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🌷𐙚 ‧₊ 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭!

in the coming months, i will be adding a few fandoms, and FINALLY update my stupid masterlists LMAO Daily clicks : 🩷🩷🩷

🌷𐙚 ‧₊ 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ; masterlists ; rules

thequeervampiric

love saying "question mark?" out loud when I'm talking about something i'm unsure of

wolfiesmoon

oh so i just have no unique life experiences got it

#୭‧₊˚ ꒰𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓈꒱

ok fine maybe that does make up for the fact i didnt get sebek

#still mad abt it tho #🗣️‧₊˚ ꒰𝓎𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔꒱

me whenever i see an app/company using ai for their commercials: ☹️

#fuck ai

sodaneko

the character.................................

#yeah pretty much #୭‧₊˚ ꒰𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓈꒱

stqrrymxxn

They catch reader singing a song in their native language

Riddle, Azul, Floyd, Jade (separately) x reader

synopsis: they catch you singing a song from your world in your native language, and they are left amazed by your voice

notice: fluff, gn reader, may be ooc, just fluff yay

author note: heii finally i wrote something again no way, anyways, i love this trope sm and decided to add a twist, you can choose the song while reading this! I got this idea by listening to my favourite italian singer lol (italian twst fans, please come out of the dark i beg you 🙏🏻🙏🏻)

(✦) ↬ Riddle has come to Ramshackle dorm for a study session you two had planned since you needed some help with some homework you didn't understand

(✦) ↬ When he arrived, he ringed the door bell but no one answered. He noticed the door was unlocked and he was conflicted. Riddle wanted both to wait for you, after all it's not nice entering other people houses without consent, but at the same time he wanted to make sure you were fine.

(✦) ↬ At the end he finally stepped in and searched for you with his eyes, he heard someone singing. It was a very beautiful voice, Riddle found himself searching for the source of this voice and found you in your room singing while tidying up.

(✦) ↬ Riddle stayed at the door frame, not wanting to interrupt you, after all he was curious. He never heard this song, and it was also in a language he doesn't understand. "I wonder what they're saying... But their voice is so beautiful at the same time" he probably thought in his mind.

After you were done, you noticed a figure at the door, which it startled you, but then you recognised it and calmed down, while being a bit red "Oh hi Riddle! i didn't see you, sorry" you said while getting up from your bed and greeting him. He was still stunned but quickly regained his usual composure, a faint red on his cheeks. "Your voice was very lovely, my rose. You should tell me more about the song you were singing, even if i haven't understood the words, i'm still quite curious. If you don't mind of course" he said, hoping you would sing more often, and wanting to know more about your world. (Don't worry tho, your lecture about the door unlocked and the study session were not forgotten ;))

(✦) ↬ Azul had invited you to his vip room to spend some time together, although when you arrived, he was busy, and asked gently if you didn't mind waiting for him in the vip room.

(✦) ↬ When you arrived, you sat on the purple couch and while waiting for him, you unconsciously started humming your favourite song from your world. You stood up and walked around the room.

(✦) ↬ Finally Azul was done and he couldn't wait to finally spend some time with his lovely partner. When he arrived, he didn't expect you to hear you singing. He was entranced by your voice.

(✦) ↬ He listened to what you were singing, although it wasn't a language he could understand, the rhythm was pretty catchy for him and waited for you to finish.

You were chilling and singing, so you didn't notice your boyfriend at the door of the vip room. When you turned around and found him there, you stopped singing and looked at him, quietly embarrassed. He clapped his hands and complimented your singing skills "You know my pearl, you could put these singing skill to great use if you wanted to, your voice is beautiful. Why don't you start singing for the Mostro Lounge?" he said, a part of him hoped you said no, he didn't want other people to hear this beauty. He was quite curious about what you were singing, but nonetheless, he tries other times to ask you to sing for him only, if you're comfortable of course! No contracts don't worry!!

(✦) ↬ You were at the Mostro Lounge helping out cleaning after the closure time, and since it was only you in that area you were at, you decided unconsciously to sing something.

