#twst bully au

[lizardaggro]

on the flip side (twst bully!au) part 4

sorry this didn't get out sooner; my sleep issues are really upset (might be daylight savings?) and i spent most of the past few days feeling like a zombie. i'm better now though! it's also a bit shorter than i'd like, but i didn't want to leave you guys hanging. also two fics? in one day?? crazy!

part 1 part 2 part 3 genre: gn reader, angst trigger warnings: bullying, yandere has officially escalated word count: 897

“Child of man,” Malleus said. Even his voice felt suffocating. “Lilia has informed me that some… pests have been bothering you as of late.” He must mean the others. Did he really not know? Well, you supposed it wasn’t too farfetched, since he didn’t have any friends and everyone was afraid of him, especially after his Overblot. “You need only have let me know and I would have… taken care of them. But worry not. You’ll be safe here, where no one would dare to harm you.”

Oh no. Oh no no no. It was finally happening. Malleus had lost his mind. It felt a little nice, you’d admit, knowing that at least one person still cared for you. But that didn’t mean you could accept being trapped here for who knows how long. You still had to take care of Grim and attend classes. Not to mention you hated feeling trapped.

You knew you couldn’t count on anyone to save you. Lilia was the only one who might be able to make him see reason, but he seemed to be fully complicit in the matter. The dorm leaders might be somewhat capable if they worked together, but they’d have no motive for that, other than to torment you further.

Getting angry and yelling wouldn’t solve anything here. You had to be smart about it. “Tsunotarou, I can’t stay here. You know that,” you reasoned. “I have responsibilities to take care of. Besides, wouldn’t you grow tired of me? Everyone else did, after all.” You surprised yourself with how true your sentiments were. Maybe you harbored more negative feelings about all of this than you’d realized.

Naturally you were pissed that everyone turned on you, but you’d never really stopped to think about how lonely you’d been. Even your professors would hardly give you the time of day. You didn’t even know what you possibly could’ve done to set them off. Grim and the ghosts were the only ones whose attitudes never changed; but it wasn’t the same.

Malleus was pouting; there was simply no other way to describe the look on his face. “Surely you don’t mean that; not after everything they’ve done,” he quipped. Was he serious? In what way did he think you’d enjoy being trapped inside one tiny room for who knows how long?

“Yes. I do. And I don’t appreciate you taking away my freedom like this. If you really cared about me, you’d respect my wishes.” You hoped appealing to his emotions would work, no, you needed it to work. If it didn’t, you weren’t sure how long your sanity would last.

“I do care about you, Child of Man,” he objected. “Can’t you see that’s why I’m doing this? It isn’t safe out there. You’ll get hurt by those vile beings you once called friends.” He spat out that last word, like they were undeserving of the title. You didn’t know how to feel about that.

There was one thing you did know, however: this man was delusional. He’d gone paranoid with worries for your safety, even though he knew nothing just hours ago and was fine. He’d always been a little possessive, you’d noticed, but you’d brushed it off as him being afraid of losing his one and only friend. Now this? This was a whole new level.

Ah, but then you remembered. Malleus knew about most of the bullying, but not all of it. You doubted Lilia would’ve tattled on his own dorm members. You smiled, catching him off guard. “But am I any safer in here? I bet you don’t know, after all. You don’t know how Sebek would beat me in the halls, how Silver watches me everywhere I go. It’s creepy; I don’t like it. And I’m sure Lilia didn’t tell you how he tries to poison me with his cooking,” you listed calmly, as if you were having an ordinary conversation.

“They WHAT?!” Malleus shouted. “LILIA! SILVER! SEBEK! GET OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!” You flinched; he was usually so calm, you didn’t expect him to suddenly yell like that. It was good that he believed you, not that you were lying. You didn’t have a backup plan.

As the unfortunate trio entered the room, you made your way over to the door. You thought you’d managed to slip out unnoticed, but Lilia shot you a wink. Did that mean he’d keep his mouth shut about your escape? You could only hope.

You ran through the halls, Malleus’s shouting covering up the sounds of your footfalls. You knew this place like the back of your hand, so you weren’t at risk of getting lost. The only question was how long the lecture would last. If you were lucky, Lilia would buy you some time, but you wouldn’t count on it.

And then, at last, you were safe, on the other side of the portal. You were totally winded, after having had the run of your life. Everything seemed great, but then you heard a voice.

“Oya? What do we have here? What were you doing in Diasomnia, prefect?” Jade asked with a definitely fake smile like he didn’t know exactly what you were doing in Diasomnia. Oh, great. Azul was with him too. How… lovely. Staying with Malleus was starting to sound like it wasn’t so bad after all. No, nevermind. It was definitely worse.

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[ekkocherry]

Okay, I just decided to open twst yandere tag because it wasn't appearing on my "your tags" page and I saw a bully!au fanfic and I thought, "hm... Why not read it and get deep onto the au :D" worst mistake of my fucking life.

IT FUCKING HURT ME MENTALLY LIKE HOLY SHIT THE MC IS NOT OKAY. USUALLY I USE MY OC (who has a terrible experience with Yanderes and stuff) AS THE MC/READER, SO THIS MAKE THINGS NOT EASIER. MY OC IS GONNA BE IN DEEP DEPRESSION AND ISOLATION.

I'M PLANNING ON MAKING A FANFIC ABT THE MC/READER STARTS TO FUCKING SNAP AND I WAS PLANNING IT TO BE A YAN!TWST X READER/OC BUT I WASN'T SURE BUT NOT I'M 50% SURE I WOULD DO IT.

(tbh my eyes is fucking dry right now from the crying and all that shit)

[azulsluver]

tw. yandere, bully!characters, manipulation, possessive behavior, heavy dehumanization, humiliation, starvation.

Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore

Everyone loved Kalim. Kalim was someone who people looked out for. Easily making friends with a happy ray of smile, it’s so so easy. You sometimes wish you were like Kalim, welcomed with open arms. Trying to befriend Kalim was not as easy as you thought, scared away by his overwhelming behavior, anxiety and fear because you weren’t so use to basic human decency. 

You were just a little too late. Word goes around from Cater’s schemes, your name dirty to everyone who looked your way. Glancing over at Kalim who’s ushered away from you...”you’re bad influence,” Jamil would say. There was small hope in you, chewing your bottom lip as Kalim looks back to see your intimidated figure. 

Kalim is smart enough to understand what was right and not. Frankly, he didn’t care about about your reputation. You’re you, the whispers of your name flood the halls and offices. Being you is no fun, because you are nothing but someone Kalim can easily walk over.

He’s keen on the thought.

Over the years Kalim “did” try to see what all the fuss was about, what’s got people so worked up about you? Magic was not in your blood, the legacy of your name had no value and yet you kept going. You still managed to survive the horrors of that school, he’s more than impressed.

He would never forget the day Riddle ordered you around like some brainless mutt, the fear and obedience in your eyes made his mind clog like water. Kalim is used to seeing people get told what and what not to do back in his hometown. He’s never liked it, but maybe this’ll be a change of heart.

Talk about horrible timing. Kalim will swoop you into his arms if you had any trouble involving money or got into some sort of debt. He’s more than happy to pay it, for a price. Not trying to sound like Azul, Kalim will be reminded of you once pure boredom settles in.

