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Oh my god.. ThiS IS TOO CUTE (≧∇≦)/

Can I request of Yuu have a habit of petting their heads whenever they do accomplish something, big or small? You can pick one of the dorms or do all if it's up to you.

Ace. Kalim. Leona. Sebek. Lilia. Deuce.

Leona hated it. ...At least, that’s what he said.

The first time you patted his head—after he actually bothered to show up to a Housewarden meeting on time—he let out a dangerous growl from deep in his chest, ears twitching violently.

"The hell do you think you’re doing, herbivore?" He had fangs out. He had claws out. His tail lashed dangerously behind him.

But you just smirked and kept scratching lightly behind his ear in that one spot, and watched as the mighty lion prince immediately betrayed himself by leaning into it, just a tiny, involuntary fraction.

"You did good today," you murmured.

And you saw it—the second when the tension drained from his shoulders, when he let himself lean just a little closer.

After that, it became a game.

Leona pretended to be indifferent whenever you pet him, acting lazy and annoyed, grumbling things like,

"You're such a pain."

But whenever he actually accomplished something (winning a Spelldrive match, helping a Savannaclaw student study even though he claimed he didn’t care)—he would subtly position himself within reach.

Sprawled on the lounge couch?

Conveniently lying right where your hand would naturally fall on his head.

Sitting with you under the shade of a tree?

Somehow ended up leaning back so close you couldn't not pet him.

He never asked. He never admitted he liked it.

But every time you started to run your fingers through his hair and scratch gently behind his ear, that gruff lion would let out the softest, rumbly purring sound against his will.

(And if you kissed his temple while you did it, his ears would flatten in embarrassment... but he wouldn’t move away.)

Ace Trappola

You made the mistake of patting Ace's head the first time after he barely passed a basketball practice match without cheating.

A small miracle.

You had smiled, laughed, and ruffled his messy red hair, saying,

"Good job, Ace. I’m proud of you."

Ace froze for a second. Blink. Blink.

Then— He grinned.

Not a normal grin. A danger grin.

You could practically see the little sparkle of mischief light up behind his eyes.

"Ohhh?~ What's this? Little ol' me getting a reward, huh?"

He leaned down dramatically, tilting his head toward you like a cat demanding attention.

"Wanna pet me more? Maybe scratch behind my ears next time, Yuu?"

From that moment on, Ace treated your habit like his favorite game.

Whenever he did anything remotely successful—winning a card game, finishing a group project, even just carrying your bag for you—he’d shoot you the most obnoxious overly innocent look and announce,

"So, where’s my headpat?"

Sometimes he’d physically nudge your hand toward his head, acting whiny.

Other times, he'd dramatically flop into your lap, arms crossed, pouting,

"C'mon, I worked so hard for this."

It was a bit of a monster you created, honestly.

But deep down—beneath all the teasing and cocky winks—you knew Ace loved it.

It wasn’t just the attention (though he definitely loved that too). It was you, loving him out loud, in a way so simple and playful that he could let down all the armor he usually wore.

Sometimes, after a rough day (when he didn’t feel like being annoying or bragging), Ace would just plop down beside you, resting his head against your shoulder wordlessly.

No jokes. No games.

And you would smile and card your fingers through his hair, slow and gentle, murmuring how proud you were of him.

And in those rare, quiet moments—Ace would close his eyes, a soft, almost embarrassed smile tugging at his lips—and let himself be held by you.

Kalim Al-Asim

The first time you patted Kalim’s head, it was after he successfully hosted a big Scarabia banquet where no one got food poisoning, nobody got sunstroke, and Jamil didn’t strangle anyone.

High bar.

You reached up, giggling, and fluffed his snowy white hair between your hands.

"You did amazing, Kalim! You’re incredible!"

Kalim immediately lit up like a sunbeam.

"REALLY??" he cried, sparkling like he was about to take off into orbit. "You think so?! Ahahaha!! You're the best, Yuu!!"

He immediately tackled-hugged you, spinning you around in dizzy circles, laughing so loudly and brightly that half of Scarabia heard it.

From that day forward, Kalim decided headpats were mandatory.

Every time he achieved anything—got a good grade, learned a new flying trick, remembered all his appointments for the day—he would come BOUNDING up to you like an excited puppy.

"Yuu! Yuu! Look!! I finished all my homework early!!"

And then he would immediately bow his head down toward you with a huge grin, waiting expectantly for his headpat.

