#this time as an oversized magic raven

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Death (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Genderbending, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Pureblood Society (Harry Potter), Pureblood Politics (Harry Potter), Aristocracy, Minister for Magic Tom Riddle, kind of, First Meetings, Master of Death Harry Potter, Ravenclaw Harry Potter, Harry Potter is Lord Peverell, Tom Riddle is Not Voldemort, that doesn't mean he's a good guy, horcrux (mentioned) Summary:

It would be fair to say that Tom Marvolo Riddle, High Lord Slytherin, had what could be called a difficult week. And that was before he had been summoned the Archduchy of the Infinite Crypt. To top it all off, the summons was decidedly not written in the hand of the new High Lady Peverell.

Thank you so much to the amazing @ellorypurebloodculture for letting me play in your sandbox :)

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Full HCs of the M6 with wings please 🙏🏽

The Arcana HCs: M6 with wings

Julian

His wings look much like a raven's, except where there would be shades of blue when the light hits them, it's deep burgundy for him

Generally so sleek that he can fold them alongside his oversized coat and they're almost impossible to differentiate

One oddly humorous side effect of this is the way it affects his body language. Being such an expressive storyteller, his coat will look like it has a life of its own as he wildly gestures along

Not the best at remembering to take care of them and will melt into a puddle of affection-starved goo as soon as you start helping him preen and maintain them. Loves rambling about the anatomy

Repurposes his own shed feathers as quills

Likes wrapping them around you when he's giving you one of his all-encompassing hugs, otherwise, he keeps them in his space

Will get sooo fluffed out when you fluster him that his coat will start flapping like it's in a storm and his wings will get even bushier than his eyebrows. Feathers will start to fly if it's intense

Much prefers walking to flying unless absolutely necessary, but will make exceptions if it's to go on an adventure with you

Asra

Their wings are closely tied to their magic, and as such are very difficult to fully comprehend. They look like gravity-defying water

More specifically, his wings look a fairy's or a fly's wings, translucent with ever-shifting swirls and patterns, subtly glowing with a myriad of colors that blend into a pearly blue-ish purple

Their wings are also something they generally don't show in public - they fold down below their shoulders like a cape and lie flat below their rainbow coat. They don't care to draw attention to them

Nobody knows what exactly wing maintenance involves, all you know is that every full moon or so he goes swimming in the cave and seems extra glowy afterwards

Can and will use them like prisms during lazy mornings sleeping in and scatter rainbows all over the place

Has been known to paint on them like stained glass when they're bored. They do invite you to join in, but they're awfully ticklish

Tends to idly hover when he flies, but the one or two times you've seen him motivated to go fast he practically flashes across the sky. You're sure he's cheating aerodynamics somehow but he won't tell

Nadia

While the shape of her wings resembles an owl's, their gauzy, shimmery surface look almost like a butterfly's - if a butterfly's wings could fold back and drape elegantly along golden lines

The deep royal purple of them and the pink shimmer when the light hits them makes them look deceptively delicate. Nadia's wings are not fragile in the slightest

You did see her incorporate them into her swordplay, once, and the impact of one of them hitting her opponent sent them sailing across the ring. They are not to be messed with

While she doesn't show them off, she's not shy about them either. She spends hours maintaining them and coordinates ornaments for them to match her outfit and the occasion

Loves cupping one around your shoulders and back whenever you stand next to her, both to warm you and to protect you

Can gain the attention of a room of nobles simply by fluttering them, and uses this skill regularly and effectively

Will lightly brush your jaw with them when she walks by

Flies like a fighter jet. You've never seen acrobatics like these

Muriel

He dislikes his wings about as much as he dislikes the rest of his body, which is both saddening and par for the course

Like the rest of him, his wings are strong, big, heavy, and thick. You'd compare them to a bat, but the fur on the outside is as long and coarse as a bear's and there are powerful sinews throughout

You don't find this out for a while, but the insides of his wings are warm and leathery, covered in soft fine hairs, and very safe and comforting when you need shielding from harsher elements

Very self-conscious about the scarring and size of them

Keeps them folded in so tightly they look permanently cramped and uncomfortable, and only fully extends them when he absolutely has to. He does avoid flying because of this

As for the scarring - well - it's crisscrossed all over after years of combat, the edges are shredded and tattered in places, and you can tell where some bones and cartilage broke and healed crooked

The first time he let you sit behind him, wash and comb the fur, and finally moisturize them, he was able to let them hang loose for the rest of the day without needing to draw them in again

Portia

She has bird wings much like her brother, but they're considerably fluffier, stronger, and have the colors of a warm sunset

Keeps them neatly folded against her back while she's working, but otherwise they're fluffing and twitching and swaying behind her while she's laughing and chatting with you and her friends

Switches between flying and walking without thinking about it - she needs to get across the canal? She's not bothering with a bridge, she's taking a hop, flap, and a flutter to the other side

Loves using them to snuggle you. Whether it's casual brushes against your arms, folding around your waist to hug you, resting over your head when it starts to rain, it's all fair game

This is overall very pleasant, because she takes thorough care of them and the downy soft undersides feel like falling into the fluffiest cloud you could possibly imagine

Will use them to nudge people out of the way if she feels like her (or your) personal space isn't being respected

Her wings are so feather-dense that she does shed quite a lot and you find sunset feathers anywhere she sits or lies down

Lucio

He loves showing them off and he hates comments about their traits. Morga once told you that they were snowy white when he was a child, but over the years got streaked with red and black

They're webbed, thin enough to look like frost, with fine golden veins. Over time the sinews and bones took on crimson and charcoal black colors and he's rather proud of the effect

What he's less likely to flaunt is the deep, jagged scar slicing through one side that he got when he lost his arm

He effectively turned it into artwork with a golden tattoo, but he still tends to carefully position his gauntlet to cover for it

This in no way stops him from parading his wings otherwise. They're always halfway unfurled, poised like he's about to take flight, and matching his face for expressiveness

Startle him, and they'll fly above his head in shock before they ruffle and bristle and rustle around his shoulders as he loudly insists that he wasn't surprised at all, just playing along, no really!

Likes gently booping your nose with them to get your attention

Tends to compare his wings to others when he's insecure

[strawberrystepmom]

pairing: incubus!grimmjow jaegerjacquez x f!reader

word count: 3.8k

about: the ravenous desire of your roommate never seems to abate despite the late nights he spends outside of the comfort of your apartment. when he approaches you, the truth comes out. can you fulfill the appetite of an incubus?

contents: nsfw - mdni. cw dark content - dubcon, somnophilia. brief mention of masturbation (f), unprotected penetrative sex (piv), light degradation (slut/slutty), creampie, possessiveness. reader is only partially awake/aware through the fic and assumes she's dreaming.

notes: part of thot-o-ween 2023! yall ever wanted to fuck a cat boy demon before bc i know i have and here he is in all his weirdo glory. what i love about doing this is that it rly forces me out of my element (writing more smut bc historically i haven't enjoyed writing it all that much) and exploring new/darker concepts i haven't always felt like i have the ability to write.

hopefully this is something everyone can enjoy! thank you for reading ♡

Since you signed your lease nine months ago, you’ve always had a standing agreement with your strange roommate Grimmjow.

“If you need anything, just knock on my door and I’ll be there.”

You aren’t sure why you felt compelled to offer your time or support to the man in the first place - perhaps it was your too tender heart taking one roving glance over him and realizing that he simply looked like he needed someone. Eyes like a predator, narrowed and a sharp, angular frame in an oversized t-shirt. You met him through an online post looking for a roommate and desperation, and the end of your relationship, gave you no option but to accept. The situation appeared too fortuitously for you to turn it down.

The past nine months have gone as swimmingly as one could expect living with a stranger would, though. 

He comes and goes without much fuss but if you are honest with yourself - you find some of his habits strange. You try not to think too hard about them, after all you’re just his roommate and he owes you no explanation, but there are times where you wonder why he skulks late at night. When he comes home after these late night adventures, you always notice him looking rested the next day and it has never made sense to you. The dark circles under his eyes seem to magically abate and his posture fixes itself, walking tall and strong across the scuffed wooden floors the two of you share.

