I know this is very very out of the blue, and im sure some of you may be upset with me due to my absence and my lack of writings thus far despite mentioning multiple times that id be back into writing soon enough.
I wanted to write this post to inform everyone of my decision of stopping my writing.
I have currently 500 followers, all of which (i assume) look forward to my creative works and have followed me expecting it. Unfortunately, i am pursuing a medical educational path and i will not be able to have enough time to write. I was hugely debating on whether or not i should continue to extend my hiatus and simply post an announcement with an update, however i realised that it is largely unfair for me to do so, since i had promised multiple times to continue writing and then simply disappeared.
I understand it may also be unfair for me to suddenly stop my creative works like this, as i had 2 huge works which i had barely started – one of which i was actually quite looking forward to writing (the Vil arranged marriage au), but i wasnt able to do so. I also have recently been losing interest in twst, and i hope to revive it again soon, but i can't rely on something that's uncertain and subject to change very frequently.
Thus, as much as i am displeased, i will be stopping my writing and this will continue to be a personal blog. If i can, i may upload a few writings, maybe a few that were already in my draft, or some low effort ones. Either way, those are not guarunteed as of when i continue as a personal blog, compared to my status of a writing blog.
I am deeply apologetic to those who were waiting on some of my works, especially the Malleus Maleficent AU, which i feel like had the most attention out of all of my works. I had a detailed character assignment since i didnt want it to be the dumb "y/n sold" trope, and i wanted them to retain some of their original feel from the actual movie without completely erasing the characters to the assigned roles. However, even that has been put to a stop.
As for any questions, i will answer them shortly, either by reblogs, direct replies, direct messages, etc.. but i cant guaruntee you may find the answer you would be pleased with. So in a way, it's basically deciding whether or not you want to imagine up a reason or risk being disappointed with my interpretation/writing lol.
In any case, i am really happy to have been writing on this blog. It was for a really brief period, which kind of embarasses me, but i had a lot of fun. Some of you were especially interactive, so thank you to those special blogs. <3.
Thank you to each and every one of my 500 (503?) Followers. I appreciate all of you from the bottom of my heart. ❤.
Hey guys im finally back 😭😭😭😭 my major exams are over so i can finally start getting into the swing of things ! Ill try to answer the asks in my inbox which have been rotting for like. ... 3 decades now 😭💀💀
Im so sorry nonnie u must have beeb waiting a long time i swear !!! Just !! 3 months more and ill write everythinf u guys want me to :(( im sorry i havent been active im going insane 😭😭 i promise ill write all the series im doing rn 😭 please stay patient
summary: what happens after you leave? what if both of you were meant to meet, no matter which world? the new student in your class seems so oddly familiar. What memory are you trying to revive?
A/n: this is basically self indulgence for me after twst is over after watching the ch 7 trailer and realizing the main story will end soon </3 this is also inspired by like. the intro page of twst where they ask u to choose someones hand n grab it tight. i thoroughly believe its connected to the ending so yargh. reader basically picked Vil in this one. can u guys guess who my bias is.
Words: about 2.7k, this is a one-shot <3
Content warnings and Labels: Vil x reader (reader is gn), Angst, reader has amnesia, mentions of being in a long term coma, feelings of nostalgia and melancholy, mentions of grief. you get the gist, I hope.
Suggested: listen to this mbira video while reading. The only thing i was listening to while writing this. hope it captured the mood well.
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The headmaster chose to spare everyone of the grief.
It was a few weeks, you'd been in a coma apparently. Your family rejoiced when you finally woke up. You swore you weren’t here before, but you couldn’t remember anything else. You didn’t know where else you could have been. You chose to push it to the back of your mind, after enough brushing off from your family and friends.
You recovered in no time, and started going back to school. You climbed the same stairs as you always did, your locker remained in the same place. You found out your place had been changed and you sat beside someone else now, your friends at a faraway corner.
You half expected them to snicker and throw a paper ball at you and..
Wait, why would they do that?
You kept looking at the back of their heads. They were focused on what your teacher was saying.
Why wouldn’t they?
A tiny voice. Brushed aside.
The ceiling of your room looked so familiar and so distant. A tiny glow in the dark sticker painted over with the color of your walls. A vase full of roses and a small stack of "Get well soon!" Cards on your bedside. The open window blew in slight dust and a small dandelion seed. You wanted to catch it, but couldnt find the energy to get up. You watched it slowly trickle down onto your bedside and stay motionless.
