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mshroom1e · 4 months

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ೃ⁀➷ Baby My Phone

type: headcanons

listen to me yap about what phones i’d think twst characters would have.

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Characters: NRC students

╰┈➤ Riddle

Uses a landline.

╰┈➤ Ace

He uses an iPhone but it’s one of those broken, screen protector hanging off, yellow clear case iPhone 8s.

He still thinks his phone is better than an Android and refuses to switch.

His wallpaper is one of those with a massive Nike tick and a “just do it” in a neon red camouflage pattern.

He hasn’t changed it since he was 12.

-2/10

╰┈➤ Deuce

He has a Samsung for sure.

It’s not one of the most expensive ones like an S24 Ultra but it’s reliable.

He’s got a pretty average phone case. It’s navy blue and heavy-duty, making his phone practically indestructible.

His wallpaper is probably yellow with a cartoonish picture of a chick breaking out of an egg.

Pretty simple.

Distinguished taste for an equally distinguished gentleman.

9/10

╰┈➤ Trey

He has a Samsung S10.

I don’t know why, but he just does.

I can also see him using one of those grandpa wallet cases where he carries everything inside.

His phone case doubles as a purse with the bits and bobs he puts in there.

It’s literally a fanny pack that just happens to have space to hold a phone.

Need a napkin? Hold on, let him get it from his phone case real quick.

It’s really handy but a little ridiculous with the amount of stuff he carries in there.

The battery life is hammered thanks to the hours of temple run his siblings play on it whenever he goes home for holidays.

His wallpaper is probably a picture of his siblings, which is cute.

4/10.

Would be higher if it wasn’t for the silly wallet case.

╰┈➤ Cater

We’ve already seen his phone multiple times in game, so I don’t think I have much to say.

His wallpaper is bold, like the phone case he uses.

It’s not exactly ugly, but it definitely suits him.

It’s just not something most people would want to put on their phones.

He’s 100% an iPhone user but he’s the type that gets the new model that comes out every year.

Either that or he’s using one of his sister’s hand-me-downs that’s an iPhone 13. (just like me fr).

6/10

If it wasn’t for that peculiar phone case, I’d rate it higher.

╰┈➤ Leona

I can see him using a Samsung S24 Ultra.

He barely uses it, though.

Most of the time, he tosses the phone at his nephew to keep him distracted when he sees him at home.

Because of that, he’s got a home screen full of kids' mobile games like Talking Tom and Subway Surfers.

The phone’s got a small crack in the screen from when Cheka dropped it but it wasn’t a big deal so Leona never bothered to get it fixed or replaced.

He’s got a leopard print phone case and his wallpaper is a selfie Reggie took with him sleeping and set it on his lock screen that he never bothered to change.

7/10

Again, the phone case is a no from me.

╰┈➤ Ruggie

He uses a Samsung too.

It’s an older model, like an S10+.

It’s a gift from Leona that he tossed at Ruggie one day.

Ruggie is pretty grateful for it since he was wondering how he’d contact his grandmother back at home without a phone since he wouldn’t be able to get a durable one until a while of saving up.

He takes pretty good care of it and there’s no scratches or cracks.

His wallpaper matches the selfie of himself and Leona that he set as the latter’s lock screen.

He got himself a heavy-duty phone case just to make sure it doesn’t get damaged.

10/10.

Totally not biased.

╰┈➤ Jack

He’s an iPhone user, probably sporting an iPhone 12 Pro Max. You can’t blame him for needing a large phone when he’s got pretty big hands.

He uses a clear case that’s somehow got no yellowing to it and his phone is green. It’s got a pretty wrecked battery life thanks to the younger sibling x phone syndrome.

His little sister killed the battery life with her 500 cumulative hours on Roblox and Among Us.

He doesn’t really mind since he doesn’t use his phone more than like 4 times a day.

8/10

Pretty cool.

╰┈➤ Azul

A tasteful Samsung user.

He’s one of those people who thinks iPhones are a scam and refuses to buy into it, like the classy businessman he is.

(he just has no idea how to use one).

Idk if Merfolk have waterproof phones or just communicate with echolocation but let’s pretend that the fish people have phones too.

He sports a Samsung Z Flip5 in lavender. He also has a baby blue phone case with a little seashell on it.

The twins tease him about his cutesy design choice but he shrugs it off since he knows it looks good.

It’s a shame he rarely uses the phone when he’s not going to send emails, do schoolwork and post on the lounge’s social media, though.

He also watches food ASMR videos. His wallpaper is a picture of the sea in the usual daytime lighting.

10/10

Very nice

╰┈➤ Jade

Another Android Avenger using a Samsung S22 in sage green.

His phone is in pretty good condition.

Though, he’s got a few spots of soil trapped between his screen protector and the end of his phone case.

There’s only like a single, tiny crack on his screen protector for dropping it on the floor face first when in the Botanical Garden talking to his little plants.

Can’t really blame him since he looks up tutorials when handling new spores. His phone case is transparent with (you guessed it) a pattern of little mushrooms littered on the back.

His wallpaper is a pic of him and Floyd when they were in their first year at NRC. It’s a strangely cute phone for someone as shady as Jade.

7/10

Nice, but the mushrooms r kinda overkill.

╰┈➤ Floyd

His phone doesn’t have a single crack on it.

He’s someone who takes really good care of his stuff and has a bunch of screen protectors since he knows how prone he is to dropping and accidentally throwing his phone.

