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[caepirii]

— TSUM ATTENTION !

how does one handle a plushy-like creature similar to themselves taking the attention of his beloved rose.

pairing ; riddle rosehearts/gn!reader

tags ; fluff , oneshot , jealousy , old work reposted , bad grammar

The Heartslabyul students can feel the sour mood of the Queen of Hearts presented on a silver platter. The round little creature that resembles him had done nothing but cling to your side at the start it had catch sight of you in the main street when trying to run away from adeuce duo.

You had become an escape from the Queen of Hearts' wrath, and the little Queen took it for granted—seeing it also becomes a way to make the Heartslabyul housewarden jealousy rise to its peak.

Granted, Riddle tsum also found amusement in his bigger counterpart's obvious seething jealousy.

Your cooing voice can be heard in the centre of the rose maze. The little tsum tsum jumps happily in your cupped hands, nuzzling to your hands and bumping his round head to your thumbs, small mitten-like hands try to hold upon one of your fingers, and to what you could assume is his way to try giving tender kisses on them.

Bashful and bemusement is the way to describe your feelings with the tinny tsum that shares such close resemblance with your strawberry head lover.

The Queen of hearts Is reserved when showering you with his affections, limited and only be given behind closed doors or when no one is around. Riddle would give you a peck or two on your lips, sometimes more, depending on Riddle himself.

You miss the death's glare sent straight toward little Queen of Hearts between your hands.

Sitting on the white stone stool with a cup of lemon tea in hand, Riddle eyed the little tsum with a scowl present.

Sweet treats prepared by the Vice Housewarden were left untouched on the table in front of him. He tries to calm himself, wavering away the childish jealousy inside him with a reassurance that the headmaster would find the tsum tsum way home sooner, with that he'd have your attention all just for himself once more.

That peace of mind is violently ripped away from his thoughts as the Riddle tsum tsum starts to jump to your face, high enough to capture your lips in a fleeting kiss with pressing his round little face on you, Riddle watches the scene in disbelief as his tiny version, becoming bold enough to touch his beloved's lips. The only thing you do is give it satisfaction with your chuckle at the sweet gesture and does the same to the little Queen.

That's his last patience—

Riddle stands up after putting down his empty cup of tea on the table and trudges to where you sit comfortably on the grass, heavy steps follow his movement like the deep frown resting on his face. The patient is damned—the little tsum had been nothing but testing Riddle's patience from the start it had appeared from the sky.

Your attention is taken away from riddle tsum tsum as a shadow looming over you. The silhouette is enough to give away who it belongs, without looking back—you can tell the Queen of Hearts' arm is crossed, and a big scowl is a presence on his face, Riddle tsum tsum glares at your lover for taking your attention away from him.

"You have no room to show disdain upon me or inside the Queen of Hearts' rose maze."

You're bewildered by your lover's tone, you swear you had done nothing wrong or broken any Queen of Hearts' rules as far as you remember—what you had done is accept Riddle's request of taking care of his tsum tsum until the headmaster finds his way home with his other tsum tsum friends.

You're about to speak and ask what you do wrong to make him so angry out of nowhere, but you hold your tongue when looking up at your lover. His gaze is not pinpointed at you but rather at the tiny tsum tsum between your hand. You're confused for a second before catching what brought your lover in a sour mood.

Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul. The Queen of Hearts himself doesn't favour his smaller counterpart had all your attention for himself.

Oh, he's jealous, absolutely jealous.

You try to hide your little grin by pressing your lips together before accidentally letting it all show right here and now.

Before you could react, Riddle tsum once again jumps higher enough to reach your face. Not like the direct kiss on the lips like before, a sweet peck on your cheek caught you off guard as your attention to your lover was immediately taken away with the small kiss from the little Queen of Hearts.

You heard a huff whilst followed by shuffling beside you as your lover make himself comfortable sitting on the grass with you, Riddle's forefinger placed under your chin, lifting your face and attention back to him before giving you a fleeting kiss on your lips and your cheek where Riddle tsum tsum had kissed before.

Flustered is another way to describe your feelings, while you had been showered with attention from Riddle tsum tsum—this time is your lover, Riddle is taking the lead to shower you with his love.

You watch in the corner of your eyes, Riddle mocking smirk of victory given to his little counterpart, and you watch as the said counterpart jumps angrily in your hands.

"I don't understand why you are so jealous of your own counterpar—"

Riddle kisses you once more on the lips, far too long to be called a fleeting kiss, leaning more into a passionate kiss before drawing away and giving you a light frown.

"...and I refuse for it to take my rose away."

You hadn't noticed, Riddle had flicked Riddle tsum by his forehead, sending him flying across the field, Riddle held both of your hands with his—a replacement for the Riddle tsum in your hand before.

