#twst headcanons

[bl00ming-season]

Its shrimp...its always shrimp

[miraeofficial]

THE HOUSEWARDEN'S FAVORITE

HEARTLABYUL'S HOUSEWARDEN, RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, created a secluded rule that was never officially put forth in the Queen of Hearts' formal rulebook. The rule would be applied only during unbirthday parties in the Heartslabyul dormitory, where you are (unknowingly) permitted to have your preferred pastries or sweets served only to you, while the other students must settle for the standard fare. Of course, any modifications that you wish to make from your palette are keenly tracked by Riddle himself, ensuring that your tastes are always catered to during these gatherings.

SAVANACLAW'S HOUSEWARDEN, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, had given you exclusive access that no one else in his dormitory had ever received before, disturbing him without consequences that could bring a lifetime of humiliation. To the oblivious eyes, the whole ordeal may be treated as trivial, but to those who have explicitly known the mighty beast, it's a golden opportunity to enjoy a rare privilege. You can bother him anytime you want, even if it's the stupidest thing in humankind, and he will never bat an eye and will willingly give you his undivided attention without question.

OCTAVINELLE'S HOUSEWARDEN, AZUL ASHENGROTTO, is a businessman who is familiar with the rulebook of satisfying his customers, especially those that are considered valuable to the Mostro Lounge. Recently, a new extension to the campus cafe was secretly implemented, and only one lucky customer is authorized to enjoy the exclusive benefits it offers. A private dining area with personalized and first-priority service and a specially curated menu that complements your palate awaits you. Surprisingly, the merman is gracious enough to deduct the costs of your meal from your total bill, transitioning it into special discounts and perks for being a preferred patron.

SCARABIA'S HOUSEWARDEN, KALIM AL-ASIM, is the epitome of generosity. True to his nature, he is happily inclined to deposit a heaping amount of allowance money into your bank account every month, ensuring that you are well taken care of and never have to worry about financial constraints! He's beaming every time a notification shows the number of items you've purchased with the money he gave you. If that wasn't enough, he would casually permit you to have exclusive entry into most of his prized belongings, for instance, like ancient artifacts or rare jewelry that could only be accessed by a select few.

POMEFIORE'S HOUSEWARDEN, VIL SCHOENHEIT, often never keeps the surplus of beauty products he sponsored for himself due to cluttering his own living space, instead opting to deliver the products that match your complexion and personal preferences directly to your doorstep. Whenever he was away to do shooting, regardless of how busy he was, he would often strictly instruct you to have a video call with him to assist you on how to properly use the products, ensuring that you achieve the desired results. There are some occasions when he would drag you to have beauty appointments with him and receive personalized treatments from his favorite aestheticians, all in an effort to help you look and feel your best.

IGNIHYDE'S HOUSEWARDEN, IDIA SHROUD, never dared to let anyone enter his room. However, the whole world has to hold its breath when you are given the green light to freely enter and exit his room whenever you want. At any time you visited him, his once messy room had gradually transformed into a meticulously organized space, which was a surprise change that only you seemed to be able to bring out in him. As if you weren't lucky enough, during gaming sessions, he sometimes lends you his account that he has spent years building up, giving you access to rare items and exclusive content that you could never obtain on your own.

DIASOMNIA'S HOUSEWARDEN, MALLEUS DRACONIA, knows a character with a sincere heart when he sees one. From the several interactions you had with him, he only knows goodness emanates from you, as you always treated him as an equal rather than just a royal heir, which left an impression on him. To reward your kindness and genuine nature, Malleus has decided to bestow upon you a special curse that may aid you in your future adventures. This curse will grant you his eternal protection and guidance, ensuring that no foolish foes are able to harm you as long as you carry his mark on your skin.

[azueel]

Mmm mmm, yeah yeah .ᐟ

sypnosis. the twst boys seeing you in booty shorts

pairings seperate. rook hunt x reader, vil schoenheit x reader, trey clover x reader, cater diamond x reader, leona kingscholar x reader, ruggie bucchi x reader, azul ashengrotto x reader, jade leech x reader, floyd leech x reader, malleus draconia x reader, idia shroud x reader, lilia vanrouge x reader

content / warnings. reader is yuu/prefect, this is set after book 7 so all characters are aged up, established relationship, suggestive themes though nothing overly explicit

word count. 1.7k (130-200 words each)

A/N. no silver and jamil sadly because i lost motivation to write whoops, will be posting requests soon heh

♡  Rook Hunt

You’re in your room, scrolling on Magicam as usual when a soft knock taps against your window. And of course, it’s Rook. Perched comfortably on a nearby tree branch, greeting you with his usual bright smile. As you slide the window open to let him in, his attention drifts elsewhere. His eyes drift down to your shorts—how they hug your shape and leave your legs mostly bare. He stares a moment longer than he probably should, only snapping back when you clear your throat to get his attention. “Ehem.” you clear your throat, jolting Rook to look you in the eye. “Mon amour, those shorts suit you wonderfully,” he says, his smile stretching wide as he steps closer, gently pulling you toward him. “It is as if you’re tempting me.” He murmurs, voice dropping as his hands rest against your hips, sending chills down your spine.