Don’t forget us, idiot.
You shot up.
You remembered.
No, wait.. you didn’t.
A flash of a memory.
Was it really yours?
The flash went by as quickly as it came. What were you trying to remember?
Your eyes zoned in on your desk. A small perfume bottle and a neatly written letter from a distant relative. You could smell the faint, sweet smell of apples and a forgone summer.
Why did you feel so.. lonely?
What are you trying to remember in the first place?
What did you lose in the first place, that you are so desperately trying to remember?
You fell back on your bed with a soft thump.
Your phone cast beside you started to buzz. It was your friend. They asked you about the homework assigned.
You got to work.
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Riddle was not the best at suppressing emotions, but where did they come from?
He stared at the tea in the cup, and let the warmth dissipate in his hands. The party was perfect. All the roses were red, there was no chestnut tart, and the only cat allowed was Grim.
Even Ace, Deuce and Grim were not quite snarky, and seemed much more tame than how they usually were.
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Leona was smart. He knew something was missing long ago. He didn’t know where this came from, but he didn’t bother. Another order for Ruggie, a different sandwich and another day in his passing life with a predetermined fate. What should he worry about?
Ruggie stood under a tree, and contemplated an empty feeling, without a word. A few moments off from his rushed, ever so busy life. He listened to the silent bristling of the leaves and glanced at silver, who also seemed to be confused about this feeling. No words were shared. The rustling sound of a plastic bag and distanced footsteps were heard.
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The lounge was much more empty than Azul would have liked. A sign of less profit was of less noise, and less noise meant he was alone with his thoughts. The paperwork was drab today aswell, which did not help much. It kept him busy, though.
Jade and Floyd didn’t seem too ecstatic about working either. Floyd was especially slumped, but didn’t whine or complain. Jade was similar, the only difference being he would do whatever was required (at a more lethargic rate, but it was work nonetheless).
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The ever so cheerful Kalim, for the first time, seemed calmer than usual. Smiling brightly at his dormmates and the repeated, "its a slow day today!" With a smile. It was starting to get easy to tell he was getting tired of it. A followed laugh that trailed off and a smile that stopped reaching the eyes.
Jamil was harder to figure on the surface. Ever so cool and composed. His hood seemed to cover his face further than usual. A thoughtful and foggy look in his eyes. Someone always sat beside him, but it wasn’t any of the dormmates. The hot air gently blew in. The smell of a water fountain and something that waited to be remembered.
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Vil was an actor, a model, and a professional at both. He knew how to keep mild troubles buried. He's used to it.
There’s that photoshoot he has to prepare for, and the new makeup kit he has to try. He needs to help the Special Effects team in his club and there’s also a new skin serum he has to try, and then..
He swore there was a perfume bottle on his vanity, and he could still faintly smell it. But he couldn’t remember how it looked like. What brand was it, really? He scolded himself for not remembering. The mirror reflected his face. The reflection felt unfulfilling.
Rook knew deep and well that Vil was troubled. But it was something he couldn’t quite help him with. And if anything, he might make it worse. He knew when to be honest and when to keep quiet. Even as a confident figure, he seemed to be quieter than usual.
Epel wasn’t an idiot. So he kept quiet. Rook didn’t have to tell him anything. He spent enough time around him to understand from a single glance at one another. No words were exchanged, but understanding was universal between the three, and a nonverbal agreement to keep quiet. The faint smell of dust, despite the halls being cleaned spotless almost everyday.
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Idia swore the character Ortho's been mentioning doesn’t exist in any of the fandoms he knew. He found foreign things in his memory card, but it was all corrupted. It wasn’t anything important, and easy to delete.
Why was he hesitating? Its not important.
Although.. maybe he should keep it. Ortho insisted the character was there, and was so adamant until he asked him to describe the character. Maybe he’s hoping something will happen. He left ortho to his own devices for a while.
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Malleus was familiar to this feeling of loneliness. But the smell of dust, a blurred memory of a night walk, and discarded tickets, all seemed like something just within his reach. But when he reached out, his fingers felt the fog of an unknown memory. Were the years starting to strain on him?
Lilia was very aware of what malleus felt, but not about what he felt about. He simply smiled and continued on, assuring the dorm students.