(✦) ↬ As you started singing while cleaning, you didn't notice a certain curious and observing eel watching and hearing your beautiful voice. The way you moved and followed a rhythm without a base left him surprised

(✦) ↬ Jade was entranced by your voice, and you definitely piqued more his interests for you. Even if you've been together for a while, you never ended to amaze him.

(✦) ↬ He surely wants to know more about your world, even if you've known eachother for a while, but you haven't talked much about your world, now he was more curious about you.

"Ah, Prefect. I didn't know about your talent for singing" he said from afar, and you, who wasn't expecting him to be there, jumped. "How long have you been there?" he came closer,with his usual composed smile "Long enough to be amazed once again by you. Your voice is like a mermaid's... How interesting." After that you spend your time talking about your world and your origins since you could see the interest in his eyes.

(✦) ↬ You were waiting for Floyd to come out of the changing room, you were supposed to have date together at your dorm, after his basketball practice, just to chill and cuddle a bit

(✦) ↬ As you were waiting, while scrolling through your phone, you started to hum your favourite song from your world

(✦) ↬ You didn't notice that Floyd was done, and he was admiring you from the exit of the changing room. He was starting to get into the rhythm of the song, and decided to come out and dance with you

You've been waiting for Floyd for a while, and you were humming your favourite song in your native language, you didn't even notice the eel, dangerously coming near you. You felt your hands being held and being caught in a dance with none other than Floyd! You were startled, but nonetheless, you continued singing; Floyd seemed so happy and carefree that you dared not to stop. After you two were finished, Floyd squeezed you gently and brought you both to the ground, while laughing. "Ahahah Shrimpy, that was so fun~ Let's do it again~" he said while laughing on the grass, with an arm around you. "I'm glad you had fun Floyd! how did practice go?" you asked him "Eh could have gone better, but now that i'm with Shrimpy, i'm happy~ Was it a song from your world? You have a very beautiful voice, you should sing more for me~ I'll never get bored of it". Now he couldn't wait to arrive to Ramshackle to know more and spending the rest of the day with you, and wanting to hear your voice once again, and who knows, maybe to dance again!

A/N please i love octotrio sm, i swear i will write other characters too soon don't worry ~!!

#first off i would NEVER #98% of songs in my language SUCK #but like if i did #this is so cute AHHA #this feels like a scenario right up my alley since i sing to myself so much #twst x reader #୭‧₊˚ ꒰𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓈꒱

slept for an impressive 2 hours tonight

am aiming to reach 0 by next month to obtain my full potential

#🗣️‧₊˚ ꒰𝓎𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔꒱

vendingmachineoflove

you know you're too deep when you start calling your favourite characters "stupid fuck" and "asshole"

#୭‧₊˚ ꒰𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓈꒱#me with idia all day every day #fucking loser

stopmyhearts

if you go insane enough about the Character you can cry over things that never even happened to them outside your head

twstassets

High-res Assets for Leona Kingscholar - Relaxing In Room

Dialogue, animations, and extra assets can be found on Drive: Link

#i am looking 👁️👁️#(respecfully)#does he own anything other than flip flops and sandals tho #a question we may never know the answer to #୭‧₊˚ ꒰𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓈꒱

the idia thoughts cannot be stopped

#🗣️‧₊˚ ꒰𝓎𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔꒱#I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM #why is he like that

akisteahouse

COURTING YOU? SINCE WHEN?! Featuring Diasomnia!

requested ask from here!!!!

While courting, crocodiles can be surprisingly tender, involving much touching of snouts, rubbing of necks, blowing of bubbles and resting of heads on each other’s backs.

