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I got him??? HOW THE FUCK HE LOVES ME FR. Shadow milk came home on my one pull and this one came on my 38th??

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Got pookie

Me asf when awakened PV came up (my grind paying off but also him being a fuckin flash bang)

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I’m not the only one who thinks wedding cake cookie looks like flutter shy right? Right??

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Redraw from this, PLS LIKE THE ORIGINAL, IT HAS MORE CONTENT

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Redraw from this, PLS LIKE THE ORIGINAL, IT HAS MORE CONTENT

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Heaving but nearly there

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Started playing a week ago and got him on a one pull, literally. But now awakened PV wont come home…. Wtf did u do

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Started playing a week ago and got him on a one pull, literally. But now awakened PV wont come home…. Wtf did u do

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mkay this edge lord's been in the backburner for too long so I'm kicking him out

credits to @/unfinished-projects-galore for the template

a kudos to my bestie @tsurenity for the sprite art and expression sheet🥹🫶

Xander Mondschein

Dominant hand: Right

Family: Mama Mondschein, father who shall not be named

Other Hobbies: Hiking

Talent: Sneaking out

Likes: Cuddling with Asta

Dislikes: Being underestimated

VA: TBA

Nicknames: Mondshit (Diwa and Tsu)

Unique Magic: Let Darkness Grow

Xander can summon and construct things out of obsidian-like material so long as he understands how it works. The more thoroughly he can comprehend how something works, the more effectively he can manipulate it.

Xander can be described as an unconventional Royal Sword senior. Unlike the princely types that are usually seen roaming the halls of RSA, Xander acts more aloof and prefers to keep it that way. Xander is also pretty snarky and headstrong, which only contributes to his unapproachable demeanor. Underneath that tough facade, is a free-spirited boy with a love for the outdoors and the people he holds close to his heart. Xander also has a competitive streak, especially when it comes to athletics, more often than not getting caught up in his personal victories, neglecting his teammates, and opponents. After getting out of that mindset, he does make sure to own up to his mistakes the best he can.

Extra trivia

Xander is twisted from Cassandra (Tangled the Series)

He has a strained relationship with his mother

His parents divorced way back then

There is a star shaped scar right in the middle of his chest. He doesn't remember how he got it.

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SCREAMING SOBBING CRYING THROWING UP EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL ART I GOT IN EXCHANGE FOR 2 FICS (2000 words total im just shit at writing oneshots bigger than 1000-1500 words) drawn by @luxstring and i am definitely up for another trade as well!!!

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Malleus' bed hair had me weak

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This was a bonus chapter made again by the wonderful @le-monchou they were generous to give this piece and I’m nothing but grateful thank you sososos much for this😭😭🙇

For today’s meeting, the goal was to make a gargoyle, similar to the ones that were observed during the weeks before. Stolas wasn’t sure how this would properly encourage the maintenance of the college’s gargoyles, which was the topic of last week’s meeting, but he was never one to question Malleus’ motives for this club. Staring at his chunk of clay, Stolas wondered how he would create a replica that truly displayed the beauty of a gargoyle. “You are here early, Stolas. Much earlier than I anticipated.” Malleus starts by way of greeting, and Stolas waves his hand. 

“Oh no, you didn’t have to come earlier on my account. I was merely here to inspect the clay that was delivered. Sometimes, and I have heard this from the artists in Scarabia, the quality of the clay is not always good, and thus, the final work may be ruined no matter how skilled the hands of the artists.” Malleus hums, and makes his way towards Stolas, sitting down beside him, green reptilian eyes staring deeply at his club member’s hands shaping and toying with the clay— maybe a ruler overseeing a loyal subject, or a child, yet innocent to the ways of the world, or maybe merely a young man watching a beloved friend work on something important to him. 

“Malleus?” Stolas murmurs. “What is the matter, friend? You look like you have many things to say.” Malleus shakes his head gently, his straight black hair gently tossing itself around with the movement. 

“No, no. It is nothing, Stolas.” Malleus responds before grabbing some clay with his gloves as Stolas’ eyes widen. “Ah! Your gloves!” Malleus blinks, then chuckles, before putting the bit of clay down and removing his gloves and cleaning them. “It is all well, Stolas. Do not fear.” 

“You rely far too much on the unknown and the divine, Malleus.” Stolas shakes his head with a sigh. “One’s reliance on the unknown means that even what should be known becomes mysterious. Focus here, please.” Malleus nods, and grabs his piece of clay, and the meeting of the Gargoyle Research Society officially begins. 