Aside from this, though - he pays his half of the rent on time, he manages to clean up after himself as well as you can expect, and he asks you no questions about who you are or what you’re doing with your life.

Until tonight, strangely enough.

“What are you gettin’ up to tonight?” 

Grimmjow’s voice is a growl more so than anything else, as long as you’ve known him it has been this way, but it sounds different. Lower, perhaps. You tip your head to the side and offer a half smile, shrugging and letting the collar of your oversized t-shirt fall off of your shoulder enough to expose the flesh beneath it.

“Weather’s supposed to be shitty so I’m staying in. Same as usual.” 

He hums his answer, stretching his legs to place his feet on the table across from the couch where you both sit. You take a moment to look over him - blue eyes and hair to match. You’ve never asked him if the hair color is natural, assuming the opposite is true, but you have never seen a hint of dark brown or blonde growing out of his head. 

In fact, there’s a lot of things you’ve never seen him do but you’ve always just assumed he does them at night while he’s out but you try too hard not to think about it. The two of you have a no questions asked policy, at least silently you’ve agreed to one but you bite further, breaking your own internal code to pry for details.

“How about you?”

Shifting where he sits, he puts his arms up over his head and readjusts his legs, one foot resting on top of the other. You watch his shift in posture, eyes trailing up long legs and admiring the way his bicep bulges with the angle his arm is bent at. It’s strange but you’ve never taken the time to really look at your roommate in all these months but now that you are.

He’s pretty hot. 

You look away quickly, hoping you weren’t caught in the act of boundary bouncing, placing your hands in your lap primly and he smirks, settling into the couch behind him with a few wiggles of his shoulders. He takes his turn looking at you, a smile you’re trying to hide and hair still damp after getting out of the shower, and he wonders how you haven’t caught onto him yet. This isn’t the first time he has eyed you with those blazing, partially sunken eyes but you feel the intensity of it this time and tuck your shoulders forward to hide the embarrassment of being seen.

“Might stick around,” he sniffs and wrinkles his nose. “Feelin’ kinda hungry though.”

Instantly, you beam. Perhaps this could be a good way for the two of you to actually get to know each other since you have never really shared a meal with the man outside of shitty pizza on the nights you’ve stayed up late enough to greet him before he leaves and doesn’t return until sunrise. 

“I can make us some dinner if you wanna stick around? If not, I get it, it’s not supposed to get super bad out until later.”

What you don’t realize is that the hunger he’s speaking of is something very different than what can be sated by what you’re offering. Despite this, for a brief moment, he considers it and you watch him do so. He licks his bottom lip, pink tongue darting out and takes one of his hands off of the back of his head  to rub his thumb in the wet trail left behind by the motion.

“Nah, I gotta do a couple things.”

Heat you’ve never felt before crawls up the back of your neck and you look away again. You’re flustered, the effortless eroticism of whatever just happened making your skin feel itchy, and he chuckles. 

What could possibly be so funny? 

You think of the question but don’t say it aloud, almost embarrassed at his reaction to you. Did you misread his suggestion? Did you just make the next three months of your lease unbearably awkward? 

Grimmjow takes his feet off the table and places them on the ground, leaning forward and your gaze falls on the forward bend of his spine and the way the overgrown hair at the nape of his neck curls slightly. 

Why are your eyes so drawn to him today? It feels as though it takes all of your self control just to look away but you manage to, cheeks warm and hairline dappled with sweat. This feeling is strange in a way that you lack the words to explain and you keep your eyes trained on the ground even as he stands up and stretches, his shirt exposing the bottom of his abdomen.

“I’ll take you up on your offer another night, though.”

Flicking your eyes upward, you catch the sliver of tanned skin just above his waistline and another rash of heat crawls across your face. Your mouth is dry and you nod, lifting your face enough to give him an uncertain and forced smile.

“You alright?” Again, you nod. It’s all you can do right now until you have a sip of water or get some air or…something. He smirks and gives you a sidelong glance as he heads toward the door.

“Get some fresh air, it might make you feel better.”

Your face heats further knowing that he can tell what’s happening to you but he makes no other comment. The sound of him slipping on his jacket and boots fills the otherwise quiet apartment and he opens the door hoping he can find something to sate this appetite before he comes home and makes it your problem.

Judging by how you reacted to him tonight, though, you may not be all that upset if he does make it your problem but that’s a boundary to be tested another time.

“Fuck,” you whimper with your lip tucked between your teeth, the squelching of your fingers working in and out of your own sopping cunt filling your bedroom interspersed with whines and moans both from you and the little video on your phone.

The moment Grimm left, the heat became unbearable. You thought about taking your shorts off right on the couch and letting your fingers explore but held yourself back, instead taking a few minutes to walk around, have something to drink, to see if the need started to feel less intense.

After several minutes of intense pacing, you decided to take care of the issue yourself. Sure, it’s perverted and wrong to feel this turned on simply by taking a good hard look at your damn near otherworldly roommate but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him and after this you’ll go back to keeping your distance.

Letting your fingers dip further inside of you, you gasp, mouth forming the first letter of his name. Immediately you freeze, shocked that you’d be so brazen despite the apartment being empty, and you shut your eyes tightly and silently work yourself toward orgasm with someone else’s pleas for more playing through the speaker on your phone. 

A little whimper is all you manage, walls clenching around your digits. It isn’t the best you’ve ever had but it isn’t the worst either and it seems like enough for now to help your racing heartbeat calm down to something more manageable. Withdrawing your fingers with a deep breath, filling your lungs completely before emptying them in the same fashion by exhaling, you roll over onto your side, locking and tossing your phone on the bedside table. 

What the fuck just happened? What the fuck has this entire evening been?

Chuckling at the absurdity of the past few hours, you reach around blindly for something to wipe your sticky hand on and settle on the t-shirt you discarded earlier. You know you need to get up but you feel pleasantly dazed instead, wiping your fingers and keeping your heavy eyes shut. 

Free from embarrassment and far less wound up, you start to doze. The room is cool and the fall storm the news warned you about blows outside, the gentle sound of thunder lulling you into an unexpected but much needed rest. 

You don’t know how much time has passed when you hear a knock, knock, knock at your cracked bedroom door.

Eyes fluttering open just enough to see Grimmjow standing in the doorway, you shut and open them just to make sure you’re really seeing what you’re seeing. It’s too dark to make out all of him but your blurry eyes scan his face, noticing his cheeks look almost hollow and the same deep dark circles beneath his eyes before he left tonight look darker and heavier. 

“Grimm?” You ask and his response is a low growl, footsteps echoing through your quiet room as he pads toward the edge of your bed. “Are you okay?”

He stalks like a predator across the floor, making methodical and swift footfalls at the foot of your bed. You sit up, forgetting that you fell asleep completely nude, and his pacing stops when his eyes settle on your exposed breasts, your blanket bunched beneath them.

“I’m hungry,” he repeats just as he did earlier and you are too tired to figure out what he means. Giggling, you still haven’t noticed the way he eyes you hungrily, stiffened nipples grabbing his attention and keeping it. 

“Couldn’t find anything good to eat while you were out?”

Your words are a jumble, something that would make sense to no one else but the man who has lived with you for 9 months who has figured out your morning sleepy voice and the way it all blurs together. He approaches the edge of your bed and sits down, watching you lay back down and settle against your comforter.

“Nothing sounded good,” he admits, flipping around and crawling on all fours up the bed. You’re so sweet and disarmed, rain pattering on the windowpane while your chest rises and falls and your eyes fight to stay shut. “Definitely not as good as what’s at home.”

You giggle again, eyes closed so you don’t notice the way the distance between the two of you closes further. His body is large but lithe and each movement sends him closer and closer to you until he catches the scent of something familiar.

Arousal. 

He grins, feral and large, crawling the extra few inches to fully envelop you. Caging you in with his arms, your eyes open and see his face inches from yours, his bare chest almost pressing against your own.

“What are you doing?”

The question doesn’t seem alerted or concerned, just curious, and sleepy you reaches out to brush your fingers down the defined bicep holding him up. He chuckles and the sound makes the same heat you felt hours ago crawl up your neck and that’s the moment you realize something is different about him. Your hackles raise slightly and you sit up but he pushes you back down gently, hand splayed between your breasts.