Sebek Zigvolt! Whose face grew crimson at your utter lack of decorum, as he so nicely put it, when you’d fallen asleep on his back after one of Vargas’s more tiring lessons - what? You’d groaned, ignoring all of his minimal at best attempts to push you off, further curling into him, shoving your face into the crook of his neck, completely oblivious to the poor first-year’s inner turmoil. You insolent little -! Fine, he’d allow just this once. (Lies. He wouldn’t mind even if you did it daily.) Calloused hand now usually placed against the back of your neck while walking, fingertips pressed against your nape, so gently, almost like he was afraid holding onto you too tightly would shatter you, all while his posture remained ramrod straight and face flushed a pretty pink, as if he was embarrassed from doing something intimate…oh well, you wouldn’t expect any less from your favourite emotionally constipated croc <33 Running up to you one day brandishing two bubble wands like they were swords, loudly complaining about the brainless humans(who really were just confused onlookers wondering why the two of you were blowing bubbles at the courtyard), before immediately flipping and complimenting your excellent bubble-blowing form(red-eared all the while, waving his bubble wand back and forth like he was doing something important. Cute.) Stiffly asking one day if he had permission, permission to what, exactly, you weren’t so sure but hey - why not? Steeling yourself for whatever Sebek had in store for you, only for something hard to bump rather awkwardly into your forehead, another thing pressed against your nose… eh? His hands cradled carefully around your face to rub his nose against yours, so positively red you couldn’t help but giggle - a bad decision, on your part, because you quickly lost your footing and fell onto the grass, sending poor Sebek tumbling down with you(Whatever, it wasn’t like he cared that much, anyway - not when you were laughing like that, eyes ceased at the corners and cheeks ruddy). Barging into your room for the umpteeth time the next week, a hint of nervousness in his tone - “Lilia has arranged a meeting with you. It is only expected of him - my parents are currently unavailable to assess my mate, so he will do it in their stead. Pardon? Of course, I’m referring to you! Have you gone mad?” Madly oblivious, sure, but hey - a boyfriend’s a boyfriend, especially since it was your fav croc ;)

While courting, bats will douse themselves with perfume, sing or scream to express desire, as well as engage in mutual grooming and wing-flicking.

Lilia Vanrouge! Whose grin widened like a Cheshire's when you invited him out for an impromptu karaoke session, and even more so when he caught a whiff of your new perfume - “My, my, how bold ~” …eh? Resting his chin on closed fists, as he watched you belt out a popular song with a sickeningly dreamy look in his eyes, before choosing his own song with all the seriousness of an army general leading his troops to war, cheerfully screeching into the karaoke mic death metal, beaming at you with a proud grin after the song ended(well, Cater did mention he liked metal, so this probably wasn’t out of the ordinary, right?). Dousing himself with copious amounts of strong perfume right before attending any of his classes that you were in to the point that the entirety of Diasomnia knew what the two - mostly one - were up to, sending you looks of mild annoyance whenever they caught you and Lilia walking by(“Just say yes already, i don’t know how much more of this lovey-dovey nonsense I can stand -“ “There’s a betting pool if you’re interested -“ “Oh, really?”). Unexpectedly rough hands becoming touchier and grabby with you, if possible, now always semi-permanently glued to your body, whether it be simply running his fingers through your hair(oh-so gently brushing out knots or the occasional tangle with the care so unlike his usual reckless demeanour, almost like he was worried pulling a little too sharply would harm you) or barging randomly into your dorm for impromptu self-care nights, armed with face masks from Pomefiore and a old movie in hand(eyes gazing into yours a little too adoringly when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder halfway through, fingertips brushing a stray lock of hair back, humming sweetly as he draped a blanket over your shoulders - he’d have to rummage through your kitchen to prepare you a wonderful meal when you woke up…he was sure you wouldn’t mind too much, now <33 Face turning a shade of pink he would have giggled at when you decided to surprise him by randomly appearing from behind and almost screaming his name, his raspberry-red eyes widened in delight, voice awed and nearly breathless, taking your hands in his, with a stupidly lovestruck look in his eyes - “Does this mean… you’ve finally accepted me? Oh, I should tell Silver right away! He’d be delighted to have another parent - hm? Did you really think we’d become mates without me introducing you to my family? Goodness beastie, what a funny thought! Come along now, you can meet the rest over dinner!” :))))

While courting, dragons may offer their potential mate treasures from their own hoard, as well as show displays of power to win their affection. Inviting their potential mate to their hoard is considered to be a sacred act, as well as an agreement to the courtship.

