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* (sorry, it will happen again.) TWISTED WONDERLAND MULTI - MUSE ft. primarily OCs and like one or two canon characters (mostly Crowley. sorry.) Relaxed blog, sporadic activity, art heavy, multi verse and multi ship. dash only. by linnea. CARRD. (rules, muse list, biography pages, etc.) MC/YUU CARRD (just yuyu! for easy reading.) MAIN OC DOC (just davaa! for easy reading)

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[click for full view] from left to right: Yuyu, Asiri, Davaa, Gottlieb, Nacre, Karyota, Jebe, Neith, Jeremiah

+ closeup of the people's princess YUYU!!

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"Hm, I don't know about that..." And he is standing like this 🧍‍♂️ as he says it. Crowley is being very vulnerable with you right now, do you understand? The breadth of his kindness? His trust in you? Random student and/or faculty or whomever this is he is addressing? His whole front is exposed to whatever harsh words you may have, or attacks, or what have you. Because he really doesn't know what you're talking about! And that's sad... and he wouldn't lie about it either... or pretend not to know because it's more convenient for him... Yes it may seem like he is slowly, yet obviously skirting away from your presence with his squeaky, gaudy shoes but you're just imagining things!

What do you do?

✒ Call him out / reprimand ✒ Agree ✒ Attack ✒ Dealers Choice

open ^_^

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I MISS HER! I MISS MY GYARU GAL WHO WILL KILL ON COMMAND!!!!!

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It felt sweet. The way someone’s name can feel on your tongue. Like honey and figs. Even if it’s bittersweet it’s still inviting. Sonically pleasing, warming the body, gentle on the soul. Melancholic. There are names you may not say aloud for a long time so the feeling of saying it doesn’t seem immediately apparent. Thinking it isn’t the same as hearing yourself say it. Forming the syllables with your lips and making it real. It’s different. You don’t realize the weight of a name until it’s spoken into existence. That’s how he felt in that moment, saying a name so fond in his memory but unsaid in recent years.

“Jamil?”

It was wishful thinking maybe. Davaa thought he’d meet Jamil one day, someday, but it wasn’t something he was actively searching for. Be it his own stops and starts, desire or fears, he kept the sentiment to the side, right in his periphery but never in front of him. It wasn’t so much avoidance as it was having other things to worry about. Both their lives seemed to be going perfectly sound (as far as Davaa knew on Jamil’s part, he would only ever see updates through magicam or what have you) but it was enough to satiate whatever anxieties he has for the former classmate’s well being as well as giving him an excuse to put it off. It’s not avoidance per se, he doesn’t want to fall back into that pattern, but butterflies in the pit of his stomach. Fluttering worries that are more stereotypically crush-shaped that makes him even more embarrassed. If he said ‘I miss you’ that would be painful. Painful in the cringe way right? Silly, ridiculous, delusional. Right? But he did. He does. And he wants to see this guy again even apart from past feelings because they were friends, even if neither of them admitted it outright back then. Stubborn teenage pride, the hubris of them both, is what was cringe. 

Things are different now. Years have passed. He’s standing in a gallery of his own blood, sweat and tears and some rich admirers are going to buy them for money he couldn’t exactly fathom. He was standing there only half paying attention to what his patrons were saying but he at least had his curator with him who was doing most of the heavy lifting on the negotiations, financial and logistics. There was a smudge on his glasses. He didn’t particularly like wearing them but he needed them to read now or for anything that requires finer detail work. It also totally makes him look smarter than he is, more refined or whatever. Along with slim-fit black slacks and dress shoes and black dress shirt practically half unbuttoned but tucked in because getting him into anything aside from joggers is a negotiation in itself. ‘You have to look presentable’ and all that. Even if anyone was allowed to wander in for the viewing, he still had to seem at least semi-serious as an artist. Although Davaa would argue having an eccentric gimmick would garner more attention, so he should have worn something totally obscene instead. Davaa is currently glad his manager had shot down that idea. 

