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malleus /j

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—# beneath the surface | v. schoenheit

desc: the best way to unwind after a day is with you.

—c. warnings: none, just fluff. (a little bit of angst, as well. but it has to go bad before it can get gud! 😋) ooc (?)

—a. notes: messing around w/ the layouts of my posts, so expect things looking a bit funky for a while…

as much as vil liked getting up in the morning, feeling refreshed after a good night’s sleep and preparing for the day ahead, there was nothing more he loved even more than unwinding after the day with you.

it was a wonderful moment of peacefulness in his rather packed life. from constant incoming calls of potential photoshoots and movie roles to performing his role as dormleader, vil always knew he could always come back to you after a hard day’s work.

well, most of time.

“what do you mean you can’t come over today?”

vil’s mood dampened at your sudden disclosure of information, a sour expression coming over his face as he stood in front of you.

he wouldn’t say he was sulking, but he was definitely sulking.

from the way his bottom lip slightly pushed forward, to how he crossed his arms over his chest as he huffed, and how his eyebrows furrowed together. it was quite obvious vil was pouting.

well, to you, at least.

to others, it was probably his usual displeased expression he’d show whenever upset.

but, it was cute nonetheless.

and as you gazed at his expression, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly with a soft smile, before you placed your hands on his shoulders with a reassuring squeeze.

“aww, c’mon, vil. it’ll be just this once, promise. and if not, i’ll make it up to you teeen times over when i have the free time~”

vil silently huffed once again, his expression souring even more at your words as he removed your hands off his shoulders and enveloped them in his.

and while although you were right, it was just this once, and he would have brushed it off and said alright if it was a normal day.

but today… he needed you today.

“oh!”

your eyes widened as you yelped in surprise when vil suddenly pulled you into his embrace, his hands clutching your shoulders tightly while his arms wrapped securely over your back.

he buries his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your warmth with a sigh, and despite having to hunch over awkwardly to reach your height, vil still felt comfortable anyways.

“can i be selfish…” he mumbles into your neck, his own voice sound oddly vulnerable to him as he speaks, “just for today?”

“have you prioritize me, over everything else… just for today?” he asks.

the question sounded… as it was, selfish.

vil knew you probably had something better to do than to tend to his sulking, which he’ll now admit, much to his chagrin.

but, today felt… hard, in particular.

he doesn’t usually complain, or at all, about himself. so, even to him, it was odd of him to ask you of this, to have you tend to him than for him to tend to you.

ah, maybe he should take it back now.

he could feel that ugly feeling in his chest again.

but…

“ahaha! is that what this is about?”

…your laughter seemed to quell and cut through that unpleasantness that stormed inside vil’s chest as you pulled back from his embrace, that ever warming smile still adorning your face as you gazed at him with such kindness he never truly understood someone could have.

replacing that feeling in his chest with something more warm, one that bubbled softly with affection and love he wished to express to you in the best way possible than what he already can now, one that showed how beautiful his feelings for you and your feelings for him are.

“vil wants me to spoil him today, is that what he wants?~”

and that is all he wants for today.

vil huffs, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he looks away bashfully, but with a light smile nonetheless.

“yes.”

your hands felt like wondrous silk as they glide and massage vil’s skin, the moisturizer he had obtained from azul making the experience much more pleasurable as you gently worked the product into his skin.

vil was sitting down with you standing between his legs, delightedly doing his own skin care for him just because.

it was times like these that vil cherished. where his only worry was you, and you alone. not everyone else and what they think, nor the public, or his fans, or manager.

it was just you, and him, ending the day and unwinding in each others presence.

“y’know, this moisturizer’s really good.” you commented, giving vil’s face a few light pats as you finished rubbing the moisturizer into his skin.

“yes, very.” vil sighed, “azul made it for me, i’ve been using the product ever since.”

“is that so.” you deadpanned, recounting the few times you’ve baited one of the tweels (mostly floyd. he is not amused) into providing azul the main ingredient for said moisturizer in exchange for something in return.

“speaking of skin,” vil chimed, “your skin looks a bit dull. have you been keeping up your skin care?”

from the way you flinched at the question, vil already knew the answer and sighed.

—post note: i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a good year. 🤡

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FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

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kalim has this bracelet on his left hand and a bunch of dangles on his right but i can't even imagine being sucker punched with those on the face. let alone REPEATEDLY like brotha eugh being beaten up with some shingalingngaling

[prdrys]

from POMEFIORE

- Warning: Yes, this is still a yandere thing. You have been warned. Gender-neutral reader. 

- Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier.

- Summary: (Continuation, after this “we just got a letter, wonder where it’s from”) You have barred them from entering the safety of Ramshackle Dorm, but they are determined to make their words reach you. Which is why the letters begin arriving at your doorstep.

- Note: Hoping its not too out of character.

Ignihyde   |   Pomefiore   |   Scarabia

Perfume. The carefully sealed envelope reeked of it, like the sweet smell of lavender with spice. The envelope containing the message looked like something you would find when getting an invitation to a ball or a wedding. The envelope was pristine, and the wax sealing it was done so perfectly without a single awkward edge.

It almost looked unnatural with how perfect it appeared. The thick beige parchment was cut evenly, and not a blot of ink strayed from the elegantly curved cursive words that looked like ribbons upon the page. Looks could be deceiving. It was beautiful, but as you might've already guessed, the interior didn't entirely match what was hidden beneath the surface.

