#bunnwich winter event 2022

[vaporvipermedia]

Please let this be a normal holiday…

(Outfit was inspired by 2000 Cindy Lou Who’s costume)

Kei has arrived to bring some great Yule cheer to everyone in @bunnwich’s new event! But I’m pretty sure Crowley would probably send him out to find Idia whenever he runs away to hide from Leona’s “cheery” mood.

“Idia please you can’t run like this forever!”

“LISTEN I’M JUST NOT READY! Plus I’m busy…”

“Oh yeah? Busy with what exactly?”

She is not amused lets just say…

Honestly she would have the Cindy Lou roll of begging Idia come out of his gamer pad…

Oh and have Kei without his earmuffs or whatever😭:

Kei’s pronouns are He/She

[oseathepebble]

Tsukiko Kawashima SSR Holiday Wear

“The snow falling is beautiful here. Let’s go play in it while we have the chance!”

Looks like Tsukiko has a mistletoe, I wonder who will be lucky enough to get a kiss from them :0!

This card is for the fan event created by @bunnwich !

Extras and Voice Lines Below!

Voice Lines

Summon

“This time of year is so romantic, don't you think?”

“The snow falling is beautiful here. Let’s go play in it while we have the chance!”

Groovy

“Feeling cold? Come warm up next to me!”

Set Home

“Brrrr it’s definitely winter time.”

Home Idle 1

“Ace and Deuce keep trying to sneak a peek at their presents! Can you keep them in check for me?”

Home Idle 2

“I’ve seen ten students slip on my way to class, it was a little funny haha.”

Home Idle 3

“Did you see the snow family I built? I even made a cat one for Grim! It’s infront of Ramshackle.”

Home Login

“Snow day! What should we do? Make snow angels, snowmen, have a snowball fight? I’m okay with anything!”

Home Idle Groovy

“I’m making some hot chocolate later, I hope you can join me for it.”

Home Tap 1

“Dragon for Epel, tiger for Deuce, wolf for Jack, cards for Ace, crocodile for Sebek, stars for. . . Oh! Sorry, I’m trying to figure out presents.”

Home Tap 2 

“Spending time with friends during this time is a must for me! I never want to go back to being alone again. . .”

Home Tap 3

“My grandparents would give gift me fabric when I was younger. It was them who taught me how to sew.”

Home Tap 4

“Hey! Careful! The snow and ice makes everything slippery. Here, hold my arm I’ll help you.”

Home Tap 5

“My plans for Christmas night? Don’t tell him but, I’m planning something for Jack!”

Home Tap Groovy

“Oh! Looks like we’re under the mistletoe, you know what that means! I’m kidding. Unless. . .”

[merotwst]

<3333

“Who says you can't buy more than one gift?”

my oc allana "lana" ambrose for @bunnwich 's event!!! originally i was going to add her groovified card but ueueeuue didn't have enough time to draw that. thank u for hosting, bunn!!!!!

voicelines and full imagine under the cut

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Summon: Who says you can't buy more than one gift?

Summon: Yule is the perfect opportunity to shower the ones you love with gifts! Speaking of... anything you've had your eye on recently?

Groovification: You're an angel for helping me out today. Happy holidays!

Set to Home Screen: Eep! Hurry, the shops might close soon!

Home Transition 1: When I was 12 I asked my parents for a pony. She's been my favorite horse ever since. Now that I think about it, today is technically her birthday, too.

Home transition 2: My schedule's been packed lately, I could only order most of everyone's gifts online *sigh*.

Home transition 3: Ugh, if only I knew how to knit a scarf... oh wait! I could have Mahi knit one for me!

Home, After Login: Leona looked so ridiculous. The terror in his eyes when I snapped a photo of him. This is precious blackmail material right here!

Home Transition

Groovification Home Idle: I can't just order Jamil's gift online. I have to pick it out myself so it's perfect! *sigh* I hope I manage to get him one on time.

Tap Home 1: Grim's got a high demand for his gifts so I just got him cat socks and a christmas bow. Haha! Of course I'm serious! His life has already been one big holiday gift since I moved in.

Tap Home 2: It's so hard to have a large variety of clothes for winter without freezing your legs out. But who says you can't look hot and comfy even in the snow?

Tap Home 3: Tsukiko should just ask Jack to move into Ramshackle during the winter times. His wolf form is so warm and fluffy.

Tap Home 4: I tried to help out with the cooking earlier, but everyone just told me to skedadle. Rude.

Tap Home 5: When Malleus lifts Ellis up to put a star on the tree, it's romantic. When I ask Jamil to lift me up to help me put the lights on, he gets a ladder and just does it himself *sigh*.

Groovification Tap Home: Back at my home with my family, the holidays don't feel as merry as it should these days. It feels wonderful to be surrounded by people like you during yule.

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ocs mentioned: ellis (@starry-night-rose), tsukiko (@oseathepebble), mahi (@seitasaurus)

[the-trinket-witch]

A TWSTed Christmas Carol

(I don't know whether to put this as an entry to @bunnwich's Holiday Fan Event , only cause it's generally Holiday themed, not specifically Green One themed U_U CAN ALSO BE READ ON AO3 )

Azul Ashengrotto has always been a hard working mer. But will his drive for success cause him to lose his holiday spirit? Potentially more?

The Holidays were fast approaching, and such times sounded like easy money to be had at Azul's Monstro Lounge. Octavinelle typically hosted New Years, as most dorm denizens had to stay on campus over break due to 'inclement weather'. Of course for Nightraven College's Merchant of the Deep, any chance afforded to rake in more business was always welcome. Fliers had been plastered across campus of the Lounge's special holiday hours, which in itself drummed up a bit more business than usual. 

One such day, the final day before break officially let loose for Yule, found him holed up once again in his office. The piano that had been enchanted to play continued its tunes as backdrop noise for his accounting. A familiar voice rang out over the trill of the music; one of Azul's partners had momentarily pulled his focus from the pages. 

It's in the singing of a street corner choir

It's going home and getting warm by the fire

It's true, wherever you find love

It feels like Yuletide

A cup of kindness that we share with another

A sweet reunion with a friend or a brother

In all the places you find love

It feels like Yuletide 

It was nice to have someone more actively musical in his life than he was currently; it left more room on his shoulders for things to advance him financially. Said responsibilities didn't leave room, though, for him to seemingly enjoy the season as the rest of those poor unfortunate souls. He hadn't noticed the song having ended until the rap of knuckles on his door alerted him of company.

It is the season of the heart

A special time of caring

The ways of love made clear

It is the season of the spirit

The message, if we hear it

Is make it last all year

"Azul? Do you have a moment?" Albert asked. Always polite, he waited for confirmation before entering. "Still have your nose to the grindstone, Love?"

"Indeed. Last year was a resounding success in pulling in business over the holidays. This year's looking similar. Tomorrow's going to be our busiest day next to New Years, and I don't plan on letting a single mark slip by."

He passed a few sheets over: projections, estimates and the hours needed to make it happen. Albert sat silent as he perused, but as his brow knit the further he read, the more nervous the Octopus became.