His line of sight wanders to the smudge on the class directly in front of them, moving to remove them but hesitates when a distraction behind the buyer's head. It’s been awhile. Not too long, it could have been longer, but maybe just long enough. The man’s shoulders tense, his posture straightening and adding a good few inches back to his height from slouching. For how alert he seems now it’s possible his eyes even dilated after spotting them from across the room. But he’s still embroiled in this conversation. Brown eyes flicker from person to person, thinking frantically about what he should do right now at this very moment. Mouth gapes a little, preparing to excuse himself somehow but nothing came. He awkwardly shifts, shuffling away from the other three mumbling something something toilet something something emergency something you can have it for free hold on- and making a goofy little b-line to the familiar face.

@auratvm 💛

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khoa and asiri ^_^ bffs! @auratvm

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@ravencollege / pathetic 4 pathetic

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YOU KNOW, he is so kind. So gracious and generous and helpful. So helpful, in fact, that he will eagerly take on tasks he is not qualified for, if only to alleviate the burdens of his overworked staff. How hard could it be? Grading a written assessment from one of Trein's classes. It had a key and everything so obviously not at all! It was just tedious and... well his show was going to be on soon, and also he was hungry and could use a snack, maybe even something especially sinful and not good for his old aching body. He has graded exactly, half a test before the clicking of his fingers on his mahogany desk stopped and was replaced with the fluttering click-clack of his heels as he dashed out of his office in a haste, stack of papers in tow. Unlike Crowley's usual meandering however he walks with a purpose, finally making his way to a specific classroom whom he knows that attendant within. He peeks through the threshold of the doorway, smiling pleasantly. "Hellllloooooo~ Anyone home?" he knows someone is home. He knows Kuro has been assigned to this homeroom due to the other teacher being out sick. And since class had only just recently let out he knew that the sub would still be milling about, cleaning and what have you. Gold taloned fingers holds the stack of ungraded papers flush to his chest as he creeps in inch by inch, the chipper cheery act not falling at all.

@nihilara

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GYARU BEAM BITCH!!!!

i couldnt stop thinking about this post 🤭 @ravencollege

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I like to imagine my OCs as like... the C plot. As in the canon characters are the A plot, they've got all their wild world ending stuff going on, very dramatic. So there's a B plot... but they aren't involved with the B plot their problems are even less important. It's the C plot.

Like their plot is that they got scammed by some prick in octavinelle who sold them bogus kush and now they're back in their dorm room playing smash bros and arguing over whether separating your laundry is necessary or not.

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I recently updated Davaa's bio but I haven't put it in the carrd yet but here's his full bio via google docs! ( art by nondidd on twitter MWAH )

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"Like ohmygod!!! Explode and die!!!" Everyday she has to go through something... It's honestly so tragic because why her? Why does she have to go through something? All these somethings happening to her. It's bullshit! She's way to cute for this! And pink! And well-behaved but not so well-behaved that she's boring! And the worst part is living in a place like this, surrounded by people who can exclaim Explode And Die! and the person will actually explode and die, makes you feel pretty ineffectual. Her monster cat boss (Grim) has since shuffled off elsewhere in the middle of her lament, melodramatic complaining so she was left to her own devices in Sam's shop. Yuyu's got no issue talking to herself so she bides her time continuing her guffawing to a mannequin head instead. Pitiful... she was so wrapped up in her theatrics though that she no longer knew why she was in here or what she was getting. Nonetheless blowing off steam helped her and next thing she knew she's bringing what is clearly a display mannequin up to the front counter. "Hiii..." the most downtrodden hiiii ₊˚ෆ ~ you ever did hear, "Just this please..."

@kalfov 🎩💜🔮

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GYARU BEAM BITCH

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GYARU BEAM BITCH

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crowley having an ssr is crazy

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going back through my carrd is fun

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I’ll never draw him again, I swear…