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hiskillingjar · 10 months

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'You're his pet now.'

Relationship: Ren Hana/Reader, Fox/Reader Rating: Explicit Contains: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Injury Recovery, Power Imbalance, Coercion Length: Multi-chaptered, 2600+ words

Summary: After surviving hell, how do you navigate your relationship with the Devil?

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48528574

“Ngh…ah.”

You were supposed to be dead. That much you knew.

The second you woke up, the only thing that you could initially register was just how much your body hurt. It felt like you had been hit by a truck or trampled by a crowd or a pack of animals.

The next thing you registered, when you lurched forward and let out a long, pained groan, almost doubling up on yourself as your bandaged abdomen started to ache and twist, was that you were leaning up on a bed.

You weren’t on a thin mattress on the ground, nor were you in your cell or the dreaded 'filming room’.

You were on a normal bed, in a normal room.

Well, maybe not normal.

It looked a little like a hospital room, albeit a fancy one, when you blinked your heavy eye(s), peering around. A private suite with beige walls and tasteful decorations adorning them, pine furniture, a bedside table for get-well-soon cards and flowers. Your sheets were white and crisp and clean, and when you moved your arm, you could see a needle was pressed and taped inside, providing you with a drip feed. You could also feel a tube in your nose when you reached up to touch your face.

When you moved your other arm, though, you found it bound down to the side of the hospital bed. But the bindings were loose and made of expensive leather and fur that felt soft and soothing against your skin that had been rubbed raw by chains and metal.

Emphasising that they were there to restrain you, but not to hurt you.

When you gave the cuffs another tug, a thick chain rattled against the metal and an intense pain shot across your left shoulder, making you take in a reflexive hiss and squeeze your eye(s) shut.

The marred socket was still irritating and itchy, despite how well (you guessed) it was healing from the thick wadding that now covered it, covering half your face.

“You’re awake.”

You flinched at the sudden and familiar sound of...Fox, sitting on the other side of the room next to the closest window. He balanced an espresso cup on his knee and his legs crossed tight, sparing barely a glance at you as he looked out at the view outside.

It was nighttime. How long has he been waiting for you to wake up?

"Hope you've been enjoying your little nap." He continued, his tone dry but lighthearted like he was talking to a neighbour or a colleague, as he took a quick sip from his cup, keeping his eyes on the night skyline outside. A city. "I can see the nurses have taken good care of you."

"Fox?" You mumbled warily as you sat up a little more on your best, pressing your free hand to your abdomen, trying to soothe the pain as the cuffs were pulled taught and tight against your other wrist. "Where...where am I?"

"Now that's a good question," He said with a thoughtful hum, finally looking over at you with more interest, one of his thick brows raising and wrinkling his forehead in a subtle way (a handsome way).

He looked good, all things considered. He looked normal.

He was dressed nicely, in a high-neck sweater and a well-pressed grey suit, his hair combed back and his ears standing high to attention. He looked like a man who had just walked straight out of a business meeting, handsome, in control, and a little intimidating to those that opposed him.

You had to wonder how many other businessmen made their livings in snuff porn, though.

Probably a few.

"How about you tell me how much you remember?" He then asked around the rim of the espresso cup as he took another sip, his tail swishing to and fro behind him.

Your brow furrowed pensively as you tried to remember...well, anything.

You remembered the auction, the haze of colours, the bickering voices debating your worth, the burning stamp of red and blue (the occasional flicker of green) inside your lids. You remembered the announcer, his cheerful voice, and you remembered begging him to take you instead, to spare you from whatever these...people had planned for you.

You remembered the cameras and the screens, the haze of white imprinted that had still soaked into your vision. You remembered the heckling from an unseen audience that cheered and begged for your blood, your suffering.

You remembered the twisting ache of chains and bondage. You remembered your eye (or lack thereof), you remembered the demeaning costumes, you remembered the pain. You remembered the cell you were kept in and you remembered being so drugged up on painkillers most of the time, you could barely remember your name.

But you didn't remember why your abdomen was throbbing with agony or why every inch of your body was aching, and you didn't remember how you got here, or why you were still even alive.

Fox looked at your face, a light smile growing across his own (dimpling his deep smile lines and the markings on his cheeks) at the sight of your confusion and uncertainty.

"Do you remember anything?" He asked with a light chuckle after a few long moments, his ears flattening just a little on top of his head as he tilted his head. "Or is it all a blur?" He tutted softly with a shake of his head as his ears pointed again. “Poor dear. What’s gotten you so… lost?”

His voice turned a touch condescending and mocking as he spoke those last few words, a subtle tone of amusement and pleasure behind them which made your aching stomach twist.

"Why am I still alive?" You said softly as you leaned up more, sitting up against the recline of the bed. "Why are we in a normal hospital? Why am I not in my cell?"

He was quiet for a moment, taking another drink from his cup, savouring the taste with an indulgent roll of his shoulders as he ran his tongue over his fangs in a slow and considered way. He then lowered the cup back down to his knee, with a light clatter of porcelain.

"You really don't remember, hm?" He said dryly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his gaze golden and glittering with cruel amusement . You shook your head. "Well, what do you remember last? The auction, perhaps?"

"Uh…yeah, yeah, I remember that just fine." You said, a frown tightening the lines of your face (you wouldn't be surprised if you had more, you felt like you had aged decades). "I remember asking...begging, really, for you to take me instead of selling me to the others." You grimaced as you felt a sudden flare of pain in your shoulder, reaching up to idly knead at it and finding a thick swath of bandages stuck to your skin which spanned across your shoulder and down your bank. "It was...kind of a dumb choice, in hindsight."

"Well, that's one way of describing it." He continued, breathing out a short (practised) chuckle through his nose as a sharp smirk spread across his features, his fangs hooking over his lips the more he spoke. "But, and maybe I’m biased…I'd say it was probably the right choice." He then said, standing to his feet and pacing to the side of your bed, one hand in his pocket, his clawed thumb hooked around the fabric. "Wouldn't you agree?"

You weren’t too sure if you should agree or not, but he’d gotten you to a hospital and made sure you weren’t dead. What was the point in getting on his nerves now?

"I guess," You said with a shrug (despite your throbbing shoulder), letting your unrestrained arm drop back down to your side. The needle was starting to throb too, like you needed any more pain. "I'm alive, that's true...though I still don't really know why." You leaned back further against the hospital bed (the best you could), letting your head loll back on the cushions and considering him as he stepped closer. "You were going to kill me. I was sure of it."

"And yet, here you are!" He stood at the side of your bed, a wide and playful grin on my face as he set his coffee cup on the bedside table. “You’re alive, you’re healing, you're even relatively healthy, if your nurses are to be trusted. How lucky are you!”

Well, he was certainly right about that. Regardless of how much pain you were in, regardless of how much your body was throbbing and struggling just to keep you upright, you were healing.

He was making sure you were healing.

You swallowed hard, wondering why he was so determined for you to heal.

"I'm not going to.” He then said with a considered sigh. “Kill you, that is." You could see a little twinkle of mirth in his golden eyes as his head tilted again, his tail swishing behind him as he looked down on you. "What do you think that means, then? What does that mean to you?" He then asked, his voice playful and almost teasing, like he was telling you a good joke.

"I don't really know," You said, giving your cuff a little tug as you looked up at him with your good eye. “I…really don’t.”

"Well, since you’re so lost,” He grinned, his smile sharp and threatening (though you’re not sure he intended it that way). “Let me enlighten you." He perched himself on the side of your bed, resting a hand on your knee (underneath your blankets), the wide grin not leaving his face as he looked at you intently, his eyes bright and hungry . "It means… I like you too much to kill you. "

You took in a sharp gasp, your eye(s) widening in shock once he assured you of the thing you were so scared of, so unsure of, (so secretly wanting of).

"Is that a good enough reason for you?" He then said softly.

You could feel his warm breath across the side of your neck as he leaned a little closer to you, looking at you intently, his voice dripping, oozing with playful teasing. The touch on your knee tightened just a little.

"You...you like me?" You murmured quietly, so quiet that you were sure that only the two of you could hear it.

"Oh, darling ," He crooned softly as his grin eased just a touch into a smirk, his other hand reaching up to your chin to gently direct your gaze to his own, his eyes softening with fondness and...indisputable lust. "I adore you."

You swallowed a little tightly as he got closer to you, so close you could see the dimples of his smile lines, the creases around and under his eyes, and the freckles that dotted his cheeks.

You weren’t especially surprised by his admission.

It did make sense, in hindsight, in some twisted kind of way.

He had been quite sweet to you during the streams despite everything, taking the time to praise you when you behaved, to tend to your wounds, to assure you of his intentions and to make sure you were okay after all was said and done.

Maybe he did like you.

That didn't stop you from feeling nervous, though.

"And more than that..." He continued, his tail swaying just a little more (maybe it was even wagging…did foxes wag their tails?) “I want to keep playing with you , I want to make you beg for more, I want to own you." He leaned in a little bit closer, whispering in your ear softly, your faces inches apart as his soft, unruly hairs wisped against your cheek "I want to make you mine...and I always get what I want."

You were sure of that.

There were a few moments of heavy quiet, his breathing slow as he pulled away from you just a touch, enough that you could see his face, the soft flush to his cheeks, the mischievous, almost boy-ish twinkle in his eyes.

"So, what would your response be to that, then?" He whispered softly, his breath warm against your neck. "Do you want to be mine?"

"I mean…do I have much of a choice?" You asked quietly, though the warmth of his voice against your skin was…kind of nice and enough to make you shiver with a subdued rendition of pleasure.

"Not really, no," He said with a chuckle and a shake of his head, his expression fond and patient, almost like he had expected you to ask a question like that. "Either you become mine, or..."

Or.

You swallowed again.

