#ob leona

[queen-shiba]

MC trying to use rizz on Leona

OB Leona: *gripping MC by the neck* You're dead and buried, darling~

MC: And bricked!

OB Leona: ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

MC: HELLO~

@killersweetie @leonistic @duskymrel @red-viewe @seraphni

[gaumibear]

Overblot fashion ?!?!?!?

[ambimakesarts]

"𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂"

I started this a while back thinking Malleus wasn't going overblot in the second update but I was so wrong -D-

[kamapon]

Overblot Leona 🦁🦁

[leonakingscholarship]

C'mon Malleus, join them 🤨

(My favorite OB form will always be Riddle and Vil since they look like Queens and I love it hfnfnnfnfbf)

[nonokoko13]

SPOILERS MANGA CHAPTER 3: OCTAVINELLE

OMG THIS YUU IS SO SO CUTE!!!!!!

LOOK AT HIM/THEM. ADORABLE. I WANNA HUG HIM/THEM 💖💖💖

Edit: Apparently his name is Yuuta, 16 yo. Maybe his surname is Mito, from what I heard in Reddit. I also read there that his family owns a Chinese restaurant, until you have better sources or find where it says that yourselves don't take it as official.

[adultish-momma]

Ink Dandelions

Ruggie agrees to what he thinks is just a fun outing with Yuu before everyone comes back from break and vies for their attention, but as he should expect when it comes to them, things end up more complicated than he bargained for.

TW: Tattoos and getting tattoos, mention of past trauma, mention of past violence, mention of scars, mention of nightmares, mention of asphyxiation/snakebites, mention of intentional violence, possessive thoughts.

A/N: MONTHS. THIS TOOK MONTHS TO WRITE. I really really really wanted to write this concept, I really really really wanted Ruggie to have his time to shine, to show it's not just the OB boys and Housewardens who are affected by this Yuu, but COHESIVENESS man gets me everytime :'(

"Where are we going exactly? Because I remember something about donuts, and this is not the way to the donut stall."

"I know, and I will get you those donuts, but after my appointment. This place doesn't allow any food or drink, besides water, for the clients."

"So explain to me why exactly I had to be the one to come with you then? Don't you have your pet cat and that card duo to drag along on your errands? I already gotta play errand boy for Leona, what's in it for me?"

There's a way Yuu will look at people, this intense look in their eye that he's never been able to quite pin down before. They're not looking through you, it's different than the way somebody like Floyd or Riddle might look at you, like you're not even there. And Yuu's stare isn't invasive either, not intentionally at least, no Ruggie is well aware of what that looks and feels like. There are too many guys at NRC that have perfected that calculating, dissecting gaze of looking into you, of being able to find your every flaw with just a heavy look. (He sees it enough on his own Dormleader's face.)

Yuu levels him with their unique, flustering, soul-searching look right there on the street corner. They're quiet as they wait for the signal that it's safe for them to cross, seemingly giving his sarcastic question some serious thought. It makes him squirm, makes his skin itch in an unfamiliar way, makes his ears flick and his tail twitch and it's not unpleasant, particularly, but it's different and he's about to say something taunting and probably rude just to get the Prefect to stop looking at him like that and -

Suddenly they're wrapping their hand around his own, gentle but firm as they finally turn away and tug him across the intersection. He thinks they're just going to ignore his earlier jabs, and that's fine, there was nothing serious behind them in the first place. Leona hasn't come back from break yet, and Ruggie had just returned yesterday, so as long as they held true to their promise of sugary delights, the hyena really didn't have any other plans today.

"I think you're the only one in all of NRC who will actually understand why I have this appointment. And if you decide you want it too, then I'm more than happy to pay for yours." They aren't looking at him, eyeing a nondescript storefront that they are determinedly dragging him towards. But their voice is somber, serious in a way he's really only heard inside the confines of the school infirmary. It makes him reach for his elbow, fingers tracing the scar he tried very hard to hide from his family over the break.

