a/n: it’s been too damn long! finally graduated from university and have some time to dust off my tombs and flex my creative muscles again. excited to get back to my original ideas and requests you ask of me. reminder again i do not like this man but i am stubborn to a fault to continue what ive started and will keep him as a muse/face claim and i do not associate myself with anything he is in real life. :) stay tuned for more work from me rolling out!
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Warnings: angst, mentions of past bad relationships, world-building, nervous Steve
“Oh my,” your assistant cooed happily. She clutched her hands to her chest, swooning like some lovesick schoolgirl. The scene unfolding only a few feet away from you didn’t have the same effect on you. “You outdid yourself matching these two. They are so in love.”
You smiled to appear happy and pretend you couldn’t care less about the newfound love the pair you matched experienced. It was only a matter of time until they, too, would part ways.
One way or another, one of them would find someone newer, better, or funnier and leave.
“Boss, can I ask you something?” Your assistant shifted from one foot to the other, obviously nervous.
“Shoot me with your best shot,” you replied with a fake smile. Your mind was elsewhere, already planning on investing the money you made with your latest assignment.
“Why are you making everyone happy but yourself? Why don’t you look for a partner yourself?” She looked so sweet and innocent, and it told you everything you needed to know. Your assistant never got her heart broken so badly that you simply cannot pick all the puzzle pieces up. “Don’t you, out of all the people, believe in love?”
She watched your face as you opened your mouth to answer her. “I believe in love. I simply don’t believe in men and relationships any longer. It’s not for me.”
Your assistant blinked a few times. “How can you believe in love but not in relationships?” She asked, confused at your statement.
“Love comes in many forms, Esmé.” You shrugged at the shocked expression. “I know what you think. Why in the world would someone not believing in relationships bring people together?”
“Yeah… I mean. That’s a little odd, isn’t it?” Esmé replied, eyes drifting toward the happy couple sealing their bond. They invited you, their matchmaker, and Esme to their wedding to watch them get their happily ever after.
Your features saddened when you said, “Maybe, I still hope some of them will make it longer than a few years before things change.”
“Boss—” Esmé watched you fumble with your phone. “Can I ask you what happened? Why did you give up on relationships?”
“Nothing special,” you said, but your tone gave your lie away. “I met a guy every woman wanted. Every woman but me. He chased me for months, never giving up.” You smiled for a second, but the smile faded as soon as you said his name. “Christian was determined to win me over. And I slowly lowered my defense. I gave in, and we went on the perfect date they show in movies.”
“Aww…” Esmé swooned, staring at you as if she saw a miracle happen. She was the kind of woman who still believed in everlasting love. And in a way, you envied her.
“It was great. Everyone would call our love story a fairytale straight out of a movie.” You glanced at the happy couple celebrating their love. “Flowers every week, thoughtful gifts, love confessions, carefully planned dates.”
“But…” Esmé frowned deeply. “What happened? If he was so nice and attentive…, why did it end in ruins?”
“A cliché happened, Esme,” you scoffed at the memory. “It started with forgotten dates, working late, and weeks of absence because he had yet another business trip. After he forgot our fifth anniversary, I was sure he had found some other woman.”
“OH…no,” Esmé’s voice broke. “I’m so sorry. He sounded so great.”
“Yeah, he did. On paper, Christian was the doting and devoted boyfriend. In reality, I walked in on him and his cliché on my birthday,” you laughed at the memory. “I had hoped that Christian had prepared a surprise for my birthday. In a way, he did. Walking in on your boyfriend and his ex-fiancée was indeed a surprise.”
“Fuck.” You snickered at Esmé’s outburst. “Sorry, boss, but that’s shitty. Even for a man.”
“It wasn’t too hurtful. At that time, I already knew he was seeing someone. For a smart man, he was rather dumb at hiding his affair. Lipstick on his shirt, love bites, and hickeys on his neck. The usual shit, telling you the person you love is fucking someone else.”
Esme nodded, her cheerful mood turned sour. She averted her gaze and sighed. “Why can’t they just break things off?” There it was, her own hurtful memory resurfacing.
“Some people want to eat their cake and keep it too.” "You said," venom in your voice. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Back then, most of my things were already packed. I came back to see if there was a tiny chance that I got it all wrong.”
“Who would’ve thought that men can be so cruel? One moment, they love you and make promises. Only to break them.” Esmé sounded bitter. A stark contrast to the cheerful woman she was only moments ago.
“I walked in on them while they were trying to win the Olympiad in bed gymnastics,” you joked, trying to cheer your assistant up. “The moment they saw me, Christian tried to lie to me, pretending they were, in fact, not fucking.”
“How stupid!” Esmé exclaimed, stomping her foot. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t care. I started packing my last suitcase and told them not to stop on my account.” You chuckled at the memory. “You should’ve seen their faces.”
Esmé couldn’t reply. The bride’s mother asked you to join them for drinks. You didn’t want to be rude. They were all welcoming and friendly. It wasn’t their fault that you weren’t a fan of weddings any longer.
A few weeks later, the wedding and your conversation with Esmé were still lingering in the back of your mind. Though you didn’t have the time to think about it for much longer.
Another client was waiting for you to find the perfect partner for him. His name was Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America himself. Why a man like him came to you was beyond you, but you wouldn’t complain.