"Dear, I may have missed it but there's no days off from now through New Years. Is that right?" 

"It is-but remember, again: it's a busy part of the year. There's no time to have downtime."

Hearing that dropped Al's expression from confusion to frustration. "You should at least have a day off. Most businesses are closed tomorrow for Yule, anyway. You won't be out much at all if you had even just a day to relax."

"Are you saying my business is non-essential?" A twitch of a smirk crossed Azul's lips, trying to steer the subject away. 

"You know that's not what I mean," Al replied, a bit more indignant than Azul would have liked. "I'm saying you are more essential than all the madol in the world. You look utterly exhausted. I had wanted to have you three over for dinner tomorrow but if you're not taking it off, then neither can I." He offered back the stack of sheets, now heavier with disappointment. 

"Well that's not fair." He was pouting now, another tactic with his partner to try getting his way. "I'll be just fine; and once I'm done with my shift tomorrow, the Twins and I can stop by-" 

Albert drew in a breath, trying to reel in his shaking from a scarcely-seen anger. Azul never liked being the source of his human's frustration, and like any other time, it made him feel about as minute as krill. Worse yet was he could pinpoint exactly what he'd said that put him in hot water, once it had passed his lips. If Albert's unique magic hadn't been time manipulation, it might have been being able to sniff out a lie. 'I'll be just fine' was one such lie that he'd grown keen on sussing out. It didn't take the bags under his eyes nor the smell of coffee replacing tea in his cup to see that. 

"No; if I'm coming in tomorrow with you, there won't be time even with an extra hour from me to make dinner. I have to go, though. I need to see what I can make for Yuu and Grim tonight so it's ready by tomorrow."

He disappeared in a blink before resuming time around himself to close the door behind him. Azul deflated back into his chair, his final tasks seeming more daunting without his previous gusto at his sails. 

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Kitchen prepped, drinkware polished, decor placed; the Monstro Lounge was ready to go for Yule. Somehow it felt…hollow as Azul turned in for the night. He periodically checked his phone, but why? Was he expecting Albert to text him? Debating on whether he should send a text? What would he even say? Why was he even worrying about this? It’s not like this dinner plan had to be tomorrow. But then…something roiled in his gut; he hoped it was just the coffee giving him indigestion and not something like guilt. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day, so he found it best to curl into bed to at least try sleeping. The sound of waves far above were a familiar, comforting sound, soon carrying him off to sleep.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Part of him hoped that whoever had the gall to demand his attention this late at night had heard his groans. He stumbled towards the door, grumbling a, “Just a moment,” as they knocked again. A thinly veiled look of contempt flashed on Azul’s face before one of confusion took over; Yuu leant into the doorframe, arms crossed and a sharp frown being the only visible part of their face not hidden by ringlets. 

“Ah, Yuu. What can I possibly do for you this very late evening?” He didn’t really care why, but it was always best to at least pretend cordiality to prospective clients.

“I think you know why I’m here.”

“Might it be a contract for your little Grim to at least pass with a C this semester?” At this point, being coy was more of a way to kick back against being awoken. 

“If a contract’ll get you to close shop tomorrow so you three can come over, then I guess-”

“Not possible. As much as I’d like to debate what you even might have as comparable collateral, Tomorrow is too big of an opportunity to miss out on. I know he’s concerned about me, and I’m sure Jade and Floyd’s added nagging is because of him, but he’ll see once everything’s been counted out that the added profits will let us do more extravagant things later. I just need him to be patient.”

“You do know he likes smaller kinda affairs, right? Like, his birthday, remember?”

While yes, he did remember, he also had wanted to keep in mind the preferences of the Twins, who leaned more towards larger types of parties. Yuu shook their head, tossing back their bangs waiting for an answer. They cocked a now visible eyebrow when an answer wouldn’t come, as well as let out a resigned huff. 

“Whatever, Scrooge. Not my relationship, not my dinner plans; just means Grim gets maybe another half a day of leftovers. Don’t be surprised if some Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present or Future show up or something. ‘Night.”

Yuu didn’t give Azul much time to further protest, or ask what a Scrooge or Christmas was before they disappeared into the dark Octavinelle halls. Well, at least they weren’t bugging him anymore and he could go back to bed. The clock ticked, tocked, ticked as his eyelids lost the fight to keep open, finally bringing him to sleep. 

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Azul had always been a light sleeper, so it only took a faint giggle in his room to jostle him back awake. Accompanying this giggle had been light flaps and squeaks of something airborne and battish. 

“Who’s-!”

He instinctively clamped his sheets to his chin at the sight of a familiar 3rd year floating at the foot of his bed: Lilia. Not in his typical Diasomniac wear, instead, the bat fae donned a similarly colored black and green Feileadh Mor, draping like wings over a festive red leine tunic.

“Ah, good. Lil Ashengrotto’s up~ Get any good sleep yet? Ya look a bit worn out.”

“Mr. Vanrouge, what’re you doing in my room?!”

“Hmm? Nah, I’m the Ghost of Yuletide Past. A little birdie told me you’re in need of a little bit of perspective~ Got a lil time to go on a fieldtrip? ‘Course ya do. C’mon.”

The spirit that only looked like Lilia floated a bit closer, a hand outstretched in invitation. 

“I have to be dreaming. No one’s ever snuck up on me before. This has to be a dream; there’s no other explanation.” His pale blue eyes darted back and forth from the fae’s, erm, spirit’s hand to his face. “I think I’m going to go back to sleep, thank you very much. And I’d appreciate if you locked the door behind you when you go.”

“Well, before you do, since ‘this is a dream’, You wouldn’t have trouble going along with this-?” The Spirit purred, before snatching the Octopus’ wrist, lurching him from his cotton sanctuary. In an instant the entirety of Azul’s room melted away to reveal the dark trenches of the Coral Sea. Not just that, but his human form had reverted to his more cephalopodic one. Oh to not have himself exposed to his upperclassman in such a way. This was turning into an outright nightmare. Seeing his tentacles again drew out a howl of fright, seemingly to the Spirit’s enjoyment. 

“Oh calm down, my fishy lil friend. C’mon, I got something-well someone-to show you~”

Like a marlin, the Lilia-shaped Spirit shot, still clamped to the cecaelia’s arm. Through the sea they swam, darting over cities and shanties alike under the sea. A familiar set of city lights eventually broke through the dark, ones that indicated he was coming home. And home was where they stopped. 

"Wh-what're we doing here? HOW DO YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVE?" He demanded. 

The Spirit answered with a nudge through the door to a cozy mer home. No decorations had been laid out; most mer either didn’t celebrate Yule, or made not as much an extravagant display as their neighbors on land. Each room sat quiet, of course being the middle of the night, save for one small room, his room. The two floated up towards where soft, almost inaudible sniffling. They poked through the small doorway, finding it equally dark. Along the ceiling hung shells littered with scratches and scrawls, all hanging off of loose strands of net like some conspiracy mobile. Below the shells,  curled in a little black ball of weeping was a much younger Azul. It was a common memory for him, to lay in bed letting out his frustration in tears of ink. Ink that also laid out spells scrawled on the shells above him; testaments to his dedication to becoming better. 

