#I would LOVE if this was a twist tho

[weneedatdcharacterwho]

We need a total drama character who wants to wants to find Zeke not out of being nice and wanting to put him in rehabilitation but to do evil fucked up experiments on him

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[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[i-spilled-the-starjuice]

Twisted lil meow meows

look at all the silly little guys

[r-aindr0p]

the wotr creatures

[viperwhispered]

Too Hard

Woop part 2 of the trip inside Jamil's head. Part 1 here.

The next time Jamil caught sight of you on campus, his first instinct was to turn around on his heel.

What a stupid thought to have because of you.

Besides, that would only make him more conspicuous, not less.

So, when your eyes met his, Jamil gave you a short nod in greeting. He would’ve left it at that and kept on his way, had you not walked up to him.

“Hi Jamil! How’s it going?” you said with that impossibly disarming smile of yours.

Why was it so difficult to look at you like he normally would? You had no right to make him feel so stiff, so unnatural.

On autopilot, Jamil exchanged a few pleasantries with you - those lessons from his parents had been instilled too deep in him for him to falter too badly in a simple exchange such as this. Still, Jamil quickly excused himself by telling you he still had to find Kalim before his next class.

Jamil didn’t miss the way your smile faltered. Had you hoped to get something out of him?

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you two later, then.”

Something about that irked him, though Jamil did not allow himself to dwell on it further.

His heart really had no business still racing as it did when he walked away, unaware of the frown on his face.

Just act normal. That’s all he needed to do.

After all, he had no time for dwelling in silly fancies.

If Jamil had been acutely aware of you before, it only seemed to worsen now that he was making a conscious effort to not act any differently with you. In fact, the harder he tried to keep you out, the more you invaded his thoughts, unsettling him.

The most innocuous words from you looped in his mind, and even the simplest actions caught his eye. For goodness's sake, he’d found himself staring at you while you were queueing up in the cafeteria the other day, not even doing anything other than standing around and looking bored!

For once, Jamil found himself grateful for all his duties. At least they provided him with something else to occupy himself with.

After all, if he was busy enough, it was difficult to think about those bright eyes of yours, your sweet laugh, or the way you bit your lip while thinking.

Still, sometimes it felt like no matter which way he turned, you were there, ready to throw him off-kilter. Not like it was his fault that often the most convenient route to class intersected with your daily routines. Or that your face seemed to jump out from any crowd, catching his attention.

Which certainly did not help his basketball performance. Jamil certainly did not recall you having such an interest in sports before, yet suddenly you were always there, distracting him. What had changed?

Could you possibly-

Jamil scoffed to himself, forcing his thoughts back on track for the nth time that day.

He picked up the tray of food and started taking it to Kalim. After dinner, he’d need to help Kalim with his homework, there were some housewarden tasks that would need dealing with, not to mention the preparations for the next-

Jamil froze in his tracks.

The voice he heard was quiet, but it was unmistakably you.

Really, it should not have come as such a surprise to him. You had become a rather frequent visitor to Scarabia, and Kalim often invited you to stay for meals. In fact, Jamil had started planning the dorm’s meal prep with your tastes and dietary restrictions in mind, just in case.

Jamil rounded the corner with strange exhilaration, his heart fluttering needlessly.

Yet, his mood evaporated when he saw you.

Why did you stop talking and look so guilty as soon as you caught sight of Jamil?

Jamil knew that look you gave to Kalim, had used it himself a thousand times. The one telling Kalim to keep quiet about something.

What could there possibly be that you would be comfortable sharing with Kalim, but not with him? That would give Kalim reason to sit so close to you, a comforting hand on your shoulder?

Jamil's mind raced with possibilities, yet could not settle for any single explanation.

He’d have to ask Kalim about it later.

Jamil gave you a short, polite greeting, his eyes lingering on you in an attempt to read what you were hiding.

“If I’d known you were coming over, I would’ve prepared something for you to eat as well,” Jamil said, already thinking about which parts of the dorm’s dinner to spruce up for you.

“Oh, no need, just figured I’d pop by. I’ll get out of your hair soon enough,” you said, something sheepish about your expression.

As expected, Kalim asked you to stay and dine with them, and with just a bit more persuasion you agreed - though not before telling Jamil that he should join you too and have himself a breather.