They catch the movement, he knows they do. But instead of commenting, they push inside the shop, letting him go once he's passed the threshold so they can approach the person at the reception desk. And Ruggie is left standing there, thinking to himself that this must be what whiplash feels like, because the stark difference between slipping into a slow spiral of complicated memories and baffled bewilderment is absolutely wild.

This is not where he thought the Ramshackle Prefect would be taking him today.

The tattoo shop is warm and cozy, surprisingly enough. Almost every inch of the waiting area up front is covered in tattoo designs. There's art in every different style known to man. From small, modern, simple designs to some massive traditional pieces he'd see back in the slums of the Sunset Savanah to everything in between from every corner of Twisted Wonderland. Ruggie is pulled back from his admiration for the art by the conversation brewing between the Prefect and the tattoo artist leading them to the back, Yuu waving at him to follow along.

"This is gonna be the last one right? I shouldn't have to see you in here again after we finish up this piece, correct?"

"Wow, okay, I see how it is, already sick of me huh?"

"Nah, of course not, you're one of my favorite customers. Some of my favorite art to walk out that door too. But considering exactly why you've enlisted my services, yeah, I want this to be the last one."

Ruggie feels like he's having an out-of-body experience. Sure, he can still feel the shop around him, too many predator instincts ingrained in his DNA to truly lose all his faculties. But as the artist and Yuu keep talking in that weirdly professionally intimate way, he feels his mouth go dry and his limbs lock up. And as Yuu takes off their overly thick turtleneck, revealing the tank underneath, it feels as if the world slows down to a syrupy crawl, like his head is dipped underwater and the only thing solid and real in this new world of his is the expanse of the Prefect's skin that he's now faced with.

Ruggie was there for Azul's Overblot. True he passed out before the fight had ended, but he dimly remembers seeing the cephalopod's tentacles wrap around Yuu's neck and squeeze. (He wakes up in cold sweats some mornings, trying to gulp down as much oxygen as possible when his nightmares decide to play around with that particularly traumatizing experience.) So there's a part of him that flinches, hard, when he sees the tentacles that are inked into the Prefect's skin. They wrap around their neck the same way the Octavinille's housewarden did, although these ones are more stylized than the real thing, purples and lilacs and oil-slick blacks creating a haunting effect on their skin. The suckers look a little more raised than the rest of the artwork, but otherwise, it's a gorgeous piece of work. Makes him less nauseous to see that than the old, awful bruising that used to decorate Yuu's collarbone.

It's the piece of artwork on their right shoulder that cause a ball of anxiety to develop in Ruggie's chest. Sure, the stark reminder of that day in Octavinille isn't exactly pleasant, and seeing the pottery-crack scar on their left shoulder always fills Ruggie with a complicated concoction of emotions, but he knows about those events, he was there for them. He'd seen the damage firsthand for both, helped them with their bandages for both occasions, shared one of those scars with them. But if they are getting tattoos as reminders of the events that left them scarred so far this year, which Ruggie is inclined to believe is the case as he watches the artist prep the area surrounding Leona's mark, then what happened to them over the winter break?

Slithering up the Prefect's right shoulderblade is the tail of a snake, burnt oranges and blood reds and coopery bronze scales climb the snake in an almost hypnotic pattern. They turn, and he can see that the head of the snake rests on the front of their shoulder, fangs poised over two holes just to the right of where their collarbone meets the shoulder. Its hood is flared, and the cobra's garnet-red eyes seem to follow you, daring people to come close lest its fangs end up embedded in them. It's an incredibly detailed and realistic piece, the snake leaving shadows along Yuu's skin and the fangs actually looking like they've... pierced... skin...

"Did you get bitten by a snake??!!"

"Yes, and?"

"What do you mean 'and?'?? When? Why? How?"

And as the Prefect settles down in the chair, they tell him.

-------

Ruggie has spent the past hour in silence, processing everything Yuu told him, watching their newest tattoo bloom to life on their skin, trying to force the nausea to leave his system. At first, he thought Yuu's near-death experience was his main cause of discomfort, and don't get him wrong, it did bother him. Incredibly so.