"I don't know why you're showing me this. I know what my past was like, I see these moments everytime I got to sleep."

"Well, I'm not so much showing you just this, but to show what you'd been missing all around you."

The fae-spirit floated back down to where a larger, mauve cecaelia sat at a table, staring down in thought with a much more refined, troubled look. 

"I wish I knew how to help him. Cooking just seems to push him away, now. I can't just demand those children stop. Asking him to ignore them just seems to make them try even harder…."

She held her head, now even heavier with worry. It made Azul's hearts contort into knots. He wasn't surprised his mother wanted to help, but he'd been better for being allowed to figure his problems out on his own. 

"This…doesn't surprise me. If we're done I'd like to 'go back' so I can finally sleep." 

"Fufu, if you insist~"

The spirit once again took Azul by the hand to float back to the surface. His gaze turned back one last time, to see two long figures-eels-staring into his window. For a brief moment, he wondered if the look they seemed to wear was also concern, pity, or something else. They’d been watching him? Why? By the time he tore his gaze back, they had been fast approaching his room. His skin prickled at their speed;  fast, way too fast, he shut his eyes waiting for impact with the floor, only to bounce back onto his bed. 

Dark, quiet, Azul was once again back in his room-albeit with much more disheveled sheets and a singular heart beating at a hundred miles an hour. Breathe. He just had to breathe to settle down, give himself a second to collect his thoughts. This had to have just been a dream, or some fae magic he wasn't privy to, yet. The thought that his coffee may have been laced with…whatever Jade had brought back on his last hiking trip, while still concerning seemed a placating possibility. He just had to sleep off the supposed mushrooms and mentally note to have Floyd make the first pot tomorrow, instead. Once his heart rate was back to a more manageable level, did he try attempting to sleep once more. The sooner he could sleep, the sooner he didn’t have to think about the salty moisture dripping from his hair to the pillow, or the notion that his visit was more than a dream.

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The mer tossed and turned; his bed was becoming way too uncomfortable to lay in. His gaze bore into the ceiling, now awake and irritated. First the bed lost its comfort, and now some growing chatter, clanging and ringing ebbed in from behind his door. Whatever forces were out to deprive him of even a wink of rest, he hoped they’d give up if he somehow could hide under his sheets. It was darker and cozier, anyway.

"Azul, what're you still doing here?! Come on! We got places to be, new horizons to pursue!" 

The shout made the mass under the sheets flail and kick and holler until it finally revealed the other housewarden, once again huffing for air. A quick smooth over his hair and retrieval of his glasses did little to polish up his image, or bury the floundering he’d done just moments ago. 

"Kalim," Azul took a sharp, 'calming' breath. "What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night, can this wait til morning?"

Standing as open and jovial as ever, was the Prince of The Scalding Sands: Kalim al-Asim. Or, at least, someone that looked like him. Whomever it was, had been dressed in a warm-looking red kafka and band of holly where a turban otherwise would have been.

“Can’t wait-all we got’s the present! More like ‘Ghost of Yuletide Present’, am I right? C’mon! There’s so many cool things going on, still; gotta catch it before it’s gone!” 

This particular ‘dream’ was already beginning to grate on the cecaelia’s nerves. He let loose that sharp breath of his, and defiantly tucked himself back under his sheets. If this was a dream, he’d just wake up from it in a moment and-

“Hey now, you’re gonna miss out on all the food-right guys?” Kalim asked.

Cheers rang out around him, and the waft of exotic spices and cooked meat flooded in with him under his covering. Azul’s gut betrayed any attempt he might have had at protest; it all smelled too good. He flipped off the sheet to be immediately accosted by a harsh breeze. Once his eyes adjusted to the gust he could finally catch sight of the enormous spread laid out along a tablecloth, resting on…the magic carpet? But as his eyes trailed further and further back, and the longer he saw the ornate rug stretch behind them with what seemed like all of Scarabia seated, the closer he came to realize just how high they were up in the air. A chill not caused by the wind ran down his back at the sight. On complete instinct he tangled his lankiness around the young prince for some kind of stability. 

“Get me down, get me down, GETMEDOWN!”

His panicking only seemed to incite another hearty laugh out of the Kalim-shaped apparition. “Hang on, then! Have a bite while we land?” 

This Spectre of Yuletide Present kept his jovial smile on as he rolled an apple down his arm in offering. While Azul did catch it, it was only a moment before resuming his clamp on the spirit for purchase. With a steady anchor, he caught glimpses of the world passing by below him. Any observers below could have seen the persian rug procession and mistaken it for a festive dragon floating through the Yuletide sky. But per request, their magic carpet ride had begun to descend. It wove through headstones and trees, gliding to a hovering halt at the front door of the no-longer Ramshackle Dorm. Oh how he wished it wasn’t here. He hadn’t prepared anything to say, to rebuttal, to offer in apology…

“Awe, that’s kinda disappointing. I thought he’d have done some more decorating. Wonder if he’s done anything inside…”

The Spirit mindlessly took a hold of Azul’s sleeve, leading through the door as if it hadn’t been there, or rather, as if they weren't even there. Inside immediately silenced the laughter and merry-making from the caravan of spectral partiers, but not for replacement with its own festive sounds. 

For a place still rather holey, the fire raging in the main den did a wonderful job in keeping the cold at bay. Its warm light danced across the furniture and garlands of festive colors. Something had clattered away in another room, the kitchen. Whatever was being made smelled wonderful, and again his gut protested being teased with only the scent. He had to know what was being concocted. Azul instead took the lead towards the source of the smell and noise, giving the door a nudge open. 

Inside, Albert had finished washing up before laying protection over a dressed turkey and resting it somehow in the fridge. The smell, though, had been attributed to a tray of cooling ramekins of creme brulee. 

"There. At least it's done and ready to bake. I better put instructions out for Yuu. Maybe they'll invite Malleus' crew over instead of them going out. Are they even here? -sigh- If anything, once it's done tomorrow I can bring some prepped plates over after,” he murmured to no one, as he covered the ramekins and laid them also to rest over the turkey. 

Albert sat, finally done prepping, to begin scribbling down instructions to cook. His brow scrunched once in a while as he thought about something, and as Azul approached, he saw the detail of his instructions. Even Grim had a possibility of being able to follow them. He didn't care at this point whether his partner could see him or not, he just desperately wanted to tell him sorry. He rested a hand to his human's shoulder, but something seemed to come over Al in that instant. The human under him blinked, and immediately fell asleep, but only for a moment before jerking back awake. Azul had seen it happen before: micro-sleep. It meant that this wasn't the first night he'd spent sleeplessly. 

