#i'M IMPATIENT

[so-many-ocs]

they should invent a writing that doesn't take foreverrrrrrrrrrr and everrrrrr and ever and ever and ever and ever!

[evilbabyhagx]

Nobody talk to me 😭 I need to process this

AUBREY i-like-being-in-a-uniform PLAZA!?

She wants us all dead, i have no other explanation for this behaviour

[mettaounce-real]

I have art I want to post... but... not yet...

[mosaickiwi]

Fall Unto Me (part four)

Part one, part two, part three

The end of Angel!Angel and Demon!Ren yayyyy I'm sooo excited to have the rest of my brain back!!! IT'S FINALLY OVER (mostly).

A very long and nonsensical string of writing thoughts and notes on it will be posted much later. Also if anyone wants to ask questions I can answer them in the infodump or on discord if you want a more immediate response... I hope you enjoy da finale 👉👈 sorry this is my baby i really love talking about it but it was impossible til now fjdslkjflks

cw// religious themes

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

That mundane, quiet night had taken a turn for the better. You could barely move a muscle after trying to settle your curious desires for your devilish companion, though they still remained. The books and red string were put back where they belonged before you found yourself cradled in strong arms and curled under silken sheets.

Ren had brought you to rest in bed, arms keeping you securely nestled at their side. His bare chest felt incredibly warm against your cheek. The sound of their heart beat steadily, and you moved your head to hear it better. Mesmerizing, and comforting. 

“I'm… tired? Fatigued?” you muttered aloud. It was so hard to stay awake, your eyes kept fluttering. You’d never been quite so drained before.

He gently held your chin to look at you, smiling all the while. “Why do you think? You’re an absolutely ravenous angel. Were it not for that fatigue, you’d surely still have me pinned on the floor with your head thrown back in—”

“Hey!” you interrupted him. The casual way they said it had you suddenly embarrassed. Being aware of your newfound… ‘ravenous’ side was something else entirely.

“It was a wonderful sight, my love, little angel,” he sang your praises with adoration, ending at a word. That word. The one you didn’t know.

An odd little pet name you were all the more curious about.

“What's that word you keep saying?” you asked and his eyes suddenly widened. “I love all the endearing things you call me, but that one—I can't place it.”

“...Oh, love,” he whispered, muffled as they leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’m so sorry. I won't use it anymore.”

“Huh? Is it something bad?” You weren't sure what he meant by that, but you knew well and good they'd never say something cruel to you, let alone call you by a cruel word. Nonsensical as the question was, no other reason came to mind.

“Not at all. It's my favorite word,” his voice was soft, almost heartbroken. “I didn't think you'd forget it so soon… I'll tell you when you're ready, I promise. For now, you only need to rest.”

A simple nod in response on your part. You accepted the answer so easily. There was nothing to worry about anymore. With how exhausted you were from the act, sleep was a natural decision. You could talk in the morning. Or any morning after, you no longer minded. Eventually you'd leave, so what was another few days or weeks?

You settled in and closed your eyes, lulled to sleep by their heartbeat in your ear.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Cold. You woke up cold. Jolted awake from your own nightmare of falling, drowning in the endless clouds that you once walked upon with ease, only to land in the depths of the freezing ocean below you. With a hushed gasp, you sat up in bed.

The devil was asleep right beside you. Pink hair stained with eerie grays from the moon’s glow through the open window, horns so dark they almost blended into the shadows, ghastly inked patterns that crawled from their shoulders down to their hands. 

One of his was laced tightly with yours. 

You trembled as you slowly pried his fingers away, crawled backwards on the bed until you felt nothing under you and almost fell like that cursed dream.

But the same hands you struggled to get away from caught you. You found instant comfort in his touch, despite the disgust that climbed up your back when you woke—where did it come from? Why were you even trying to get away? 

“I've got you, it's alright,” Ren murmured softly. He guided you to stand, wrapping a wrinkled shirt over your naked shoulders along with his arms. You held on as tight as you could. Your fingers were shaking. 

“I need to—I need to go, Ren. Now,” you gasped into his chest. Your entire body was unsteady, vision blurred from tears you weren't capable of shedding. Whatever you were saying didn't make sense in your head. You needed to go… somewhere. You could picture the place—it had sunkissed clouds as far as the eye could see—but did it have a name?

