyul

-board games club

Unique magic: mirror mirror on the wall

summons aqua mirror and creates a reflection of herself, whatever she does will be reflected onto her mirror clone. Mirror can move through solid objects. Yet the mirror image can be tangible when she wishes

Wuchang

-Heartslabyul

-Gargoyle Research Society

Shared Unique magic: Jack of all trades, master of none

Wuchang can switch between two souls, the spiritual umbrella is needed for this Unique magic to be active

Wujiu’ Unique magic: Reverberate

Summons a shockwave of sound, much like a bell. Stuns everyone in a certain radius, deafens them for 20 minutes. 

Bi’an’ Unique magic: Syphon

Steals the ling mai of surrounding entities, causing qi deviation. Depending on the amount of ling mai stolen, the qi deviation period can last up to 5 hours. 

Aesop Carl

-Diasomnia

-Science club

-Unique magic: Rebirth

After memorizing someone’s facial features, Aesop has the ability to recreate the person made of wax and wires as a doll. The doll can switch places with the person or bring the person back to life to the position of the doll at Aesop’s will.

Demi Bourbon

-Octavinelle

- No club, works at Mostro Lounge instead

-Unique magic: Elite Bartender’s Dovlin

Any drink that Demi mixes will turn up the way she wishes. She can make the drinks bitter, sweet, poisonous or safe, anything she wishes really. Demi can also create chemicals and other substances using her Unique magic. 

Luca Balsa

-Ignihyde

-Science club prefect

-Unique magic: Super Conductor!

Luca can resonate with electrical currents and manipulate them at will. He can store electricity within his body and discharge waves of electricity at will. 

Yidhra -Diasomnia prefect 

-Gargoyle research society prefect

-Unique Magic: Dance with Yima!

Yidhra is invisible and intangible. She sends out her emissary, Yima instead. Yidhra can leech Yima onto a nearby person. Yima will follow the person who has been leached and Yidhra can enter Yima’s mind. The leech can only be removed by Yidhra herself or someone who has experience with exorcism. 

Ada Mesmer

-Diasomnia

-Science club

-Unique magic: Empathize

Ada can transfer a portion of her life force, whether it be blood, oxygen, energy, lactic acid etc. to another person. 

Emil

-Diasomnia

-Track and field

-Unique magic: Here when I say just take my hand. 

Emil is able to dash towards the people who he has trusted. The people whom he has trusted will also be able to dash towards Emil. 

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*Screams*

HI I request chaotic octatrio messages. Yknow? Like from here https://incorrect-quotes-generator.neocities.org

or from our interactions

Octatrio incorrect quotes based on things my friends have said…

"𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞"

Jade: Guys someone likes my wrinkled mushroom post

Azul:  ⚰️



"ℙ𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤"

Floyd: https://youtu.be/VU_Y1il1Cdk?t=39...watch...I died.

Jade: Ma’am I was watching it.

Floyd: It just fckin screams, I can't.

Jade: Why are they just screaming…

Azul: Stop replaying it Floyd, I can hear it from my table😭

"𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙"

*context: we are in a vc and “Azul” is muted*

Azul: I want to die, my art homework looks so kaku (stiff).

Azul: No I’m not.

Azul: It's due like after the exams.

Floyd: What happened to your freedom of speech.

Floyd: Why are you muted…

"ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕜"

Jade: Rook is coming, to haunt your dreams.

Floyd: I hope ur mushrooms die. 😃



[goombababa]

hi :)

[httpkaleido]

Angler from the Depths

She descended during summer, reaching out from murky depths. Little sea princess, sweet little girl. So wronged, so sad, so cruel. The waxy moon hung low, it swings with each swirl of wind. Mosaic glass, dusty pillars. My dear Grace, you were always part of the hunter’s faction. 

Don’t speak, don’t forgive. Poor princess couldn’t be heard. All you wanted was to shout it out wasn’t it? But all your cries are small and the days have moved on they can’t be heard at all. Poor little princess, poor little girl, you wanted vengeance, you wanted them dead. 

Swivelling and silent, like the datura that cuts off strands of life. Swimming and secretive, like the lotus who hides its roots below the surface. With the way of water you came, swindling past rocky banks. Little girl, sweet princess, you came and then you left. With blessings you brought a new era upon your people, with tragedy you left. 