And since Kalim agreed with you, Jamil soon found himself sharing a meal with you and Kalim. Yet, even as he sat down with the food, his mind raced.

Had you been getting particularly close to Kalim lately? But surely Jamil would’ve noticed such a thing. Maybe someone from the dorm had been giving you trouble? But if that was the case, then surely you could let Jamil know about it, too. Unless for some reason you did not want to? But if it was something that concerned Kalim, then sooner or later it was bound to concern Jamil, too.

All the while, Kalim was talking to you about this and that, the latest topic being the animals kept on the Asim estate.

“I’ve got some pictures, let me show you!” Kalim said with an excited grin.

Only, a thorough patting of his pockets and a look around confirmed that Kalim’s phone was nowhere to be seen.

Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose. Where had Kalim left it this time?

Before Jamil even had the chance to say that he would handle it, Kalim sprinted off. Jamil hesitated for a moment, automatically halfway up from his seat, before he decided that leaving a guest unattended would be a worse offense than not helping out his master.

Jamil slumped back down with a sigh, mentally tracing the path Kalim took today, trying to recall the last time he saw Kalim handle his phone.

“Breathe. He’ll manage,” you said. There was the faintest of smiles on your lips, and Jamil could not decide if it was knowing or amused. Perhaps both.

Somehow, despite his frustration, Jamil’s own lips wanted to curl up too.

“Hmm. Maybe he will.”

Sure, Jamil could’ve called Kalim’s phone, to make it easier to find, but it was not that urgent, was it?

Jamil took another bite of his food, keeping an eye on you from the corner of his eye.

How was his mind so empty and so buzzing at the same time?

“You know-”

“So-”

You looked at each other, both just as surprised that the other had spoken up at the same time.

Even your surprised look was so-

“You first,” Jamil said. The way you bit your lip... Jamil had to raise a cup to his lips, slowly sipping his drink.

“Just… Feels like it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen you be still, you know. Or exchanged more than two words with you,” you said. You were attempting a light, joking tone, yet it was quite clear there was more to it.

“You say that like it would be unusual for me to be busy.”

He was not prepared for the way your soft sigh tugged at his heartstrings.

“No. It is not.”

You were both quiet after, poking at your meals. Normally, Jamil would’ve cherished such a moment of peace, yet this particular silence between you two was decidedly awkward.

Where was your usual chatter? Why weren’t you looking at him like you usually did?

“If you’re worried about me, don’t. I’m fine,” Jamil said, some softness creeping into his tone despite his best intentions.

“That's what Kalim said too,” you said. Yet the way you looked at Jamil made it clear you were still skeptical.

Wait.

Had you clammed up earlier because it had been Jamil you had been talking about with Kalim? That Kalim had comforted you about?

The thought twisted his stomach into knots.

Eta: you can find part 3 here, part 4 here, and finally part 5 here. Hasdhfsdf the way I fought with that last scene I swear. I don't even want to know how many versions I went through, trying to figure out how to say what I wanted without rubbing it into your face or making it too veiled. The joys of trying to convey things through a limited pov. Hopefully it came out reasonably balanced in the end. Rip to all those sentences that were lovely on their own but didn’t work for the whole. Hopefully I can rehome y’all one day. I do have thoughts for part 3 and part x (might be some chapters between those two as well, who knows at this point), so maybe we'll see those at some point, too. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for future works, let me know! (Just be aware that sometimes I do also write nsfw, though you can certainly ask to be tagged only for particular kinds of works.)

[qwakque]

watched the sunrise for my bday and it was rlly nice !!!!

had my little kalim nui with me too so i thought it would be nice if i doodled him watching it too

[ryllen]

Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( •̀ω•́ )σ 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.

Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.

[i-have-a-lot-of-ocs]

Tempted to write a replaced au twst fic where Yuu (or alternatively, I'll use my Yuu, Riyuu, who is basically who I'm writing this for) used to be the cutest girl around, the cheery one who's always around everyone, the one you can't seem to dislike even if your crush falls for her because she earnestly says sorry (even though it's not her fault) and will always help you out if you need her back in her old school. But one day, a new girl comes around and her whole reputation got destroyed. She helps the new girl adjust, tells her all the rumours and introduces her to all the popular kids. But the girl ends up backstabbing her, telling the popular girls rumours about how she intentionally plays up the act to steal their crushes to her, and lies to the boys, telling them she's just playing with their hearts and that she's a horrible person.

