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𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼
The chinese grandpa next to you gently held your hand to keep you from hurting yourself. One of the older men coughed into his fist before speaking. "You are in the presence of the Sect leader of the Mount Hua Sect" he says.
Yeah, hearing Chinese thrice was all you needed to hear.
Chat, realistically wyd? 🥀
Link x GN! Reader
*Warning for kissing*
For the past few days you and Link have been searching for your memories, using Link's Sheikah Slate. A few of your memories had been shared with Link but mostly they were separate. The horses you were riding came to a stop and you and Link hopped of. He pulled out the slate to check the album
."This it it!" He exclaimed, looking around for the glowing light.
"It's rather nice" you respond. You both jog over to the glow, suddenly you remember.
_______________________
You and Link were looking loving into each other's eyes. You had him against the wall and your hand on his cheek. Link grabbed your head and mashed your lips against his. Your eyes grew wide at his boldness but slowly they shut as you took in the pure bliss you were feeling.
You then pull away, breathing hard and blushing profusely. As you begin to lean on for more you hear feet running on the stone and Zelda calling to you both. Link pushes you off on him and scampers to act casual.
__________________________
Suddenly you snap back to reality in a flash. You turn your head to look at Link, his hand was over his mouth and his face was bright red. He looked back at your blushing face.
"Um, let's k-keeping going now." He spoke softly.
"I thought you had a thing for Zelda?" You muttered quietly.
"What was that?"
"Nothing"
monsters and misunderstandings.
part 2 of this post !
pairing: gn ! reader - ft. faefolk, merfolk, elves, harpies, selkie.
author’s note: really wanted to do a naga and a gnoll but got lazy. . .honestly, kinda more angsty (but longer! i think) than the last one. sorry !
faefolk.
“hey, sunshine.” you say it so casually. offhand, distracted, not even looking at them.
the fae stills. “. . .what did you just call me?
you glance up. “huh? oh, ‘sunshine’. why?”
silence.
their wings twitch once. and slowly, they step closer. “you do remember i’m fae, yes?”
your brows furrow. how adorable.
“names are not to be given lightly among my kind,” they murmur.
“it’s. . .it’s not a name. it’s just – like, a nickname.”
“. . .a name you chose for me.”
you open your mouth – pause. “i, i guess. . .?”
their gaze, usually so sharp, softens. something dangerously fond slipping through.
“then i will keep it.”
you laugh, nervous. “it’s not that serious—”
it is to them.
merfolk.
it was done unconsciously. you don’t notice it at first.
just the gentle sway of the water, the quiet conversation, the way you lean back on your hands -
and the slow, absentminded shift of your leg.
until something smooth brushes against it.
you glance down.
their tail.
your leg is resting against it—no. worse. half entwined.
you start to pull back, “oh, sorry—” but they stop you. not forceful. their tail wraps around yours, further tangling your limbs.
“. . .don’t.”
you blink. “. . .what?”
their gaze flickers between your legs and their tail, wrapped loosely together.
“we don’t do this casually, you know.” they murmur, a soft smile gracing their face. you feel yours heating up in turn.
“i didn’t mean to—”
“i know.”
their tail slightly loosens around your legs. but they don’t let go.
“. . .in the tides, this is how we stay close with someone.”
they pause. glance back up shyly.
“. . .so stay.”
elves.
“stay,” you say absentmindedly, tugging them down beside you. “just for a bit.”
the elf glances at you, then at your hand wrapped around their sleeve. “are you. . . certain you wish to spend time with me?”
you blink in surprise at their tone, their expression. “of course.” you answer honestly. why do they look so . . .
“. . .you ask as though it is a small thing.”
“it is?”
they’re quiet. hesitant. but they sit anyway. they sit closer than they were before.
“you are asking for time. you ask an elf, of time.”
“which you have lots, by the way.” you chuckle lightly, continuing in a quiet tone. “. . .i just meant don’t leave yet.”
“ . . .i know.”
they don’t get up. even when they probably should.
they’re gonna outlive you. they know it. they know you should be with someone else - someone you can grow old with. someone with the same time flow as you.
they knew it was. . .a promise of hurt, loving a mortal like this. loving someone with such short lifespans. loving someone whose life is only a second compared to theirs. they knew it better—
they feel you shuffle against their arms, nuzzling closer to the nape of their neck. their hand instinctively comes to cup your back.
