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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄!
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imagine having an argument with Idia's tablet in the middle of a hallway, and he's getting annoying so you just press the "end call" button and walk away.
Deuce La Bonbonnière (groovy + sprites!)
I love the designs on his jacket and all the details to his card.
✯ ↠ Twst Masterlist
➳ ◈ Etiquette
Order 1 | Scenario | Epel, Vil
➳ ◈ Dolled up
Order 2 | Headcanons | Heartslabyul
➳ ◈ Fae culture
Order 3 | Headcanons | Diasomnia
➳ ◈ Hold me close
Order 4 | Headcanons | First years
➳ ◈ Don’t touch!
Order 5 | Headcanons | Second years
➳ ◈ Sadist
Order 6 | Headcanons | Heartslabyul, Pomefiore + Idia
➳ ◈ Dainty time warper
Order 7 | Headcanons | Leona, Malleus, Vil, Jamil
➳ ◈ Little ill tempered
Order 8 | Headcanons | Floyd, Leona, Malleus
➳ ◈ Let’s play
Order 9 | scenarios | Housewardens P.1 (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim)
➳ ◈ Sing out loud
Order 10 | Scenarios | Riddle, Epel, Ace
➳ ◈ Card play
Order 11 | One shot | Riddle, Floyd, Jade
➳ ◈ No big deal
Order 12 | Scenarios | Housewardens
➳ ◈ One before the other
Order 13 | One-shot | Silver
➳ ◈ Angelic
Order 14 | Headcanons | Octavinelle
➳ ◈ Melancholy sister
Order 15 | Headcanons | Epel
➳ ◈ Years together
Order 16 | One-shot | Riddle
➳ ◈ Punk
Order 17 | Headcanons | Floyd, Leona, Deuce
➳ ◈ Finding family
Order 18 | One-shot | Diasomnia
➳ ◈ Pocky game
Order 19 | Scenarios | Housewardens P.2 (Vil, Idia, Malleus)
➳ ◈ Learning to rest
Order 20 | Headcanons | Trey, Ruggie
➳ ◈ In the kitchen
Order 21 | Headcanons | Jamil
➳ ◈ Lips sealed
Order 22 | Headcanons | VDC group (Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Jamil, Epel, Rook, Vil) + Neige
➳ ◈ Scars without meaning
Order 23 | Headcanons | Housewardens
➳ ◈ Training
Order 24 | One shot | Diasomnia
➳ ◈ Unexpected strength
Order 25 | Headcanons | Housewardens
➳ ◈ Between
Order 26 | Headcanons | Ignihyde
➳ ◈ Be courteous
Order 27 | Headcanon | Pomefiore
➳ ◈ Braiding
Order 28 | Headcanons | Trey, Cater, Jamil, Vil
➳ ◈ Between lion and tiger
order 29 | Headcanons | Savanaclaw
➳ ◈ Good boy
order 30 | Headcanons | Ace, Deuce, Epel
➳ ◈ Like family
order 31 | Headcanons | VDC group (Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Jamil, Epel, Rook, Vil)
➳ ◈ Play along
order 32 | Headcanons | Deuce, Kalim, Silver
➳ ◈ Make a move
order 33 | Headcanons | Jamil, Azul, Ruggie, Jack
➳ ◈ Tsundere
order 34 | Shorts | Housewardens + Vice housewardens
➳ ◈ Keeping quiet
order 35 | Headcanons | Riddle, Jade, Floyd, Lilia, Malleus, Crowley, Crewel, Trein
➳ ◈ My romances
order 36 | One-shot | Malleus
➳ ◈ Ace Trappola having a crush
order 37 | Headcanons | Ace
➳ ◈ Deuce Spade having a crush
order 38 | Headcanons | Deuce
➳ ◈ Cater Diamond having a crush
order 39 | Headcanons | Cater
➳ ◈ Trey Clover having a crush
order 40 | Headcanons | Trey
➳ ◈ Riddle Rosehearts having a crush
order 41 | Headcanons | Riddle
➳ ◈ Jack Howl with a crush
order 42 | Headcanons | Jack
➳ ◈ Ruggie Bucchi with a crush
order 43 | Headcanons | Ruggie
➳ ◈ Leona Kingscholar with a crush
order 44 | Headcanons | Leona
➳ ◈ Floyd Leech with a crush
order 45 | Headcanons | Floyd
➳ ◈ Stupid siblings
order 46 | Scenario | Ace, Cater
➳ ◈ The kid in Ramshackle Dorm
order 47 | Headcanon | Heartslabyul
➳ ◈ Jade Leech with a crush
order 48 | Headcanons | Jade
➳ ◈ The kid in Ramshackle Dorm
order 49 | Headcanon | Savannaclaw
➳ ◈ Azul Ashengrotto with a crush
order 50 | Headcanons | Azul
➳ ◈ Jamil Viper with a crush
order 51 | Headcanons | Jamil
➳ ◈ The kid in Ramshackle Dorm
order 52 | Headcanon | Octavinelle
➳ ◈ Duck down
order 53 | Headcanons | Heartslabyul
➳ ◈ Kalim Al Asim with a crush
order 54 | Headcanons | Kalim
➳ ◈ Epel Felmier with a crush
order 54 | Headcanons | Epel
➳ ◈ Rook Hunt with a crush
order 55 | Headcanons | Rook
➳ ◈ Vil Schoenheit with a crush
order 56 | Headcanons | Vil
➳ ◈ Trust my Power!