He took another quiet moment to consider your expression, your stiff posture, the nervousness in your eyes, as if he was waiting for an answer, before he let out another little chuckle, shrugging his shoulders as he let go of your chin and gave you two light taps on the cheek.

You flinched, your face absolutely burning at the condescending little gesture. “Think about it!” He said easily, casually, like he was negotiating a business deal and not coercing you into a never-ending dynamic of ownership and servitude. He smiled and stood to his feet, letting go of your knee and giving his blazer a little tug to fix it into place. “You have plenty of time to, after all. And who knows?” He held his arms out in a wide gesture of casual friendliness. “You might come to like the idea!”

You didn’t say anything. Your cheeks were still blazing from the light taps.

“Well, get some rest, sweetie,” He then said, letting his arms drop to his sides with a quirked grin, showing you his fangs (again, you weren't sure if the threatening gesture was entirely on purpose). “I want you strong and healthy, after all! I’ll see you later.”

“Wait!” You said quickly, sitting forward and forcing the cuff on your wrist to pull tightly, almost digging into your skin as your arm was jerked back painfully. “Y-You’re going to leave me here? All on my own?”

“Mmhmm,” He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets and raising his brows at the quickness of your question, as if he was surprised that this was what you were concerned about. “There’s work to be done, after all. But I’ll visit you again soon, and your nurses will take great care of you.”

You sat back against the bed with a soft sound of defeat, looking down at your lap.

“Right, okay…” You murmured, fiddling with your fingers (the best you could with the cuff so tight). “...How soon?”

You flinched again when Fox let out a string of barking laughs, real and loud and authentic , his shoulders shaking with amusement and his tail wagging as he did his best to cover his amusement with his hands.

“Oh! Oh my, oh darling,” He said through his giggles, leaning towards you again, his hands on the bed and his smiling face near yours. “That is absolutely precious, it really is! You’re so needy already,” He grinned then and pressed his nose into your hair, like a quick affectionate nuzzle. It’s almost a kiss and it almost makes your heart race. “And oh-so-sweet. We’re going to have such a good time together, I can already tell.”

You didn’t say anything, but your flushing face said more than enough for him.

“Rest up. And try not to miss me too much, okay?~ ❤”

#the price of flesh #fox tpof #ren hana #ren hana x reader #ren x mc #fox x reader #fox x mc #ray's fics #i'm insaneeeeeee mental asylummmmmm #i wanna go full rebecca the yellow wallpaper with fox i'm sorryyyyyy

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 9 months

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“red flowers”: fae, vargas camp 2, and glorious masquerade

THERE’S SOMETHING IN VARGAS CAMP 2 THAT MADE ME DO A DOUBLE TAKE 👁️ 👄 👁️

So in 2-2, the pixies of the forest are trying to put out the campfires. The boys then talk about how there was a miner's campfire a while back that caused a forest fire, which naturally spooked the local fairies. AND THEN VIL GOES AND DROPS THIS DOOZIE OF A LINE:

EXCUSE ME, VI L SIR??????? ?? ? ???? ? ? ?? ? ? ? Did you just say RED FLOWERS? Is that not similar to the CRIMSON FLOWERS/LOTUSES that ROLLO tried to use to establish a magicless Twisted Wonderland in Glorious Masquerade?!

ADDENDUM: I learned recently (very shortly after this post went live, actually!) that the “red flowers” may also be a reference to what the animals in the live action Jungle Book call fires. I’m not personally familiar with this film, so I’ll be running with the crimson lotus/Glorious Masquerade connection for the duration of this post!!

Looking at how the phrases are written in Japanese, they use the term 赤い花 ("akai no hana"/red flower) in Vargas Camp and 紅蓮の花 ("guren no hana"/crimson lotus flower) in Glorious Masquerade. Crimson is basically a specific kind of red, and lotus is just a certain type of flower. Even more damning is that fact that in 3-8 of Glorious Masquerade, Malleus EXPLICITLY describes the spreading crimson flowers as having "a brilliance like that of fire". You can see from images of the crimson lotus that they do, indeed, seem to glow like fire.

If you look at the real life timeline of these events releasing, it also coincidentally lines up!! Like, the original release of Vargas Camp 2 (for JP server) was in mid to late SEPTEMBER 2022. Then Glorious Masquerade would come out mid to late OCTOBER 2022. Vargas Camp 2 was literally the new story event that came out RIGHT BEFORE Glorious Masquerade... WAS THIS FORESHADOWING??????????????? And even more importantly than that... What does this mean for fae??????

One could call "red flowers" just a poetic way for the pixies to label something they don't understand. But what's confusing is that there are clearly also fire pixies living in the forest; we see several of them in Vargas Camp attacking the students. It's not as though the fairies are unfamiliar with fire itself, so why not just call the campfires 'fires'?? What if... (and stick with me here) the pixies named the campfires thus because it's potentially a reference to something far deadlier (than even the forest fire) that they experienced or heard of in their history? In the time period of ~400 years ago shown to us in book 7, we learn that human invaders drove fae out of their homes and began mining their land for resources. This, more specifically, impacts the Briar Country up north, who are fighting against humans that arm themselves with iron (something which appears to repulse the fae). These humans are also known to use deceptive tactics, such as distracting the messenger team of Lilia and co. while they launch an assault on Mallenoa's castle, where she and her unborn son are. So... what's to say they wouldn't resort to other underhanded means as well? Mean such as... utilizing a flower known to suck out the magic from living beings :))) like maybe the... crimson lotus, perhaps?

In Glorious Masquerade, we learn that the crimson lotus has been extinct for a long time now. They were destroyed by humans centuries ago because of how dangerous they were to mages. We don't have an exact number of years, but "centuries" is enough to land it in the rough ballpark of the human-fae war. Malleus himself, who is canonically 178 years old, didn't even recognize the flowers at first (as very few records of them exist in modern times); this could imply that the crimson flowers were around before he was born, which further supports that they were present during the war era.

What's more, if we look at Maleficent: Mistress of Evil (ie the second live action Maleficent movie), we see a VERY strong parallel to the crimson lotus flower. In the film, we are introduced to the Tomb Bloom, a flower that just so happens to also be red and glows a little like fire.

UNCANNY RESEMBLANCE, NO? 🤡

Tomb Blooms are said to grow on the graves of fairies, and, when mixed with iron, creates "red dust". This red dust is considered deadly to fairies upon contact--and in the film, a fairy-hating queen lures a bunch of fae into a wedding venue to eliminate them en masse with the stuff. The crimson lotus flowers of TWST, meanwhile, are deadly on their own, draining the magic out of any magical being they touch (and permanently depriving them of magic once all the magic has been taken out of someone). For fae, who rely on magic for basically everything (travel, cooking etc.), it would be a miserable existence symbolically synonymous with death.

(Side note: in hindsight, this somewhat explains why Malleus is part of the Glorious Masquerade SSR trio. If the crimson lotus flowers were, in actuality, inspired by the Tomb Blooms (something which was weaponized against Maleficent and her kind), then it just makes so much sense for the antagonist of the event, Rollo, to utilize similar plants against Malleus, who is twisted from the Mistress of Evil herself.)

OKAY, now knowing all of that, here's what I propose as a possible timeline of events if we consider all of what I just said: ~400 years ago, crimson lotuses were plentiful. When the human-fae conflict escalated, the human side decided to play dirty to eliminate those pesky fae--because even the great Draconias would be susceptible to the magic-leeching properties of the flower. However, they discovered, upon repeated experimentation, that the flower could also harm their own mages, so they had to reformulate. Maybe this was when they learned that they could combine iron with the powdered lotus (increased surface area, and therefore also increased potency) to create something even more deadly to fae (like in Maleficent 2). Alternatively, this could contribute for the reasoning for the iron armor they wear in battle; iron repulses fae, but it could also protect them from the crimson lotus flowers due to how much of the skin it covers. For example, the Dawn Knight is said to wear a helmet that completely cover the face, and many Silver Owl NPCs do the same. There is little skin visible, unlike the armor of the Briar Country fae. But anyway, the point is that, some way or another, the humans abused the crimson lotus during this time. Once the war concluded (or in the period of reconstruction that followed), fae and humans came to an agreement to destroy all the lotuses as a part of their peace treaty/negotiations, agreeing that it was mutually beneficial to all magical creatures and mages. Humans were mainly responsible for this extinction, as there was a larger population of them that were magicless and could therefore handle the flowers without consequences. Because of the war engulfing an entire continent, fae in other parts of Twisted Wonderland would have heard about the events, fae migrated out of Briar Country to get away from the conflict, OR the conflict itself was a Twisted Wonderland-wide issue, not just contained within Briar Country. Any one of these could explain why eventually pixies on Sage's Island, in the Silent Woods (where the boys went camping), would know of the calamity caused by the crimson lotuses of the past. When they come across wild campfires, the pixies may be frightened by them due to their resemblance to the crimson lotuses and the trauma associated with war because it's human outsiders that are invading their home and propagating these 'fires'... the same situation as the human-fae war. There was the literal manmade forest fire that was far more recent, yes--but again, this doesn't fully explain why the pixies, who should be familiar with fire, would call it a "red flower" instead of just 'fire'. The association with "red flowers" being dangerous may be a result of what they recall from the war--that crimson flower which sapped away their strength and robbed them of their magic. Then, in modern day, we have Rollo somehow stumbling across seeds and breeding crimson lotuses of his own in secret for his own nefarious purposes. History (mayhaps???) repeating itself??????? ?? ? ????? ??? ??