Al just rattled, frustrated again and rubbing at already red, raw eyes before thrusting out of the chair to find something-anything-to wake himself up. Squats, stretching his crackling back, checking his phone, he settled eventually to pace across the lounge. Azul merely followed with the Spirit behind, now, watching him make lap after lap. Certain spots were not tread on, which made Azul assume they must have been creaky boards. Eventually even that wore out its effect on his wakefulness, landing him on the sofa. From there his attempts to keep himself awake began to falter. A weak rub against his legs, running hands through his hair; eventually he just seemed too tired to even do that. He gave one last glance back to the doorway, the one Azul and the Yuletide Ghost took up, and for a moment the mer wondered if he had actually been seen. And with it, Albert eventually succumbed to slumber.

Azul curled his arms into himself, knowing that peaceful look on his partner’s face was only temporary. 

“Take me back.” Azul demanded. He wasn’t going to just sit there and let this dream make him watch his partner wrestle awake from his own nightmare, especially if there was nothing he could do about it.

“Yeah, I gotcha,” The spirit said, but sounded much older, more mature, than the one Kalim he knew. 

Azul turned to see why, only to find a much older, wizened Kalim curled in on himself with age. It gave him a start, but reminded himself it was all just a dream. The old spirit led back out to the carpet and banquet. Upon coming back to view, the patrons, food and merriment all but dissolved into sand, only to blow away with the winter wind. He didn’t know why he looked back to the now even older Kalim for some explanation, but his query must have been easy to read on his face. 

“Sorry to cut things so short, but that’s the present for ya. Sooner or later the future just becomes ‘now’, and then even that’s gone. Ya might wanna hurry back if you don’t wanna catch your-” The spirit’s words faded away as his form did, too, disappearing into blowing sand. 

Now alone, there was no option in this supposed dream other than to get back to Octavinelle and hope he’d wake up this time. It seemed as if the wind had it out for him, what with it blowing directly against him. He could hardly see anything, let alone the open grave so haphazardly laid just off the path. One moment his foot hit solid snowy ground, the next: open air. 

Down, down, down he fell; roots flew by too fast to grab, and nothing else offered itself as some form of ledge. His eyes closed, he didn't want to see the bottom come up to greet him, or how long it would take for it to do so. This seemed to be the end, if not to this dream, then more regrettably, his whole life.

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But a worn sofa ended up being his landing pad, not frozen grave dirt. Azul painfully bounced on the cushions before finally coming to rest. He clamped onto the seat to give his heart a chance to come down out of his throat. Once he finally had a chance to process the danger having passed, could he get stock of his new environment. Not a grave, but a living room, equipped with Ignihyde-blue accenting from the TV, coffee table, and sofa itself. 

"Greetings, Foolish Mortal, hehe" a voice hissed behind him. 

Azul whipped around to find a pale face behind a simple dark hood, famed by shoulders trembling with giggles. He seemed more 'Dungeon Master' than 'Spectre of the dreaded future'.

"I-Idia?" Great, the dream wasn't over yet, it seemed. 

The hooded figure eeped, "N-no! -ahem- I'm:

'死の恐怖: ユールタイドの未来の亡霊~!'"

A blue blush flooded the hooded spirit's face; he seemed to have practiced rather hard on the execution of both the pronunciation and pose he flexed stiffly into. All of it in vain against a very unamused octopus' scrutiny. 

"-sigh- Th-The Ghost of Yuletide Future," he clarified. "OK ok, look: let's just get this over with. Here ya go," the spirit moaned with a lazy plop of a controller into Azul's hands. "Also, in case ya get any ideas~"

Azul let out a groan of protest, making the controller groan in turn with his octopod grip. The Idia-shaped ghost flipped the television on before the octomer got any ideas about up and leaving. On the screen flashed an ornate purple script, 'Azul: The Game'. Underneath were the only options to check the control scheme and Continue. With no other choice, he pressed to continue. A quick chime and he was off.

The graphics were very well rendered, it was almost eerie. His first-person perspective let him maneuver through a house he didn't recognize. He thought the decor was quite tasteful, something he could imagine a future home of his own being decorated like. A photo on the nightstand of himself between Albert and Jade caught his eye-they all looked still rather young. A series of frames lined a wall with his now-larger collection of coins; Jade let his terrariums fill space on shelves all over. His perusing led him down the hall, finding it also modestly decked with distinctly individual tastes that somehow came together nicely. The den had, of course, a piano he'd recognized as Albert’s family's own. A small dining table took up the space across from the den, on which neatly piled papers were beginning to skew and a starched, rendered Jade. The model had been filling out papers when the option to allow Azul to interact appeared. 

"What a time to go, Dear. Hardly a wonder Albert disdains this part of the year. It's getting late; he's probably off shift by now."

Jade wrenched himself from his seat, leaving the unreadable paper alongside a newspaper clipping. Hovering over it allowed him to interact with that, too. The script of the image flashing on the screen only offered a picture and the beginning of an obituary. 

"Azul Ashengrotto

Azul Ashengrotto, 30, of Altus, Shaftlands, died suddenly December 18th due to heart complications. The young restaurateur had established……"

"What?! No, that's not fair! I'm right here!" Azul about chucked the controller in defiance of what the screen had read. "So then, am I controlling my ghost? Someone else?"

"That's the neat thing about this game: it doesn't tell you," the spirit of Yuletide Future smirked. "What do you think you're seeing right now? Good ending? Bad ending? True ending? Only the devs know."

>Stay Here

This was such an 'Idia' answer. Azul went back to steering the camera towards the door, to follow Jade. The options when touching the door only offered:

>Follow Jade

So much for options. Taking the only logical path, he was greeted with a momentary loading screen. Out of the dark screen came a serene, but no less chilling sight. A cemetery blanketed in white, noiseless in its crystalline batting. Headstones stood straight and proud, cockeyed and crumbling, or simply hid much like the bodies they marked below them. Simulated snow crunched under his perspective’s non-existent feet as he trekked along the path. Where was Jade, though? Tire tracks weren’t of much help, plenty of vehicles seemed to have come by recently. A hushed voice could be heard, but it was difficult to follow. 

“Sorry, I know you would have wanted to have the Lounge open today, but…I just can’t. It all just makes me think of you. I keep thinking I hear you, and I know it’s not. I should have led a better example-maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

Once again, he could hear Albert’s voice. Closer and closer he came, the white ground making way for kicked up dirt and packed snow. Azul had finally come face to face with it: a plot of freshly dug dirt now packed back into place, and a modest headstone with room for two more names. Albert had been kneeling next to it talking to, assumedly, the contents of the grave. His face had been flushed red, raw with grief and the biting cold. This was only a game, but by the Seven, he just wanted to reach out and hold him, tell him he was right there. All Azul could do was position the camera down, to try prompting an interaction. Pressing the button to react, sent things into a cutscene. His hands reached out to hold his partner’s face, who seemed to react to his voice.

"Albert, I'm here. Please-I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

It only made him withdraw further in to try containing more sobs. A car squeaked to a halt on the path further off, revealing Jade. The rendered figure strode over to rest his own arms around their simulated human. Game or not, he didn't want any of this to happen; he didn't want to die so young, he didn't want to be cried over…His frustration made the controller creak with the pressure he'd put on it. He felt so helpless as his character just sat there as the credits began to roll and his partners began to walk away. 