order 57 | Headcanon | first years
➳ ◈ Idia Shroud with a crush
order 58 | Headcanon | Idia
➳ ◈ Help me out
order 59 | shorts | Housewardens
➳ ◈ The kid in Ramshackle Dorm
order 60 | Headcanon | Scarabia
➳ ◈ ✧ Sebek Zigvolt with a crush
order 61 | Headcanon | Sebek
➳ ◈ Nail polish
order 62 | Headcanon | Second years
➳ ◈ Happy Idia Day
order 63 | one shot | Idia
➳ ◈ Silver with a crush
order 64 | Headcanon | Silver
➳ ◈ Lilia Vanrouge with a crush
order 65 | Headcanon | Lilia
➳ ◈ Christmas
order 66 | voice lines | all
➳ ◈ Malleus Draconia with a crush
order 67 | Headcanon | Malleus
➳ ◈ My valentine
- order 68 | Headcanons | Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle
➳ ◈ The Trapped Princess of Twisted Wonderland
- order 69 | Ramble
➳ ◈ The Trapped Princess of Twisted Wonderland
- order 70 | Series
➳ ◈ Rainy day
- order 71 | one shot | Ace + Deuce
➳ ◈ Ace and Deuce with the same crush
- order 72 | Headcanon | Ace + Deuce
➳ ◈ Amuse me
- order 73 | headcanons | First years
➳ ◈ Tough Fall
- order 74 | shorts | Housewardens
➳ ◈ Trust me?
- order 75 | headcanons | Octavinelle
➳ ◈ Wake up
- order 76 | headcanons | Housewardens
➳ ◈ Why does love?
- order 77 | headcanons | First Years + Housewardens
➳ ◈ My Pearl
- order 78 | one-shot | Silver
➳ ◈ Green Flags
- order 79 | headcanons| Heartslabyul
Last updated: 6.9.23
A long day in the liminal pool space
SAVANACLAW'S HOUSEWARDEN HAS A BREEDING KINK
. . . 💬 when leona finally got some time to spend with his little herbivore, he couldn't miss the opportunity to pounce.
— pairing: leona kingscholar x you
— warnings: breeding king, reader has a pussy, dirty talk, beastman cock, sex, exhibitionism, mentions of pregnancy (nothing major), leona being a meanie, dumbification? kinda, overstim, denied orgasm
A/N: wrote that one with my pussy ngl
For someone so lazy, Leona got quite the energy when it comes to you.
Twisted Wonderland
Fanfics SMAU
Scenarios:
TWST boys drunk around their girlfriend pt1
TWST boys drunk around their girlfriend pt2
TWST boys drunk around their girlfriend pt3
First years find out you're dating their dorm leader
Silent treatment?!
TWST Boys Take Care of Their Drunk Girlfriend pt1
TWST Boys Take Care of Their Drunk Girlfriend pt2
TWST Boys Take Care of Their Drunk Girlfriend pt3
You from the 1900s !?!?
Low Blood?
Is Your Girl Single? pt1
Is Your Girl Single? pt2
Is Your Girl Single? pt3
Wait... Are you a lesbian??