DKJNsfhbvoqef32ygtr69r137fbofasib IDK, MAYBE I'M JUST TALKING OUT OF MY ASS AND EXTRAPOLATING TOO MUCH FROM LITTLE DETAILS 🤡 I just think it's kind of a fun theory, even if the whole timeline ends up being thrown out the window in the next main story update... Don't mind me, I'm still on my "Rollo will come save us all in a cruel and ironic twist of fate" copium--

#twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Rollo Flamme #Rollo Flamm #disney twisted wonderland #Vil Schoenheit #notes from the writing raven #twst theory #twst theories #twisted wonderland theories #twisted wonderland theory #Maleficent #Maleficent 2 #Maleficent: Mistress of Evil #spoilers #Jungle Book

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shalotttower · 22 days

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To Make a Home Out of Bones

Title: To Make a Home Out of Bones

Fandom: BTD2 (Boyfriend to Death 2)

Characters: Ren Hana x Reader (female)

Summary: You were free. Free for real, and you couldn't believe that, staring at the open door. And then, by some twisted scenario, decided to keep him. It's tragic, really.

Word count: 2300+

Notes: yandere!Ren Hana, captivity (past Reader and finally in present not Reader :D) Reader is sensible though and there's nothing crazy going on on her part apart from the captivity scenario, mostly tired vibes/attempts to process what happened, unhealthy coping mechanisms, past torture, past manipulation, possessiveness, past dubious consent, past non-con, Reader doesn't know about Strade.

You don't talk. You never talk nowadays and it feels almost liberating, not having to converse. Ren doesn't look as intimidating as he used to. Maybe it's because of the collar, or maybe it's because he doesn't wear that damned jacket anymore, the one which seems to change his whole being into something unhinged and cheerfully vicious whenever he puts it on.

Is this what he felt, watching you tied to a pole?

No, hardly.

There was a very tangible sense of power in your captivity.

You, however, don't feel powerful at all.

You feel like an old tree: splinters, rotten wood, and bark waiting for the storm to come and snap the trunk in the middle.

Freedom is strangely anticlimactic.

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You don't know how long you've been here, stopped checking a wile ago because it didn't matter ─ to be dragged back from the basement on Wednesday or on Saturday. Days became a sequence of events, not dates, once you realized Ren planned to keep you indefinitely.

Have breakfast, tell him it was good. Do the laundry. Watch TV, let Ren cuddle up to you, ignore the presence of another in the same room. Smile every time he says something nice and expects to hear it back. Let your eyes glaze over during sex, try to remember what it felt like to have someone touch you without making you bleed. Wake up to a sleepy fox curled up on top of you. When Ren dreams his ears twitch.

It takes approximately five minutes for him to settle for sleep, tangled limbs and pointy nose buried in the crook of your neck, and he's surprisingly light for a grown man. With how tough Ren seems (or wants to), there's some sort of innate clinginess about him that contrasts so much with the image in your head: smiling through bloodied teeth while nailing your leg. At first you thought being nice was a way out of this, but kindness is a double-edged sword here: soon you realized how utterly you misjudged him ─ and how truly screwed you were.

Because Ren, while cooking you tasty meals for "being good" and letting you watch TV, likes kisses and hand-holding, and cute things. But Ren also likes the way you sob no less, and that's where the miscalculation happened. Being nice only guaranteed with some unsteady sense of security that he wouldn't kill you yet. That was all. He's sweet, snuggly, affectionate until he isn't, and no amount of good behavior or praise will stop him from breaking your fingers if he feels like it.

Your routine had been simple for months. Easy. Unbearable.

And now all the world which was limited to one single house for god knows how long expands again, but you don't really feel it, even after reaching the small front gate.

You could leave him there, you think. In the basement, and no one would ever know. Lose the key, never come back, just-

Not go back. And all of this will be behind you. You'll never have to see him again, never have to smile for him, never have to hear that shaky sound he makes when he cums, or witness his face turn from carefree to confused, and then to understanding, then to annoyed.

A death like this seems fitting for him. Cold concrete and silence; starvation is an awful, terrifying way to go. You noticed that Ren doesn't really like to be alone, and there's almost poetic justice in leaving him in the basement to slowly rot away.

Your fingers curl around the iron handle and with something akin to astonishment let go of it, then fall limply to your side. You're free, yet you stay rooted to the spot, because frankly speaking where does one go from here? Your rent must be long overdue, and your face is probably everywhere, plastered on missing person posters.

'Hey guys, I'm not missing anymore', you imagine saying to your co-workers, 'sorry for disappearing, I guess. Do you still need that Excel sheet done?'

Your employment contract had probably been terminated. The bank account should be fine, Ren took you right before the paycheck, and there's mom's house to crash at until everything goes back to normal, but that surely means cops getting involved, and lawyers, and media. Just the thought is exhausting.

'How did Mr Hana treat you? Were you intimate? Yes or no? Please, tell us more, miss. How do you feel? What about Mr Oleander, did you know him?'

The wind picks up, blowing leaves and ruffling your hair.

Ren will go to jail. Obviously — kidnapping and killing people equals prison time. The problem is that it doesn't bring you any kind of satisfaction. You don't want Ren here, but you also don't want him peacefully living his sentence while you pick up the pieces of your old life. There's no closure in that, but again...can there be any?

You sit down on the porch; cold wooden boards creak under your weight. Ren has a nice little suburban house.

What now? You have no fucking idea, just vague notions of an unclear future, and nothing substantial.

What now indeed.

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He fed you regularly, that's true; you stand at the basement door and watch him eat.

Ren allowed you free roaming within the house premises, an access to TV, books, hygiene products. Reading manga together felt almost domestic, yet...you keep him there. In the basement.

It's strange, seeing him like this, but he doesn't look surprised at the new turn of events, he looks almost resigned. A mirror of yourself in a sense, you think with a finger hovering over the button. Ren's ears are flattened, tail tucked between his legs, a submissive, harmless thing. You could let him out, allow him roam the house freely just the way he did. But you don't.

It sounds straight off foolish, and what's more important ─ scary. There're so many possibilities. That the remote won't work, that you'll be too slow to react, that he'll sneak into your room at night. Ren can be very quiet when he wants to. So you keep him there, and avoid him like plague unless necessary — feeding duty twice per day plus bathroom visits.

No chatter, minimal contact overall, but Ren starts talking anyways.

"You look tired," he says cautiously in between the bites.

He does it a lot, tries to gauge where you two stand every day or what's on your mind, and you suspect it's the result of past experiences, something that's hard to unlearn. Something connected with that body in the freezer. Upon finding it you initially assumed (not without a reason) that the corpse was his doing, but when Ren undressed before you for the first time, realized that it might not be entirely true.

The cuts, the burns, the marks and deep, jagged lines formed a familiar pattern. Someone had put a lot of time and effort into giving him those.

"I could make coffee. Or tea."

And that's another thing. He doesn't fight you, or attempt to lash out. Instead he makes those little offers here and there whenever you come down the stairs — dinner, help cleaning the dishes, washing clothes. He has been compliant and eager to please to the point of it being almost unnerving.

You don't reply, and that seems to bother him, judging by his expression. Understandable: silence is normally a bad omen, especially in situations such as this one.

"Are you going to-" he starts again, but you cut him off.

"Push the tray over."

Ren's ears twitch at the command and you briefly wonder if he expected something different to happen. The tray makes a metallic screech over the concrete floor, stopping right in front of your feet.

"Thank you," he says.

'Thank you for breakfast, thank you for lunch, thank you for dessert.' 'Thank you for the nail gun, thank you for holding my hand while I screamed, thank you for fucking me after.' You hate the words now, the way they used to roll off your tongue (thank you, Ren, thank you), because they never meant gratitude at all and felt bitter, like a moldy fruit.

Ren's eyes are trained on your face. There it is again: the strange uneasiness which settles in your chest whenever he stares with focus sharp enough to burn holes through flesh itself. His gaze travels lower to your arms exposed by rolled up hoodie sleeves. You had no clothes here except for cutsey underwear and pajamas which Ren insisted you wear, but those are long thrown away somewhere in the trash, so the only things available are his. There's also...other stuff you found in the locked bedroom on the second floor: cargo pants, combat boots, tank tops, all neatly folded. Far too big for you both.

"Is it mine?" Ren asks and leans forward.

"Is there a problem?" you ask back, then regret it.

Questions mean opening a door to unwanted dialogue. His cheeks turn a little pink.

"No. It looks good on you."

Your stomach churns in discomfort at the compliment and the carefully concealed delight Ren won't voice out loud, but drops indirectly from time to time. Not only this, but the familiarity, the implied "you're used to wearing my things by now" which, in essence, is true. It's either that or walking around naked. Ren must notice your reaction, because he quickly averts his eyes to the floor. Silence settles over the basement like a thick, heavy blanket of snow.

Stop feeding me with submissive bullshit, you want to say. I know what you'd do if not for the collar, I've seen it from the first row. Stop pretending to be harmless when we both know you aren't.

Ren fiddles with the hem of his shirt. The change is so drastic. He was a little scary at first when you met, then downright terrifying, and now...now he's just a whole another person.

You pick up the tray without a word and leave. Ren's ears droop once he realizes the conversation for today ended before it even started. But there will be tomorrow. And the next one after, and the next one, and the next one. He'll keep trying to talk, and you'll keep ignoring him until he finally stops.

You don't know what to do with him. You don't know what to do with yourself either.

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There's no distance wide or far enough to allow you proper sleep. You toss and turn under the covers despite exhaustion pulling at your eyelids and eventually settle for a late night movie or two. Ren's DVD collection is...well, to put it bluntly, weird for someone like him. Cheesy and romantic movies take around thirty percent of his library, while the remaining seventy is filled with horror flicks and anime. You go through the titles: Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Tokyo Mew Mew. Some of those you watched together, curled up on the sofa, others Ren had recommended enthusiastically whenever he caught your glances.

'It's really good! I think you'd like it.'