“You said I could come to you for anything I needed, right?”

Despite the fact his hand feels so hot it could burn a hole straight through your body, you nod. You offered yourself months ago and he had yet to take advantage of your kindness. Leaning down, he watches your eyes fully open and presses his forehead to yours.

“I need you,” he mutters and your eyes meet his. A storm of blue, a flurry of something you have never seen before. He groans, almost looking pained and you gasp and hold onto his bicep. You can put two and two together, intelligent and alert enough to manage that much, and your hand slides over where his palm rests on your chest. 

“Like this?” You ask, sliding his hand from the space between your breasts to cupping one of them and he nearly growls feeling your skin beneath his fingers. His thumb dances over your hardened nipple and you gasp, shivering beneath him.

“Bet you never thought you’d end up with somethin’ like me in your apartment,” he taunts, hand tracing down your body, mapping out your stomach and hips. You don’t think much of his words, lost to the sensation of being touched and the heat incinerating all rational thought inside of you, but one word catches your interest and you repeat it.

“Don’t you mean someone?”

Another chuckle shakes his body, his fingers caressing your thigh. He shakes his head where it’s pressed against yours and you can only watch when he licks his lips again just as he did earlier, the motion making your head spin.

“Nah, I’m a somethin’.”

With this, he wants to stop further questioning and he leans in to kiss you. By this point your mind should be catching up, alert and awake, but you aren’t convinced this isn’t some kind of strange horny dream you managed to conjure up so you kiss him back eagerly. The wet sound of lips smacking together in a frenzy fills the room, tongues sliding against one another and you even yelp when he nips at your lower lip, sucking the fullness of it into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, hand that was tracing across your thighs now pushing them open. He paws at your still slick pussy, a thick finger slipping between your lips with little resistance. He revels in the feeling of your hot arousal, smearing it around your hole and rubbing little circles around your clit rather than on it that make you whimper.

“Grimm,” you pant and he only chuckles, a second digit joining the first in spreading your wetness. The pressure of the two fingers makes your hips buck, desperate for more.

“You've been having fun without me? Sure feels like it.”

Puzzled, you wonder what he means until you realize that he can insert a finger inside of you without any resistance, still worked open from your previous attempts to get yourself off. Walls clenching around the single digit, he groans into your ear. Your warmth feels luxurious, like silk. It’s more than he could have ever hoped for.

“I don’t mind,” he continues massaging your walls with his finger in the way only an expert can. You surely must be dreaming, none of your other partners have ever been this skilled with just their fingers, and you let yourself have this moment. What’s the worst that could happen? “Gettin’ this eager little pussy all ready for me is almost too nice of you.”

The words are filthy and they make you whine, hips bucking against his hand and where it rests over the top of your pelvis. You’re greedy, desperate for more. He could do just about anything to you right now and you know that you’d let him, drooling pussy leaking down his finger.

“You want more? Tired of feelin’ so empty?”

The slow rolls of your hips tell him all he needs to know and he uses his free hand to slip out of the sweatpants he wore into your bedroom, cock already hard and leaving a wet spot on the front of them. He rolls his eyes, tossing them aside as fluidly as he can while still keeping you full of his fingers.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you what we both need. Gonna fill this fuckin’ slutty pussy up, give you what you were almost beggin’ me for earlier.”

Ah yes, that. Even dream you can’t escape the embarrassment of his effect on you in the living room but you let the feeling go, instead focusing on how good it feels every time the pad of his finger brushes against the spot deepest inside of you that your own fingers could never reach. 

“I want it,” you admit aloud. He smirks, finger withdrawing from you and making you whine. Your body feels as hot as it did hours ago and twice as wound up, clit throbbing from lack of attention. Blood pulses in your ears and you look up, witnessing the way he’s coating his shaft in his own precum with a gasp.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna fill you up just like you need,” he coos, it’s so condescending but you hardly notice, too busy reveling in the way it feels when the fat head of his cock brushes through your folds. You don’t have to think about anything right now and you embrace the feeling, allowing him control. 

What he doesn’t mention is that he needs it even more than you do, the maw inside of him demanding that he slip inside of you just like he is now.

He shudders, body tensing as he sheaths himself inside of you in one sharp movement, your breath catching in your throat when his balls slap against your ass. He’s so impossibly deep and despite how wet and opened up you are, your cunt stretches deliciously to accommodate his girth. 

Again, this has to be a dream. Nothing in real life could ever feel this good and your toes curl, spread legs shifting to link at the ankles and wrap around his waist. You feel the firmness of his ass against your calves as he grinds into you, the gentleness ending as quickly as it started when he draws his hips back completely and thrusts back inside of you in one swift motion.

Your back arches off of the bed and he drinks in the sight of you, flashes of lightning outside allowing enough light to leak in to give him a good look at everything he has been vying to see. The knot inside of him slowly starts to untangle, his furious pace making your body bounce up the bed and he wonders why he waited this long to just give in.

Perhaps he’s losing his touch after years. He could’ve just snuck in and taken you any evening he wanted to, you wouldn’t be the first he’d done it to given his nearly unquenchable thirst, but he wanted you to want it too. To want him. To give yourself to him.

He chuckles like a wild man, leaning over your body and kissing you again while holding your hips in place to fuck you wildly.

“Takin’ me so well I might have to make you all mine,” he offers and you moan, clenching around him. So you liked that, he takes a note. You like being wanted, you like being taken. He knew it from the moment he saw you but he always loves it when a gut feeling is confirmed. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Lettin’ an incubus use your pussy whenever he wants like a slut, right?”

Your eyes widen at the word. Incubus - you recall reading some asinine online story about a woman who swore she’d been fucked by one years ago but again, this is your weird dream about your abnormally hot roommate so you don’t question it. 

“Yeah, I love it Grimm,” you whisper against his mouth, tongue too heavy to say much else. You’ve never felt like this before, body singing and silky walls clinging to his cock, and you’re ready to let yourself start the endless freefall of pleasure, eyes shutting tightly while he grunts above you.

“That’s right, I can feel it. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

Keeping your eyes screwed shut, you only nod and he lets you grind against his pelvis, clit brushing the dusting of blue hair at the base of his cock. It’s soft and silky and it’s just what you need, friction spurring you further into bliss as you cum with a shout, eyes shooting open.

This isn’t a dream, you realize suddenly, feeling Grimm’s cock drilling in and out of you at a breakneck pace. You are in your bed, thunder rolling outside, your phone on the bedside table, your body bouncing with every thrust. Your blue haired roommate hovers just above you, face twisted in pleasure while glancing down at where the two of you are joined, the slick sound of your pussy bringing you to reality.

This is really happening and honestly, you just..let it. 

Reaching for Grimmjow, you card your fingers through his hair, and he lets his eyes flutter closed. Your fingers dance through the same short hair at the nape of his neck you were admiring hours earlier and he grunts, hips stilling. Using both hands to hold you in place, he fills your eager cunt full of his creamy release and you moan along with him.

Unceremoniously, he slumps forward and your chests touch. You giggle and kiss his forehead, looking down to see him looking far better than he did when he entered your room. His eyes don’t gleam dangerously anymore and the dark circles seem to have sorted themselves out, his face resting on the top of your breast.

“Hey Grimm?”

He looks up, surprised you’re alert enough to even let that much come out of your mouth. 

“Everything you said…”

You don’t have to elaborate further, he’s aware of what you’re asking. Is it true? Did he admit what he really is, what the source of his appetite is?

“Yup.”

You don’t ask for further explanation and he doesn’t plan on giving it, content to let you run your fingers through his hair as the storm rages outside.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

To the Other Side

Spontaneous fic I decided to write because I want to witness Fellow and Rollo interact (outside of fan art) 💕 I took a lot of inspiration from The Other Side and The Greatest Show from the same musical, and this fan comic and this fan art.

There’s just something so fun about Fellow’s happy, playful vibes mingling with Rollo being deadly serious and hateful 😂

***SPOILER WARNING: Glorious Masquerade and Stage in Playful Land!!!***

Imagine this…

The nearby town was the only reprieve Rollo had from Night Raven College. Magic was school-sanctioned (in theory), but the rule did little to curb the spells fired off in spontaneous spats between classes, pranks, resolving minor inconveniences, and—this made his lip curl the most—for fun. He turned the other cheek in the presence of instructors, chided classmates when catching them in the act, and vented his anger in private.