I will always be next to you...
Are you pregnant?
A boy who’s jacked and kind
A boy who’s jacked and kind pt2
You are NAUGHTY!! Pt1
You are NAUGHTY!! Pt2
You are NAUGHTY!! Pt3
Natural flirt pt1
Natural flirt pt2
Natural flirt pt3
Seashells
Who’s the good boy?
Excuse me… SIR?! Pt1
Excuse me… SIR?! Pt2
Excuse me… SIR?! Pt3
Queen bee
Good night kiss
One kiss
Smooth talker
Soft and cute
Toxic beauty
Toxic beauty pt2
Your little high and mighty
The mood is gone1
The mood is gone pt2
The mood is gone pt3
The mood is gone pt4
Mixed text pt1
Mixed text pt2
Mixed text pt3
Mixed text pt4
Is that a spider?!
Dress is ruined
No kisses!? Pt1
No kisses!? Pt2
No kisses!? Pt3
Sudden kiss
Nightmare
What did you say?
Wait… YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?! pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8
You are mean!
Your health matters
After anesthesia
Bicep theory
I can impress you!
Interesting book choice
Excuse me… what?pt1
Excuse me… what?pt2
Bloody mess
Where do babies come from?
Not everyone deserves your kindness
Unconscious sweet habits
Drunk confession pt1 pt2 pt3
Is it too revealing?
Why are you not holding my hand?
Ovulation
Wrong timing
Dying from embarrassment
More cuddles
Thinking about the Octavinelle trio being fascinated by their partners human legs...
Floyd is the most vocal about his fascination. Whenever you're simply relaxing- wether that be in public or private- he's quick to put his hands on your legs. He's unashamed about his curiosity, poking and prodding the appendages like they don't have any sensation. The first time you allowed him to just play with your legs he dug his fingers into your calves like he was trying to tenderize meat.
The only plus side to the jabbing was that it could occasionally act akin to a wonky massage.
Adore me, hold me and explore me | Minajael Tealrajah
A/n: now and then when I write smut I’ll lock myself in my room and get the inner demons out, so what you’re reading now is likely the product of what happens when you let your inner thoughts win :) <3
Warnings: smut (duh), dom! minajael, written in fem!pov but gender of reader is unspecified, some are not rlly nsfw, a bit ooc, wattpad ahh use of words, not proofread
Again, this is SMUT
I'ma fight a man
Oh, the poor girl from another world. Magicless, helpless, constantly dragged into battles against Overblots that should have erased you on sight.
No one warned them that her feminine energy is… quite literally otherworldly. Turns out, every monster is punchable if you try hard enough.
Riddle
Dark clouds, the ground split open in several parts of the rose garden; the Unbirthday Party that Riddle so proudly proclaims with all its rigid, structural rules is an absolute disaster.
Trey is trying to reason with a completely deranged Riddle, who is swinging spears left and right; Ace and Deuce are only creating more chaos to distract him, too. Cater, on the other hand...
“Okay, okay, stay under the table and don’t move, alright, cutie?”
He leaves you under a table that has somehow magically remained intact, with its spotless white tablecloth still draped over it… as if you’re a tiny puppy. A wet, lost, terrified little puppy.
Oh hell nah
There is no poor, helpless, defenseless human girl without magic here. Well… without magic, yes. But defenseless? Never.
You scan the wreckage with your blood boiling.
Feral survival mode: activated
Aside from the table they so badly want you to hide under, everything is destroyed; the teacups are shattered; the elegant chairs are broken into multiple pieces, and several of them have splinters sharp enough to look useful.
One splintered piece of a backrest has a very suspiciously bat-like shape.
Perfect!
And while Riddle keeps going with his monologue, “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” here, and “I AM THE RULES!” there, you slip away like a sneaky little rat until you end up right behind him.
Crack
Solid wood connects with his skull… and he collapses like a puppet with its strings cut, completely graceless, all thanks to your immaculate strike with that improvised bat.
The Overblot ink dissolves, the monster disappears, and Riddle is left unconscious on the ground.
“…I didn’t kill him, right?”
Well… let’s hope not, sweetheart.
He’ll probably wake up with a lump the size of an egg and no memory whatsoever… though you absolutely are going to remind him of everything he made you suffer through these past few days. And if he tries it again...
