#Epel felmier

[swanlitte]

Pomfam doodles (plus a deuce)

That long haired rook was drawn before the official Savannah claw Rook design was revealed lmoa

[rimerym]

OH MY GOSH???

I exorcized these damn pics so NOW I can go back to my fucking schedule djfjrjfvj

[moon-mage]

Been holding this in for months.

[incorrecttwsted]

[isy-easy]

Sketches •_~

[revivemyreverie]

part two of the commission is officially done!!!

Good luck grim.

Commission for lunarroll on vgen ft first year squad and their OC, Miume!

A 2nd part is will be made for this soon :DDDD

[bluesylveon2]

Why do they look alike??? 😭

[yatori-morgana]

————————————

"IMPREGNATE ME!!" (ᴘᴛ.ɪ)

————————————

What are the bois' reactions to you abruptly demanding them to impregnate you? (As a joke.)

Contents & Warnings: suggestive, very embarrassed boyfriends <3, crack taken seriously

»TWST x AFAB!reader

FIRST YEARS

second years

————————————

𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐫��𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚

Ace had been minding his own business, as he definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent always does. He definitely was not hiding anything suspicious in Deuce's bag to unpleasantly surprise him later. Ace would never do that.

And then the door to his dorm room slams open, and there you stand, panting and bent over like you'd just run a marathon. He snickers.

"Damn, you look like—"

"IMPREGNATE ME!"

Ace freezes and stares for maybe two seconds before busting into laughter. "Pfft— ahahaha! You're a riot! You can't actually mean—" And then he stops entirely. His eyes slowly start widening, and an expression of abject horror paints his features, along with a blush that makes his heart mark indistinguishable from the rest of his face. "You can't be serious. No way, Y/n, there's no— I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't mean— Well, I— You—"

He's floundering.

You throw him a lifeline between mirthful laughs. "No, Ace, I don't mean it. I'm fucking with you."

Stare.

"I hate you so much right now," Ace finally grumbles. "You're the worst."

"But you like it," you joke, lightly punching your boyfriend's arm. He scoffs.

"As if. Who'd like a jerk prankster like you?"

"Takes one to know one," you sing.

"You take that back!!"

𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞

Deuce had only just started his warmup stretches. He has to be ready for his track training, after all! It's bright and squirrely early on a breezy Saturday morning, perfect for some sprint practice. No distractions this time, only—

"DEEUUUCEYYYYY~!!"

Never mind that, then.

Deuce perks up at the sound of your voice, but he's bowled over when you happily tackle him. He stares up at you, wide-eyed and a bit shaken. You, on the other hand, are all smiles as you pin him to the grass.

"Impregnate me."

Deuce blanks. The gears in his brain slowly turn, and he carefully mulls over those two words. Did you say what he thinks you just said? You couldn't have!

"H-huh?! Y-Y/n! I—" His face blooms with a glowing red, all the way to the tips of his ears and down his neck. "We can't! We're still so young, and— And—" He pauses as he takes a deep breath. "Well, Mom does want grandchildren…"

"Deuce!" You exclaim in uproarious laughter. "You're not actually considering this, are you?" You roll off of him and flip into the grass. As you gaze into the clear blue skies, you say, "I'm jus' kidding. But it's nice to know you'd at least think about it."

Deuce smiles a bit while covering his face with a hand. "Y-yeah. Sure… Don't scare me like that. I thought you were serious."

"I might be in the future."

"HUH?!"

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥

Jack rests on a bench, slowly sipping at a water bottle. He'd just gone on break after some serious training, and if his panting is anything to go by, this break is well-earned. His ear flicks when he detects someone flopping beside him.

His nose twitches; it's you.

His shoulders relax from their tensed state on pure instinct. But that doesn't last long at all.

"Hey, Jack?" His gold eyes flick to you. "Impregnate me."

If there were ever a time for a record scratch, it'd be now.

Jack falls into a stiff silence, ears and tail standing on end. He carefully turns your words over in his mind, wanting to ensure he heard you right. But those ears of his aren't just for show, and they definitely didn't lie to him. You did just ask him that. No, demand. There was no question in your tone.

He clears his throat. You deserve an answer, and it has to be thought through.