But the longer they sat there under the tattoo gun, the pissier he became.

It's not like this new tattoo was ugly or anything. In fact, it was gorgeous, something that would make him salivate in any other situation. It was done in the traditional Sunset Savanna style, harsh lines and bold swirls, matte black lines creating an intricate design across their left shoulder. He spent the past hour watching the cracked, jagged lines of Leona's scar disappear beneath a complicated geometric pattern. When he realizes they've replaced the mark of a lion with a massive inked lion head, something in him snarls.

"It's a reminder, not a claim."

"... I don't know why you think you need to explain. 'Aint got nothin' to do with me."

"It's a reminder. It's a reminder I choose, something I have control over. There's no magic in existence that can heal the scars left behind from an Overblot, these are scars I'm stuck with for the rest of my life and I had no choice in it. These are my choice. And I chose to swap the scar tissue for a lion so nobody, especially the person who hurt me could forget it."

Well, now Ruggie feels bad. A little. He gets it, probably the only person on campus who can get it, but that doesn't quell the possessive urge inside of him that's furious with the Prefect for doing... something. He's not quite sure what exactly about this whole situation that's got him so upset.

He grabs his elbow, as the artist paints glimmering gold for the lion's facial features, stuck in his own messy, complicated feelings from that messy, complicated day. Leona is one of his closest relationships, a weird mess of a balance between friend and servant, equal and lesser. Their relationship has always been about mutual benefits, symbiotic always, platonic sometimes. And Ruggie can’t even look at his arm because it reminds him that there was a moment, before Leona Overblotted, before you can write it all off as something done under magical insanity, a moment where Leona actively tried to hurt him, actively and intentionally tried to maim him. And Ruggie is still bitter about it, still brings it up occasionally to inflict some of the complicated hurt on Leona that he still feels, but Ruggie is also exhausted and tired and wants to move on.

He looks up and Yuu has him pinned with that pleasantly infuriating look again, like they can read every thought he's currently having and every thought he's ever had and every thought he could have in the future. And it makes him feel so incredibly seen, but right now while he's drowning in such an emotional internal shit show, he wants nothing more than for them to stop looking at him. He's too vulnerable like this, too on the edge, too irrationally mad.

"I think you should get a coverup tattoo."

"I think you're projecting your emotional bullshit."

....

"What would I even get, huh? No way in hell I'm getting a matching tat."

"I think you should get a Dandelion."

....

"I don’t know, I just don’t feel like you should let Leona have such a physical claim over you. Like, turn this thing that he did to you, this mark he gave you, and make it into something that’s yours. Your flower, your mark, your body, you know?"

And it's not a bad idea, not at all, but it does nothing to satisfy the feral thing that's been pacing in his chest, snarling and chomping at the bit during this whole stupid endeavor.

"Besides, we can say we've got matching flower tattoos!"

If anyone ever doubted Ruggie's predatory status, they should've seen the way he fucking locked onto the Prefect's newly revealed thigh. He was so intently taking in the vine of roses circling their left leg, a constricting band of blood red and bone white roses, vivid green leaves and night black thorns, so intent was he that he almost missed how his disquiet had quieted, calmed and placated.

Oh. Oh, that's what was bothering him.

Because he’d been watching the tattoo come to life and a part of him had died a little inside with every stroke of ink but he couldn’t figure out why. But it turns out he’d always thought of the scar as a sorta good thing, a little bit, in the very back of his head. Because Yuu had the same scar, and it tied them together. And when Yuu erased their scar (for very valid reasons he knows this) they erased the connection they shared with him. Erased their connection and replaced it with something connecting them to Leona of all people.

But instead, he can now have this with them, something they both choose to happen to them. In this cozy, tucked-away store on the far side of town, they can have this tie, and Ruggie really, really likes that idea.