Someone is in trouble, in need, you need him and he's all too willing with an outstretched hand. The smile on his face is ill to look at, the face of kindness makes your skin itch with fear. Because as much as you didn't interact with Kalim, hanging around with the fake faced of hope was your set of reality

And you were right, Kalim was horrible. His tantrums are almost as wild as Floyd's yet he knew to better control himself, throwing fits in private you'd rather have servants running around to avoid his wrath. He would always want you near him, in his presence and by his side only. If Kalim wasn't able to watch you 24/7 that's what Jamil's good for.

Your position in Kalim's life is nothing but degrading. The fond hand of his would pet the top of your head - like a mutt. Kalim prefers to call you by many names, but being called a mutt occurs when his temper is lost. You learned the hard way that to have the things you wanted meant pleasing Kalim first. Every beck and call must you drop everything you're doing to be near him, the jingle of your collar will let him know you've been listening.

It's odd and uncomfortable on the floor, no matter how clean and smooth the ground is. Always on your knees and never your gracious two feet you were born with. Standing on feet will result in you being punished, locked in a room with no light or food. A simple mistake can have you thinning within weeks.

There’s kindness behind Kalim’s work. He’d always cry seeing your defeated and malnourished figure. It’s your mind playing tricks with you, but salivation of your basic needs begging to be taken care of sounds like a luxury. So you couldn’t help but whimper into his neck as he pets the back of your spine; telling you it’s your fault for him treating you this way. He never wants to treat his pets like this, but things must be done in order for a proper domestication.

Jamil has always been there from the beginning of it all. The first person to see when you’ve awaken and the last when slumbering. You prefer not to anger him, that got you nothing but the eyes he was blessed with.

His eyes were nothing but beautiful. But they were sharp, calculating and cruel. You know it’s done on purpose, when you had the wheels of your life, he took that away with a single stare. Something inhumane in them, staring too long has your head drawn low out of fear. Because you knew what he’s capable of.

You’re meant to be kept alive, you don’t make his job easy when you’re throwing items across the room from him after spending time with Kalim. Jamil takes this opportunity to try and gain your trust, even if he fails to support that intention by giving into his desires, you’d slowly start to believe in him.

Biting on the hand that feeds earns you a slap back, flinching whenever a finger lays on you. Growth, there is always room for it, the teeth reflective and becomes less, now you bow your head to instead lick at the palm like a good dog. The best there is, and the only thing you’ll be good for.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Of Truths & Dreams; Sebek Zigvolt

Dreams can tell you a lot about a person. Their wants, their fears. But sometimes they can tell you the truth, and sometimes it isn't pretty.

Supporting Characters; Silver & Professor Trein

Content; Soulmate AU (I call them soul matches though), gender-neutral reader, can be read as familial, platonic, or romantic, enemies-to-friends-to-*insert your relationship here*, reader is done with Sebek's bullshit, bullying Sebek hours (affectionate)

Content Warnings; Talk of death, swearing

Word Count; 5 K

Do not put any of my work into AI, that shit steals. If you do I'm eating your kneecaps.

Prologue & Lilia's Story | Malleus's Story

Sebek knew, even as a young child, that his parents’ marriage would end in heartbreak. That his mother would be left alone for centuries, heartbroken, because of his father’s humanity, because he was mortal. If you know something will only end in heartbreak, why go forth with it? Are a few decades of happiness truly worth it if it will bring centuries of loneliness? 

He used to not think in that light, but the whispers of fellow children, and the look of concern in his grandfather’s eyes upon seeing a single strand of silver in his son-in-law’s hair. His father was ageing, and when compared to the fae, he was ageing rapidly. His mother would still be young when his father would be growing old and senile. That’s what started the seed of bitterness, of resentment, of fear. 

Sebek was scared. He was scared that he may be dealt the same hand of fate; that his lifespan would be short like his father’s. And afraid that he would outlive him by several centuries if he inherited the fae lifespan. Both terrified him, and he was only six. Six years old and sitting on the tire swing that hung from the hawthorn tree, a scowl etched into his forehead. “It isn’t fair,” he muttered under his breath.

“What isn’t fair?” The gentle voice of his father startled Sebek, who fell off the swing. The older man picked him up and dusted off Sebek’s clothes. “There we go, not even a scratch,” he chuckled, ruffling his son’s pastel green hair.

How can he be so happy? Sebek scowled, and he felt a warmness build up in his eyes, tears. “Nothing,” he spat and ran off.

Unlike his mother, Sebek could lie, and it came easier to him than his siblings. It’s because I’m closer to him. And that scared him. It scared him, and he didn’t know why. He loves his father, but his humanity, that scares him. 

Pushing something away is much easier than accepting it, even adults, both human and fae, do it. Keep that fear and hide it away, under a mask of superiority. But the truth will always come out, one way or another.

I hate you! But he didn’t, Sebek loved him, but it was easier to pretend to hate something than to love it and then for it to wither before your very own eyes. 

…

Sebek’s dreams had colour, except for one. It was a mix of fae and human, and a sign from the Thorn Fairy that he had a soul match… but why was there one colour that was missing? His dreams should have been black and white, but the sky overhead was blue, the poppies in the field a brilliant red, and the centres of daisies a cheerful yellow. But one colour was missing, green. Where green should have been, there was nothing but shades of grey.

“Is anybody there?” His voice called out. He could hear his voice, his words weren’t floating in front of him. There was also no one else in the field with him. Sebek was alone. “ANYBODY?!”

He started running, he didn’t know where to, but he needed to get away. So he ran, and he kept on running until he came across a path which forked out into two directions, a crossroad. Sebek needed to choose. Left or right?

On the left, there was a butterfly flitting lazily down the path, whereas on the right was a hornet, its stinger wielded like a sword. The butterfly reminded him of his father, as butterflies do not live for long, and were seen as demure things. The hornet reminded him of his mother and grandfather, fierce and ready to defend; they, and the hornet, were knights. They feared nothing.

Sebek took off running down the right-hand path and kept on running until he came across a familiar castle, the castle where his grandfather worked. The fires glowed grey in Sebek’s eyes, but he knew they must have been green.

“Who are you?”

Sebek startled at the voice and he turned around. Standing behind him was a boy around his age with silvery hair, and lilac eyes. He could clearly make out his face, and his voice. The boy was clearly human, and that irked Sebek; his soul match wasn’t here but this random human child was? Behind him was the butterfly from earlier, glowing white and fluttering about before coming to rest on Sebek’s chest, resting on his heart.

Go away. Leave me alone. But Sebek bit his tongue and marched into the castle. “A future knight,” he boasted, bottling down his true emotions. “I’m going to be a knight. Like my grandfather!”

The boy walked behind Sebek and gave him a sleepy hum. “That’s who you’re going to be,” he said matter of factly, “I asked who are you not who are you going to be.” Not even three minutes of knowing each other, and the relationship between the two children was off to a rocky start.

“Names have power,” Sebek huffed. “How do I know you won’t use it to cross me, human?” He spat out the last word, human, his anger out in the open, his insecurity showing itself. “You tell me yours first.”

The other boy raised a pale brow at the hostility but decided it would just be better to accommodate rather than butt heads. “Silver. And you?”

Sebek huffed, but he could tell that the boy, Silver, was being honest with him. “Sebek.”

Silver offered him a soft smile, his eyes going from the butterfly which was still resting on Sebek’s heart to his face. “It’s nice to meet you, Sebek.”

And then Sebek woke up, blinking his eyes groggily. The only thing he could remember being the castle, his wanting to be a knight, and a butterfly that wouldn’t leave him alone.