"That's. NOT. Fair!" His fists beat on the coffee table, punctuating his words. "I did everything right! There has to be something…" He began pacing, wracking a quickly frazzling mind for some solution.

"You ought to slow down, you'll work yourself to death. Heh, 'work yourself to death', PFFF," the spirit mumbled, seeming to be enjoying Azul's squirming. 

"What?! I'll show you!" 

Azul whipped back at the ghost with a fist reeled back. But as he turned to sock him, what greeted him wasn't some Ghost of Future Yuletide. A skull, jagged in tooth and wreathed in blue flame, stared back. It made no indication of pain as the momentum carried Azul's fist into its jaw. The sight of it sent a frigid chill down his back. It began to advance closer, a hand now stretching out to grab him. Each step the blue-clad pile of bones made, Azul would take one back. It came a hair away from touching his cheek, if it weren't for the coffee table knocking into his legs and tripping him backwards into it. 

His teetering sent him slamming onto the table, breaking it open, and once again sending him back down down down into darkness. His descent had been much quicker; cold hard wood bashed up against his back before more planks began to surround his front. Trapped. Dark, cold and alone, this would have been a comforting place similar to his octopot, if it weren't for the coffin shape surrounding him along with the smell of 6 feet of dirt on top. All that came out were screams, pleas and knocks from within the box. He beat against his confines for however long, his tears all but dried up. Before his exhaustion won out, he weakly pressed his face against the lid, some kind of last plea for release. But the lid hadn't felt like the rotted wood he'd been pummeling, but cool white tile. 

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Cool white tile that only Octavinelle's dorms had. Azul’s eyes fluttered open once more to find himself facing the floor. His back arched uncomfortably, legs hung over the side of the bed, and every sheet had been utterly rumpled. While it was uncomfortable, he didn't consider moving until his eyes had fully registered where he was, on some off chance shifting might send him back to where he was. But, when all seemed calm, did he finally chance to peel himself off the floor. 

Stretch, lean, shake off the nightmarish remnants of sleep. He flopped back onto the bed, he wanted to re-register the sensation of his sheets, the tile, his nightwear. As he recognized each texture, and giving his heart a chance to slow, a knock came at the door. The knock was only a courtesy as, quickly after, the door burst open with Floyd dashing in. The eel must have been quick about waking and entering, what with his disheveled hair and pj's. 

"What's up? Where're they? Who needs a squeeze? Eh? Azul, you okay?" Floyd demanded.

"We heard quite the commotion coming from your room and wanted to see what all the fuss-omph!"

Before Jade could finish, their boss hand wrangled the both of them into a tight hug. 

"That must have been quite the nightmare," Jade finished with a quiet hum of amusement. He smoothed over his partner's hair, relishing his affection being leaned into. 

"Yes-yes it was. What time is it?" He soon withdrew to better compose himself. 

"It's like…a lil after 6.00, why? What're ya missing?" Floyd asked. His face drooped a little as his partner retreated.

"Then he might not be here yet. I still have time. We need to hurry and get to Pentergeist, quick. There's a few things I still need to bring, I need dressed…"

His scattered organizing was interrupted by Floyd’s sigh, "On top of opening the Lounge?  Ehhhhh~ isn't he comin' over anyways?"

"Exactly why we have to hurry. We have to catch him before he gets over. Well? Go on, get ready."

Floyd groaned, reluctantly turning back to go change. But, his face immediately began to light up at the note Azul wagged in the air as he plodded towards the Lounge. 

Anyone attempting to enter the Monstro Lounge would, instead of being greeted by eels, be greeted with a notice in a handwritten notice tacked to the door:

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"The Monstro Lounge will be closed on Yuletide, due to unforeseen circumstances. Business will resume regular hours 12/26. We apologize for the inconvenience. 

-A. Ashengrotto"

Albert had a rather long night, prepping what was supposed to be a Yuletide meal for his partners and more to send off with Yuu as salvage for whatever they were met with when attending Malleus and company’s dinner invitation. The same nightmare that had plagued him for close to two years now had made its presence once again. But instead of being startled back awake from its familiar events, a knock jostled him from sleep. He almost forgot about his journey to the couch, now a bit thankful that he was closer to the door. But he wasn't expecting company. More over, looking at the clock showed he needed to hurry so he could make it to help opening the restaurant. 

"Just a moment!" He called. 

Al creaked for the door, both from the floorboards as well as his own chilled joints. Whoever was at the door, he hoped it was quick so he could-

"Happy Yule, Dear," Azul declared. His presence only received a confused look in response. 

"Oh, sorry. I must have overslept, if you're coming to get me. Give me a moment, I'll-"

Albert wasn't able to finish, immediately being swept into another of Floyd's squeezes. Both twins erupted into peals of laughter, most in part from their human's even more confused expression.

"You're not goin' anywhere, Kajiki~"

"And neither am I," Azul added. 

"I-I don't understand. Don't we have the Lounge to open?" Al asked. 

"It seems Azul has had a change of heart since last night. I'm a bit curious as well what's come over him. Not to say I'm complaining," Jade noted. 

Once Floyd came to release his human, Azul took to swooping in, grasping at him desperately close as if he'd disappear. Nothing mattered in that moment but the real, waking tangibleness in his arms. With just the twins to watch, he felt no shame holding Albert to take in everything from the bristle of his hair, to the faint wood smoke smell on him, to the subtle beat of his heart in time with his own. Al was more than happy to reciprocate, just content to bask in the moment. 

"So then…?"

"Yes. We're having today off. I'm so sorry for just dismissing you like that. I've…come to realize how much you just want to look out for my health. Just know I plan on doing the same for you. All of you," Azul sighed.

"Eh? Is Azul gettin' all sappy now?" Floyd teased, poking at his cheek. 

"No! I'm just stating my new year's resolutions early!"

"In any case," Jade interrupted, "while we are cold-blooded, it is dreadfully chill out. Won't our Gracious Host offer us inside?" 

"Of course," Al smiled. 

Everyone gathered in the modest little kitchen to begin their dinner prep. Drinks were passed, snacks chewed through like the logs on the fire, and a very specific set of cooking instructions Azul would ignore, having seen them once before. He had to feign surprise at the small custard desserts, but found himself anticipating them all the same. Everything slowly came together in the freshly renovated dining hall, when a knock rang out. 

"Happy Yule~ Little Yuu here invited Malleus over. They also seemed to extend the offer to the rest of us; might we come in? If I'd have known sooner, I could have made a better cake, but I think this'll work in a pinch," Lilia announced. Yuu took up the rear of the procession of human and fae. A quick glance towards Azul, they gave both a surprised but welcoming smirk. 

Before long, the table had finally been set, drinks passed and everyone sat down. Good thing, it seemed, as Grim had been getting antsy and taking chances to sneak a bite before the rest. Yuu took Grim into their lap as everyone else but Azul seated. 

"I'd like to thank everyone for being here today. I understand it's a busy part of the year for everyone, but we come together like this…to give ourselves a chance to slow down." It was a bit difficult for Azul to keep himself composed. "While yes we have to work the rest of the year, time is a more precious commodity than anything. So we have to spend and invest it wisely. Thank you."