"Riddle what are you—" you look panicked after realising what your Queen of Hearts just did, looking around the field to find the little version of your lover, you saw tiny Riddle start to jump closer near the rose bushes like something had piqued his interest, not second later another tsum jumps out of the bushes and tackle the tiny Queen of Hearts.

A tsum that resembles yourself.

Your mouth is agape, remembering you haven't noticed the tiny version of you from the start and just saw it now, does they been hiding all this time? You watch in glee as you see little Riddle interact with your own small counterpart, watching how affectionate they're to each other and cling to each other side.

"there you have it, its own rose." Your lover huffed beside you.

"stop calling him with 'it', Riddle..."

CAEPIRII — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited

[thehollowwriter]

Silas sends Finn to a school on land, not knowing he's going to end up adopting several traumatised teenagers XD

Inspired by this post and some of the replies to it

I tried my best 😔 sorry if it looks quite clunky

Chrysos and Yu: @distant-velleity

Gia: @ramshacklerumble

Yuu-shi: @boopshoops

Caspian: @casp1an-sea

Lilian: @the-banana-0verlord

Kingsley: @tixdixl

Ophelia: @officialdaydreamer00

Aurinelle: @theleechyskrunkly

Tagging: @br3adtoasty @rainesol @jovieinramshackle @galaxies-and-gore @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia

@krenenbaker @offorestsongs @kitwasnothere @elenauaurs @inotonline

@1dont-really-know @kazumify @minteasketches @elysia-nsimp @skrimpyskimpy

@offorestsongs @poisoned-pearls @the-trinket-witch @ghostiidasponk @thegoldencontracts

@cloudcountry @skriblee-ksk @twstinginthewind @lumdays @quartztwst @natsukishinomiyaswife

@authoruio @jewelulu @raguiras

[authoruio]

Masquerade Arts

Hi! Surprise? :D

Ah yes, dancing Ellis. The bane of my hands existence.

People that I drew the OC of; @luxstring @the27th @starry-night-rose @abyss-wonderer @rosietrace @terrovaniadorm @twsted-princess @windbornearchon

[officialdaydreamer00]

(putting aside deity!au for a bit since dreams are plaguing my brainworms)

"i had a dream" ~ episode 1:

during savanaclaw's arc, when the gang™ was on a mission to scout out potential victims of foul play, i (as ophelia angelis) booped floyd leech's nose.

and it honked.

like the squeak in fnaf games kinda honk.

i (still as ophelia) tried to keep a straight face and ran away right after. and now i had a personal mission.

to boop the snoot of every single student in nrc.

tagging: @cloudcountry @identity-theft-101 @edith-is-a-cat @loser-jpg @esmerulia-chantelle

[adrianasunderworld]

Silly Obey Me x Twst au where instead of Isabelle getting taken to Twisted Wonderland, it's Ophelia. The forces that be that brings Yuu to Twst grabbed the wrong descendant of Lilith so now Ophelia is hanging around Nrc. Meanwhile Isabelle is allowed to hang out in the Devildom and attend RAD. Maybe Ophelia and her sister were working something out with Diavolo, and after she disappears, the brothers and crew feel better knowing Isabelle is being watched in the Devildom. Because they can sense whatever magic that took her cousin is on Isabelle as well, as if it wanted her but couldn't take her. So for safety and in the hope of getting a clue on where Ophelia is, Isabelle will learn magic, study at RAD, all while living in the House of Lamentation. With the Demon brothers looking after her like a bunch of protective older siblings.

Meanwhile Ophelia ends up at orientation of NRC, very confused as to what the fuck is going and what this weird little creature thats named Grim is. After the chaos has subsided, she explains whats going on with Crowley and he figures out she's from some other world but doesn't know how to get her back just yet. Ophelia tries to summon any of the demons with her pacts, to no avail. Unlike Isabelle, she's too old to be a student, so she works out a deal with Crowley to work as his assistant to allow her to stay on school grounds. And thus Ophelia is the one to help with the Overblots and act as an older sister figure to everyone.

However, because the wrong one got taken, Isabelle is still the one who has visions in her dreams. She's dreaming of mermaids and sea witches and jealous queens, but doesn't understand why and must crack the code as to why in the hopes that it's connected to Ophelias disappearance.

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

[terrovaniadorm]

Since Glorious Masquerade is on again i redesigned the costumes for these two i wasn't very happy with Ophelia especially so she got a complete costume change, I'm much happier with their designs!

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Escapism.

Commissioned by the very lovely @twst-ophelia.

Pairing: Yandere!Dorm Leaders x Reader (TWST).

Word Count: 4.0k.

TW: Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Dub/Con, Prolonged Imprisonment, Physical/Psychological Abuse, Slight Marking, Disassociation, and Possessive Behavior.

The mirror would be ready to use, by now.