His battery is fried tho since he’s notorious for playing a bunch of those silly mobile games like Fill the Fridge or Crowd City.

When he isn’t tormenting people with his deadly hugs, he’s sat perched in a corner gargoyle style with his eyes glazed over as he plays Block Blast with a score of 10,000.

Floyd’s pretty diverse with his phone case and he changes it depending on how he feels that day. Most of the time, he goes for his pale green one with an eel drawing on it, like the bag he used during the Camp Vargas event.

His wallpaper is either matching with Jade’s or a random photo of the sea he took a few days ago.

10/10

Very cool

╰┈➤ Kalim

Gets the newly released iPhone every year.

He’s not that bad though, since he gives his old one to his sibling and they pass it on to the next sibling like One For All.

His phone has no cracks on it too. He makes sure to take good care of it since he knows it’s gonna be his younger sibling’s phone in about a year and he doesn’t want them to have to use a broken phone.

He’s just nice like that. His phone case is orange with little peach circles dotted all around the back.

He’s another notorious mobile gamer with his number 1 game being Where’s My Water. His lock screen is a particularly nice-looking spread from one of the many parties he’s had over at his dorm.

10/10

Kalim is the best

╰┈➤ Jamil

Humble Samsung S21 user.

He may or may have not opted for this brand out of spite after Kalim suggested he get an iPhone so they could easily AirDrop stuff to each other.

(Quick Share is better anyway)

Isn’t much of a mobile gamer but he’s found a second home on AITA communities on Reddit.

I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them.

Jamil’s wallpaper is either something pretty like the sunset at his dorm or something silly like a selfie he took doing face masks with his sister.

As per sibling rules, however, he always makes sure to change his second lock screen any time he goes home.

She can’t know that he cares that much.

1000/10

Jamil favouritism.

╰┈➤ Vil

iPhone 15 pro max ultra mega sigma plus plus premium user.

Sometimes he has to record videos on his phone, so he needs one with the best camera and screen refresh rate possible.

It’s scary how he has no games on his phone except Wordscapes.

Believes screen time is terrible for your skin (is it?) and refuses to spend more than an hour on it outside of updating his different social media accounts.

His phone has no cracks and he hates greasy screens so best believe he’s got a glass cleaner wipe tucked into his pocket everywhere he goes.

His phone case is purple with a pop socket in the shape of a gold crown. His wallpaper is a picture of himself (ofc it is) from his favourite photoshoot.

6/10

Vil

╰┈➤ Rook

Samsung Soldier.

Rook uses a hefty Samsung Fold5.

Sometimes he needs a phone to do phone stuff and sometimes he needs a tablet to view a proper sized map of NRC for various uses I will not elaborate on for legal reasons.

When Vil takes away Epel’s phone, I imagine Rook allows Epel to use his phone to play Subway Surfers or Roblox.

Lives risky life and doesn’t use a case or a screen protector.

His phone somehow isn’t shattered especially after the billion times it’s fallen to the ground at the speed of light when he watches people from trees.

His lock screen is a Pinterest collage of Vil. 5/10

Vil

I refuse to elaborate

╰┈➤ Epel

Cracked Samsung S9.

Been using the same phone since he was 12 and refuses to let it go.

Anytime he falls, the phone disassembles and his battery goes flying.

He has to do a walk of shame each time to pick up his battery and put it back inside his phone.

Sometimes he stays up until 3 am playing COD mobile with Deuce and hides his phone under his pillow every time Vil opens his door to make sure the first years are asleep.

His wallpaper is a really cute selfie with him and the rest of the first year group. No phone case.

9/10

The battery thing is sadly relatable

╰┈➤ Idia

He uses a Samsung S24 Ultra.

Perfect mix of amazing performance as well as free rein to go into developer mode or download any 3rd party apps and modded games as much as he wishes.

Strongly believes Android is better.

When he isn’t raging at kids on Fortnite, he’s hidden in a corner of his room reading fanfic on AO3.

He will not tell a soul why his screen time shows that he has 6 hours every day on Samsung internet.

His phone case, I imagine would be a basic black with a little doodle of a cat on the back.

His wallpaper would be a pic of his PC setup when he thought it looked particularly cool.

10/10

Super techy.

╰┈➤ Ortho

He is the phone.

╰┈➤ Malleus

Uses a landline.

╰┈➤ Lilia

He has an iPhone 14 and no one can tell me it isn’t Kuromi-themed.

I’m talking lock screen, phone case, home screen, widgets, and icons.

It’s the black and pink/purple pallette that they both sport that makes my brain associate the two.

He’s got a few cracks and scratches from when he hangs upside down and his phone crashes to the ground like a missile.

One of his other lock screens is a pic of Silver when he was a baby and walking for the first time.

Don’t tell Silver, though.

8/10

Super cute.

╰┈➤ Silver

Lilia got him an iPhone 14 too so they could AirDrop things to each other and FaceTime every day for the year Lilia was at NRC without Silver.

Other than that, Silver rarely uses his phone.

His sleep timer is through the roof since he hibernates for most of the day.

He’s got a plain black phone case and everything on his phone is at default settings.

Including home and lock screens.

6/10

Very normal

╰┈➤ Sebek

Wanted to be cool like Malleus and have no phone since he does not wish to partake in the use of technology of human invention.

Instantly takes back that statement once he was out with the Diasomnia dorm and got lost in a marketplace.