'This is my favorite.'

He remembered the details about each series, all the names, plot twists. A die-hard fan to the point you wondered why didn't he try cosplaying himself instead of dressing you up. He'd pass as some sort of a fox/cat character easily. Maybe he did cosplay before, who knows? It wouldn't surprise you.

The clock ticks 2 AM. Your mind goes back to the basement door and what lays behind it.

Ren knows that you sleep terribly. You know he does too ─ that's one more trait you two share except for the scars.

You click on the first episode of "Arcane Moon Whispers". The opening plays through the old speakers — happy, cheerful music; you wonder if he can hear it downstairs. The basement is soundproofed, but Ren has sharp hearing. It became clear early on, in the way his ears would twitch towards the noise of your footsteps when you still wore the collar.

The plot unfolds in front of your eyes: a magical team fighting evil with the power of friendship, love, and hope.

'They have an entire arc dedicated to time travel,' Ren explained while showing you the box sets, 'it gets a bit confusing halfway through but it's fun!'

It's been three weeks now. Three weeks since your freedom began and yet Ren lingers in your head as strongly as ever, like a ghost haunting your dreams and waking hours alike. It's frustrating to say the least: having him locked away yet seeing him everywhere — in the kitchen cabinets full of sweets he likes, in the bookshelf full of manga he read out loud sometimes until you couldn't bear it anymore and had to tune his voice out, and in the drawer you pull open every morning.

Ren is like a stain.

It makes you sick, actually. It makes your chest ache with something that feels dangerously close to guilt but can't be it. You're not guilty for what you've done, keeping him there is reasonable, understandable, and Ren...he deserves everything after what he put you through first.

You tried so hard to be nice to him.

You were nice.

But nice isn't enough when someone wants you hurt. Isn't enough to stop a knife. Nice is a useless commodity.

A few more episodes later you're still wide awake.

#shalott fanfiction #yandere #btd2 #btd2 fanfiction #ren hana #ren hana x reader #I wanted to make it longer #it was longer in fact #but I really disliked the way the rest turned out #dislike is a weak word tbh lol #freaking hated it #so after like three days of trying to write an ending and deleting stuff #just gonna post it like this

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hanafubukki · 7 months

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OT3 Masterlist

Knight of Dawn x Reader x Lilia Vanrouge

Fanfics/Scenarios (can be read together or each a standalone; each part is after some time has past)

Part 1 (YN gets transported to the past)

Part 2 (YN treats an injured Lilia)

Part 3 (YN returns home)

Ficlets

Meleanor & Reader

Meleanor & Reader and The Senate

Twst Playful Land Scenarios

Asks/Drabbles

Ask 1 (Ways to become Silver's Mom)

Ask 2, (Domestic life with OT3)

Ask 3, (More domestic moments and Baby Silver saves Dada Lilia)

Ask 4, (YN returns to the future and shenanigans with Twst cast)

Ask 5, (More shenanigans with Twst cast)

Ask 6, (Vil, Silver, and Dawn)

Ask7, (Dawn's role in the future and Twst cast shenanigans)

Ask 8, (Lilia, Meleanor, and Levan shenanigans)

Ask 9, (Silver has an internal crisis in a fun way)

Ask 10, (YN and Lilia Drabble; Reunion between YN and Lilia in the future)

Ask 11, (YN pregnant again)

Ask 12, (Author breaks a few hearts)

Ask 13 (Author is thanked for the pain)

Ask 14 (Meleanor and Lilia squabble)

Ask 15 (drabble: you get kidnapped by a dragon on your wedding day)

Ask 16 (nrc learns about your legend)

Ask 17 (Lilia runs away from Meleanor)

Ask 18 (Lilia uses YN against Meleanor)

Ask 19 (Dawn wins a bet)

Ask 20 (family tree)

Ask 21 (Family eating naan and curry)

Ask 22 (OT3 reaction to the events of Glorious Masquerade)

Ask 23 (the Left General)

Ask 24 (Pregnancy and the Apple)

Ask 25 (Family Shenanigans: Lilia and Levan rebel, while Dawn is confused)

Ask 26 (Meleanor kidnappings continues)

Ask 27 (Time Wimey and Age Shenanigans)

Ask 28 (part 4 excerpt)

Ask 29 (YN pregnant with Lilia’s child/questionable eating habits)

Ask 30 (Auction for a date with YN, bidding chaos)

Ask 31 (the Accountant’s Woes)

Ask 32 (tattoos)

Ask 33 (Spider fae accountant)

Ask 34 (Lilia meets YN, who just arrived at Twisted Wonderland)

Ask 35 (Lilia oversleeps)

Ask 36 (the adventures of the Spider Fae Accountant)

Ask 37 (Anonie’s Soldier!Yuu)

Ask 38 (Peter the Spider Fae talk)

Ask 39 (thanking Peter the Spider Fae)

Ask 40 (YN has a nightmare and is comforted)

Ask 41 (Hana rambles about OT3)

Ask 42 (Plans against the Senate)

Ask 43 (Peter goes on vacation)

Ask 44 (the special dinner)

Ask 45 (lovely message from anon)

Ask 46 (YN and Silver relationship)

Ask 47 (Milf!Reader thoughts)

Ask 48 (Your future daughter visits you)

Other AUs

Coffee Shop AU

Malleus Draconia x Reader x Lilia Vanrouge

To Be Theirs

The One Most Loved

WIP Excerpt

#masterlist #Twst Knight of Dawn x Reader x Lilia Vanrouge #Malleus Draconia x Reader x Lilia Vanrouge #OT3 Masterlist #meleanor draconia #levan draconia #twst knight of dawn x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #baul zigvolt

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jolynejay · 10 months

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I think Ch. 7/4 may have just given us both Crowley's identity as well as the identity of his "dear esteemed benefactor"

Obvs. Spoilers Ahead in this analysis and speculative hypothesis (which will link the prologue to the current events in Ch. 7):

This moment is the moment that sent me down this rabbit hole:

General Lilia essentially calling Lady Malenore Briar Country's "most evil" princess.

I went over the prologue again semi-recently to see if the knowledge we have gathered since the start of the game recontextulizes some things. And while the purpose of the analysis then was different, what I did take special note of was that Crowley is speaking to a different but very specific person. To quote the man himself (from the English version):

"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor...

My proud, beautiful flower of evil.

You are truly the fairiest one of all."

The way Crowley addresses this person is very interesting because it at once seems very subservient and almost intimate.

But what is even more interesting is the original Japanese phrasing. I will go through the lines one by one to point out the notable details:

ああ‥‥‥愛しい我が君

"愛しい" (itoshii) is generally used to describe something that is lovely, dear. "我が君" (waga kimi) is generally understood to mean "my lord/ruler/master". The translation as "my dear esteemed benefactor" is... alright, though it does seem to detract a bit from the portrayal of this person as someone that has a lot of power over Crowley.

What I'd like to note though is that since Japanese is a very context dependent language this line might also be read a very different way: if "kimi" was used in the context that Crowley knows this person very well, being allowed to address them directly like this... then the line could also be read as Crowley calling this person "My beloved." There is still the underlying power dynamic underneath but it is more finely tuned and something that reminds me more of a pair of royals.

This would certainly not be the first way for someone to understand this line but subtext and double meanings can reveal a lot.

気高く麗しい悪の華

Notable here is mainly that Crowley is using a lot of archaic words to describe the person he is speaking to (e.g. using the kanji "華" instead of the modern "花" - both pronounced "hana," meaning flower). This may indicate that this person is of a people whose culture does not move as fast as the rest of the world's - still bound to old ways of speaking and thinking.

貴女こそが世界で一番美しい

Now, this last line is spicy. The English version of this line is pretty gender neutral after all - the fairest of them all. But what the original line makes very explicit is that Crowley is talking to/about a woman.

"貴女" (anata) - not "貴方" (anata), not "我が君" (waga kimi) but "貴女"

Crowley is addressing a noble woman directly in a manner that implies they are of equal standing. Like a husband addressing his wife.

Now let's circle back to that conversation Lilia, Silver, Sebek and co. are having about Malenore for a minute.

Because what Lilia also calls Malenore is this:

Malenore is the only daughter to Queen Maleficia and she the ruling Lady of "Wild Rose Castle" (野ばら城). Which is known to Silver only as "Black Scale Castle" (黒鱗城).

In other words, Malenore is one of the most powerful noble women in the Twisted Wonderland, she is strongly associated with with Wild Roses/ Briar Roses, and on top of that described as the "most evil" princess by her own general (whether in jest or not is of little consequence).

And this description should ring very familiar after going over Crowley's introductory monolog. A noble, beautiful "Flower of Evil" as it were.

But if that is the truth, then the familiar way Crowley addresses Malenore can only mean that Crowley's true identity is Malenore's husband. Who else would be allowed to speak to her im such an intimate and familiar manner.

Malenore's husband whose status hasn't actually been confirmed, other than he is missing in some capacity. And while I have seen a many transcriptions of his name, no one seems to have gotten it right yet:

"竜眠公レヴァーン"

The Sleeping Dragon Lord Raven

And what is the associated animal of our dear Night Raven's headmaster?

A crow.

A corvid.

A raven.

Crowley did always had something of the mad hatter to him, didn't he? And he might just have something with a raven and a writing desk..

After all, a raven is nevar the same front to back as back to front.

And thus, at the end, we have the lost parents of a little dragon, summoning a human with no magical ability to this Twisted Wonderland - a human that cannot be influenced by blot.

Curious, curious...

Curious indeed...