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…

The mirror took less than a second to place Sebek into Diasomnia, there was no better or other option. And Sebek was happy, so happy that he could continue serving Malleus, or in his words ‘Young Master’. Scratch that, Sebek was overjoyed. But the ceremony, which should have been perfect, was marred with chaos, because of a human. A magicless human.

Sebek shook his head. Today was good, regardless of the chaos. It should have not mattered, but Sebek couldn’t help but feel that it would have repercussions, a butterfly effect of sorts. It had the hairs on his neck stand on end. He could worry about it more in the morning though, he was of no use to anybody if he didn’t rest.

~

He was on the tire swing in the backyard, slowly going back and forth with the gentle breeze. What am I doing back here?

Usually, his dreams were about training, about being a knight, of protecting the Draconia line… not of childhood places, let alone at his own home. And sitting on the tire with him was the butterfly, still pale and glowing.

“What do you want,” he questioned the insect. 

But the bug paid him no mind and took flight, doing gentle loops around his head. And as Sebek watched the butterfly, he noticed the slow shift in his dream. Everything started to take on a green hue, and the butterfly was now a brilliant pastel green. That could mean only one thing.

They were here. Sebek didn’t really know what to think or feel. On one hand, compared to many, he hadn’t been waiting for very long, which is seen as a kind gesture from the Thorn Fairy. But on the other hand, Sebek was confused about what his colour difference could mean, and why now of all times? He didn’t have the time to go chasing after some random stranger. He had a duty to uphold, and if they got in the way, or possessed to be a danger to his Young Master… well, Sebek knew what he would have to do. 

The air in front of him shimmered. They are just entering the REM part of sleep now. Sebek clenched his fists and righted himself up, standing straight as a board. First impressions meant everything after all, and he for one did not want his first impression to be someone sitting on a tire swing and questioning flying insects. 

The air stopped shimmering, and they appeared in front of him, their appearance hidden because ‘Good things come to those who wait’ according to the Thorn Fairy. 

“Yeah, sure, why not. My day just had to get weirder,” their words floated in front of them, irritated. Sebek could feel their eyes looking him over, inspecting him, judging him. “Who are you supposed to be, huh?”

Sebek wasn’t sure what to expect when he first met his soul match, but he wasn’t expecting someone so… rude. Well, rude in his eyes at least. He felt his eye twitch, but he held together his composure. “I am your soul match!” The words were barked out, but they just floated in the breeze with no volume. The only thing that indicated that Sebek had said it loudly being the exclamation point at the end, as well as the sharpness of the letters.

But his soul match, even though he couldn’t properly make out their face, did not look impressed, and that rubbed him the wrong way. Every fae child grew up waiting in anticipation for their soul match to enter their dreams, to see their coloured hue tint their shared dreams. So why weren’t they more excited? 

“Did you pay any attention to me,” he huffed, still standing at attention, like his grandfather taught him. “I said that I’m your soul match!”

His soul match just brought their hand to their temple and massaged the spot. “I heard… saw? … you the first time, buddy,” they muttered tiredly. “That’s nice, that I’m your ‘soul match’,” they did air quotes around the term, “but I have no idea what that means or why I’m here.”

Sebek felt a lump form in his throat. Fae know about soul matches, even if it was kept secret from the outside world, fae knew. That meant that his soul match wasn’t fae, and other clans knew of the term, which only meant one thing. His soul match is human. 

They were weak and short-lived. Sebek had taught himself to look down on humans years ago, so why now, would the Thorn Fairy make his soul match human? The part of himself that he most feared?

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…

You were running on fumes. Of the meagre sleep you were able to get, you were rudely interrupted by some stranger blathering about how humans were inferior. And quite frankly it pissed you off, royally so. You already got enough shit from everyone else about being magicless in a magic-dependent world, but for your ‘soul match’, someone you barely knew but was supposed to make you happy, constantly berating you for something that you couldn’t change. Yeah, you avoided them at all costs. And when you couldn’t avoid them? Well, you ignored them. It was much easier to ignore someone when you couldn’t actually hear them; all you needed to do was shut your eyes. Could you sleep when you were already sleeping? Well, you were. It was better than paying any attention to your bristly companion.

At least the tree you were resting under was nice, but you could feel your ‘soul match’ staring daggers at you. Cracking an eye open you found them standing as straight and stiff as a board, an air of a scowl surrounding them. 

“Who pissed in your cereal?” 

Your ‘soul match’ reeled back, and you saw a bunch of nonsense spelt out in the air before they controlled themself again, going back to their stiff posture. “THAT IS RUDE AND UNBECOMING TO SAY!” Their words were all capitalized, a sure fire sign that they were yelling at you. But since your first, and honestly disastrous, meeting weeks ago, it had very little effect on you. If anything, it was funny; seeing someone who held themself in such high regard be nothing more than a yappy dog. 

You waved them off, shooing away their words. “You didn’t answer my question though. Did someone piss in your cereal?”

“NO!” They shouted, looking so fed up with you. “You are so… so… so ANNOYING,” they fumbled around with what word to use but finally decided on one. Annoying. “Humans are so annoying! The lot of you!”

And there they went again, on their anti-human tirade again. Seriously, what is their problem? “Better annoying than some stuck up prick,” you countered.

You knew you were playing with fire, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to piss them off. You were tired of playing nice in your waking hours, so in your dreams? You could be as snarky and confrontational as you pleased. Consequences be damned.

They were fuming, and sputtering. “How dare you?! What makes you think you can just act like that?!”

You sighed and got up from your resting spot, and moved over to them. “Because. I. Can.” You poked them, hard, in the chest with each word. “And what makes you think you can act like that? Like an entitled asshole who demeans and belittles others who are different from you?! What is your damage?!”

And right as your soul match was about to answer you, you left the dream, waking up from your own frustration.

Looks like it was yet another night of a restless sleep, only to be met with disappointment and wanting to do nothing more than prove everyone wrong. Prove them wrong about you, and for your soul match, prove them wrong about humans.

…

Understandably, you were not in the best of moods that day. At best you got maybe three hours of rest before you woke up due to pure frustration at your ‘soul match’ and their sour disposition. And it was noticeable, well, noticeable to some people who could pick up the subtle shift. That your smile was a bit too forced, and that you weren’t fully paying attention.

Professor Trein noticed, and Lucius had stayed on your lap throughout the entire class. And as he was walking up and down the aisles, making sure people were actually doing their work, the older man tapped you on the shoulder. “Prefect, a word after class,” it was said quietly enough that you were the only one to hear that, and he went back on patrol.

Shit, was I spacing off? You just hoped that it wasn’t anything serious. The last thing you needed was Crowley finding out about your grades slipping or any other infraction, and getting on your case and bringing up your situation for the nth time. So, the rest of the class seemed to drag on for what felt like forever, even though in reality, there were only fifteen minutes left. But every time you felt the anxiety spike, Lucius would shift in your lap or knead his paws into your uniform, dragging you away from obsessing over it. And finally, the bell rang.

“You guys go on without me,” you said to Ace, Deuce and Grim, shooting them a tired smile. “I’ll catch up with you.”

The trio waved you off, and headed off, leaving you alone with Professor Trein, who was sitting at his desk, preparing for his next lecture.

You took in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “You wanted to speak with me, Professor?”

He set his papers down, and motioned for you to take a seat, which you did. This, this meant something bad, you could tell. Why else would he motion for you to take a seat?

“Prefect,” he sighed tiredly, “have you been taking care of yourself?”