Soon, he told himself. Soon, this loathsome school exchange program would be over, and Night Raven College put behind him. But one man can only take so much sin before his patience threatened to give, irritation spilling over his carefully constructed walls.

Out here, a bus ride away from campus, he was free from those vile villains, however fleeting it was. The air cleaner, his mind clearer, as he breathed in the salt-kissed, balmy air. Waves lapping against the pier, the town’s comfortable hum as time rolled by, a soothing song.

He looked out at the waters, blue tipped with the white of sunshine dappling a painting. It was alive, yet at peace with the world. Knew its place.

Rollo's eyes drift shut, and he allowed the sea to envelop him. Quiet, calming, completely—

“Oya? Oya oya oyaaaaa?"

An exaggerated drawl invaded his ears. It was an unfamiliar man’s voice, slick with overly honeyed friendliness.

“You there, sir!” he called out. “Might I have a moment of your time?”

Ignore him, Rollo coached himself. He is not referring to you. There are many people in the town he could be accosting.

The crack of a clap on his shoulder suggested otherwise.

Rollo’s tranquility splintered and shattered, like glass dropped. His eyes snapped open again, alert and irritated.

A man had emerged on his left, and a small boy on his right. They stood too close for comfort, and seemed to be leering at him. From up, from down, encasing him in a web of excited stares.

The man had ginger hair in a widow's peak, the rest swept aside to make way for sharp eyes. His suit was fine at a glance, olive vest and neat cravat, violet coat with golden details and tassels cinched over it—but upon closer inspection, there was a hole in the pinkie finger of his long white gloves, and a miscellaneous diamond patchwork of patterns running down his trousers.

Something about him screamed “showman". Perhaps it was the jaunty half cape that hung off his left shoulder or the knee-high spats over shoes that clicked loudly, calling attention to him, with each step. Maybe it was the sparkle-studded top hat upon his head, nestled between two twitching ears, or the cheery flicker of his bushy tail, or the cane in hand, topped with a golden fox. (... Rollo suspected it was his boldness, the sheer audacity to insert himself where he wasn’t needed.)

The boy with the showman was a cat beastman, shorter and disposition shyer. His hair was a red-brown rat's nest even clamped under a smaller, brightly colored top hat, his fur just as unkempt. The only thing that seemed to fit on his slight frame is a lilac shirt and a small bow tie. His mustard yellow jacket looked as though it has had its body sheared in half, then the fabric stuck back onto the oversized sleeves, the pants attached to his overalls saggy and patched up with the wrong patterns. Even his boots were wrong—untied—and socks mismatched.

He blinked at Rollo through eyes that sloped downward, his expression lax. His mouth was steady beneath a spray of dark freckles. The boy held onto a comedically large hammer, hands still trapped in his enormous sleeves as he gripped its handle.

Suspicious, Rollo concluded. They are highly suspicious individuals.

“… May I help you?” he asked, not out of kindness but as a courtesy.

“Ohoh!!” The man grinned broadly. “That composed stride! That stern, solitary gaze! Those extravagant robes! So sensible, so conventional. There’s no doubt in my mind! You, my good man, must hail from THE Noble Bell College!”

Rollo’s mouth was quickly forming a frown. A fan of flattery he was not. "What of it?”

The stranger chuckled, the coy hand on Rollo's shoulder not budging. The warmth of it made his skin crawl in spite of the layers of fabric separating them. "You've come a long way from the Shaftlands then! Tell me, how do you find Sage's Island? Is it everything you’ve dreamed it to be—or, dare I say, more?”

“I was beginning to enjoy it, right up until you and your companion happened upon me,” Rollo grumbled, jerking his shoulder away from the stranger’s touch. “I do not have many opportunities to steal away into town.”

“You have my humblest of apologies!” The man bowed deeply. It took a few seconds of lag, but the boy clumsily followed suit. “Gidel and I, we’re the curious sort, you see! We come across many wary souls on our own travels, and we want to get to know them. Isn’t that right, Giddie?”

Gidel nodded eagerly.

The fox beastman stuck out a hand, taking Rollo’s before he was given the chance to reciprocate or decline. He shook firmly, with enough strength to rattle around Rollo’s bones. “Fellow Honest’s the name! And you, my esteemed gentleman?”

“Rollo Flamme.” His reply was curt, intended to cut the conversation short with its bluntness. He tried to sidestep the man, but failed as Fellow slid to block him.

“Rollo—may I call you that? Great, greeat!!” he gushed, again not pausing for a “no” to potentially slip in. “From just a glance, I can tell you’re an upstanding, diligent student. You’ve been hitting the books so hard, you’ve barely gotten in a wink of sleep!”

Rollo’s mouth pinched. It was not an uncommon comment for him to hear, but he wasn’t the least bit delighted to have it spun as a compliment either.

“You poor, poor boy! You must be a nervous wreck!” Fellow sighed, sympathetically stroking the back of one of Rollo’s hands with his own. The student shuddered and pulled away with a slight glare. Rather than taking note of the displeasure, Fellow brightened, snapping his fingers. “That’s it! You are a nervous wreck!! We must diagnose this case at once.”

To Rollo’s bewilderment, Fellow produced a pair of spectacles from his breast pocket and slipped them onto his face. Gidel whipped out a notebook and a pencil from his overalls, poised to take notes.

“Let’s have a look at you!”

Fellow circled the dazed Rollo, poking and prodding at the boy’s lean frame with the butt of his cane. It bit into his ribs, his cheek, his thighs, as Fellow rattled off nonsensical phrases, Gidel reverently scrawling them down. Rollo swatted at the fox as if dispelling a pesky bug—but Fellow was too fast, too slippery, to land a clean hit on.

He at last stepped back, snatching up the notes from Gidel. (Rollo caught a brief glimpse of the writing—it was nothing close to what could pass as language.)

Fellow raked a hand through his hair as he seriously took in the report of scribbles. With each passing second, his features increasingly crinkled with concern. "Oh me, oh my, oh dear!! Alas, it's just as I suspected!"

"... What?"

The glasses and the notepad were promptly discarded. Props made meaningless now that their purpose was fulfilled.

Fellow snaked an arm around Rollo. Firmer this time, not something to be shaken off. "You, my boy, are allergic! To this drudgery! This cage, these walls!" He wildly gestured with his cane to their surroundings. "This life you're trapped in! You're stressed, depressed, mad, sad, miserable, all of the above!"

Each adjective thrown out drew Rollo's brows closer and closer together until there was no hiding his grimace. “I do not appreciate the unwarranted judgments being made of my character.”

"You see! My hunch was right!" Fellow flicked at a corner of Rollo's frown. It deepened. "There's only one cure for what you have: a vacation! And luckily for you, I have exactly what you need right here…!”

Reaching into his sleeve, Fellow retrieved a single ticket, sandwiched between two lithe fingers. The sepia image of an amusement park wreathed in flags was frames in crimson, blue, and gold. Admit One, trumpeted the ticket, to Playful Land.

“It just so happens that I, Fellow-sama, am the manager to the fabled amusement park of wonder, hopes, and dreams... Playful Land! Have you heard of it? It's a magical place with a plethora of rides, games, song and dance! Why, there's even a big stage where any member of the audience can be a rising star! The food, all free and ample!! You can gorge yourself on fun!! Doesn't that sound like a swell dream?"

Rollo deadpanned. "If by 'dream', you mean dreadful. To encourage casting aside one's inhibitions to indulge in all manner of vices... Your establishment is no paradise. It is a den of depravity, hell masquerading as heaven.”

"Eh?"

The strong hostility seemed to throw Fellow for a loop, gave him pause. He fumbled for a moment before finding his words again.

"My, my! Your allergies are worse than I thought...! Every kid needs to kick back one in a while, and you most of all! Since we're such good friends now, I would be more than happy to gift this prized ticket, good only for tomorrow, to you free of charge!" He winked, giving a theatrical twirl of his cane. Stars and sparkles exuded out from it. A small charm, a harmless trick. "No need to thank me!"