Lilia and co had spent hours looking for him. After that, Lilia got him one of those “my first phone” gadgets for kids where the only contact numbers are emergency services and parents and the “parents” can easily access his location.

That way, they can prevent any accidents that creates their very own “Finding Sebek” franchise.

5/10

Very silly.

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ryuichirou · 4 months

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Alright, a couple of regular replies, and then some about Jade!

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

I'm so nervous to de anon but your newest comic of Floyd/Idia comic is too cute! I'm sure Floyd totally doesn't have any ulterior motives once he realizes what position they are in.

This is such a silly thing to be nervous about since I write problematic content (mostly incest) and enjoy your Shroudcest stuff a lot. You have such a beautiful art style and I am so happy my anon blurbs (the Seb/Ceil and Fin/Ciel and some other NSFW stuff) make you two somewhat happy 😊. I know I don't interact with a lot but I hope to drop more chats in non anon.

Thank you so much! We really appreciate it <3

Floyd is super invested in that game he’s playing, but once they’re in this very convenient position, he’ll show Idia how much of a multitasker he can be >:3c He’ll impress him for sure.

And even though it’s going off-anon is an anxious thing to do, it’s good to see a person behind all those asks :) Nice to meet you!

Anonymous asked:

(Referring to your fem twst art) I absolutely NEED to see fem!Silver in Aurora’s 1959 commoner outfit! She would look so pretty!!! 🥺😍🥺😍

Ahh SHE WOULD, ANON, SHE REALLY WOULD!! And honestly this is my favourite outfit of Aurora.

I don’t have anything to show right now, but I really hope to draw fem!Silver in this dress. Even though she probably spent the majority of her time wearing pants…

Btw thank you for loving my fem!Silver, it means a lot ;w;

Anonymous asked:

In this household we love Jade ❤️

In all seriousness the fandom doesn't give him enough love, Jade is always the other woman when it comes to ships and worst of all it's always Floyd his own twin brother that gets the girl anyways. Make a donation to save Jade from second male lead syndrome 😢/j.

Ahh, poor Jade. Always a bridesmaid, never the bride… I can picture him sobbing quietly and wiping his tears with a tiny little handkerchief… :”(

To be fair, I think Jade finds his position quite advantageous: if everyone always pays attention to Floyd, he gets to not only act as if he isn’t the same when it comes to being chaotic and dangerous, but also have this element of surprise!

He also doesn’t flirt as obviously and as often as Floyd does, so we can blame Jade’s sneaky ways to collect his bottoms lol

Anonymous asked:

by chance, do you think Jade would like using idia as a lab rat? aka feeding him all kinds of mushrooms to test their effects and inevitably doing the affection +100 nighttime-activities command with a very drugged up idia

Anonymous asked:

I wonder if Jade being the awful guy he is (lovingly) would test out every single kink from A-Z on Idia?

Those are two different asks, but I feel like they are kind of connected because in my head to Jade testing out kinks and using someone as a lab rat are pretty much the same thing lol And to answer both of them: YES, Jade would absolutely do that if he had an opportunity. I guess the second option is more possible because it seems less dangerous, and I wanted to say that it would come first, but…. Honestly? With Jade it could go either way.

He could either start experimenting on Idia and it’d turn out sexual, or he’d start having sex with Idia, but then they’d end up experimenting somehow.

I don’t know what needs to happen for Idia to get stuck with Jade-the-shroom-guru and his tests, but Jade would be very excited. I mentioned it our other Jade/Idia posts, but: he would love to see if some mushrooms would change the colour of his hair or the way it burns. In this way, Idia is the most perfect lab rat ever – it’s so much fun! Not to mention how helpless Idia becomes when he’s drugged up… even more-so than he is usually~

#replies #jadidi

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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Title: Domineer.

Commissioned by the very lovely @mars-syndrome.

Pairing: Yandere!Rook x F. Reader (TWST).

Word Count: 3.0k.

TW: ABO Dynamics, Non/Con, Slight Knife Play, Outdoor Sex, Predator/Prey Dynamics, Mentions of Imprisonment, Slight Dissassocation, and Very Bad French.

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you knew that this was exactly what he wanted.

Not he’d ever tried to hide his intentions. Rook was a lot of things, Rook was a lot, but he wasn’t secretive, he never tried to hide what you were to him – something to hold close, something to pin down, something to send out into the darkness and chased until he’d had his fill of hunting you, until he was ready to drag you out of your hiding place and back into his arms. He’d said as much as he undid your restraints, as he guided you up from the cellar of that awful, isolated cabin and explained just how long he was going to give you, just which weapons he was going to let himself use, just how many miles stood between you and the nearest hint of civilization, and you knew that by playing along, by running when he wanted you to run, by biting as his hands and bolting for the tree-line as soon as you were unbound, you were only making things worse, only giving him an excuse to treat you less like a person and more like an animal, more like his prey.

You knew that. You weren’t an idiot. You knew what you were doing, and that you’d be better off digging your heels into the dirt, crossing your arms, and refusing to do anything he said. You knew that. You knew what was going on.

If only you'd actually had a choice.

You knew he was close, too. You’d gotten a head-start, but he could’ve given you hours and it wouldn’t have made a difference. You didn’t know this forest, didn’t know which way to run, and even if you had, you were still barefoot, still freezing, still struggling just to stay on your feet as you stumbled over twisting roots and shouldered past gnarled branches. You tried not to leave a trail, to avoid clearings and trenches and fallen twigs, but you didn’t have a lantern, and you could already hear him, calling out from somewhere behind you, laughing and singing your name as he tracked you through the pitch-black woods. You were tempted to yell back, to express your frustration with something more direct than bared teeth and hateful thoughts, but you settled for cursing under your breath and digging your nails into the heels of your palms. He’d catch you eventually, but you could try to put that reunion off for as long as the universe would allow.