Sebek was not bothered, and accompanied Malleus just as frequently. He seemed to go about his own more easily, however. Silent bouts became uncommon but not rare anymore. Silent training and a faraway expectation.
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{real world - pov}
You took your usual place in class, and 2 acquaintances came around your desk, simply discussing what happened in the last class and lightly joking. You wanted to join in, but hesitated, simply opting to smile politely. They mentioned someone wouldn't be coming today, and one of them claimed another desk was newly added. You blinked in confusion for a while. It was evident you were the last one to know.
You opened your textbook and spun a pencil in your hand, your eyes drifting to the empty desk across the class.
He never gave back your pencil.
You blinked.
Another memory. It wasnt yours. You brushed it off.
Everyone settled in and the atmosphere turned quiet. There was slight mumbling outside the door, before the teacher came in and asked for everyone's attention.
A new student was joining the class. As far as the teacher told the class, he was supposed to be here last year but due to issues, he had to join a different year.
The door opened and a tall blonde boy came in. You swear you’ve seen him before, and you slightly gaped as you kept looking at him. His eyes simply wandered and lingered around the class until he looked at you. His gaze fitted you for only a while longer before he blinked and introduced himself.
His name felt familiar.
He took the empty seat across the class, and the person sitting there would be moved next to you. You watched him settle into his newly assigned desk and other classmates around him welcome him.
You were able to pay more attention to your lessons nowadays, and some kind of fog started to lift. But from time to time you'd look up at the teacher ,when she turned to the black board and flit your eyes to him, where you'd catch him looking back at you. You shifted and quickly averted your gaze back to your notebook. You felt his stare linger on you for a while before he turned around.
Vil was certain this feeling was nothing but a simple bump in the road. His conscience felt clear (or rather, he got better at ignoring and tucking this feeling away for good), and he was able to get back into rhythm again. Rook and Epel took notice, and didn't comment as he subtly expected. He was lively again.
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[other world]
And it was disappointing for him to see his neighbor was absent, leaving an empty desk to his right.
His mornings had started to feel lighter and better. The club had finally started to make better progress on the project they'd been working on, Epel finally got over a learning curve and Rook had been as praising as usual. His schedule was set and he made enough time for himself to relax for an hour, after roughly a solid month of feeling disconnected and still pushing through.
Oh, and there's that one student.
They became the hottest topic at NRC, even Epel couldn't help but mention it during his lessons and Rook even chittered with delight about them.
Due to.. complications, their entrance into NRC as a student was delayed a year, and had finally returned. They hadn't been sorted into any of the dorms as their arrival had been very recent.
Vil didn't quite care more or less about it, but still bothered to listen to the information.
Getting into NRC was one thing, and having your entrance delayed was another.
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[other world]
You were anxious to say the least. Happy or sad, you couldn't decide. But anxious? Almost all the time with the new developments in place. Well, most of the time.
Your friends cheered upon hearing the news, and encouraged you greatly despite the fact you'd have to wait another year and continue in a different school for the time being. You decided it was better to wait. Good things come to people who wait, you suppose.
And it was strange enough as-is, having to put on the dark grey-ish black vest, with the uniform the school had provided. The headmaster assured you it could be replaced in no time with the dorm you'd be assigned to later that day, and you saw multiple students simply choosing not to wear one. It was still weird.
You walked into class just as the professor was about to introduce you to the class and explain tiny, small details in a summarized form. He asked you to sit down in the front row.
You didn’t notice before, slightly fretting over taking out your materials and keeping up with the professor, but midway during the lesson you glanced at your sides. A window to your left, and a blonde man to your side.
You knew who he was of course; but you couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity off.
You kept glancing to your right, trying to figure out just why he seemed so familiar. It wasn’t because you’d seen him on that commercial before, but it felt like something else. You couldn’t name it. And everytime you glanced, it seemed he decided to glance at you too. Both of you made accidental eye contact a few times before you pushed down the urge to look and focused on the lesson. You felt him looking at you and, maybe his gaze lingered longer than usual.
Your last class ended, and as the teacher left, most people started packing up and leaving for the day. Some started chatting with the new blonde boy, while you jotted down some extra notes and started packing things yourself.
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{real world}
You weren’t far off from the class in the corridors when he called out for you.
"Excuse me", he tapped your shoulder. He caught up to you quite easily.