Yuu ends up alone and excluded, being seen as "annoying" and only having a few close friends who doesn't really interact with her in public in fear of their reputation being ruined. She ends up miserable at school, and wishes to not go anymore. But one day comes a saving grace, she gets whisked by a mysterious black carriage into Twisted Wonderland, or more specifically, Night Raven College. She doesn't mind working if it meant she doesn't have to deal with her old school, there was still 1 and a half years left of school and she doesn't want to deal with all ghe group projects to be assigned that will inevitably end with everyone not wanting to team up with her. Plus, as annoying Grim is, he's like the animal friend all of the anime and storybook protagonists she knows has, and she doesn't mind him too much.

Some things did change after she and Grim got officially enrolled, but she had no problem adapting to the social expectations of the world, part time jobs with Sam -- and occasionally the canteen -- paid enough to get her tools for cooking basic but delicious food, and new friends without the weight of her past helped her get settled comfortably.

The existence of Overblots stunned her for a bit, but a peek into Riddle and Leona's memories helped her understand the concept, even if just a little. However, things began to change eerily simlarly to her old school when a new girl comes, also in a similar position to her, getting transported to a new, unfamilliar world, and seemingly hailing from a similar world to the Earth she knows. She warmly welcomes her, eager to finally befriend another girl, but it seems that the girl does not share the same enthusiasm.

The girl only barely responds to Yuu's attempts at forming a friendship, and always seems to talk her in a condescending way, and often dismisses her, and especially so whenever there are any boys around.

Yuu will not deny any statements claiming she's an attention seeker or that she plays up her sweet innocent girl act, but she knows to never, ever sacrifice a bystander for it. But if someone insists on war with her... well that's another, different story. She's learnt her lesson of being overly optimistic, and she will not make the same mistake twice. She will not let her make her life a living hell more than it already is with Crowley's irresponsibleness.

Aaand thus begins the story. Or well, however you wanna continue it. I'm honestly in favour of most Housewardens (Kalim, Vil, and Idia in particular. I'll put my reasoning in a few paragraphs down) Adeuce, Tweels, and Ortho for team Yuu. Why?

Well, first of all, Adeuce. This is mostly because the duo is like. with Yuu since Day 1, as much of a bitch as Ace is, I think those two are the most likely to trust and know Yuu well enough to not believe the lies R (< Replacer) tells. Especially Deuce, he doesn't want to betray a friend he knew for quite a while, that would not be very honor student-like of him!! And she helped him out in a lot of situations too! He doesn't want to hurt you after all the trouble you go through to help him, and also knowing how horrible your living conditions are. Ace would most likely give in to peer pressure if the student body is overwhelmingly in favour of R, but as of now, he maybe enjoys your company just a bit more than R. Just a bit, promise.

Tweels I feel like is self-explanatory. Those two are perceptive as fuck istg it scares me. Jade especially. I feel like the two would just toy with R for a bit despite her facade and lies before dropping her after she bothers them for attention and favours one too many times.

(Ortho ties in with Idia so I'll explain him in Idia's paragraph)

Kalim is actually very emotionally intelligent. He can come off annoying and stupid, but from all the scenes I see of him, he's actually really good at dealing with people. Have you seen how he deals with the Scarabia residents after Jamil's OB??? The way he phrases his sentences?? He didn't force or even plead with them to forgive Jamil, he simply asks them to wait before making permanent judgements, and I think he's gonna be uncomfy with how condescendingly R talks to Yuu, and even if he's used to people going after him for money, I feel like R mostly eyeing him for money and how she "secretly" sighs in annoyance everytime she goes out of the party for a "bathroom break" will only solidify his dislike/discomfort, even if he doesn't show it.