Of course he noticed, Trein, unlike your friends, noticed the familiar look. He noticed the tenseness in your shoulders, and the dark shadows under your eyes. Noticed the cheerful air grow weary, which was such a pity. You shouldn’t have to shoulder everything you do, especially while juggling all of the responsibilities and new knowledge that you’ve been acquiring. 

You looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. “No, not really,” you admitted. 

Professor Trein nodded, since he already knew that, even without the confirmation. “I won’t press you for details, but I’ll have a discussion with the others, about lightening your workload. Please, do take care of yourself, Prefect.”

Take care of yourself. That’s something you hadn’t really been doing, what with all the errands, the near-death overblot incidents, and the piss poor sleep you’ve been getting lately because of your ‘soul match’.

“I’ll try.” You couldn’t guarantee anything, but you would try.

“Alright then, that’s a start. Now, off you go, lest you be late,” he collected the papers he needed and adjusted his coat, ready for his next lecture. “Be kind to yourself, Prefect.”

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Sebek woke up that day irritated. What is your damage?! Who did that human think they were? But that statement irked him more than it really should. He wasn’t harmed, his value and worth was not impaired. So why was he so affected by the phrase? Why should he care so much about what a stranger said to him? Because no matter what, they are still your soul match. He shook his head and marched out of his room, going ahead and performing his morning duties, his mood being apparent, following him like a storm cloud.

Silver noticed this as Sebek came to a stop beside him, ready to greet Malleus. “Something is obviously upsetting you,” he murmured, shooting him a sideways look while still standing at attention.

Sebek glared at Silver out of the corner of his eye, his brow slightly pinched. “It’s none of your business,” he hissed under his breath. The last thing he needed was for the Young Master to catch wind that he was distracted while on the job. Malleus wouldn’t really mind, but Sebek wouldn’t forgive himself for his own ineptitude. 

Silver sighed and turned his eyes back towards Malleus’s door. “It’s better to admit something than bottle it up Sebek. Eventually the truth will come out, one way or another.”

“Now is not the time for that,” Sebek said, trying to control his volume. “And it doesn’t concern you.” It concerns only me and them. 

Silver raised his brow but left well enough alone, he knew better than to egg Sebek on when he was in one of his moods. But he knew that the truth would come out, and he felt like it would rear its ugly head sooner rather than later. He just hoped Sebek didn’t just blow up on the wrong person. Not because Sebek was bad for feeling whatever emotions he was feeling, but because not everyone understood him.

Maybe even Sebek didn’t even understand himself either.

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You and your soul match were back at the house, but instead of standing straight up like they had a stick up their ass, they were sitting in the tire swing, swinging gently back and forth. And the butterfly that always followed them around, was resting comfortably on their chest, right above their heart. Here was this usually grumpy and tall person, swinging on a tire swing, a butterfly on their chest, and it was kind of cute. In a really weird way. But you could tell they weren’t happy, muttering to themself.

Usually, you would poke the bear to get a reaction out of them, but tonight you didn’t want to. You were too tired to put in the effort. Plus in all the weeks of antagonising each other, you hadn’t really gotten to know them.

“Hi,” you said, coming to rest beside the tire swing.

Your soul match — who was in actuality, Sebek —  gave you a curt nod as a hello back. Something was on his mind.

“What did you mean the other day?” He turned to look at you, eyes probing to try and find something that would tell him who you were in the waking world. But your appearance remained fuzzy, except for your eyes, which gleamed softly in the green lighting of the dream. He hadn’t really paid them any attention, but now he was lost in them, and what he saw was tiredness. “What did you mean by, what is my damage?”

Sebek wasn’t angry, which surprised you. You would have thought he would be a thundering storm cloud, but he was more like the cool breeze that came once the storm had passed. And you noticed his eyes, chartreuse with vertical slits. You could have sworn that you had seen those eyes before, you knew those eyes, but the person in mind was evading you.

You sighed, and the butterfly that was resting on his chest took flight, did a loopdeloop, and came to rest over your heart instead. “I don’t know, “ you admitted. “I was angry and tired. My life is just hectic and sleep is usually an escape from that, but instead I found myself in here with you… You didn’t really help either. Kept on looking down on me for being human, so I kinda snapped… I’m sorry.”

Sebek felt his voice get stuck in his throat. I should be the sorry one. But instead he offered his hand to you. A handshake. “Don’t be sorry for your anger; it’s better out than to let it fester.”

You took his answer to heart. It felt weird, the two of you were at each other’s throats for so long, but because of your combined tiredness and realizations, there was a truce of sorts. “So,” you looked Sebek in the eye, “what does this make us?”

He raised a brow, “Well, we are soul matches. The Thorn Fairy decides upon a person who will bring out the best in you, and in turn, you do the same for them.” He scratched the back of his neck. He knew that he had to tell you everything, but it felt like he was doing something wrong; technically this is breaking a rule, but you deserved to know. “We can be anything we want to be. It’s up to us.”

“Huh, that’s nice I guess. That we get to choose what we are. Thought for a second we would be forced together by the narrative to be in a relationship,” you chuckled. But it was nice that you could choose what the two of you were. “For now how about uneasy friends?”

“Uneasy friends?”

“Yeah, ya know I can’t forgive you that easily for dissing my entire species. Kinda hard to forgive that.” Your tone was light, but you were serious. You couldn’t just go from being dearly detested to buddy-buddy with your soul match.

Sebek pursed his lips but he knew that he was in the wrong. “I’m sorry, truly.” And it was genuine. Sebek didn’t hate humans, he loved them, but that love scared him because he knew that they wouldn’t last forever. That you wouldn’t last forever. 

You leaned back, splaying out in the grass. “Well, explanations can wait. I for one want to cloud watch. You wanna join?”

Sebek rolled his eyes but decided to humour you. “What does that cloud look like?” To him it just looked like an odd blob.

“Hmmmm, kinda looks like a crocodile in a blanket burrito,” you mused. And you were kind of right, but it still looked like an odd blob to Sebek.

…

…

…

Things had quieted down in your and Sebek’s dreams, and for the first time in weeks you felt well rested and not like you were going to randomly pass out in alchemy class only to find yourself headfirst in a cauldron. Plus you felt like you could actually get along with your soul match now, but you still liked to bug them just a little bit so the two of you could bicker. It was fun to see their reactions.

“So, if you’re fae, that must mean that you’re super old right?” You had a shiteating grin on your face, and your words floated around their head, poking at them to mirror what you had said.

Sebek rolled his eyes, he had become accustomed to your sense of humour, it was charming in its own bewildering way. “I am not old!”

You bumped his shoulder, “So you’re just a kid? Ew, gross.”

“I AM NOT A CHILD EITHER!” There it is, that spark, like a bolt of lightning. “If you must know, I am attending a mage school! Therefore, I am not old.”

You hummed, thinking. “What school? Maybe we go to the same one? Although I probably would have recognized you, what with your… unique personality and being fae and all. I don’t think I could mistake you for somebody else.”

Sebek faltered. They attend a mage school? “What do you mean by that, human?” 

There was that word again, human, but this time it was said with fondness, without hostility.

“Personality or school?”

Sebek sighed, and massaged his temple. “Why do I feel like you’ll just answer both?”

You sent him a wink, “Because I will!~ Part of my charms.” You chuckled but decided to humour him by getting straight to the point. “Well, even though you can be prickly, you care very deeply. A bit awkward, but in an endearing way. Loud, and opinionated. It would be hard to miss you, ya know. I mean that in a nice way too, by the way.” You stopped, and considered what you were going to say next, as it could mean finding him in the waking world much easier, but you were ready to meet him. “As for the school thing, I go to Night Raven College.”