. . .they knew better. and yet they still find themselves laying there with you, each night, being in each others embrace. being in your fleeting embrace.
. . .just a few more seconds. a few more seconds to savour you, before you are just a memory for them to hold onto.
harpies/ bird hybrids.
“hold still!”
you grab their shoulders, turning them slightly. a feather’s bent awkwardly near their wing. you smooth it back into place without thinking.
“there.”
the reaction is immediate. wings flaring, feathers puffing -
“you just preened me–!” they’re red-faced, brows furrowed, looking a mix between embarrassed and mad.
you preened them. fixed their look. touched their feathers. something mates do. are you insinuating something? no, you're a human, how could you know their courting. . .!
they shiver, remembering your gentle touch as you brushed out their back —
“. . .i fixed it?”
“t-that’s not. . .that’s not fixing, that’s intimate—!”
you blink. “. . .sorry?” you’re confused, but seeing how worked up they are - you feel bad at possibly offending them. you look down in guilt at the thought of making them uncomfortable.
they falter, seeing your expression.
then, much quieter -
“. . .don’t be.”
you look up. they huff, turning away. “j-just ask next time!”
selkies.
you find it by accident. hanging around with a friend at their cabin near the beach, you spot it.
soft. dark. tucked away on the floor - looking like it fell.
“oh, is this yours?” you call out, already picking it up. the reaction is immediate.
“don’t—!”
too late.
their hand catches your wrist. tight. sharp. almost angry. “give it back!” they snap, snatching the coat from your hands.
you flinch. “. . .i was just looking—”
their chest rises, falls. their grip trembles. “you shouldn’t touch things that aren’t yours.”
“. . .it’s just a coat.”
silence.
something flashes across their face. raw, deep, intense. “it’s not just anything,” they say, quieter now. strained.
you hesitate, then slowly take a step back. “. . .sorry.”
they look like they might break as they cradle the coat to their chest.
“. . .don’t do it again.”
they keep their distance after that. less laughter, less lingering.
you notice. of course you do. you were so close, for god’s sake!
you don’t understand.
but after a while, things went back to normal. kind of.
they start sitting closer again. their shoulder brushing yours. their voice softer when they say your name - like something’s pulling them back.
“you’re staring,” you mumble, a curious smile on your face, but you don’t look up.
they don’t deny it. no use anyway, you can feel their stare since minutes ago.
“. . .am i?”
“yeah.”
a pause. “. . .does it bother you?”
another pause. “. . .no.”
another, longer pause. “. . .good.”
you go back to what you were doing. they continue to stare.
they think about telling you.
they really do.
about what you touches. what it meant. what it did.
how the moment your hands made contact with their coat - they were no longer entirely their own.
they were angry.
at you.
at themselves.
at how careless it all was.
but, now. . .
you laugh at something small, nudging their shoulder.
they look at you. really look. “. . .you didn’t know,” they say quietly. suddenly. you look at them, “know what?”
god. they wish you did.
they shake their head. smile, strained. “. . .nothing.” their fingers brush yours, going to check what you were giggling about.
they don’t have the heart to say it. not yet.
not when the thought of you letting go, of you choosing to let go, feels worse than the sudden binding itself.
so instead they stay. keep quiet. keep close. and pretend it was never an accident. that you wanted to touch the coat. that you wanted them to be yours, and you, theirs.
‘. . .not yet.’
© jusfneo
HOLD ON TO REASON (or fall for the Illusion) ─── masterlist.
╰───➤ yandere?batfam x neglected!healer!reader
❝I want it to stop! I want to close my eyes and hear no more screams! Nor feel any more hot blood on my hands.❞ ── y/n, to masashi during the war.
WARNINGS. neglect, abuse, victim blaming, stockholm syndrome, self-deception, war, body descriptions, death, minor character death, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, suicide, kidnapping, dissociation, depersonalization, medical trauma, panic attacks, isolation, post-traumatic stress disorder, extreme low self-esteem, flashbacks, nightmares, marginalization, dehumanization, emotional censorship, depression, delusions.
💉────────── premise.
when you discovered your powers, you didn’t know how to feel. healing, mending, bringing life back… it sounded like a gift— but in your hands, was it really? you had no purpose, no reason to exist.
you were always different. too aware. too broken. you felt like the world had no place for you, like your presence was a mistake.
until he appeared.
masashi gave you direction. he made you feel useful, needed. he taught you that saving lives was the one thing you could do without failing, without breaking anything else. you became addicted to the power you once doubted you deserved.
too bad your family showed up too late to help you see the truth.
or maybe… you didn’t want to see it anymore.