If you didn’t do it fast enough, he would grab your hand and put it on his head himself, laughing.

Once, in front of the entire Scarabia dorm, he proudly yelled,

"I did all the event planning with Jamil without messing up once!! Yuu, gimme my headpats now!!"

The Scarabia students just sighed fondly. (They were used to it.)

Sometimes Kalim would fall asleep with his head in your lap, your hand absently stroking through his soft hair.

He would mumble half-dreaming praises:

"Yuu... the best... so nice... love you lots..."

You realized quickly that for Kalim, the headpats weren't just praise. They were affection. They were family.

No matter how rich, powerful, or loved he was by the world—there was something in Kalim’s heart that craved that warm, small reassurance. That he was seen.

That he was cherished just for being him.

And you gave it to him, every time.

The first time you patted Sebek’s head, you thought he was going to explode on the spot.

It happened after a long, grueling fencing practice.

Sebek had been determined to surpass his previous time trial scores, pushing himself to the absolute limit.

When he finally succeeded, you rushed over, beaming, and—without thinking—you reached up and mussed his green hair fondly, saying,

"You did amazing, Sebek! I'm proud of you!"

He froze.

Absolutely froze.

Eyes wide. Back stiff. Face turning bright red faster than a volcano eruption.

"HUMAN—NO, I MEAN- YUU!!" he stammered, voice going up a full octave. "HEADPATS—THAT IS—SUCH FAMILIARITY IS-"

He trailed off into indistinguishable squawking noises.

You had never seen someone look so horrified and overjoyed at the same time.

From that moment, Sebek declared that he did NOT need such "childish rewards" from you.

...And yet—

Every time he accomplished something—even minor things like carrying too many books without dropping them—you would catch him side-eyeing you, subtly leaning closer, clearly hoping for a repeat.

He never asked for it. Of course not. He was "too dignified" for that.

Instead, he'd hover awkwardly near you after doing something well, clearing his throat loudly, posture straight as a rod, practically vibrating with the need for approval.

If you pretended not to notice?

Sebek would dramatically announce his accomplishment right next to you:

"I HAVE COMPLETED THE ASSIGNMENT WITHIN HALF THE ALLOTTED TIME, YUU! AS EXPECTED OF ONE IN SERVICE TO MASTER MALLEUS!"

(Translation: "Please pat me. I'm dying over here.")

When you finally caved and gave him his well-earned headpats, Sebek would puff up like a proud lil croco hatchling, cheeks flushed, trying SO HARD to stay composed.

"Ahem. This honor is... a testament to my strength!" he'd bark, face absolutely pink.

But he would lean just a little bit into your hand anyway.

The best part?

If Malleus ever happened to witness it (and he did, often, smiling behind his hand), Sebek would nearly combust from shame-

Because even the most loyal knight secretly loved when someone looked at him with pride like that.

Especially you.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia’s reaction to your headpats was...

Well.

The first time you did it, he simply closed his eyes and smiled like a cat basking in the sunlight.

You had congratulated him for flawlessly performing an impossibly complex spell during Alchemy class (he's like 500 years old how is he not gonna do it) — and without missing a beat, you'd stood on your tiptoes (he was short, but still a bit taller than you!) and fluffed his hair affectionately.

Lilia chuckled.

"My, my. How spoiled I'm becoming," he said, playful and light. "But if it's coming from you, I suppose I could grow used to such indulgences."

Unlike Sebek—who denied wanting headpats and melted when he got them—Lilia leaned into it shamelessly.

He treated it like a game. A secret between you and him.

Sometimes after pranking Silver or riling up Sebek into another loyalty speech, he'd come sauntering up to you, grin wicked, and lower his head meaningfully.

"Don't I deserve a little reward, Yuu?~" he’d tease. "If you're feeling generous, that is."

If you hesitated even a second, Lilia would pout dramatically, arms folded, pretending to be deeply wounded.

"Ohhh, how cruel! You encourage me to be mischievous and then deny me my rightful prize!"

He’d even throw in a fake sniffle for good measure.

When you did give in—giggling and running your fingers through his soft hair—Lilia would hum contentedly, closing his eyes, his whole aura softening.

And sometimes—when it was just the two of you, in those rare quiet evenings under the stars—he would rest his head against yours, his voice low and tender:

"You’re too kind to an old fae like me, Yuu." A whisper of something bittersweet hiding under the playful surface.