"I'm not against starting a family with you," he carefully starts, "but I think it's a little too early. We're still in school, and I haven't even taken you to meet my parents yet. I think maybe we should…take it a…bit…slower." Your gaze is burning holes into him.

And then— cackling.

"Oh, Jack, honey. Sweet pup. I'm just kidding!"

A beat.

Just when you start to think you might've offended him, Jack looks away, flustered, and grumbles, "You shouldn't joke about stuff like that… It's not— But in the future, if you… Never mind."

But you know what he means.

"Aww, you're adorable," you coo. "I'll keep that in mind~"

Another record scratch.

"Wait, what?"

But you're already skipping away, a pep in your springy step.

𝐄𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫

Epel just finished another one of Vil's lessons. Horrible, grueling, and filled with lots of makeup tutorials and impossible to walk in shoes. At this point, Epel knows Vil means well, but damn if it isn't unbearable at times. Rook's commentary didn't help, either.

Maybe now Epel can practice for Magishift or something. It's one of the only times he's allowed to play in the dirt. He taps his broom against the waxed flooring of the Pomefiore dorm in thought. Well, it's now or never. He can almost hear Vil lecturing him about indecisiveness.

"Epeeeelll! Epel!"

Your mad dash almost knocks him over, but you both manage to stop your manic tackle.

"Wass— Er, what is it?"

You grab his shoulders like you're about to impart multigenerational wisdom or give a foreboding warning. "Impregnate me."

He short circuits.

"Huh?! Y/n? What in th— Ya serious?! Ya crazier'n a bag'a cats if ya think that's a good idea right now. Yer a fine apple, don't get me wrong, but it's too early! Meemaw would kill me if Ah put put a bun in yer oven 'fore we graduated!"

You burst into uncontrollable laughter. You just can't help it! You cackle so hard it turns into less than flattering guffaws and snorts. But it's just like Epel to catch you off guard, isn't it?

Your laughter makes him realize just what happened. He frowns, almost offended, and he crosses his arms.

"That ain't funny," he huffs. "Foul."

"Love you, too," you snicker. "Oh, what would I do without you?"

He flicks the highest part of you he can reach. "Y'ain't catchin' me like that next time. Cross my apple-eatin' 'eart."

"We'll see about that, heh."

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤 𝐙𝐢𝐠𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭

Sebek had been sent to train solo while Lilia gave personal tutoring to a very sleepy Silver. Sebek didn't mind, though — this is another chance to improve and surprise his master!

His stance is strong and his mind stronger. His focus remains sharp and unflappable. Nothing could possibly—

"Sebbyyyy! Sebek! Sebeeeek!"

He almost has a heart attack. You're not supposed to be here right now! Unless something happened? Then he should—

You don't slow down fast enough, having expected him to react more than he did, and slam into his side. He's much too solid for that, and you end up rubbing your fully aching head.

"Is something the matter?!" Sebek exclaims, turning to face you. He must remain calm!

You grab his arm and stare at him dead in the eyes.

"Impregnate me."

The response is instant.

"Y/N! THAT'S ENTIRELY INAPPROPRIATE! HOW COULD YOU ASK SUCH A THING OF ME WHEN YOU HAVEN'T MET MY FAMILY YET? WE HAVEN'T BEEN WED! WE'RE STILL ATTENDING COLLEGE! I— WE— LORD MALLEUS HASN'T GIVEN HIS BLESSING YET! WHAT YOU'RE SUGGESTING IS OUTRIGHT SCANDALOUS!!"

And yet his face is redder than cherry juice on a tomato. To save his soul, you pat his arm amidst joyful cackles.

"I'm kidding, Sebek, I'm kidding!"

He gasps. "This isn't a laughing matter! You had me worried for nothing! And to joke about such a thing?!"

"Aww, you were worried about me?" You coo.

"NO—"

He definitely was.

————————————

Epel is so fun to write for; I should do it more often, lmao.

If you saw the premature post, no you didn't.