He looked a little nervous while sitting opposite you. “Uh—I honestly don’t know why I came here. Tony said I should try to find a partner. It’s just…not that easy.”
“Understandable,” you replied, acting all professional. You didn’t want Captain Rogers to know that finding a partner for him would drive your business forward. “I’ll try my very best to find a partner for you. Before we get to this, I need to get to know you better.”
“What does that include?” Steve cocked his head, watching you open your laptop.
You gave him a warm smile when you looked at him. He genuinely seemed to be nervous. “I need to assess your needs first. What do you want in a partner, and what can you offer a potential partner in return?”
“My job…isn’t the safest. I’m a public figure, and everyone knows that I’m Captain America. A potential partner needs to know that I’ll often be away and that they could end up in danger because of me.”
“Hmm…” You nodded thoughtfully. At least he was honest. “That could be a problem. Many women are looking for a partner who comes home after work.”
“I—maybe this was a bad idea, ma’am.” Steve stammered, getting up from his chair. You were quick to stop him. Letting a client like him slip through your fingers would be the dumbest thing you've ever done.
“Wait!” You got up too, grabbing his wrist. “What about this? You can show me your life for a month. I can get a better picture of your life and maybe find a suitable partner. I have some clients who are with the FBI, police, and agencies. They could be a match, but they are very picky.”
He furrowed his brows. “You think I’m not good enough for them?”
“What?? No!” You were quick to reply. “It’s just that they are looking for a partner waiting at home for them, too. But, if I knew you better, I could convince them to shoot their shot at you.”
“That doesn’t sound romantic,” Steve sadly replied. “I was in love with a wonderful woman in the past, but we never got our happy ending.”
“Mr. Rogers, Captain,” you sternly said, holding his gaze. “That’s the first thing we should discuss. If you are still hung up on the past, you won’t get anywhere. No woman wants to live in the shadow of a past lover.”
Steve nodded, his blue eyes boring into you. “You did, and it hurt you.” He concluded, and you internally cursed him. Steve Rogers was a natural when it came to reading people.”
You look at the compass in his hands, the one with Peggy Carter’s photo inside.
“I did. And yes, it hurt me deeply.” It was a struggle to keep your voice even. “I know from firsthand experience how it feels to be second best to the man you love. So, please take your time, and think about giving up on the shadow from your past.”
I've thought up a Mulan themed event: NRC goes on a field trip to the twst equivalent of China and accidentally get sent back in time. Half end up becoming soldiers and fighting alongside twst Mulan, a boy who crossdresses to infiltrate enemy territory, and twst Mushu, a long woman who watches over twst Mulan and his family, under the orders of twst Shang, the daughter of a general who leads an army herself, and the other half end up crossdressing as ladies in waiting for twst Shang (Floyd blows their cover eating one of his fruit boobs). I imagine Lilia being the big thematic character for this, not only because of his past with war but also finding twst Mulan and Shang's relationship to be similar to his and Maleanor's.
I then realized I came up with absolutely nothing for twst Shan Yu 🙃
That's definitely an ambitious event idea!! It doesn't really follow the conventions of your usual Twst event though (for example, not even the big annual Halloween events introduce more than one new twisted character), so I don't think Twst would officially release something like this. I also think the subject matter isn't particularly suitable for a general event, which tend to be more light-hearted and don't deal with like... teenagers fighting in wars. That's saved for the main story/j And then I guess my last reservation would be the time travel magic??? That doesn't sound like a spell one can accidentally stumble into; it sounds like something that would demand a lot of magic in order to pull off. Like, Malleus Draconia levels of time-stopping magic. The more I think about it, the more it sounds like a big new arc for the main story, not a one-and-done event.
I do think the idea of the boys "crossdressing" (put in quotation marks to not offend Vil, who would probably tell me it's ridiculous to gender clothing) is silly 😭 Maybe Vil can take charge in dressing up the boys in their metaphorical "battle armor", like how Mulan was prepared for the Matchmaker at the start of the film. After all, beauty is power!! I can totally see Floyd blowing their cover anyway because he got hungry and decided he wanted to crunch on an apple, yeah
If we were to ever get a Land of Crimson Long event, I always envision Lilia as the SSR for a multitude of reasons. That's the location he chooses to retire to, Diasomnia's Halloween costume is the long, he has told Silver stories about Mulan, and then there's the war connection and how he and Maleanor mirror Mulan and Shang in various ways. It's hard to separate Lilia from the Land of Crimson Long in my mind.
I discussed that a twisted!Shan Yu might be like in an older post! But honestly, he's easily one of Disney's less interesting villains so they'd have to do a lot of work with him if they ever made the decision to introduce a twisted version of him to the Twst lore.
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a bisexual widow ragebaits an old man and starts trouble for 2 hours, while setting up two autistic idiots with two beautiful women, and a short diva with the world’s tallest man.
one of the autistic men hides in a closet. he and his friend are referred to, and refer to themselves, as “gay” multiple times.
costume designer? lesbian. two of the actors? bisexual. composer? gay. original playwright? gay. an actor from the original film? gay.
in the original film, the autistic men dress in drag and one of them regularly eats leaves from random bushes.
in the original play, one of the autistic men — while in drag — is told that he “make[s] a lovely woman” and “ought to stay that way” because he “would live a very happy life.”