To that, everyone raised their glass in agreement. 

"A Merry Yuletide, everybody!" Grim hollered. 

[starry-night-rose]

“I’ve never actually been in snow before so this is all very exciting!”

I wanted to draw something for @bunnwich ‘s winter event so I decided to draw Ellis in winter gear! She’s honestly really excited to celebrate Yule with her new friends in this world!

Voice lines and Full body is under the cut!

Summon: “Let’s make this Yule one to remember!”

Groovy: “I hope we can have more days like this in the future”

Set Home: “I wonder what I should get for everyone?”

Home Idle 1: “Lana, Tsukiko, and I decorated the dorm ourselves! Doesn’t it look nice?”

Home Idle 2: “Malleus helped me put the star on the tree! How did he help? Why he just lifted me up and onto his shoulders! He’s really sweet!”

Home Idle 3: “I almost slipped about four or five times today! Grim won’t stop laughing at me”

Home Login: “Care to hang a few ornaments with me? I think there’s a few more spots that could use them”

Home Idle Groovy: “Where I’m from, we never get snow so being in snow here feels so unreal”

Home Tap 1: “I did some caroling with the rest of the first years! Sebek almost burst my eardrums though”

Home Tap 2: “I hope I’m caught under the mistletoe with Malle- Oh! Didn’t see you there haha!”

Home Tap 3: “I can’t get over Leona and Idia in those getups, Yuuta and I couldn’t stop laughing when we first saw them!”

Home Tap 4: “Where did I get this coat? Oh I made it myself! I’m very satisfied with it!”

Home Tap 5: “I hope Malleus appreciates my gift! I love giving gifts to people I cherish”

Home Tap Groovy: “I hope everyone likes the presents I got for them! It brings me so much happiness to see them smile!”

ocs mentioned- Lana belongs to @merotwst Tsukiko belongs to @oseathepebble and Yuuta belongs to @bunnwich

Full body Ellis is below!

[thetwstwildcard]

“You will be haunted… by Three Spirits… Without their visits, you cannot hope to shun the path I tread"

Had to join @bunnwich 's event and instantly thought to do the "Ghosts of Dire Crowley's Children of the Past, Present and Future"

Yua WAS his adopted daughter, Ezra is his biological son and Yuuto will eventually be seen as his adopted son

[bloodiegawz]

Mika McKey SR Winter Wear

AHH finally got around to doing this!!

Event by the amazing @bunnwich, thankyu for hosting <3

Didn't write voice lines (if I do I'll probably edit the post), but there's a Groovy sketch and more under the cut~

Mika and Olive are going to be tag-teaming the whole school with pranks- fun ones, mind you- and gifts. They're very adamant about making sure everyone is having fun and feeling included, not just the main events.

The glittery heart cutout is meant to represent the words in the story of the Grinch about how his heart grew three sizes larger during his Christmas revelation (Olive has a matching one- the smaller inside of the cutout)

Of course this is gonna come with a catch, I love torturing my characters what did you expect lmao

They've never actually seen snow before, much less been in it, and this is obviously a super big and exciting moment for them. Somewhere in the middle of playing, their smile disappears. They wanted to see snow with someone before. Who...? Almost as soon as this memory hits them, they brush it off. It's probably nothing, and they're having fun with their friends around anyway!

There's nothing really particularly important going on for Mika at this time, but even with all the smiles and joking, they feel very.... sad. They're trying not to let it show around other students, not wanting to bring down the atmosphere. But the occasional sob gets out here and there, enough for their friends to notice something's up. They're still not really sure why they feel so bad, anyway.

Mika receives an anonymous thank-you card for their work around campus, and reading it becomes suddenly a lot for them. The handwriting is reminiscent of something familiar, the feeling of the card in their hands is a memory on its own. It finally clicks- and it hits like a damn truck.

Mika's forgetting their dad. In just a few short months away from home, thinking everything was going to be okay, they're forgetting precious memories with the most important person in their life. And they end up just breaking down over it.

They're starting a journal after this, and writing down everything they can about their world before this one.

[twstinginthewind]

Here's Joker for the @bunnwich Yuletide event, one of the makers of the Heartslabyul Holiday Treats! This is a joint effort with @twst-the-night-away so make sure that you see Violetta's card for the second half of their shared story!

Card assets from @alchemivich and @100night, and Jo's sweater texture is by brightrainbow on freepik.

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Joker paced grouchily across the floor of the Heartslabyul kitchen, complaining to her roommate. They had been sent there as punishment by their housewarden, who had caught them in the act of breaking one of the house rules; they were making fudge for themselves in their room, without checking to see if anyone else wanted to be included. It was an often-forgotten bylaw, since very few of the students were likely to cook outside of the kitchen. “.... And if it’s not enough for everyone,” she said, in her best impersonation of Riddle, “you have to go make more, my ear! Oof! It’s not like we KNEW he was gonna walk in on us making candy in the dorm room.”

“Especially not at that hour.” Violetta sighed, half-slumped at the wooden kitchen counter. “I suppose someone tipped him off.” Her chin plopped into her hand, and she mumbled, just barely loudly enough for Joker to hear. “I guess they didn’t think to ask for a bribe …”

Joker paused in her pacing to stamp her foot petulantly. “Ridiculous. Who’d want to tell on a couple of adorable girls like us, just minding our own business in our own room?” She stood for a moment, thoughtful. “.... maybe he smelled the chocolate?” She twisted a lock of hair around her finger. How obvious was it from outside, when they did their little cooking experiments? She’d have to step out and do a sniff test the next time.

Violetta shook her head. “You’d think we would have been found out by now if that had been the case … and we have to make it all by ourselves, too.” She planted both elbows onto the counter, looking like she was trying to become one with it. “It’s not so bad when it’s just for the two of us, but … our whole dorm, and any guests?!”

“We’ll be up all night working on this. What a punishment, having to make all of the sweets for the Yuletide Treat spread.” Joker groaned, and started to pace again. She looked at the clock, impatient to get started. “Where’s our darling vice house warden with the ingredients, anyway?” she asked, saltily.

As if replying to a summons, the kitchen door creaked open. Joker’s heart fluttered as Trey came inside, arms laden with shopping bags. He smiled when he saw the girls. “Did someone mention me?”

“Ah, there he is.” Violetta straightened up slightly. “Need any help unloading?”

“Icanhelp!” Joker almost tripped over her own feet rushing over to take some of the bags, but was waved off with a chuckle.

Trey hoisted the bags onto the counter, giving his usual crooked smile. Joker felt her cheeks get a little warm at the sight, and hoped it wasn’t too obvious to the other two. She started to open a bag in an attempt to distract herself. “It isn’t all that much, I’m afraid,” Trey said as he unloaded one of the other bags. “Sam’s usually not prone to running low on supplies, but with the Yule preparations and all…” He shook his head apologetically. “I did my best, ladies.”