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twst #twst malleus #twst maleficia #twst malenore #twst crowley #twst raven #twst theory #twst analysis #jo's theory corner #this game is making me go insane #my conspiracy board is growing so muchhh #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #twst silver

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bratzydollz · 2 years

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🕵️‍♀️✨ "Breaking the Reality Code: Legit Tips to Shift Into Your Desired Reality – Hana Spills the Tea! #ShiftingSecrets" ✨🌌

March 23rd, 2023

•—✧✷ Greetings, astral explorers and vibe enthusiasts! Hana in the house, ready to spill the tea hotter than a summer in Ibiza. Shifting, baby, it's the ethereal rollercoaster of dreams. Picture this: smoother than savoring Michelin pancakes in the heart of NYC or trickier than decoding an anti-shifter's mind. But fear not, lovelies, because Hana's got the keys to the shifting kingdom, and I'm ready to share the deets.

Let's dive headfirst into the allure of Desired Reality – or as the cyber cool cats call it, "DR." It's not just your regular H&M flipflops; it's your personal blockbuster, your anime daydream, a reality painted with the hues of freedom and fun. It's where your heart's desires take center stage – from the perfect glow-up to a life tailor-made for you. It's basically your VIP pass to personal paradise.

Now, here's the catch – mastering the art of shifting is your golden ticket to your DR. Think of it like nailing a perfect soufflé. Specify your destination, set those intentions, visualize your desired reality, and boom! You've arrived at your desired hotspot. Sure, it sounds like a breeze, but mastering it takes a bit of finesse. Don't worry; I've got your back.

For those scratching their heads about shifting, just like what Mr. Worldwide once said, been there, done that. And I sense you might be feeling it too as you dive into this post. Fear not, my luvlies, because I'm about to drop some tips hotter than a Kardashian scandal. No more small talk, let's dive into my astral playbook, specially crafted for you. 🚀💫

✧ Believe That You Can Shift

—✧✷ In this star-studded activity, belief is the ultimate VIP pass. Oh, girl, believe in shifting, sure, but let me spill the intergalactic tea – the real universal currency is believing in the superstar that is YOU.

Picture this: your mind, a Hollywood blockbuster waiting to happen. Time for a script rewrite! Turn it into a haven, a paradise of unwavering belief. The kind of belief that screams, "I've got the magical keys to shift, and I'm ready to rock my desired reality!" It's not just a key; it's the golden ticket to a reality remix. So, honey, believe it like it's the plot twist of the century, proving the Grinch's sad toys we called "Anti-Shifters", that they are more wrong than the X-Factor judges, as you live your blockbuster life, and watch your journey transform into a star-studded spectacle. Lights, camera, cosmic action!

✧ Do Your Own Research About Shifting

—✧✷ Navigating the mesmerizing realm of shifting, my darlings, go beyond mere surface exploration—plunge into the depths of knowledge. Immerse yourself in the Law of Assumption, gracefully waltz through the enchanting corridors of the Multiverse Theory, finesse the dance of Quantum Jumping, and effortlessly enter the mystical realm of Theta/Void State. Grasping the intricacies of your current venture—shifting—acts as the key to a smoother journey. Knowledge is your ally, providing the roadmap to execute with finesse and summon the desired results. Ready to unravel the mysteries?

✧ Make Shifting Comfortable For You

—✧✷ Discover a pathway to shift that aligns seamlessly with your essence. Should you crave order on your shifting odyssey, craft a script outlining the specifics you yearn for in your desired reality. Embrace a shifting method, indulge in post-script meditation, and so forth—just go for it. If you're into the raw essence of shifting, envision your desires, set those intentions, and simply dive in. Whatever brings you comfort, my dear, make it your guiding star. Comfort is the secret sauce; it heightens your chances of gracefully slipping into your coveted reality.

✧ Meditation For Clear Intention

—✧✷ Embark on a journey of meditation, not only elevating your chances of shifting but also bestowing profound benefits upon your well-being. Let the tranquil practice clear the fog from your mind, paving the way for crystal-clear intentions and unwavering focus on your desires. It's a holistic win-win, luvlies—one step closer to your desired reality and a serene mind to accompany you on the way.

✧ Avoid Negative Thoughts

—✧✷ Should pesky thoughts plague your day, whispering doubts about your shifting prowess or the attainability of your desired reality, dismiss them swiftly. Toss those negative notions aside and affirm with conviction that shifting is within your grasp, effortlessly attainable. Remind yourself, my dear, that the truth of the matter is, you CAN shift, no strings attached. Embrace the power of that undeniable fact.

✧ Visualize If You Are Able To

—✧✷ In the vivid tapestry of shifting, lovelies, not everyone is a visual virtuoso, but for those who can, consider it a sparkling extra. Immerse yourself in the fantasy – picture your desired reality self, from the first morning light to stolen kisses with your significant other, even battling otherworldly beasts or conjuring spells. It's not just seeing; it's feeling every heartbeat of that alternate reality as if it's your reality right now. Paint the scenes with your emotions, and let the magic unfold.

•—✧✷ Well, shifters and spiritual baddies, that's a wrap on today's shifting tips extravaganza! If the shifting mysteries still boggle your brilliant mind, fear not—I'm your oracle, ready to spill the tea. Questions? Fire away, and I'll dazzle you with the answers. Now, luvlies, my fingertips are tapping out, freshly adorned in divine nails. Buh-bye for now, luvlies. Until next time! 💋✨

Xoxo, Hana.

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staycait · 1 year

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What Can One Do With These Petals?..

Alhaitham x & Reader angst.

Where Alhaitham gets the hanahaki disease, due to the unrequited love with you.

Hanahaki Disease (The term hanahaki comes from the Japanese words hana (花), which means "flower", and hakimasu (吐きます), which means "to throw up".) is a disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

And Alhaitham doesn't want his feelings for you to disappear.

Enjoy reading this! :D

"It hurts.. I can't breathe.. It feels like the Gods are punishing me.."

You don't know why, but you have found more interest in Kaveh more than Alhaitham. Even though Alhaitham was your first friend when you first arrived Sumeru..

You were in love with Kaveh, but had always been too afraid to admit it. You were too caught up in trying to impress Kaveh that you almost didn't notice the fact Alhaitham has been trying to get your attention. And most importantly, your love.

The hanahaki disease was cruel indeed, his lungs burning and his throat raw. He loved you a lot, he had loved you for so long, but he had never dared to confess his feelings, fear of rejection and humiliation holding him back.

One day, while you were talking with Alhaitham, you noticed a strange cough in Alhaitham's voice. You thought nothing of it at first, but over the course of a few days, you realized that something was seriously wrong.

Alhaitham was coughing more and more, and his voice had become softer and weaker. You had urged him to see a doctor, but he was too stubborn to let you know he had the hanahaki disease. He didn't want you knowing he loves you..

"I'm fine, it's just a-" Cough. "Simple cough. It'll go awa-" Cough, cough. "..Away eventually."

"You're coughing way too much Alhaitham! I'm worried about you..!"

"Then stop worrying about me.." Cough, cough, cough.

It was a cruel twist of fate that he had fallen in love with the very person who could never love him back. And even crueler that he would soon be gone, leaving behind the one he loved most.

It has now been weeks since Alhaitham first felt the stabbing pain in his throat whenever he thought of you. The pain would grow more intense with each passing day, but it was always present, a constant reminder of the love he felt for you..

As the hanahaki disease continued to consume him, Alhaitham's mood grew darker and darker. He found himself pulling away from you, his usual personality dulled even more by the constant pain and his growing jealousy of Kaveh.

Despite the pain he felt, Alhaitham couldn't bring himself to tell you how he felt. But being too stubborn, he kept his feelings hidden, pretending that everything was fine.

But as time went on, the flower in Alhaitham's lungs and throat grew bigger and bigger, a constant reminder of the love he felt. The pain became almost unbearable, and he found himself longing for your touch, your laughter, and your smile.

One night, Alhaitham went out. As the night wore on, his throat grew sore and his chest tightened, making it difficult to breathe. He leaned over a railing, the pain in his chest so intense that he could barely breathe.

He closed his eyes, wondering if he had the strength to go on. But then, a familiar voice called out to him, "Alhaitham, what are you doing?"

He turned to see you, you had followed him out. He looked concerned, his eyes filled with sympathy. Alhaitham forced back his tears, trying to hide the pain in his chest and throat. But you knew him too well, and you could see the pain in Alhaitham's eyes.

"I'm fine, (name)," he said, forcing a smile. "Just needed some fresh air."

You nodded, reaching out to touch Alhaitham's shoulder. "If you ever need to talk, you know I'm here for you. You don't have to go through this alone."

Alhaitham nodded, feeling grateful for your friendship. He knew that you care for him deeply, but the pain in his chest reminded him that it was not the same type of care that he feels for you. You walked away, and it makes him think. That you could just so easily walk out of his life like that.

Alhaitham's chest heaving with the effort of breathing. The hanahaki disease had taken its toll on him, his lungs burning and his throat raw, the flowers in his chest blooming and getting coughed out by Alhaitham, hurt him. But no amount of pain can hurt him more than knowing you can never love him, or even think about him in a romantic way. He was going to die, and the only reason he was is because the person whom he wants to spend eternity with, doesn't love him back. So simple, yet so tragic, isn't it?

Alhaitham went back home, but he was struggling to walk, and most importantly, he was struggling to breathe. Alhaitham opened the door and he immediately collapsed to the ground. As Alhaitham collapsed to the ground, you rushed to his side. Alhaitham's coughing became more frequent, his lungs struggling to pull in the air he needed.

"Alhaitham! Are you okay?!" You rested his head on your lap, and caressed his face. You felt his hot tears run down his cheeks onto your hands.

"I-I.." Alhaitham said weakly. Continuing to cough up flowers that were the color of your eyes.

"I what..? What's wrong Alhaitham..?" You had a concerned look on your face. "Why are you coughing up flowers?!"