Or, maybe you couldn’t. You made the mistake of attempting to glance behind you, of trying to see anything through the moonless night, but as soon as you’d looked away, something sprung up in your path – a tangle of vines and shrubbery, catching your feet and wrapping around your ankles, tripping you up before you even realized it was there. You didn’t fall, but you stumbled, your shoulder colliding with the trunk of the nearest oak with a hollow, heavy thud. The noise wasn’t loud, and anyone else might’ve attributed it to a clumsy deer or a lost owl, but instantly, Rook went silent, what little evidence there was of his presence disappearing in the time it took for you to straighten your back and start running, again. It was useless, though, too little too late.

A second later, you were on the ground, your chest pushed against the soil and a knee pressed into the small of your back. You couldn't see Rook, but you didn’t need to. You could feel him hovering over you, his sharp stare prying into your flesh, and you could picture his expression, his eyes half-lidded, his lips quirked into something you didn’t want to call a smile. You made a half-hearted attempt to get your arms underneath you, to struggle against him, but his knee bit into the base of your spine and his hand found its way to your shoulder, shoving you downward. “That’s enough, mon amour.” Smooth, soft, unbothered. This was nothing, to him. It took nothing for him to do this to you. “You scared me for a moment. If I’d been a little slower, you may’ve had a chance of getting away.”

You growled, the sound bubbling up from somewhere low in your throat. You didn’t resist, didn’t try to fight against him, but you squared your shoulders, pushed back against him, did what you could to safeguard the ounce of dignity you had left. “Don’t touch me!”

There was a breathy laugh, a light tap to your bicep. He was always like that – so nonchalant and so relaxed, you had to wonder if he took any of this seriously, if he cared that you hated him and his sick, sick games. You doubted it would’ve been better if he was more brash, more stoic, faster to anger than he was to delight, but it might’ve made being with him more bearable. It might’ve made some part of this feel a little less excruciating. “That’s no way to talk to someone you love. Especially not after they’ve only just put so much work into keeping you out of trouble.” A slight pause, then his weight shifting over you. His knee fell to the gap between your open legs, his chest slotting itself against your back. “How desperately I wish you were aware of your own scent. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you so panicked – or so sweet, of course.”

You did what you could to ignore him, to think of anything else. His own scent rarely changed, smoked cedar dashed with something metallic, something that grew more intense as his mood worsened, or improved, or changed at all. Right now, the stench of it was almost overwhelming, copper and rust rolling off of him in steady waves. That might’ve been why you were so irritated, why your frustration threatened to outweigh your fear. You’d never liked being around other alphas. It made you feel… on edge, even when they weren’t straddling your thighs.

“That’s not—” A slight sigh, a nip to the side of your neck. You wanted to claw at him, to wrap your hands around his throat, but you settled for gritting your teeth and spitting the words, as you went on. “Nothing about me is sweet. Your nose is just as fucked up as your head.”

“Au contraire,” You felt him pick himself up, lift himself off of you. You attempted to follow, to start to stand, but you didn’t get far before he caught you by your forearms, dragging them to the center of your back and binding your wrists together with a length of braided rope. You glanced over your shoulder, prepared to protest, but his eyes caught yours and you swallowed down your complaints before anything could slip out. “I’ve met flowers less pleasant than you, mon pétale. Sharing your company is like lying in a field of blooming roses, if you’d allow the comparison.” He fell back, his weight leaving you completely, but before you could relax, his hand was on the back of your shirt, dragging you upward and into his lap. Your body fell against his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist, forcing you to accommodate him, to let him hold you like some small, docile thing. “If I’m being completely honest, I took you for an omega when we first met. You still do seem like one – to me, at least. When we’re together.”

The hand at your hip drifted, fell to brush against your inner thigh. You stiffened, lurched away from him, but in the blink of an eye, he’d drawn something from his belt – a hunting knife, sleek and silver, the blade soon planted in the ground less than a hair’s width from your calf. Instantly, you went still, freezing against him.

“I-I’m not.” You’d be better off keeping your mouth shut. You’d be better off not saying anything at all, but that never felt like an option. Not with him. Not when it came to this. “I’m an alpha. You’re supposed to know that.”

“And I do. And I love that about you.” Despite how frequently he spouted his mantas on the value of beauty and aesthetics, he seemed to prefer keeping yours relatively simple, if not as plain as it could possibly be. Even now, you were dressed in little more than one of his button-down shirts and panties made of such thin, lacey fabric, they only seemed to make the feeling of his thumb tracing over your slit through the material more pronounced, less ignorable. You did what you could to block it out, to focus on some distant point on the obscured horizon, but Rook was good at that, catching your attention and holding it, tracing delicate circles into your clit as he latched onto the crook of your neck, onto the spot a mating mark would’ve gone if either of you were an omega, if either of you were supposed to be doing this. “You’re my little alpha. My precious beast, just waiting to be tamed.”