To my darling player,

I am at fault and take full responsibility for my actions.

All I've ever wished for, was to admire you. You are the epitome of magnificence, divinity that I can only dream to one day achieve but knowing I will never truly reach. There's an otherworldly sort of allure to you, which drew me in far too close. Much like the man who enhanced himself with wings of wax, but flew too close to the sun so his wings melted and he met a terrible fate. You are the sun, and I was that reckless fool with fake wings.

I allowed myself to get too close, tainting your light with my imperfect presence. Your grace was the warm sunlight on my skin, when everything around me was a horrible darkness. To think, I attempted to put out that light. It was nearly diminished. For that, I should be burned. I'm sorry, so so sorry.

I've thought long and hard on what I could possibly say to you, what sort of response could be adequate enough considering what you mean to me and the delicate situation. It didn't take long for me to arrive to the answer: no response is fitting. It doesn't matter if I pen a letter long enough to rival the river of tears I shed, coat the envelope in gold and ink of silver, with a message that would have moved the seven themselves to weep. It does not change the betrayal that occurred. I betrayed the trust you gave me, and shattered it into millions of pieces. However, know that I'll be on my hands and knees piecing it back together again, even if the shards cause me to bleed, you are worth it.

The stabbing sensation on my skin would be nothing compared to the one in my heart that I feel when I consider the fact that you might despise me. There's nothing more I would want than to see your face, hold your hands and feel the warmth of your skin that's so unlike the coldness of your vessel. Requesting a meeting would be imperious, as I have no right to ask you of this. But if I could, I would love to see you and discuss what comes next, perhaps over lunch. This is just a thought, a wish of mine, but one you are not required to fulfill.

I'd love to believe that I know you and your vessel better than anyone else could even dream of understanding, but I know that is far from the truth. Even as I pampered and polished your precious doll, your secrets continue to escape me. Did you ever hear me, when I brushed and washed Yuu's hair? When I took their freezing cold hands and painted their nails? When kneeled down in front of them to polish their shoes? When I adorned the best luxuries of brand accessories on their body?

I would kneel down to no one else.

There was always this wish, a dream of mine, that one day I might perhaps one day get to pamper you. Not Yuu. But you. Is that a scandalous desire?

Your hands would be warm, and I would hold them as I file your nails. Your arm wouldn't be so rigid and mechanical, you could actually extend it as I slather a creamy scented lotion along your skin. And if you do desired, I could lift your head and apply lipstick to your lips... This is just the process I commonly used while your vessel was under my care.

Although, I would gladly take up the responsibility of nursing you back to health, or any other role you would give me. There are countless things I can accomplish for you. I commonly deal in potent poisons, but I can just as well deal in healing and comforting. I'm skilled in self-defense and various forms of magic, so I can be your companion to protect you from everything that would wish you harm. You know of my business in acting and singing, so even if you wanted nothing else I could be there to entertain or serenade you. I only wish to be with you again, even though I know I'm underserving. I'm selfish.

If you want nothing more, then I have to be satisfied knowing I was in your thoughts for a brief moment. A twisted part of me wants your mind to be plagued by thoughts of me, just as my mind and heart is full of you.

I have to remind myself, that by getting too close I risk being burnt. But, at this point, I do not care for my own safety. I only care for yours, and I do this to keep my sanity. I truly admire you so much, that I cannot adore you from afar behind a rope like sculpture in a museum. I have to stand nearby, inspect your beauty, polish you to a shine, and value you like the priceless treasure that you are. Should someone threaten to chip off even the slightest speck on you, forcing you through more suffering...

I will shatter them into a million pieces, to preserve your peace.

Yours,

Vil Schoenheit

The wonderful aromatic smell that filled your nose brought back some not so pleasant memories. The smell of the earth beneath your feet, the scent of dew collected on every still surface, but above all were fragrant tangs that immediately alerted you to any nearby presence of a student belonging to Pomefiore.

They had chased you through those deep dark woods, like a pack of rabid hounds tracking and hunting a poor wounded rabbit. Besides their shouts and footfall, their perfume gave them away. There was one in particular which you only caught a whiff of only when you had too closely encountered the dormleader. The scent of lavender and spice hit your nose, the same fragrance on the letter.

"That reeks! Burn it!" A certain feline hissed, covering his little black nose with his paws. You swore the fragrance was beginning to form a migraine at the front of your skull. If the smell was strong for you, it must've been much worse for Grim since he had a superior sense of smell.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, if the smell wasn't that strong and it wasn't the particular scent. Like vanilla or freshly baked bread. If that were the case, Grim might've insisted on keeping it or even be tempted to take a bite out of the sheet.

But it was lavender and spice. So the letter was tossed into a corner several feet away, left to an unknown fate that you would ultimately decide later. When you glanced back to Grim, you saw him holding and sniffing another letter.

For a long moment his sniffed the rolled up paper, his black nose twitching as he was likely just searching for another gift to claim as a snack. After a few seconds, he discarded it, sliding it over to you before he opted to dig through the pile like a raccoon digging into a heap of trash. "Meh, this one smells boring."

"Boring, huh?"

