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[debbiejellinskyofficial]

Michael: Went to No Bitches Island, you were there, Corey

Corey: Interesting. If I’m on No Bitches Island...and now you are there too...then that is two bitches. What do you think that means?

Michael, trying to think of a comeback: uh, um, uh…

Tiffany: Drag, I’m over here on All The Bitches Island and I’m lonely without you guys :(

[incorrect-back-to-the-80s]

Michael: Get out of my house.

Corey: Get into your car?

[or-not-2b---i-dont-know]

HELLO

[kimikitti]

I went on a trip recently and I’ve been on break. But I had to draw Leona’s little phantom. I’m gonna call him Lev for now. Obi calls him Full course. Because of course he does. Unlike Rosie, Lev is a lot more outwardly ambivalent about his creator. He’s not the type to go seek out Leona like Rosie. Rosie sees herself as Riddle’s protector while Lev feels that he is a reminder of Leona’s self worthlessness. A shadow of a shadow. In that sense, he embodies how Leona has come to give up on himself.

Lev sees very little reason for him to continue existing and has asked Obi on multiple occasions to consume him. Rosie gets really mad when she finds out. She cares about Lev but is unable to communicate it beyond her understanding of her own role and duty. So she comes across as pushing her world view onto Lev. They fight frequently about this. Obi often has to step in to break them up. Grim is often like a big brother to Lev and loves to tease the little lion. While Lev bemoans this and complains about Grim frequently, they are quite close. You can often find them napping together in little patches of warmth around Ramshackle.

[otomes-world]

"Under fantasy disguise" part Pomefiore (2)

By pure chance and coincidence, I decided to finish the Pomfiore' arc. I wanted to show interactions with all the characters, since the first part was entirely dedicated to Neige and the dwarves. Perhaps it turned out not as informative as I wanted, but the previous parts also did not have much attention to the "yandere" part. At some point, I moved away from the original idea and everything began to develop as a kind of survival in a fantasy setting. About the possibility and probability of parts of Ignihyde and Diasomnia… I will tactfully remain silent.

Fantasy AU “Under fantasy disguise”: world lore (prologue) heartslabyul savanaclaw octavinelle scarabia pomefiore p1 trigger warning: some suicidal thoughts, reader in bad state (but there is nothing grafic), barrely edited text, no pronounce but mention of famous "damsel in distress"

You obviously didn't trust Rook, Hunt or whatever he called himself and keep quiet. However, it seemed that all your eloquent glances burning into the top of his head didn't bother him at all. He continued to talk about everything at once, trying to simultaneously sing the praises of these lands and achieve the honor of learning about you. He had no honor, you decided, and therefore answered with short polite words, most often just "Yes" or "No". If this angered him, the man did not show displeasure. On the contrary, it seemed that he was amused by your expected reaction. Although everything may have been much simpler, while he was chatting up all the birds in the area, you slowly but surely moved towards the castle.

As soon as the dense greenery of the forest gave way to more sparse vegetation, the feeling of anxiety reminded of itself with renewed vigor. Whoever the king of these lands was, who "dreamed" of meeting you so much, it promised a new portion of problems. The problems that this world so amorously loved to put on your plate. Maybe that's enough, stop already? The wonders of balancing act didn't impress anyone, but the new executioner in a purple robe and a hat with a feather stubbornly led you to the final goal.

You need to calm down. Breath in. Breath out. You had to decide what you could say and what you couldn't. How to lie most convincingly, and where you need to sell the truth as if your life depended on it. The outcome of the upcoming interrogation really depended on whether you could continue your search for a return to your world or the journey would end right here and now.

What information did you have? None. The only thing you even knew about this world was what a couple of noisy guys so carefully told you… what were their names?..

What are their names? You definitely met them, spent the longest time with them. Noisy, annoying, but nevertheless risking everything to help.

Wait, what was your name?

The details of the real world stubbornly slipped from your memory, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness and doubt in your own psyche. What if the modern world had never existed? You slowed down from the sudden realization, and then stopped altogether. No. You had things with you, evidence, you couldn’t invent a promised land for yourself, just so you wouldn’t go crazy. You couldn’t, could you?

"Ma cherie?" The hunter’s voice pulled you out of your unexpected crisis again, squinting slyly as he watched you freeze in place. For the first time in a long time, you were grateful to him. You never knew where your thoughts could lead you, if you would give them the opportunity. "Although my heart bleeds at the sight of your pitying, dignified appearance, we must go. If this path will make the path a little more bearable for you, I am ready to offer my hand."

Shaking your head, you forced yourself to move forward with willpower, waving away the offered help. You didn't need disservice, especially from the one who so carefully led you to certain death. There was no need to worry about returning home if in the end everything turned out to be in vain.

The high gates of the castle and fortress walls made of large stone blocks overgrown with ivy appeared, which meant there was no time to think. Surprisingly, the building itself, although it looked like it came from a book about the Middle Ages, in the courtyard it looked very bright. Even benevolent, but you quickly threw the stupid naive thought out of your head. Who in fact even wrote that a tyrant and murderer must live in a gloomy gothic building whose sharp towers pierce the clouds. Why the king of these lands was precisely a "tyrant" you decided unconsciously. You'd written off your life to his account in advance.