That’s a paddling
Leona
Savanaclaw has become a death trap, sand flying everywhere, making it impossible to see and even harder to breathe.
It has turned even drier, even more suffocating, and with the monster at Leona’s back striking and roaring, everything trembles and breaks every millisecond.
Round two, sweetheart
Stopping your breathing seems like the most sensible option for now, considering you’re walking toward an Overblot with a lion-like monster behind him, whose ink creates hyenas and whose magic could turn you into golden dust.
The female survival instinct does not actually contain much survival, honestly.
Plenty of adrenaline, yes. Plenty of anger, too… but you’re not going for his back. You’re approaching from the side, in plain sight.
If plain sight can even count while Leona is unleashing a full sandstorm.
Well… oxygen is temporary.
“Pathetic. A tiny magicless herbivore, standing in my way…”
If there’s one thing you’ve learned from watching so many shows and movies, it’s that you never let the villain finish their monologue nor their transformation.
In this case, his monologue.
Between laughter and degrading comments… direct hit to the nose.
Maybe you break his cartilage, maybe you make him bleed, maybe you leave a bruise...maybe his nose ends up slightly crooked.
And maybe a couple of your knuckles break from the impact, too.
“I want ice, NOW!” you snap, shaking your hand like a maraca while completely ignoring the way Leona falls backward.
The ice arrives, the student clearly thinking it’s for his housewarden, but you snatch the frozen bag away and press it to your knuckles, abandoning the great lion on the floor.
The mighty king of the savanna… sprawled out on the sand.
Ruggie is on the ground beside him, lifting his head so the blood doesn’t make him choke, but he can’t stop laughing. He is not going to let him live this down from now on.
Leona probably won’t apologize when he wakes up… but he does put you on the same level of respect as the lionesses of Sunset Savanna.
Better to be safe and keep his distance than risk getting his nose broken again.
Azul
You should have seen it coming...
An octopus mage losing his composure, hysterical, with eight slippery tentacles moving everywhere…The perfect hentai scenario, and you don't want to be the tragic heroine of that genre.
But there you are, grabbed around the waist by one of those tentacles and lifted who knows how much off the ground.
In Azul’s twisted mind, you are not a threat. Just a simple, helpless land-dwelling human. A perfect little thing for his collection.
Well… he can tell that to your teeth.
The slimy, salty, suction-cupped appendage gets caught between your two rows of teeth, your canines sinking deeper than the rest of your pearly whites.
It’s like he’s being bitten by a mangy dog.
It is a wild, vicious bite, your head jerking as you try to tear even more of that awful rubbery texture apart.
Don’t even get me started on the coating of slime and squid ink. Gross, gross, disgusting. Blegh
And with a high-pitched shriek, Azul releases the tentacle, flailing it through the air. It writhes and curls into itself, trying to seek comfort in its owner’s hands.
The fall to the floor is not glorious, but at least you don’t break anything. What you do need to do is spit out whatever you managed to tear from that tentacle… and brush your teeth a thousand times to get that taste out of your mouth.
Rotten sushi
Floyd is smacking the floor with his hand, completely falling apart with laughter. Jade is already plotting the coming days and exactly how he is not going to let a single second pass without bothering his boss about this.
Meanwhile… Azul is still holding the tentacle in his hands, staring at it with tears in his eyes, soothing the wound with his palm.
You can hear sobs when he turns his back, choosing to cry with the last scrap of dignity he has left where no one can see his face.
For a loooong while, they stop serving takoyaki or anything with octopus at Mostro. The mere idea of seeing you eat seafood makes his skin crawl.
He still has teeth marks… a perfect souvenir
Jamil
Jamil’s Overblot, that serpentine figure like a naga, dark and dripping with ink and years of suppressed resentment. His snakes writhe from side to side, like Medusa, and his eyes are filled with cold, calculated fury.
He could easily pass as a mythological creature from Ancient Greece.
If not for the massive ego and more specifically targeted resentment… but hey, villains never really go after the people they should.
That is what makes you angriest.
Not the fact that Kalim is crying while dodging attack after attack, or the fact that Grim is clawing at one of Jamil’s snakes with his little paws.
No, it’s the fact that this boy is being a complete dumbass, blinded by his pent-up rage, incapable of recognizing his own weak points.