Boring wouldn't exactly be your choice of adjectives to describe this letter. It wasn't an envelope, it was a scroll tied by ribbon, attached to an arrow. An arrow, of all things, was likely the messenger for this message. Thankfully, this one didn't smell of anything. Even without a fragrance to match to a profile, the arrow was a dead giveaway.

Opening it up and using your hands to smooth out the curled edges, you blatantly ignored the wax seal over the ribbon. Once it was fully unsealed, a few single flower petals drifted down from the paper. Just another mess you would sweep up later and decide whether to dispose of it or not, like the first letter from the dormleader. For this one you were a pinch anxious. The sender was not like the others who came before.

Trickster,

It relieves me to see that you are finally safe.

To see you rest and heal in tranquility, nothing steadies my anxiously beating heart more than knowing you are sheltered. Well guarded by a trio of ghosts and the courageous feline Grim, I have no need to stress over your wellbeing with them acting as your valiant knights in shining armor! Although, I would also wish to join their ranks, blessed by your grace and fit to serve as your shield. However...

I am conscious enough to know that I am nowhere near fitting, no matter how much I may wish to reach out and shield you from every evil. In that most vital moment, I had failed to recognize you. I may have spared you from the sharpness of my blade, but I couldn't have guarded you from the suffering that was to come afterwards.

I'm so deeply and truly sorry. Many sleepless nights have followed, since and even before our first fateful encounter in those woods of the Pomefiore estate. Before our encounter, I was conflicted. I wanted to detest you, but I could not, I thought there must be a reason this was all occurring. I couldn't slumber peacefully, so long as I knew there was turbulence surrounding your beloved vessel. After our encounter, I couldn't get the vision of you fragile, frightened, and wounded, out of my mind. Raising a blade against you, who were a stranger shrouded in infamy, made my very heart stop.

Now I know why I was so unexplainably drawn to you. It was not due to the wild frenzy that overtook the entire campus, or a burning hatred to destroy, or even my own desire to discover answers I desperately wanted, although that last one may have played a role. The reason as to I was so enticed by you, a cunning 'imposter,' was because my heart recognized you. It must have been my very soul that pulled me towards you, and perhaps my own nature as well. My body recognized you, my heart and my soul led me to you, but I was blinded by my sorrows.

Throughout the few years I've had on this wonderful earth, I've seen countless peoples, and you are unlike any of which I've seen. In the places I've been, I have witnessed poetry be written by masters of literacy, melodies sung by the most angelic voices ever heard on a stage, and devoted worshippers in holy places kneel in solemn prayer. Somehow you as a single being, or entity, encompass all those elements into one. My aim is to admire beauty, and I see beauty in its finest form when I look at you.

I truly understand what you mean to me, and to others.

But at the same time, you remain a mystery. And I believe I'm speaking for all those who admire you when I say this. We could only dream of truly understanding you, when we only had Yuu.

So, I try to make sense of it all in what I do understand, in the beautiful things I adore that I associate with you who I cherish. In literature, music, photography, I see you in everything all at once. When I read poetic lines, I think I could share it with you. When I hear beautiful music, I imagine you might enjoy listening to the tune too. When I discover stunning sceneries, I plan to bring you there someday to share a moment with you.

Now, I can make sense of it. I understand how the poets of old felt as they penned the love and awe they felt towards the Fairest Queen. It's a rare sentiment that cannot easily be put into words, a feeling as if it held my delicate heart and squeezed when I so much as thought of you. When a song and its composer can bring an audience to tears, I understand that now too. Hearing your voice for the first time, formed a knot in my throat that prevented me from saying much. Catching that first glimpse of you, was like gazing at a perfect painted portrait hanging in a museum.

My dearest player, I am a Hunt. I am naturally inquisitive by nature, and my fondness for you comes just as naturally. You may consider it wrong, but I will continue to offer my loyalty even if you may not accept it.

My aim is to one day unlock your secrets, solve your mysteries, and understand you fully, learn what makes you tick and what drives you forward. Perhaps when the day comes when you've forgiven me for my crimes, I can proudly stand in your presence and recite the poems I have written in your name. I could admire you everyday from then on, and remind you everyday of your worth. Then, I will protect you, from all harm, and I will not allow myself to fail you once again. This is a promise.

Should you need me, I will be there.

Yours,

Rook Hunt

There was something that felt... off. Compared to some of the previous letters, these were rather tame. Of course, there was the desperation and fascination evident in their words captured by the ink, but it was nowhere near as extreme as other cases.

Although, it was still chilling, to read the thoughts they penned.

In your hand you held the arrow the letter had been connected to, feeling its thin shape and the sharpened head at its tip that nearly pricked your finger. The vice dormleader had excellent aim, and had he not been so kind, arrows like this one in your hand could've easily been driven through your flesh and caught you against a tree where you would've been helpless in their grasps.

And yet, despite the opportunities he had, he didn't let a single weapon touch you. All it would take was one arrow, one moment and he could've ended you where you stood. But he spared you. However, there's the lingering doubt that maybe the primary reason he did it was he hoped you had answers to the malfunctioning vessel. You couldn't be sure exactly why he spared you, when everyone had wanted to torment and imprison you or worse.