Vil is also kind of self-explanatory if you read into his character and not just the shell the official English localization makes for him. (I could rant for hours about how the official tl portrays his character istg. He's hardworking and he actually didn't attempt to poison Neige out of pure jealousy, he did it because he felt like all his efforts to be beautiful will never be able to surpass Neige, who, in his eyes, always seemed to be innocent and naturally beautiful. He feels like the villain in Neige's story. He feels like he is reduced to what he often plays as, a snobbish, overconfident villain obsessed with overthrowing the hero. And because of it, it became a twisted self-fulfilling prophecy, pushing him to, in a fit of despair, be that same villain everyone sees him as.) I really don't think he will take well to R's condescension to Yuu, who genuinely wants to befriend R. (I actually have a whole thing in my head where Yuu and Vil occasionally have sleepovers where they do skincare together after the whole VDC thing happened. I feel like this is also a "vent sesh" of sorts for the both of them, just to air out their grievances without much seriousness, and I think Yuu would admit to wanting a fellow girl in the school that she could befriend, since no matter what, being the only girl can be exhausting.) Ik Vil's not a girl but he is such a girls' girl istg.

Idia... this mostly ties into Ortho and The STYX Incident, but like,, I think we can all agree on this one,, Idia is smart and capital V Very pessimistic. Would you rather trust the girl you've known for a while, who saw your memories, who helped you in awkward social situations when she can and is besties with your brother or some random new girl who trash talks said girl behind her back? The former, right? Plus, even if Yuu did only hang out with him and his brother because she likes to secretly laugh at him behind his back, there's mo guarantee R wouldn't do the same, given his experience. And he would rather have someone who actively helps him and his brother out than someone who wouldn't.

I didn't put Malleus in because of how canon him actually treats Yuu. I feel like the fandom kind of put on rose-tinted glasses on with his character, and kind of ignored some things like, idk... him just leaving them to fend for themselves homeless during Octavinelle... maybe he thought Crowley would offer them a place to stay but like... I'm still bothered by how didn't atleast offer a spare room in Diasomnia. He's a housewarden goddamnit. He's not as distant or scary as the rumours say but like. still rubbed me the wrong way.

Anyways I don't think my attention span will let me write it to completion so if anyone likes this and wants to write it feel free. Pls tag me if you do tho. I would love to read it :3

[ashipiko]

NIKO SHENANIGANS FT @theolivetree123 ‘S HOPPER!!!!!!!!!

niko is NOT shorter than hopper he is simply being annoying and hanging on his shoulder (after getting beat up probs) <3 my squishy

SORTA A SEQUEL TO THIS DOODLE

[flipppyflopp]

Twisted Neverland

Departure: Ace Trappola

The full moon shined in the sky above, seeming to mock Ace who was feeling anything but bright.

It all started when he woke up late for school. For some reason his alarm clock chose today of all days to not work, so he overslept. Any of his friends would have had their mom or dad wake them up if they overslept, but Ace wasn’t like the rest of his friends. His mom and dad split when he was in middle school, so he switched schools and lived with his mom in a small house in the city. In order to afford the mortgage on a single income, Ace’s mom worked the opening shift at a fancy restaurant during the week as it was the shift that had the most hours since opening and prepping the place took a lot of time and precision. With his mom already at work, Ace didn’t have anyone to rely on to get him up.

Then, since he overslept, Ace missed the bus, so he had to sprint through the busy streets of London while carrying all his belongings. He would have only been about thirty minutes late for school, if he didn’t run into one of the local gangs, the Black Bunnies. The Black Bunnies were made up of a bunch of delinquents from Ace’s private school, delinquents who did not like Ace at all. Ace kept to himself, mainly because he missed his old school and his old friends, but this isolation was taken as arrogance by the Black Bunnies, so Ace became a target of their taunts and jabs. Now, seeing Ace all alone and isolated, the Black Bunnies saw the perfect opportunity to rough him up without any interference from teachers or administration.

Ace wished he could say that he handled them all just fine and carried on to school; however, that would be a lie as he was thrown around and harassed by the Black Bunnies. They pulled him into a nearby alleyway and began pushing Ace around, punching and hitting him in between insults. After they had their fill of fun, they left Ace alone on the concrete with new scrapes and bruises along with all his belongings poured out in the alleyway. Once Ace was sure they were gone, he pulled himself together and slowly gathered his belongings. He then decided that the day was already bad enough, so he would skip school to avoid hearing a lecture from the principal. There would still be consequences for not showing up, but Ace frankly didn’t care after the morning he had. All he wanted was something in this day to go right. Ace chose to simply wander around town, avoiding any adult in a uniform who might drag him to school. He took a trip to the library, browsed some local antique shops, and sat in the nearby park, until about seven in the evening, deciding that he would finally return home.

