@ohagi_000: 『オクタヴィネルへようこそ』#twst #おすすめ

りんご飴 :

初コメだぁぁ！おはぎさんのオクタヴィネルめっちゃ好きです！🥰

ユウ :

可愛いー新しいオクタ待ってました！いつもありがとうございます！

༺Batty༻ || RIP Trey Clover :

Since the day I got into Twisted fandom, I immediately loved Azul. Their sexiness and just outbursting aura caught my attention the first time I laid my eyes on them, but every day since I read book 3, I so wanted them to be included, I wanted more azul content and not just one main story chapter with not even much of him in it… that was a pity, I can’t lie. But even so! The following chapters including them made me so happy, my love towards Azul manually increased. I started loving them more as a character. Finding more about Azul made me so happy, cuz I know that there for sure are things that we share, which completely makes me super happy that they’re just like my dear "soulmate". My love towards Azul never disappeared since the first day, and probably never will, they’re such a big part of my life that I can't imagine it all without them, I wouldn't have done anything without thinking about Azul. I'm so happy that they exists, that they’re my cool partner and my lover. Yes, you read it well, Azul is my lover, just mine and not anyone else’s. I can’t stand when I see people simping over my only dear Azul ashengrotto. Every time I see ships with them except me I get so jealous and sad. I have seen these ships… and honestly, they just make me jealous. So jealous. So sad… Why would people ship them with someone other than me? Am I not interesting? No, I’m just not a fictional character. That’s why. But it’s okay. At least here in my world, I can just imagine myself in the fictional world with him… and that makes me happy. I love Azul Ashengrotto so much.

わらびちゃん :

え、めっちゃ絵上手くないですか？

ゆ :

おはぎさんが描くオクタ最高です🥹💖

🐙 ( ＞Д＜；) (azul fan #1) @ :

AZUL ASHENGROTTO SUPREMACY

🩷ྀི 𝐮𝟏.🤍ྀི :

式典服とか書き込みえぐくてめっちゃびっくり🫪🫪🫪🫪

小エビ :

えやばいイケメソすぎて転入します

Rozu🌹 :

フロさんの式典服の模様書き忘れてますよ！ 今回も絵が上手くてすごくすこです！

✮ :

好きすぎてやばいです

ぱぱいや :

すき

S :

ありがとう、待ち望んでたんだ

Nemchil :

はい素晴らしい 表情めろすぎやろがい...՞╥⩊╥՞

ミジンコ :

ぎゃんかわオクタ最高大好き

𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓 :

マヨネ :

こき使ってください✨✨

ᑎᗝⵋᗝᖘᗝᕼᕠ ᙅᑌᕼᑌ :

@Tekiteru какие же они шикарные

Миджиро (미지) :

❤️❤️❤️❤️

user4658971570587 :

🥰🥰🥰

LadyCroma :

🫰

𝕬𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖆𝕺𝖋𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 :

Jade Leech... The thought of him is strangely quiet. Not comforting. Not unsettling. Merely... patient. Like the stillness of a forest after rain, where every leaf glistens beneath dim light, and yet something unseen lingers just beyond your sight. There is an elegance to Jade that never feels forced. Every smile rests perfectly upon his lips. Every word is measured. Every gesture is deliberate. He carries himself with such effortless composure that it becomes impossible to tell where sincerity ends and amusement begins. People often believe they understand him. They never do. Jade has a way of looking at others that feels almost invasive. Not because his gaze is cruel, but because it is observant. As though he quietly collects every hesitation, every weakness, every fleeting expression, storing them away behind that impeccable smile. He rarely interrupts. Rarely argues. He simply waits. And somehow... waiting makes him even more dangerous. His politeness is flawless, yet it never feels harmless. It is the kind of kindness that keeps you wondering whether you are being welcomed... or carefully led exactly where he wants you to go. He enjoys mysteries more than answers. Uncertainty more than certainty. Watching rather than acting. There is something endlessly fascinating about a person who never seems rushed to reveal himself. And perhaps that is what captivates me most. Not his intelligence. Not his elegance. But the fact that no matter how long I look at him, I never feel any closer to understanding him. There are moments, however fleeting, when his smile softens in a way that almost seems genuine. Moments when curiosity overtakes calculation. When he speaks about the things he truly loves with a quiet enthusiasm that escapes his careful mask for only a heartbeat. Those moments are rare. Which is precisely why they matter. Standing beside Jade feels like wandering deeper into unfamiliar woods. Nothing forces you forward. Nothing threatens you outright. Yet with every step, the path behind you grows harder to find, until you realize you have willingly become lost. Jade is neither honest nor deceptive. Neither gentle nor cruel. He exists somewhere between truth and performance, where every word could mean exactly what it sounds like... or something entirely different. And perhaps that is the true danger of loving Jade Leech. Not that he would manipulate your heart. But that one day you would stop trying to distinguish between his genuine smiles and the ones carefully chosen for your sake... because both would become equally precious to you.