He read your mind, gently offered the word you couldn't think of, “Heaven?”

There. Home. You nodded. 

“You'll only get hurt.”

“I already know I'll have to repent before my god,” you muttered sheepishly and pulled away, clutching the shirt like a cloak. His knowledge was vast as ever, but what did a demon know of heaven’s affairs? 

“No, little angel. If you even make it that far,” they cursed the realms under their breath and followed as you left the room in a sudden hurry. “They'll take whatever is left of your halo and wings.”

You didn't waste any time throwing open the cabin’s door and walking out into the cool night air. Forced to pause at the sight in front of you, you stared; the breathtaking field of flowers was fully blooming. They were finally as high as Ren promised, the tallest with their golden petals proudly on display in the hallowed shape of a halo.

The beauty only helped his words to sink in. Whatever is left of your halo and wings? You turned around, fully expecting him to be right behind you.

You were face to face as you questioned him, a bite of anger held in. “What do you mean?”

Blue eyes that only seemed paler in the night, once full of hatred for heaven, pooled with long lost grief. “You've fallen from their grace,” he said quietly.

“That doesn't happen.” You denied it quickly. Such a thing had never happened in all the histories of heaven, you at least knew that without ever reading those records. If what he said was true, it’d be common knowledge. A warning that all angels would heed.

“It does, because I—”

A bell rang in the darkened night sky above. Ren froze with unknown fear for a split second and hurriedly reached towards you, shouting something. Another bell obscured their voice, then another and another until the number grew to so many your thoughts drowned in their thunder. Someone was calling you home.

Before you even realized it your wings sprouted forth and threw the unbuttoned shirt he'd given you to the wind, bringing a burning anguish so suddenly intense to bloom in the middle of your back that you fell to your knees. Ren immediately kneeled in front of you. The pain and desperation in his voice pulled at your very core, except you couldn't understand a thing. The bells were so loud. You cried out sharply. It may as well have been silence from what little else you could hear. 

A cracking noise managed to cut through the clamor of the bells above. Translucent shards of stained glass dropped from your head and piled themselves in the dirt at your knees. There was so little of it but you recognized the golden shade, illuminated by the fire licking at your shoulders.

The halo that you'd gained once the library's doors had beckoned you. The few pieces that remained of it, anyway.

Your heart stopped, then started anew. A feeling worse than the holy fire that was turning your beloved wings from feathered grace to ash. He was right; you'd fallen long before this night.

A thousand bells began to still, one by one. You could start to hear Ren again, though only a few words were clear.

“...At night… Forgive… Happen… …Never wanted this for you.”

The last feather fell away into nothing, and the burning in your back, along with the bells, died with it. All the heat you could feel was the demon only inches away, his desolate gaze fixed to you.

You blinked, tear stained cheeks now icy from the salted wind blowing across the ocean. Bits and pieces came back as memories.

The simple, towering clouds that decorated the heavens far as the eye could see. A sun that shined brightly, an everlasting sunrise that greeted you no matter the day. The library that once seemed like paradise you were destined to guard for the rest of time. All echoes of the being that was no longer you.

Something was missing. 

“My… that word,” you whispered. He'd told you it was his favorite word. One that you’d forgotten. “... It was mine?”

He smiled as best he could. It didn't reach his eyes. “You remember it.”

“A little.”

“Then... let me say it for you?” he asked and you nodded. They leaned close, the word slowly leaving their lips with reverence, sadness, unwavering love.

Nothing about it sparked as familiar on the surface. But the word once belonged to you, that empty part inside understood it. Fresh tears welled in the corners of your vision. “When did they take it from me?”

Ren gently wiped your cheek as the tears overflowed again. “I don't know.”

“How—it was mine,” you repeated with a sob. You felt the cold seeping through you and huddled into his embrace. Their body felt more warm and inviting than anything around you. There was nothing—no one else you could ever reach out to anymore.

“I’m sorry. We only have eternity together, my love,” he breathed, tucking your head below his chin with a strangled noise. “I'll say it each and every day so you'll never forget it. I don't want to lose your name, either.”