“Let’s see …” Violetta began sorting through the items that Trey had put onto the countertop. “Marshmallows. And … evaporated milk? And at least … ten bags of chocolate chips?! But they’re an assortment of flavored kinds.”

Joker was taking an inventory of her own as she unpacked, murmuring to herself. “A bunch of cookies, a couple pounds of cream cheese…” She closed her eyes for a moment, as if searching for an idea. Something went click, and she smiled briefly before looking over the items again. She turned to Trey. “No eggs?” she asked, giving him a sad look.

He shook his head again. “No eggs. Sam said most of his really perishable stuff was all bought up.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Come to think of it, I think I ran into Ruggie on the way over there... Anyway. Yeah.” He spread his hands over the assortment of items. “This is it.”

Joker pouted. There went that idea.

Violetta had also been thinking, it seemed. “Trey, we’re allowed to use any ingredients from the kitchen, right? Not only these? Because if I had some butter and sugar …”

Joker stared down at the stack of ingredients. “I bet we gotta work with what we’ve got,” she said bitterly, rolling her eyes. “Builds character or whatever. I can’t do a cookies and cream cheesecake with no eggs. I gotta think…” She put her hands to her temples, mentally going through the recipes that her mother had taught her over the years. Cream cheese and cookies, there has to be something there…

Trey laughed gently. “Butter, sugar, and flour are fine. I at least talked Riddle into letting you use the basics.”

“Eggs are basic,” Joker huffed, crossing her arms. She pursed her lips and gave Trey an impatient look, as if daring him to disagree.

He responded firmly, matching her gaze with a level one of his own and mirroring her arm-cross. “Those are reserved for the mini-quiches. I’ll be handling those.”

Defeated, Joker sagged, whining. “Wehhh. FINE.” She started to pace around the kitchen again, thinking out loud. “... I know I can make something with those ingredients… Lemme look at the chocolate chips again.”

Violetta read the labels of the bags to her roommate. “There’s dark chocolate, white chocolate, butterscotch and one bag of mint chocolate …” She closed her eyes, also deep in thought. She mumbled something just outside of Joker’s hearing, then nodded. “I think I have an idea.”

“Oh!” Joker slapped her forehead; the memory finally fell into place. She knew what she was doing now. “Save me two bags of the chocolates, the cream cheese, and the sandwich cookies.” She spun on her heel, and smiled sweetly at Trey, brushing a lock of hair back from her face. As cutely as she could muster, she asked him, “Sempaaaaaaai, do we have a nice, heavy hammer?”

Trey took a step back, startled. “A hammer? I have a mallet for tenderizing meat, I think …”

Joker nodded. “That’ll do. I need to smash things.” Trey raised an eyebrow, but didn’t pursue the idea further.

Violetta snickered into her hand. “Too bad my idea doesn’t involve a little therapeutic violence …”

Joker looked over at her, deadpan. “Who said it was for my recipe?”

“... Anyhow.” Trey straightened his glasses, and nodded towards the girls. “If you two think you can do this with what we have, I’ll leave you to it. Just make sure to clean up after yourselves, and make enough for the whole party. Understood?”

Violetta nodded, but Joker sighed. She tilted her head. “How much trouble will there be if we don’t?”

Trey tapped his foot. “At minimum, you’ll have to clean any caked-on messes that you leave in the morning. As far as not making enough….” He let his voice trail off, looking thoughtful. “As you know well, the Queen does have a rule about sharing sweets. I don’t think Riddle would be too lenient with you if you don’t make enough.”

Joker groaned, and drooped dramatically across the countertop.

Trey smirked. “I’ll get out of your way, then. If you have any trouble, call for me, all right?”

Violetta’s shoulders slumped, and her sigh echoed Joker’s. “Yes, Vice Housewarden …”

“We’ll let you know, Vice Housewarden.” Joker raised her head, and gave Trey a quizzical look. “But, um. What were we planning on serving the guests if Vivi and I weren’t roped into this?”

Trey paled slightly and took a step towards the door. “Funny you should ask. It was going to be—” He took a moment and stared at his bare wrist in shock. “Oh, would you look at the time?? It’s past curfew; I should be getting upstairs. Good luck, you two!” He stepped quickly out the door, letting it slam closed behind him, and leaving the two girls staring at each other.

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Thanks for reading, and don't forget to read part two!! Happy holidays and a wonderful Yuletide to you all!

[sinjaangels]

Summoning: ("Scientifically, I knew what snow is... but experiencing the snow, playing in it, and seeing with my own eyes is magical!") (telepathic)

Meet Alice a.k.a. Experiment #630! Summoned by the Dark Mirror from a galaxy far, far, far away from Twisted Wonderland. Her psychic abilities are consider a rare magic. Psychic magic of her level had never been seen. Alice does have a human form. Several in fact! She takes samples of DNA and becomes a female version of that person. For example, her first sample came from Riddle to be able to speak vocally. She looked like she could be his twin sister.

Maybe I'll do a grooovy art~? Had this idea that summoned cards for Alice would feature her true alien form and her Grooovy sides are of one of her forms she duplicated from the NRC students.

background edit by @bunnwich.

[authoruio]

The puppet joins Yuletide!

A day where people receive gifts...

A little interaction of UiO with Jiyoon under the cut!

"Does this mean I can make more anonymous gifts for everyon-?! Gwak!!" Her short happiness was thwarted when a book came contact with the back of her head, she resisted the urge to click her tongue.

Jiyoon shook her head heavily, flashing an unamused frown.

"What did I say?" Jiyoon scowled lightly, making UiO roll her eyes.

"To not go overboard." She answered begrudgingly, rubbing the back of her head.

The latter sighs, crossing her arms. "And what are you thinking right now?"

"Come on you know how important gifting is!" The puppet sassed back. "Just because you can't think of anything to gift doesn't mean--" The immortal's glare worsened making UiO cover her mouth and shake her head violently.

"I said nothing!"

Jiyoon eyes twitched, sending a chilling glare towards UiO. "Do not even think of discreetly planning overboard gifting for everyone. Do not."

UiO only smiles knowingly as Jiyoon left the room with furrowed brows. Seeing the immortal no more, UiO raises a bell and started to lightly shake the bell to chime. A mischievous grin widened on her lips.

"You won't know if I distract everyone with music."

hehe

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@bunnwich

[jasdiary]

“A-achoo! Ugh, sorry! I’m a little sensitive to the cold…Ooh, lights!!”

It’s winter babeyy‼️‼️ Decided to join @bunnwich ‘s Winter event because it looked so cool!! Time for Juvia to enjoy Yule with everyone <3

Voice lines and png are under the cut!

Summon: “I’m really happy to spend my first Yule with everyone!”

Groovy: “Grim said he wants to help in planning next time, haha! I’ll join in too.”

Set Home: “I hope everyone likes their gifts…”

Home Idle 1: “While the others decorated Ramshackle, Grim asked me to accompany him and go check out the other dorms! He’s really having a lot of fun.”

Home Idle 2: “I wrapped some presents with Deuce earlier. They were a little messy, but it was cute to see how determined he was!”