Really, that’d been your first mistake – forgetting what you’d learned during your first months in this strange new place, having enough faith in the friends you’d made and your own middling abilities to tell anyone and everyone you could find that you were finally going home. You’d been over-eager, blinded by joy, and within a week of Crowly admitting that he’d found a way to return you to your own world using the Magic Mirror, it’d been common knowledge across all of Twisted Wonderland that it’d only be a few more weeks before you were returned to your own world. Ace teased you for being so eager to drop out halfway through your third year and Grim stuck to your side with twice his usual clinginess, and despite the bittersweetness of knowing you’d likely never be able to come back, you were happy. You were alright with leaving them, so long as it meant you could go home.

And you did leave them, in a way. If you looked at it from a certain angle.

You just didn’t get to go home.

There was a wet, slick noise, then a pang of pure agony racing from your cunt to your core. Involuntarily, you jerked away from the painful sensation, but it was an effort made in vain. The heavy arm wrapped around your waist only coiled tighter, your back soon drawn flush against a broad chest. Leona’s tail swatted contentedly at the down-stuffed mattress as he let out a low, airy chuckle. “Not gonna get away that easily,” he muttered, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Remember what happened last time you tried to act-up? I don’t think the basement’s gotten any warmer.”

Basement. Calling it a basement would be like calling him a housecat. You’d been locked in that dark, frigid dungeon of a cellar for days before Azul – because he was the one you scratched, the one who got to decide how cruel your punishment was going to be – let you out, and even then, it’d taken another week of huddling by barely-smoldering fireplaces and wrapping yourself in any shred of fabric you could find to shake the chill that’d lodged itself underneath your skin. You stopped trying to lash out at them, after that. As much as their so-call ‘affection’ scared you, their anger scared you that much more.

You couldn’t be sure how they’d gotten their hands on a place like this – ancient and only a step above decrepit. Their means weren’t exactly limited, not with a prince and the heir to a fortune that might as well have made him royalty funding their little venture, but it was still hard to imagine the people you’d gone to school with keeping you locked inside of an abandoned castle, surrounded only by more woodland than you could ever hope to walk through. It might’ve been more enjoyable (or, bearable, at least) if your captors had taken a more absentee approach, if they’d given you time to adjust to being in the middle of a never-ending forest with only stone walls and dust-covered furniture for company, but no, at least one of them always seemed to be at no more than arm’s length, there to remind you exactly why you’d been relegated to the role of princess, trapped in her tower. You’d never been able to call any of them your friends, and yet, the betrayal still stung.

“Would you keep your mouth shut?” Vil mumbled, with a particularly sharp movement of his wrist. The heel of his palm ground into your clit, and against your better judgement, you withered into Leona – the sound of your pulse beating in your ears deafening, but still not enough to mask the deep, self-satisfied purr rising from his chest. “You’re frightening the poor thing. Look at her eyes – they’re practically glazed over.”

 “Is she scared, or just bored half-to-death by your shitty excuse for a handjob?” He bowed his head, nipping playfully at the corner of your jaw. Of all your captors, he was the most fond of marking what he considered to be his property – even more so if he had a captive audience. “If I was the one between her legs, she’d be feelin’ too good to think about anything else. She’d already be fucked good n’ dumb.”

“That’s not—” The air caught in your throat as Vil spread his fingers apart, but you fought to go one. “I don’t feel anything when you—”

Vil pulled out of you entirely, only for his hand to come down on your pussy with a harsh, slick crack. You couldn’t swallow back your pained cry, couldn’t stop yourself from shrinking further into Leona. “No lying, now, darling. You know how easy it is to hurt his feelings.” He paused, then glanced over his shoulders. Blearily, your attention drifted to the doorway of your bedroom – to Riddle, standing stiffly on the other side other side of the threshold. You stiffened, but Vil didn’t seem surprised. “Going to watch today, Rosehearts?”

Obviously. As complicit as they all seemed with your imprisonment, there were a few – Riddle, Idia, Azul – that withheld from treating your prolonged abuse like a group project. You’d been surprised, at first, that Vil wasn’t a part of that collective, but his tendency towards exhibitionism made sense. He couldn’t love what he couldn’t flaunt, even if his audience was limited to a handful of former classmates.

“O-of course not,” Riddle stuttered out, predictably. His pale face was tinted a nearly violent shade of red. “I just wanted to make sure you two weren’t hurting her.”

You felt Leona’s grin against your throat. “Hear that, pretty girl?  He thinks we’d hurt you.” The space Vil left vacant was quickly filled – three of his calloused fingers soon filling your drenched pussy. You clenched your eyes shut, grit your teeth, but that did little to stop him from burrowing his claws into your side and tearing a little, cracked whimper through your sealed lips. “Don’t see him doing much to stop us, though.”