[luneemeritus]

come oooon where is that wicked for good trailer

[h0lyfilth]

for the first time in months i have no drafts

[sharona-sims]

Hmm???

I wonder when the patch for child deformity is coming? 🤔

[hishoi]

I FINALLY got a new sketchbook for Christmas, and decided to start it with a little meet the artist! It's rough, but i really don't care.

[pollsbymajority]

Hello Majority! I am sorry.

[apricusapollo]

my very first thiam fic is here 🥳🥳

the link

[stanley-theparable427]

He wants that cookie so damn bad

[le-velo-pour-dru]

I can't wait to celebrate Christmasssssssssssssssss

[stayp1eceposts]

I'm so done. I can't move from listening to magnus protocol and coming up with hundreds of theories throughout the week to watching Agatha all along and coming up with hundreds of theories😭 PLEASE LORD GIVE ME A BREAK

[devilmaypryde]

Hinako is GAY???

I mean think about it...the trailer for the game dropped during the first week of pride month. that has to symbolize that she's one of us, right?

anyway I preordered the game (physical version for PS5). now I just wait...3 months.... *cries*

[nawoken]

(TWST) Discuss the upcoming Halloween cards _JP

5.C: Why? It's only June.

Cause I'm bored, and I'm still waiting for Lilia's Halloween card. And I should start saving for it by now. In case we have it this year.

Warning (?): This is for the Japan server and is only my guess; please don't believe in them in any way.

Based on the last event, we might have part 2 for the 'Nightmare Before Christmas' colabotary event.

Each Halloween event has 11 cards (excluding the bonus card for the special character).

3 SSR

4 SR _ 3 in banner and 1 free

4 R

On the twst wiki website, the last event name is

"Lost in the Book with Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas ~The First Halloween~". This year might be "The second Halloween", and we have a total of 22 boys.

I assume the boys from part 1 won't be here in part 2. So, we will have:

Heartslabyul: Cater; Ace; Deuce. (Yay, an event with the duo)

Savanaclaw: Ruggie; Jack.

Octaville: Floyd.

Scarabia: Kalim.

Pomefiore: Rook.

Ignihide: Ortho.

Diasomnia: Lilia; Silver.

+++ SSR cards +++

Deuce

Ruggie

Jack

Floyd

Lilia

All of them don't have any SSR cards yet.

+++ SR +++

Kalim

Rook

Ortho

Silver

Same logic

+++ R +++

Cater

Ace

Same logic. 2 of the cards supposed to be "SSR" might be an "R" card if they're not chosen.

______

At this point, we have 7 characters that don't have an SSR Halloween card yet. Fit for 2 events and roughly for 3, depending on how the game developer decides:

Trey

Deuce

Ruggie

Jack

Floyde

Epel

Lilia

I'm more of the 2 events case. One of them will have 4 SSR cards without a card for a special character, maybe it's not a collaboration event.

Or it can be this event, cause if we collaborate with Nightmare Before Christmas. We will have the same Event's Character a.k.a Skully :))

But, for me, it's a bit unlikely, cause we might be short on other cards. Since 4 cards mean 4 banners right? Each banner normally will contain 1 SR for the Duo and stuff.

Not to mention 4 R + 1 SR cards free. This can be saved by adding Grim's cards to the mix, but it will be quite unfair since we don't even have Grim's cards for other events.

~~~~~~~~ O ^ O

That is for this year's Halloween guess, for 2026:

+++ SSR +++

Trey

Epel

Depending on which SSR will be chosen this year, the last 2 or one will be considered for the 2026 event.

+++ R +++

Leona

Idia

Neither of them has an R card yet.

Basically, all of the above are based on all characters that don't have one specific type of card yet. Around 15 characters, 7 SSR, 4 R, and 4 SR.

Each event requires at least 11 characters, so there might be 8 characters more that can have 2 cards of the same rarity, 4 R and 4 SR.

_________________

5.C: That's all :'D)

If we have 3 events, then 2 of them might only have 2 SSR cards. Or part 2 of 'NbC', we will have 2 main cast banners and 1 for Skully. Then, the same case for the Halloween event after that. Who knows.

~.~

[slytherinshua]

couples content coming on my feed on DAY 1 of my period is vile i am not strong enough for this GET OUTTTTTTTT