💉────────── chapters.
┆ ✐; OO : doctor i can’t tell if i’m not me.
┆ ✐; O1 : oh doctor, that’s too honest! then pretend you don’t hear me.
┆ ✐; O2 : doctor, i'm chasin' a ghost, do I look like him?
┆ ✐; O3 : did you get enough love, my little dove, why do you cry?
┆ ✐; O4 : doctor, i feel like no one wants me, and i hate the way i’m perceived.
┆ ✐; O5 : doctor, close your eyes and you’ll leave this dream.
┆ ✐; O6 : a good dog for him, never forgets their leash.
┆ ✐; O7 : what it means to be a good brother.
┆ ✐; O8 : are you man enough to take the blame for this?
┆ ✐; O9 : this could be the end of everything.
┆ ✐; 1O : you are a good child, you are a good weapon.
┆ ✐; 11 : correct.
┆ ✐; 12 : nothing yet.
┆ ✐; 13 : nothing yet.
┆ ✐; O1 : she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen
┆ ✐; O2: nothing yet.
💉────────── asks & extras.
┆ ✐; OO . does the doctor use healer!reader as a weapon? / the doctor's manipulation of healer!reader through her need to heal
┆ ✐; O1 . why did the batfam ignore healer!reader, and how does that lead them to become yanderes?
┆ ✐; O2 . what happens when the batfam realizes they can’t heal the one who always healed them? / can anyone heal the healer?
┆ ✐; O3 . what makes healer!reader’s healing so different, and why damian can’t replicate it / healer!reader’s methods in gotham
┆ ✐; O4 . how does healer!reader feel about duke being accepted as a meta?
┆ ✐; O5 . does healer!reader secretly go out at night to heal people in gotham?
┆ ✐; O6 . is masashi based on mori?
┆ ✐; O7 . will there be a version of fukuzawa and ranpo?
┆ ✐; O8 . about charlotte as elise
┆ ✐; O9 . will there be an armed detective agency?
┆ ✐; 1O . does Dazai appear in the story + other bsd characters?
┆ ✐; 11 . why does healer!reader see duke as someone unreachable?
┆ ✐; 12 . how did masashi fake healer!reader’s foster care background? + was healer!reader ever really in foster care?
┆ ✐; 13 . what does healer!reader think about the fake records in her past? + is healer!reader aware that masashi invented her foster care history?
┆ ✐; 14 . what do cass and healer!reader have in common?
┆ ✐; 15 . why doesn’t barbara notice something’s wrong with healer!reader?
┆ ✐; 16 . who is the best option for healer!reader to stay with?
┆ ✐; 17 . what kind of relationship do healer!reader and charlotte have?
┆ ✐; 18 . does healer!reader talk in her sleep?
┆ ✐; 19 . how does healer!reader’s healing ability actually work?
┆ ✐; 20 . would healer!reader use anesthesia if she had access to it?
┆ ✐; 21 . could a patient’s heart give out during healer!reader’s treatment? / can healer!reader’s power truly stop death every time?
┆ ✐; 22 . nothing yet.
┆ ✐; 23 . nothing yet.
┆ ✐; 24 . nothing yet.
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I hate lily I genuinely hate how they dragged her out for the story and make her op yn
But she's not the problem
The fact SMC and PV was milked so hard that they had to glossed over her death is wow like fck off PV with your "I never got to tell you" Lily literally died
Oh and Lily x Salt Knight ftw
Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed
GET YOUR SMUT OUT OF THE FLUFF TAGS‼️‼️‼️
To every person who has put smut in the fluff tags, I wish you every inconvenience possible. I hope your spoon falls into your soup. I hope your plastic straw has a hole in the side so you can’t use it properly after a while. I hope the next time you buy shoes, they end up being different sizes and no returns. I hope all your tires lose air pressure when you’re late. I hope you wake up and your phone didn’t charge. I hope your shoes squeak embarrassingly loud even when they aren’t wet. I hope the barista gets your drink wrong. I hope your dad comes home without the milk.