Rollo's eyes flashed, instant recognition setting him on edge. Similar items infested the City of Flowers every Topsy Turvy Day—enchanted handkerchiefs, tambourines infused with meager magic.

Disgust roiled through him.

"We have no such friendship," Rollo snippily corrected him. Is this man delusional? "Furthermore, tomorrow is a school day. It wouldn't do to miss it in favor of gallivanting."

“Now, now, I insist!!” Fellow pressed. “Please accept this ticket and take a load off, enjoy yourself. Live a little, laugh a little! The last thing I would want is for you to miss out on this once in a lifetime opportunity!! Skipping a single day of school wouldn't be too harmful for a star-studded scholar like yourself."

His gaze flicked to Gidel. The two shared a keen glint, a subtle signal, then broke out into a show, a flurry of tap dancing along the pier.

"Trade in your typical for somethin' magical!” Fellow cried with the tip of his top hat. “Where it’s covered in all the colored lights!! Where the runaways are runnin’ the night!”

Gidel fished out a party popper from under his own headwear. When he tugged on its string, crackles filled the air, the popper letting loose a shower of glittering particles. Fellow belted out a hearty laugh, swinging his cane to catch confetti.

"Come on to the theater!!” he urged—mostly likely reciting some park motto, Rollo ventured. “In Playful Land... Life is Fun!!"

Fellow struck a pose with his arms thrust out, punctuating the performance. Gidel was less dexterous, and settled for an awkward approximation of the same pose.

Expectant for applause.

“… Charming display,” Rollo remarked dryly. He picked out a limp streamer from his hair. With a huff, he blew the remaining confetti off of him. “However, only a blithering fool would accept such a dubious offer. Is that what you take me for, Mr. Honest? A blithering fool?”

Fellow recoiled, his ears flattening, and his bravado faltering. Gidel glanced at the older man, soulful eyes full of worry.

"You must have fantasized about a day off before! Don't you want to get away and forget about your work and worries? Don’t you crave freedom?”

"No."

"What of the desire to chase thrills? To see and to experience what few others have before, or to relive a childhood you've perhaps never had? Don't you want to cut loose? Go crazy? Party all day?"

"Never."

"How about stardom? Play a different role? Have you a longing to stand upon a grand stage, hundreds of thousands of adoring fans applauding your passionate performances?"

"Not once."

His patience wore thin like a braided rope down to its final connecting threads. Rollo tapped a finger against his folded arms. "Are you finished? I tire of my precious time being wasted. If you will kindly excuse me."

He turned back toward the town. Rollo was a few steps along a shop-lined street when, suddenly, the odd duo reappeared. They skidded to a panting stop before Rollo, walling off his path. Well, more Fellow than Gidel.

A look of annoyance ripped across the fox’s face. “HOLD ON!! What kind of person plays hard to get and then walks away from a conversation like that?! Would it kill you to stop and just listen to me, you bra…”

Fellow petered off midsentence and backpedaled, smoothing out his spite into a smile. "...aaave soul! I've yet to meet someone as assertive and as self-assured as you are.” He reached out and brushed off an invisible fleck of dust from Rollo’s robes. Simpering. “You're a man that knows exactly what he wants!”

Rollo bristled. He hadn't missed the sudden shift in his chummy behavior. All the more reason to suspect them. They’re very clearly up to something.

"Yes, yes, I can see it now!" Fellow continued, stroking his chin in contemplation. "What you seek is not amusement! You’re longing—no, aching—for something far greater, more ambitious!"

He leaned into Rollo's ear, cupping a hand to it. Gidel came from the other side, staring up curiously. Fellow’s voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Power, perhaps? The magical kind, even.”

Rollo visibly stiffened.

“Oh, have I got your attention?” The curve of Fellow’s mouth cocked, going crooked. A triumphant smirk. “You’re interested, I know it! Buried in those bones of yours, there's an ache, a thirst, for knowledge that you can't ignore!"

The fox wiggled a finger, his words rapt with wonder. “Playful Land is the product of maaany wise and talented mages! If you pay us a visit, you might be able to learn a thing or two from observing how we run the show. It's a valuable learning opportunity for a student of an arcane academy! How about it, kid? This surely is a deal you wouldn't want to pass up!!"

There was no indication of any feeling in Rollo's face. His eyes had glazed over, as though haunted, a veil shrouding his vision. He stared at Fellow as though he were a distant phantom.

Spin, spin. Fellow's cane did a little dance of its own. "Think of it: the fire, the freedom, the flood of magic. Blinding and outshining anything that you could know!"

Fire.

Rollo blinked. The veil lifted, and the man was rudely roused from an awake slumber. Neutrality replaced with a kindling emotion, sparse embers that did not yet know they would converge into flames. "... What did you say?"

"Everything you could ever want. Everything you could ever need," Fellow tapped the waiting ticket, "is here right in front of you. This is where dreams are made, where the impossible comes true: Playful Land. This is where you want to be—"

The fire flared, bile rising from his throat. Beneath his skin, blood came to a rapid boil. Hot, screeching, an intense fever pitch. The heat like a knife slashing through strings.

Hands lashed out, fervently seizing Fellow's arms. Rollo clutched onto him, a desperate parishioner to a priest preaching at the pulpit. But there was no such blind devotion in his expression, only something wild, untamable, twisted.

“What did you say?!” Rollo hissed, low and dangerous. Threatening.

Gidel jumped and skittered behind Fellow, hiding himself from view. The fox's hand found its way to Gidel's back to support the trembling boy.

"You've been mouthing off for quite some time, and I've been far more patient than you deserve." Rollo cut to the mustard yellow sleeve clinging to Fellow's leg. "You have a child with you. Refrain from spouting such ridiculous vulgarities in front of them.”

“Wh-What…!!”

“Is this the game you play?” Rollo’s grip tightened. Voice hoarse, a pained shudder threading through it. “Tempting children with the promise of whimsy and fun, encouraging them to be intoxicated by magic...!"

While you stand by, doing nothing.

An untimely demise by magic, a fate he knew all too well.

Consumed alive in a hellish inferno. Only a curtain of smoke and ash remaining. Slipping through his grasp when he was standing right there.

Brother...

Hot tears stung his eyes—but they dissipated near instantaneously, staved off by his burning fury. Anger and upset rapidly overtaking him.

Not again. He would not stand for it to happen, would not surrender. This, he swore, with a resolute breath, and cried out with all of his seething soul.

"Hmph! I thought you witless before, but it seems you are not a clown," Rollo spat. "You are the entire circus."

Fellow gave a light, cumbrous chuckle—but his eyes narrowed. Gone was his cheer, his merrymaking. What remained was serious, astute. "... Hey now, that's a scary face you're making. Is this really how you want to spend your days? Let's lighten up a little."

A bitter scoff sounded.

“Continue this farce, and I will not stop at raking you across the coals," Rollo warned darkly. Fire licked his fingertips, close to bursting free. "I will show you just how scary I can be. The righteous flames of judgment are cleansing. They will purge all sin, reducing the wicked to mere specks of ash."

He released Fellow with a slight shove. The older man fell back a few steps, finding his balance again when Gidel pushed him upright with a silent grunt.

“If you understand, then I will be on my way. Good day to you.”

With the path cleared, Rollo stormed right by them. Robes billowing in a passing sea breeze and austere face to the town, he almost looked the part of a hero emerging triumphant from battle.

Back to his everyday life, the same side as always.

Fellow gaped after the boy’s retreating figure. At the prey slipping away from every carefully placed trap he and Gidel had laid out for him.

"Well, I never...!!" he groused. A fresh, foul mood ripe like a rain cloud over his head, Fellow discarded his smile for a sneer. "HIIIIIIE~ What was up with that arrogant brat?!”

Gidel shrugged, his comedically large sleeves flopping as he threw his hands up.

"Damn it!!" The curse was out before Fellow could cut it off. "Next time I see that guy, I'll teach him a lesson for looking down on us!"

He angrily kicked at a soda can on the ground—abandoned by a wayward townsperson. With a CRUNCH, the can launched into a nearby lamp post, ricocheting off its base and bouncing back. The can connected with Fellow's kneecap. He yelped and seized his injury, trying to contain the pain.