Malleus Draconia! Who had been acting even more socially inept than usual - awkwardly offering you gems and necklaces and brooches which you were sure cost more than you could ever spend in your lifetime, right next to delicately carved stone gargoyles(that took you quite a while to find a place for, but no worries), along with frequently alarming actions that anyone else would’ve been scared of - such as Malleus nearly flooding the school after you tried to get up from your lunch table to get water, Malleus snapping a tree cleanly in half after Rook had been ‘observing’ the two of you, Malleus stepping on your keychain which had fallen off your bag, causing him to despair and cause rainstorms for three days… ah, good times, good times(and probably nothing more to the way his emerald green eyes seemed to glisten at you when you told him that breaking your keychain was fine, since it was an accident, and such a small thing wouldn’t deter you from being his friend… yeah, probably nothing.) Inviting you out to visit his room one day with a rare flush to his pale cheeks, pointed ears reddened to their tips - odd, but this was a normal friend activity, right?? Flushing an even deeper shade of scarlett when you admired his hoard collection of pennants and souvenirs gifted to him from Lilia, happily recounting all of the outlandish stories he’d been told by him as he grew up, eyes blown wide like a surprised cat’s after you’d told him you’d love to experience those places, places he’d only ever heard of since birth, with him - “Did you… did you really mean that?” Avoiding your gaze like an embarrassed schoolgirl all of a sudden, usually composed face tinted pink, something so worrying you couldn’t help but reach out to touch his cheek, just to check in case of an odd fae illness - something which only led to Malleus staring at you like a particularly strange animal, only for him to sigh(dreamily?) and lean into your warm touch, closing his eyes shut. (He really was sick, then. He had to be. After all, his body temperature was oddly hot, and his pulse seemed to be growing faster by the minute.) Humming a new tune - a song Lilia used to sing for him when he was young, apparently - the day after, appearing in your front door like he’d been summoned, lips curling upwards the minute he’d since your face, in all its just-woken-up-bedheaded glory. “Ah, there you are, my dear. I’ve already informed Lilia of our relationship, and he has approved. Though, those senators seem less… excited about our future, but no matter. We should leave for Briar Valley in a few days time - I’m sure they’ll have a change of heart after meeting my lovely future head consort in person, and if not… well, I’ll simply just have to do some convincing.” ;)))

BONUS:

While courting, humans don't usually rest on each other’s backs, scream to profess their love, nor do they typically invite potential mates to their hoard - but neither were they raised and surrounded by fae, so Silver certainly was a different case altogether.