Taglist:

@kimdourden

[allykakamatsu]

TWST X Pokémon Part 2

Leona, Ruggie&Jack in Kanto

Long time no Pokémon. Well the bug is back, and according the roulette wheel next up is Pomfiore in Unova. Just like last time, their teams are only done with the Unova Pokédex

Vil:

Serperior (elegant snake)

Maractus (it's Jack's favourite so he wanted to bring it along)

Gothitelle (wanted a psychic and this fit the vibe best)

Chandelure (borrowed one as a lightsource while tower exploring and it just kinda stuck arround)

Mienshao (only fighting type that didn't look like a brute)

Volcarona (a regal but dangerous 'mon)

Rook:

Samurott (starts out kinda silly looking with freckles, grows up to be very dangerous)

Watchog (those big old eyes are perfect for spying)

Leavanny (this one just kinda fits the vibe)

Garbodor (found it while exploring a junkyard and fell in love)

Reuniclus (the counterpart to Gothitelle so it let him match with Vil)

Mandibuzz (wanted a flying type and this just fit best)

Epel:

Emboar (farm boy gets the buff piggy)

Beartic (he hears all the stories about tough guys wrestling bears and he wanted to try)

Whimsicott (Vil basically forced him to use it, but he got his revenge via prankster shenanigans)

Braviary (strong and cool looking bird)

Darmanitan (big tough guy)

Hydreigon (look me in the eye and tell me Epel wouldn't think this was the coolest)

Buy me a coffee

Commission Prices

[winterspellsfrozenkit]

Yes, Japanese language is very hierarchical. How you speak to people depends on your relationship and breaching the rules is a big no no. The reason we have Epel speaking with a heavy Southerner accent is because Tsugaru dialect Epel speaks is a Tohoku dialect which are the stereotypical “country hick/country bumpkin” dialects of Japan. Tohoku dialects in media are a sign to a Japanese audience “This person’s a country bumpkin.”

It’s very hard to translate this dialect over to English, but the default is Southern dialect because that is what we have as our “hick/bumpkin” form of speech in media, but Funimation actually did a really good job of showcasing the difficultly of understanding Tohoku dialects in the English dub of the anime for Yu Yu Hakusho as a character in there, Jin, speaks in one of the Tohoku dialects and they translated it as a very difficult to decipher Irish accent in that one.

Not only that, what Vil wants Epel to speak is basically Tokyo Japanese, which is what’s taught to help people should they go to a big city like the mega city that is the whole of the Tokyo Prefecture for work. That’s why Vil mentions “T.P.O.” to Epel. You do not address bosses or people you don’t know familiarly, it’s rude. This is why Japanese classes start off by teaching a pretty formal form of Japanese, so you don’t break the unspoken societal rules that a high context culture like Japan has.

By sticking to his dialect, Epel is unknowingly breaking certain societal rules that aren’t in place where he lives. Vil is preparing him for working outside of Harveston because Epel speaking in his very hard to understand dialect as an adult outside Harveston will hinder rather than help with his goal of keeping Harveston alive.

every time someone writes vil schoenheit as someone mean, rather than someone who has the capacity to come off as mean, an angel loses their wings. i've always understood vil as someone who can come off as mean, rather than someone whose meanness is intrinsic to his character. he is strict and disciplined, and this does make him quite intimidating, however he does not go out of his way to hurt people's feelings. his comments are sharp, but they don't come with the goal of hurting someone.

it also hurts to see him depicted as someone who doesn't care, when he is the way he is because he cares so much. vil has nothing to gain from being a bully. it does not make him any better, any more beautiful, and furthermore, he wants to distance himself from the villain type cast he's stuck in. i've always believed he overblotted because of how devastating it was to realize that he was acting villainous, something he has been desperately trying to detach himself from. anyways, vil, habibi, get behind me.

[thresherbat]

i made these for another app but i can post them here too i have a Lot more. two (2) feature my yuu oc if that’s ok

[fyageee]

[myomie]

Guess who? 🦈

I’m here for another request for a reader who is always ruffling the first years hair. Passed a test?Hair Ruffle. Carrying their bag for them? Hair ruffle. After kissing? Hair ruffle. It messes the boys hair sure, but at this point it’s a staple in the relationship.