Eyes blown open in alarm, Gidel rushed to him. The boy was waved off, Fellow's whimpers eventually dying down.

"My sulking worried you? … You're seriously too good for this cruddy world, Gidel," Fellow muttered, shaking his head. He ruffled the cat beastman’s mane of hair, the roughness of it grazing the unguarded pinkie poking out from his one damaged glove. "Never change, got that?“

Gidel bobbed up and down in agreement.

“Good.” Fellow drew himself up and adjusted his jacket. “Tch. Kids these days sure are spoiled rotten. You promise them the world and they still blow you off."

His thoughts settled on the boy from before. The remarks they had traded, the resistance the target had put up.

I thought a bit of magic would help loosen the kid up—but Life is Fun didn’t work on him, Fellow mused. I cast it so many times too. Between my magic and charisma, they usually cave so easily.

Yet Rollo had regarded him like a man possessed, had regarded him with such hatred. The mad, tormented look in his face. An iron barrier against the fluttery, champagne laced lull of his spell.

"... Must be somethin' wrong with him," Fellow concluded. All kinds of fucked up in the head and in the heart. "Yup, that's gotta be it! This Fellow-sama's way too cool to be outdone by any old student.”

Again, Gidel nodded enthusiastically.

“It’s alright, there’s bound to be flops! We’ll have to pick out our next mark much more cautiously.” Fellow shaded his eyes and squinted. “Let’s see…"

Gidel trailed after his gaze. Combing through a crowd for easy pickings was child’s play for Fellow, but the young boy struggled to hone in on the monotony of minute details. Little nervous tics and hesitations, chinks in armor to exploit. They were present, but Gidel’s eyes were like a broken camera. Zooming in, then out, blurring, never able to fully focus.

His attention strayed, slowly meandering back back to the piers. The sea was a simple thing compared to the town—natural, unrestrained. So easy to understand.

“Maybe that one… no, no, that would never work,” Fellow mumbles to himself. “They’re in too large of a group to comfortably break through. The girl over there? Tsk, the parents are hovering, can’t risk that…”

His eyes ran along the bustling town and along the docks. Like fingers along book spines or piano keys, a quick, light caress. Effortless.

Then he came to a full stop.

Did a double take.

And stared.

Hard.

There, lazily parked by the piers, was a small gang of boys, each dressed in the same smart black blazer and trousers, vests and armbands an assortment of colors. Tucked into their breast pockets were fountain pens topped off with magestones. Their style, those emblems, famous.

Fellow smacked Gidel’s back, snapping the boy to attention.

“Look alive, Giddie! You see that?” He pointed with his cane. “Those uniforms are…!”

His face lit up with understanding. Mouth ajar, eyes wide, brows raised.

“We’re in luck today!” Fellow snickered. He tugged on Gidel’s sleeve, yanking the youth to him. “Hurry, let’s get in front of them! We’ll cut them off, pretend as though we’ve bumped into them by accident. Then, we pounce…!!”

Gidel lifted his hammer—a cheer.

The duo scampered down the street, hearts drumming in their chests and adrenaline pumping. In that moment, they brimmed with all the hope and the excitement that Rollo had failed to exhibit. They were children racing to a dream destination, fools wishing upon stars.

Elsewhere in the town, someone sneezed.

Rollo pressed his handkerchief to his nose, retreating further into his robes. “… The weather suddenly took a turn for the worse. What an ominous omen.”

[the-broken-truth]

Introducing: The Self-Aware/Overseer AU

Broken: I have recently been reading stories about a game called "Self-Aware TWST". In this game, the characters are aware of the player controlling their story, as well as a vessel is known as "Yuu" or "The Ramshackle Prefect". The characters also see the player as the "God of Twisted Wonderland".

Inspired by this concept, I have decided to create my own characters - the Overseer Twins of Twisted Wonderland. They are a brother and sister duo who are believed to have created Twisted Wonderland, the Great Seven, and magic itself. Despite their immense power, they chose to live among their creations in mortal bodies and possess powerful magic.

In reality, the twins possess powerful magic, but when they arrive at Night Raven, they try to conceal their true identities as deities. However, the 22 main characters recognize their eyes and their voices from their time watching Wonderland from an unknown realm.

[wren-dy-flowergarden]

hello! i really enjoyed your newest sebek fluff that you wrote its rlly good! 🫶 i love it!

if you have the time, maybe write another one ? maybe one where sebek takes reader back to his hometown where they have a little cafe date in the cold weather? super cute cozy stuff 🥺 tysm

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ A/N: Awww thank you for the request! I hope that I'm able to fully give you the same Sebek energy he is so funny. Cozy Coffee dates are my favorite trope every- and also flower shop AU hehe. I really hope you enjoy this!!! I tried a new style also, so let me know if you life this as well!!! Request are still open! *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ Sebek x f!reader *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ WC: 680words, bulletpoint story *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴Tags: fluff, cuteness overload, comfy coffee dates disguised as invading an evil castle, light teasing

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When Sebek invites you to his hometown- Briar Valley- it comes as a welcomed surprise. He talks of his hometown with such enthusiasm- the training range, the lakes his grandfather used to take him, the best places to hunker down on stormy nights.

It was cute the way he stopped by Ramshackle to help you pack, holding up mismatched pair of gloves, exclaiming that due to the number of holes in them, they would not keep you warm. Neither will your thin long sleeves... Neither will your ankle socks... The next day you see him rush in with an oversized jacket that hit your kneecaps, a warm, cream-colored hat, and gloves that matched his.

You can see the way his eyes shine when you step out of the mirror, close to night. Dark trees contrast against snow-topped mountains, the city itself bustling with the use of magic. Gems embedded into their heaters leave the cobblestone path clean of any sleet that may cause injury. It felt like a city made of fairytales.

Sebek sees the way your mouth is open in awe and tuts his head in victory.

“See human! Nothing can compare to the magnificence of Brair Valley!” His hand extends as if decorated the whole plaza by himself, smile widening, “Not even Night Raven Academy can compare to this brilliance.” You just laugh, tiny pearls of sound echo out of you as he pulls you, side by side explaining each detail of his childhood.

How he hit his knee on the fountain there and dented the fountain itself. His favorite candy store now turned into a small grocery pop-up his mother would take him and his siblings. A café that the grownups would never let him or his childhood friends enter because they make too much of a ruckus. He said it looked like the castle to conquer as they trained as small squires back then.

You can see his point. With a dark green roof and muted brown paint, painted against it were murals of gargoyles and delicate rose flowers blooming by the windows almost alive. Tacked to the forehead of the door you see the sign open- warm orange lights calling you from the cold outside, no matter how many layers you wore. You tug his sleeve, breaking Sebek from his monologue, “Let’s go in. You know- to fulfill your childhood dreams.”

It doesn’t take much to convince him when you make it a challenge and he sputters how he is a real knight now that he is ready for anything now trained, and how he could protect Lord Malleus-

A chaste kiss to his lips for silence, you pull him behind you opening the front door as you lead into a comfy café. Antique wooden chairs that were decorated with mini gargoyles, a candle- lantern spiny lazily with small- what you can assume fairies keeping the fire warm. You take the table next to the fireplace, Sebek hates it cold.

Lifting the menu, you see delicately painted pictures of lattes to teas- you thought that this be a bar considering what he said about grownups not letting him in before. Sebek brows are furrowed as well as he flips the menu back and forward- he must also have the same confusion as you. It’s too cute not to tease!

You reach over the table and take his hands, “Stop that. I know we are at the center of the evil headquarters but that doesn’t mean you can give yourself away oh knight.” Sebek scoffs but doesn’t pull away from your warmth, “What can a weakling life you do to protect I?” You give a soft smile as you pull his hands closer to your side of the table, “Why I’m much stronger than you?” As you do you lean over to kiss both of his knuckles, and he sputters retracting his hands like fire touched them. Another laugh leaves you as you pick up the menu again, Sebek squirming in his seat, “Now, what shall we order?”