[churrosnt]

[kirexa]

I need more angst with the OB boys. I need Jamil to have horrific nightmares about how he almost killed Yuu & co. I need Riddle feeling incredibly ashamed of letting himself go past his limits and him hiding from everyone for a while. Trey and cater need to force him out of his room at first. I need Leona remembering how he almost turned Ruggie's arm to sand and him napping in different places to avoid Ruggie. Azul stress eating while remembering what happened and hating himself for it. Yuu genuinely afraid to be near the OB boys for some time. OB boys thinking they don't deserve to be close with the people they hurt.

[lovelyllamasblog]

TWST OB Acrylic Stans by @crimson-chains (bought from their etsy)

[piraticusdorm]

To the dorm heads: if one of the teachers Overblot what would you do?

Genuinely trying to help: Riddle, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Malleus. "Sweet I won't get punished for blasting them": Leona, Idia, Conrad.

[sparkysxi]

styx gave the OB gang grippy socks and you bitches KNOW IT

[advernia]

WILL YOU STOP THEM?

ONE —

The oddest thing is how real each gaze feels - it has the sharpness that gives an uncomfortable pricking sensation, the poke that makes the hair on the back of your head stand up.

Then there's the whispers - the whispers! They keep it all wispy, the kind that brings to mind the ghosts hanging around the school premises. It is noisy in same odd manner it is not, loud in the same manner that it could be easily carried away by the winds.

"Oh dear, oh goodness gracious! Do you see that over there?"

"A diamond painted over his eye... Orange hair... Oh, is that him? The one that had dared to leave Lady Rosalia hanging?"

"My! To abandon an arrangement with a lady such as Madame Rosalia on such short notice! What a display of inconsideration!"

"And to think that the Madame was absolutely delighted to have some people to keep her company, if even just for an hour..."

"Hmph, what do you expect? This school is simply filled with boys, not gentlemen - you lot set your standards too high!"

"To ask that everyone of this school be a gentleman is quite the lofty standard. However... is it too much to ask for basic human courtesy?"

Ace listens to all this and more as he and Cater cross the corridor, the paintings hung up on the wall not letting up on their chatter as they passed.

"Wow," Ace says, snickering at Cater who seemed to hung his head low, away from a line of sight. "You're super popular today, Cater-senpai!"

TWO —

A tentative shake, a double take at the label. One last check to be safe: he pops the lid open, takes a sniff of the shaker. Jade tilts his head, brings a hand over his mouth.

Strange. Didn't he just restock this yesterday?

"For table thirteen!"

Jade instinctively draws himself closer to the counter, allowing one of the cooks to deliver a finished dish smoothly towards the service area. There's a light savory aroma that wafts when the chef passes by, along with something a touch robust.

"Are these the spinach puffs?" Deuce Spade's voice echoes into the kitchen, tone doubtful. "... Huh. Smells different."

Setting the shaker down on the counter, Jade lifts his head up to look at the overhead cabinets. If he was right, the stocks for the herbs and spices should be at...

"You try making 'em yourself, wise guy," the chef snaps back. "Followed everything to the letter - onions, dill, parsley, cilantro..."

... hold on now, wasn't that too much herbs?

"S-sorry, senpai... I wasn't questioning your cooking. It just smells different from how the other chefs made theirs, that's all."

Jade looks over to the serving area, to where the two anemones were talking.

"And I think your nose's all clogged up from serving food all day," the chef huffs, pushing the plate of spinach puffs off to Deuce. "That stuff's the real thing, so go on! I got other food to fix!"

So that's how it goes: Jade watches the two go their separate ways, one back to the cooking station and the other off to serve food to a waiting customer.

"Ah," Jade chuckles to himself, staring at the half-full parsley bottle in his hands. "Now I see."

THREE —

Forty yards away from the goal, and the opposing team decides to do this:

the one coming from his left side is literally rushing towards him, head lowered like a bull's and hands formed into tight fists around his sides.

the one behind him, trying to catch up to him - is mumbling some incantation. Based on how the air draws a bit thinner as he moves forward, it must be a wind spell of some sort.

the one running towards him, laughing like there's a damned party going on, has his arms extended like he's reaching out to perform a tackle. Looking closely, the nails of his fingers are all long and sharp.