You grit your teeth, clenching your eyes shut. He was trying to tease you, to touch you so lightly and so fleetingly, your body would be forced to act on its own, to buck and grind and chase blindly after pleasure until he could lie to you, until he could claim that he was only giving you what you so clearly needed. You did what you could to brace yourself, to go stiff and still and silent, but your locked jaw and balled fists might’ve been more damning than any whiny, pathetic sound you might’ve let crawl up your throat. You heard him click his tongue, the action more playful than irritated, and quickly, almost cruelly, he changed course, ground the heel of his palm into your clit with a harsh sort of pressure. You reacted automatically, lurching forward as if he’d struck you. There was a deep laugh, in response, bubbling and terrible. You tried to imagine prying open his teeth, ripping out his tongue and pouring acid over his vocal cords, but unsurprisingly, the fantasy did little to comfort you.

He didn’t try to tease you, this time. With no spared grace, your panties were pushed to the side, two fingers traced over your slit to gather up what little slick there was. Again, you started to twist in his hold, to writhe against him and shove your shoulder into his chest, but he didn’t let you go, or restrain you further, or do anything other than lull forward and nuzzle into the side of your neck. This was the part you hated, more than the hunting, more than the captivity. You didn’t want to let him feel like he had that kind of power over you. You didn’t want to let him feel like had anything over you, especially not control over your own body.

But, he didn’t care. Before you had a chance to beg, to struggle, to do much of anything at all, he was already pushing two fingers into you, already filling you with that familiar, invasive sensation – not quite strain, but crushing enough to be mistaken for it. You could feel it pressing against the back of your throat, tying knots in the pit of your stomach, only growing more suffocating, more oppressive as he spread his fingers apart and curled them inside of you in turns. As he edged you towards something so, so much worse.

It hurt. Not the penetration, not the thumb now drawing rough patterns into your clit, but the rest of it, the feeling of his breath on your skin, the shroud of his body curled around yours, the awareness of who was doing this to you and how little you could do to stop him, to defend yourself. All of it, everything only made the way he touched you that much more painful, that much more likely to make you gasp and whimper and shriek whenever he brushed against something more sensitive, something more vulnerable. You struggled against the rope, shouldered at his chest, but he only brought up another hand to cup your chin and hold you in place. It wasn’t enough to stop you, but he was able to keep you still, to tilt your head back and force you to stare up at his calm, terrible smile. When he ducked down, his lips came to rest against yours in something you wouldn’t call a kiss. It was too gentle, for that, too light. You couldn’t even feel it. You didn’t want to feel it.

But, he didn’t give you any other choice. With another second, another wave of abuse to your cunt and your clit, your climax was forced onto you like the iron head of an arrow plunged directly into the hollow of your chest. It was quick, brutal, but once the aftershocks began to dull and Rook pulled away, you were able to breathe, to shrink into yourself, to relax. He had his fun. He’d hunted his prey, and he’d caught it, and he’d reaped the rewards. He’d take you back to that dark, lonely cabin, and you’d be able to process the last few hours, minimize what you’d done and what he’d done to you. You’d be able to—

You felt his hand on the center of your back, a sudden force, then the ground pressing on your chest, the foliage scraping against your skin. His body was on top of yours in the blink of an eye, and he was taking you by the hips, drawing you up, onto you knees. Your mind went blank, briefly, terror overriding every practical thought you could’ve had, and then, you started to panic.

“Please, please, please don’t.” You would’ve been ashamed of yourself if you'd had that kind of luxury. This could't happen. Not here. Not right now. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. You wouldn’t be able to take it. You wouldn’t survive. “I— I’m not— Please, Rook, I’ll do anything, just don’t—”

“How prettily my songbird sings!” His composure only made things worse. If he’d been angry, if he’d been violent, it might’ve been better. A mindless act of malice and loathing. Something you could tell yourself, as hard it might’ve been to believe, he hated just as much as you did. “This is your first time with another alpha, no?”

“Anything else, please, anything—”

A hand in your hair, jerking your head back, then something cool pressed against your neck. The hunting knife. You’d managed to forget it was there. “It’s rude to ramble when someone asks you a question, mon amour. I’m still waiting for an answer.”

You managed to inhale, to choke back a sob. You hadn’t realized you were crying until tears started to blur your vision and you felt something sharp begin to crawl up your throat. “It... it is.”

He took his time, bending down, his mouth just barely ghosting over the curve of your shoulder blade. He might’ve been trying to comfort you, or less generously, take just a little more time to take in your ever-mounting fear. “You don’t have to worry.” His breath on your skin, his teeth just barely making contact with the side of your neck. “I’ll be gentle with you, little alpha.”

Liar.

If letting him spread you open was painful, then this was torture. He gave you no time to brace yourself, no time to adjust, your comfort barely a second thought despite his shallow promises. There was pressure, somewhere low in your core, and a slight stretch as he bottomed out, as his cock pressed into the walls of your cunt as tightly as it had in the worst of your nightmares, but there was something else, too, something that ran deeper. You could feel it in your veins, in the back of your skull, pounding and throbbing and thrashing against whatever Rook had forced inside of you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t what you’d been built for. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

And yet, it was.

And yet, you were the only one who’d ever have to suffer for it.

You went limp, but he didn’t seem to mind. Before you could fall, an arm was wrapped around your midriff and his mouth was on your throat. His pointed canines dug into the crook of your neck, as if he thought he could mark you, as if he thought he was doing anything other than breaking skin and drawing blood. That might’ve been what he was trying to accomplish, though. He groaned as he licked over the wound, his steady pace growing more rapid, more chaotic, less of a controlled barrage and more of a haphazard assault. Blunt nails burrowed into your side, his tongue lapped over the wound, and the knife turned, slipped so that the dull edge pressed into your chest and the blade tore downward, through your borrowed shirt, leaving you that much more exposed, that much more at his mercy. The knife was driven back into the earth a second later, just above your head. There was no shock, this time. No dread accompanied the lingering threat. You felt nothing. There was nothing.