You realized after a while: For Lilia, too, the headpats weren't just teasing.They were intimacy. Proof that even after all his centuries of wandering and loss, there was still someone who loved him simply.

No expectations.No fear. Just warmth.

Deuce wasn’t used to being praised. Not like this.

When you first patted his head, it was after something small—he’d passed a potion test he was convinced he’d failed.

The moment Professor Crewel handed him a passing mark, Deuce lit up like a sunrise. And when he turned around to share the joy with you—you just smiled and ruffled his hair.

“There you go! I knew you could do it.”

He blinked. Face froze. And then:

“What are you doing?!”

He turned bright red. Hands flailing. “I’m not a little kid!! You can’t just—!”

But despite the protests, he didn’t stop you. His cheeks glowed. His ears went pink. And you could feel him slowly leaning into your hand, like he really needed someone to say “you did good” and mean it.

From then on, you made it a habit. Big things. Small things. If Deuce gave someone without punching them?

Pat.

If he helped someone carry books or aced a quiz?

Pat.

At first, he would puff up every time: “Yuu! Come on, don’t do that in front of the others!!” He got this tiny proud smile every time, like he couldn’t help but melt a little.

You started noticing he worked harder when you were watching.

“I’ve got to do it right,” he’d mutter under his breath, lips tight in determination. “Yuu’s gonna see this. I gotta make ‘em proud.”

Eventually, Deuce started earning your headpats on purpose. He’d glance over with hopeful eyes every time he did something right, and when you stepped close and reached up, he’d bow his head, pretending not to smile—but you could feel it radiating off him.

It wasn’t about being babied. It was about you believing in him. And every headpat said: You’re doing great. I’m proud of you.

For someone trying so hard to walk the right path—that meant everything.

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I miss them so much 😭

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ONG TTHIS IS AN AMAZING IDEA LOVE THIS SM ^^ u should def add to it (if you want) it's a really cool idea!

Imagine a Yuu coming from an apocalyptic world.

A Yuu who never went to school, who never watched TV or played games with their friends in the backyard, who never knew what "normal" was because they was too busy surviving in the world they was born into. It could be any kind of apocalyptic world—Zombies, a catastrophe, something like The Last of Us, something supernatural—but the fact is that Yuu was born into that world; that's the world they knows and the only one they knows exists.

Do they have family now? Or have they been left alone at some point? Either way, it's the way it should be where they come from. One day, however it happens, everything changes for them when the black carriage takes them to Twisted Wonderland, and they discover a completely different kind of world, not just because of the magic, but because of the normality, the domesticity, the safety (as far as that goes).

This Yuu probably never slept in the same place for long, so being in the shabby dorm feels weird (maybe Ramshackle wasn't fixed by Yuu, but by other people, because the fact that this shattered dorm reminds them of their own world). Not having to be alert for potential threats leaves their adrenaline levels sky-high and at the same time anxious. What do you mean there aren't monsters out to kill you? What's a phone? What's school?

OH MY GOD, YUU WOULDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SCHOOL WAS. They never went to one, after all. Everything they learned was barely taught to them by their parents, and then they had to be self-taught. Street smarts aside, they're practically illiterate.

Yuu jumps at any sign of danger, jumps straight to VIOLENCE, and they're very good at it. Whether with the fists or improvised weapons, it's almost frightening (it wouldn't be strange to think that this Yuu had to kill someone in their world to survive), although of course, the psychological consequences of living in an apocalypse are there: night terrors, nightmares, thinking they're a coward for "running away" to TWST instead of accepting their world with dignity, etc.

Fortunately, their new classmates assure them that there's nothing wrong with wanting the best for themself, and most importantly, there's nothing wrong with wanting to live a life that makes them HAPPY, where they doesn't have to fight to survive, a life they can truly LIVE.

Imagine teaching Yuu how to use a telephone, or how a television works, how certain everyday things work, but for them, they're completely new or things of the past in their world. Yuu's favorite subject is definitely PH simply because they're the only student who doesn't faint from Vargas's exercises. their least favorite subject would probably be history; it's like a reminder of what they couldn't have.

Definitely the type of student teachers are afraid of, especially because Yuu isn't afraid to jump right at their necks (literally) if they feels threatened. So, be careful what you say around them.

What do you think of this concept? Should I write in interactions with other characters?