"I'm dying... A-And I just wante-" Cough, cough. "..Wanted to let you know..."

"What is it Alhaitham? Please... Tell me..!" You were panicking, you didn't know what to do but call a doctor. But everyone's asleep... You didn't know if a doctor was awake at this time or not.

"I have a disease..." He continues to speak weakly, and quietly. He puts his hand on yours as you caress his face. What a peaceful and sweet way for him to go into a deep, deep sleep. "And I-I.." Cough, cough, cough. Alhaitham's chest heaved, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I love you," he whispered, his voice growing ever weaker. "I love you so much."

Your heart shattered at the words, the pain of Alhaitham's unreturned love now a physical weight and pain in his chest. "You'll always be the one I loved most. Don't forget that." he whispered, your tears now falling onto Alhaitham's chest as you're now holding his hand tightly.

And so, he lays in silence on your lap, his chest heavy with regret and his heart breaking with each passing moment. He knew that he could not hold on for much longer, that the disease was consuming him at an alarming rate, but he couldn't bring himself to let go.

"I.. I love you too.." You finally replied to what Alhaitham said. But Alhaitham shook his head, his heart breaking all over again. "No, you don't understand," he said, his voice heavy with sorrow. "You don't love me in the way that I need to be loved."

"I'm sorry, Alhaitham.. Just please stay a little longer... Don't go, don't leave just yet..." You start to sob even more. You'll miss Alhaitham a lot, you thought you were so dumb for not noticing his feelings for you. And now, here you and him have to pay the price.

A faint smile played at his lips. "I have to," he said softly. "But I'll always be with you. In your heart and in your memories." Alhaitham continued to smile at you. His smile was so sweet and genuine.

You sobbed even harder, your heart breaking into a million pieces as you watch Alhaitham take his last breath. The hanahaki disease had taken him for forever, but his memory and the guilt would live on in your heart forever.

#alhaitham #alhaitham angst #genshin angst #angst #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham genshin #genshin impact alhaitham #alhaitham genshin impact

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cravingsfromatwistedone · 2 years

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Head empty, only:

Yandere Idia + Persephone!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

Yandere Riddle + Pet!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

Yandere Vil + Magic Mirror!Captive!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

Yandere Jamil + Genie!Enslaved!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

Yandere Malleus + Tinkerbell-size Fae!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

Yandere Leona + Farena’s Captive!Spouse!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

Yandere Azul + Contract!Royal!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

✨Yandere & Stockholm Syndrome✨

THE ONE WHO THEIR HEART BEATS FOR [ DRABBLE / YANDERE ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: MY, YOUR HEAD IS FILLED WITH SO MUCH DESIRES MY DARLING!~ I THINK THERE'S MORE TO YANDERE AND LESS OF STOCKHOLM SYNDROME SO I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR IT, MY DEAR! THIS ISN'T A REQUEST BUT INSPIRATION STRUCK ME SO I HAD TO!

YANDERE! DORM LEADERS + JAMIL VIPER X FEM!READER

THIS IS SET IN A FANTASY AU + IDIA IS IMPLIED TO HAVE INHERITED HIS GRANDFATHER'S THRONE IN THE UNDERWORLD

Yandere! Idia would follow you all the time, no matter where you go, he would always lurk behind you; sending sharp glares to his underlings when they had stared at you far too long for his liking. The fiery headed male would go so far to execute them when they talked to you in a tone that deemed disrespectful to you.When your eyes came across one another, he would shyly smile at you before looking away to another direction, your ephemeral beauty was far too much for him to handle. After months of trying to win your affection, the male was overjoyed when you started to reciprocate his feelings, your fingers intertwined with his. He could only smile fondly at the scars that marred your beautiful skin, scars that came from the punishments he gave you after each and every attempt of running away from him. It was for you own good after all. The world is cruel and unjust. Thus he'll keep you locked away in the Underworld forever, in his loving possessive embrace

Yandere! Riddle is more stricter than before, he would make schedules on what time you'd eat, sleep and bathe and if you were to miss just by a second; grave consequences awaits you. He was doing it for your own good so don't give him that teary-eyed look; the bleeding cut on your lip is proof of his endearment to you. Aside from such harsh treatments, Riddle is always and I mean ALWAYS, treats you so so sweetly. He kisses your bruises and tears away as the white cloth he holds soaks up the blood that spills out of your cuts. When you're being on your best behavior, he would give you an array of treats; from the sweetest chocolate eclair to the most bitter tea you could have ever drank to the most beautiful handsewn dresses he could ever buy for you. If you continue to be such a good pet for him, you'll always be in his good graces no matter what

Yandere! Vil confides in you, all of his saddest darkest insecurities are stored right in your brain; seeking of your comfort and love after a long day of working. He met you in one of the studios he worked in and was smitten by how kind and supportive you were to him, always thinking and putting him first before anyone; before YOU even! That's what made him do initiate such a drastic act, trapping you in one of mirrors held in his room, surrounded by beautiful portraits of him so that whenever he leaves the room; you'll always be reminded of him and him only. Eventually you learned how to cherish the male, showering him with praises and affectionate names once he enters the room; he's the only human being that you could talk to in this lonely house

Yandere! Jamil caught you right where he wanted, to be forever his. Knowing that you were a genie, he had to find holes in your wishing rules and when he made the first wish, you knew you were already bounded to him till death; to his utmost pleasure and satisfaction when he saw the terror in your eyes. His wishes weren't always grand like the previous owners, rather he would always ask you to come out of your lamp and lay by his side until the sun has risen. Throughout the entire night, his grip around you is gentle yet firm and sometimes your hands would slip under the pillows, slowly retracting them back once you felt the familiar cold metal blade that belonged to a knife that he keeps under it; he's taking extra precautions after all, he wouldn't want anyone stealing away his precious gem

Yandere! Malleus is far too clingy and overprotective. Look at you, you're so small that Malleus could simply grab you and crush you in his palms if he wanted to; you need protection, you need his protection. That's why he keeps you with him all the time, no matter where he goes; you're right by his side. Everyone thinks that you're just a pet that he keeps in jar but he begs to differ; you're his prized possession, the love and light of his life and he'll kill anyone that touches a single strand of your hair, he means it truly. He's just that in love with you, my dear and you wholly bask in his affection. After everything he had given to you, it would have been cruel to just deny it; you'll never be able to get this treatment from anyone other than him

Yandere! Leona sealed a ring on your finger after Farena saw how interested he was in you. Though the older brother can't wrap his head around what made him want to marry you; you were just another captive that he caught during his travels, another being that had its fate sealed to be a slave to the royals forever but alas knowing Farena, he would do anything to make his little brother happy and thus he allowed the marriage to happen without a hitch. The secondborn prince revels in how you scatter across the room whenever he's near you, eyes wide and legs trembling but don't be afraid; he's your husband after all. He'll crush and break you to pieces before building you up into his perfect little obedient wife; one that would always worship him at his feet. Soon enough, you'll learn to love him like how he loves you and if you still persists the lion's advances, know that you'll be receiving his sharp fangs and claws as punishment

Yandere! Azul could only laugh at your tear stricken face as you signed the contract, assuring you sweetly that it's what a princess would do for her kingdom and its people. Per contract, he'll do everything to make sure your kingdom flourishes under his rule, of course a king is not a king without his queen right? He'll have you glued to his side at all times, if not most of the time. The meroctupus was never seen without his dazzling queen, arm linked together as they walked down the castle's corridors. You see, he had his eyes on you for months, he remembered how he saw your radiant smile for the very first as you waved to the people from your carriage and at that moment, he was smitten by you and he was determined to make you his. He pulled so many strings to ensure your kingdom would fall to ruins, just so you could come to him on your knees, pleading and begging for his help and you did. You'll forgive him, won't you angelfish? He did it out of his love for you

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animestsstuff2 · 23 days

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A Dragons beauty

Barbarian Bakugou x reader

description: King Endeavour Enji Todoroki has recently traded his youngest daughter Kya to end the almost five year war with the Villianous group lead by a man known as shigaraki. It was agreed that Mitsuki, leader of the Dragon-Blood clan and Endeavours children would wed to join their forces to help defeat Shigarakis clan, a long war which neither were winning nor could continue fighting. Kya was Endeavours youngest child and what he believes to be a failure; all his children were healthy and strong, you however were weak when you were born, small and frail and the picture of your mother who died birthing you. it was a miracle you made it but you had been a bother ever since. when the opportunity arose for him to get rid of you he didn't hesitate, you'd hardly survive anyways in the Dragon-blood clan out in the mountains.

Content warning: forced/arranged marriage, war talk, physical+mental abuse, dysfunctional family, slight age gap (p.s. changed the ages of the todoroki siblings to fit in more with the time period)

Part 1

Master list

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"Kya, your father has requested your presence in his study" Your maid Hana informed. you got up from were you lay in the grass out in the courtyard. A small leather backed book lay in front of you, banded by twine as you looked up from your sketch. You nodded to your maid and got up, dusting the grass off you and picking your sketch book up.

You wandered through the stone halls humming to yourself. You reached your fathers study, knocking on the large oak doors softly. You could feel your stomach twist with growing nerves, it was never ever good when father called you into his study. His gruff voice beckoned you in and you pushed the for open, struggling slightly. You slipped in moving to stand in front of his desk as you bowed your head and straightened back up to see he hasn't even looked at you, still focused on his papers in front of him.

"You called for me father?" You mumbled softly, rubbing the leather book.

"I did, You are to be wed tomorrow morning to Mitsuki Bakugou son Katsuki so we can join forces and hopefully end the war soon" He didn't even glance at you as he dropped the information. Your heart stopped eyes now wide with shock as you opened your mouth.

"W-what? Father what do you mean" You asked, stepping forward. He finally decided to spare you a glance and only tsked at your distraught face.