“WHAT?!” His words were the largest that you had ever seen, and you knew that you probably would have needed to cover your ears if you could actually hear them. “YOU GO TO NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE?! SINCE WHEN?!”

Sebek was distraught. You were so close but he didn’t even know? How could he be so blind?!

“Judging from your reaction I’m guessing you also go there, huh? Small world after all, I guess.” Your words didn’t reflect how you were actually feeling though, they mirrored Sebek’s perfectly. “Since you’re fae, I’m also guessing that you’re in Diasomnia. Am I right?”

Sebek looked at you, beguiled. “Y-yes! And what of you?!”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Huh, weird. “Looks like that’s a dead giveaway…” you muttered. Seems like the Thorn Fairy wasn’t going to make this easy for the two of you. But you got an idea. “Tomorrow at lunch, meet me in the botanical gardens! By the roses!”

You were snatched out from the land of dreams by your alarm going off, but you knew what you needed to do. You were ready to meet them. You were ready to meet your soul match.

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…

Sebek was nervous. After so much he was finally going to meet his soul match. He knew he had seen those eyes somewhere before, been subjected to their teasing on several occasions, but the dreams kept your identity secret, shrouded in mystery. But now, now he and you would know. So why was he nervous? You had come to know him in your shared dreams, but Sebek was nervous that you would reject him once you knew who he truly was.

So he had arrived at the botanical garden in a sprint, having run from his class the moment the bell signified it was over. And it was empty, save for the butterflies and other pollinators that flitted about. It gave him time to gather his thoughts, and he paced by the roses, trying to place where he had seen you before. It was all so annoyingly familiar, it was on the tip of his tongue, but your face and name evaded him. Sebek wasn’t used to being nervous.

He had placed nervousness as weakness, as something human. He couldn’t afford to be nervous, not when he had a duty to the crown to fulfil. But maybe being nervous wasn’t bad. Maybe being human wasn’t bad. Yes, they were weak and had their faults, but that’s what made them beautiful. And Sebek realized and accepted that that was just as much a part of him as it was a part of you.

Sure, it was messy, but Sebek was coming to accept that part of himself because of you. And it would be a work in progress, as he had years of a combination of an inferiority and superiority complex due to the mixture of fae and human, but he was willing to work on it. Not just because of you though, it was a combination of you, accepting himself, and forgiving his father. 

He was mad at him for so long because it was easier to be mad than to love and then lose him. He was mad for his mother. But now he just wanted to say that he was sorry. That he loved him, that he loved him so much that he was scared of losing him. 

The door to the botanical garden opened, and Sebek froze. First impressions are everything! He was about to straighten himself up, but he remembered the last time. This wasn’t a first impression, you knew him, you’ve known him for a while. So, he relaxed, he took a seat on the bench next to the roses. And focused on calming his breathing.

A butterfly, a pale green butterfly, flew around his head before coming to rest on his shoulder, crawling leisurely until it got to a comfy spot, sitting above his heart.

He looked up from looking fondly at the small insect to find you, his soul match, standing in the middle of the path with a butterfly, the same colour as his, resting on your heart.

“I knew that you felt familiar! Ha ha!” You smiled, like you had just won something.

And Sebek felt the same. 

Fin!~

Author's Notes; I love Sebek, but I also like bugging him, so I kinda made the reader a menace in this one. Go forth! Be menaces in the world! Huzzah!

Tags; @xxoomiii, @eynnwwyjth, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @savanaclaw1996

Masterlist~

[universaln0b0dy]

Twisted wonderland v.s reader (Posetif)

Note; you all now the drill by now-

The first class you had was potions. Normally you would have failed every assignment because you didn't know anything about potions at all, but at the moment you were raising your hand like there was no tomorrow.

"What happens to a love potion once it hits is expiration date?" It was a question only third years new the answer to, but you called out the answer. "Depending on the type of the love potion the effects might reverse. If you give someone an expired love potion they might start to hate you."

It was surprising just how much a few months at RSA had changed you. Neige, Amanda and the triplets had looked over your academic struggles and helped you overcome them. Now you even had a decent intrest in history, though Amanda was more fun with explaining that to you than Trein.

The students around you noticed that change as well, you a magicless human outdoing them in most of their theoretical classes.

"Amazing, last year (Name) was a horrible student, but now?" Was said at every teacher conference. Crowley felt uncomfortable by that change, just a few months ago you could be pushed around but now? You had scared most of the housewardens, some of them even fatally injured, but they couldn't prove it.

Every time someone questioned you about what happened you used that one fatal weakness to your advantage. "How could I? I have no magic."

"Grim, what do you think about asking Crowley about his process to send me back to my world?" Grim knew you were going to threaten Crowley. Amanda, her work held in high regard, didn't have the authority to send you back home, Crowley did.

The grey feline was a bit sad, he didn't want you to leave, but after all the shit you went through the least he could do was let you leave.

You sat with Grim in the cafeteria, most people left you alone, but sometimes some people were stupid enough to test their luck.

"Hey! This is our space!" A boy with cat ears yelled, slamming his tray onto the surface of the table. You continued to eat your food calmly, ignoring the boy.

"Are you death or something?" He growled, one of his friends pulled his sleeve. "Dude, stop. That student took out most of our housewardens, we shouldn't anger them." The friend said, trembling.

"That weakling? Ha! I bet they couldn't even land a h-" he couldn't continue, as a blue flame suddenly burst across him. It only burned a few pieces of his uniform, but his reaction was priceless.

"Great shot Grim. For that you will get my grilled sandwich." Is the only thing you say, calmly handing Grim the Sandwich. Grim took it as if he didn't almost burn a student.

The way both of you continued to eat your food was peaceful, a friend group of two enjoying their food. The two people that had bothered you scrambled away, trying their best to find a table as far away from you as they could.

"So Grim, how does "I will cause a revolution from the magicless people against the people with magic?" Grim shakes his head. "That is too flowery, I mean you can't guarantee that."

Right, you couldn't. Not at the moment. But an idea had formed in your head, you would leave Twisted wonderland with a caboom. A revolution as significant as the french one was back in your world.

"Don't worry Grim, I'll think of a way to make that exact threat true....."

T.b.c

[skyyletai]

I have an interesting idea for bully!au....

what do you think this could be? 👀

@azulsluver

[yaksha-lover]

Uhh slightly suggestive joke maybe idk just gonna pop a warning here jic (~ ⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)~

But I can't help but imagine telling one of the vampire guys "Oh yah the whole biting/drinking blood thing vampires have going on is kinda hot tbh" and just watching them react lmao

Riddle choking on his tea briefly, Ace trying to use the statement as fuel to tease his crush, Sebek sputtering and immediately accusing the human of being a temptress/tempter absgshsb

Idk I just feel like teasing these guys (granted idk how good I am at finding ways to do so ahaha)

Lilia can’t stop laughing, Vil’s face is full of disgust, Deuce is blushing, Rook is already running to offer his services, Jack is haunted by the statement, Leona is judging you, Azul is figuring out how to profit off of this, Floyd is also mega teasing you, Malleus’ face is neutral but he’s having some interesting revelations, Idia dies instantly.

[spoohie]

Lilia, Idia, and Cater… playing Animal Crossing… together… friends…

Cater has the prettiest island and his storage maxed out with clothes and furniture. #Audie4eva

Idia has his museum completed and all the achievement thingies. The obscure villagers are his favs, but he got Judy as a starter and she has no chance of leaving.