Beside you, there's a large crunch and a content purr. When you look over, there's Grim, happily munching away on an apple he held with his little paws. He sank his fangs into the fruit, content that he finally found an offering that appeased him. In front of him was a small basket, filled with more juicy red apples.

"These are great! And, even though I was the one who found them, I'll let you have some!" Grim picked up another apple from the basket, sticking his claws into the red peel and offering it with his little grin. Nevermind the fact that these were probably meant as a gift for you and not for him, but you didn't mind. They would have likely ended up in the trash anyways, at least someone could enjoy them.

"You should really have one. You haven't eaten all day."

"I'm not hungry, but thanks. You can have them." Ever since everything happened, you weren't too keen on accepting gifts, especially if they were consumable. For now, the only places you'd accept food from, was the cafeteria you'd venture too at the dead of night when no one was there, or Sam's shop.

In the spot of the basket where Grim had removed the apple, there was a white layer at the bottom of the basket. Perplexed, you reached in and found an envelope hidden by the piled apples.

Unsurprisingly, the envelope smelled of sweet things, apples, cinnamon, and freshly baked pies. The envelope itself was nothing special, it had no intricate wax seal or marking. It was loosely sealed shut by a brown piece of string, and covered in some white and pink apples blossoms.

The inside was less impressive, more authentic, which was refreshing in a way. Smooth cursive flowed into slightly choppy print scrawled out in uneven lines, before eventually returning back to cursive at the end of some sentences. It appears parts were rushed judging by the blotted ink stains at multiple periods. The apples were a clue as to who the sender may be, but why would the letter be hidden in a gift?

Dear Player,

If you're reading this, that means my letter got through.

Where do I even start? It seems right that I first say sorry. I'm sorry. It sounds like a load of bull, but I am sorry. Apologizing in all these other ways, won't make this any better, so, I thought this might help. I'm gonna be completely honest with you, no lies, no tricks, just the blunt truth. I'm not going to be showing you these pretty sides I polished to impress and to mask all the ugly. I'll tell you everything that's been going on. That's something only I have the guts to do.

The reason I hid this letter was because Vil and Rook have been checking anything I want to write to you. They want to keep up this positive front, they wanna at least pretend to be perfect enough to be near you. At least, that's what I think. Although I know we won't ever come close to that.

Instead of trying to write a real and honest letter for you, it feels like I was writing some essay for Professor Trein to grade. I'd have to write and write, and even if the grammar was right, the message wasn't. They want to make you think everything's okay, when it's not. I can only imagine what elegant crap they were spewing in their own fancy letters, while we're actually all a mess. We've been like this since Yuu broke down. I try to understand them, and in a way I do, but sometimes they freak me out. Yeah, I got my own problems trying to comprehend all this chaos, but they're different.

Is everyone else in the other dorms this extreme? This miserable and on the verge of breaking? Maybe you won't believe me, or maybe you'll realize that there's some truth to what I'm saying. Here, in Pomefiore, I can only tell you what I've seen. These days, Rook's smile seems strained, like he's about to snap, his eyes are sharp and watchful. The only time his smile is normal is when he's looking at some photo, but he won't ever let me see what it is. Vil, well, the only sign he's still alive and kicking are the packages that come in for him, new makeup and all that stuff, things he's using to craft that perfect mask. I did see him one night out in the hall, I swear there was mascara down his face but I was too put off to approach when he was like that.

Don't ever tell them I told you all this. Vil would probably skin me alive and wear me as a robe, and Rook... I don't want to think about what he would do... I'm kidding by the way, but seriously, don't ever tell them. I told you I would be honest to you, so here's my reason. I thought that maybe telling you all this would score me points with you, get you to trust me again. Even if this is a rotten way to go about it, I don't care.

I am rotten, and I won't hide it like them.

If I can't even be honest with you, then do I really deserve a second chance at all?

Scratch that. I don't deserve a second chance at all after everything that happened. What I did was downright terrible, but I'm trying my damnedest to be deserving again. And I won't stop trying, even if part of me thinks it's useless. I never cared for Yuu, the only reason I acted for them was because it was you behind them. My goal is to eventually be beside you, the real you.

Although, a basket of apples is a crummy way to go about things, but think of it like a peace offering. Just cause I can't get word to you, don't mean I give up. I'm not giving up. Ever. Everyone's going about their own roundabout ways of mending things. If you want to hear more, I'll gladly tell you. I don't think anyone else would tell you the truth of what's happening, because in a sense everyone wants to appeal to you with the best image of themselves they can possible portray. Don't believe all the hogwash they send you. If whoever sends something and seems to be stable, they're not. Not completely.

I'm awfully ashamed to admit it, but I'm not okay. Not since everything started, and not since everything went to hell when shit hit the fan. I'm not okay without you, and I got myself to blame for that.

This letter is helping. The thought of communicating with you again, even if I can't see your face or hear your voice and its reduced to words on paper, it's more than I could ask for. So, if you want me to spill the beans, just ask. If not, if there's no response, well, I'll get a bit of comfort thinking you might've read this. Besides, I have hope with each attempt I'll make. I'm not just rottenly selfish, I'm stubborn to a fault. And if I have to knock down someone else's chances to get closer, then that's fine by me.

All you gotta do is talk to me.

Until then, hoping to speak to you soon,

Epel Felmier

[prdrys]

The urge to write angst

[prdrys]

HI I cannot stop imagining something more after that TreyxReader.