♡ Vil Schoenheit

Vil returns from his shoot looking drained, eager to come home to you. As he steps into his dorm, he runs a hand through his hair, eyes closing as he prepares to vent about his day. “My dear, you wouldn’t believe what happened today—” he begins, only to cut himself off the moment he looks at you. But that wasn’t the point, he was more focused on the shorts you were wearing. You’re in the middle of getting dolled up, carefully applying mascara, oblivious to the effect you have on Vil. But it isn’t the makeup that distracts him—it’s the shorts you’re wearing. His gaze lingers on your thighs, the fabric fitting you almost too well. A faint flush rises across his cheeks before he quickly moves, placing his blazer over your lap. “Wha—what’s wrong, Vil?” you ask, confused by his sudden reaction. He turns his head away from you, trying to regain his usual composure. “While I must admit those shorts suit your figure beautifully—I would much rather you wear them only when you’re alone with me,” he says, his back still turned, his cheeks noticeably flushed despite his attempt to stay dignified.

♡ Leona Kingscholar

Leona wakes up from the faint feeling of you stirring beside him, He lazily opens one eye, only to find himself greeted by the sight of you stretching next to him. Normally, he’d ignore it and drift back to sleep—but something catches his attention. His gaze lingers on your shorts, how they cling to your thighs and have ridden up just enough to leave very little to the imagination. When you catch him staring, he turns his head away like it was nothing. “Ehem, you were staring, mister?” “I wasn’t, you’re imagining things.” “Mhm, sure you weren’t.” You weren’t buying it, but you knew better than to try Leona at his own game.

♡ Ruggie Bucchi

You had called Ruggie over to help with your laundry offering free food as payment—well who was he to decline right? He knocks on your bedroom door, and when you open it, his gaze instantly drifts downward. Before you can question it, he gently tugs you closer, his hands resting on your hips while he quickly scans the area, a faint blush creeping onto his face. “Hey, your shorts-” He says abruptly as he keeps glancing around. “What about them?” “They’re really short! And—look, they suit you, alright? They look really good on you, but I don’t like the idea of other people starin’ at you weird,” he blurts out, his eyebrows furrowing more with each word as he unconsciously pulls you closer, clearly bothered by the thought.

♡ Cater Diamond

You decided to stay over in Cater’s dorm for a change. He had already noticed the shorts you were wearing earlier but didn’t think much of it—at least, not until morning came. He woke up to you sleeping on your side, one leg stretched long as the other curved at your knees. He wakes up to the sight of you still asleep beside him, lying on your side with one leg stretched out while the other bends slightly. At some point during the night, your shorts had ridden up your thigh just enough to catch his attention, and he can’t help but stare for a moment longer than he should. It takes him a few seconds to snap himself out of it, a warm blush creeping across his face as he quickly looks away. He takes his phone and snaps a few pictures of you sleeping peacefully, the sevens know what he’ll do with those photos later.

♡ Trey Clover

You had agreed to helping Trey with baking, but it seems like you didn’t catch the dress code apparently. You came into Heartslabyul’s kitchen in an oversized t-shirt which was in fact, Treys but he left it in your room so you can’t be blamed—then short shorts to top it off. Hearing your footsteps, Trey turned around, a smile lighting up his face. “Oh, Prefect, perfect timing—” He stops mid-sentence when he takes in your outfit. Quick to react, he drapes an apron over you, stepping close behind you. “I don’t mean any malice, but this school is full of boys, and you know how they can be,” he says, forcing a small smile while his ears turn a bright shade of red.

♡ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had been buried in work all day, hogged up in the VIP room organizing paperwork, barely sparing you a glance. So, you decide to tempt him. You slipped into your shortest pair of shorts and flopped down on a nearby couch, swinging your legs lazily as you casually watched him do paperwork. After a while, Azul’s patience starts to thin. “Please my pearl, quit with the staring-” he begins, only to freeze mid-sentence when his eyes inadvertently catch your thighs, barely covered by the shorts. You’re sprawled across the couch, legs draped over the armrest, giving him an impossible view. He opens his mouth to say something, then shuts it again a few moments later, adjusting his glasses and letting out a shaky breath in frustration. He returns to his paperwork, but the bright red blush on his face gives away just how flustered he really is.

♡ Jade Leech

You’d spent the night in Jade’s dorm room since it was a weekend anyways, and he had left you in his room to tend to his duties at the Mostro Lounge for a while—stating he’ll be back in a few. Making yourself comfortable, you decided to take a shower and change into something casual—a flimsy tank top and a pair of very short shorts. After an hour or two, Jade returns to find you sprawled across his bed, the shorts fitting you in all the right ways. He pauses for just a few seconds, taking in the sight, before greeting you with his usual calm smile. He acts perfectly normal around you, but the sevens know just how much restraint it took for him to hold back the urge to devour you right then and there.

♡ Floyd Leech

Out of nowhere, Floyd visits you at Ramshackle on a random Saturday. You’re in Ramshackles lounge, sprawled on the couch with a bag of chips in hand, endlessly scrolling through Magicam—when a loud thud startles you. The door had slammed shut behind him, and there he is. Floyd, here to see you. “Shrimpy, where are you?” He coos, as he walks towards the lounge, only to freeze when he spots you in an oversized t-shirt and flimsy shorts. After a brief pause, he strides over, a smile on his face that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Before you can react, he pins you gently against the backrest of the couch. His carefree expression fades into something darker, more predatory. “Don’t tempt me,” he warns, his voice low as his hands rest on your thighs—firm enough for you to feel, but not enough to hurt. Oh may the sevens save you from this man, but you know damn well you’re right where you want to be.