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Imaginen un Yuu que viene de un mundo apocalíptico

Un Yuu que probablemente nunca fue a la escuela, que nunca vio televisión o jugo con sus amigos en el patio de su casa, que nunca supo lo que era “normal” porque estaba muy ocupado sobreviviendo en el mundo que le toco. Puede ser cualquier tipo de mundo apocalíptico, Zombies, una catástrofe, algo como The Last of Us, algo sobrenatural, pero el hecho es que Yuu NACIO en ese mundo, ese es el mundo que conoce y el único que saben que existe.

¿tendran familia en la actualidad? ¿o se habran quedado solos en algún punto? De cualquier manera, es la forma en la que debe ser de donde vienen. Un dia, como sea, todo cambia para ellos cuando el carruaje negro los lleva a Twisted Wonderland, y descubren un tipo de mundo completamente diferente, no solo por la magia, sino por la normalidad, la domesticidad, la seguridad (dentro de lo que cabe).

Este Yuu probablemente nunca llego a dormir mucho tiempo en el mismo lugar, por lo que estar en el dormitorio destartalado se siente raro (puede que incluso Ramshackle no sea arreglado por Yuu, sino por otras personas, porque el hecho de que este hecho añicos le recuerda a su mundo), no tener que estar alerta de posibles amenazas le deja con los niveles de adrenalina muy altos y al mismo tiempo ansioso ¿Qué quieres decir que no hay monstruos que quieren matarte? ¿Qué es un teléfono? ¿Qué es la escuela?

DIOS MIO, YUU NISIQUIERA SABRIA QUE ES LA ESCUELA. Nunca fueron a una después de todo, todo lo que aprendieron se lo enseñaron sus padres a duras penas y después tuvo que ser autodidacta, dejando de lado la inteligencia callejera, es casi analfabeta.

Yuu salta ante cualquier señal de peligro, salta directo a la VIOLENCIA, y es muy bueno con eso. Ya sea con los puños o con armas improvisadas, casi da miedo (no seria extraño pensar que este Yuu haya tenido que matar a alguien en su mundo para sobrevivir), aunque claro, las consecuencias psicológicas de vivir en un apocalipsis están ahí, terrores nocturnos, pesadillas, el pensar que es un cobarde por “huir” a TWST en vez de aceptar su mundo con dignidad, etc.

Afortunadamente sus nuevos compañeros le aseguran que no hay nada de malo querer lo mejor para si mismo, y lo mas importante, no hay nada de malo en querer vivir una vida que le haga FELIZ, en la que no tenga que luchar por sobrevivir, una vida la cual verdaderamente pueda VIVIR.

Imagínate enseñarle a Yuu a usar el teléfono, o como es la televisión, como funcionan ciertas cosas del día a día, pero para ellos son completamente nuevas o que eran cosas del pasado en su mundo. Definitivamente la materia favorita de Yuu es P.H simplemente porque es el único estudiante que no se desmaya por los ejercicios de Vargas. Su materia menos favorita probablemente sería historia, es como un recordatorio de lo que no pudo tener.

Definitivamente el tipo de alumno que los profesores le tienen miedo, más que nada porque Yuu no tiene miedo de saltar directo a sus cuellos (literalmente) si se siente amenazado. Así que, ten cuidado con lo que digas cerca de ellos.

¿Qué opinan de este concepto? ¿debería escribir las interacciones con otros personajes?

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

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NSFW now means Not Safe For Wealth

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OMG SSAME I GOT HIM IN THE FIRST TEN PULLS ^^

I GOT HIM AT 1 PULL

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Oh. My. GOD!! Bro I love this sm, a date with death and twst?????? freaking amazing!

hyperfixation so bad i decided to combine both fandoms

separate images + more info below

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OMG THIS IS SO AMAZING AHHHHHHHH

you drew him so prettily this is awesomesauce my dude lol

anyways, love this sm

Idiaa c:

Played with some colors here. This rainy like scene was NOT what I started with I started with a messss

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APOLOGIZE

HE DIDNT DESERVE THAT

@/o.ffic

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yUP. 👍

TWST!Memes #100

Idia stans be like-

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WHY DOESNT THIS HAVE MORE ATTENTION?!

Anyways love this lol, sounds like something Caleb would come up with

Long-Distance Practice

Summary

What starts as a joke about long-distance quickly spirals into the most dramatic, over-the-top love messages imaginable.

Ao3 link

My Masterlist ✨

Notes

Pairing: Caleb x f!OC College AU, fluff, silly, dramatic, banter, established relationship.