I did this to my ex all the time lol, it’s a very pleasant memory ;)

FIRST YEARS ────────────────────────────────────────────

" First Years with a Reader who praises them through head pats!! " GN! Reader Warnings (∩>؂•)⊃⦆=͟͟͞͞➵ Angst if you squint?? Reader comforts Epel and Sebek. Haii again!!! :D I decided to do each character based on what I think they'd be praised for, instead of doing multiple for each one :) Hope this turns out how you'd like it! I think I had a mini brain explosion writing this. Please ignore any word farts </3 guide :3 "Ace Trappola- A man turned chivalrous (he held your bag.)" "Deuce Spade- Finally passing a class." "Jack Howl- Learning how to achieve supreme fitness without breaking your back." "Epel Felmier- How to not kill your housewarden." "Sebek Zigvolt- How to woo a human (for dummies)."

ACE TRAPPOLA

Ace Trappola is a simple man; he adores you, but he's not all that invested in any romantic aspects he finds to be cheesy. If anything, he does everything in his power to avoid those types of situations.

Yet today, he was lounging against the wall in the courtyard. It was a nice sunny afternoon, the sound of students bustling from class to class making its way to their ears. Ace's attention was completely elsewhere, though. He couldn't help but notice you, his fellow first-year, struggling with a bag that seemed a bit too heavy for you.

He knew you did a lot of work outside of school, being forced to bend to Crowley's every wish and whim, so it was no surprise to him that you might have tweaked your shoulder somehow.

Without thinking much about it, he approached you, a cocky smirk on his lips. "Hey, you look like you could use a hand," He said, feigning indifference as he reached for your bag's strap.

You perked up a bit at the gesture, a smile gracing your face. "Oh! Ace, that'd be awesome," You felt slightly giddy as he put the weight over his shoulders instead. "Thank you..." He wasn't a bad man by any means, but he didn't often do such small things for you.

Ace rolled his eyes, acting casual, though inside... He was extremely pleased by your reaction. "It's just a bag, yknow... No big deal."

A rush of something filled your chest, perhaps flattery, a bit of fluster. You couldn't resist reaching up and ruffling his hair. "You're so sweet, Ace!! Seriously.."

Ace froze at the sudden gesture, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. He quickly turned away, pretending to cough. "D..don't mention it. I mean, cmon.. I'm just being a decent boyfriend here." He stammered, avoiding your gaze.

Perhaps acting ike a cheesy boyfriend wasn't so bad after all. Especially if it meant being able to share moments like this with you.

DEUCE SPADE

Deuce Spade has always struggled with his classes. Despite trying his hardest to get his "act straight," as he told you, he found it hard to break out of destructive habits. Getting assignments in on time, studying properly... He just couldn't get a grip on whatever material you guys were on!

You were always a little bit confused by what was going on in the classes, considering you learned a completely different method of- well, everything. So, you decided it would be a good idea for you both to study together!!

After a long and focused study session with you, everything started to click... Somewhat. The strategies you used helped him grasp the concepts better, and when the test results finally came in, he got a B. Although not the perfection his housewarden strived for, Deuce was ecstatic.

Of course, he rushed to tell you the news, his face lighting up with pride. "I did it! I got a B!" he exclaimed. In response, you gave him a gentle pat on the head, perhaps an instinctual reaction to his wish for praise.

He froze slightly at that, and then began to downright tremble.

His face grew red, and he just lowered his head. He felt accomplished, and the joy of his achievement was even stronger because he got to share it with you.

He would certainly continue to succeed in his classes. Anything for those sweet moments of affection from you.

JACK HOWL

Jack Howl was known for his unwavering determination, and as much as you adored his dedication, his methods worried you at times. Every day, he pushed himself beyond his limits to improve his skills and prove himself. His relentless drive often concerned you. Watching him train carelessly, his muscles straining and his breath heavy, it pained you to see him in such a state.

So eventually, you both had a conversation about it. A compromise. He would continue to train, but he would be more mindful of pushing his limits.

With your encouragement, Jack opted to give it a try. Over the next few weeks, you both worked together to create methods that kept him safe, although at times, he seemed a bit frustrated. The time you took to catch your breath and unwind, advising him to do the same, he just wanted to keep going.

However, as time went on, Jack found himself improving drastically. His hits were sharper, his movements more fluid, and he found a surplus amount of energy to spare at the end of each session.

One afternoon, after his workout, he stood before you. He had managed to beat his record. "I actually did it... with your method," He admitted, although his tail was swaying slightly behind him.