Vil only offered an unimpressed shake of his head, but Riddle straightened. “Are you implying that I couldn’t—”

“I’m saying that you won’t.” Leona cut him off swiftly, the edge in his tone sharped and playful. “Not if you want the next turn.”

For a moment, Riddle didn’t say anything, didn’t do anything.

Then, with a pointed glare, he turned on his heel and abandoned your bedroom altogether, likely dedicating himself to finding another part of this terrible castle to wait Leona out in.

As soon as his footsteps faded out of earshot, Leona’s teeth were buried in the curve of your throat – drawing blood in an instant.

~

Out of all your captors, it was Kalim who’d disappointed you the most.

You hadn’t expected this from the others, but in hindsight, you wouldn’t put it above them, either. Azul had never been able to draw a line between what he wanted and what he could have, Riddle had never been able to keep his base impulses at bay for very long, and Leona… well, Leona couldn’t be bothered to pretend he was interested in things like your ‘autonomy’ or ‘independence’. Kalim, though – he’d always been nice to you. Not overly kind, but nice, and in a place like NRC, that was something you’d been able to appreciate.

It almost didn’t make sense to see him in a place like this, to connect his presence here with the looming fact of your continual imprisonment. It didn’t make sense that the boy who’d once thrown a parade to celebrate you finally accepting an invitation to one of his banquets would be resting his hands on your shoulders, his eyes fixed on your reflection in a pearl-lined vanity as he pulled what felt like the hundredth gem-studded necklace into place at the base of your throat. You didn’t need jewelry. They rarely gave you anything to wear outside of loose-fitting, sheer dresses and the occasional piece of lingerie, but Kalim would’ve plucked the moon from the sky if it meant he could give it to you in a velvet-lined box. That was what he’d told you, at least, the first time you’d turned him down.

Actually, maybe you didn’t deserve to feign surprise. They’d all tried to do it the right way before their graduations, whether it was Vil beckoning you to sit on his lap during a dorm leader meeting or Riddle turning a dozen shades of pink as he asked if you’d care to attend an Unbirthday Party as his guest, sometime. You’d turned them all down, batting Leona’s hand away before it could settle on your shoulder, telling Azul you wouldn’t trust him as a business partner, let alone a boyfriend. Between school and a new apocalypse-scenario every other week, you never had the time (let alone the energy or desire) to date, as idiotic as it sounded to suggest that any of this could’ve started with a handful of schoolyard crushes. Maybe, if you’d given them a chance to see that it wouldn’t have worked out on their own terms, it wouldn’t have come to this. Maybe, you would’ve gotten to go home.

Or, maybe, you just would’ve been snatched up before that thread of hope could ever be dangled in front of you. Either way, a preferable alternative.

“The sapphires were a better fit,” Azul chimed in as Kalim pulled the next necklace into place – a loose riviere studded with rubies. It was the fifth of as many variants, only differentiated by the color of the jewel. Kalim claimed that he’d only meant to get you one, but ever the glutton, he hadn’t been able to choose. “Red is such a garish color. Our little princess deserves to feel as royal as we treat her, doesn’t she?”

If Kalim noticed the barb, he didn’t seem to mind. “I think you look beautiful in red,” he said, leaning down to push a kiss into your temple. His smile was as bright as it’d ever been, and you hated him that much more for it. “Then again, you look beautiful in everything. Why don’t you keep them all?”

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him where he could shove his jewelry, but you were cut off by the shutter of a camera, the hint of a flash in your peripheral. You glanced towards Azul, who only shrugged in response., sinking further into his armchair “For Idia. He’s going to be tied up with a research project for another week or so, and for whatever reason, it’s fallen on my shoulders to make sure that he doesn’t completely succumb to his self-pity and throw the gates of Tartarus open.” He thought, for a moment. “For a second time, I mean.”

You couldn’t be sure why you said it. It was an instinct, a knee-jerk reaction to grab the first blade you saw and twist it. Idia was, by far, the most distant of your captors, and when he did show his face, he barely spoke and never touched you. Even in a castle of rapists and kidnappers, he’d found a way to make himself an outsider.

“Azul?” You made a point of keeping your eyes on your reflection as you went on. “Could you tell Idia I want to see him again? When he has time, I mean.”

There was a beat of silence, then another.

Finally, Kalim forced out an only partially strained laugh, squeezing your shoulders with just a little too much force. “Is something wrong? If you want to ask for something, you don’t have to wait for Idia.”

You didn’t bother trying to respond to him. “Please, Azul?”

From the corner of your eye, you watched him glance between you and Kalim. Eventually, he let out an airy sigh and nodded. “Of course, sweetheart. Although, I do have to wonder what you’re getting up to.”

Your only answer came in the form of a tight smile, a slight shrug. Kalim didn’t waste time taking up the next necklace: a choker of braided strands of pure, glittering gold. This time, he fastened it tightly enough to bruise.