The blond's shoes loudly clicked with heels on the stone-paved road. Sunlight flooded the spacious passage to the castle, the stone arches and the staircase with wide steps. When you mentally prepare for your own death, you begin to pay attention to details that would not normally attract attention. For example, how beautifully the trees in the garden are blooming, if it could be called that.

"What are these trees called?" The question escaped your lips before you thought that maybe there was information that would be more useful.

"Oh, how glad I am that you asked!" The executioner expectedly perked up. During the time on the road, you managed to understand that he was able to hold any conversation. "Although spring is not yet in full swing, the warmth of the sun was enough for the apple trees to bloom and appear in all their glory two weeks before their usual schedule. A truly wonderful sight, such an elegant shade of inflorescences!"

"Indeed," touching one of the flowers with a light movement, you noted how lost in time you were. Who would have thought that spring had come. The last one, you corrected yourself. After examining the delicate petals one last time, you turned to the man who was waiting patiently next to you. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. "I apologize for-.."

You didn't have time to finish. Turning to the hunter, you noticed that despite the absence of other people around, you were clearly not alone. From a window of the castle - whether it was the third or fourth floor - a figure was watching you, his stern and appraising gaze of violet eyes directed straight at you. There was no doubt that this was the same king, with whom you had to meet. Since you had nothing to lose, you slightly bowed your head in a supposedly respectful gesture. The royal person was clearly not impressed, as the man, maintaining his dignity, turned, drawing the scarlet curtains.

Perhaps it was worth curtsying, or whatever this movement was called. However, time cannot be turned back, which meant that all you could do was live with the consequences and hope that insufficiently shown "respect" would not become another reason for execution. After a successful escape from… you frowned, trying to remember the name. After a successful escape, keeping your head on your shoulders, you would like to continue in the same spirit. Why your memory began to fail you at the most inopportune moment was an important question, but not a top priority.

Walking along impossibly long corridors and looking into the same huge windows, not revealing anything new behind them: the same garden and the same apple trees in bloom. Finally, you found yourself in front of heavy doors, which, due to the disgusting feeling of helplessness, seemed even larger than they actually were. A few moments later, they were opened by servants, whose movements were so imperceptible and quiet that at first you decided that it was because of ghosts. However, this world had already managed to surprise you with the presence of magic. If the king was served by both the living and the dead, you could only accept the fact on faith.

In the very center of the hall, on a small elevation with steps, there was a throne, generously decorated with gold and jewelry, its shape creating a semblance of a halo behind the monarch's head. Speaking of one, it was actually the same man who had watched you paw his flowers a few minutes ago. Deciding that this time you could try to correct the mistake, you bowed deeper than before. It was better to go the classic way than to get tangled up in your legs, trying to curry favor.

This time your actions made a better impression, the corners of the man's lips twitched slightly for a millisecond. So quickly that if you were less attentive, you would not have noticed at all. Now you allowed yourself to straighten up and lower your gaze to the floor, residual knowledge from historical films and books stirred in your memory. Something about not talking to members of the royal family or looking them in the eye unless they say otherwise.

Still not taking your eyes off such a beautiful carpet, you, however, noticed that the hunter approached the throne and knelt down. You do not need to follow suit and fall at the feet of a royal person. Or do you?..

"Beautiful Roi du Poison, this humble servant has fulfilled your wish," you could only guess about the expression on Hunt's face, because you did not allow yourself to move yet. "Are you satisfied, Your Majesty?"

"It could have taken less time," the voice sounded softer than you expected to hear. Maybe a little lower, more coldness in the tone and self-esteem. "You, come here." Slightly shuddering from the address, you took a few steps, drawing level with the blond, who was still kneeling on one knee, bowing again. The extra exercise was difficult and gave pain to your rib, but you considered it a bribe to a possible future. "Raise your head."

Well, life was short, but undoubtedly eventful. You met many different personalities, good and bad, eccentric and sarcastic. The thought settled in your head, as if a new psychological defense, maybe all this was just a dream. Then with "death" will come awakening. You did not have enough courage to end life yourself, but from this perspective, giving responsibility into the hands of others did not sound so bad.

Finally, meeting the eyes of the monarch, you did not experience the fear that you were so expecting. The humility that had washed over you a moment ago was stronger than the fear of what was to come. Fight to the last? Throw threats? Jump out of the window? You've done enough crazy things. Perhaps anxiety would envelop you again at the guillotine - let the execution be quick and painless - but for now you felt for the first time in a long time a complete acceptance of this world and its cruel laws.