Distantly, you heard his breath hitch, and you felt him draw you closer, drag you closer. You saw, from somewhere else, yourself reacting to him too, your body trembling, your mouth falling open as you convulsed underneath him. He followed shortly after, moaning something that you did your best not to make out, and suddenly, you felt warm, full, unbearably tired. When he let you go, you collapsed, too drained to do so much as attempt to stop his cum from dripping down your thighs. You wanted to sleep. You wanted to go home. Wherever ‘home’ was, anymore.

“Oh, poor pétale. I suppose I may’ve gotten carried away.” The ropes binding your hands loosened and fell away. You hadn’t seen him pick up the knife, but you didn’t think to question it, only collapsing onto your side and crossing your arms over your chest. If it did anything to help, you couldn’t tell. “Pas de soucis – you can rest. I’ll take care of my sweet alpha.”

You felt his arms wrap around you, lifting you off of the ground and into his chest, but you didn’t try to fight him, to resist. You didn’t bother to.

It wasn’t like there was anything you could ever do to stop him.

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willowwhispersspeakeasy · 3 years

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Omen's first impressions of twst characters vs now

This is just for funsies, and bc im playing the english game this is just the characters whos chapters are out rn

Riddle : ohmyfuckinggod you tiny little menace you better pray to whatever deity there is here bc heaven help me if you so much as tell me what to do i will snap your forarm in half like a twig

Now : *begrudging sigh* your trauma is valid. I wouldnt wish that on anyone. But if i hear one rule come out your mouth directed at me you get a three second head start, otherwise it's on sight

Ace : ah yes, the troublemaker side kick with Protagonist Syndrome

Now : You funky lil fucker you are now my little brother im adopting you you annoying lil bitch

Deuce : Ah, theres gotta be some Tramatic Backstory for this kiddo

Now : b a b y. c h i l d. I love you my little brother come here its okay I'll help you with your homework

Cater : Oh shit, hes so hot hold on-

Now : see id highkey have a social media crush on you but in reality we've only talked like four times and have almost nothing in common

Trey : ah yes, the big brother type

Now : Meh, tastes like... vanilla icecream. NEXT

Leona : fuck you you lazy bitchy spoild asshole

Now : still that a little bit but hes grown on me. A guilty pleasure of mine. We can have a little Depression Catman, as a treat

Ruggie : Cute cute cute fluffy boy!! HIS EARS THE WAY THEY MOVE ohmygod *happy stims*

Now : still the same, would absolutely take advantage of me finding him adorable but honestly i aint even mad

Jack : Nope. Doggos make me Nervous, jock types do too, especially big intimidating ones

Now : okay youre actually just a tsundere. I can work with that. A hidden Good Boy

Azul : fuck no i aint doing that shady capitalist shit. big Car Salesman energy

Now : COME HERE DARLING PLEASE EAT SOME CHICKEN WINGS WITH ME BABY IT'S OKAY ILY I STG IF I CATCH YOU COUNTING CALORIES IM TAKING THE LABELS OFF OF EVERYTHING

Jade : oh thats The Devil. There is Satan behind his eyes. Ive seen this shit before

Now : teach me your ways mushroom-sempai. I am one murderous merman away from borderline kinning him god i need therapy

Floyd : lol imma keep you. The Unhinged Outcast type, aka my ✨Favorite Trope✨

Now : exactly the same. When his voice gets deep and scary thats my favorite. I wanna see him fully loose it i bet hed completely rip someone to shreds y e s gimme the feral merman

#i had no idea riddle was so popular bc i hated him as soon as we met him #omen speaks #a wild shitpost appeared #twsted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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looking at your dislike tier list and cackling at how you came swinging for almost all dorm leaders hdhdjd

on a heavier note the relatability about azul though... yeah i get it too i remembered playing thru his chapter in jpn, realised everything about his character layers hit too close to home, but also how fascinating his response of a coping mechanism was, made a meta commentary of his layers and nuances and how hes objectively a well written fictional character that works well within twst's setting, and the immediately shoved him to the back of my mind.

its been 2 years. he's still there and i haven't been able to feel much for him except neutrality and a surface level enjoyment alas. although still better than the rare 1-2 twst character i feel absolutely apathetic for. nothing to feel bad about though in all works of media and esp within a main cast this big and varied its normal to have favourites and non-favourites and also characters you just don't care about

[Referencing this post!]

asdhkuasydvasdbIDBba Ah yes, I have a very strong case of "anti-main-guy syndrome" 😅 so of course the dorm leaders, the most marketed group in TWST, would not appeal to me as a collective.

I think the only dorm leaders I don't outright dislike are Riddle and Kalim. I don't exactly like Riddle though... It would be more accurate to say that I don't mind him? His temper is definitely a big con for me, but I have a soft spot for him because his youngish appearance vaguely reminds me of Ciel Phantomhive (and he's the first dorm leader the public ever saw when the first TWST promotional materials were released). In other words, it's the nostalgia--

Kalim is easily my favorite of the dorm leaders, and that's mostly because he isn't your traditional "leader". Kalim doesn't wield powerful magic or impressive skill like the other dorm leaders, but he has great emotional intelligence and is still able to embody the spirit of Scarabia in his own way. Kalim is not your conventional NRC student either, not with his sunny disposition. These traits help make him stand out from the others, which is why he has risen to the top.