As you grew within that little village, so did your thoughts. You longed to speak your heart’s wishes. Why couldn’t wish speak, why couldn’t they? Why were they left to die? Just like you…

Little princess, oh little princess, there came the day you turned nineteen. Such beautiful locks you have, such pretty eyes you wear. And your heart, oh and your heart, the most beautiful machine in all the lands. Little princess, little sea princess, please forgive them so, please forgive the foolish, forgive the unclean. They tied you and anchored you, to the king in yellow you were martyred. 

“Can’t speak, can’t forgive, for my name is Grace and your memories will not live.”

[daruqin]

Cinnamiku 🫶

She’s so cute

[pommetarte]

IS SO PRETTI WTF

[daruqin]

Cinnamiku 🫶

She’s so cute

[pommetarte]

IS SO PRETTI WTF

[pommetarte]

To Turn back Time 

Jamil Viper Angst.

...not me making more angst for my favourite character...

Reader’s POV

If I could offer anything to change this timeline of events, please believe me when I say I would. To have your entire humanity taken away from you when you have no say in the matter is beyond cruel. Why did they have to take you away when you’ve just escaped the suffocating grasp of the past? Why can there be anything done to prevent this? Why did it have to be you?

Questions… Oh, so many questions and yet none of them will ever be answered; they shall remain unasked for they no longer have purpose.  Flowers wilt and materials decay, that’s the way time affects this world. No matter how much I loved you I cannot stop time from taking you away, especially when I was too late.

My love, I have not been able to get any of my previous memories of you out of my head since you were taken from me. I never thought there could be anything that could stop the past from creeping up on us again, but that was my biggest mistake.

My love… The one I thought I would be stuck with forever, the one I knew I could trust, my wonderful Jamil… My life has changed so much since you've been gone. Everything is a horrible reminder of what I have lost; I know I should want it to change, but I cannot. In all these years, I have not been able to move on. My love for you is still an unbearable constant which won’t go away; I want to come back to you, I want to tell you everything that I have done, and I want to hold you one more time. 

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Ooooo my blackbutler and twst obsession is getting kinda out of hand tbh,,,

Tumblr made the pic so pixelated lmao

[pommetarte]

The Lingering Lies of Beautiful Beliefs 

A Hurt to Comfort (bc I love this guy)

Reader's POV

In your arms was where I would love to be, at least that was before all of this happened.

You lied to me. You deceived me and yet I love you. Why?

Perhaps it was because your lies painted the prettiest picture of the future and that it always had you and me in them.

But you didn't want to give up on that fantasy. That led to your downfall but I didn't care. I love you and I still do. But what if your lies are all that I ever get from you?

I know that is not the truth. All those rumours shed no light onto your actual accomplishments, your achievements, your talents, your hobbies. They do not capture a single sight of your true self, only the negative perspectives.

I know you more than them and I am willing to know more, should you let me. I know that you feel guilty about things that have gone wrong and I feel bad for you.

But you said that you loved me, that I am special to you, that you want to stay with me and I believe that. You might think that it is all that is left to keep you with me, but I am not sure that is true. All that remains is to be completely honest with myself and with you.

I will be strong for you. I will be strong for us. But I will also be selfish. What will we do if I do not want to lose this beautiful dream?

[httpkaleido]

Heya! Could I ask for an au where instead of Jamil being a stoic servant and Kalim being a sunshine rich boi, could I have Jamil being a sunshine servant and Kalim being a cold rich boi? Like a personality swap au, but the roles stay the same! No romance or reader, just interactions between them and other students ^^

Cold rich boy and sunshine servant

Scenarios and head canons

Jamil

-HE IS THE BEST SERVANT NRC COULD EVER ASK FOR

-need a glass of water? On it! Feeling down? Jamil will put on a small show for the students!

-Jamil is literally solo carrying scarabia even as the sunshine servant.

-Besties with Epel tbh, I can see them interacting.

-Jamil would be Rook 2.0 for Vil, he would be hyping him up.

-Rook would be happy to have another Vil enthusiast.

-Jamil just wants everyone to be happy.

-He will literally squish Leona’s face and drag the corners of his mouth to make him smile!

-Not only is Jamil super cute and friendly, he is also still super talented!

-HE WILL LITERALLY BE THE BREADWINNER OF THE VDC GROUP.

-Single handedly makes the entire VDC team happy.

-Very much a peacemaker.

- gives off ^ U ^ energy

-would get along with Sebek

-He would help Floyd and Jade do chores at Mostro.

-Almost agreed to transfer to Octavinelle because he does not want to disappoint anyone.