While the man proudly sitting on the throne looked at you, you allowed yourself to do the same. There was nothing to lose. Perhaps your last brain cell also declared capitulation, because you thought he was handsome. If you pretended that you were in an amusement park or in a full-immersion quest, you could regain for a second the lost sense of belonging. In the modern world, he would be popular. The silk clothes - most likely it was such, you didn't understand fabrics well enough - pleasantly set off his features and the gold of his hair, making his image even more ephemeral. Yes, admiring your killer was a stupid decision even for you.

"Name."

"I don't remember, Your Majesty," an inner voice gave a mental slap, but filled with inevitability, you saw no point in lying. A barely noticeable crease appeared between the king's eyebrows, he was probably assessing how best to punish the commoner who dared to contradict.

"It's true, Roi du Poison," help came from an unexpected place, you didn't think that in principle in these lands there would be someone ready to stand up for you. "On the way to the castle, fleur blessée, showed gaps in memory and knowledge, which every little resident knows about."

Was he testing you? Flashed through your head, as soon as you caught the blond's gaze, in which knowing sparks flashed. However, this also did not escape the monarch's eyes, as the wrinkles between his eyebrows became more and more noticeable.

"The purpose of your presence here," now there was suspicion in his voice, whatever the reason for his errand boy to help you, the king was not delighted with it.

"To cross the borders between lands as quickly as possible, without delaying unnecessarily."

Weighing your simple and laconic answer, the king turned his gaze to the hunter. He probably already reported the incident with the carpet. More precisely, how he personally carefully burned it down. As long as the information from your lips does not conflict with what the monarch already has, you were safe.

"Reason," continuing the interrogation, the man leaned back slightly in the throne.

"Finding a way home."

"Where is your home?"

"I would like to know the answer to this question myself."

So you were trying to say that you were violating the boundaries of the lands, risking your life to find something that was located God knows where? His Majesty did not voice this phrase, but for some reason it seemed to you that exacly the same one flashed in the gaze of his narrowed amethyst eyes.

Before another question or, on the contrary, a sentence burst from his lips, someone loudly knocked on the door behind him, attracting the monarch's attention. His appearance immediately acquired a stern, slightly arrogant look. You assumed the costs of work.

"Come in," he measured the guard with his gaze, who had disturbed very important matters . At least, you wanted to believe that the decision of your life or death was important. "I ordered not to disturb me. You had better bring news that does not require delay, since my violation of my order did not seem such a great sin to you."

"Y-your majesty," the man quickly looked around, lingered his gaze on you, but still decided that angering the ruler was more expensive. "Sir Epel… escaped."

Whoever this "Epel" was, the king's mood changed for the worse faster than rain begins to fall from heavy gray clouds.

"Bring him back immediately," he stood up, rubbing the bridge of his nose, turning to the hunter, casting a look that did not tolerate objections. "With you.." His eyes lingered for a moment on your figure. "We will finish later. Throw that in the dungeon until I decide what to do next."

So. Now things were starting to get out of hand. In the dungeon, you could wait for an hour, a day, a month, an eternity. Instant death and waiting for it were completely different things.

"Your Majesty, I beg your pardon," before the guard rushed to carry out the order, Rook spoke again, catching the king's irritated look. "I'm afraid the special guest will not survive the dampness and cold of our dungeons. There is information that you did not have time to check."

Man measured you with another appraising glance, as if wasting precious seconds was bringing closer his own death, the he gave in.

"Then throw this into one of the towers. High enough and far enough from the people that not a single soul would dare to pass by."

Ignoring the guard's hasty answer, the king quickly disappeared behind high doors. The last thing you managed to see was the fluttering hem of his robe and another sly look from Hunt. You wanted to decide later whether to feel gratitude or curse him with all your might, feeling a strong grip on your forearm, leading you, apparently, towards the towers.

You have to give them credit, even the rooms with small windows and a bird's eye view of the castle and its surroundings looked decent. True, it was worth acknowledging the fact that trying on the role of a "damsel in distress", who, according to the logic of all fairy tales, should be saved by a prince on a white horse, was clearly not part of the plans. Choosing between imprisonment underground and above it, there was no need to think too much, even if the changes were purely nominal. Propping your chin with your hand and looking down according to all the canons, if such existed, you tried to figure out your further plan of action. The approximate prospects did not look very good.

To escape from the tower, whose door was tightly closed and locked from the outside, you had to jump out of the window. You had enough falls from heights and various places, besides, to repeat such an experience you had to recover from the previous one. You looked, truly, unimportant, since His Majesty decided to change his mind in a fit of rage. Although perhaps the information you possessed was too valuable to be thrown away. The only question was what exactly you could know.

Knowledge of this world? Pass. It was unlikely that you could know any additional information that someone born and living in this world, especially a member of the ruling family, could not get. Knowledge of your world? What was the probability that someone suspected its existence? Or, on the contrary, would you not have been considered crazy if you started talking about the Internet and phones. Where must be something else..

Come to think of it, Neige once mentioned that "Vi" was the king of these lands. Could this "Vi" have sent you to the tower? What could he be looking for? Although maybe not what, but who. If you think about it a little more, the monarch's face quickly changed at the mention of "Epel". Another name that had to be connected with something.

