So, I Should Be Starting This Soon

when Zack had to come back without a sweater... 😳

I've mentioned these theories many times, and I think you TWST lot here may like them!

Specifically about Crowley! (Crowley Hate is NOT allowed on my blog as he is my #1 favourite character from TWST)

In brief, Crowley is Malleus' father, but Crowley is also cursed.

Now to explain.

Let's start with Crowley is a Fae. We know 3 (?) other characters with the pointed ears {Malleus, Lilia and Baul}, of which all are Fae. Crowley has the same pointed ears as those three. There's no other race in TWST with those pointed ears.

Now, we also know nothing about Crowley's age, homeland nor past. We also don't know the reason for the mask he wears - this is where the curse theory comes in. What if the mask is there to potentially hide the curse marking or something? The curse in question being that one day, unknown to Crowley, the people around him will suffer in many ways. This could be part of the Overblots too.

Now, how does that work into the Malleus' father theory? We know Crowley runs from danger and problems - we don't know why he does this, so is it a state of attempting to protect people? In which case, could he have ran from Malleus and Malleus' mother to protect them?

Also within that theory - appearance. Crowley and Malleus have identical hair colour, and similar complexion shades. They also have a similar facial shape, and as weird as it maybe, expressions.

AND! The creator of TWST yassified the fucking crocodile... And there's no crow in Diasomnia, but Maleficent has a crow (Diablo)... Why wouldn't the creator YASSIFY THE CROW?!

Thank you for coming to my theory rant

AllTober Day 3: Forced to share a blanket/bed etc

Contains: Gayness :), Wriolette, Neuvillette losing his cool slightly, Neuvillette Spoilers

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Wriothesley, Neuvillette

Being forced to take a break, Neuvillette was faced with a multitude of issues. Trials were on hold, he wasn't in the comfort of his office and Wriothesley.

Not that anything was wrong with Wriothesley, of course, but Neuvillette was told he would be staying with Wriothesley - unless he wanted a old time meteor on his head (again). The issue was that Wriothesley had ONE bed. ONE.

And Wriothesley did not sleep without moving around.

Currently, Neuvillette found himself almost against the wall, while Wriothesley fidgeted about behind him. Neuvillette had specifically asked for a second cover incase this happened but the rustling drove Neuvillette insane.

That was until he tapped Wriothesley's shoulder to wake him up.

"Can you try and stay still? I cannot sleep with the fidgeting and rustling." Neuvillette frowned, Wriothesley just giving him a tired smirk.

"Are you going to give me a hug for the rest of the night?" Wriothesley challenged. He didn't expect Neuvillette to literally open his arms at that moment.

"If it stops you moving around, yes" Neuvillette agreed, and Wriothesley grinned, happily shuffling into Neuvillette's embrace. As quickly as he'd been woke, Wriothesley fell asleep once again.

Neuvillette convinced himself that it was just so Wriothesley would stop moving, that's until Wriothesley ended up hugging him as well and burying his head in Neuvillette's chest. Neuvillette quickly learned that Wriothesley was more than a friend or colleague, but a mortal Neuvillette had fallen for...

Perhaps this forced break wouldn't be so bad...

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Space: Nightmares

Fandom: Original Work

AU?: N/A

Extra: Original characters again, whoop whoop!!

Warnings: Abuse, Blood mentioned, death, lifeless bodies referred to as dolls

Tag: @badthingshappenbingo

A Nightmare For Death

Trembling with both sections of his tail in his mouth, chewing on scales and leathery flesh, the boy remained as silent as possible. The tiny safe room his mother had installed into his room was a secret to that monster of a man. Why was he doing this? Young, little Mortalitas had done nothing wrong!

"C'mon brat, I know you're in this house somewhere!"

Still, he remained silent, daring to peer into the little view slot that he had so he could see if he was safe. He had to cover his mouth to stifle a scream. That was his mother... Dead. Lifeless. Being dragged like a pathetic doll by her clothes. Of course, the stifled scream didn't go unnoticed, and Mortalitas panicked as his hidey hole was approached.

The man, his father, or at least he's supposed to call this wretched man, had an expression that was more gnarled than an old iron gate. A vile, violent, vicious man who didn't understand the concept of love unless it required forceful and mercilessly hands. Not that it was love, and young, little Mortalitas knew that.

But when the little hidey hole was revealed, everything changed. The body was no longer his mother's, but rather instead his husband's. No... That wasn't possible... His husband wouldn't have been killed. Right? RIGHT? But alas, the clothing was now the Prince's official attire, ripped and shredded. The tri-coloured hair - blonde, baby blue and pastel pink - was matted with blood, the usually lively body language rendered down to the same movements of a ragdoll.

Similarly, his father was no longer his father. For one, his father did not have brown hair like the mud of a floodplain, shaggy and unkempt. His father didn't have grey, steel eyes that held not even one sane moral behind them. His father wasn't a mindless, cruel human, who's only concern was experimentation and torture. But yes, the man had changed too. Clad in a white lab coat stained red, with larger gloves of that sickening doctors' blue, a sneer plastered like a smile on his face - the CEO and lead scientist of the country's biggest threat.

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Waking with a startled gasp, the king stared at the ceiling with his chest heaving. His usually playful and unserious partner sat up beside him, a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Mortal...?"