A couple of snakes spot you as an easy target, because obviously the only woman in the whole dorm has to be the party’s weakness.
Intention: unknown. You don’t want to find out, either.
With some effort, you grab them with your bare hands, each head in each fist, and pull, as if you’re yanking on a rope with treasure at the other end.
In this case, you are dragging Jamil directly toward you.
He stumbles, thrown off-balance, completely shocked by your brute strength and by the fact that you somehow managed to capture two of his snakes.
That surprise is what costs him when your knee slams into the area beneath his sternum.
Direct hit to the stomach and part of the lungs… let’s hope you don’t leave bruises on his organs.
The air bursts out of his mouth, and he folds in half, curling pathetically in on himself and wheezing with thin strands of saliva clinging to his lips.
You are not in the mood to watch him vomit all over Scarabia’s beautiful marble… but you do hear his tiny groans and sobs.
A kick to the balls probably would have hurt less.
“Ironic that you’re more scared of insects than snakes”
He’s already on the floor, don’t humiliate him further
The best apology Jamil can think of is leaving you cups of coffee. Good coffee, coffee from Silk City, not the burnt sludge from the cafeteria or Ramshackle. A cup always waits for you before class and after a veeeeeery long day.
And every time, he leaves it near you, but that doesn't mean he stays close. He steps back a few paces, covering his stomach…just in case.
Vil
The stage is in ruins, the screens shattered… the perfect setting for the most beautiful man in the world, Vil Schoenheit, to look this ruined.
Ruined… but beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. Golden radiance and black rot, perfection and poison; the combination of gold, violet, and black suits him like it was made for him.
Rook is trying to reason with him, leaving the poetry for another moment… which means everything is truly going to hell.
Epel and the others are trying not to breathe in too much of the poison slowly contaminating the air.
And there you are… a tiny little thing, defenseless, probably the most ordinary and ugly thing on the stage by Vil’s current standards.
“I WILL BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL!”
The most logical thing to do is make him uglier.
And there you go, climbing him like a monkey scaling a tree, pulling yourself up from the hems of his refined dress or robe or whatever the hell his Overblot version has put him in, while he tries to smack you away like an insect.
More than once, he scratches you with his long nails, but nothing stops your path toward his golden hair.
“GET OFF ME… YOU IRRITATING INSECT!”
Your hands grab a fistful of his strands… and pull.
Those classic hair-pulling yanks from women fighting, grabbing each other by the scalp and painfully ripping at the roots
And his scream is so high-pitched that it echoes through the entire coliseum, piercing and completely undignified. How dare someone like you, with those filthy hands, touch his immaculate hair?
His monster shrieks with him, mimicking his twists and his frantic attempts to throw you off his shoulders.
If your life weren’t currently at risk, Epel would probably take out his phone and start recording the whole thing. It’s too ironic
The great Vil, defeated because someone pulled his hair.
On the stage floor, ink, makeup, and sweat decorate the ground… and a few golden-violet strands are floating through the air.
His hair can recover with enough treatment; his ego, on the other hand, is going to take a little longer.
Idia
STYX is about to collapse if this keeps going.
The screens are falling to the floor, panels are breaking apart, and Idia’s Overblot ink is consuming everything in its path. And poor Ortho is there like a puppet of his brother’s despair.
Ortho, the gentlest humanoid you have ever known, is now a lifeless shell, mechanical and precise enough to kill.
Run, run, and hide. Run, hide, and survive; that is what your subconscious is screaming at you. Let the others deal with fighting that robotic figure Idia has become.
You focus on his little brother while you keep running.
“Please do not resist. My big brother says you are not to be hurt”
How thoughtful
“But I must immobilize you for your own safety,” he says, cannons ready.
Well, I take that back
“I’m sorry, Ortho”
“Why?” he asks, tilting his head, unable to understand why a simple, helpless human is apologizing to an android.
With one elbow strike, you hit his sensory matrix, destabilizing him, and then you slam into the left side of his chassis, right where there is a small weakness you saw Idia repair a few days ago.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry
Hurting little Ortho causes you more psychological damage than anything else, but it is absolutely necessary that he be neutralized first.
Because the moment Idia realizes his little brother is out of the game, his attention goes straight to you… and to the broken piece of chassis that fell off Ortho.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?! YOU, AN INSIGNIFICANT PERSON, WITHOUT ANYTH—”
Ready. Aim. Throw!