As he walked home, Ace prepared himself for what he would return to. He knew his mom probably found out about him skipping and was just waiting to give him the lecture of a lifetime, but Ace really wasn’t in the mood for it. If he was lucky, his mom would already be asleep in order to prepare for her morning shift at work. However, if his luck continued like it had this morning, Ace knew he was in for a rough time.

Ace quietly opens the door and gently shuts it behind him, hoping that his mom didn’t hear the click of the door snapping into place. Ace slipped his school bag on the coat rack and began to tip toe towards the staircase.

As his foot touched the first stair, it let out a loud creak. His mom’s voice immediately calls out, “Ace, is that you?”

Ace lets out a sigh. He knows that if he responds, she’ll be angry. He also knows that if he does not respond, she’ll be angry. Either way is a lose-lose situation. He wanted to avoid this exact situation, so he decides to try to do just that by taking another step up the staircase.

“Ace, answer me when I’m talking to you!”

Ace knows that he should keep his mouth shut, that he should just keep walking. Go to his room, lock the door, and head right to bed. His mom would have to get ready for work and by the time she got home the next day, she wouldn’t be as angry as she currently is right now. Even though he knows he should shut his mouth, he’s had a downright awful day and has some steam he needs to blow off.

He stomps his foot on the stairs and yells back, “What? I’m busy!”

His mom lets out an offended gasp as she retorts, “Busy? You skipped school today! Your principal called and-“

“I’m back aren’t I? Isn’t that good enough?”

Ace heard the scrape of one of the dining room chairs against the kitchen tile. The click of heels quickly echoed through the small house, seemingly matching the racing of Ace’s own heart.

Ace’s mother rushes to the bottom of the stairwell and shouts, “Good enough? Your brother never pulled stunts like this! He-“

There it is. The comparison to his brother, Jester. Always the golden child, never did a single thing wrong. The recipient of all the praise in the Trappola household. Jester got straight A’s, Ace barely passed mathematics. Jester joined a third volunteer organization, Ace served as benchwarmer for the basketball team. Jester received an award for outstanding behavior, Ace got his third detention. Jester was perfection, and Ace was anything but that. No matter how hard Ace tried, he could never exceed the expectations set for him, not when Jester set the bar too high. His parents were never satisfied, Ace always fell just short.

Ace got tired of the comparisons, so he just stopped. Stopped caring, stopped trying, stopped bothering. Why waste the effort when it would always come back to Jester? Was it Jester’s fault? No, Ace knew that. His brother was just that good of a person, it was never out of spite. His brother even tried to praise him, lift his accomplishments up, but it was never enough. The gap between slowly grew bigger, just like the one between their parents. Until they split.

Ace thought that since Jester was with his dad, that the comparisons would stop. That he might finally be able to step out of his brother’s shadow. Now, here he was, his mom casting the shadow back upon him. Ace didn’t want to recede back into the dark again. Even if he hated his new neighborhood. Even if he hated his new school. Even if he hated his isolation. He bore that hatred because he had one shred of hope for a change. This was a chance for him to finally become his own person.

Normally he would bite his tongue, grit his teeth, and bear the comparisons; however, he decided to do the opposite for once in his life.

“Bring Jester up again why don’t you?! Is that all you can do? Compare me to him?”

His mom let out a shocked gasp. He refused to turn back to her, to see the look upon her face.

“Ace Trapolla, lower your-“

“Well guess what? I’M NOT HIM! AND I NEVER WILL BE!”

Ace’s mother stood frozen on the stairs as she watched her son dash up the remaining steps and stormed into his room. The click of the lock sounded deafening in her ears, echoing along with the angry words her son lashed out with. She stood there for a moment before retreating down the stairs, at a loss of what to do. She walked into the kitchen, sat at the table, and cried.

Ace, meanwhile, slid down against the door until he was sitting on the floor. He brought his knees up to his chest and for the first time in a long time, he felt small. The rage that flooded his being in an instant on the stairs was already leaving his body.

“That’s no way to speak to your mother.”