After reader finishes eating that cheescake they have some cream leftover in his plate and lips. Trey couldn't stop himself and leans over to them and cleanse their lips with his thumb and stay close for some seconds, until reader just closes that gap kissing his lips in a needy way.

Srr if some stuff doesn't make sense, English isn't my first langue

this is really late—but—allow me to satisfy that wild imagination of yours, dear anon.

edit: i just now realized tumblr didn’t save the final version & i don’t wanna rewrite that so have a revised ending instead. 💀

—# aftertaste. | t. clover

desc: after giving you a cheesecake, that trey oh-so happened to have, he can’t help but notice that smidge of cream at the corner of your lip.

—cw: suggestive, not proof-read

—a. note: i do believe trey has a thing for mouthes— like the material is right there…

—previous: cheescake.

“thank you, trey! it was good, as always!”

with the sound of metal gently clinking with porcelain; the sight of your lovely face smiling up at him, trey had to force himself not to smile too hard back at you.

if there was one secret that trey kept well, it was the fact he found himself.. excited at the sight of you eating.

it’s not because you were eating in general, per se, he wasn’t that weird, but more specifically that you were eating his food that trey found himself… eager… in certain areas.

or maybe, perhaps, it was that pleased and delighted hum you made whenever you slipped one of his pastries into your mouth that got him going.

or maybe, the way whatever utensil you were using seemed to slide out of your mouth at an agonizingly slow pace, as if you knew the action itself would get trey bothered.

or… how your lips were plump and wet after eating that trey find oddly erotic; it wasn’t until his gaze wanders to the stray lick of cream at the corner of your mouth did trey realize how hungrily he was eyeing you down, like a wolf ready to pounce at it’s prey.

he could feel his heart hammering inside his chest at the carnal images he painted in his own mind, salivating at the thought before swallowing it back, hoping to stay calm. especially down there.

“what’s wrong?” you tilted your head to side as you looked up at him in confusion. “is there something on my face?”

how cute, trey thinks to himself.

before he knew it, trey was already moving in closer, his hand coming up to cusp your cheek. his eyes fixed on that one lick of cream as he brushed it off with his thumb, just ghosting past the corner of your lip.

oh, how he wished to capture those lips with own; savor the sweet taste that was you. trey could already imagine how it would feel: wet and plush. he swore you could hear his own heart beat in his chest with how close he was, just a breath away—maybe even less.

it wasn’t until he was making eye contact with you did trey realize he had lingered for too long. he could immediately feel his face flush and heart jump to his throat, he’s really done it now. trey could feel the sweat quickly persperate in his palms as he pulled his hand away from your face, how was he going to explain himself to you?

but trey’s heart jumped into his heart a second time—perhaps to his groin even—as before he get a word out, you we’re already out of your seat and pressing your lips against his as he stumbled backwards at the sudden motion, only to be brought back by your hands grasping onto him.

your lips, gods, was it everything and more than he imagined. like an addict, trey was hooked, addicted, and wanting for more.

the kiss was soft and sweet, yet somehow rough, hungry, and primal at the same time, as you’ve been waiting for this moment just like him. we’re you though? trey wasn’t sure, but he certainly liked the thought.

it didn’t take long for trey to kiss back, reciprocating back in full, he never knew how much he needed to kiss you until now. his hands now holding your face close, refusing you from pulling away now, not when you’ve so boldly made your move.

soft and sweet kisses quickly escalated into a heated make-out session that trey wouldn’t complain, not when you’re reciprocating with equal vigor, his hand cusping the back of your head while the other held you close by your hips as he pecked the last few kisses he wanted from your lips.

trey’s face was flushed as he panted, a look in his eyes as he gazed at you that screamed more than just simple need and desire.

“need you,” were his only words as trey pressed his lips against your neck, his voice hoarse and thick with want as deft hands beginning to undo the buttons of uniform, and you found yourself sandwiched between him and the table.

“need to taste more of you.”

[prdrys]

— "AND WHILE YOU SLEEP, I'LL BE SCARED." overblot gang 

SYNOPSIS: Your lover waking up from a horrific nightmare and scrambling to listen to your heartbeat so he can make sure you're still alive.

⊹ [ cw ] — angst, hurt/comfort, overblot, blood, glass shards injury, anxiety/panic attacks, insecurities, mentions of death, crying (them)◞

⊹ [ tags ] — ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP. GN! READER | riddle tears his room apart, leona feels immense guilt, caring leona, azul having a panic attack, vil being an absolute mess, vil speaks german, shy idia, jamil injures himself accidentally, jamil calls you 'albi' (my heart), malleus immortality angst ◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 1.5k+◞

✩—RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

It's far past his scheduled time for sleep.

A bitter taste is bubbling up in his throat and frothing against his tongue. Riddle doesn't know what this wretched feeling is. All he knows is that he's terrified. Perhaps that's why he allows himself to disturb your sleep, the maddening emotions slamming against his head becoming too much for him to handle.

"I-I apologize for waking you," Riddle rasps, slipping into your shared bed and burrowing his face deep into the crook of your neck. His breaths come out in quick and fleeting puffs, heart thrumming hard against his ribs.