-Stayed in Scarabia because of his loyalty to Kalim.

-Would sing and dance while doing chores such as cooking and cleaning.

-He gives off disney princess vibes tbh.

-Very cute 10/10

Kalim

-Ciel Phantomhive, that is all I can say.

-Kalim would be a Ciel Phantomhive kinnie.

-Tsundereeeee

-Pouty all the time

-Oh no this is Riddle 2.0

-He will 100% have tea with Riddle during free times.

-Very serious (I think the Scarabia students hate him tbh)

-Lowkey spoiled.

-Barges into Azul’s office whenever Jamil is missing.

-Literally will throw hands. (but he does not have the potential to win tbh)

- “ugh Leona…” *rolls eyes*

-He will still love sugary tea.

-Jamil always serves him tea with some small snacks in the evening.

-Kalim will always be quiet and not talk to sunshine!Jamil but he is secretly very grateful.

-Bit of a showoff because he is rich, not as annoying though.

-Probably just bosses Jamil to do everything.

-Very scary.

-Got pissed when he had to stay in the Ramshackle dorm for the VDC period.

-Probably stayed in his room most of the time, only Jamil is allowed to visit.

[httpkaleido]

post ur philgrace stuff/srs

No

My philgrace stuff are off limits

[httpkaleido]

hello kabroski i would like 2 request a jamil fic ( u can make it vv short so I can do math equations while reading it aha ). Genre is up to you, if u make it angst I have another reason 2 cry in math lmao

thank u swagster

keep slayin'

peace

“Maybe”

Jamil x reader

Angst

Sorry bro,, u gotta suffer in math class

I was too late.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please forgive me, please forgive me.

Like the morning dew evaporates, like fog disperses. We were fleeting yet beautiful.

You were like a candle, flickering in the night. I was the moth, attracted to your light. Darling (y/n), darling (y/n). What could I have done, what could I have changed. How could I have stopped him, the angel of death. Azrael. How could I have stopped him from taking you, he took you and left.

You sat there, lifeless. The dining cloth soaked in your vomit. Who would have done this to you? Your once bright face now bleached in faltering grey. Lips chapped and dull, like the marble that coated the cold floors of our school. Eyes losing the light, the eternally flickering flame.

My dear light, my darling candle. Who was it that extinguished your light? They poisoned you, drained you from the inside out. Your head laid against the table, once neat hair was messy. Your nimble fingers stiff from fatigue. Your neck was littered with sanguine lines, scars, cuts. Markings that you made on your own.

You had been poisoned. The devil had poured water over my dearest candle.

Maybe if I had been more gentle with you, maybe if I had been more careful.

Maybe if I had protected you better, maybe if I had loved you more.

Maybe you would have stayed.

[pommetarte]

Bro can u do baizhu x reader

aight bet bro. Thanks for requesting btw, ur so slay. Here's ur baizhu x reader. Hope u'll enjoy this one.

Green Glades of Springtime

A haiku based on you, I think of it everytime I see you. It replays like a record, a wonderful melody ringing louder and louder.

Green signifies life;

The power of creation.

Helping others grow.

I cannot use any form of language or writing to fully capture how I truly feel about you. It’s an impossible feat but for you I’d piece the language together to form a floral bouquet tailored to your tastes. 

I enjoy watching as your long green hair sway rhythmically in the cool evening wind. Your reflections are casted around the room, you look gorgeous-always. I cannot help myself, I gush about everything regarding you. You just remind me of how the cold nights can bring serenity to many. You remind me of the warmth the people I love and care about bring to me. You remind me of everything beautiful  that is being pieced together in a mosaic way; the purest form of art in my eyes.

[httpkaleido]

The World’s Worth for Your Final Act

Lilia Vanrouge x reader

Cw- angst?

This fic is set before our current TWST timeline, Lilia is a viscount who doubles as a mercenary sent to kill a famous performer whom he has fallen in love with, (y/n).

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“Darling pull me closer, pull me closer.” you sang. The theatre hall filled with melody, the audience’s glassy eyes looked up to you. Worshipping your voice with every second they kept their doll eyes locked on you. Within the sea of people there stood me, Viscount Vanrouge. Sitting at my porch at the very top of the opera hall, looming over the thousands of spectators, I looked into your passionate eyes, as you had looked into mine.

Love struck, heart beating. You gave your final bow, the velvet curtains poured down, signing your regards. My love, ah, (y/n) my love. If only you could sing to me again, I’d pay you the world for just one more performance. That night the theatre celebrated with joy, celebrating their star, you.