I mean seriously. I shouldn’t have to spend 10 minutes scrolling through the FLUFF TAG to actually find fluff fics. Take your porn elsewhere
Preaching this because I don't care how good your smut is and if there's fluff after or before smut, GET OUT OF THE FLUFF TAG!!
Do you guys know what fic is this, because it's not showing up or even directing me
Tumblr isn't that good at immediately going towards the specific fic
@/a1750s
Am I wrong for not liking the use of ai images in the writings 😭😭 I remember writing a comment about the ai images AND I THINK IT GOT DELETED LMAOOO
UPDATE; THEY GOT RID OF THE IMAGES YIPPEEEE

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The Prefect is A Rockstar?! Part Two
Synopsis: (Male!Reader) Ramshackle's magicless prefect accidentally becomes famous trying to make more money for Grim's tuna.
Content Warning/Tags: Crowley slander, slight cursing (I call you a slut), rockstars are slutty and that's okay, takes place after Book 7, this is also too long, secret identity, prefect has a stage name, reader is male but non-gender conforming, I size up the prefect, prefect starts a riot, no revisions, may or may not be cringe, crackfic(?)
Part One Part Two
'Hello, my name is [Stage Name], and I make music. I hope you all enjoy what I've made. Maybe you'll enjoy it so much you donate to help me feed my cat?'
A link to a donation site you had discovered was attached alongside the message.
It was the bio you made for an alternate account you had made on Magicam. Simple and to the point. With your profile picture set to a screenshot from one of your music videos, and your account labeled with your stage name, you had made a small debut in Twisted Wonderland.
So far, you have only one song out, and it's without its matching music video.
You had made the whole profile just before falling asleep.
Forget thanking the Seven, you were thanking Idia.
It took Idia some time figuring out the differences between your other world's technology and that of Twisted Wonderland's. After a long night, he was able to transfer your life's work to your phone.
You don't tell him your plan, nor the real reason you want your music on your phone, only telling him you just want the music on your phone instead, so you don't have to carry around two things when you could just carry one.
So, all there was to do now was wait.
You felt just as nervous as you had your first time doing this.
The first couple of days after posting your first song are slow, understandably so.
When people like Vil are on Magicam, it only makes sense that you don't get much attention at first.
Still, you get a decent amount of views, and with those views, a couple of encouraging comments and thaumarks. It's not as much as your monthly allowances, which you have yet to receive, even a week later, but still- nice!
When you rack up a decent amount of thaumarks online, you realize you don't have a way to get a hold of it physically.
"Do you guys know how to make a bank account?"
You ask this during lunch the next day.
Ace looks up from his plate of food and replies with his mouth full, "Aren't you like, poor?"
Deuce smacks him over the head, and you aren't sure if it's for talking while chewing or for calling you broke.
"Dude."
"Ow! What? Am I wrong?"
Epel, who joined you guys for lunch that day, jumps in, "No, but people don't usually outright tell someone they're broke."
Jack, who also joined, crosses his arms, "Technically, he didn't outright say it. He asked. But, yeah, it's still pretty rude."
"What do you need a bank account for?" Deuce asks.
You answer inconspicuously, "I just think it'd be easier to keep track of my-"
Grim yells through a mouth full of food, "OUR!"
Ace cringes, "Don't talk with your mouth full."
"It'd be easier to keep track of our money that way. It'd be a lot easier than keeping loose change all over the place."
Ace, ignoring the tantrum-throwing Grim, shrugs, "Stuff it under your mattress. That's where Deuce puts all his money."
Deuce nods before snapping his head back to Ace, "What?"
Jack stops them from breaking into a fight by telling you he could help you that coming weekend, since the only banks nearby are off campus.
"We have banks where I'm from, but I have no idea if they're the same here."
"It's not too hard. It's probably better if you have one, actually. You still don't know how long you're going to be stuck here."
"Oh yeah," Epel starts, "What'd the Headmage say about sendin' you back home? Deuce said you saw him."
You open your mouth to reply, but then you catch the faint sound of a familiar melody from a student's headphones as they pass by. They're resting on their shoulders, blasting music loud enough for anyone around to hear.
You pause and turn around to take a look at them.
The gang looks at you in surprise when you suddenly call out to the student.
The student turns around with a look of annoyance and asks what you want, but the look depletes when you ask them, "Hey, what song is that?"
The student pauses before smiling.
"It's [Song Name] by [Stage Name]. You probably haven't heard of them. They're pretty underground."