Home Idle 3: “I may or may not have witnessed Ellis slipping on the snow throughout the day… Grim, it’s not funny!!”

Home Login: “Ooh! Do you want to make snow angels? I think they’ll look super cute next to the snowmen!”

Home Idle Groovy: “Back home, it snowed waayy more than here. It’s okay though, I can still build little snow homes for the animals!”

Home Tap 1: “Did you see me and other first years caroling? Epel and I sound pretty good together! ”

Home Tap 2: “I really like the aesthetic of my outfit! I feel like chocolate ice cream, haha.”

Home Tap 3: “What if I put a bow on my head and told Deuce that I was his gift…Just kidding!…Unless?”

Home Tap 4: “I felt a little bad when I saw Idia and Leona in those costumes…But hey, they needed a good ol’ humbling experience.”

Home Tap 5: “I’ve had this giddy feeling inside of me all day, I feel so happy!”

Home Tap Groovy: “Going around and spending quality time with everyone brings me a weird sense of nostalgia, but I feel so at peace.”

Oc mentioned is Ellis who belongs to @starry-night-rose 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[iniini]

Holiday Ori! Don’t worry that’s sparkling apple cider. Heavily inspired by a Louis Wain drawing

Background from the event masterlist (feel free to participate if you want（＾∇＾）)

Ori next to the inspiration It’s kinda more in character if they were holding hot chocolate but this was almost done when I realized this (´∀｀*) I like drawing animals so I had to put a reindeer on the sweater.

Some doodles I made

@bunnwich

[m-twst-ocs]

Ilya's Investigation

"Good morning, listeners. As all of you know, Yuletide is coming up." Ezekiel looked around his studio before letting out a half-hearted cheer. "Yep... anyhow, your dorm leaders will be telling you what your dorm will be doing."

Ezekiel blew out some air, pushing some of his hair out of his face. He looked at his script and flipped the page over. "Headmage Crowley wishes for everyone to participate... though, in my personal opinion, eh, why should you." He snickered and tugged on his hair. He knew his broadcast didn't reach Crowley's office, so he continued with, "I mean why should you? Just to do something you're not interested in? Life is for doing things we enjoy, not doing things that our principal tells us-"

The studio door slammed open and he couldn't help but start laughing, turning around to see who had interrupted his broadcast. There was a bit of distortion, until it was shut off.

Clover sighed and set his pan down. "Well that was certainly an end to that broadcast."

Ilya ran up behind him and jumped on the counter, crossing one leg over the other.

"Is that true?!"

"GAH-! ...Is what true?"

"That we're... all expected to participate? Housewardens, vice-housewardens, teachers, everyone?!"

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, their noses touching. He looked around.

"...Yeah?"

"Perfect!" She shoved him away and jumped off the counter before rushing out of the kitchen.

"H-Hey! That includes you-"

She was already out the door before he could get anything out.

"...Oh goddammit."

She ran to the admin building and saw people already beginning preparations. She noticed Ezekiel walking down the hall, brushing out his skirt. She rushed over to him.

"Ezekiel! Can you put me into that vent?"

He flicked his wrist and she was floated up before being shoved partway into the vent. "There you go, freshman."

She yelled, "Thank you!" Before scrambling her feet to push her all the way into the vent.

She began crawling carefully through the system, looking out to the other rooms when she could. Classrooms getting decorated, the hall being decked out, and decor being created.

"Crowley's office might be empty..." She hummed, continued crawling.

She reached his office and when she looked in, she saw it was empty.

"Jackpot!"

She opened the vent and dropped into his office carefully. She looked around the office.

"Now... why am I here... and what else can you tell about NRC, Mr. Crowley's office..."

She walked over to the desk and noticed a paper on his desk. It listed all of what he wanted to accomplish with his event. She looked in the corner and saw the decorations there.

"If I dress in that... I might blend in outside..."

She grabbed some of the items and draped them on herself, not really caring. The door began to twist open and she quickly jumped back into the vent. She quickly climbed through the vents before dropping into a random classroom.

"Oh, hey there!"

She looked up and saw Kalim and Jamil inside. They were making something, but she brushed them off, rushing past them. She ran out of the room and the entire building, heading out to the courtyard.

"Dammit... just a bunch of stupid stuff about this stupid event..." She huffed. She looked around and some Octavinelle students tossing various lights on trees. They were similar to the ones she had draped on herself and she hid behind some bushes, hoping to hear what they had to say.

"Azul's gonna be adding more things?"

"Of course. Holiday seasons open up many more opportunities."

"Yeah, you're right."

She crossed her arms. That's all everyone is talking about! The stupid Yuletide event, the decor, the participation, the everything!

"Is that Ilya? Why is she wearing decorations?"

She stood up quickly and dashed away, running to the cafeteria. She ran into someone, and when she looked down, she saw Clover.

"Ah... sorry..."

He stared at her. "You look like you've been investigating... like a weird army guy."

"Well, I'm trying to figure all of this about NRC out!" She threw her hands up. "...But everyone is making this entire thing about the event!"

"Even Crowley?"

"Even-..."

Clover sighed. "Maybe because he really cares about this. Ilya, everyone is paying attention, cause we're excited. But you're running around, trying to work and make yourself angry and sad by trying to find 'the secret about NRC'. Just let yourself relax, Ilya."

She looked down at him. "Alright. Yeah, I'll relax." She began to pull off the decorations. "Here... I can put these up... somewhere."

"Here come and help me."

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@bunnwich

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

This is for @bunnwich's event!

[bloodiegawz]

Olive Lepfoot SR Winter Wear

Prankster number 2!! This one came out a lot cleaner than Mika's- probably cause it wasn't crunched in over the course of finals (Kinda makes me want to redraw it now...)

Event by @bunnwich

Again no voicelines at the moment, but there's extras under the cut, and will be updated if new content is made:

As for Olive's vignette, I thought it would be quite silly to follow him on misadventures. As in everything goes completely horribly wrong for him.

While getting set up to prank whoever is next on his victims list (which just so happens to be Jade), he runs into Floyd, also known as problem number one. The two have a chat for a moment, with Floyd quickly growing bored because he simply doesn't find Olive interesting enough to toy with initially, until he sees the remote sticking out of Olive's pocket.

It is swiped immediately.

Olive gets irritated quickly as Floyd starts playing keep-away with it, messing with the switches and dials on the thing. In his haste to get it back, Olive ends up knocking over a nearby decoration onto the floor. Not a super big deal, that's easily fixable, he can do that later. Meanwhile, Floyd has figured out the basics of the remote and in order to figure out what carnage he can cause, points it directly at a string of lights up above.

Was he actually going to do anything with it? Uncertain. What is certain is that Olive reaches up to grab the remote, accidentally hits the fire button (sending a weak shock of electricity right into the lights and promptly shattering one of the bulbs), and sets that previously mentioned decoration on fire. Which Floyd takes as his cue to head out now :PP

After eventually cleaning up that mess, apologizing to staff and students no less than a thousand times, and spending a few hours scrubbing windows, Olive realizes he still never got the remote back.