My heeled boots clicked against the thinly carpeted floor, stepping down from my balcony. My coat fluttering behind. It was like fate meant it to be, you and me. For as I took my final steps, reaching the lower storey, there you were. As if in the face of time, you opened a door, purposefully stepping into my life. You turned around by coincidence, almost like destiny was pulling our strings.

Suddenly I fell into that look, your grasping (e/c) eyes ensnaring me. You were like the rosemary of the theatre, healing and alleviating pain. The dew of the sea. An encounter makes love so cruel doesn’t it? My only wish was to grow old with you. I refused to accept this twisted game our puppeteer was playing.

“Viscount…” Your euphonic voice rings, your torso slowly bowing down. A sign of respect and honour. “Lady (y/n).” I bowed back, replying to your gesture. That moment it was like time froze my dear (y/n), your lips curled into an ethereal smile. When our picture perfect moment was thawed, it had struck twelve.

The orchestra strummed a poetic tune, the melody twisting and turning. Music had filled the hall with life. Earls and dukes, princes and counts, everyone was dancing. I stood there, starstruck as you popped a question. “Dear Viscount, won’t you dance with me?” My stiff lips formed a smile, I extended my arm for you to grab. One foot forward, one foot backwards, one foot forward, one foot backwards. We stole the show didn’t we?

But we know all good things must come to an end. The night was nearing the end. The time had come. We escaped to the garden, sitting under the moonlit gazebo. Fleeing the stifling atmosphere of the murky dance hall, it was somewhat like alcohol, pleasant and first but sickening in the end. Your music like laughter lightened my mood, still though, bittersweet stung my heart. Aching at what I knew had to be done.

Dear (y/n), oh my sweet (y/n). I’m sorry I had not told you, I’m sorry I had to lie. For you were innocent, the dew of the sea. You were the rosemary, healing and alleviating pain. And I was the devil’s trumpet, the datura of the night. Intoxicating and killing, just another messenger of misery.

The moon hung low, swinging , the sky a milky black canvas painting the night. I’m sorry, I was a fool. I gave you one last kiss, a symbol of my love for you, a symbol of our final night together. The sharpened tip of my knife pierced through your chest, striking your leaden heart. Pain etched on your face, your hand trembled in agony. “Even during death, you still managed to put on a show.” My voice crumbled, no longer keeping composure. “I’m sorry (y/n).” The tears swollen in my eyes unbinded, falling down upon my porcelain cheeks. I pulled you close, I pulled you closer. I had paid you the world’s worth of suffering, to see you perform your final act.

You were the rosemary, healing and alleviating pain.

I was the devil’s trumpet, the datura of the night. Intoxicating and killing, your beloved messenger of misery.

I never broke free from the prison I put myself in, the prison of regret. I’m sorry (y/n), I really am. I had never stopped praying for fate to be more compassionate, for our tale had come to an end, your heart withering away. Only my petals are left to bloom, your blood paving the crooked path of these desolate roads. I sign goodbye once again, my dear, my darling.

“(y/n) pull me closer, pull me closer, closer to your heart. Closer to your soul, so that may one day when we defy our place in fate, I could be your marigold, and you’d be my rosemary. Healing my heartache and sorrows.”

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Ignited by My Love for You

Rookvil angst

Rook dies in this au (so sorry)

Part 1= The huntsman

Like a puff of smoke, like morning dew evaporating. Hello and goodbye. It was summer when we first met, the tangerine sun hung high above, it’s fragments of light penetrated through the clouds. The mirror hall bustling with freshmen and prefects. Hood above my blonde hair, I scanned the room, admiring the beauty within the chaos. Then there was you, you among everyone else stood out. Purple locks draped on your lean shoulders, students circled around you, as if they were worshipping a god. But who was I to judge, as I also would have worshipped you as well. 

My beady emerald eyes locked with your purple ones. “Schoenheit, Vil Schoenheit. Remember my name.” The way you announced your name still echoed through my ears till my last breath. It was like the main character in a movie, announcing their name. Wait, no. It was. You were the main character in my story, and I was the background character, ready to fade away anytime. “Rook Hunt, at your service, mon Seigneur.” From the other side of the hall my voice pierced through the clamour. I would have never known you would have heard me, but you did. 