The flow of deductive thoughts was interrupted by noise from below, or rather, you assumed the presence of loud sounds. Squinting and leaning out of the window a little more, you saw people in similar clothes - probably part of the palace guard - leading a resisting child, whose shock of lilac hair was flying in all directions. Meeting your gaze for a moment, he froze, and this mistake cost him his freedom. He was quickly tied up and led to the entrance of the castle, although he managed to throw you another suspicious glance before he was finally taken away.

Moving away from the frame, you sank down and leaned your back against the stone wall. Whatever was happening in the castle, whoever this child was, you could only wait, ignoring the option of stepping out of the window. Gradually, fatigue, both physical and emotional, took its toll and your eyes began to close on their own. A few minutes and you fell into such a desired oblivion.

Opening your eyes in surprise, you realized that it was deep night. Apparently, the king was still busy, since he did not decide to continue the interrogation. Or maybe this was just one of the options to "think about your behavior" and an urge to tell the "truth" next time. Keeping silent that you didn't utter a single word of lie.

Raising your numb body, you stretched out of habit and immediately regretted what you had done. The healing rib was very conveniently forgotten and again reminded of itself in the most unpleasant way. Forcefully exhaling the air you had unconsciously held, you tried to stand up or at least sit up. There was barely enough light from the window to take another look at the temporary prison. You wanted to optimistically hope that it was temporary. The window behind you, a carelessly thrown old thin rug, on which, in fact, you were sitting, and a pile of cold to the touch and cold to the sight of stone.

Closing your eyes once more, you concentrated on breathing. Inhale-exhale. You needed to take advantage of the rare opportunity to rest and sleep peacefully. Yes, the conditions now were many times different from those you were used to. However, in the current reality, when the entire familiar way of life had been replaced by something else, something alien, dreaming of a warm bed was often an unaffordable luxury. Wait, if you remember it right, in the house with Neige you first felt a semblance of everyday life, which you didn't know you missed. The thought of the everyday life of the dwarves and Grimm caused an involuntary smile, at least you led that hunter away from their small family. You only hoped that they would guess right and not go looking for you. Otherwise, everything would definitely be in vain.

A quiet knock distracted you from your thoughts, but, opening your eyes for a second, you closed them back. The probability that it was just the wind or some branch ootside was high. After some time, another knock was heard, more insistent than before and a muffled stubborn "Hey". It looked more and more suspicious with each passing minute.

"Ugh, are ya sleeping or something?" This time the voice sounded clearer, which finally drove away the remnants of sleep. "Hey!"

With a force of will that came from nowhere, you jumped up, almost stumbling and sprawling on the cold floor. Coming almost right up to the door, you knocked carefully in response, hoping to get his attention.

"Y-yes?" Clearing your throat, you repeated more confidently. "Yes."

On the other side, everything went quiet, as if the one calling no longer expected an answer.

"How did ya even get here? Nah, don't give a damn," the speaker quickly chattered while you tried to keep up with his stream of confused thoughts. "Listen here. I don't care one bit what ya are, who ya are, or where you're from. You clearly don't want to sit here until Vil deigns to lift a finger. So, you and I can team up-.."

"What?"

"Become friends for 5 minutes, mateys, call it what ya want. The main thing is that you and me can help each other."

"So," ignoring common sense, which had been of little use lately. "Let's say I'm with you with all my healthy limbs," of which there were few. "How are you going to get me out of here? A plan. Do you even have a plan, No Name?"

"Epel," the voice continued in an angry, dissatisfied whisper. "I'll think of somethin', just don't die there. I have no idea whether they'll feed you or not, but I'll try to get some banal edible stuff." He tried to add something else, but soon fell silent, listening to something. "Damn him, someone's walking around nearby, Rook most likely. I repeat, I'll think of something an' don't ya dare to kick the bucket ahead of time. And don't you dare blurt out that I came. Both you and I will regret"

Speaker thrown out a final warning and hastily left. The muffled echo of his feet was heard outside, and soon it died down, returning the silence of the night. Lowering your head down and closing your eyes tightly, you forced yourself to breathe. Who knew that the mysterious "Epel" would find you first, leaving out the fact that the search with your side was not on the list of tasks. He seemed like a child to you by his appearance, a tomboy by the king's reaction, and a street urchin by his style of speech, with whom you could chase pigeons through the streets as a child.

Whether it was good or bad, but since he promised to get you out… or rather, think about it, all you could do was wait and hope. No matter how disgusting it sounded. Returning to the conventional sleeping place, you tried to fall asleep again, but sleep, as expected, did not come.

It was day number… by your calculations, the third. Or the fifth. There was no calendar, with which to make marks on the wall, like a model prisoner, either. Even if you didn't feel like sleeping morally, there were few options for how to occupy yourself. A whole zero. Besides, the body tried to take everything it could in this situation, and therefore saved, or maybe restored strength, plunging you into an unconscious state with confused dreams, in which everything was mixed up at once.