♡ Idia Shroud

Idia had invited you over to defeat a dungeon with him, he didn’t expect you to come so—comfy-looking. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice how short your shorts were, barely covering you from waist down, though he didn’t have the nerve to mention it. As you two played, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your thighs, fumbling through the game more than usual. He wasn’t acting like himself, and it was painfully obvious. “Idia what’s wrong? It’s unusual for you to be, THIS bad.” you say, raising an eyebrow as his blue-flamed hair flickers bright pink. He stammers, struggling to form coherent words. “It’s just… y’know… your shorts—” He stops, the tips of his hair glowing an even brighter pink. After a shaky pause, he continues, voice dropping a little with each word “They… they look good on you. A bit too good, maybe…” Somebody, please, save him from this mess.

♡ Malleus Draconia

You’d stayed the night in Malleus’s dorm, with the flimsy excuse that he couldn’t sleep well without you around—he could sleep well just fine without you. He was just being dramatic. Somehow, you woke up earlier than him, and decided to make the most of the quiet morning. As you brushed your hair in front of the mirror, Malleus quietly approached from behind, his hands resting lightly on your thighs as he toyed with the hem of your shorts. “Good morning, my dear,” he murmured, his chin settling gently on your head. His eyes flicked to your reflection in the mirror, lingering on your thighs for a moment before looking away—though it was clear he wasn’t trying all that hard to hide it.

♡ Lilia Vanrouge

You weren’t expecting anyone today—it was a Sunday, after all. But of course, Lilia just had to disturb your peace one way or another. As you were just waking up and stretching, you’re met with the sight of him upside down, that same infuriating smile plastered on his face. “Good morning,” he teases, flipping upright with ease. “—Lilia! Sevens, you almost gave me a heart attack!” you exclaim, clutching your chest. But Lilia’s attention isn’t on your reaction. His gaze drifts lower, lingering on your thighs, hugged perfectly by your shorts. He stares for a few more moments before meeting your eyes, flashing another mischievous smile. “Though I do think your shorts fit you quite well,I’d prefer you without th-” You cut him off instantly, slapping your hand over his mouth, a blush spreading across your cheeks. “—Lilia!” you shout, as he chuckles muffled against your palm. Gosh, this man.

© azueel.　no AI training or plagiarism authorized, all rights reserved.

[belovedren]

#𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐘 🦪

Imagine whats inside the mind and thoughts of the RSA cast when they realize you are dating their NRC counterpart, of course the heart of jealousy takes root.

Ooh, I care, I care, I care, like ribbons in your hair My stomach's all in knots, you got the one thing that I want

Twst men x reader ( minajael Tealrajah, rielle Corallia, Neige leblanche )

>> sorry if it's a little messy and I'm still waiting for the realest of the others.

MINAJAEL

When he first met you, it was outside of the palace–when he was running off from his attendance he accidentally bumped into you while you were eating at a food stand. He would graciously pay for it but he could hear the footstep of his attendance coming close, for some reason he decided to grab your hand and involved you in this conflict. When you and him manage to get away from the crowd, he immediately apologizes for dragging you into this. But first he is a Little confused that you seem not to recognize him, either his disguise is good or you don't know him–which is a relief for him because he doesn't need to worry about a scandal. Originally he wanted to follow you, originally you denied because you thought he was a theft due to the amount of people that were chasing him–honestly he doesn't know whether or not he should be impressed that you called a prince a thief or you deadass have no clue who he is.

By the uniform, it looks like you are a student of Night Raven College his rival school. Since there's extra time before the tournament began, you and him decided to explore. He was about to ask what route would you guys take to not be caught but in the corner of his eye, he saw you jump from the window–instead of hearing a thud he saw that you were sitting in a flying carpet, since the design looks similar towards ones that his cousin kalim own–he thought you might steal it so at first he was the one that didn't want to go with you. You started to get annoyed by him but decided to swallow it down because this dude might be a big shot due to the way he talks, you extended your hand towards him similar towards how your boyfriend kalim did when the first time he takes you on a joy ride–"do you trust me" you asked him. He replied with "no" but after a few seconds and you are still extending your hand to his, he sighed and took it.

That day was the best day of his life, despite being a prince–minajael would envy how his cousin was allowed to have such freedom. He saw the skies as well as going on adventures with you, heck you and him even almost got caught. The entire time, he could none stop looking at you with longing as well as amusement–he envies your freedom yet feels more relaxed around you. But it seems the sun's about to be settled and both of you have to return, it seems he was upset but agreed. That night, he dreams of the sweetest dreams about a person he wants to spend his life with.

Since you are a student of NRC, he assumes that he will meet you again and he did. During intermission, he decided to look for you wanting to keep talking to you–he did find you, but in the presence of his cousin kalim. A sudden punch in the gut happened inside his stomach, despite you and him met at such a short time–he genuinely feels a spark between you and him more than the princesses his family try to set up. It seems you and kalim are close... Seeing his cousin arms around your waist leaning his head on your shoulder make a brewing jealousy on his heart, yet you didn't push Kalim away–you simply enjoy his affection.

He retreated back towards the room he was staying passing rielle who looked confused why is he walking so fast and looking so distraught. Minajael refused to be seen like this, it makes him feel weak but the image of you and his cousin circle around his thoughts. "Do you trust me" is a line that is constantly repeated in his mind, a knife is twisting in his stomach. Thousands of thoughts come up in his head, do you like his cousins because he is energetic as well as beautiful. His cousin is nice and caring, while he's more tense as well as having a hard time letting people in–would you love him more if he changes his style to match his cousins, his thoughts were interrupted with rielle checking up on him because the announcement was soon to begin–and he started with a bitter pill to start.