—

The area is quiet— after all, they are not making functional gargoyles, merely replicas— the only sound being the occasional sigh and the steady squick of wet clay being shaped by two most beginner users trying to create a replica of old art without a real eye for guidance. Stolas, to his credit, finds the clay an easier medium to use if he thinks about it like the minds of the people his father used to soothe— violently churning around with burdens they felt they could not handle, and yet, leaving with the same burdens merely emboldened and given knowledge of their own capacities, with a little bit of the divine mixed into that. 

Stolas has seen enough faking to know that many may fake this connection. But yet, but yet, is it not enough to just believe? To believe that something is truly out of your hands, and thus to move through life knowing that you as a whole, with your mistakes, sins, good deeds and duties, are enough?

“Stolas? Are you already done with it?” Malleus calls to draw him out of his thoughts, and Stolas smiles, putting down his badly created gargoyle. “Even if you are not, come. Let us go for a walk and take a look at some gargoyles so that what we make comes out better. The fresh air will also do us some good.”

The walk takes them past Ramshackle to the College building, and Malleus borrows Stolas’ cheaper phone to take some bad pictures of the gargoyles he finds. On the way, they also meet Silver and Sebek, who were taking a break between sparring, and they greet Stolas warmly, Silver clasping his hand like Lilia used to long ago. “WAKA-SAMA! HOW WAS THE CLUB MEETING?” Sebek shout-asks as Stolas covers his ears with a fond roll of his eyes. 

“We’re currently still having one, just in a more informal setting.” Stolas replies as Silver shuts Sebek’s mouth himself. “It’s a walk, just to get some air and look at some more gargoyles on the way.” Silver’s eyes widen and he nods. “Ah, Father mentioned you’d joined the Gargoyle Research Society. It’s good that Malleus isn’t alone with his club— he often has so much to say, and no one really hears him out.” 

Stolas nods. “It’s true, really. He has much to say, especially about such fascinating pieces of art.” Silver nods back, and Sebek finally gets the opportunity to throw Silver’s hand off his mouth. “Get your hand off me now, Silver!” he sputters as Stolas takes that as an opportunity to leave with Malleus as he chuckles, grabbing Stolas’ hand to hurry him ahead and away from the two. 

“Once he starts, he will not stop, I fear.” Malleus laughs, but does not let go of Stolas’ hand, leading him back to the place they were working on their gargoyle models. “We did not get the opportunity to observe too many kinds of gargoyles, I’m afraid. I worry our models shall prove extremely lackluster.” 

“That is quite alright, Stolas. It is like you said once to Lilia— there is a quiet perfection in imperfection, a beauty in all mistakes ever made. I feel like the burden that has been hanging over my head like a sword waiting to fall has finally been lifted, and I do not even know how. And even you, friend, even you— are much lighter with your step.”

“How interesting for you to suddenly be so princely.” Stolas chuckles as Malleus cracks a smile so wide he was sure his cheeks were going to hurt soon, but oh, a pleasure and honour to see a smile so innocent, like the sins of the world and his people were not on his shoulder. 

“I can be a prince, and your friend, Stolas. If one’s sins and virtues can coexist, then why cannot a prince and a friend?” 

To that, Stolas really had no answer to give, beyond swiping a bit of wet clay from his sod of a gargoyle onto Malleus’ cheek.

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Second art trade! Written by the wonderful @le-monchou ^^ thank you for doing this art trade with me. Your writing is gorgeous and so whimsy, I keep going back to this cause finally the scenarios in my head was created by a writer😭😭

Reunion of old friends

I sense power, but no shape. The nature of your soul is unclear to me. Soundless. Colorless. Shapeless. Therefore, no dorm would be appropriate. 

If there was ever a way to be utterly humiliated, but at the same time, not, this would be the perfect way to start. Stand oneself in front of cocky, growing mages, and have the one who reads one’s soul say that you were not a fit for the institution that chose you. Truly, there is no way better or worse— however, despite everything, one must stay as calm and composed as they can. In times of uncertainty, moving with the river shall surely drown you. 

As Stolas walks past the other groups of students sorted into their own dorms, he sees a mop of familiar hair standing in the distance. His first thought is to run, pretend he did not see him in the crowd— but that is nigh impossible given his stature and the colours in his hair, and his peering eyes, which would surely see through his attempt to ignore him. But one does not always get to do what one likes, and shying away from a well-loved and respected elder? An old friend? Never— it is a discourtesy of the highest order. 

“Stolas! It has been a long time. Have you been well?” Lilia smiles at him, and though the smile is weary, like the weight of being a father and a mentor to the prince himself has shaped him in a way Stolas might never understand, Stolas smiles back, a slight smile, with his eyes crinkling. “It is a shame you were not placed in Diasomnia— though it is no fault of yours, I assure you.” 