Ace immediately lifts his head and finds himself locking eyes with a stranger standing at his window. Ace’s red eyes meet the stranger’s stormy gray, each seizing the other up. The red haired boy was shorter than Ace and he stood opening the windows further, letting himself into the room. The sight before Ace only became stranger as the boy stepped over the windowsill into the room. The boy wore a large red coat that went with an equally large red hat. The red coat was accentuated with intricate gold detailing in the images of hearts, spades, diamonds, and clovers, the suits of playing cards Ace realized later. The red hat had gold buttons and a large feather that Ace wasn’t sure the origin of, the feather seemed too large for any bird that he could recall. Taking in the boy’s full appearance, Ace could only relate it to that of a pirate that he read about when he was a child, something straight of a fairytale.

Ace knew he should scream, that he should get up, unlock the door, and run to his mother; however, he didn’t move from his spot on the floor. The boy hadn’t tried to hurt him and he definitely could have if he wanted to. Not to mention, the boy announced his presence by speaking, so it wasn’t like he was trying to sneak in and rob Ace. Ace was intrigued by the sight before him and he wanted to know more. After the day he’s had, a little curiosity couldn’t hurt worse than what he’s already dealt with.

Not knowing what else to do, Ace started to ask, “Who-“

The boy cuts Ace off with the click of his heeled boots, remarking in an authoritative tone, “Wayward you may be, yet you have the makings to succeed. From this day forward until you return home, you will be a lowly card soldier aboard my ship: the Queen’s Court. I will mold you into a proper gentleman as your mentor, your discipliner, your warden. I am Captain Rosehearts, Riddle Rosehearts. Now, let us depart for Neverland!”

None of this was making sense to Ace. He understood each word Riddle spoke individually, but stringed together they became something of an enigma. Ship? Card soldier? Neverland? Perhaps this Riddle guy really did step out from a fairytale. Even so, Riddle was presenting Ace with a unique opportunity: escape. After everything he’s endured today, he could just leave. Sure he doesn’t know what he’s getting into, but it couldn’t be as bad as the mess he’s in. Right?

Ace stands and as he does, he can see a large shadow outside his window. A ship is docked right outside with a plank leading to his windowsill. How the neighborhood wasn’t going mad with such a sight, Ace didn’t know, but this did provide truth to Riddle’s words. That ship, the Queen’s Court, was his ticket to a place called ‘Neverland.’ A place that must be far away from London as he’s never heard of it before.

Ace steps forward and says, “Then let’s get going already.”

Riddle studies Ace for a moment before responding, “Yes, let’s go. Don’t worry about grabbing any belongings, we have everything you could need on board the ship. Now follow me, we need to hurry lest we fall behind schedule.”

“Schedule?”

“Yes, you aren’t the only wayward soul I’m taking aboard tonight. Usually it’s only one, but I was given two names tonight. I’m off to collect Deuce Spade before we return to Neverland.”

Ace doesn’t know how else to respond other than letting out a small, “Oh, ok.”

Riddle doesn’t say anything else as he guides Ace across the plank and onto the ship. As soon as Ace is on board, a boy with orange hair is immediately pulling the plank back onto the ship. Other boys begin moving about the deck pulling on ropes attached to the large sails. Everyone seemed to know their respective role and moved like gears in a machine.

“Trey, could you show Ace to the sleeping quarters? In the morning, you can take him and the other new card soldier on a tour of the ship.”

Ace was too lost in his thoughts to realize that Riddle had continued to walk to the center of the ship, while he stopped to watch everyone running around the deck. Ace quickly walks forward and stands behind Riddle and the boy Riddle was talking to, Trey. Trey was taller than both him and Riddle with short green hair and golden eyes framed with black glasses. On his cheek there was a small black clover marking. He wore the same outfit as the rest of the crew, a striped shirt with pants that were covered with patches.

Trey smiles and extends a hand as he says, “Of course, Riddle. Nice to meet you Ace, I’m Trey Clover. I’m the main cook on the ship.”

Ace shakes Trey’s hand and says, “Nice to meet you.”

“Right this way, Ace, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying while you’re on board the ship.”

As Trey turns to lead Ace across the deck, Riddle calls out, “Oh, Trey, please don’t forget Rule 153.”

Trey stops for a moment before replying, “Of course. Two sugar cubes, yes?”

“Correct.”