"Oh, cool..."
The only time you ever heard someone refer to you as underground was as a joke back in your other world.
"Yeah, they only got one song out, but it's crazy good. Everyone's asking for a whole album. You should check them out before they do. It sucks they only uploaded it to Magicam, though. It's kind of a pain in the ass to listen to it."
"That does sound like it sucks... Where do people usually listen to music, though?"
The student looks a bit surprised but names an app people usually use.
"Ah, thanks!"
"Yeah, no problem, dude."
They turn around, looking satisfied that someone took notice of their niche music taste.
"Holy shit," You blurt out, turning back to the gang.
Ace snorts, "What?"
You feel giddy all of a sudden, trying to contain a grin as you tell them you thought it was a good song, was all.
Jack hums, "I didn't take you for the type of person to like rock music."
"... Really?"
Epel thinks to himself, poking his lip as he told you, "You look like the type to listen to whatever's on the radio."
Ace adds, "Or whatever's on the top ten chart."
Epel deadpans and narrows his eyes at Ace, "That's what plays on the radio."
Deuce tries to be more polite and says he thought you were the type to listen to classical music.
"I look that boring, huh?"
"I wouldn't say boring," Jack avoids looking you in the eye. "But if you were in the middle of a crowd, it'd be pretty hard to spot you."
That certainly made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.
You found yourself not caring all too much about it, though, too excited by the instance of encountering one of your listeners.
You also felt a bit nervous. They wanted the whole album. Would they like it as much as they liked that song?
You couldn't be sure, but you did know one thing.
Being unsure got you nothing. Now was the time to take a risk.
And take a risk you will.
It isn't until after Jack helps you that weekend that you make a post thanking your small but growing following and announce that you'll be releasing (or technically rereleasing) your album on a specified date and time. You tell them that this time, your music will come to Magicam and the app you learned about from your encounter.
You're relieved by the copious amounts of positive feedback you get in return, and you even spot the very same student you met in your comment section.
You're feeling hopeful after the encounter.
A little bit more secure.
Everyone around you notices you seem to be a little bit more energetic.
They don't comment on it. They chalk it up to you finally accepting that you were stuck in Twisted Wonderland and learning to live with it.
Crowley notices your happy attitude, but he doesn't realize just how drastically your mood has changed until he accidentally crosses paths with you.
This man is just about ready to start sprinting
And then you walk past him with a bit of pep in your step, flashing him a smile alongside a polite, "Good afternoon, Headmage!"
He almost bursts into tears at your demeanor.
Finally, you've come to be grateful for all his kindness and hard work...! Boohoo... boohoohoo, he is so proud... of himself for raising you into such a courteous young man.
When the day finally comes, you release the album just as you had promised, music videos and all.
You are about to go to bed when you catch Malleus outside. Grim is already out cold, so you join him.
Maybe it's the fact that he'll live forever, but you think Malleus is the most metal guy you've ever met.
But he's also really sweet.
He's a pretty clueless guy when it comes to interactions, but who isn't? He may be a fae, but you think he's plenty human.
He doesn't realize it, but you think he's a great conversationalist, and an even better friend to turn to in times of need.
You tell him things you don't tell anyone else. Like your previously mentioned worries for what the future beyond NRC holds in store for you, and if you will be able to truly grow accustomed to Twisted Wonderland.
You admit to him that you don't know if you would be able to leave.
Not in the sense of having the ability to or not.
But because-
"I want to be here to make sure Grim never wakes up cold and hungry again."
You haven't even told Grim that.
So when you're in the midst of growing your presence, Malleus is the only person you tell about your music. It's not like he's going to go around telling anyone, especially after you ask him to keep it a secret.
You don't tell him about your financial situation.
God knows what he'd do, that guy- probably get you some rare ores.
But you tell him about how you've been secretly releasing music you made back in your other world.
You don't let him listen to your music because, for some reason, you feel oddly embarrassed about it. You can't imagine Malleus being a fan of rock. It's also been a long while since you even embraced that side of yourself.
Your music videos are also...
Not appropriate.
It's not like you're a nudist or anything.
You just tend to look like a bit of a slut.
Not that there's anything wrong with sluts. It's just a bit strange because all anyone has seen you in is a completely basic outfit that doesn't exactly do anything for you.
You look like an incredibly boring person compared to the one in your videos.