In the dimness of the night, the myriad of mangled and torn-up books that were strewn and flung about the room in a frenzied fury could hardly be seen. Your gaze flickered down to your lover. The tips of Riddle's fingers were a blistering raw red, his once well-groomed nails now visibly chipped at its ends.

With a touch of your tender hands, you pull him down to rest against your chest.

"What's wrong?"

"I–I just…I recalled the incident of my overblot and how I hit you with that blast. H-How you nearly—" Clamping his eyes tight, Riddle dared not to finish that sentence. The boy trembles in your arms—ears fervently straining to hear the steady and melodic thump of your heart, a melody he feared he would never hear again.

A choked sob tumbles from his lips and your chest aches.

"…I'm sorry," was his quiet cry. "I'm so sorry."

✩—LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

Peacefully fast asleep, your back was nestled snug against the Leona's chest while his firm bicep protectively curled around your ribs.

Over the course of your relationship, Leona began to realize how much he loved having you in his arms. You were at peace when you slept, untouched and untainted by the stress and pain you dealt with every day.

He crept his free hand up your torso, cold fingers slipping underneath your shirt, skimming up your stomach, and settling above the spot on your chest where your heartbeat danced vividly against his touch. Leona splays his fingers out more, fixated on how the thrum of your life felt against his skin.

It was a daily struggle to keep his emotions at bay, ensuring that his strong feelings and magic wouldn't hurt you again. The nightmarish phantom of his blot still haunts him to this day. That wrath was an ugly and hideous beast he wished to keep locked away in the depths of his mind for all of eternity.

Yet, at the soft beat of your delicate heart against his sullied hands—Already, Leona finds himself wavering, uncharacteristically weak.

An overpowering mix of stress and strain washes over him, pooling up into watery blobs and flowing down his cheeks in faint streaks as he silently wept.

"Fuck," Leona curses, pulling your dozing form closer to him. "Fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry. You don't deserve this."

✩—AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

The torment of nightmares was far worse than he remembered, but this dread he felt was unquestionably different, pressing in on him like a frigid cold. The icy sensation seeps into the marrows and dips of his flesh—his sole respite being your touch, which both warmed and scorched at his skin.

"Angelfish." Azul breathlessly sputtered, blindly patting around the bed in search of your body.

Through the fringes of his blacked out vision, he could barely make out your worried drowsy visage. This caused him to panic, pulse picking up, but you were quick to soothe him—reaching a hand out to press against his cheek. Finally finding you, the octo-mer pulled you towards his side of the bed, engulfing you in a tight hug.

Azul tried to stop the flood of tears that layered his face, but your soft lips strewn with kisses on his skin seemed to further elicit his unceasing cries. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Azul. I'm here." You whisper, cradling his face, but he was inconsolable. The octo-mer desperately clawed at your shirt as he pressed his ear deeper against your chest, practically melting into you.

The throbs of your heart echoed through his anguished mind, providing him with some semblance of comfort.

"Don't go….Please…" Azul sputters, body shaking from every deep, labored heave of his burning lungs, "Please."

✩—JAMIL VIPER:

A strangled scream awoke you from your abyssal sleep, your bleary eyes ripping open to dart here and there around the room in a manic frenzy. The ensuing shattering smash of a glass further threw your thoughts into disarray.

"Jamil?!"

Your lover had stumbled off of the bed, now kneeling against the wooden flooring with the bedsheets pooling around his hips, sheets damp from the shattered glass of water on the floor.

A bloody hand clenched at his palpitating heart, glass shards digging into his skin, as his lungs fought to maintain his breathing.

You sprang from the mattress and skidded in his direction, but Jamil scrambled away from you.

"Albi, no. There's glass. Stay away. You're going to get hurt," Jamil stammered. Holding a shaky hand up, the boy avoided your gaze.

"Jamil—" Brows pinched together, you eased towards him. "I'm not going to get hurt, don't worry."

You stepped over the shards of crystal glass with caution and made your way past, "See?"

Once you were within his reach, Jamil caved in and slowly brought you into his arms—careful with his injury. He could feel the distant sting of the cuts on his hands, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Leaning down, he lay his head over your heart. Even though the batter of your heart was frantic and panicked, it somewhat provided a steady beat for him to follow as he worked to untangle the complexities in his thoughts. Your lover sunk against you, anchoring himself against the warmth your body radiated.

✩—IDIA SHROUD:

As the minutes pass, Idia was rapidly losing every meagre amount of confidence he managed to scrape together.

"Idia…honey? Please get up." You croon, running a hand through his flaming hair.

Though it seemed as if he didn't hear anything—Idia kept his head glued against your beating chest, refusing to get up from his position on the floor.

He's been kneeling before you for so long that the rough fabric of his pants burned and skidded against the tender skin of his knees, sending excruciating stings along the threads of his flesh.

"I—No…N-No…I can't." Idia's lips quiver, eyes glossing over as he diverts his gaze. The weight of his arms lay heavy against your legs, elbows resting by your knees while his dull nails dug into the skin at the back of your thighs.

"Why's that?" You whisper.

Idia shut his eyes. The flash of numerous dreams and nightmares he's suffered at the hands of his own demented twisted memories clouded his mind. It did not help that they were all molded out of his own self-inflicted pessimism...cruel and unforgiving. A reason as to why he couldn't bear to look at you tonight, not when the image of your mangled body was still fresh on his mind.