So that's one aiming to take him down through brute force, the other attempting to hinder both his pace and breathing, and another more or less intending to injure him. Leona snorts, keeps running. The Magift disc is still a halo burning red atop his head, its floating state maintained by his magic.

Sevens, he wouldn't give a damn if all of them just charged at him at once, dirty tactics and all.

"All you mutts keep wasting my time."

FOUR —

There are core differences between the words I can't, I won't, and I will; and Trey Clover wears them on his sleeve, has them inscribed on the back of his hand.

I can't were the first words he wore when he had watched a young boy be kept away from the world by his own mother, I won't followed shortly after when that mother had threatened him with the biting edge of her tongue and the sharpness of her eyes. I will is a will half baked, a wish unfulfilled when he made his first strawberry tart but was never able to deliver it to his intended recipient, so there it just laid for years to fester. Forgotten.

Years later, he wears them again.

I can't for those times he chose to salvage a situation instead of directly addressing it, I won't for all those times he had watched the passed judgement of beheading.

How long has it been, has it been a year... no, two years already?

Have the words I can't and I won't formed his second skin now?

Even as he watched the young boy - that same young boy kept away by his own mother - drown in ink before his very eyes?

Where was his will?

1: no dupe lmao! here's everyone's context:

cater -> aww, i can explain! (see: cater school!uni card)

jade -> it seems that more training is required... (ch3)

leona -> seriously, is this the best you can do?

trey -> i have to go...! (ch1 overblot)

[diodellet]

Thinking of Outer Science-fying Book 4 of Twst...

(yes that means ob!jamil as kuroha uwahhh i present to u exhibits a and b:)

(do u see it? im grabbing u by th shoulders and shaking u, am i making any sense hahahaha)

Like it just makes sense on a meta and visual way to make Book 4 way more of an angsty, heart-wrenching timeloop of trying to get through That Damn Boss Fight (all while dying lots of times in the process)

I say visual because the Snake of Clearing Eyes is a manipulative and violent motherfucker, and apparently its true form is a "solid black snake with red eyes" like huuuh.... it's as if the parallels literally write themselves

and I also say meta because lots of us players got stuck trying to beat him (by players i specifically mean /me./ I was stuck there for a week. deadass died fighting ob!jamil 4985034853 times and all i got was this cool title to slap onto my profile)

++On a lighter note, waaay after everyone's recovered from the ordeal, I think it'd be fun to see everyone else tease remind jamil of the funky shit he said during his overblot (ngl mans said some wacky things after a dope monologue like!! dude cuda stopped there but he kept going man i think the ink got to him oof)

EDIT: I JUST REMEMBERED... HOW COULD I FORGET SUCH BANGER ONE-LINERS THESE FUCKIN CLOWNS HELPPPP

kuroha "welcome to my womb" 🤝jamil "whoppee" viper

[bend-n-twst]

First Kiss, Kyrie and Epel

This one’s LONG and very context heavy. Think post-ch 6. Kyrie is Delia’s younger sister. Kypel have been besties since the start of the year.

Kyrie + Epel:

• after the events of ch 6, they all receive a warm welcome home. Everyone is reunited and tears are had, but most of all Kyrie is just tired and wants to go to sleep.

• she asks Epel to help her walk to her dorm room. Everyone else gives them space.

• it’s a comfortable silence between the two as they take their time to get there, carefully holding and leaning on each other

• they get to Kyrie’s door, and they pause. It was nice being able to hold each other and NOT be in a distressing situation

• Kyrie turns and squeezes Epel tight, burying her head into his neck. He hugs her back and they stay like that for what seems like ages.

• “Hey Epel…. D’you wanna get lunch tomorrow?”

• “We always get lunch together—I mean… yeah.”

• Kyrie hums, barely fighting off the sleep that tugged at her as she stands there comfortably in her best friend’s arms. She’s gonna stay there as long as she wanted to.