~

You almost felt bad for Idia, when you let yourself think about what you were doing.

Almost.

The bare skin of his chest was warm under your palm, the flames of his hair tinted a deep pink - a color you might’ve found charming, in any other situation. He was beneath you, currently, his face half-buried in a pillow while you rolled your hips idly against his, your pace slow and careless. He wasn’t as authoritative as Leona, as demanding as Riddle, and you liked that about him. But, his submissiveness meant you had to do most of the work, which you liked less.

At least he tried to pretend that he didn’t like it. Bias caused conflict, and his occasional encounters with the others wilted before shriveling into complete nonexistence shortly after you declared him your unlikely favorite. Even now, he kept his eyes clenched shut, his bottom lip caught between his pointed teeth as your pussy clenched around him. You’d gone numb to pleasure in the first weeks of your captivity, but any amount of physical contact seemed to overwhelm him. It might’ve been refreshing, if you hadn’t been so, so exhausted.

Gradually, your movements slowed, your body stilling on top of his. A second passed before he opened one of his eyes, his kiss-swollen lips quirking downward in mixed disappointment and frustration. “W-Why did you stop?”

With an exaggerated sigh, you collapsed onto him, slotting your chest against his and propping your chin on his collarbone. “I never made it to graduate,” you said, absentmindedly, relying on the haze of lust to hide just how flat your voice was. “Never got to say goodbye to anyone, either, but that was never going to happen. The other are too mean to me for that.”

His expression took on a somber lull. It might’ve been more believable if you hadn’t been able to feel his cock twitching inside of you. “I… I’m sorry. I wanted to wait, but Azul said— and Leona—”

“I know, I know.” You kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. “It’s not your fault. I just—”

You cut yourself off with another sigh, just as unbelievable as the first. Thankfully, Idia was eager to take the bait. “Whatever it is, I can do it for you. I’d do anything for you.” His shaking hands found their way to your waist. “I love you.”

“I want to see Ramshackle again,” you said, without hesitation. Immediately, you felt him stiffen against you, and let your tone drag into something desperate, something pleading. “Just this once. I won’t even go inside, and Night Raven’s on break, right now. No one’s going to be on campus.” You paused, pecked the corner of his lips. “Please, Idia. Nobody else has to know.”

He still looked skeptical, but he was going to break your heart, he wasn’t going to do it while his cock was still pulsing inside of you. After only a moment of hesitation, he let out a shallow breath and nodded hastily. “One trip. And the other never find out.”

Instantly, you brightened, beaming as you pulled him into a deep, lasting kiss – a proper kiss, this time, something you’d never willingly imitated with any of your captors. He would know that. He wasn’t the most domineering, but if the hidden cameras dotted across your bedroom were anything to go by, he had his own kind of competitive streak.

A hitched moan reverberated against your mouth. With your arms still wrapped around his neck, your chest still pressed into his, he started to move on his own – his fingers digging into your hips as he thrust into you from below. His pace was unsteady, his rhythm nonexistent, but your clit scraped against the flattened plane of his pubic bone and however meager it might’ve been, there was just enough stimulation to melt into. Vaguely, you were aware of a distant whimpering, of Idia’s face buried in the crook of your neck, but you let it fade into the background – into the constant fog of static that’d been cast over your conscious mind since you woke up in this terrible place.

When you felt his teeth scrape over the curve of your throat, it was all you could do to close your eyes and think of home.

~

“It’s a pretty basic teleportation scheme,” he’d explained, as he led you through the castle’s entryway after pulling you out of your bed in the middle of the night. The winter air cut through your thin dress without mercy, but you’d fought not to shiver, not to give him a reason to second-guess if he should be doing this. Right now, he was convinced he loved you more than he feared letting you get away, and you couldn’t do anything to break that delusion. “Ortho handled most of the hardware, but he was following my designs. The NRC waypoint was supposed to be a limited-time mechanic, but I never cut it out of the system. It should still work – for a couple trips, at least.”

You’d let him ramble about how many hours it’d taken to put together, nodded enthusiastically as he described all the effort he’d poured into ruining your life. He kept his hand locked around yours as he led you onto a shining, steel platform, only letting go to punch the coordinates into his tablet. There was a flash of light, a slight buzzing in your ears, and then, you were standing in front of the gates to Night Raven College, already open and waiting for your arrival.

You didn’t wait for Idia to move, to say anything. Rather, you let the gem shard (pilfered from one of Kalim’s more recent attempts to win back your attention; the jewel in its entirety had been larger than your balled fist) that you’d stowed away in your sleeve fall into your hand and stabbed the jagged end into his back. You didn’t wait to see if the wound took before breaking into a sprint towards the Hall of Mirrors.