The king could only sit up himself, and hold onto Jester with a vice hug, refusing to let him go. Jester held Mortalitas in return, securely in his arms where no one could dare to hurt him. Jester wasn't too clued up on Mortalitas' childhood, but he had a few ideas of what had occurred for his kingly lover. He never pried for the information but this was clearly more than his past.

"Mortal, dear...?"

"... You were dead... He killed you..."

The usually manic prince could only hold his beloved tighter. He knew that Mortalitas had lost almost everyone in his life, and he knew that he feared losing Jester. He made the attempt to soothe him, gentle hands raking through surprisingly untangled hair of a white, purple and black combination. It was painful, watching him struggle with no way for Jester to help. If only he could take away all that horror, pain, trauma, terror... Everything that his beloved ever suffered. But of course, that isn't possible. Jester can only hold him while he sobs, gut-wrenching heaves of his chest as his hands cling tightly to Jester. Sounds that no one ever wants to hear from anyone. Sounds that no matter what happens, you want to protect them with your whole being.

And, despite his lesser power, Jester would throw himself in harms way for the man in his arms.

Kerosene's Collection

Space: The Collector

Fandom: Original Work

AU?: N/A

Extra: This, like the other entries, is my own world and characters.

Warnings: Mentions of real skulls, torture, murder and blood

Tag: @badthingshappenbingo

A deep smell of chemicals and vinegar filled the room, a seemingly normal room to the outside world. But, trust me when I say, the contents of this room are far from normal. At its centre was a metal table with 4 reels of chains drilled to the underside. Those chains had bands of leather, able to be buckled tight, connected to the end. The top surface was scratched and battered, the small trenches in the metal seeming to be stained a reddish brown, similar to old blood on fabric. Around the edge of the room was counters and cabinets and cupboards galore. Some cupboards were labelled: beakers, flasks, pipettes, that sort of thing. Cabinets were bolted shut and locked with heavy-duty padlocks, no one was getting into them.

But that wasn't the weirdest thing within this room. In the far left alcove there's a series of shelves, each one lined with skulls. Though, the skulls were not the fake realistic ones, decorated with roses or playing cards. They were as real as the rest of the room. They ranged in shape, size and species - some were human, others had fangs, horns and wing bones as well. Each one had a little plaque in front of it, like the plaques you get for a teacher's or boss' desk, with names etched into them. The names of those who the skulls belonged to.

An echoey thud resonated through the room, followed by babbling from a psychopath. Babbling about how he'd have another for his beloved collection. Another person on his list, tortured and destroyed. How he'd join in on the search parties when they were announced missing. Muffled screams and aimless kicks accompanied the man, his hand tangled into messy hair while his wrist was clung to. Not that he could feel it - metal had no nerves - and this pathetic, screaming scum was the reason behind the metal. He would take his sweet time with this one.

Ragging the little shit by the hair, he tossed them like an old doll onto the metal, painfully holding their head down while he fastened the band over them. Chains clanked and tinkled as he moved the binds, locking this darling freak to the bed of their death.

What would he do? How would he do it? Oh the possibilities!!!

All he did know though... Was that there would be a new head on his collection...

Ooo tagged let's go!

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AllTober - Day 1: "Run!"

Contains: Small Description of Blood/Blot, Book 7 Spoilers, Levan Crowley theory

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Dire Crowley/Levan Draconia, Malenoa Draconia, Malleus Draconia

"You were cursed? Levan, why didn't you say anything beforehand?"

"I thought it'd be safer that way, but of course, now Malleus is here, I cannot keep it from you."

"Levan..."

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The air of Briar Valley fell thick with a sense of trouble. Typical dark forests and jagged stones became monstrous omens for whatever hell was currently waiting to unfold.

In the castle grounds of the Draconia family, tension was growing. Malenoa held her child to her chest, her face drained of any other emotion than fear. Young prince Malleus slept soundlessly in her arms, unaware of the reign of terror occuring in the confines of his own home.

"Malenoa~ where did you goooo~?"

The queen could only pray that her husband's hearing hadn't increased. She remained light on her feet, running through the castle, hiding in nooks and crannies when she saw the hideous trail of blot. Black, inky blot.

She could do it. She could protect Malleus and survive.

"My dear, dear queen... must you hide from me? Where are you?"

Malenoa made a quick dash for her army's quarter of the castle, where she barricaded the door while she recollected herself. Ordering one of the men in the room to protect Malleus with his life, Malenoa snatched her staff.

She walked silently back through the castle, this time searching for her husband - or the monster that he currently was.

"Malenoa, my dear! There you are~ you led me on a merry chase my love!"

Her husband was still in there. She knew it. Destroy the blot monster, and he would be fine...

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Finally waking up from whatever spell Malleus had cast, Crowley looked around at the staff and students still asleep, or at least stirring. The overblot had been stopped at last, but to what cost? Malleus now knew who Crowley truly was, and it worried the crow.

"You left your own family?!" One of the students screamed at him, but Crowley heard it not.

7 overblots. His curse.

Crowley's wings and cloak fused, changing to giant, pitch black wings, several times the size of Crowley. The mask shattered on one side, gleaming yellow eye starting to drip with that inky substance.

"Please..."

Crowley barely recognised his voice.

"Run."

Not even a second later, a blood-curdling cry, somewhere between a crow call and a scream, ripped from the Headmage.

The gold claws were fused to him, growing longer into the equivalent of an eagle's talons. Whatever remained of the beak on his mask lengthened out, curling more down.

He gave them all one last warning.

"RUN!"

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