"You know I do not like repeating myself Kya. The war needs to end and an agreement was made; you will marry Katsuki Bakugou, heir to the Dragon-blood clan so we can bring peace quicker to our people and so no more of our people will have to die" he explained and your chest tightened, your throat closing over as tears welled in your eyes.

"Kya! Do not start. You have a duty to your people and you will marry him its the least you can do being the embarrassment you are to our family" He snapped, standing up from his desk and slamming his palm onto it. You sniffled and turned around, running out of his study and to your chambers.

You threw yourself on your bed, grabbing your old tattered teddy bear and pulling it into your chest, tears rolling down your cheeks as you sobbed into it. You didn't want to marry some savage and be forced to leave your family, even though your father was horrible to you; your siblings treated you with love. You sniffled, wiping your eyes trying to rid the tears but more kept coming. You got up and went to your door, opening it and stepping out as you sniffled and walked down the hall to Fuyumis room. You knocked softly, still sniffling as more fat tears continued down your cheeks.

Fuyumi opened the door with a smile recognising her sisters knock only to be shocked to see your red blotchy face look up at her with teary eyes. Fuyumi immediately pulled her inside and grabbed her arms around her younger sister.

"Kya! tell me what's wrong?" She whispered as she pulled you over to her bed and sat down pulling you down beside her and wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

"Fuyumi! F-Father is ma-making me marry B-Bakugou Katsuki!" You cried through hiccups and sniffles. Fuyumi gasped at the news and pulled you closer. She couldn't believe her father.

"Kya, where did you hear this?" Fuyumi asked, grabbing both your shoulders and turning you to her. You sniffled and hiccuped, trying desperately to form a sentence.

"H-He did! he sa-said I'm getting mar-married tomorrow morning" You cried harder, your chest tight as you gasped and grabbed your dress, bunching it up in your fists. Fuyumi was shocked, unable to form any words of comfort. She pulled your into her as you sobbed into her shoulder. Her hands came to rub your back and shush you, whispering it was 'okay, everything was okay'

You eventually passed out from exhaustion. She carefully positioned you to lay on her bed, pulling her quilt over you as you hiccuped in your sleep. Fuyumi got up, leaving her room as she headed down to the outer courtyard to find her brothers and discuss this mess their father had started. She found her brothers there, practicing their swordsmanship.

"Natsu! Shoto! Father is marrying Kya off to the Dragon-Blood clan" She yelled and both brothers froze, swords dropping as they turned to their sister. Natsu eyes were wide but Photos were narrowed and angry.

"what?!" they both snapped simultaneously as they walked up to her.

"Kya just came to me sobbing saying Father is marrying her off to Katsuki Bakugou of the Dragon-Blood clan" she told them. Shotos face just twisted further with anger as Natsu couldn't believe what he was hearing. They all stared at each other briefly before Shoto turned and pushed by Fuyumi, heading to their fathers direction. The other two siblings quickly followed, running down the cobble halls after their brother.

"Your trading Kya?!" Shoto yelled as he found his father speaking with one of his constables. Endeavours head snapped, face already bunched with anger as he glared at his second youngest. He quickly turned back to his constable and excused him.

"Shoto! don't you dare raise your voice to me like that" He snapped, pupils narrowing into slits as he glared at his son who marched towards him.

"Your trading Kya!? to the Dragon-Blood clan! how can you?" Shoto roared, Natsu and Fuyumi finally caught up, standing and watching the two fight with one another.

"Yes I am and its to end this war! to bring your brother Touya home!" Endeavour shouted, face red as Shoto paused hinking of his brother who was at war; the brother he hasn't seen for almost four years.

"so we lose a sibling to gain another?! You're sick, first our mother and now Kya, you can't just get rid of her because she's like mother I won't allow it!" Shoto growled, stepping forward and shoving his father who stepped back slightly from the unexpected force. Endeavour felt anger swell in his chest as he whipped his hand back and slapped his son.

Fuyumi and Natsu rushed forward pulling Shoto back. Natsu stepping between them as Fuyumi held her brothers face. Shoto pushed her away and met his fathers piercing glare.

"Kya will be wed tomorrow and nothing will stop it. You can either attend and see your sister off or I will have all three of you locked up until she's wed and gone" He growled, glancing at his children and scoffed before walking away. Shoto tried to run after him but Natsu and Fuyumi grabbed him holding him back as he felt tears prick his eyes, chest heaving.

"what will we do Natsu?" Fuyumi turned to her other brother, eyes teary too as they realised they really couldnt do anything to save their sister. Natsu sighed, rubbing his eyes as he looked to his sister unsure of how to comfort her.

“Where is kya?” Shoto asked, still staring off in the direction their father left in. Fuyumi told Shoto that Kya was in his bedroom and all three siblings left to see you.

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Anyways new Bakugou x Reader fic! i love love love barbarian Mha AU especially katsuki fics. Anyways enjoy <3 sorry I changed the prompt of the story

#bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #shoto todoroki #endeavour #natsu #fuyumi todoroki #barbarian bakugou #izuku midoriya #deku #uraraka #bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou #barbarian AU

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 9 days

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Writing Practice ( 21 / 04 / 2024 )

#1 Version — Writing directly in English.

Context: pro-hero au.

During a city-wide coordinate villain attack, Tenko hears that the villains plan to use the sewers to leak a gas and make it explode with a timer. Hana worries, so she calls Touya to help get some sense into her brother's brain.

"I need to go under."

Tomura tried to catch his breath, looking right and left for the alignment of the sewage system underneath them. What type of leaking were they creating? How fast would it travel down the tunnels? They needed to seal each and every entrance for— what? How many blocks were they talking about? How long until the timer stopped? How—

Tenko felt first the shove, then the pain as his ass bit the pavement. When he looked up, he had to squeeze his eyes to see anything beyond the sun angled to blind him.

"Hold it," that snarl he knew. It wasn't the day looming its heat over him. It was a man with thin threads of smoke floating around him as he tried to calm down. "You're not doing shit."

Tenko spat, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloves. Ah, he thought as he searched for Hana, to no avail. Touya waited for him to move or say something.

Standing slowly, Tenko took care not to look at him.

"That might not be up to you." Where was Hana anyway? It'd be quicker if she could float him to the nearest sewer entrance. "Go now, Touya. You cannot be here."

If the villains were planning a gas leak on the sewers —and they were, Tenko would bet his life and some on what he heard earlier— they didn't have time for Touya to get stubborn. His fire quirk was a hazard at best. He must know. Hana must have talked to him on the radio while Tenko was trying to recall every late night at the agency he spent studying the prints of the city.

Even with so many villains on the loose, there was no case on staying there and waiting for the ground to explode. They were a distraction. No one saw it coming. No other fellow student or pro-hero was catching on the actual plot. Like it or not, Tenko was their best bet. He had the training, he had the knowledge—

There was a hand closing on the front of his suit, putting him impossibly close to big blue angry eyes.

"You're gonna get yourself killed." Tenko wanted to protest, but Touya was not having it. He shook his head in disbelief like he knew exactly what Tenko was about to say. "Where's your cape, moth?"

It was getting annoying. His cape was—

Touya's gaze sharpened as Tenko realized what he was being told. His cape was wrapped around a little girl on paramedics ground. His suit was fireproof, of course, but not as sturdy as his cape. Without it, if he got caught in an explosion on the sewage, he'd—

You're gonna get yourself killed.

Fuck, Touya was right.

Tenko raised his hand and Touya let go of him by instinct. Even gloved, people knew to keep their distance just in case. Tenko landed already twisting on his heels, spotting his sister on the mouth of the alley. The sunlight had moved from its previous position.

"I have a plan."

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idv-sunsxin3 · 2 years

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->Riddle Rosehearts & Twin Brother! Y/N HCs

Note// This is a random AU Brainrot, I don’t take constructive criticism,,, :3

Kinda like an AU.

I’ll rather call the twin brother “Rusen Rosehearts” rather than Y/N to be honest- 😅

The name “Rusen” means jovial and cheerful, the twin brother is technically a little bit opposite of Riddle.

But you’re still studious, polite, and a little serious when necessary like Riddle of course-

Thanks to Riddle, you are pretty much familiar with the 810 rules- 😥

Besides being around Riddle, you would wonder around and go do chores or help others around(baking with Trey, painting roses red with Cater, etc.-)

Imagine Ace freaking out at first when he first saw you and mistaken as Riddle in Chapter 1(where he had to come to Riddle to apologize but was stopped by Cater-)

He got puzzled by your kindness until you clear the misunderstanding that you’re no Riddle-

Rusen// Oh Cater- what’s with the noisy ruckus…?

Ace// H-Housewarden!!!

Rusen// …? *looks behind, then left and right, before looking puzzled at Ace *

Ace// ….???

Rusen// …! Oh! Ho ho, no no! I’m not Riddle… I’m his twin! Don’t worry fella. (n-n

Ace// …Oh-

As a twin brother, you have a deep connection with Riddle- you both pretty much read each other’s minds or make hand motion messages- one smiley look from Riddle and you already know that the person in front of him is actually vexing him.

Your dorm uniform is similar to Riddles but without the cape and crown- you always hold a croquet hammer with you- (to bonk any sussy bakas that come near you and your bro-)

At Unbirthday parties, you’re often seeing next to Riddle on the left side as Trey stays on the right side.

You’re not my OC(Hana Dyanthus), but similar to her, you are a twisted version from King of Hearts.

Riddle also gave you a similar crown as his so you both can match- 🥺

Unlike Riddle, you seem very calm and cheerful and pretty talkative- you may seem as nice, but you’re also scary whenever someone messes with Riddle or when they are saying foolish things-

Riddle pretty much grabbing your hand for a run whenever he spots Floyd approaching- oh no.