You didn’t hear much about Epel, except that he showed up a couple of times, pushing through a bread that was almost rolled into a thin layer. To his credit, he did everything to pass you a handout through the crack under the door. Things were worse with water, but even then the “brilliant” tomboy pushed a saucer through. One way or another, with all the ups and downs, he partially fulfilled his part of the deal.

Either His Majesty really decided to test your condition for strength, or he simply forgot. Or Epel somehow secretly distracted all attention to himself. It was impossible to verify the guess.

The accomplice appeared before patience began to run out, and the inner voice stopped to confidently shut the mouth of anxiety. Even though you still couldn't see his face, the distinct sound of the key turning in the lock couldn't be confused with anything else. You stood up from your new favorite place in surprise, but didn't come any closer, keeping a safe distance. The door swung open abruptly, despite the hinges protesting, and revealed an excited young man - presumably Epel - whose lilac shock of hair was etched into your memory that time.

"Nice catch," he throw you some kind of bag, tied with a rope at the top. Its weight felt unusual in your hands. "Hell, don't just stand there. You need to run, do you hear, run."

You didn't have time to curse, because such abrupt starts and escapes became part of an unpleasant reality. Following your unfortunate friend, who was weaving between corridors, ducking around corners, and then continuing on his way again, you couldn't help but ask,

"Where did you get the key?"

"Stole it," the most logical answer for the first time in a long time. "Anyway, forget it, we need to hide before the news reaches Vil. I thought there would be more time, but there is plan. I'm leading us out of the castle through a secret passage: ya run to the right, I'll go left. That's it."

"What right?!" Even though you were indignant, you didn't slow down. "How should I know that I need to "go right"."

"Then I'll go right 'nd ya go left," Epel's main concern was getting out, he just angrily threw behind his back, "don't bother if ya'll do some diggin'. Even if ya bury yourself underground, we need to do it at the same time. I don't know why Vil got so mad at our local good-natured buddy, but some rumors reached his ears."

"You mean-.."

"..that he might be alive," he whispered very quietly, stopping for a moment to catch his breath, and turned another corner, standing in front of a long tapestry. "Vil doesn't know that I know about this passage. For now. We can't use it anymore, and hope won't have to anyway"

Pushing the fabric aside, he began to feel the wall, looking for a ledge. Touching the right stone, he immediately hurried you with a gesture, and then looked around the corridor one last time and slid in after you. It was dark inside, and the air was saturated with the smell of damp and dust. You had to walk, holding on to the wall with one hand. You stopped for a moment and someone crashed into your back and immediately burst into quiet curses, you exhaled. He shaken himself off, from the sounds of it you guessed what he was doing it, and began to search for something.

When the dim light of the moon appeared ahead, your eyes began to water from the sharp difference with the pitch darkness before.

"Wait," grabbing the guy by the hand, who was ready to run, you caught his irritated look. "At least tell me which way to go."

With difficulty restraining himself from starting to curse again, he looked around the area and, making sure that there was no pursuit yet, said,

"If you need to go to Scarabia, give up, ya won’t make it. They’ll catch you earlier. There," he pointed his finger into the distance. "The river. Don't give damn why Vil ordered us not to approach it, but he definitely won’t go there. If, of course, you manage to cross it. And now bye, our chances are 50/50. Vil went crazy after the news, so our simultaneous disappearance will catch him off guard. His royal ego will have to decide who he must chase first. No offense, but I'm betting on ya."

If there was definitely no way to your home behind, but maybe by some chance it could be ahead. Before the news reached the royal ears, you also hurried to hide in the silence of the forest, but for a second you noticed something white out of the corner of your eye. Turning around and not seeing anything suspicious, you continued running in an unknown direction.

Soon the young man finally disappeared into the night, and you quickly weighed the pros and cons and rushed in the direction indicated. Returning for Grimm was very risky, the last thing you needed was to turn the idea of ​​two birds with one stone into one. Going to the river, which, according to the short review of "his majesty" in Epel's free interpretation, did not inspire confidence, but there was no choice.

[twstwren]

much to everyone's surprise, Wren can use a broom without the assistance of the great and powerful Grim! It's unclear why this is, as she has no other discernible magical gifts, she just took Ruggie's advice of "think happy thoughts...and don't look down, sheehehehe."

[sweetleaf-cafe]

Epel, the moment Vil leaves the room: Why the Hell should I wear this prissy-ass makeup?! Yuu, who continues to apply sparkly eye shadow on him: Shush. Yuu: It takes a real man to be best girl. Epel: ...

[judithan-xing]

2024 Art Summary!

I feel like I improved a lot this year. My lines feel like they've gotten a lot more crisp and my ability/willingness to render more complicated things has definitely gone up.

And, as a shock to no one, I present the summary for the Year of Yaoi which I have been celebrating throughout the whole year. All I've been wanting to draw lately is hot guys (as evidenced by the fact that only one of my monthly highlights is of a woman, oops) so enjoy;

There's a solid six months of just ff7 brainrot, it's impressive, honestly.