Then Trey steps forward and Ace quickly follows behind him. Whatever rule they were talking about, Ace had no clue, and he honestly didn’t think much of it. Tonight had been strange enough already, so whatever code Trey and Riddle were talking in didn’t seem weird at all.

After the day he’s had, Ace doesn’t think anything could surprise him at this point. He’s not sure what tomorrow may hold. He might just wake up and realize it was all a crazy dream. Whatever happened tomorrow, Ace just hoped that it would be better than today.

[skriblee-ksk]

“I checked the drinks… Princes’ outfits are up to code… Grimmy’s with Ryoko right now… I didn’t forget anything, did I?”

“Okay. Ready as I’ll ever be…! Let’s make this ball a success!”

Set to Home Screen: Are you ready? I’ll wait for you, if you need me to.

Home Transition:

1: Woah… The chandeliers are so bright and sparkly… 12 arms from the bottom bowl, which are four more than the one in the Mirror Chamber, but the top… Ah, sorry!

2: Deuce called me Lady Kiyuu earlier, which really made me happy. I would have worn a pretty dress, but these clothes are a lot warmer and comfier. I think I managed to make myself look feminine either way!

3: Kalim’s really enjoying talking to the attendees. He seems to be getting friendly with everyone, including people from RSA! Must be because he’s familiar with hosting parties.

4: So many attractive people are here… I wonder if I’d be bothering them if I said I wanted to take a picture of them…?

Home, after Login: This ball is really fun! If I lean back on this wall and squint, it just looks like a blur of blue, white, and gold. I think it’s nice that there’s a time these schools can merge like this.

Tap Home:

1: I’m excited to vote for the Belle of the Ball! Huh? Oh, no, I never had any intent to participate. I just enjoy seeing pretty people.

2: Ah, what? Oh, I’m just reviewing my notepad to make sure I’m not forgetting any etiquette. I’m doing perfectly well, so far! I reviewed it before I entered too, but just in case, you know?

3: Oh, no, wait, Grim’s gonna devour the entire table of finger foods at this rate. I’ll be right back!

4: I know I’m supposed to be helping the princes out, but I’m not sure if I’m doing a proper job here… Hm? You think I’m doing pretty well? Mm… Hehe, thanks!

5: It’s a little bit harder than usual to catch the attention of the attendees here since there’s so many people… Well, I guess I just have to find better ways to make my presence known!

Glimmering Soirée is a twst fan event hosted by: @starry-night-rose!!

Groovy Lines: Unlocked

Notes and stuff under cut!!

Groovy art coming soon!! maybe. hopefully. i have the sketch done so hopefully i can finish lol. I slightly tried imitating the twst shading style, but idk.

I searched up men’s victorian era clothing and ended w making this design. few obvious design changes in the end (color) result, mostly the gloves.

Here’s the pic without the SR thing! And the sneak peak for the groovy (which i rlly tryharded on so maybe i should’ve listed it as an ssr but whatevs i’ll leave that to my friend + ryoko because ryoko deserves that ssr title)

And tag list for my friend who rlly wanted to be tagged in Kiyuu stuff (if you wanted be added, just tell me!!): @kathxrat-01

[4belphie]

okay ik that accidental pregnancy isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but

i have been thinking abt accidental pregnancy thrown in with book 7 and its kinda….

like imagine something happens between u and lilia post-book 6 and around a month later u realize ur period never came and u take a test and holy shit ur pregnant

u go to tell lilia excited and/or nervous only for him to tell u that hes leaving! surprise :(

so u don’t tell him (bc u don’t want to force him to stay idk) but slowly over the course of book 7, the other diasomnia members find out and they’re all freaking out

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

thinking abt these two again. i need to be sedated

knight!sugu who sacrifices you to save the world thinking he has no other choice. who instantly becomes enveloped by a guilt so heavy it crushes him.

prince!gojo who sacrifices the world to save you with a smile on his face. who tells you to find him in your next life as he watches the stars go out one by one.

[jackoino]

im worried i want you with the power of a thousand suns burning as one

[scarlettjulz]

Happy Leona month, everyone 🤸🏻‍♀️

[hulloitsdani]

Artistic rendering of my reactions to the latest chapter of feh. This game is my little telenovela. I love her so much. I know her writing so well that it surprises me sometimes (I’ve been playing this game for nearly 7 years)