***Chapter 3 spoilers below the cut!***

About Azul! There are some aspects of him I enjoy (namely, when he goes capitalist octopus mode displays his shrewdness and his unabashed greed). However, I can really pinpoint the exact moment when my love for him significantly died down, and that's the scene in chapter 3 where he breaks down. Again, I'm not saying that his reason for breaking down wasn't valid, or that I don't sympathize with him. It's just that I feel this point marks a change in the fandom with how it portrays and/or sees Azul.

A vulnerable side of him is revealed, and some fans interpreted that moment of vulnerability as "Azul is actually a super soft crybaby and he needs a lot of emotional support". I'm not saying this interpretation is wrong, but the popularization of it (sometimes to the point of being mistaken as canon) bothers me because it disregards other aspects of his character (namely, present day Azul). Azul himself has made it clear that he is dislikes that "old him" and is honestly trying to change, to be someone who is more confident in himself. The twins even remark that Azul is "no longer that crybaby octopus", so why is it that that depiction of Azul is what is generally accepted as what Azul is like in modern day? If anything, Azul buries that part of him because he wants to move on from it. He still probably has a softness to him, but it is buried deep, not just left out in public for anyone to bear witness to.

As I mentioned before, I identify a lot with Azul in his desire to change, to better themselves... and I get that it can hurt to have the "past you" constantly be the focus when you are brought up in discussion. In fact, part of the reason why I've grown to dislike characters that I closely relate to instead of loving them is because if that character is hurt or I see a thought on that character that may not align with my own, I might take it more personally and react in a negative way (and I'm not for those kind of vibes).

Despite not enjoying Azul as much as I used to, I still think he's a very interesting character to write. The TWST characters are all layered and offer a lot of different angles and lore to explore 🤔 even if I don't care for them on a personal level (whether it is dislike or neutrality).

Thank you sharing your thoughts with me and those that frequent this blog! Azul is honestly such a popular and beloved character that it's rare to find people that express other opinions on him, so I really appreciate your openness.

#Riddle Rosehearts #Azul Ashengrotto #Kalim Al-Asim #notes from the writing raven

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ye-local-simp · 2 years

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Hello, Congratz on 400 followers~

May i have a TWST match-up?

I'm a 4'11 girl. I'm ENTP with 3w4. I have a tendency to overwork and put myself into the highest standard. But with other people, i want them to grow and take it easy on themself. I gave advice for people and help them, but not myself.

I also have adhd so i have the tendency to talk a lot and have trouble with focusing on my task unless i'm wearing headphone. Because of that, sometimes i'm aloof of my current surrounding and misunderstand social cue.

i am a digital artist with impostor syndrome. I have ambition to be able to make my own comics, however i get scared whenever i draw because i thought my art is not good enough.

I love drawing and playing horror games, along with binge watching series or thriller movies as plot study. I would love to know my friend's fave fandom too

My love language is words of affirmation and physical touch. however, I never romance anyone before, so i may not understand if someone flirt with me unless they're very blunt about it.

Also thank you for opening up these match ups, i like your writing a lot. please take care >w<;;

I am going to match you up with...

Rook!!

-First things first is appearance, he is actually a lot more laid back on it than Vil is so he is a lot easier on you when it comes to looking after your appearance.Just as long as you pay attention to it but he doesnt mind doing it for you since he is good at skincare by now. With all that said,he isn't really attracted to people based on height but he just finds your height super adorable either way and would always makes speeches on how adorable you are.

-If you trying to overwork, think again! Rook never lets his loved ones overwork and it is technically a win-win since he himself never gets overworked no matter how much he does. So you won't normally find yourself in a position to even need to overwork yourself.

-As for your adhd, he actually knows how to deal with it since he has stalked some people with adhd (don't ask why) so it isnt really a worry to him. If you are talkative because of this, he is actually a good listener due to being a vice dorm leader and will always offer advice if you are ranting about a problem you have.Plus you are also the reason why he carries, extra headphones with him.

-He normally leaves your hobbies to you but if you are feeling like a particular comic/drawing is terrible, this guy makes a full on poem on everything he liked about the comics. Rook isn't really a fan of horror but he likes crime series so he may actually watch it with you since those two genres arent all that different.

-All that aside, Rook is actually a rather flirty man and he can agree the look of your confused faces after his pick up lines and actually quite cute.

-An issue with dating Rook could be is that if you aren't French or you don't actually speak the language, you may not be able to understand what he might be saying so his speeches of him talking greatly about you or Vil maybe misunderstood. Another one could be his stalking-like behaviour, it might actually be seen as creepy but if you tell him, he will either be a bit more quiet or tell you to walk with him or something.

#twisted wonderland matchup event #twst match up event #twisted wonderland matchup #twst matchup #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland fluff #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst fluff #twst scenarios

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 3 years

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Tsuritama 1 - 12 (REWATCH) | Visual Prison 5 | Mashiro no Oto 8 - 12 (FINAL)

Tsuritama 1 (REWATCH)

Ah, Tsuredure Monochrome. How I’ve missed you!

I remember I couldn’t quite figure out that Coco was Haru’s fish at first. Now that I listen to her voice properly again, it makes more sense.