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It starts as a joke.

One evening, Rose is sitting cross-legged on Caleb’s dorm room floor, her laptop open as she reviews case studies for her business class. Caleb is sprawled on his bed, flipping through his aviation textbook, occasionally mumbling something about airfoil mechanics.

He suddenly groans, dropping the book onto his chest. “Ugh. What if I fail this exam and they don’t let me fly?”

Rose doesn’t even look up. “Then I guess you’ll have to settle for working at an airport Starbucks.”

“Harsh,” Caleb mutters. But then his expression shifts, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Speaking of flying…”

Rose sighs. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” he says dramatically, sitting up. “Since I’ll be traveling a lot when I become a pilot, we should start preparing for long-distance now. You know, just in case.”

Rose raises an eyebrow. “And how exactly do you propose we do that?”

Caleb grabs his phone and dramatically types out a text. A second later, Rose’s phone vibrates on the floor next to her. She picks it up, reads it, and groans.

Caleb : babe i miss you so much it’s been 47 minutes since i last saw you. the world is cold without you.

She deadpans at him. “We’re literally in the same room.”

“It’s called commitment to the bit, babe.”

She rolls her eyes and starts typing. A moment later, his phone dings.

Rose : good. stay gone.

Caleb gasps, clutching his chest. “Betrayal!”

She smirks, but before she can go back to studying, Caleb sits up, eyes twinkling. “Wait. We need to up the stakes. Let’s do voice messages.”

Rose narrows her eyes. “Caleb—”

But he’s already recording.

“Rose,” he says in an exaggeratedly emotional voice, “it’s been so long since we last spoke. I fear I may forget what you sound like. Please, my love, remind me of your voice.”

Rose gags. “You’re impossible.”

She types out a response, but Caleb shakes his head. “No, no. Voice message only. It’s training.”

She glares at him but presses record. “Caleb. It has been exactly one minute since your last message. If you send one more, I’m blocking you.”

Caleb bursts out laughing. “See? This is fun.”

And so it begins.

Over the next week, the joke spirals completely out of control. They start sending over-the-top long-distance messages whenever they’re apart for even an hour.

Caleb : Baby, I’m in class right now and I miss you so much. I looked at the empty seat next to me and sighed like a tragic movie protagonist.

Rose : I’m literally in my own class, Caleb. Go learn about planes.

Caleb (voice message): Do you think the stars miss the moon when it’s not in the sky? That’s how I feel right now.

Rose (voice message): Caleb, it’s been 45 minutes. Go and be productive.

Eventually, their friends catch on.

Zayne takes exactly one look at Caleb sighing dramatically at his phone and mutters, “You two are sickening.” Everlyn just laughs, scrolling through the chaos in their group chat.

The bit reaches its peak when Rose and Caleb are sitting at a café, and Caleb abruptly stands up, grabbing his backpack.

“Alright, babe,” he says with a deeply serious expression. "I have a study group. I don’t know when I’ll see you again."

Rose stares. “It’s in the library. Right across campus.”

“I know.” He exhales heavily, shaking his head. “So far.”

“Caleb.”

He kneels beside her, grabbing her hand. “Promise you won’t forget me.”

Rose sighs so dramatically that the barista glances over. She places a hand on his cheek. “Go. Be strong.”

Caleb nods solemnly, standing up, stepping away, then rushing right back to drop a quick kiss on her forehead. “This is my farewell gift.”

And then he leaves, sending her a voice message before he’s even out the door.

Rose listens to it.

Caleb (voice message): I miss u already.

She rolls her eyes. And then, smiling softly, she types back.

Rose : me too, dummy.

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Notes

Ahhh I just remember about this one again today, one of my fav too! When I go down this spiral 😂

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I love her but... isn't chocolate like poisonous to dogs???

"The guard dog of Ignihyde"

(CHOCO REDESIGN🐕🐕🐕)

Her personality and her relationship with Azul haven't changed, only her family background has.

(She still loves teasing people and enjoys confrontation. She often ends up getting hurt because she’s never afraid to take risks bla bla bla.)

Old design

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good morning levi nation

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GET TO KNOW YOUR TWST OCs (and their relationships)

(Or how I make up excuses to blabber about my OC lol. Most of the "who" questions are aimed at the twst cast, but feel free to include other twst OCs as well!)

Name: What does your twst OC's name mean? Why does Rook/Floyd call them [insert nickname]?