You couldn't hold back the grin that made its way to your face. And in a moment of spontaneous affection, you reached up and gently rubbed his head. His cheeks flushed, but then, his tail wagged even faster.

"Y-yeah, I mean. It's just. I'm just doing what you said, yeah.." He stumbled out, trying to maintain his cool behavior, but his tail was wagging behind him.

You laughed softly, "Well, I'm proud of you either way, Jack. You're doing amazing."

EPEL FELMIER

Epel Felmier had always been the kind of person who wore his emotions on his sleeves, but lately, he found himself stuck with extreme stress. With Vil, his housewarden, constantly pointing out every inconsistency or mistake in his performance, the pressure was overwhelming. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't meet the looming expectations.

Just as he contemplated how he could improve without exploding, you appeared at his side like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. Your presence brought a flicker of joy to his otherwise gloomy mood.

"Hey Epel! You.. you look like you could use some cheering up, hm?" You questioned, plopping down beside him in the cafeteria.

He tried to muster a casual response, but it came out much more disgruntled than he meant to. "I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

You knew him better than that. You could see the way his fingers fidgeted with the eyes of his tray, the way his eyes drifted away. "You've been working hard... I'm sure Vil appreciates it."

Epel just snorted, rolling his eyes. "Yeah. Well, he has an odd way of showing it."

But before he could finish his complaint, you reached over and gently ruffled his hair. It was a simple gesture, one you’d done countless times before to help him celebrate his small victories, but this time it felt different.

“See? You survived another day without turning Vil into a missing person,” you said with a playful grin. “That’s an accomplishment!”

His face turned beet red, "Well! I didn't do it for him." He leaned away, smacking your hand away. It was still a gentle hit; he didn't mean anything by it. "I just... don't wanna get in trouble!"

"You're so cute when you're flustered..." You teased, laughing softly- The noise making it impossible for Epel to stay annoyed.

"I'm! I'm not cute," He shot back, crossing his arms, though he couldn't help laughing alongside you. His head flopped down, his hair shadowing his face.

"Alright, alright- No more cute for now," You said, but there was still a familiar teasing glint in your eyes. "But seriously, Epel, you did wonderful today. Vil is difficult, sure. But I'm sure you'll prove him wrong..."

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

Sebek Zigvolt has always known his purpose in life: to guard and protect Malleus. He took his role incredibly seriously, standing close to Malleus, ready to spring into action at the slightest hint of danger. He was oblivious to the indifference he got in response, Malleus at times preferring to run off for some alone time, or maybe to just get away from Sebek's enthusiastic self.

One day, as Sebek stood under the branches of a tree in the courtyard, he noticed you. A new student, one from an odd background. A human, and a magicless one at that. Sebek began to observe you from afar, as you effortlessly engaged with your classmates, laughter following you always. It was a stark contrast to his guarded nature, even he could acknowledge that.

"Sebek, right?" You approached, your voice light and friendly. "Why do you always stand so far off? You know... You can always join in on the fun."

"Fun is... unnecessary," he replied, though his tone was less shark than usual, his curiosity piqued by you.

Over the next few weeks, you made it your mission to help Sebek branch out. Inviting him to group study sessions and casual gatherings, but every time, Sebek seemed hesitant. He stumbled over words, often misinterpreting gestures of jokes. His attempts at socializing were awkward at best, leaving him more frustrated.

Yet you were patient. You would smile encouragingly, offering small bits of feedback that slowly started to resonate with Zebek. With each interaction, he found himself gearing up for the next, adjusting to the alternative customs.

One afternoon, after a particularly heated game of cards with some classmates, Zebek felt a strange tug in his chest as they all laughed, the atmosphere relaxed and carefree. He glanced over to see you beaming, your laughter ringing like music. He wanted to understand this feeling, this warmth flooding through him.

In a moment of courage, Sebek decided to approach you, "I can.. I.. Um, sit by you?" He asked, his voice strangely small for a man who usually shouted every word.

Your face lit up at that, "Of course! I'd love that," Immediately patting the space beside you.

As he sat beside you, he felt that warmth, the feeling he always imagined. Talking for hours, you share stories of your home, and then he discusses his duties and loyalty towards Malleus. His ambitions, his dreams of being a worthy guard.