RIELLE

You met the prince when you were, walking around–you were acting as an announcer for Crowley during the games as well as Crowley little helper. While you were carrying some paper, some guy was excitedly running around checking everything and slipping into you causing all the papers you were carrying fall. He immediately apologized and picked the papers, but suddenly stopped. Unfortunately it seems you were not focused on the seventh prince of the coral seas who was looking at you star struck, you pick up your stuff and left in a hurry.

As your silhouette fades away from the hall, rielle is left sitting in the floor starstruck and wondering who's that charming person. Life as the seventh prince is not easy you know, he is constantly overlooked by people as well as his own family but this strange new feeling in his stomach warms his heart. Is this what humans called falling in love at first sight, if it is–then it's a beautiful feeling because now he's looking forward to meeting you again. Every time, when he sees a glimpse of you–he would drop everything to see you even going against his headmasters orders, people of the sefurce are beautiful he has to admit and you are the most beautiful one.

But recently he's been seeing you around with an old classmate of his during elementary school, Azul. You and him seem to be very close, thinking as if you and him are just friends but there's an underlying feeling of jealousy and a pain telling rielle that you and Azul are dating–but he guess he denies it. Back then, Azul was nothing but a person who was targeted by bullying as well as mockery of others due to being squid merman. He would pretend to bump into you and azuls hang outs ( dares ) , hoping by doing this–he would gain your attention.

Yet deep down he knows that the truth is that you and Azul were dating, the way you look at him and as well as how Azul would express his care with affection would make him jealous and stop in his tracks. Originally he thought by also giving you gifts and presents, it would cause you and him to be closer but it has the opposite effect. He wonders why he is not allowed to give you a gift while Azul can, isn't he also allowed to have gifts towards you. He started to grow bitter, not towards you or Azul but himself.

Recently he's been doing a lot of self comparison towards Azul and him, rielle notice on how Azul hair is almost perfect as well as not messy like his. If he's hair is like that would you know him, I mean it's understandable that you like Azul. He is cool as well as smart, talented as well as handsome unlike him, rielle is more energetic, often too whimsy for others taste and naive. Rielle would try to copy Azul movements and the way he confidently walked into a room, but he's unable to project the same atmosphere as him. In the end the prince is defeated, and has to see his beloved in the arms of another person. He wishes that you would turn around and look at him but you didn't, because you are too busy looking at Azul then him. That night, rielle is in his room–his hands are covering his faces but behind is a heartbroken man with tears running down his cheek–he looks at the night stand and sees a picture of you he took, grabbing the frame and cuddling with it.

NEIGE

Neige always has a feeling that you and vil have something special between the both of you. When he first met you, he thought he finally met his princess. He was absolutely captivated by you, because you help him get away from a group of crazy fans not to mention putting yourself in harms way for his safety making sure he doesn't get lost or discovered amongst the crowds of observers. He sees how hard working you are during the VDC, which is a quality he respects and admires from you.

He continued to try to meet you, by sneaking towards NRC when he had free time. As well as asking for your number from your teammates, he sees how you care for others as well as despite being a little strict on your familiar–you deeply cared for grim as well as taking care of him. Grim would wonder why a famous actor like neige would keep visiting the ramshackle dorm just to meet you, but he would often brush it off due to the amount of sweets as well as gifts the famous actor bring.

The Media has been obsessing over who's the fixation over neige dreams. Many of his fans are heart broken by the news that neige already found a princess and is now courting them. Although neige haven't reveal anything much towards the public due to the Respects of your privacy, students of NRC like ace and deuce has been caught of guard when the actor is sitting in your dorm drinking cup of tea with grim on his lap talking towards you as well as wanting to get to know you.

These visits have become a weekly habit, neige would clear his schedule just to meet you and get to know you–sometimes if the weather is too bad, he would stay at the dorm. And in that moment, he feels right at home–being in your presence brings him comfort. One day, it was a normal visit but it was interrupted by another student of NRC–he believes that his name was rook but for some reason, the hunter is not allowing him from entering the dorm. The hunter simply look at neige with a pitiful look, and without saying a word lead the actor hands towards a window. The sight makes neige frozen in his spot, using the window he could see you and vil in an intimate hug with each other–it seems you and the Pomifiore dorm leader are close.

A sudden pang in his heart, as if a knife twisted upon his once beating heart. You were never and would never be his, after seeing the hunters look–he excuse himself and retreat back into his home. He did not even care if he gets caught, the entire time of his walk–his mind is constantly trying to find what makes vil better than him, he could understand your preference–vil has a sharp and regal look while neige has a cute yet beautiful face. The more he thinks about it, the more the knife twists in his heart. You only see him as a friend, no wonder you were distant –you were already vils one true love and not his. And that truth hurt him more than ever, the next day his management declared that neige will be going on a break for not apparent reason but people assume that he is gushing over romance but it's pretty the opposite.

I can't wait to write more fics with the RSA characters especially jealousy and yandere ones.

[waibyd0smth]

TWST X DND - HOUSEWARDENS

First-years | Vice housewardens(+Ruggie) | Bonus

(More rambles under the cut)

When choosing a class and race, I first thought about what the character would be guided by, but, to be honest, some of them turned out to be biased towards how I see them.

This time I made the outfits more detailed, as I think that with age our level of detail in characters increases significantly, especially since most housewardens are well-read people, so they have quite a lot of examples to follow.