At first you ignored me, and I ignored you. Even so you kept pulling my attention back to you. From that day forward I was always by your side. Not knowing how it happened, or whether fate planned this. Yet I was grateful to be able to admire your beauty, all your beauty. I couldn’t say the same for you, unfortunately. To you, I was just another one of those pests, another one of those fans who simply don’t understand personal space. But to me you were like a queen and I was your huntsman. 

Then came the day I was to proclaim my love to you. On the same day you would have the crown bestowed upon your head, the day you become a housewarden. We were back in the mirror hall, where we first met. The Dire standing upon the stage, leaning on the lecter placed before him. The students were yet again gathered in the same hall, but this time to witness your coronation. Dire Crowley announced your name. “Vil Schoenheit.” Your purple robes flutter behind you as your gaunt body slowly raised up beside the Dire, step by step. I held my breath as you were about to let out your grand speech. “Rook hunt…” You announced, my breath still lost, my eyes narrowed towards you. Your amethyst ones locking with mine. “My vice house warden will be Rook Hunt.” My queen repeats himself again. That night we celebrated with joy, as you had finally reciprocated my love. 

And now here comes this spring. The day we depart from each other. The day I could no longer hold your hand. You stood in front of Neige, Roi de Neige. In your delicate hands you held a bottle of crystal apple juice, made by our very own Monsieur Crabapple. But no, this bottle was different. It was cursed with your envy. I sprinted through the coliseum halls, looking for you, knowing your true intentions. As much as I loved you, I simply could not let it happen. I can’t let you tarnish your reputation. After all, the consequences for a sinful queen is beheading. I can’t allow the wild beast within you to bring your sin upon this innocent lamb. 

 The bottle of juice was already in Neige’s hand. I yelled, “Neige…let me drink this apple juice, I am very thirsty.” With the cheerful smile of an angel, the boy surrendered the bottle to me, staring at me intently. My nimble fingers twisted and turned the cap and unscrewed it off. I brought the bottle closer to my slightly chapped lips. Right before my queen’s envy had sealed my fate, a colleague of mine, Kalim. Had come rushing forth, like a raging bull running towards the matador. Knocking the untouched bottle of juice to shatter upon the ground, the once crystal mouth watering juice was bubbling, corroding the marble floors of the coliseum. 

In a fit of rage, the final drops of ink blotted your magic pen’s crystal. The purple tint had faded away. This time you had come to end Neige as the evil queen herself, and not Vil Schoenheit. I knew how you felt deep inside, I knew why you had let the beast within take over. You thought to an extent that no matter how much you tried, to everyone else you could never be number one. Neige would always beat you. But to me, you would always be number one. You didn’t need to always beat Neige to be number one. If only you could understand that. 

Your garments changed when the ink clouded your mind. Your once neatly worn costume was now changed into dark purple robes, woven with agony. Your head was no longer adorned with the golden glistening tiara. Instead, sitting above your brow was a thorny circlet, beneath it was a black foggy veil that shrouded your golden locks and purple highlights. The poisonous mist you emitted froze everyone in place. Though Jamil had already attempted to pull me out of the hell I was drowning in. I could not just leave you there alone. I can’t leave my precious queen to rot alone in the swallows of envy. The delicate threads of my heartstrings could not bare to see you fall into cruel destiny’s palms. 

I was a fool. I hadn’t realised that saving you would mean sacrificing me. But if this is what my queen needed I would give it all. If the world was willing to make you cry, my sunshine. Please, my queen, don’t you worry, don’t you tarnish your beauty and just smile for me.  The toxic gas spilled into my lungs, obstructing my nasal path. I tried my best to save you, my queen. But all I could do was reach out, reach out for your face. For the last fragment of beauty I wish to admire was my hand cupping your face. Even if that would be my last move before my body grows cold, I’d sacrifice it all to save you. 

I’m sorry Vil. I tried. It isn’t your fault, you didn’t choose to be possessed by envy. Don’t worry, though my wings may take me far and wide, we’ll sing under the same sky. So let us toast to the time we had together, a glass to the joys of us, a glass to the bittersweet ending. 

Though I’ll miss you so deeply, I’ll patiently wait. For another life, for another time. I know that you’ll find me. In another life we’ll meet again, our story may have gone cold in this life, but you will find an eternally flickering light of my love still burning in the cold. I promise you, we’ll defy our place in fate. I’ll walk these desolate roads until we are no longer apart. After all our hearts are binded with the ropes of love, until we meet again my queen, Roi du Poison. I bid you adieu. Thank you, I’m sorry. And goodbye.