And my word count for this year came out to; 222,101!!! Holy shit!!!!!

[fighting-and-drawing]

Just a lovely ride around Sage's Island. Riddle and Vil would absolutely tear them a new one if they found out they were driving without helmets.

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Closeups below⬇️

[incorrect-back-to-the-80s]

What songs do you associate with different BTT80s ships?

Okay so I misread this ask initially so you're going to get some character songs as well lmfao but I hope you know how much I've thought about all of this.

Cynffany (Cyndi X Tiffany): Together from Firebringer

Flionel (Feargal X Lionel): Even Though from MAMD (Random, I just love this song)

Branniger (Mr Cocker X Miss Brannigan): All the Mistakes That He Made About the Girl by Joe Iconis

Lyndi (Laura X Cyndi): Play the Princess by Joe Iconis (Joe Iconis writes really good ship songs)

Felmer (Michael X Corey): Different As Can Be from A Very Potter Musical

Meileen (Michael X Eileen): Dirty Girl from Nerdy Prudes Must Die (I'm sorry but it's true), The Slow and Treacherous Disintegration of You From Me by Emily Rohm and Take Off Your Clothes from Twisted

Kalf (Kirk X Alf): The Bro Duet (George Salazar + Jason Gotay), Two-player Game (Be More Chill) and Looking at Clouds (OFF BOOK: The Improvised Musical Podcast)

Buey (Billy X Huey): Blue from Heathers

Alfey (Corey X Alf): Pyjama Pants by Cavetown

Kirkey (Kirk X Corey): Tim Wish You Were Born a Girl by of Montreal

Corey: Corey doesn't know what music is ;-;

Kirk: You're My Best Friend by Queen

Alf: Cool As I Think I Am from Nerdy Prudes Must Die (Even down to the Star Wars references, also, trans coded)

Michael: I'm sorry, but to me, Michael only has Mickey on repeat forever, and as much as I love GOOMDGIMC, Mickey is just straight up his song

Tiffany: Ash by Annie Blackman

Cyndi: Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson

Feargal: Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown (Ftm Feargal real, I will die on this hill)

Eileen: Smoke and Mirrors by Emily Rohm (credit to @or-not-2b---i-dont-know for enlightening me to this one)

Debbie: Rocket Man by Elton John

Laura: Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi

Miss Brannigan: Sweet Transvestite from Rocky Horror Picture Show and Run Away With Me from Nightmare Time 2

[sherryuki-callmeyuki]

LMAO ROOK’S THOUGH 😭😭😭😭

How TWST characters react to finding out your real name

They hadn't realized you were using a fake name or a nickname, and when they find out you hadn't told them your real name, they each reacted in their own way.

Featuring : Idia, Lilia, Crowley, Ace/deuce/grim (together) , Azul/jade/Floyd (together), Malleus, Epel, Rook, Vil, Kalim, Jamil

Idia - Fair. Its like using a fake in game name only in real life, who needs to know your real name? It's not that important, it doesn't change that you're still you. But he is glad that you trusted him with your real name, but now he's a little possessive, and doesn't like it when other people use your real name. Its HIS privilege to know the you behind the character! (He wants his y/n moment and he gets some sort of fulfillment knowing he was the first to learn your true name. Like he's in some sort of otome game)

Lilia- he raises an eyebrow and has an amused smile on his face. He wasn't expecting you to feel the need to hide your identity, were you some sort of refugee? Hiding from something? You then explain to him you simply didnt feel comfortable sharing your real name with a bunch of strangers since coming to twisted wonderland, and he was easily able to accept that answer. He calls you by whatever name you prefer, it makes no difference to him, and he quickly gets over it. (If he wants to get your attention and tease you, he will use your real name)

Malleus- A little bit...hurt, in a way? You couldn't trust him with your real name? He knew others thought he was scary and didnt trust him for his lineage, however he had to remind himself that you were different than them. You were kind and understanding, and he had to push back his childish thinking. He did the same thing in fact, hiding his name from you until learning far after your meeting. Perhaps you had your reasons as well, and he respects that, and warms his heart slightly coming to terms that you had entrusted him with that information. He uses whatever name you feel the most at ease of hearing, but there will be times in which you two are alone and he gets in his feelings. Hearing your name sound so sincere and loving coming from his lips makes it sound sweeter than you remember.

Azul + the Leech brothers- Shocked. Flabbergasted. You did it in such a cool way too, you signed his contract using a name he wasn't familiar with. "You are aware that using a fake name won't do you any good, Right?" He had pointed out. You gave him a smirk and crossed your arms, "Who says its fake? In fact, the name I signed is indeed my REAL name. I thought I might as well use my real name, to show how confident I am that your little tricks will not fool me." Jade simply smiled and nodded in approval, whilst Floyd began laughing hysterically at Azuls reaction (his mouth hung open. He just convinced himself you had an inflated ego.) Needless to say, they will not forget that moment in a while.