Malleus doesn't mind that you don't show him, though.
He's so happy about being trusted with a secret that he declares in the most serious tone you've ever heard that he will never tell your secret, even if he were being tortured. You tell him that under those circumstances, he should tell your secret immediately.
"I must decline your suggestion, Child of Man."
"You're way hardcore, Hornton."
He isn't sure what that means, but when you tell him it means he's "really cool", he feels pride grow in the depths of his chest. He doesn't know what temperature has to do with anything, but the look on your face tells him it's a good thing.
He tells you that he knows you will succeed in your artistic endeavors.
You reply by telling him that if you ever perform in a concert, he's the first person you'll invite.
"Would it not be most reasonable to invite Grim first? You are doing it for him, after all."
You laugh, "No way. He might actually die in the mosh pit."
He doesn't know what a mosh pit is, but he pictures a massive bottomless pit. He can't imagine why there would be one at a concert, but he agrees nonetheless that it wouldn't be wise to bring Grim if that were the case.
Overall, that night, you send a very smug Hornton back to Diasomnia. Lilia won't know what has Malleus so happy, but he will when he asks, and all Malleus says is, "I am afraid I cannot tell you. I have sworn secrecy to my Child of Man."
You go to bed feeling the best you've ever felt in Twisted Wonderland.
You try not to look at your phone as you head back to bed.
Through sheer restraint, you stop yourself.
You climb back into bed and go to sleep, but not before giving Grim's head a scratch, whispering to him, "Tomorrow, I'm buying you a bunch of tuna."
You try not to get on your phone first thing in the morning, too nervous to look at your feedback.
You honestly don't expect much response yet, since you released your first album late at night.
So, you try really hard to act casual as you're walking to class with Grim.
The two of you are walking through hallways, and as you look around, you start to notice that it seems like everyone is on their phone. Some are huddled in small groups around the person holding the phone, some are just listening to music as they walk to class, and some are typing away.
Someone almost steps on Grim while on their phone.
"Argh?! What's up with everyone?!"
You decide to hold onto him, muttering as you send the student a small glare, "I have no idea..."
Professor Crewel confiscates a lot more phones than usual during your first class.
Throughout the day, you become more confused, wondering what all the commotion is about.
Did some highly anticipated movie trailer drop? Everyone seems energetic.
Happy.
Which is totally weird, because a majority of students at NRC are usually in a pretty bitter mood.
Everyone is a little too nice. It's weird.
There's a noticeable shift, and you overhear some of the staff talking about how strange it is.
There are a lot fewer fights on campus, and that's saying something, because this is Night Raven College. It's the fighting school, practically a thunderdome.
Everyone is... getting along?
Yet...
There's a strong air of tension in the air.
Energy is building, and you aren't quite sure what that energy is.
Now, getting into the meat of it-
In your other world, you're somewhat recognized as a symbol of anarchy.
Your music consists of social commentary.
Occasionally, you advocate for chaos and the destruction/vandalism of government buildings- as one does.
You condemn those who advocate for war and general violence against the common folk.
Colonization, discrimination, the human condition, class struggle.
You're singing about it, and you aren't happy about it.
You completely disregard the status quo.
You're aggressive. You're shamelessly and bluntly honest. You're crude, lewd, and indecent, and you don't give a single fuck about those who criticize you.
Considering this, you aren't exactly filthy rich. Your general beliefs lead you to invest more money in your performances and charity rather than your actual lifestyle. You give just enough money to still be comfortable.
When you're [Stage Name], your hair is too messy. You're wearing too much makeup. You have too many piercings. You're wearing clothes that are too tight. Sometimes, you're hardly wearing any clothes at all.
You wear lacy bras like they're t-shirts, potentially revealing the shiny piecing on above your belly button, laced-up leather pants that show off your skin all the way up to your hips, heels so tall and sharp they're practically knives. You wear old fur coats, corsets, garters, and tight skirts. It's difficult to find a single instance where you aren't wearing anything studded or covered in spikes. You throw on the most insane-looking patterns together and somehow make them look good.
I like to imagine you ironically wear a military general's hat. You wear it so low that it obscures your appearance even more.
Your persona is so utterly chaotic and alternative that some people get into fights trying to identify if you're a man or a woman. You'd say they're missing the point.
You go above and beyond to completely obliterate the boundaries that contain society.