Lilia covered his island in tarantula models because he caught so many playing all night. Muffy is his bff.

[danika-redgrave124]

Bully TWIST VS Reader (Stalkers Tango OC)

Name: Andri Richardson

Age: 17

Year: 2nd

Dorm: Heartslabyul

Status: Dorm Leader

TWST From: King of Hearts

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Green

Personality: Similar to Namami

Sense of Style: Similar to the Visual Kei style

Unique Magic: Royal Reckoning

Royal Reckoning, where upon striking enemies, it creates ethereal projections of playing card suits (hearts, diamonds, spades and clubs) that Swirl around Andri, enhancing his attacks and providing protective barriers.

Job: Library Assistant

Favorite Food: Ratatouille

Voice Actor: Hiroshi Kamiya (Sounds Similar to Neuvillette)

Trivia

He was voted in as the dorm leader because the Heartslabyul students were tired of constantly having their magic seal for breaking a rule and Riddle being paranoid.

He works in the library as the assistant. He uses the library as a way to stay out of the dorm, so he can actually complete his work.

The Heartslabyul students like him more as the dorm leader because he's strict, but he's not constantly using his magic to get them to be perfect.

One of the few people that actually made sure Grim had food when MC left to RSA. He often left it outside of Ramshackle, knock on the door three times to let Grim know that it was him and not anybody else, and waited around the gate for Grim to snatch the food inside of the dorm.

@universaln0b0dy here's another OC of mine. I realize nobody really made a TWST verison of the King Of Hearts unless it was Yuu/Reader. They only did so for other Alice in Wonderland characters like the White Rabbit, Mad Hatter and Alice, so I decided to make my OC based off of him.

[llondonfog]

more creepy vampire dad for the fic meme please!

[✐meme] three sentence fic meme

Silver attempts to peek with morbid interest underneath the brightly colored bandage applied to his skinned knee, only for his father to gently flick his forehead with a sharp nail, a warning that's all bark and no bite.

"Let it be, child, it won't heal if you keep poking at it— run along and fetch us a snack, yes?"

With a chirpy "Of course, Papa," he scampers off from the shade towards the sprawling patch of garden behind their tiny home. The scrapes on his hands are already the pink of new skin, matching the gleam of the strawberries that sit plump and fat in his palm. They've been growing so well lately, and his father's new compost suggestion must be the cause— the dark soil fresh and clean as a rich, mossy scent fills the air.

He's quite proud of his little cultivation, and Papa is quite proud of him too when he hears that Silver intends to share the newest batch of strawberries with the other children of the village, an apology of sorts.

"I do still want to be friends and I'm sorry for getting into a fight, but I couldn't let them say such awful things about you, Papa! Perhaps after we're all friends again, they can come over and pick the strawberries with us and see that I was telling the truth?"

But the scrapes and bruises are worth the scolding when his father chuckles as if Silver's told the funniest joke in the world ("Who could have raised such a kind and forgiving child? It certainly wasn't me!") and ruffles his hair with that enigmatic smile, murmuring his gratitude for such a brilliant knight in shining armor. Popping a strawberry in his mouth with uncharacteristic relish, stem and all, his father reclines back in the shade, lidded gaze wandering lazily over to the compost pile.

"Perhaps they will, child. Perhaps they will."

[lizardaggro]

on the flip side (twst bully!au) pt 3

here we are, the long-awaited (it was literally like 1 day) part 3!! i wanted to declare on one of the actual chapters since those get seen by the most people that I DID NOT MAKE THIS AU, credit i believe goes to @azulsluver. i swear i don't hate you guys, leaving everything on a cliffhanger, but the good news is i have a lot of time on my hands due to chronic illness so i can update super often. also i gave up on the purple theme on posts bc tumblr hates me and always leaves the end of the word count black.

part 1 part 2

genre: gn reader, angst trigger warnings: bullying, mild yandere (will be escalating throughout the series, but no non-con) word count: 1246

You couldn’t really afford to space out and think about it though, not when he was right in front of you. Riddle tapped his foot impatiently, clearly irate at your lack of response. “Well?” He asked. “Do you not even have anything to say in your defense?”

Oh dear. However were you supposed to get rid of him when he was so intent on getting some sort of answer out of you? You had no idea what he wanted! He was more difficult to threaten, too, since you’d made up your mind that you didn’t want to be like your tormentors and completely ruin others’ lives. No, your end goal was just to make them leave you alone. After everything you’d been through, you really didn’t want to see them again.

It might seem strange to some people, that you weren’t dead set on destroying any semblance of normalcy they once had. You had all the ammunition you needed, of course. The Overblot victims would be the easiest to topple, considering what they’d done in and leading up to that state. But you didn’t think you were a particularly vengeful person; at least, you didn’t want to be. Crowley had always said that you must’ve been sent here to get his precious students to work together, so clearly you weren’t like them.

“I never asked for this, Riddle. Any of this. So if you think somewhere in your fucked-up mentality that you’re doing me some sort of favor, you’re dead wrong,” you intoned. Indeed, even though you just wanted them gone, you missed the days when you were all friends. Back when you thought everyone had your back no matter what. Oh, if only you knew what they’d do for you. It wouldn’t be hard at all to push some of the more unstable students over the edge. Those who felt they didn’t have anyone else. Much like a certain dragon fae who never did seem to get invited to things.

Riddle looked like he was about to say something, but before he could, he was drenched by a great torrential rain. Where did that come from? Didn’t the forecast say it was supposed to be clear skies and sunny for the rest of the week? Your question was soon answered, as you had two more visitors.

“Silver? Sebek? What brings you here?” You inquired, not at all amused. When those two showed up at the same time, it could only mean one thing, and it wasn’t good. Riddle looked like he had caught on as well, since he stepped in front of you, as if that would do any good.

“LORD MALLEUS REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE!!” Sebek boomed. You’d made progress on his volume in the past, so you were sure he did it just to annoy you. Silver just stared. He always stared, you felt like. Sometimes you swore you could feel his eyes on you even when he was nowhere to be found.

“Oh, gee, I wonder what that’s about,” you snarked. “Poor little princey-poo doesn’t want his embarrassing little secrets getting out? Well you can tell him to fuck off.” You must’ve been feeling especially brave, since normally you knew that defying Malleus Draconia was as good as a death sentence. He wasn’t even that bad, compared to some of the others. He just… locked you in his room and made you listen to him talk, with no room to get a word in edgewise. He’d go on and on about one thing or another for HOURS, with no regard for your schedule or your bodily needs. Clearly fae had a different sense of time than most.

It was the loss of control over your own life that you hated; that, and that if he really still considered you a friend, he never bothered to do anything about your bullies. You knew he was more than capable; you’d witnessed his strength firsthand on multiple occasions. You didn’t know what his endgame was, and frankly you were too scared to find out. He could trap you there forever and you wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it.

Sebek was not amused. He raised an arm, likely to strike you, but Silver placed a hand on it, effectively stopping him. “Don’t. You wouldn’t want Lord Malleus to see a bruise on them,” he reasoned. You didn’t get it. Since when would he care? Sebek roughly shoved Riddle out of the way, despite all his objections, and nonchalantly slung you over his shoulder.

“What the hell?!” You screeched, pounding your fists on his back. “Put me down! I’m not going!” You weren’t sure why you were objecting so vehemently; this time wasn’t any different than the others. But something about the dark gray clouds pouring rain on what should’ve been a lovely day just told you that this was not going to be good.