Feeling bold, he leaned a little closer. "Everyone seems to like you so much..." He remarked, a hint of envy creeping into his tone. "I can't do that. Not with these humans- Not even with my kind. I'm a half fae."

"Why not?" Your question caught him off guard, "I think you just need... to try a bit more. You're sweet, Sebek. You just need to leave the others see that," Your reply was soft, as you stared at him, even as he averted his gaze.

There was something in the way you looked at him, a gentle reassurance that melted away his exterior. A moment passed, and then, as if possessed by a force greater than even Malleus, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. The sudden action took both of you by surprise, his heart racing as he pulled back, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. "I..!"

You, in mild disbelief, just sat there blinking. Before breaking into a break smile. "AHH! Adorable!" You explained, moving forward, brushing a hand through Sebek's hair. "You're adorable!!"

Sebeks' embarrassment peaked, but there was an odd comfort in your affection. The laughter and praise felt like he was being held in a warm embrace, and he allowed himself a feeling he had been keeping denied- To be comfortable, to let himself relax.

[heartsiebyul]

Hello hi hi I hope you're doing ok !! I have a req/suggestion if they're open, if not then ignore this :3

It'll be reader's birthday in a few weeks/days and Riddle, Kalim and Azul all separately suggest to organise them a party (a fancy tea party for Riddle, a lively and loud party for Kalim and a cozy event under dim lights for Azul, or something) but reader decline all of them! Why ? Because them, Grim and the Ghosts are actually preparing the party at Ramshackle since Ramshackle is technically their new home! And maybe a few first years are also helping out, like Jack helps put decoration or Epel brought yummy apples from home to make treats! Ofc they don't have the same means and funds as Riddle/Azul/Kalim so maybe the party will be less fancy. But it doesn't matter if it's fancy or not so long as all of their friends are there, right ? <3 (and ofc the boys are invited hehe)

This is only a base idea, feel free to change stuff !

╰─▸ ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Perfect Birthday

𖦹 since my birthday is coming up, might as well do this!

featuring — Twisted Wonderland Characters.

୨୧・・・・୨୧・・・・୨୧・・・・・୨୧

Your birthday was coming up, and somehow, word had gotten out. You hadn’t even told anyone, it was Grim who had blabbed, loud and proud, during lunch at the cafeteria.

“Of course their birthday’s coming up! We’re planning somethin’ big!” Grim boasted, his mouth full of tuna sandwich, before you could even shush him. You sighed. You had planned to invite your friends quietly, but now, it looked like the whole school knew.

And now, the offers were rolling in.

Riddle pulled you aside after class, his expression firm but hopeful.

“I understand your schedule has been… chaotic, but I would like to host your birthday in Heartslabyul” he said, standing straight with a small smile. “A formal garden tea party, naturally. I’ll handle the invitations and decor. There’ll be handpicked desserts and specialty teas. You deserve a dignified event.”

He was already talking about garden seating, lace tablecloths, and pastries.

You smiled warmly, touched by his effort. “Thank you, Riddle. That sounds lovely, but I think I would rather keep things small this year.”

“…Small?” he echoed, visibly thrown. “I see. Well… if you change your mind, the offer stands.”

You chuckled and handed him a small envelope. “Thank you and here's an invitation.”

Kalim, of course, had a different approach.

“I heard it’s your birthday soon!” he beamed, practically vibrating with excitement. “Let’s throw the biggest banquet Night Raven College has ever seen! Streamers, fireworks, camel rides, Jamil’s gonna cook everything! It’ll be unforgettable!”

You nearly choked at the scale of it. (rich people)

“Thank you, Kalim, really” you said gently. “But I think I’ll just have a quiet day at Ramshackle. Nothing too wild.”

He blinked, then broke into a wide, understanding grin. “Hehe, alright! But I still get to bring your gift, right?”

You laughed, slipping an envelope into his hands. “Here’s the invitation.”

Azul, ever the businessman, offered a more atmospheric option. He approached you with a sleek folder in hand.

“The Lounge can be reserved privately for the evening. You deserve a refined gathering” he said smoothly, sliding over a card with the Mostro Lounge’s logo “Candlelight, soft jazz, and a personalized menu. It’ll be intimate, elegant, and of course on the house.”