Crowley- Blames you and says "Well of course I couldn't find your records anywhere or continue with my investigation on your case, you didnt even give me an accurate name to go by!" (In reality he wasn't doing anything to help you, he just thought this gave him an out and more time to think of something. You knew this.) The gaslighting king, and good at making you feel bad for not enrolling into the school by providing your full real name. You rolled your eyes and kept doing what you were doing (slay)

Kalim- he gets super excited, and fully respects you by any name you go by. He showers you in compliments and says its such a nice and fitting name for a person such as yourself. He smiles brightly and locks arms with you; "(fake name) or (real name), they both suit you well! You're still the prefect I love, regardless of what name you use!" .... But then he starts to ask you why, and it turns into an hour long conversation about names. (Probably tries to suggest names that would suit you)

Jamil- A little surprised at first, however he never made a big deal out of it and didnt care much. He shrugged and continued using the name you had given him, its what you chose to go by, is it not? So he will continue to do so. (Inwardly he understands why you hid your true identity, but also thinks its silly in a way. Why would you go so long without sharing something as small as a name? But it was a one time thought, and never dwelled on those questions.)

Vil- Also doesn't make a big deal out of it. Your name suits you well, he will ask what you prefer to go by, however. If you aren't comfortable using your real name, who is he to judge? He asks you once about why you chose to use a fake name, and he respected it. "Or I can just call you prefect, if you prefer? Your title precedes your name, and it's a form of respect. How does that sound?" You chuckle and say that you trust him enough to be on a first name base, and he responds with a slight blush. You really know how to see past his professionalism.

Rook- Add it to his list of things he knows about people and probably knows too much about people. He stores it in his mind along side with your weight, your height, your frequented places in the school, your gym scores, the height you can jump, how fast you finish your lunch, how big your hand is, your shoe size, how many hairs are on your head... "magnifique! I just love learning new things about you, it never ceases to amaze the mysteries you hold! Please, tell me more!"

Epel- A little bit disappointed you hadn't told him sooner. He gets over it quickly, but he was still a little upset to hear that he was one of the last people to find out what your real name is! Not that it truly matters, but a persons name is a persons treasure, and he wanted a part of the great reveal! (It wasn't THAT great. It came up casually, he's just a little sentimental and dramatic sometimes.) He ends up carving your name out of an apple, he says he made it cause' he was bored and no other reason, but in reality he really likes your name more than he leads on.

Ace/deuce/Grim- What do you MEAN that the past year they have been calling you by a FAKE/NICKNAME This entire time?? Do you have that little faith in them???? When you explained to them you had simply rolled with it when you first arrived to twisted wonderland and became accustomed to it, the name flowed off your tongue as natural as breathing. It had nothing to do with trust as time went on. They were all so dramatic about it though. "Our Prefect LIED to us!" They cried out, prostrating themselves on the floor and demanding you buy them food in to compensate 'the emotional damages' they claimed you inflicted upon them. You rolled your eyes and laughed playfully as the three of them whined about your "distrust" in them.

You loved them nonetheless, those morons 💜

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A link to my master list!

[or-not-2b---i-dont-know]

Hello everybody, I did the thing

72. “We'll figure this out.” Felmer (Back to the 80s)

Corey slumped against the wall of his garage, giving up on attempting to shift what was currently the bane of his existence.

He groaned.

“Mom really just had to park in the garage today. My freaking bike…”

“Parents, huh?”

As he was used to talking to himself (and had entirely forgotten he wasn't alone), Corey near enough jumped a foot in the air at the sound of Michael’s voice.

Michael gave him an odd look (understandable, since Corey had just attempted to take flight).

“It's okay, man, we'll figure this out.”

Corey sighed, “Can you just give me a ride?”

29/4/24

I did the thing.

[shangqinghuasbiggestfan]

They had beat malleus! He was waking up. People were crying, people were laughing, emotions had escaped their hearts.

Ace and deuce were looking for yuu on a the chaos. Their going to be so happy!

They can finally go home!

“AHHHGHHH!”

A wretched cry is heard. Everyone there is immediate drawn to it. Stood up, with his hands on his mouth is one epel felmer.

In front of him, was the beaten un-breathing body of yuu.

The yuu who had fought overblot after overblot. The yuu who gave and gave and gave for others. The yuu.. who frankly just wanted to go home.

His body was cold to touch. There was no pulse. He was unmoving. Yuu was never going home. No matter how much he wished.

His name had gone down in history, as the magicless beast tamer, who gave until his last breath.