Inspiration: Is your twst OC inspired by any villains? Concepts? Anything Disney-related?

Age/Birthday: How old is your twst OC? When is their birthday? Whose birthday (among the cast) is closest to your twst OC's? Does the horoscope lie or do they get along well?

Dorm: Which dorm is your twst OC in? Why? Which qualities they have make them suitable for said dorm? Do they have a roommate and how is their relationship?

Class: Who is your twst OC's classmate(s)? How would you describe their relationship? Did they have different classmates in previous year and did they get along?

Height: How tall is your twst OC? Are they conscious about their height? Are they close to someone with similar leg length?

Hair/Eye color: What are your twst OC's hair and eye colors? Who got the closest/opposite palette to them?

Homeland: Where is your twst OC from? Do they know anyone from the same hometown prior to NRC?

Club: Which club does your twst OC join and why? Is there anything memorable about the club fair day/their first day at the club? Which clubmate is their favorite?

Subject: What is your twst OC's best subject? Worst? Do they study with another whom excels at the same subject? Do they ask anyone for help with the subject they are bad at?

Hobby: What are your twst OC's hobbies? Who among the cast will they possibly ask to join in their pastime?

Pet peeves: What are your twst OC's pet peeves and which one in the cast accidentally (or not) commit the "crimes"? How will your twst OC deal with that person?

Food: What is your twst OC's favorite and least favorite food? Why (optional)? Is there anyone they can share their favorite food? Is there anyone they can count on to take over the food they dislike?

Talent: What is your twst OC's talent(s) and who can properly appreciate that?

Unique Magic/Signature spell: What is your twst OC's UM (if applicable)? What can they do? What is the incantation? Is there any weaknesses/loopholes and who can exploit those?

Quote: Give me something your twst OC will say. Either something they always say or something iconic they said. Something that helps solve the problems or something that is a catalyst to even more issues.

(Ok I'm kinda running out of ideas here) Personality: Give me 3 adjectives to describe your twst OC. Or an essay. Whichever works. Whose personality among the cast is closest to your twst OC and do they get along?

Backstory: Tell me anything about your twst OC's backstory. Their childhood, their parents, their siblings etc. Does their backstory affect how they are as a character now and how they interact with the cast?

Pick only one: Let your twst OC pick only one and explain the reasons: only one favorite from each dorm, only one favorite housewarden/vice housewarden, only one favorite first/second/third year etc.

(For my beloved yume shippers) Partner: Who do you ship your twst OC with? Are they in a relationship? If yes, how did it start/end? If no, why?

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Ruggie: *gonna use this as blackmail later, and he got paid with donuts and like 20 thaumarks* Leona: ....Dude is ready to throw hands with someone *[while actually he is ready to fall/flop down like one of those cat videos when they wear costumes lol]* Jack: He's doing this because of either two reasons, 1) he thought it would be a lot cooler, 2) he didn't want to be left out [and Leona forced him to wear it]

Savanaclaw in their respective animal suits 🦁🐺🐱

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I want to mention something important, ahem Trey Clover

LOOK AT HIM, HE IS LITERALLY TIPPING HIS HAT RN also he is friends with Jade, I think, and like he would totally mock them with the "m'lady" *tips hat* thing lol

As much as I love Octavinelle, I can’t get over the fedoras /lh

do you think any of them were ever like "m'lady" *tips fedora*

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No offense to Riddle stans, but he is the type to eat a pizza with a knife and fork. I headcannon that he hates getting his hands dirty, partly because of how he grew up [always needing to be clean and study, so he didn't play outside and get dirty like other kids], and he just doesn't like the feel of his hands being grime-y. ANYWAYS he would totally eat a taco with a knife and fork

If Riddle was given a taco, would he eat it regularly or like this?

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He's doing his best and we should all appreciate that lol

Anyways, I love this idea, haven't heard of an AU/idea of big brother Malleus, so this is really cool!

Big Brother Malleus hears that his baby sibling is sick.

WHO?! WHO MADE HIS SWEET BABY SIBLING SICK?!

Unfortunately, that's not what's important at the moment.

Malleus breaks down the door to Ramshackle, holding a soup pot.

Malleus: SWEET SIBLING OF MINE, I HAVE BROUGHT THE SOUP OF THE CHICKEN!

(Y/n): HORTON, WTF!?

Bro just wants to make sure you are doing alright lol