Riddle’s mind going like: hell nah, Rusen shouldn’t be near that maniac-

But too late, Floyd already calls you “Koi-chan” (sayings that Koi fish is Kingyo fish’s younger brother- but let’s just say no one is older than the other,,,, x’3)

Floyd// Ne, Jeido! Isn’t that Kingyo-Chan and Koi-Chan?! :D

Jade// Oh, indeed…~

Floyd// Let’s go say hi-

Riddle// Ah! 😥

Rusen// Is there anything bothering you, brother-

Riddle dragging you// RUN-

Rusen// EEP! (0A0

Floyd trying to continuously encourage Riddle to have a “double twins hangout”, but Riddle just keeps saying no-

Too late, Jade just kidnapped you to show you his mushrooms as Floyd and Riddle were talking HAHAHA-

Besties with Jade- :DD

Pretty much having a common thing with the eel- being fond of nature.

You have a lock screen picture of you playing pampering the hedgehogs with Riddle,,,, Both of you were smiling warmly at the camera. 🥺

You’re a 2nd year like Riddle, but pretty much being known as the “Sweetheart Senpai” by the 1st years.

Rusen// Sorry, boys… Rules are rules, you can’t use me to your advantage to get away from Riddle-

Ace// >:(

Deuce// :(

When Riddle is upset, you’re upset- wiping each other’s tears and comforting one another,,,, qwq

You both pretty much sharing the bedroom but with separate beds-(tho sometimes, one of you would come to the other to sleep closer-)

(No, your twin bond with Riddle is platonic, not incest- 😑)

Pretty much some students trying to court you while Riddle goes “IN YOUR DREAMS, LOVER BOYS!!! OFF WITH YOUR-“, overprotective twin go brrr-

Ehhhh- your unique magic would vary depending what you like it to be, but it would be nice that you can actually make objects talk to you for a temporary amount of time by chanting “Hey” three times- Riddle sometimes needs your help to track down people or get intel-

Rusen// Hey Hey Hey, Ace’s pen- do you have any idea where Ace is?

Pen// I recently heard him scream in panic that he’s going to hide at the library-

Rusen// Thanks buddy- *looks at Riddle who nods with gratitude and starting to stomp angrily on his way to Ace-*

NRC staff and some students accidentally mistaking you and Riddle sometimes in the first few days of school-

So you both have to differentiate by putting a rose pin on your NRC uniform bow instead of a crown pin- you even try to button your uniform to distinguish a little more.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland riddle #twst riddle #pins’ aus stuff #twst au #twst au// riddle’s twin brother #twst writing #twst x y/n #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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Ace Trappola’s Flower Bouquet Meaning

aka Hana rambles about flowers lolol

Twst Bdays Flower Language Masterlist

HE HAS ROSES in his bouquets!!! YESSSSS 🙌🙌🌺🌺💕💕💕

so so so I am loving all shades of pinks and purples and I just adore it.

if you think about it, shades of pink plays a role in Heartslabyul. Heartslabyul rules has students painting white flowers red. Now, if you mix those colors, it becomes pink.

In a way, this shows a blend of Ace. He respects the queen of hearts only for those expectations to be shattered because of Riddle, but then he grows and he gains that respect back after seeing how hard his dorm leader works.

Plus if you think about all those theories about Ace becoming dorm head? it’s likely will be a mix of how Ace will uphold there queen’s law but at the same time maybe he’ll add his own twist to it?

his sun, moon, and wave side changed opposite from jamil’s....I wonder if that's just design choice of has some astrology meaning. Ace also has a mage hat too which we couldn't see before because it was blocked.

Ace doesn’t really show his emotions...well, well he does, but we all know how much of a little shit he can be.

but, boy do his flowers give a bit of insight

as always, flowers have different meanings in different countries and regions and it depends on colors too. I’m just going to list some flowers that I think they are, but I could be wrong lolol

Pink Roses: (different shades of pink all have different meanings)

Dark Pink: thank you, I am grateful, gratitude, appreciation, I agree with you, I want to be with you.

Pale Pink: I am sorry, get well, healing, grace

Pink: Friendship, Chaste Love

Purple Rose: Achievement, success, high honor

Number of roses is can contribute to meaning too: [giving meaning of 10-15 since I counted at least 10]

10 Roses: You are perfection, you are pretty

11 Roses: you are my treasured one, to assure someone they are truly loved,

12 Roses: be my steady, asking them to be yours, love and admiration

13 Roses: forever friends, eternal friends, secret admirer (ace you little shit lol 😂)

14 Roses: I’m proud of you.

15 Roses: I’m really sorry, asking for forgiveness, wish for forgiveness (ace betrayal theory anyone??)

Carnation: Gratitude, never forgetting someone, you are unforgettable, thank you,

Dahlia: strength, perseverance to overcome, encouragement, You can do this, (dark colored dahlias also mean betrayal, sadness, insecurity...so betrayal theo- *ducks*)

Aster: loyalty, wisdom, faith, valor

Gerbera: cheerfulness, celebration, protected heart, emotional strength

Azalea: abundance, hope for good things to come their way, love and passion, stay true (in some countries they even mean beauty and death -cough-)

Hypericum Berries: symbol of peace, protection, rebirth

Zinnias: Absence, missing you, lasting affection, friendship.

Chrysanthemums: friendship, happiness, well-being

Awww Ace you’re so cute! 🌺🌻💕 He shows gratitude, strength, and so much more in his bouquet, essentially expressing himself in way we would never get to see usually.

Please please let all the Heartslabyul boys have roses too. And maybe, just maybe, Riddle can have one from each of his friends? That would be so cute!!

Random Facts: Flowers can be assigned to days too. So since the 23rd is on a Friday, the flowers are: Forget-me-nots (Meaning: speak up, I will not forget you, don’t forget me, true love), Carnations, Love-in-a-Mist (such pretty flowers, meaning: Kiss me, you puzzle me, opens to love), and Pink Rose. Given what's in his bouquet, I think they probably considered the day too 👏💕

Anniversaries could also be considered, since its the 3rd bdays for all the boys, their flower will be Sunflower: strength be well, strength, happiness, male healing, confidence, self-esteem, assertiveness.

Credit: Thank you to Lala (@/mobagehellocal) and Chris (@/jaberwockk) for talking flowers with me 🌺💚💕 Please, go talk flowers with them too. They are such nice people. 💚💜💕

#twisted wonderland #Ace Trappola #disney tw #disney twisted wonderland #flower meaning #twst #twst ace #twst ace trappola #flowers #twst birthdays #twisted wonderland ace trappola #broomquet #ace broomquet #Ace trappola flower bouquet #flower language

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wildissylupus · 9 days

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Can't believe I haven't done this yet but MW!New Blood's, let's go. Also I'm leaving Cassidy and Zarya last cause I've already talked about MW!Cassidy and Zarya already has a skin.

Anyway here we go;

Honestly Hana is easy for me to do as I already know why she would become a villain and join Talon. Hana was a gamer and a teenager when she was chosen for MEKA, so all you really need to do for her is make her less loyal to her country and more angry that she was cheated out of her teenage years. You could also probably add D.Mon and/or Dae-hyun getting injured or killed in a mission and bam, you got MW!D.Va. Personality wise I think she'd still be like she is in canon, except a lot crueler. I also think that in this universe she would have seeked Cassidy out to join Talon instead of the other way around. I also think that her and MW!Cassidy would have the same bitter outlook of their past and attitude towards the people involved with that past.

Pharah is probably the only MW!New Blood character I see not joining Talon and maybe even still joining Overwatch, mainly because the opposite of Fareeha wouldn't really be evil, the opposite of Fareeha would be a version of her who never wanted to be like her mother. Who despised what her mother did and everything she stood for, I honestly see this version of Pharah being very similar to canon Baptiste, except maybe a little more morally corrupt. In all honesty I could also see a MW!Pharah running a gang, maybe she takes over this worlds Deadlock gang? It would fit with the biker theme that Pharah already has in canon. I also think she would have taken her father's last name.

Baptiste, I honestly think there are two ways you can go with his character. One is that he joined Overwatch first but then left for Talon, probably having a similar storyline the Reaper in that regard, or he joined Talon and just... never left. Honestly I think this depends on what they do with MW!Sombra, but looking at the sprays and stuff I think they are putting her in a similar situation to Cassidy, meaning she was never a part of Talon. So the first option is most likely and the most interesting if we put MW!Mauga into the mix as always being an OW agent too. Basically there would be so much drama. Anyway I think MW!Baptiste's personality would mostly stay the same as canon, just with an evil twist on it. Also unlike with Cassidy I consider Baptiste's Scorpion skin as his Mirrorwatch skin cause it's a cool skin and actually fits the theme. I hate that Longhorn skin sm

Zarya, Zarya is the only one who has an offical mirrorwatch skin so I'll be looking into that for her characterisation. In Zarya's skin she has prominent veins on her arm which implies that she was undergone augmentation, most likely to make herself stronger. It honestly wouldn't surprise me if it was Vengeance. I think this version of Zarya either never became a soldier or put her own morals aside to be a soldier. Either way I think this version of Zarya never grew out of that blind loyalty that Zarya initially had, so maybe the reason Zarya is with Talon in this universe is because Katya Volskaya is with Talon in this universe?

I've already talked about MW!Cassidy so this will be a general thing. I do genuinly think that the reversed version of Cassidy would be an elite Talon member, Angela's second-in-command, someone who doesn't believe people can change for the better and constantly runs from his past instead of learning from. I also believe that this version of Cassidy would hold grudges and let his personal feelings get in the way of some missions. I think he'd be a gambling type, taking risks he knows he can handle, but he'd be less adaptable then the Cassidy in canon.

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