Silver! Who had decided to ask his fellow peers for advice on how to properly court you - hence, Sebek. “INTIATE INTIMATE TOUCH!” was his junior’s advice, which turned out…okay. His original plan of going on a walk in the forest together had been a massive fail, falling asleep on a bench when you’d asked to take a break - his head perched on your shoulder, long eyelashes fluttered shut, near silent snores escaping his barely opened lips. (Not like you minded much. Silver falling asleep on you was becoming a common occurrence, the more you spoke to him.) His second attempt at wooing you coming directly from his fa - Lilia, himself - to invite you out for a karaoke date. Which was fun - until Silver’s song of choice came on, a song Lilia had strongly recommended to ‘properly show them you’re interested’… a decision he’d later come to regret, after being hit in the face with heavy bass and its singer letting out an unholy shriek. Though he did try his best to sing along, which turned out… interesting. His voice hoarse from all that screaming and shouting, leading to him being confined to his room due to his unbearably sore throat, sighing wistfully and staring out his window, watching the blue birds chirp and squirrels climb up trees, deep in thought…(why wasn’t any of his courting methods working? Should he ask Kalim for help next?) Jolting up when Malleus barged in, in his own polite way, smiling from ear to ear as he spoke,”Your beloved has arrived with soup. I believe they are here to assist you. Lilia has already let them in. Good luck.” Face tinted a soft pink when you sat down on his bed and offered him a flask of chicken soup(that he was extremely grateful for, after politely refusing Lilia’s many attempts to feed him his strange concoctions), auroral eyes locked onto your gaze, so intently focused on you that he tipped over the thermos of soup, apologising over and over as he felt you do a once-over on him, fingertips lightly patting him down, eyes scanning him for injuries. “I love you.” The words escaping his mouth before he could stop himself, eyes blown open by his own directness, even more so when you flushed a shade of pink he found absolutely charming, reciprocating his feelings. Wait…really? Smiling giddily like an idiot after you’d accepted his confession, opening the door to walk you back to your dorm, only to see Lilia, Sebek and Malleus to tumble out, presumably listening in to the entire thing. Looking up at you with an apologetic smile, holding onto your hand just a little bit tighter, as if trying to reassure you -“I hope you weren’t too surprised… they might be a little much, but it's okay, because i love you, and I’m sure they’ll love you just as much as i do.” :))))

hey, if you liked this… check out Savannaclaw’s or Octavinelle’s versions?

alternatively; check out the Diasomnia masterlist?

#OMG THIS WAS SO CUTE #Way to make me giggle op #trust me i WILL be eating up the savannaclaw and octavinelle vers next #twst x yuu #twst x reader #୭‧₊˚ ꒰𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓈꒱

Hear me out...

Idia, Malleus, Deuce x gn!reader (seperate)

You decide to invite him for an innocent game of "hear me out cake", but he has no idea that you have a little something up your sleeve...

as promised, the stupid idea i had for a fic has finally been written HAHA i had a dream abt writing this and posting it last night soooooo... i guess it was a sign for me to sit my ass down and WRITE. also lets pretend that fictional characters from our world exist in twst too...

So, uhh, fair to say that it's been a while, huh. A LOT has happened since i last wrote something. I started going to the gym, actually got into learning japanese, started improving my mental health, tried and mostly failed to study art too (i'm not giving up tho!!)

also im srry i got lazy💔i didnt feel like writing the beginning part so we jump straight into the action💔

𝓘𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓢𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭

"Umm... hear me out..." you're currently on your 7th round, yet Idia is still flustered like the main character of your average shojo romance manga in a confession scene.

He's literally looking away from you as he pulls out his next character on a shish kebab stick.

You wonder how he hasn't passed out from all the blood rushing to his head. The ends of his hair are glowing in a beautiful pinkish hue which you're quite content with staring at. It looks positively lovely.

"I... I was 6, okay? GOT IT?!" He spluttered, eyes dashing around the room like you were illegal to look at. This is honestly the best thing since sliced bread.

"No way, me too!" you couldn't hide your amusement and pulled out the skewer with Lofty from Bob the Builder on it. It honestly seems very much like Idia to have liked that blue mobile crane as a kid.

"I suddenly feel... very validated," he said very quietly and you suspect that he didn't mean to say that out loud. He noticed you were looking at him and sighed. "I said that out loud... I totally did, didn't I..."

Clocked.

You clenched and unclenched your hand a few times, preparing yourself for the big moment.

"Okay, my turn." As you reached for the dreaded skewer with the image of Idia on it, your hands trembled. From fear or excitement, you're not exactly sure.

"Hear me out..." you mumbled warily, slowly placing the skewer inside the cake.

His eyes narrowed for a moment as he stared at the phone screen and then they widened almost cartoonishly about a second later. You would laugh if you weren't technically confessing right now.

"You.... You..." it seemed to you as if he was malfunctioning, frozen in place and stuttering like a scratched CD. The flames of his hair picked up and his face was probably as red as a tomato.

"Wh... Don't prank me like that....!" He shook his head at you desperately, wide eyed. You had to hold back your giggles at the dramatic sight.