Riddle was probably one of the easiest classes to choose. True to form and strict, he's the perfect paladin. Moreover, I think this class is good for beginners (and the Queen of Hearts certainly didn't have time to play such games), as it provides a foundation for both combat and roleplaying. Besides, he's clearly read the entire Player's Handbook from cover to cover, probably even the Master's Handbook. And if a game has rules, they have to be followed, right? But he still needs to relax a little, and then everything will be just wonderful.

Leona… I'll be honest, he gave me a lot of trouble. Because it's obvious to me that the most suitable class for him is a rogue. But for him, the choice would be easier—if he somehow manages to get sucked into it at all—he's a Leo, so his race is the same, and he chose his class practically at random. It's not because he's lazy or anything, I just don't think he's interested in that kind of thing. As noted, he doesn't really immerse himself in the character, but overall, he tries not to disrupt others' roleplaying with stupid questions.

Azul, my favorite octopus. He probably knew about the game from other club members, but he wouldn't have shown any interest until this wonderful moment—he simply prefers tactical games. I have a feeling he'd appreciate the changelings' ability to assume different forms, as it reminds him a bit of his mer-form camouflage. Plus, it's a great opportunity for deception. As for the Warlock, I think it's obvious he'll find a way to outsmart this nonexistent chthonic entity. If he's really interested in the game, he might even create a real-life copy of his character's contract, but that's a matter of luck.

Oh, Kalim would be all for this new pastime. And the bard class would knock his socks off. Music has many positive effects in real life, but when you can resurrect the dead by playing the drums? That's incredibly fun. And not only are halflings a great fit for this class (not a very important note for Kalim himself), but they also have a wonderful ability to reroll dice, which is very useful for someone who often makes mistakes. Overall, I'd say Kalim is a GM's dream as a player - active, involved in roleplaying and story, and brings in goodies - I'd give my soul for someone like that, honestly.

I don't know what forces would have made Vil join the game, but he would have definitely become a star. First off, I have a slight headcanon that he's very familiar with the game itself. Not at Idia's level, of course, but he acts like a fairly experienced player. Perhaps this was part of one of his movie roles? As for his choice of race, elves are graceful embodiments of eternal beauty; of course, he'd choose them, there's no doubt about that. And I think wizards with a thirst for knowledge would be a good fit for him—after all, such power is the result of hard work and study. I would also add that his character is probably the most developed of all, with a deep backstory and excellent presentation, as if he really is from a fairy tale.

Idia is an absolute expert on all things D&D. He's completed several campaigns, has his own collection of homebrew, and has a shelf full of miniatures. And he's EXCITED to be a player. He's a little nervous about playing in person, but that's overshadowed by his eagerness to share hundreds of interesting facts. And of course, such a person would choose the Artificer class. So many possibilities, so many ways to create interesting new artifacts and abuse mechanics. He'd choose a tiefling because of the interesting lore and their connection to the underworld. He also just thinks they're cool.

Malleus is absolutely thrilled with the whole situation. Firstly, he's been invited. Secondly, he'll be able to participate in a new and exciting pastime. He wants to give it his all and not break any traditions, so to be able to play the character more realistically, he chose something familiar. He's also very interested in the history of this fictional world and the magic within it. People are very creative in that regard, aren't they? Although he'll likely be a little disappointed by the spell restrictions.

Honestly, I'd say this roundtable is pure chaos, both in terms of balance and player relationships, but overall, they'll gradually find common ground. I wouldn't say it'll become a permanent feature, but it might happen occasionally.

I'm glad I was able to finish before the session started, otherwise I would have drowned in preparation.

Still partially inspired by -> this post <-

[angxlblxxd]

LACE n LINGERIE || twst!

FEM ! reader. the classic- walking in on you changing trope. or, in which the twst cast finally realizes you're a girl when barging into your room uninvited- and seeing you in your bra.

in this MC is afab, identifies as female, and has tits. suggestive themes but no outright nsfw. talks about boners-? crack treated seriously.

walks in and stares for a good twenty seconds at the black, lace, push-up bra, that make your tits look amazing, before realizing that he's staring. he suddenly feels hot, hair becoming disheveled and eyes darting anywhere but you. immediately starts sputtering apologies left n right before stumbling his way out of your room, slamming door loudly behind him. oh, and now he has a boner.

- DEUCE SPADE, KALIM AL-ASIM, IDIA SHROUD, Ace Trappola, Epel Felmier.

his hand is on the doorknob, mid-sentence before he catches sight of the red, lacy, bra on your chest. the words suddenly get caught in his throat. you watch as his face gets increasingly redder the more he stares at you, too shocked to even think about closing the door. when you finally put a shirt on he snaps out of his state and starts spouting nonsense at you, berating you for not locking your door with a bright red face.

- RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, SEBEK ZIGVOLT, AZUL ASHENGROTTO.

walks in, notices you're changing, apologizes and walks out. a normal reaction for once. except he's on the way back to his dorm when he realizes- oh shit- you were wearing a bra. and begins to get flustered. he doesn't know what to do about the situation now, does he confront you? apologize again? the next time you see one another best believe he's going to be on edge.

- JAMIL VIPER, MALLEUS DRACONIA, JACK HOWL, Ruggie Bucchi, Trey Clover.

"cute bra."

"thanks, man."

probably knew the whole time. didn't really give enough of a fuck before he walked in on you changing. so why should he give a fuck now?