Whitebait = shirasu.

There seems to be some kind of Shaft influence to some of this, like when Keito puts her hand in her pocket to take that thing out.

Tsuritama 2 (REWATCH)

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Tsuritama 3 (REWATCH)

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Tsuritama 4 (REWATCH)

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Tsuritama 5 (REWATCH)

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Tsuritama 6 (REWATCH)

Back at it after I lost the legal stream due to licensing… *sweats* Well, it was the only way I could continue this project…

Kamikakushi? Spiriting away?

I don’t think I ever got the catfish joke, but apparently it is namazu (catfish) vs. namaste (an Indian greeting, due to Akira being Indian).

That cat’s got…ergh, can’t unsee his privates… *cringes*

The quick switching of shots when the captain slapped the quartet reminded me of Shaft again.

Tsuritama 7 (REWATCH)

In actuality, Akira is wearing that jacket to stay clear of Bermuda Syndrome…but you already knew that, didn’t you? (<- doesn’t remember because I binged most of Tsuritama in one go)

I think the reason I like Tsuritama is because it’s a story about friendship, but also fishing. It’s educational without talking down to its audience, but also really kooky in a lovable way. (Plus the OP, if I didn’t say that earlier.)…Oops, that’s a good 3 or 5 reasons… *sweatdrops*

Oh, the 35 on Natsuki’s shirt is because of coral (sango in Japanese).

Duck umbrella! That’s cute.

“The Boy” still makes me laugh a bit, heh. Update: The JPN name is Seishunmaru - the "seishun" means "youth".

Tsuritama 8 (REWATCH)

Notice how Tapioca stays in the Duck pose even after Akira stops doing it, haha.

Tsuritama is an anime for introverts. That’s what this episode proves.

I wonder if Natsuki is wearing his shirt on backwards by accident…? *sweatdrops*

What did Keito get hospitalised for? I don’t think I’ve ever figured that out in either watchthrough…

I guess Tsuritama is also about Yuki opening up, so that he won’t regret anything he ever says. I was typing up a comment in Discord earlier and kept taking it back because it was basically either 1) a hot take and/or 2) about a topic I didn’t personally know much about (Twisted Wonderland, which I’m a bit interested in because it’s Disney bishonen, but I don’t think I could handle the emotional attachment required for playing a game for so long when some Reddit page said the gameplay was very casual), so I can see myself from earlier today in him. (Meta note: This was written shortly after TWST’s ENG release in the US/Canada.)

Tsuritama 9 (REWATCH)

This thing about Haru saying “goodbye”…common mundane things which suddenly become psychoanalysed in the light of new developments… (<- currently in isolation due to being a household contact of COVID)

Yeowch, way to hit me where it hurts. (<- sarcastic)

Yum, that…is it a matcha cake(?)…looks delicious! (<- has not eaten much today)

Tsuritama 10 (REWATCH)

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Tsuritama 11 (REWATCH)

“The Boy” still makes me laugh a bit, heh.

Tsuritama 12 (REWATCH) (FINAL)

I remember I fell in love with Urara the first time I saw him, but…now I know he only appears in the final episode of this anime, all my love is gone. It’s the same with the entirety of this show – losing legal access to it meant stretching it out for a really long time (over a year and a half), so now I’ve seen it over such a long period, it no longer holds the spell it had me under during the first watch. I wonder whether my first watch-through was this long too, come to think of it…? (<- stayed up past 1 am to watch this, so partially fell asleep and woke myself up again to finish) Anyways, see you next time!

Visual Prison 5

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Mashiro no Oto 8

Yocchan dried squid. Basically, it’s a type of squid dagashi.

Yogul.

Samue. I didn’t know those had a name!

I sort of zoned out during the middle episodes (<- I did chores while “watching’ them, hence why I have no notes for them), so I didn’t know the significance of these characters.

…wow, this anime really gets performance nerves down pat… *claps*

“…You’ve got balls, haven’t you?” – Setsu seems to be saying “tama tsuiteru?” or something of the sort (<- watching at 12 am, so can’t really afford to turn sound up for fear of waking someone up)

Mashiro no Oto 9

Osatsuma-bushi.

“Adorbs” is rather out of style right now, methinks… *sweatdrops*

AYG seems to be a play on AKB, judging by the outfits.

Mashiro no Oto 10

It’s just red bean rice, LOL. (I think there was some Asian belief that eating red bean rice was good for handling your period…or something like that, but that’s women’s gossip. Ssh…)

LOL, this Kouta’s so brazen.

Kouta, lying on the floor and waving…LOL.

…Wait, so how is Wakana related to Kamiki Ryuugen???

Ushio reminds me of Christophe from Yuri!!! on Ice.

Mashiro no Oto 11

This series is clearly aimed at helping introduce Tsugaru-jamisen to beginners. That’s why it seems like a shonen fighting series at this point and it has this occasional humour - to have crossover appeal.

Who’s that guy with the lip ring…? Update: Oh, that’s the guy Yuna dumped early on! Haha!

What we’ve learnt from this anime is Setsu put his grandpa on a pedestal and never got rid of it.

Mashiro no Oto 12 (FINAL)

Well, I finally finished this! I was thinking about how it is that anime watchers can all create such diverse paths through life and the medium…it’s amazing.

Anyways, after about a year, that’s the end, folks! See you next time.

#simulcast commentary #Tsuritama #Mashiro no Oto #Those Snow-White Notes #Visual Prison

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