“Many students attending whisper that the mirror has a mind of its own, and often they do not understand what it means, but keep your chin up! This dorm you are part of now has a history of its own.” Stolas levels a look at Lilia as Lilia finishes, a slight breath taken before he poses the question. “Are you… perhaps disappointed that I was not selected for Diasomnia, Lilia?” 

“Disappointed?” Stolas nods. “No, never. I could never be. Regardless of the reason you could not attend or the fact that you were not placed in any dorm at all, which is truly odd, you simply could not, and thus, there is no reason for me to be disappointed. But it would have been nice for Malleus and you to be with each other— the two of you complement each other well, and he would not have been as lonely as he is now.”

“And anyway, Ramshackle, though it is called that now, was one of the very first dorms of this college, for the best of the best.” Lilia adds, his ceremonial robes billowing around him as a light wind passes through the corridor. “It is a lesson to be learnt regardless, about the passage of time. Those of us who live long… we do not keep in mind the passage of the years. The days are long, but the years are small, and eventually, friends and lovers shall all be left or leave you behind.” 

“Well, I had some health complications and well… the complications, they were… being handled.” Stolas starts with an unsure tone, and Lilia nods, though his eyes widen. “They were severe enough, but now, they have been mostly remedied, so I am free to attend.” 

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The room around him was blurry, and his head hurt. At the moment, those were the only two things he could note, throat dry and thoughts hazy, like his vision through the smoke. Stolas tried his best to inhale, but something, somewhere hurt, and he felt like he was drowning in the depths of the pain. 

“Stolas? Stolas?!” he hears somewhere above him, and he opens his eyes wearily to see his mother standing above him. “Oh, my dear. Yes, yes, you will heal soon.” A tired hand cups his cheek, and for a minute, he feels small again— small enough to fit snugly on her lap. “Stolas, my dear, keep fighting. Do not stop.” she whispers as the peace shatters, and he starts heaving and coughing again, rolling to the side to maybe throw something out of his body. But the question is— what exactly is his body fighting against? “We need some more potions here! Hurry, we don’t have time!” is all Stolas hears as his vision turns black once again.

—

“Stolas? Stolas?” he hears ahead of him, and he shakes his head gently. “My sincerest apologies, Lilia. I seemed to have drifted out of our conversation. You were saying?” 

“I am sorry for all the pain you went through.” The expression on his face remained unreadable, though Stolas believed there was a mixture of understanding and pity. “No one should ever go through such pain. You are extremely brave, and I admire you intently.” 

“You should not.” Stolas replies smoothly. “I have done nothing for you to admire me so.”

“I think this is enough. Do you not?” Lilia whispers gently as he sees Silver and Sebek behind Stolas, raising a gloved hand to greet them. “Silver! Sebek! Look who’s here— it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” 

“Stolas! It has, it has— how have you been?” Silver interjects before Sebek yells and attracts attention to them again— his mishap at following the housewarden of Scarabia to his dorm was already enough mishaps for the day.

“I have been well, recently. It is good to see you all after a long time.” Stolas smiles, warm and inviting. “To see Malleus would have been the best for this unforetold reunion— not just as a prince or as your housewarden, but merely as a friend.” Lilia chuckles and starts walking towards the Hall of Mirrors, and Silver, Sebek, and Stolas follow, the wind of the conversation not having died down. 

“Ramshackle is technically Malleus’ hunting grounds, so I’m sure you’ll see him around as you settle into the dorm.” Lilia starts as he hums a little. “And I’m sure you’ll also join a club soon, so you’ll get a chance to explore everything further. I’ll see you around then, Stolas.” he finishes, waving goodbye as his back disappears through the mirror, Silver and Sebek also waving goodbye and following suit. 

I’m sure you’ll see him around as you settle into the dorm. “That’s odd, though.” Stolas muses as he turns around and heads to the dorm Crowley had so kindly gifted him. “Is he not a housewarden? Then where was he?”

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Wip

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Ending this year with a crappy doodle, HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE CANT REALLY SAY ILL BE ACTIVE FOR MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION BUT THANK YOU FOR STAYING WITH ME AND MY ART 🙇🙇🙇 hoping for a good new year

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Sketch for an oc challenge cause i was bored as hell here’s the wheel if anyone wants to try it

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Lil fun fact abt that charm stolas is holding! It’s from Malleus, and according to this site i found it’s an: Enmusubi, at its core, is a timeless matchmaking ritual crafted to spark romantic bonds between people

This one was lazily done, not my usual full render i was sick when i drew this😅

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