[crummblycakkes]

I'm back twst tumblr with somewhat of a profile for this au (twst as god intended: criminals and villains) warning because I think this is a LOT of text

In this au, Night Raven College is a sort of juvenile detention to hold the worst of the worst: powerful mages that cannot be contained elsewhere. It's placement is on Sage Island, where no one can leave, but also coincidentally only half an island away from the top school in all of Twisted Wonderland: Royal Sword Academy

Though it's purpose is to hold and rehabilitate and continue to teach the boys stuck in nrc, the schools budget has deteriorated so much due to having to pay for building damages that it can no longer pay for real therapists and good teachers

That's where rsa comes in! this year, rsa has established a volunteer program for it's students where they will go to nrc as staff and hopefully help its poor students think about improving their lives

it ends up being way more chaotic than they expect...

So we're starting with:

Heartslabyul!

Riddle Rosehearts has two attempted murder charges, one being against a magicless human and the other being against a trained magician (his mother, celebrate! ms rosehearts almost died!) and a couple of theft charges

To get a better grasp on the situation that lead him there, Riddle actually meets Trey when he's 15 instead of 8, ms rosehearts finds out and gets trey sentenced to night raven on false charges, leading riddle to look for ways to rebel even harder

so he moved on to theft, things like small convenience store stuff that he could fit into his pockets, one time snatching a box of cigarettes an employee forgot to put away after someone wanted to see them

that's where he got the smoking habit. it felt good to break rules, doing stuff his mother would be appaled by

"how does he get cigarettes at nrc?" azul.

he gets caught and freaks out, gravely injuring an innocent employee and running home in panic

his mother is upset because she didn't even know he snuck out and now she's finding out he's stealing and hurting people, they get into a fight, the authorities come in to see Riddle being very aggressive and take him in

he doesn't like his red hair and dyed it blue the same week he became housewarden (dye from azul again) and his uniforms are oversized because I like the detail that his gym uniform is oversized

Trey Clover, like I said before, attended night raven on fake charges at first but when he was released and returned home he was jittery and nervous all the time

no one knows what happened, but one slow day at the bakery a fight breaks out and treyy is the only standing with 15 people on the ground, all injured

he claimed he didn't do it at first, but layer changed his story to being self defense, but he was carted back to night raven again

he tries to be good but it's really hard when everyone else are actual rowdy evil people and are willing to commit actual crimes for malleus draconia

design wise I wanted him to look like a bit of a nerd

I like Cater a lot but also wanted to spice up his design a little.

in Canon he's against magicam monsters but here? he's the magicam monster boss. he's lost all his sense of self and dignity just for pictures. he's sold pictures of Vil Schoenheit to tabloids before

specifically his crimes are loitering and stalking and breaking and entering and using his magic to get away with it

Rook calls him the chasseur de bonheur here, he likes to take pictures of people smiling and being happy, which would be good if he were some sort of street photographer doing candid shots with consent but he's not

no one knows where he got the camera and film (it was azul)

Deuce the baby. he's here for normal delinquent stuff and aggravated assault on a magicless human

he really wants to get better, he's just normal deuce spade

wears his bow crooked because he doesn't really know how to tie one perfectly yet and he would like to take the piercings off but people seem to like them

Ace almost didn't get in but he's shoplifter an accumulated 10k from stores including alcohol using his wind magic, so he qualified

it hasn't really sinked in yet that he's in here he's having normal teenager fun

Alan Rabbithole, the volunteer from rsa

not a girl not a boy but a secret third thing (anxious mess)

he's already regretting his decision tye moment he sees chainsmoker riddle and wonders if it's even worth it to get him to stop

[twstmagica]

Magical Girl Yuu's First Day pt 4

“Listen dude, I don't know what kind of cult thing you’ve got here and at this point I don't care. I just need to get back home before my mentor freaks out.”

This time it really isn't Yuu’s fault she got lost!

“Cult?! Night Raven College is the most prestigious school in all of Twisted Wonderland!”

“Cool story bro. You still kidnapped me.”

“The black carriage does not kidnap – !”

“The what?”

So according to Birdman all students are recruited via some spooky carriage and horse that Yuu does not remember seeing.

Actually she can't remember anything of how she got here. The day was Tuesday, or maybe Wednesday?  She had been getting ready for… something important. Something that had the adult magica gearing up. Yuu remembers a sense of urgency, this had been different from the usual fiend attacks. 

What happened? Did something go wrong? 

For the first time since waking up Yuu feels truly scared.

Panic rises as she tries to go over what enemies could have the power to transport someone while fogging their memories.

Meanwhile!

Totally oblivious to Yuu’s mental crisis, Birdman was reaching his own conclusions.

“... truly weren't meant to be here then that could explain why you couldn't be sorted. I suppose there's nothing for it. Step back in front of the mirror, young man.”

Finally Crowley looks back at the child, Yuu, and takes in his state.

One hand is tugging at his hair while the other grips his strange magic pen. The boy’s eyes are unfocused and he rocks his weight back and forth from one foot to the other.

Hmm.

Hmmmmmmm. 

That’s probably not good. If only Crewel were here to deal with this instead.

Remembering the damage from earlier, Crowley approaches cautiously. He keeps an eye on the hand holding the oversized pen and grasps Yuu’s shoulder in a clawed grip.

Yuu does a full body jolt but listens when Crowley tells him to approach the mirror again

*Return to sender!*

…

Nothing happens.

Yuu’s anxiety is getting out of control, so she tries channeling it towards something more productive. Specifically anger.

This mirror!

First he calls her a freak, now he's saying her home doesn't exist. 

“I cannot discern –”

“Well, is there anything you do know? Or should I do this place a favor and break you out of that frame!”

For the record, Yuu wasn't actually going to break the mirror. Squakface still wasn't willing to risk it as he dragged her out of the room.

Crowley guides Yuu to the library where they spend some time looking for references to her home city Duskfront.

Eventually Yuu asks what the books are referring to when they say Twisted Wonderland.

After some more back and forth Crowley concludes that Yuu must be from another world. 

Yuu is like okay bro, a likely story.

She’s still concerned this might be a plot, and thinks it's pretty convenient that they happen to be on an isolated island.

Crowley suggests that they shelve this for now and he offers to house Yuu in an unused dorm.

Yuu is not having it and tries to walk out, determined to swim back home if she must.

Crowley protests, despite the many complaints from both students and staff alike Crowley does in fact have a sense of responsibility. And while this particular student is, for whatever reason, unsortable, he cannot allow a student to just walk out. Not even one as unruly as Yuu.

Yuu really, really, doesn't want to be alone with her thoughts waste any time, but she understands this isn't the type of situation you can just bully your way out of. So with gritted teeth Yuu finally hisses out, “fine!”

Birdface is leading her far away from the main building.

Really far.

How big is this campus?

Finally they reach a derelict building that may at one point have been a dormitory.

“It's a little old, but a building with such character is suitable for such a rambunctious young man.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Calling you what? Rambunctious? I’d say it's rather accurate.”

“No. Young man. I'm not a guy.”

“What?”

Yuu loosens the sash holding her outfit and pulls back the outer robe to reveal modest, but still visible, breasts.

“WHAT!”

I was going to make it longer but I decided to split the final into two parts and give you this now. Sorry about the long wait (╥_╥). I'm kinda disappointed by how close to canon I've been but I know there will be big opportunity for change later. Specifically with the ghosts.

Ive been thinking about writing some drabbles or trying to draw out some scenes, turns out even making a short comic is hard. Im working on a short piece about the mine based more on the manga than the game. I'll focus on that after the last part of Yuu's first day, but might also do some smaller posts as well.

[goldennightengale]

Starborn Obsession AU [Twisted Wonderland]

This AU is inspired by the Yandere/Self-Aware/Overseer/Elritch Horror Twisted Wonderland AU students with a little extra pixie dust.

Instead of a pleading, easy-to-catch little thing the boys are met with their match: an equally obsessed lover. Dragged from the stars and placed onto the grounds of Twisted Wonderland in search of your starlit, burning affections.

If they thought they could have you tied down in one place, you would make sure they knew what responsibilities they had to take. 

“Til death do us part? No, my lovely magician. Til the shackles that bind you to me, break.”