- LILIA VANROUGE, FLOYD LEECH, Jade Leech, Cater Diamond, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt.

lowk doesn't gaf. walks in, looks at you for a moment and probably just blinks, then immediately goes to lay on your bed. he's passed out in seconds.

- LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, Silver.

[starmaidengarden]

𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭,𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! જ⁀➴♡

— Overblot gang : x gn!reader : slight suggestive content : established relationship : dividers: uzmacchiato.

Context: you forgetting to kiss/say goodbye to them

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Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

He doesn’t say anything at first. He stands straight by the door, hands folded neatly, already rehearsing the polite goodbye. You rush past with a distracted smile, call out a quick “See you later!” and you’re gone.

No kiss, no "I love you", nothing. He replays the moment over and over. Did he say it too quietly that you didnt hear him? Was his tone improper? His chest tightens, and he hates that it does. This is childish. He’s being unreasonable. People forget things.

He spends the rest of the day correcting others more sharply than usual, tapping his pen against his desk until Trey asks if he’s feeling unwell.

By the time you return, he greets you politely. Too politely. When you finally pull him into a hug and laugh—“I was joking! Of course I love you,”—his composure shatters in an instant. His voice wobbles when he scolds you, face burning red, fingers gripping your sleeve like he’s afraid you’ll vanish again. “Don’t do that again,” he mutters, turning his gaze away, face burning. “It threw off my whole morning…”

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

He notices. Of course he does. You were leaving for class, half-asleep, bag slung over one shoulder. He sprawled on the bed, a lazy grin on his face, expecting his usual goodbye kiss — the quick brush of lips that made mornings bearable. But you left before he could even lift a hand. You were gone, and the grin fades. He sighs, flopping back onto the pillow. “Tch,”

He tells himself he doesn’t care. You’re probably distracted. Happens all the time. Not a big deal. Definitely not worth getting worked up over.

Still, he doesn’t fall asleep. Instead, he stares at the wall, jaw tight, irritation simmering just under the surface. By the time you came back, he stayed exactly where you left him—leaning over him, about pressing a kiss to his lips like always, when he suddenly grabs your wrist. “You forgot something this morning,” he murmurs. You can't help but smile, kissing him. “You thought I forgot?” He clicks his tongue, pulls you down by the wrist, and rests against you. “Don’t make me wait next time.”

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

It’s a tiny thing, but to him, that "tiny thing" meant everything. You always kissed him on the cheek before heading out, always murmured "I love you" before leaving. But today? Nothing. “Did they just… forget?” He thought, trying to convince himself he’s being ridiculous. He adjusts his glasses, smooths his sleeves, and goes back to whatever he was doing—except he doesn’t actually read a single word. His pen pauses mid-sentence. His foot starts tapping. A minute passes. Then another.

The anxiety creeps in quietly. Did he say something wrong earlier? Was he too clingy? Not attentive enough? His mind starts running numbers, replaying conversations, searching for a clause he missed.

By the time you’re gone for five minutes, Azul is spiraling. He paces. He checks his phone. He drafts a message, deletes it, and drafts another. He doesn’t want to sound needy—but what if you’re upset? What if you didn’t say it back because you didn’t feel it?

When you finally return, he tries to act indifferent, but his eyes dart to you instantly. “Ah—welcome back,” he says, pretending to be busy with his papers. “I trust your errands went well?” And when you notice the slight pout on his lips and press a kiss to his cheek, whispering “I love you,” he stiffens—then exhales, tension melting into a shaky laugh.

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

He notices, but he doesn’t react—at least not outwardly. You wave to him, distracted by your bag, your phone, and your rushing. As you toss a quick “Bye!” over your shoulder, you vanish. The silence that follows is deafening. Jamil stares at the doorway, his expression unreadable. Yet, his mind keeps replaying the moment: you didn’t say it back. Normally, you never forget those words, which are the highlight of his day.

He shakes his head, telling himself not to take it personally. You’re probably just busy or running late. Still, the absence of that tiny ritual chews at him all day, a quiet ache in his chest.

All day, he’s quieter than usual. He knows it’s foolish — you clearly didn’t mean it — but something about the missing words leaves a faint ache in his chest.

The next time he sees you, he doesn’t immediately bring it up. Instead, he watches you — the way you light up when you see him, the way you reach for his hand. It takes only a few seconds for the tension in his chest to ease. “You seem distracted lately,” he says, guiding you to sit beside him. When you finally admit it was a prank, he exhales, slow and shaky, as if he’s been holding his breath for far too long. He leans in and presses a lingering kiss to your lips. “Don’t mess with me like that.”

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

Oh, he notices immediately—and he hates it. He’d leaned in for his usual goodbye kiss before your classes, lips faintly glossed. You’d smiled, said you’d be late, and hurried off without even glancing back. His lips remain parted for a second too long. The tiniest frown touches his face.

For the next hour, he remains restrained, polite, and maintains perfect posture. His makeup is flawless, and his voice is smooth. However, the compliments dry up. When someone asks if he is distracted, he replies, "I’m fine." (He is not fine.)

When you return as if nothing happened, he examines your face with a sharp, assessing gaze. “Oh?” he says coolly. “Back already?” You blink and reply, “Yeah, I forgot something.”

He continues to study your face. “You did,” he agrees. “Several things, apparently.” When you finally grin and confess that it was all a prank, he exhales, half-annoyed and half-relieved, and presses a soft kiss to your lips. “...Don’t do that again,” he murmurs. “I love you. now say it back, properly.”