But alas, your plight was ignored. The three of you made your way to Diasomnia in silence. No one bothered to stop and stare in the halls, as you being carried off by people was somewhat of a normal occurrence. You could swear Savannahclaw and Diasomnia even had some sort of twisted capture-the-flag game going, for whatever reason.

When you entered the gothic-style castle, you were greeted by none other than Lilia. Much like Malleus, he’d never bothered you too terribly, only engaging in less-than-welcome pranks. You knew he was far older than he let on, so you supposed he didn’t see the point in such childish endeavors. There was, however, one thing you feared about the man: his cooking, which he tried to shove down your throat at every opportunity. How Silver grew up healthy you’d never know.

And so, of course, you were greeted by a plate of… well, goop, to put it nicely. “Here, have a seat, dear, I made lasagna,” Lilia offered with what you assumed was supposed to be a warm smile. To you in that moment, with the fumes starting to reach your nose, it looked like a shit-eating grin.

“I’ll pass, thanks. That is to say, I’d rather die than eat that shit, because it looks and smells like it’ll send me straight to hell,” you deadpanned. Sebek let out an unholy screech and started ranting about how dare you refuse Lord Lilia, even though you knew he wouldn’t want to eat it either. You did your best to tune him out. Silver looked relieved, surprisingly enough. You supposed he was able to empathize since he grew up eating the stuff.

Luckily for you, Lilia just sighed and walked off, taking his culinary abomination with him. The three of you who remained shared a look. “How are you still alive after all these years?” You asked Silver. He shrugged. If even he didn’t know, you’d just call it a miracle.

“SILVER, QUIT FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY! LORD MALLEUS IS WAITING!” Sebek practically screamed in your ear. You really wished he would stop doing that. But you had more important things to worry about, like your impending death by dragon fae. Once you arrived at Malleus’s room, Sebek set you down and pushed you inside. You heard the lock click behind you. You gulped, feeling the pressure of being alone in a room with a presumably angry and very powerful mage. You looked up to see a pair of emerald eyes staring you down. Oh boy, this was not going to be fun.

taglist: @twistedcece @slxt4h1m @teawhere @pleasehugmeaether @reivelmin @aoiyx

[writingforatwistedworld]

Otome au-Character introduction: Jade Leech

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, manipulation, bullying, stalking

Position:

Commoner/Helping hand of Azul

Backstory:

Jade and his twin brother grew up in a family who earned their savings through... uh... not so safe ways. This led them to be rather lonely and avoided by most people. However, there was one individual that intrigued him very much. That one was a certain octopus who came from a family which could use black magic. Jade was used to be the one who was feared, not to be the one who watched someone being feared. Soon his occasional accidental sightings of the octopus turned into planned run-ins. Of course always without his subject of attention never noticing.

He could have cried from frustration when he heard that the octopus had been exiled. This being his last straw he made the quick decision to follow the black magician, his brother following and encouraging his decision. This was probably the only time in his life that he acted without logic. He just couldn't stay away from the abilities of the exiled individual. How could they just throw away such a talented person??! If they hadn't been so stuck in their old ways then they might have seen how beneficial he could have been. This was the beginning of how he entered Azuls services.

How did he become Self-aware?

It was all thanks to Azul. Watching the octopus as much as he did the eel soon noticed that something was not normal. One day Azul was staring just into nothing, mumbling that “this can't be!” and “why me?” which soon turned into determination. Counting one and one together (and occasional asking Azul directly) he finally found out what was happening. The octopus dying? On him? Oh no! No one would dare to take his entertainment away! This his brother decided to chime in as well and form a plan to protect their entertainment which had grown over time onto them.

N̸̘̲͍̼̲͕͆̓͊̑̿͛̾̎͗͐͘͝o̷̤͈̪͂̑̑ ̸̨̛͍̞̦̼̟͈̰͉͉́̐̈͒̐̇̈́̽̀̕m̸̨̘̗̥̠̂͜a̸̢̛̦͎̤̣̹̲͙̳̽̒̄̔͗̒͋̈́̊́͝͠ṱ̸̡̢̱̲̝͔̗̞̺̠̖͊̈́̅̽̇ͅt̶̛̲̏͆͒̀̅̀̅͊͗̓ę̸̥͉͉͛̄̓̿̀̏͊r̴̰̒͗̅͒̌̈́̋ ̷̡̛̱͎̭͖̺͕̪̝̪̍̈́͛̓̆w̵̡̱̱̠̤̹̺̘̃̾́̋̕h̴̹͇̘̠͙̳̰͉̝͛̆̋́̃̎̃͛̚ó̶̜͎̗̤̝̝̠͚͗͒͌̀͐̃'̴̳̠̱͕̝͎͍̘͖͈͂ș̴̡̛̬̼̱̮̙͙̭̝͈͍̋̃͑͜͠͝͝ ̸͉̣̘͋̒͑̀͒̒̀͋ţ̴̢̪͕̬͎̬͍̦͕̄͌̇̿͐̇̌̒̊h̵͔̙̫̣̣̺͈̠́̄͛̑̑͊̐͛̈̓̅͊̄̀̓ȅ̴̛͉̓̍̆̿̂́͐ ̴̛̮̭́̒͛́̂̇̈́́͠ḩ̶̨̛͕̥̠̮̫̼͖͍̗̮͉̫͊͂̚ę̸̨͓̦͔̰̮̥͙͍̅̌͋́̈́͑̀̅̀͝͝ĺ̶̠͎͉̜̼͚͉͓̣̃́́́̂͐͐͒̒̿͗͘͝p̴̛̟͎͖̙̭̮̱̪̮̹̹̀̾̇̂̈́͐͗͌̓ͅͅ ̸̝̭̗̪̲̰̤͕͇̝͇̝̗̤̱̇̉t̵̡͇͙̲̿͊͜h̶̘̪̦̫̣̖̟̒̎͆͝e̴̢̠̝͈͇̱͇̘̻̖̘̐͗̽̐̚͝͝y̶̥͐̏̏̓͗͐̐̀͆͛͋̚ ̸̺̭͈̙̘̤̻̩̻̏͗̾͒̍̒̈́́̋̓̚͝ͅṅ̵̨̥̱̠̉́̑́̌͂͘̕͜ë̸̡̟͚̹͜͜͠e̸̡̧̞͍̮͚͛̈͋̓̐̇͑̏̄̐̅d̸̹̜̩͕̤̼̦͍̠̉̓̀̊̿̔̾̍͛̀͛͜ͅȩ̴̩̘̻̉́͂̎̀͂̒͐͠d̸̢̨̧̲̬̭̫̹̲̖̗͙̮̤̪͌̃̒͊̓ ̸͉̖̖̩͒̽̾̃̊̿͐̂̐̒̓̀͜͠t̵̖̻͍̲͖̠͚̖̥͊͋͗̇̇̾̽̑o̶͔̲̠̳͈͎̔̔͌ ̵͇͓͉͗͘r̷͈̣̭̝̎̍̀̽̀͊̍ȩ̷̧̨̻̗̖̗̟̗̱̹͓̽̂͐̍̾̋́̍̉̐q̵̢̧͔͓̻̭̙̰͇̬̯̀̆̈́́ȗ̴̹͉͙̱͖̥̮̯̰̯̈́̐e̸̡̞̖̲͍͆̉́̂͋͐̓̑͘̕͘̕͝͝ͅṣ̷̡̓̊̔̊̆͆̇̇̃̇t̵̬̘͚͔̙̬̰͂͆͜.̴̖̦̣̣̙̺̇̄̈́̆͑̈̾̍̔̓͠͝

To be born to witness love, steal and to use it for ones benefit, what a wonderful feeling!