"I-I'm s-sor-sorry…I ca-can't get up…I need to…” he stumbles for words, his breathing picking up its pace. "I need to…need to know you're okay."

✩—VIL SCHOENHEIT:

"Vil…" You worriedly murmur, pressing your lips against his mascara-stained cheeks, not minding the bitter aftertaste it left lingering in your mouth.

Laying atop the plush silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the dorm leader's eyes were ripped wide open as his chest heaved viciously. It was quite a rare sight as your lover lay vulnerable before you, heart bared open.

Oh, he was an absolute mess.

Dark streams of teary mascara ran down Vil's cheeks, his uniform wrinkled and his golden hair splayed out everywhere—unbound from its braids and tangled up.

The grip of his arms around your midsection tightens as he pressed you up closer against him, his head resting atop your chest. At the sound of your heartbeat, Vil allowed himself to unwind and let your affections banish away even the most ominous of his thoughts.

"Liebling…Es tut mir ehrlich Leid—" Vil rasps, his mother tongue dripping like honey from his lips as he suddenly found it difficult to speak the language he was so accustomed to every day.

Hushing him, you press a fleeting kiss against his brow line and Vil clamps his red-rimmed eyes shut, ceasing to say anything more.

"Hush now. Rest, my prince." You press a gentle kiss to his temple and brush the frizzes of his blonde hair away from his face.

A small smile quirks on his lips as he feels his stomach fluttering from the nickname. The look in his eyes is softly lit, warm like a candle.

✩—MALLEUS DRACONIA:

One day, Malleus knows, you will be nothing more than wilted and withered ash.

It was a truth that wrapped around him like shackling chains—tearing, whipping and lashing against his raw, bare skin. No matter how hard he pulled, scratched, and screamed at it, the chains remained.

The clanging and grating iron truth about reality cannot be so easily pushed away. Human lives are fickle, and you would inevitably leave him.

Once you do, the fae prince knows he will be a mere shadow of his former self, a wretched and lonesome creature awaiting and longing for his lover who was no more than a ghost of his fleeting memories.

"I apologize for the disturbance, my treasure."

And yet, Malleus presses his hand firmly against your beating heart. A distant marching beat serving as his reminder that you were very much alive and well.

"I truly apologize." Malleus heaves, hands clamouring against your collarbone.

Although thick tension and silence still hung heavy in the air, the dragon basked in the warmth and feel of your flushed skin, a bitter smile gracing his lips as he lay beside you on the bed.

"Sweet dreams, beastie…"

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—# whispers of the moon. | bloodborne! au

—desc: heed the beckoning whispers of the moon, lest one desires to know an eldritch truth.

—c. warnings: possible spoilers for bloodborne. oh, and body horror.

—a. notes: you guys have no idea how obsessed i am with bloodborne. so watch me go insane.

—original au made by: @/claranoctis, basic synopsis here.

so, for starters, these are just my ramblings or i guess my own two cents on this au. like i said, i am insane and these are just my ramblings, haven mostly come up with these on the spot.

thank you~ (´◉◞౪◟◉)

curse the fiends…

MOZUS TREIN— would probably fill the role of Father Gascoigne.

Like… the blueprint is right there. (His wife is gone, and he has two daughters.)

He’d obviously be a veteran of the Black Church, maybe a squad leader, perhaps even Ace’s and Deuce’s squad leader, who knows?

But either way, Mozus, or perhaps Father Mozus, is a veteran of the Black Church who’s just as strict as he is religious and who’s been hunting for almost half his life.

That was… until he succumbed to the blood.

Now, at this point, I guess you’re wondering where Lucius is? Great question.

If you’ve played Bloodborne and the Old Hunter’s DLC, you know how Ludwig fuses with his horse, right? Right.

If you haven’t caught my drift yet, I’m basically saying that Mozus fuses with Lucius when he entirely turns into a Scourge Beast.

He carries that cat everywhere, so I wouldn’t be surprised if, even if he had become blood-drunk, Lucius would stay by his side no matter what…

their children too…

DIVUS CREWEL— an outsider within the walls of Corvareth who essentially plays the role of Gilbert and Eileen the Crow.

Divus used to be a Hunter of Hunters, a hunter who had dedicated themselves to hunting Hunters who have gone blood-drunk from hunting beasts. (e.g. Mozus)

He first started off as a cliric of the White Church, but switched the Black Church to become a Hunter of Hunters due to no one in his generation wanting to become one.

And for context, the blood in Corvareth (Yharnam in this AU) is basically like alcohol and intoxicating, to the point inhabitants would even drink blood just to get drunk.

He’d mentor Vil during his time in the White Church, telling him about Corvareth’s rich history, unbeknownst to him igniting Vil’s curiosity about immortality and what not.

Anyways— after being afflicted with the Beast Plague, Divus retired from being a Hunter of Hunters, leaving the title to the next generation, and decided to confine himself inside his home.

Wether or not he turns into a Scourge Beast by the end of the night or if Vil comes to find him is up to you..

and their children…

GRIM— could play the role of the Orphan of Kos. But with a few tweaks, obviously.

Still in his mother’s womb when her deceased body washed up on a lone fishing hamlet’s coast. Only to crawl out, still alive, unbeknownst to the hunters sent by Crowley when they began to dissect her body, laying waste to the poor hunters a few moments later.