“That’s incredibly generous, thank you” you said, eyes softening. “But I already have something planned at home.”

He blinked, a little surprised, then gave a polite chuckle. “Of course. I hope it turns out memorable, then.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will,” you grinned, offering him an envelope. “Here’s the invitation.”

Ramshackle wasn’t known for grandeur, it was known for being haunted. Grim, the ghosts, and your inner circle of friends were already buzzing with preparations.

Handmade decorations, twinkling string lights, and the smell of the apple pastries Epel brought filled the air. Grim painted a crooked "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" banner. Jack hauled crates. Deuce and Epel carefully arranged the table setups. Ace “supervised” (and occasionally got scolded for taste-testing early). Sebek oversaw the setup with exaggerated shouts of “Discipline!” and Ortho curated music to match the cozy vibe.

You had cleaned the top to bottom and laid out every chair and cushion you owned.

It wasn’t fancy. No glittering chandeliers, no banquet tables, or expensive decorations. But it was yours.

ᯓ★

Then the day arrived, and so did the guests. One by one, all your friends came.

They stepped through the Ramshackle doors, some curious, others already grinning.

Riddle handed you a perfectly wrapped package with a smile “Happy birthday. And… I must admit, this setting is rather charming.”

Trey brought desserts, of course, carefully packed and sweet-smelling.

Cater showed up with a flashy gift, striking poses and snapping pictures.

Leona tossed you a gift bag and smirked lazily. “Try not to cry from happiness or anything.”

Ruggie came with a handmade gift, looking proud despite playing it cool.

Azul gave his box with a respectful bow, still eyeing the decor like it offended his interior design standards, but there was a smile there, too.

Jade and Floyd arrived together with Azul. Floyd carrying food he had prepared himself, while Jade presented a carefully chosen gift.

Kalim ran in, nearly tackling you with a hug before thrusting his colorful present into your hands. “Open it! Open it now!! Wait, no, later! No, now!!”

Jamil brought delicious foods he had cooked himself, prepared as always.

Vil gave his gift with a perfectly smile. “Try not to destroy the wrapping. It’s limited edition.”

Rook bowed theatrically, pressing his gift to your chest. “A token from your humble hunter~!”

Idia tried to sneak in and pass his gift wordlessly, only for Ortho to loudly say, “He picked it out himself! He even wrapped it, too!”

Malleus stepped forward, placing a emerald-wrapped bundle in your hands. “From my homeland to you. May it protect you.”

Lilia handed his gift with a wink. “You might want to open this one with gloves.”

Silver yawned, half-awake, but gave you his box gently. “Happy birthday… I hope you like it.”

Each brought something, big or small, thoughtful or practical, but all with sincerity and as a reminder that you mattered to them.

One by one, they greeted you and gave their warmest wishes.

ᯓ★

You stood in the middle of it all, tables filled with foods and desserts, laughter echoing, gifts stacked around you, and all your friends gathered, not out of obligation or extravagance, but simply out of love.

Maybe it wasn’t the fanciest celebration in Twisted Wonderland… but seeing your friends gathered under your roof, all smiles and laughter, truly made it a memory to remember.

It was Ramshackle.

It was home.

And It was the perfect birthday.

୨୧・・・・୨୧・・・・୨୧・・・・・୨୧

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Darius & Sylvia in the Fairest Queen's Story (Snow White)?! [24]

Vil = The Fairest Queen/Queen Grimhilde

Epel = Vil's Chosen Heir

Rook = Rook's 'Loyal' Hunter

Neige = The 'Fairest' Princess/Vil's Step-Brother (Snow White)

[The Royal Lands of Pyroxene: Forest - Darius & Sylvia's Campsite]

Sylvia: Hm.

Queen!Vil: Even so, I wish for you both to come to the Castle.

Darius: And you would have no issue?

Queen!Vil: No issues. Even if you're family from another world, I'm not going to leave you out here. Besides, Epel is now fixated on the wolves.

Heir!Epel, petting the wolves:

[superson3oz]

Twisted Wonderland

Best Spouse ?

part 2

Part 1>>

Part 3>>