You’d be able to see, later on, that it was far from the best idea you’d ever had. There was a good chance Crowley abandoned any work he might’ve started as soon as you went missing, if he really had found a way to send you hope at all. The injury you’d dealt to Idia was far from fatal, and you’d be in for more than just a few days in the cellar if they caught you, but the desire to get out of here, to go home drowned out your better judgement – leaving your tired mind empty and your body dependent on pure, unadulterated desperation as you ran towards the familiar, pitch-black dome on the outskirts of campus. Your skirt snagged on roots and twigs, your bare feet numb and aching in-turns, but you didn’t dare to slow down, to look behind you. By the time you reached the Hall of Mirrors, your throat was dry, your heart beating in your ears. Thankfully, the door had been left unlocked, and you shouldered your way inside.

The Magic Mirror stood, dark and stoic, in the center of the room. You allowed yourself a single breath of relief, a moment to let the past few months— no, the past three years of your life melt away before moving toward it.

You made it all of two, three steps before something sprung from the darkness and wrapped around your ankle – cutting into your flesh and, with a sudden jerk, dragging you to the floor. You stifled a scream, reflexively moving to tear at your new restraints, but froze when you saw exactly what you were caught in.

A thick braid of vines wrapped around your leg – except they weren’t vines, not really.

They were briars.

Rows upon rows of hooked thorns were embedded into the skin of your calf, drawing blood wherever they made contact. The pain was instant, searing, but you didn’t care – tearing at your bondage even as the thorns bit into your hands, as the rope of briars drew that much tighter. Tears blurred your vision, and so distracted by your own misery and panic, you almost didn’t notice the sound of clipped heels against marble floors, the dark shadow that soon blocked out what little light you had. You didn’t have to look at him. You already knew who it was.

In the end, though, you weren’t given much of a choice.

You really should’ve been more used to that, by now.

A gloved hand caught you by the chin, forcing you to tilt your head back and meet Malleus’ expectant, prying stare. He took a moment to evaluate your ragged dress, the bruising and love-bites painted down your neck before a small smile came to rest over his lips; the barest hint of pointed teeth catching in the moonlight. “And to think, I thought it was only nostalgia drawing me back to this lonely place.” He spared a glance toward the mirror. “And I suppose you plan to use that ancient thing to return to your own world?”

“Malleus,” you gasped his name, hoping that would be enough to communicate the depths of your despair. “I don’t have a lot of time, I— They’re coming for me, and—” You cut yourself off, swallowing harshly. “I want to go home.”

His only response came in the form of a low hum, dull and dismissive. All it took was a snap of his fingers, a certain glint in his narrowed eyes, and the mirror shattered into more pieces than you could ever hope to put back together.

This time, you couldn’t swallow back the ragged sob that tore past your lips, the pathetic noise echoing off the stone walls. You tried to crawl towards the fractured pieces, but Malleus kneeled to your height, letting out a patronizing coo as he wrapped an arm around your midriff, pulling you against his chest and suffocating any possible hope you might’ve had for escape. Distantly, you were aware of a rush of footsteps, of a collar (as heavy as it was useless) snapping shut around your neck, but Malleus didn’t falter. With your limp body in his arms, he pushed himself to his feet, turning to face your captors where they’d clustered in the entryway.

It was Leona who spoke first, predictably. He never could let anyone else be the center of attention. “What do you want, Draconia?”

Malleus, on the other hand, was in no rush, letting his gaze fall back to you. “I was surprised, when I heard of her disappearance. I know how fragile mortal lives could be, but I thought, surely, a human who’d befriended so many powerful mages ought to be a little more enduring.”

After he finished, silence hung heavy in the air. Vil summoned his spell book, and Kalim’s fists clenched at his sides, his jealousy threatening to outweigh his pacifistic nature. None of it would’ve made a difference. If Malleus wanted to, he could reduce them all to ash with little more than a wayward thought. If Malleus wanted to, he wouldn’t need five other conspirators to have you at his mercy.

And yet, he only let out a breath of a laugh, holding you that much closer to his chest. “Then again, if I’d known those powerful mages would struggle to keep watch of such a precious item, I might’ve been less generous.”

“Get to the point.”

This time, he chose to obey. “It seems,” he started, bowing his head and letting his lips brush against your cheek. “As if you’re having trouble keeping this little one in line.”

His grin was wider and more satisfied than you’d ever seen it, before. Looking at him, you could only wonder how you have bothered trying to survive in a world that so clearly wasn’t meant for you.

“Would you consider making use of another pair of hands?”