Ah, but now what about YUU?

Well, as you know, Grim loves to talk about Yuu being his servant. So why not take that to a literal sense.

Taking some elements from Mergo’s Wet Nurse, Yuu is still taking the role of caretaker in this AU, but not to a bunch rowdy teenagers, but to a unhinged baby Great One who wants to go home. Great!

Yuu themselves isn’t a Great One nor a Kin. But seeing as how the more time they spend around Grim, they might as well being turning into one.

They’re just a poor fisherman’s child who got caught up in some eldritch business and is now being dragged around Corvareth by Grim, facing the consequence they didn’t ask for… (PД`q。)·。'゜

And because I’m mean, after Grim goes back home (a.k.a. the higher plane) to be with the other Great Ones, Yuu just becomes a walking, mumbling, mutated husk of themselves due to being around an actual Great One for far too long. A wonderful remind of how dangerous the Great Ones really are.

…forever, true.

—post note:

uhh, i lowkey half-assed the last part with yuu and grim, but i think i can come up with something better. i’m just fleshing out ideas here, ig.

i like how crewel’s part went, i also think i half-assed trein’s part, but with what he has canonically in twst, it just felt right.

i wanted to do sam and vargas, but i didn’t know how exactly they’d fit in? i suppose sam could be a traveling merchant who knows the danger’s of using blood healing while vargas could be a hunter of vilebloods, maybe take logarius’ role or alfred’s, but idk.

anyways, thank you for supporting my ever growing bloodborne obsession. :D

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i like to think the world of twst has weird names for diseases / illnesses

for example:

yuu : *gets a chill up their spine*

deuce : you okay yuu?

yuu : yeah i’m fine. just got a bad case of the goose bumps - what?

adeuce staring at them horrified : how… how are you still alive???

yuu : yesh man, don’t spook up on me like that! you gave me the heebie jeebies!

azul pauses mid rant, before looking horrified : i i don’t- i don’t have

azul : *runs away*

hours late

azul : how DARE you joke about such a lethal disease that took the life of millions 200 years ago! that was a dark time in twisted wonderland where-

yuu :

ruggie : yeah leona had to go home because he got a case of brain freeze

yuu : aww could the wittle wion not handle a cold beverage 🥺

jack :… yuu, brain freeze means your entire brain function has stopped working- it has a 80% morality rate

yuu :

jack :

ruggie :

yuu :… awww could the-

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Twisted Wonderland [2023年8月の運営スケジュールを公開いたしました]

Sobbing and crying look at how good they look.

Floyd, Riddle, Ace?!?!?! Jack and Lilia. T°T

Oh they know they look good, GOOD. Why Floyd's tiddies gotta look so big for.

©: nanatsuki_shin

サングラスとネイルに瞬殺されました 🙏

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OH YEHA—

AHHHHHHHH. LOOK AT HIM

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‘bout to go crazy—

LILLIA THIGHS REALL ALL IS FPORGVEIN

SOURCE

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—# cheesecake. | t. clover

—desc: trey loves giving you sweets! maybe a bit too much…

—c. warnings: suggestive, and maybe a bit explicit? (idk, but proceed with caution‼️‼️‼️⚠️⚠️⚠️)

—a. notes: i was actually eating cheesecake when the idea struck me.

“i made some cheesecake! want some?”

it wasn’t his fault that you looked so cute while eating his pastries, that one’s entirely on you! of course, trey had to take some accountability himself, seeing as how he’d indulge you by giving you sweets he oh-so happened to have.

so when he handed you a delectable looking cheesecake with a generous amount of toppings and a creamy white filling, how couldn’t you say yes? i mean, it’s from trey, after all. and it’s not every day the baker would so graciously give you some sweets.

“do you like it? i made it for y— the unbirthday party! yeah, the unbirthday party…”

never in his life would trey ever imagine being jealous of a spoon. seeing how your soft lips wrap around the curved metal, and how the spoon slowly slid out of your mouth, watching as how you savor the luscious white cream cheese filling with a smile. wishing it was his—

now he was getting a head of himself. that’s not how you think of your junior, is it?

but can you blame him? just watching you make those cute faces while eating his desserts, savoring the sweet taste he made just for you, how couldn’t trey become at least a bit hot and bothered?

oh, and the sounds you make. that adorable little squeal when you place the cheesecake in your mouth, that satisfied and content hum when you swallow the dessert. you have no idea how much he wishes it was him making you—

oh. there he goes again~

being around you was dangerous, but being around you while you’re eating was even more dangerous. trey just can’t help but let his mind wander every time he sees your soft lips consume a piece of dessert, wether it be a cookie or a drink, he loves seeing how wet your lips are after finishing up. it leaves him enough to imagine and deliciously ha—

ah, but he can’t let you know that, can he?

“you seem to be enjoying yourself~”

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—# whispers of the moon | bloodborne!au

heed the beckoning whispers of the moon, lest one desires to know an eldritch truth.

—# aftertaste | t. clover

after giving you a cheesecake, that trey oh-so happened to have, he can’t help but notice that smidge of cream at the corner of your lip.

—# beneath the surface | v. schoenheit

the best way to unwind after a day is with you.