"Hm?" You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him.
He took a hesitant moment, before he asked you, "have we met before? You seem familiar."
You took a few seconds of pondering before saying, "I thought so too but er, I don’t think we have. You seem very familiar too."
You swear you’ve seen him somewhere before. The faint smell of lavender and apples felt so nostalgic, but what memory were you trying to remember?
Both of you started talking, and surprisingly there was smooth conversation. Both of you seemed to get along well, and it was evidently shocking to some of your other classmates who caught glimpses of you in the hallway.
He introduced himself and you did too. He decided to switch seats in the back so he sat next to you, and people even started texting you.
"Getting cozy huh?" Or something similar were the usual messages. Some of them made you laugh, but you brushed it off. The feeling of nostalgia remained, but it felt as though there was no more of a need to remember something. As if everything was fondly in place.
Sometimes both of you would talk about vague nostalgia once again. It confused both of you greatly, but the topic started to be forgotten the more he made newer memories with you.
You’ll hold onto the strange feeling, but you’ll start living once again, you suppose.
He smiled. Soft and rare. The smell of crackers and blurred sounds of celebration in the background, the beginning of a new year.
Vil wasn’t quite sure how to start conversation with you. You most likely knew who he was, but both of you didn’t know anything about each other personally.
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[other world]
Vil asked you for an eraser, which helped him start something. It wasn’t what he exactly wanted, but it was something.
He started conversation there. He asked you simple questions, and started to ease into a conversation. Before both of you knew it ー something clicked and both of you started talking as though you’d known each other long before even having come to NRC.
Vil himself was quite surprised with such an outcome; he didn’t expect such a smooth conversation at all. He made up his mind about inviting you over to Pomefiore if you were free, and approached after class.
That’s when you mentioned, he seemed so familiar. He knew you meant as though both of you had known each other personally, and not simply as having seen him on billboards and magazines.
It wasn't long before you started coming over much more frequently to Pomefiore. Rook welcomed you graciously and even Epel seemed happier around you. It was as though something fell into place; a distant memory clicked.
He knew what you meant, but decided not to tell you.
"I see. Do you mind telling me more?”
There you were, so what else did he have to worry about?
He took your hand gently and applied the nail polish.
"I keep messing up", you’d laugh.
The revived memory of a distant summer. He might never get sick of your laugh. He smiled to himself.
"Of course you did. Let me help.”
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To make the grief easier for everyone to handle, headmaster Crowley was able to erase their memories of you. Or at the very least, blur them to an extreme degree, so no one would grieve of your absence. He promised you would be exempt from this pain aswell. "You will remember when you need to", he told you.
"Farewell, then."
A hand reached out, and you grabbed it tightly. "Don't let go", a distant voice told you.
one thing i love about fellow malleus stans is how we're so used to him showing little to no skin that whenever there's like a shred of an outline of his arms, legs, or collarbones we just go absolutely feral.
it's like a victorian housemaid seeing forearm for the first time.
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I MISS YOU TOO !!@ im doing fine so far !! 1 out of 4 exams are done !! But theres gonna b even more grinding now </3 but im well !! How have you been ?!??@?@ message me more often please 😭😭
I hope you're taking care of yourself! I know studies can be stressful so make sure your taking breaks to stretch, let your mind relax and drink some water! Also good luck!
Hello anon !! Thank you so so much for the lovely words <3 i hope you take care of yourself too
Sorry for being on hiatus for so long 😭😭 i have to focus this entire year on my studies so i havent been able to focus on writing for a while im so sorry to everyone who's been waiting for me to do something.
Id lost interest in a lot of my subjects and i had to get into practice and i couldnt make time for writing, the free time i have now is still time that is actually very crucial for me, i cant really spare a lot. I even spent my entire holidays studying, so im sorry for not having uploaded in a while. I dont think i can upload in a good while too. Im estimating until next time my holidays roll around but until then ill continue to be on hiatus. I love you all <3 thank you for the support
Im looking more into the twst characters and now that i think abt it id probably get into intense heated arguments with almost more than half the entire cast
I think the only few people id get along with r the normal ones like trey maybe 😭😭
Okay yall, ill probably be more active on ao3 since its a new platform and ive currently been workinf on a new series, so ill be on hiatus on tumblr for a while!! Ill be checking the ask box every now and then for anything new, so do shoot me a message if needed <3