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[authoruio]

Haha Idol AU doodles

(only) two Incorrect quotes under! (because I need to focus on something important LOL)

@starry-night-rose @rosietrace @windbornearchon @sakuramidnight15 @fumikomiyasaki @nem0-nee @gluttoniscalamity

[azulsluver]

I just want to ramble a little bit but- My personal scenario/headcanon for Bully au (which by the way, I love your writing) is that maybe one day reader decides to disappear, even if for a little while, maybe they just hide in some place for a long period of time (or hilariously and sneakily find a way to avoid their bullies throughout an entire day, or even crazier a whole week!!). They're so emotionally destroyed that they start to actually believe their insults and awful treatment they endured, and so they decide to just isolate themselves further somewhere no one can "be burdened by me"- Which in turn causes everyone else to at first get pissed off and then more and more (slightly, very slightly) worried that their punching bag is missing.... Perhaps, even have escaped them? 👀 I would love to see who loses their composure first, even if they don't admit their obsession at all lmao

Anon you don’t know what you’re doing to me //0//

tw. Bully!characters, no one takes you seriously kinda, yandere, stalking, baby tantrums.

This was more crack than anything serious…idk what happened but rants bellow!

They genuinely start tweakin:

Riddle, Deuce, Kalim, Malleus, Jack, Silver, Ruggie, Idia, Vil

They’re the ones that usually have their eyes on you, to find out that you’re missing and not at a place they SPECIFICALLY told you to be/stay flares their attention. Sure they can last a couple of days without you but a week? Nuh uh, they think they’re responsible for whatever you do, once they find you you’re getting a whole lecture. Telling you they’d get in trouble if they hadn’t found you sooner but let’s be real here.

But if you hid in a place far far away from them (which is impressive and impossible tbh) they’re already having a meltdown. Biting fingernails, aggressively running their fingers through their hair. All of that, and the ones who usually stay composed in situations like these (Ruggie/Riddle/Malleus) start to overthink so bad that they look beyond stress. It’s the thought that maybe you ran away from them or worse got kidnapped or lost. Which makes them have more of a reason to keep a tighter leash on you.

Ok but Kalim, Idia and Deuce cry like babies and throw tantrums.

Let the imagination work so think of Vil sitting on the kitchen table with his hair tied up and a face mask on while wearing a robe, a cup of coffee in his hands as he stares off into the distance that looks like he’s about to stab someone. He deadass thinks he’s growing grey hairs and has eyebags because his favorite punching bag is missing after two weeks. Who is he gonna step on now..

Gets pissed off:

Leona, Ace, Azul, Sebek, Epel, Jamil

“But why?” Is what they said when they perfectly understand the problem. Do they feel bad? No. In fact people like Leona and Azul can go through days without you because they’re always busy with something rather than terrorizing you. BUT you have to understand that as much as they pretend to not care they aren’t willing to clean up the mess after your pity party.

Jamil and Sebek are only mad about you disappearing is because of Malleus and Kalim’s whining. Please save them.

Ace and Epel are the ones who are mega mad as in a corny way. “How dare my punching bag run away from me and disappear for days!!” Typa stuff. Unbeknownst to them they double the insults and it makes you even more depressed lmaoo.

Ehhh Jamil may actually panic as well, because when Kalim isn’t happy no one is. And he does misses you personally, worries when he finds you (which is really scary to [Name’s] pov bc why is he so caring??) he’s all over you to make sure you aren’t injured or anything. Still pissed so he might slap the back of your head a couple of times and lecture you + same thing goes when Sebek finds you except he doesn’t comfort you.

Thinks it’s amusing:

Rook, Jade, Floyd, Trey, Cater, Lilia,

“Ohoho did I go overboard?” Yea you did. Anyways little shits don’t feel bad in fact they think it’s funny and cute that you disappeared because you couldn’t handle the insults and took it for granted. Lilia and Jade giving you false comfort just to do it all over again when you make a mistake. They probably already know your hiding spots and camp there to experiment how long it’ll take for you to come crawling back.

Maybe, just a little bit that Trey feels bad. He coddles you for a while then goes right back to gaslighting because he’s always right and when he says these things to you it’s because you’re wrong!! The type to restrict his affections if you decide to go into another episode of running away and crying. Cater knows where ya at bc you have location on.

At first Floyd was pissed because his resting place is missing, like bae where you go? But eventually he understands where you went because for some reason he’s bullying everyone around him and stalking your location to see where ya at. Mocks you once he finds you, really mean but it wasn’t “entirely” intentional. Like he knows he’s at fault and is trying to cheer you up by mocking your “problems”. Ok but don’t do that again or he’s going on the genuinely tweakin box.

We all saw Rook being in this section no surprise. Knows every little place you could be right now, has his eyes on you 24/7. “My love I didn’t mean to say your lips are chapped and you can use some Vaseline but the whole thing would be gone isa joke :(“ it’s not. Purposely picks out your insecurities so you can do another runaway.

[lovelybrooke]

So I recently read most of @tiyoin work for their Social Anxiety Yuu series, and I highly suggest you checking their work out, all of it not just their Social Anxiety Yuu stuff. However, it inspired a thought for a au, so sit back this might be a long one.

When it comes to twisted wonderland, I feel like we don't talk enough about the mental repercussions of being transported to a world so drastically different from your own. It's not just the magic, it's the technology, the cultures, the way of life. It's all so much that I feel like would be a lot to get used to. So unlike in game, where most characters welcoming Yuu with open arms, I feel like it would make a lot more sense to be ostracized by a lot of people. I know Yuu already is in game, but that's usually from side characters.

In tiyoin's work, Yuu and reader are separate characters who were friends before being transported to NRC. While Yuu is more charismatic and outgoing, reader is more awkward and aloof. Where my idea differs though is that reader isn't treated as kindly by the students compared to Yuu.

Maybe it's because reader is more awkward, or maybe it's because it takes too long for reader to understand this new world that they were thrown into randomly, but for some reason people just don't seem to like them like they like Yuu. Reader is never directly bullied, but they're made fun of, teased constantly, and never fully welcomed in like their friend. It doesn't help that Yuu usually gets all the recognition for saving the school from Overblots even though reader is just as much responsible for saving them.

Yuu themself doesn't seem to mind this as much, not because they're stuck up or hate reader or something, but because they want to keep reader to themself. I love people who characterized Yuu as some sort of puppeteer who controls everything, and I could totally see NRC actually liking reader at the beginning, only for Yuu to get jealous and start spreading rumors about reader so that they will be their only comfort.

I don’t know if I’ll end up wring this, since it I don’t really have this fully fleshed out. Feel free to send in twst request/ ideas if you want. And make to check out @tiyoin and their work.

[skyyletai]

bully!AU

The nrc students threaten Grim and try to harm him.

Reader:

adapted translation: JUST TRY AND I WILL RIP OUT YOUR DISGUSTING TONGUE AND SHOW IT DEEP IN YOUR THROAT! YOU PATHETIC BASTARD!

* NOT ADVERTISING!

It's from the horror novel "Tiny bunny". The main hero was also bullied (

The novella is also available in English, only without voice acting.

@azulsluver, I think this is an interesting idea.