[cindernovadoesart]

Working on Halloween costumes for Ophelia and the Yuu Twins; I found myself stuck between two costumes for Ophelia. So I’m gonna take a week poll:

[twstcherry]

Enchanted Rose University presents:

Ophelia Blanchefleur🤍

Housewarden of Rosabla

Year: 3rd/Junior

Height: 168 cm/ 5’ 6”

Birthday: 6.12

Twisted from: The White Queen

The youngest child of the Blanchefleur clan. Her mother, Genevieve Blanchefleur, is the founder and CEO of White Rose Cosmetics. Her company is well known for its wide range of beauty products, from makeup to skin care. She is known for being effortlessly stunning and poised, and she stresses those same traits in her daughters. Her elder child, Lily, is her pride and joy. She is naturally beautiful, elegant, and soft. Being the first born, Lily stands to inherit the company. Because of this, her mother has shown obvious favoritism toward her and the two are spitting images of each other.

However, Ophelia seems to be a different breed than her mother and sister. Although she is beautiful and sweet, she always just seems just out of reach of the perfection her mother expects from her. Her hair is curly and occasionally unruly, particularly in the presence of humidity. She’s more tame and shy than her sister, who is known for being radiant and charming. She’s not as interested in makeup or fashion as her mother and sister, preferring to do solitary activities and (to her mother’s shock and horror) fencing. Although she is not the ideal young woman her mother wishes her to be, she still tries to follow her mother’s extensive rules, especially the three most important ones:

Always be presentable

Always be pleasant

Never let them see you crack

While Ophelia seems mild mannered and tame, she has a secret side to her. Any time she can, she finds joy in breaking her mother’s rules in small ways (Eating more than one serving of sweets on a weekday? Yes, please! Too tired to do her nightly skincare routine? Just don’t do it. Nobody will know!). She has a quick wit and can have a stinging tongue, which is perfect for unladylike banter. And finally, her biggest secret of all: she is in a student pop rock band. Over the years away from home, she’s taught herself to play the guitar and write songs between ballet lessons and etiquette classes. With the musical talents of some of her classmates, she helped found The Crescent Moon Society as the rhythm guitarist and lead singer. The members of Crescent Moon all dream of a life away from the trappings of being "proper ladies". But Ophelia is the most afraid to show her true self the world among the bunch.

Ophelia is a talented student, having both intellectual and magical strengths that are at a high level. She may actually be considered one of the top students in her classes. She is known by almost everyone for always having a smile on her face and for her willingness to help everyone out (even if it means stretching herself too thin). She works very hard to please everybody in her dorm when making decisions and enforcing rules. She may even be too lax with her housemates at times since she is always busy with activities and obligations.

Facts

The Blanchefleurs are a legacy family at Enchanted Rose University. Genevieve was student body president and Lily won the title of "Prefect of the Year" for all three years she served as the head of house Rosabla. While Ophelia's time at ERU has not been unsuccessful, she lives under some very big shadows.

Even though they have been treated differently over the years, Ophelia and her sister are extremely close. They consider each other their best friends.

Ophelia and Lily’s father died when they were teenagers (13 and 18 respectively)

Ophelia and Riddle are second cousins. Their mothers are first cousins (and do not get along). Although Ophelia tries to get closer to Riddle, he always keeps her at arms length.

Ophelia and Vil have been introduced because their families have run in the same circles before. They’ve met, but never really spoken.

Genevieve has carefully curated her daughters' wardrobes since they were children. To always keep on-brand, their outfits have always consisted of white clothes.

Since she wears so much white, Ophelia knows how to clean any kind of stain with magic. She even takes precautions to not stain her clothes by drinking everything through straws and covering herself in napkins while eating.

Ophelia has been known to be “a pleasure to have in class” since preschool.

She hides her guitar in her wardrobe underneath the skirt of a long gown when her mother visits.

The Crescent Moon Society meets in a music room far from the rest of the dorms at night (which is how they got the inspiration for their name).

Ophelia is the ultimate people pleaser. She just wants everyone to like her, okay???

She is will not kill a bug but is TERRIFIED of them.

[forestwispocs]

7 22 and 21 for any

7. Secrecy

Quietplay

Kiki finished yet another performance at her dorm and dealing with Aaron loud behavior as she flopped on down on her couch.

"I presume this is a bad time?" A familiar get charming voice by her windows as she open one of her eyes to see it was Flynn as she made a slight pout. He let's himself in and walk over to her, he could tell she was using her UM on Aaron again cause she was holding her breath.

"Come on, you can talk to me," He sat down, next to her on the couch. It was one of those moments when he isn't teasing her, Kiki has seen this side of him before however it's always rare when it happens. She soon let go of her spell and looked at him, "I don't regret bringing him to our dorm it's just," Flynn place a hand around her waist to pull her in, "I know," He gave her a reassure smile placing his forehead against her, "You can do this, and never let the audience see your weakness,"

At that Kiki gave a smile.

21. Rush of adrenaline

Ophelia and Bolt

Ophelia was enjoying watching Bolt do his daily zoomies, she knew he was full of energy as she lean on the edge of the pool. It did look like she was waiting to strike from anyone who walked in though.