• “Kyrie—“

• “Mmmmmm nope—“

• “If you go to sleep—“

• “nuh-uh”

• “lunch’ll come faster.”

• “mmmmmmm hugs nice tho.”

• “…..yeah.”

• Kyrie squeezes him again, and then finally pulls away enough to look Epel in the eyes. She wanted to say a lot of things but her thoughts were congested by exhaustion—she needed to get to bed before she said something she hadn’t thought through like

• “I like you waaaaaaay better than Leon-ass.”

• (said out loud) (she’s not actually bitter she’s just in a sleepy silly mode) (she blinks sleepily)

• Epel’s chest puffs out. She likes him more now!!!

• they say their good nights and Kyrie crashes in bed with her phone in her hand, sending one last text to Epel as sleep takes her [Thnak u for walking mehome that was hell but youre cool and Im glad you came to resche us I can’t waiyt to see u tomorrow ☺️ goodnighy]

• Epel, in the middle of hooting and hollering because she likes him back finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!: [go the fuck to bed, sleepyhead]

• the time comes and Epel, the fucking nerd, carves a few apples for her making a little bouquet.

• Kyrie almost doesn’t want to eat them because they’re so pretty. almost. apples used to be mid for her but ever since befriending epel she’s learned to appreciate them

• lunch is normal for them but there’s a nervousness, an excitement never yet felt between them as they sit closer than usual. Their touches are casual and gentle as if they’d been at this for a while.

• it’s a few more lunches like this before they each gather the confidence to ask for a real date

• separately they enlist the help of their dorms to set up their dates

• With Vil and Rook’s help, Epel sets up an extravagant night for just the two of them. Rook’s all for it because he’s a romantic and Vil is proud that his freshman wants to make a beautiful night for his love (plus they get to decorate Pomefiore to the nines even tho kypel are only going to have dinner and dance. yes Vil teaches him ballroom dancing.)

• Epel simply wants to give her the Royal treatment

• Kyrie goes to Delia, Deuce, and Cecelia for advice. They go the more rustic route by setting up a cute picnic at one of the most romantic parts of the school (with boombox to set the mood)

• Kypel meet at the agreed time

• their respective helpers follow them in the shadows. CeRoo sense each other and catch on to what Kypel have planned

• suddenly the two freshmen run off in a seeming random direction

• the fuckers did this on purpose

• the others are exasperated (rook finds them amusing) as Kyrie and Epel run off laughing, hand in hand

• Delia is set on hunting them down to give them an earful, but kypel effectively avoid her and the others.

• they sneak into Pomefiore and steal some of the food, they run to the other place and yoink the basket and boombox

• after some more avoidance and running around and laughing, they end up in the botanical gardens and settle down with their nice clothes all roughed up.

• they have a lot of fun laughing, snacking, dancing. Yeah their asses are gonna get beat when they get back to their respective dorms but who tf cares when they’ve had the most fun of their lives

• it doesn’t all go to waste either; Epel sort of teaches Kyrie ballroom dancing (very poorly) (they’re kind of flinging each other around) (no one’s watching so it’s fine).

• It just sort of happens, they’re close together and walls are completely down. They kiss for the first time ever.

• Epel has the bright idea to swivel Kyrie into a dip but he loses balance and they both tumble down. Kyrie doesn’t feel the massive bump on her head because she’s laughing so hard

• “Lemme show you how to do it” and she dips him nearly perfectly. they kiss again.

• The end.

• Epilogue: their respective dorm leaders ground them for running off to god knows where.

• epi-epilogue: they get married after NRC and work on the Felmier farm together.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Oops

And now we get metaphorical!

Or make a deep dive and recall a bit of the p5 palace lore.

Both are good and both can apply. :'3

Music for the BG:

Emergency is when I'm in the kitchen :'3

Honestly I'm a bit afraid and excited to reveal the full ob design, since ya know... the ob designs usually are very detailed and mine is just leagues under in terms of complexity. :'3

But is also tightly close to the lore of the shroud bros :'3

Until next time! Buh bye!