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

He’s frozen in place when it happens. Usually, you say “I love you” right before heading out — sometimes even blowing him a little kiss from the doorway of his room. But today, you just waved and said, “See you later!” He waves back weakly, the faint blue glow of his hair dimming.

As soon as the door closes, silence fills the room. The monitors hum quietly, and the lights from his PC screens reflect off his wide eyes. His brain short-circuits for a few seconds and then immediately begins to spiral.

They didn’t say it. They always say it. Did they forget? No, maybe they didn’t forget — maybe they didn’t mean to say it. Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Oh no, oh no, what if I—

He buries his face in his hands, muffled groans echoing through the room. His hair flickers between anxious shades of blue and pink. He texts you immediately—then panics and deletes it. Then sends a different one. Then immediately regrets that.

By the time you come back, Idia is half-curled into himself, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, eyes darting up the second he hears you. “…Hey,” he says cautiously. “Um. Earlier. Did I—was everything okay?”

When you reveal the prank, there’s a long silence. “…That’s messed up.” When you kiss him and say it, he exhales shakily. He slumps forward and hides his face in your shoulder, voice muffled. “Please don’t do that. My brain can’t handle it.”

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

He doesn’t understand at first. You always tell him “I love you” before you part. It’s a ritual he treasures, one he always looks forward to. So when you rush off one morning with only a wave and no kiss or words, his chest tightens with a strange, unfamiliar ache.

He stands there, watching you disappear, confusion slowly turning to melancholy. “Did I do something to displease them?” he murmurs. The day feels colder. The birds are quieter. He waits, patient as ever, but the silence gnaws at him more than he expects.

When you return, he greets you gently—but there’s a gravity to him that wasn’t there before. “Did something trouble you earlier?” he asks softly. “You departed… differently. When you finally admit it was a prank, his expression shifts—surprise first, then relief, then something deeper. “…I see.” There’s a pause, and then a small, embarrassed smile curves his lips.

“My heart is not accustomed to such games,” he admits quietly. “When you left, I felt as though something vital was missing.” He draws you into his arms, with his forehead resting against yours. After a moment, he leans down and kisses your lips softly, slowly, and lingeringly. “I beg… do not make me doubt your affection again.”

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[fallinangel44]

Corpse Bride AU

Yandere Housewardens x F!Reader

TW: Zombie men, Body horror

AN:🎶One of these is not like the other 🎶Just quick drabbles tbh because school got me 🥀

Word Count: 3.2k+

💚Malleus Draconia💚

You put the ring on his finger. You whispered those sweet words to him. And now you're telling him that you didn't mean any of it? That you were just practicing?

Don't be delusional.

It was clearly a mummified arm sticking out of the ground. No person could mistake that for a tree branch or some litter thrown by your kind in the deep woods. What normal person even comes this far out just to “practice” wedding vows?

Your screams and the snow crunching under your feet from your running snaps him out of his thoughts. 

Oh, that's right. He was letting you get away. That wouldn't do. 

Green flames erupt in front of you that make you screech even louder as you almost fall backwards. His animated corpse steps out of its embers while he’s flashing you what he considers his warmest smile. But to you it just looks like he's getting ready to eat you with his fangs bared and his grin being far too unnaturally wide. 

“My love, don't run.”

His cold, gloved hands encapsulate yours before he's kneeling in front of you and leaving a kiss on your knuckles. Adoration fills what’s left of his eyes as he speaks.

“Let me propose to you as well.”

💛Leona Kingscholar💛

You're an idiot. 

What kind of person goes into the woods at night making speeches to trees and then slipping a ring onto a corpse’s finger? Idiots. That's who. 

You're screaming and yanking at his grip while he's yawning and holding your wrist at an arm's length. He's perched on a snow-covered boulder and looking anywhere but at you. His tail lazily swings behind him as it threatens to fall off from years of decay while his half-bitten ears twitch slightly. 

“You done?”

You eventually calm down but still stare at him in horror and confusion. Your breathing becomes less rapid and you stop trying to free yourself as you watch him for any sudden movements. But he doesn’t bother moving an inch.

“Sit before you pass out.”

You let out a trembling gasp and his voice comes out more stern.

“Sit.”

You quickly plant your rear on the snow as the cold begins to seep into your skirts. You whimper when he lets go of your wrist and gets up. He slowly circles you like a lion eyeing his latest meal, while you keep your hands folded in your lap and your gaze downward. He laughs arrogantly at your demure behavior.

“You were so bold when ya were proposing to me and now you're cowering!” 

You jolt as he's grabbing your wrist again and pulling you to your feet. 

“You're coming with me.”

🩵Azul Ashengrotto 🩵

Azul was there to pick up the pieces when your fiancee had suddenly disappeared. You were to be wed in two days time to save you and your family from destitution, but your fiancee was nowhere to be found. It was like he had vanished into thin air and left you to face the consequences alone. To be fair, you didn't really know him since it was an arranged marriage. It didn't mean it still didn't sting, especially with the chaos that ensued afterwards.

“What are we going to do now?!”

“We’re ruined!”

Your parents had begun to fight among themselves from the stress and shame of calling off a wedding and falling into certain poverty. You sighed as you laid your head on your hand and closed your eyes. Your fingers were uselessly massaging the pressure points on your temple in an attempt to ebb away their elevating voices and the imminent pounding in your skull.

“Oh dear, is this a bad time?”