You launch the metal chassis piece like a frisbee. It spins and spins and spins, and it hits the target: his technologically creepy mask.
Clang.
The mask cracks in two, and Idia is thrown backward, falling hard to the floor.
“Your brother is fine… though he does need better repairs”
Ortho is going to be mad at him when they both wake up, and you are probably going to become his favorite.
Respect levels: maxed out
Malleus
Pray for your life if you want to come out of a battle against a dragon unharmed.
So many romantic medieval stories talk about majestic dragons, enormous dragons, fire-breathing dragons, and yet none of them prepared you for having one right in front of you.
Especially because his green fire is infused with magic that the fantasy stories from your world never even bothered to imagine.
Try not to shit yourself while dodging flame after flame, and the occasional piece of debris when you pass under his claws.
Even in his normal form, Malleus is huge… but as a dragon, he is completely imposing.
And once again, you find yourself praying to every god you know from your old world and this new one when you stand in front of that obsidian-colored creature.
“ARE YOU INSANE?!”
“GET BACK HERE!”
Shouts, so many shouts, and with very good reason. What sane person stands in front of a dragon that is a thousand times their size?
You, apparently
But there is that tiny little worm of hope, believing with absurd faith that Malleus would never hurt you, not even in this form.
His great head lowers until it is only a hand’s distance away from you, those enormous green eyes staring directly at you, his hot breath surrounding you completely… your heart on the verge of bursting while you pray he does not open his mouth and swallow you whole.
“Hi, Tsunotaro”
His snout opens and closes, smelling you, recognizing you as his friend from late-night walks.
He recognizes you
“Please… don’t take this personally”
You punch him right on the tip of the snout.
That impact… pure and incomprehensible audacity.
HOW DOES IT EVEN OCCUR TO YOU TO PUNCH A DRAGON? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH STRENGTH YOU WOULD NEED FOR THAT TO ACTUALLY HURT HIM?!
Well… it doesn’t hurt him, exactly, but it absolutely makes him stumble from the shock.
The finishing blow is delivered by the others, and the battle ends, making Malleus return to his original form while you stand there with a hand completely reddened from the punch.
Malleus, heir to Briar Valley, will remember this day. He will remember the tiny magicless human with enough nerve to strike him in his dragon form.
“Everything is punchable if you try hard enough.”
…Indeed
VELCRO BOYFRIEND! ⠀ ━━━ ⠀ Your boyfriend doesn’t know about personal space or privacy. Or he just doesn’t care about it.
You should have imagined there was something suspicious in that story Malleus told you, his eyes wide and gleaming as he spoke softly about how he had never had a sleepover before.
It was obvious he was partially lying—but even so, the way he said it tugged at your heartstrings.
So like a complete fool, you invited him over.
The first few hours were peaceful, just you and him watching movies (while he asked far too many questions), eating some snacks… and his shoulders glued to yours the entire time.
Every time you shifted, he shifted too. When you reached for snacks, he leaned in. When you yawned, he stared like you’d just performed magic. And when you fell asleep, Malleus couldn’t pull himself away from you, nor fall asleep himself, even though he forced his eyes shut.
In the middle of the night, however, you got up to go to the bathroom, stumbling over one of the extra mattresses on the floor while still half-asleep.
You dragged yourself into the room, not even bothering to turn on the lights—much less close the door—, too used to the absence of guests in your home to remember those things.
Still not fully conscious, you washed your hands and turned around, a scream leaving your throat before you could fully comprehend whose glowing green eyes were staring at you from the doorway.
“Malleus, what—?!” You placed a hand on your chest, mentally cursing yourself for how ridiculously high-pitched your voice sounded for a second.
He blinked once. “You left,” he said simply, tilting his head slightly to the side. “I do not wish for you to be alone.”
BACK OFF! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!
By an unfortunate twist of fate—and your boyfriend’s carelessness—he ended up mixing ingredients that definitely shouldn’t have been used together. The result? A slightly over-the-top explosion, a very angry Professor Crewel, and of course, your boyfriend affected by the smoke, which, to add to his suffering, didn’t leave him in a very… sober state.