Your lyrics, your music videos, and your persona itself are a reflection of that, and Seven is it influential.
Because of that, no one would ever even humor the idea of you, the magicless and kind-hearted prefect, as being the mysterious rockstar who somehow rose to fame seemingly overnight.
Yes, as everyone reading this expected, it was you who had everyone so captivated.
Not that they knew.
You had somehow amassed an insane amount of attraction.
Not only attraction, but money.
An insane amount.
Ridiculously so.
At first, most thought you were some industry plant.
But then they realized-
You weren't affiliated with a company.
So just who was this musician?
Rock definitely exists in Twisted Wonderland, but I assume some stylistic choices exist only in your world, so it catches the attention of lots of people.
They think you're a genius. Stylistically and lyrically.
You realize it's you everyone at NRC is interested in when, at some point, it comes out that Heartslybul was majorly vandalized, spraypainted with your lyrics, and the fountain in their entrance had red dye dumped in it.
You aren't there to witness it yourself, but Ace and Deuce are spamming your group chat nonstop with pictures and how Riddle is going off the rails.
Riddle isn't just foaming at the mouth; he looks like he'll genuinely overblot with the way he's threatening to collar every single student in Heartslybul until the perpetrator comes forward.
Of course, no one does, because he might actually kill them.
Y'know, you might have thought it was a little funny if it was back when he was a tyrant.
However, given his development, you're irked.
Unfortunately, it seems this is only the beginning.
Because it appears that this single act will unleash a school-wide riot.
Night Raven College is about to fall into complete chaos.
And a boy by [Stage Name] is to blame.
"Dispatch genderbend exists" I say quietly consuming my tiktok
im just gonna come right out and say it:
pretty much everyone in this fandom portrays Silver as this perfect, flawless, polite, beautiful, princely, romantic gentleman who can do absolutely no wrong in his life ever. which is… not really accurate at all.
he’s odd. he struggles with showing emotions and doesn’t understand social cues very well. his dorm uniform vignette is literally about how people find him strange and unapproachable due to his lack of expressiveness. in his lab coat vignette, Jamil straight up calls him weird to his face and he fully agrees without hesitation.
and in one of his voice lines, he calls Yuu strange just for wanting to hang out with him. stop and think about that for a second. he considers himself boring and doesn’t expect anyone would want to spend time with him. maybe he used to try and make friends, but people kept avoiding him, saying that he wasn’t fun to be around.
he’s not the handsome guy that everybody in the school falls for, he’s the quiet kid who doesn’t say much or has any friends outside of his own personal circle. and i think that has a lot of potential for angst.
Just because he looks princy to you doesn't mean he does act princy
He's literally in diasomnia y'all
HELL DIDN'T OUR FIRST TIME HEARING OF DIASOMNIA AT THE CAFETERIA WITH THE HEARTSLABYUL GANG(minus riddle), ONE OF THEM SAID "they don't exactly look like they're rolling out the red carpet for us" to Lilia or something??? If Silver is as ethereal as we see him, why aren't the others acknowledging it like "That silver hair guy could've been in pomefiore"
He's weird and he's a cutie that's all
Okay, ik this is random but a thought just popped up in my head... and like, what if yuu (us) had a..
Warnings ⚠️: cussing, idk Grammer, a little sprinkle of glitter (angst), I was probably high as I write this, spoilers for overblots!! and bla bla bla, lots of warnings you should know about, it's romance (because I want to feed my delusions, please let me have this one time 🙏🙏🙏), maybe OOC? Idk but it's that lethal face card okay? 😘 you're beautiful, reader is Gender neutral but might as well become someone's wifey. P.s I had even saw this in tiktok abt some TWST guy gets dared but then sees your face and stuff, so it got me thinking.
Lethal face card?
FINALLY AFTER SO LONG. I'VE FOUND YOU AGAIN.
It sure is extra bright outside in the summer (;・∀・)
Please... One chance... Anything...

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Does anyone know where the twst x reader post about where reader has like otherworldly beauty thing because obviously they're from another world so what they see themselves as average, to the twst cast, they're so beautiful it beats vil's score??
EDIT: THIS IS NOT A DRILL WE'VE FOUND THE FANFIC THANKS TO @annicishana GOD THANK YOU
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Leona's personality quirky trait isn't laziness, he's just severely depressed without getting proper treatment I need people to remember that