[dark-pink-fantasy]

twstpasta reblogs

vil schoenheit!

mc wants to be a princess

pulling them down for a kiss

s/o gives butterfly kisses

m!s/o on painkillers

mc's identical twin

stranded

idol au

step on me

post marriage

yan!vil w/ fem!s/o

aspiring dentist s/o

fashion designer!s/o

i'll stay if you marry me

mc that gets a lot of gifts on valentine’s day

vil+☔️+romantic

🍳+vil+romantic

nsfw getting a blowjob

rook hunt!

pulling them down for a kiss

m!s/o on painkillers

idol au

snuggles

lost in the forest

pregnancy test?

fem!s/o turned into a toddler

feisty fem!s/o confesses to him

yan!rook w/ fem!reader

rook + 💍 + romantic

rook + 🦄 + romantic

rook + 🌻 + romantic

nsfw getting a blowjob

epel felmer!

stumbling upon a fem!reader changing

crush who has a terminal illness

cuddle hcs

royal!mc

strong!s/o

veteran!s/o

epel + 🏖️ + platonic

[sweetbunpura]

Yuuki "Yuu" Homura (updated ver.2)

I... I wanted to update her looks and it ended up being an update to her Bio....

Old Bio

Picrew

Other Names:

Shrimpy (Floyd)

Madam Trickster (Rook)

Herbivore (Leona)

Potato (Vil)

Child of Man (Malleus)

Madam Homura (Rollo)

Beastmaster Homura (Fellow)

Yuuki (Skully)

Gender:

Female

Age:

18

Birthday: 

March 18th

Height:

170cm - 5’5

Eye Color:

Green

Hair Color:

Black

Dating:

Floyd - Canon - Shrimp and Noodles

Leona - Upendi AU

Rollo - Sanctuary AU

Jamil - Desert Jewel AU

Idia - Co-op Love AU

Homeland:

California, United States but currently living in Japan

Background:

Yuu grew up as an only child to a Black mother and an Asian father. She grew up with a semi normal life with her father being a CEO and her mother being a lawyer, despite how busy they were, they still made time for Yuu. When Yuu announced she wanted to do boxing, her parents supported her 100% and set her up for classes when she was 12. Sadly, tragedy struck when she was 15 when her father was killed in an accident involving a semi truck with faulty cracks. Her mother fought in court against the company and won for all the families affected by the accident, but sadly there was no bringing back her father.

Afterwards, Yuu grew closed off and harsh. Snapping at her friends at school and even her own mother in her grief, who had still continued to be by her side despite how Yuu was treating them. Her uncle on her father's side suggested that Yuu come stay with him and his wife in Japan as a change of scenery and a hope to get through her grief. Her mother was against it, but Yuu ultimately decided to go live with them. At her new school, the students were harsh and treated her like she didn't belong, and in return, Yuu grew colder and more mean spirited. She ended up becoming a delinquent within a year of living there and caused more fights at the school. A few months after she turned 18, a mysterious black carriage appeared outside her doorstep late one night...

Personality:

Yuu is a snarky and blunt kinda gal who won’t hesitate to speak her mind given the situation. Despite her delinquent nature, Yuu is smart and tends to pick up on stuff quickly. Fights against injustice to the point she ended up beating up a couple of upperclassmen on roughly what would be her first week in school. She can take care of herself despite being the only girl in an all boys school, hardly needing any “protection”. She shows her soft side the more she gets to know the students of NRC.

Family:

Topaz Nightingale - Grandmother

Gio Nightingale - Deceased Grandfather

April Nightingale - Aunt

Chase Nightingale - Uncle 

Trevor Nightingale - Uncle

Diamond Stevens - Aunt

Alex Nightingale - Uncle

Kassie Homura - Mother

Tadachi Homura - Deceased Father

Dorm:

Ramshackle

School year:

Freshman

Class:

1-A, Student no. 9

Occupation:

Prefect, Housewarden

Student

Best Subject:

Physical Education

Dominant Hand:

Right

Hobbies:

Boxing

Cooking

Art - Spray paint

Reading 

Talents:

Boxing

Cooking

Friends & Acquaintances:

Grim

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Jack Howl

Epel Felmer

Ortho Shroud 

Sebek Zigzolt 

Skully J. Graves

Rollo Flamme

Fellow Honest

Gidel

Floyd Leech

Leona Kingscholar

Idia Shroud 

Malleus Draconia 

Kalim Al-Asim

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🌠anon

//Answers\\

{Ft. Eva Lovett, Ace Trappola, (ACEVEA), Deuce Spade, Epel Felmer, Sebek (I forgot his last name), and Jack Howl}

||Cafeteria - lunch||

Epel: Jack, if you and Eva were to do Seven Minutes in Heaven, with Aces permission of course; what would you do?

Jack: Well- [He starts to come up with an answer before-]

Eva: I would strangle him with a coat hanger-

Deuce: What-?! Why?

Eva: Because I probably wouldn't want to be there-

Epel: Ace, do you know the reason for it?

Ace (sighs, then drapes an arm around Eva's shoulder): She's working on this big project for Azul and stuff... Personally in my opinion she shouldn't be over working herself (Proceeds to place a small kiss on her left cheek)

Deuce: Makes sense I suppose-

Jack: But why a coat hanger?

Eva (checks phone): Ah, Madelyn just texted got to go, sadly ... [She would get up and place a forehead kiss on Ace, before walking off]

Ace (Flustered for some reason): She's so pretty...

Epel: Annnd he's lovestruck/lovesick again-

Deuce: Which means he's going to be like this for the rest of the day.