# CHARACTERS: Ace Trappola, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto.
# A/N: okay, Azul’s part got longer than I wanted, but ughhh I just love writing abt him 😞
ACE TRAPPOLA
Even though it hadn’t been anything too serious, you went to his side as soon as he decided he could get down onto the bed by himself, even though he was visibly dizzy.
“It’s all your fault, Deuce—if you had just listened to me—” Ace froze the moment his vision became a little less blurry, his eye twitching when his brain finally processed the image.
Not Deuce. A girl. A girl.
You startled at how harshly he yanked his arm away, shrinking back on the bed as if you had burned him with hot coals. “Ace, what the—”
“I’m taken! Who do you think you are, touching me like this, huh!?” He had never wished so badly for Deuce to be nearby to save him from that possible misunderstanding. What would you think of him if you saw him with a girl touching him so casually!?
You tilted your head to the side, confused by his behavior for a few seconds, until you remembered it could be the smoke’s effect, since his face was still flushed.
“Look, I’m warning you, my girlfriend is going to kill you—and then kill me too, but that doesn’t matter! She’s going to kill you if you keep leaning all over me like that!”
You sighed. It was going to be a long afternoon.
R u perchance ..... Eepy?
No I'm not eepy I'm insomnia
Promises in Henna
— Jamil and Kalim see your henna/mehendi that Minajael did for you. And Jamil has… thoughts.
(continuation of this)
wc: 1.8k
Minajael squeezed your hand, “it’s getting late.”
You stirred on his shoulder. You squinted at the orange sunset, the earthy scent of the paste wafting in the air. “Guess this is goodbye, huh?” He didn’t answer, still gazing at your hand interlocked with his, idly rubbing the dried henna.
You’d meant it to be lighthearted, but Minajael’s eyes looked wistful. He seemed reluctant to let go, fingers laced with yours, and refusing to meet your gaze. Finally, he said “No. Bye for now, maybe. But we’ll see each other again.”
✨ Even though NRC and RSA were on opposite ends of Sage’s Isle, Minajael insisted on walking you back at least part of the way. Once NRC was in sight, Minajael squeezed your hand, “Text me when you get back, yeah?” You nodded, and did just that when you got back to Ramshackle. Then, you picked off the remaining henna paste clinging to your skin. You brought your hands up to your nose, smelling the residual scent. Earthy and warm. A reminder of the one who’d made the design for you, you smiled.
✨You admired the floral design and the pretty mandala, open like a blooming flower on your palm. Minajael told you it would darken overnight. True to his word, your henna had stained even deeper the next morning. It was even more vibrant today, you grinned. Still, maybe Minajael sort of messed it up. It sort of looked like some of the little petals got smudged, because it didn’t match the rest of them…
Minajael doing your Henna!
There were always little tells that Minajael had a soft spot for you. Doing your henna/mehndi was one of them ✨
(pt ii with Jamil & Kalim)
wc: 1k
✨Doing his own henna was a form of rebellion. Back at home, Minajael would have to sit still for hours while others did his henna for him because “a prince does not do his own designs!” Like many other things, it irked him that he couldn’t even have freedom over his own henna. Whenever he could, he’d sneak a few henna cones back with him to RSA. And if he had time, he’d doodle little designs on himself and occasionally his classmates. And now, you!
✨It all started when you were finally able to ditch Crowley’s chores and visit RSA. Ambling through the pristine white castle, the two of you chatted for hours. You’d be halfway through your rant when you’d gasp. “That’s gorgeous! Let me see!” Minajael waited patiently, letting you ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at the intricate art. Your excitement was infectious. The sparkles in your eyes almost made the long hours of lecturing and sitting behind the palace walls worth it.
“Minajael, Its beautiful,” you breathed. All your complaints about your day (and Crowley’s nonsense) were long forgotten as you reached for Minajael’s hand. “You like it?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow with a smile. You were practically holding his hand, turning it around just to see the henna designs staining his golden skin. You hummed in agreement, “I’d like to have it done on me someday.” With a shrug, you let his hand go. You were startled when his hand interlaced in yours. The words left him faster than he realized, “I can do it for you, if you want.”
when neither of you are normal
─𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
- updated 21st Feb 2026
welcome to my little corner of the internet where I spiral daily over my current obsession: the slytherin boy specifically? tom riddle. And just to be very clear: this is the fictional son of voldemort, not the noseless menace himself. Will update when i can ....