Your parents immediately cease arguing with each other and you look up to see that strange newcomer that had arrived a few days prior to your wedding even being announced. He had introduced himself as a distant relative, and although you hailed from noble barons and proud servants of monarchs, he felt sleazy. You refused to believe he was in any way related to you, especially with how eagerly he was interjecting himself into your lives. It’s like he was plotting and scheming something nefarious behind your backs.

“My, my. You’ve already announced the wedding. Are you sure you’ll be able to find a suitable bachelor in time?”

Your parents look between each other nervously. They wanted to disagree or cling onto some threads of their pride, but there was nothing they could do. Who would want to marry a woman that couldn’t even procure a meager dowry? 

“Then, am I right to assume no one else has spoken of taking her hand?” 

His tone of voice changes and your body shivers as you start to catch onto what he might be implying. You can feel him smirking in your direction, but you refuse to look up as you begin to sweat and turn pale.

“How fortunate for you that I always come prepared.”

Your stomach starts to churn as he bows with that perfectly-practiced smile that seems to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes.

“I can wed your daughter in his place.”

🧡Kalim Al Asim🧡

“Wow! The land of the living! I haven’t been here in so long and someone’s proposing to me?!”

He flashes you a smile but you only scream in response. He flinches back in shock at your uncalled for reaction. You don’t spare him another second as you begin to run.

“Hey! Hey!! Wait-!”

He calls after you, but no way are you going back to face an animated corpse. All you can think about are the horror stories they tell children to make them behave, and it only amplifies your fear. The forest being so dark and the tree branches smacking you only add onto the chaos.

“Hey! You’ll get hurt!”

You scream again as you start to realize how close his voice sounds. 

He’s fast!

You start to pick up speed. You don’t pay attention to where you’re going or how, your single thought is of going forward. 

Thud!

The world begins to spin as you start to feel weightless. Your feet fail you and you’re feeling yourself hit the floor as you land on your back.

My head kind of hurts…

“Hey! You okay?!”

You see three mirror versions of the jolly corpse hovering in your view and you realize you’re losing consciousness.

“Oh no, that tree branch hit you really hard… Don’t worry! I’m sure my friends know what to do!”

Friends? Oh no…

You try to swat him, but it’s a weak tap at best. He smiles like the sun itself as he takes your pathetic attack as a gesture for help. He lifts you into his arms and you try to fight the sleep that tries to pull you into its clutches. You fear you need to stay awake since an unknown man is carrying you, especially a dead one.

“Hiya~” 

Your vision focuses onto a large green worm that had popped out of a gash in his face. 

I’m losing it…

It gives you a friendly grin as it hovers in front of your face and it gets closer and closer- 

You pass out.

💜Vil Schoenheit💜

Ah, I’m unseemly.

He frowns as he rises from beneath the dirt and snow. You look on in horror as he makes quick work in brushing off all the rotted debris that clings to his corpse. 

“How putrid.”

And how mortifying it is that his bride had to see him in this state. He tries to keep a straight face and not let his disappointment show as he mistakes your expression for being perturbed by how disgusting he looks.

Little does he know, the only thing you can focus on is how beautiful he must have been when he was alive if he was still effortlessly glowing after death. 

Why is a decaying man's skin better than mine…

The moonlight frames his facial features and perfect silhouette as you sit there with your mouth agape. You’re snapping out of your thoughts as he puts a gentle finger under your chin to press your lips together. His eyes shimmer like the snow surrounding you two while he tucks in a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“A wonderful proposal. I suppose I should propose as well, my fair bride.”

💙Idia Shroud💙

Of course, you didn't mean it. What person could ever truly be in love with him? The only love he’s ever known was familial love followed by tortuous heartache from the pain of betrayal.

You're trembling and inching backwards on the ground, too afraid to take your eyes off of him and too afraid to make a break for it. He sighs as he watches you and wonders if he should just leave you alone and crawl back into his unmarked grave. But the ring you had slid onto his rotting finger glistened under the moonlight and fit perfectly, nor had you screamed or ran away.

It’s like we were made to be… You feel it too. Don’t you?

He died a disappointing death and now he could finally fulfill not only his wish, but his family's: to marry a bride that would give joy to his somber life. He can’t believe he’s going through with this.

“You…”

He moves unnaturally. His limbs crack and shift into place from decades of disuse as he walks towards you. You cover your face in fear and accept your impending death, but nothing happens. Curious if he’s left you alone or not, you lower your arms only to see that he's on his knees in front of you. A tender finger trails down your cheek like you’re made of the finest porcelain while your orbs fill with trepidation. His eyes finally snap to yours after what feels like forever and you're freezing up again.

“I do.”

❤️Riddle Rosehearts❤️

You've recited your vows, kneeled before him, and placed the ring onto his finger. The law declares you two are wed, are you not? You’ve accepted him by proposing to him and he’s accepted you by keeping the ring on his personage.

He glares at you, not in anger, but just to analyze you. However, you’re terrified as he stands in front of you. The shock from seeing someone rise from the dead has rendered you speechless and immobile.

He stands silently as he thinks over the rules and dictations of a wedding engagement before turning to look at you. The wedding isn't complete unless he gives you a ring as well, right? 

You regain your senses and realize the danger you might be in when your eyes connect. You quickly stumble to get to your feet in the thick snow, but he's gently grabbing your hand and helping you up. He notices your confused expression and tries to fight through how nervous he is at having such a beautiful and well-mannered bride so close to him.

She’s so quiet. I shouldn’t keep her waiting.

“I accept your proposal. Now allow me to propose to you as well.”

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