However Bolt missed his footing and was about to fall into pool, without hesitation Ophelia went to grab him quick, though without getting shocked due to him not having much control of it yet and Bolt began to panick.

"Oh God, I'm sorry," Bolt kept repeating and she had to reassure him as she nuzzled him, which did calm him down a bit, she was glad to save him before anything got worst.

22. in relief

Roberta and Shadman

"And done," Roberta finally relaxed as Shadman touched his face a bit, he probably got into a fight with a staff member and bolt was loose.

"I owe you so much dear," He said though she only gave him a half smile as she gave a sigh of relief, Shadman noticed and slide down from the work bench and rest his hands on her waist, making her fluster, "You seem to have more pent up stress," He said, "I might know how to help," He chuckled a bit though it was out of habit cause he still wasn't properly fixed

Roberta smiled, "I would...like that," He soon took Roberta somewhere else.

(this is my first time writing shadman I hope I did okay shdnsn)

[missbonekitty]

THERE THEY ARE. Two cute ass Magicam influencers!

Better picture of Ophelia, and i threw Cater alongside for aesthetic comparison (he’s more somber looking here in his ceremony robes so I could’ve chosen a better pic for it but I couldn’t resist with how it looks like he’s taking a pic of her)

So yeah, she hides that set of scars around her throat usually (no one but him and one other person at NRC even knows that thats there bc she usually wears chokers to hide it, not even her Magicam fans know)

This pic of her was like.. the idea is that its a selfie that only Cater would get to see bc she’s in so little make up and no choker, hence the writing on it too.

i’ll post the semi-angst/fluff I wrote for these two..

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Ophelia lays next to Cater. The curtains are pulled around the majority of the four poster bed so that only a sliver of light from the dorm room illuminates the pair where they rest.

  Cater's bright green eyes are open as he lays propped up on his elbow next to Oph, watching her while she sleeps so peacefully. His eyes travel over the delicate features of her face, devoid of make up since she was staying the night.

  A small smile quirks at the corner of his lips at the fact that she only removes her make up around him, letting no one else see that side of her.. she was self-conscious of anyone seeing her like this.

  The smile fades a little as his eyes drift down past her chin, looking at the jagged scar that circles her throat. A very distinct thorn-like pattern. He lifts his hand, letting his fingers slowly and carefully brush over the scarring, trying not to wake her. The pads of his fingers move across the texture on her throat with a feather-light touch, his brow furrowing at how deep it is.

  Normally this scar is covered up. Anytime she's outside of his room, or her own, she has a choker covering it. In fact, Cater is quite sure that only two people know about it at all. Not even her fans on Magicam know. She's very careful to keep it hidden.

  Pressing his lips together, he moves his hand to gently place his palm over the scar, fingers covering the rest along the side of her neck, creating a necklace with his hand to hide the scar. He raises his eyes to her face, and finds her eyes open.. only half focused as she blearily blinks at him.

  He tenses for a half second and then relaxes, because there's a tired smile on her lips.

  She breathes in deeply and then slowly sighs it out, her dark blue eyes starting to close again as her pale hand reaches up to gently rest overtop Cater's where he hides her scar.

  "Do you think it's ugly?" she asks quietly, her voice slightly deeper with sleep.

  Cater grimaces, his fingers twitching and tightening for a brief moment on her throat before he lifts his hand, fingers curling around hers and squeezing them.

  "No," he answers her firmly, "do you?"

  The corners of her lips raise for half a second, "Of course I do..," is her only response before her breathing deepens and she falls asleep once more, her fingers still gripping his.

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[officialdaydreamer00]

Undersea encounter

@thehollowwriter i hope you like the lil late night doodle i made C:

[adrianasunderworld]

Isabelle sketch dump

Her cousins Juliet and Ophelia. Concepts of Adults Isabelle as a full fledged witch. And her potential guest room furniture.

[terrovaniadorm]

And the concepts i got lazy to turn into cards, we got Keres and Ophelia

[pulchramusae-archived]

@underaseaofmuses​ asked // “You seem to have a lot of experience with this.” from Ellen! (muse requested: ophelia.)

first impressions! // accepting.

“ -- thank you, “ a moment of silence before the ex-crypter cleared her throat, auburn hair tied back with a band and a white bandana tied around her head - to keep the likes of flour and stray egg whites from getting trapped in her hair. “ baking is.... it’s something i’ve always loved to do. a creative outlet, one could put it. “ ellen seemed to have caught ophelia in the midst of baking something, already in the middle of cleaning her workspace while the timer on the oven ticked down to zero from... what looked like thirty minutes.

“ if you’d like, i’d be more than happy to show you a few tricks once the cake is ready, “ she finally offers, brushing stray hair behind her ear. “ i may not be the best teacher, but i won’t press you if baking isn’t something you’d like to try at this time. “