They claimed that you hung the stars and painted the galaxies, all for them to view during their sleepless nights. If only they knew just how long you’ve been watching…

How The Stars Fell

In the world of magic and spectral phenomenons, Twisted Wonderland was constantly reminded of those they look up to. From the Great Seven Pillars of Good and Evil to the kind-natured royalty that ruled over each kingdom and blessed them with fruitful lives.

Everything was perfect.

However, with the arrival of something new, those once-important figures were left forgotten. From far above the stars twinkled with mischief and revealed that they had been watching. Oh, how the citizens vied for their favor, their attention, their affection. The galaxies had revealed themselves to be sentient, how exciting!

Years passed and the stars had grown to adore these "magicians". Driven by greed and emotion, the people of Twisted Wonderland were a refreshing sight to the ones lost to time. The stars dared to get closer, to venture near the planet of life. It was then the people realized they could bring down the stars to have and to hold, to rip those eyes from their unreachable pedestal and reveal forms that could be embraced. Forms that could be showered in gifts and praise and prove that those beloved stars liked being worshipped.

Magic had found a new use for the natives of Wonderland, to take the tales of star-crossed love and give them life with the right spells and rituals.

Soon, my dear star child, your time amongst the galaxies will draw to an end. After observing these feeble creatures for so long you had grown to adore them the way they adored you. Your fellow stars had already descended upon the earth in search of their chosen ones. It was now that you decided to give your beloved subjects the affection they deserved.

Summoned to Night Raven College in the guise of a magicless human, your time on the surface began with the opening of a coffin...

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this little sneak peek into an AU I've been messing around with for a while. I've always enjoyed the Higher Power! MC AUs I see floating around Tumblr so I tried making my own! If you have any questions about it then feel free to chat with me about it, I'm always up to further my ideas and I'd love to hear your thoughts!

May all your wishes come true~ - GN

[beasiannow]

Betty Jane Smith: Before

Below Biju Jie Satō : At the start of her adventure

A mysterious science group in Japan has come up with an idea to get visitors to Tokyo to stay longer and have a more profound visit at the same time.

They have invented a machine that, at a quantum level, turns foreigners from outside Japan into true citizens of Tokyo physically and mentally for a whole week. Next, they put these machines into vending machines around Toyko (because they also own a snack food company).

Here, we see Betty Jane Smith from Chicago, Illinois, who, to her shock and surprise, has been turned into a Japanese woman who lives on Harajuku Street. What happens next?

Betty Jane Smith, once a Chicagoan, now stands on Harajuku's bustling streets—a bewildering and exhilarating metamorphosis. The quantum machine’s hum still resonates in her ears, its invisible tendrils weaving her essence into the very fabric of Tokyo.

Monday: The Awakening Betty blinks, her eyes adjusting to the neon kaleidoscope. The air smells of sweet crepes and cherry blossoms. She glances down at her transformed self: a Japanese woman with raven hair adorned by an oversized bow. Her kimono whispers secrets of centuries past, threads of tradition woven into its silk.

The locals pass by, unfazed by her sudden appearance. They, too, wear their eccentricities—their neon hair, platform shoes, and glittering accessories. Betty’s heart races. She’s no longer a tourist; she’s a resident. The vending machines beckon, offering matcha lattes and rainbow sodas. She hesitates, then selects a can of sakura-flavored tea. The taste blooms on her tongue—a memory she never had.

Tuesday: Lost in Translation Betty navigates the labyrinthine streets, her Japanese fluency a patchwork quilt of phrases. She stumbles upon a cat café, where feline eyes regard her with ancient wisdom. She orders a latte and pets a calico named Tora. The café owner winks, as if knowing her secret. Betty wonders: Is she the only quantum convert?

Wednesday: Harajuku Fashionista Betty embraces her new identity. She shops at Takeshita Street, donning Lolita dresses and fishnet stockings. Her reflection surprises her—a fusion of Betty and Tokyo’s spirit. She poses for photos with tourists, their smiles genuine. She’s no longer an outsider; she’s part of the Shibuya crossing, a pixel in the city’s heartbeat.

Thursday: Shrine Whispers At Meiji Shrine, Betty prays for clarity. The torii gates frame her uncertainty. She asks the kami: Why her? The wind rustles the sacred trees, and a paper fortune flutters—a mix of kanji and English. “Embrace the ephemeral,” it reads. Betty laughs. She’s living a haiku, seventeen syllables of wonder.

Friday: Neon Dreams Betty dances at a techno club, her pulse synced to the neon strobes. She meets Yuki, a fellow quantum traveler. They share stories over sake—Yuki from Birmingham, Alabama, Betty from Chicago. They laugh about their borrowed lives, the transient magic. Yuki whispers, “We’re stardust, Biju-san. Here today, gone tomorrow.”

Saturday: The Farewell As the week wanes, Betty stands at the quantum machine. Its hum beckons her back to Illinois. She gazes at Harajuku’s lights—their ephemeral brilliance. Yuki hugs her, and they exchange email addresses. “Remember,” Yuki says, “Tokyo lives in you now.”

And so, Betty steps into the quantum stream, her heart a constellation of memories. Chicago awaits, but Tokyo lingers—a neon imprint on her soul. She boards the plane, her bow slightly askew, and whispers, “Sayonara, Harajuku.”

The science group’s experiment succeeded: Betty Jane Smith, once a foreigner, leaves Tokyo as a citizen of dreams.

[fandomsnstuff]

Im just a sucker for the holidays ok it's melancholy lucretia time

@taznovembercelebration Ice or steam

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After six months on her own, Lucretia thought she'd gotten used to the loneliness. She has to be okay with it, otherwise it'll consume her. But with the arrival of her first Candlenights alone in Faerun, she finds herself feeling emptier than usual.

Even with Davenport's mental state improving since she found them a place to live outside the ship, the pit of guilt and grief in her chest is cavernous.

She told herself at the beginning of this that she wouldn't seek out the boys. It wouldn't help her mental state any, and she doesn't want to interfere with their new lives. But with the cold weather and holiday season, she misses them dearly. A peek wouldn't hurt.

Raven's Roost doesn't get much for snow, but all the residents seem to have banded together to deck the whole place out. The sides of the bridges between pillars are wrapped with garland, every home and business is lined with soft colourful lights, plant arrangements with bows and ornaments sit on porches, and candles flicker in the windows as the sky darkens.

She finds the shop with surprising ease. The shop itself is dark, the only light being the string lights loosely weaved between festive wooden figures displayed in the front window. The home above the shop is alive with activity. A Candlenights bush glitters in the window, decorated with handcrafted wooden and metal ornaments, including a duck.

From her spot on the street, Lucretia can see people chatting and hugging, exchanging gifts and eating cookies. She swears she can hear Magnus's booming laugh through the layers of glass and wood between them. Her heart swells, and she weeps.

She stays there, listening for Magnus's voice, until the cold starts to get to her.

Her next stop is a beach. It's dusted lightly with snow, and the frozen sand crunches under her feet. She finds the beach dwarves in the middle of a Candlenights festival. She would stick out like a sore thumb in this crowd, so she stealths her way through (thank you, magic), looking for Merle. She finds him smack dab in the middle of all of it, dressed as Santa, working through a long line of children.

Lucretia claps a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh. She loves Merle, and he was something of a father figure to her, but if she had to pick anyone to be Santa at a Candlenights festival, it wouldn't be him. He never struck her as the type who would voluntarily deal with little kids for this long.

She hides behind an oversized fake snowman and just observes. He goes in and out of his Santa voice constantly, and accidentally drops a few curse words here and there, but otherwise he's not a bad Santa. He nods along to every kid's holiday wishes, and says some variation of "we'll see." He asks them if they've been good, and makes them giggle when he asks them if they're absolutely sure.

She lingers until Santa's Workshop closes, then leaves to allow Merle to enjoy the rest of his Festival.

She thought her last stop would be harder to pin down, but there were flyers plastered everywhere. She finds herself in a picturesque little town, snow covers everything, making the whole place look like a greeting card. The Sizzle It Up caravan glitters in the dark, spilling light and delicious smells out to the crowd as Taako makes an entire holiday spread.

Lucretia hangs at the back of the crowd. All she can do is smile as she watches him in his natural habitat. She ignores the ache in her chest when she notices the empty space next to him. Even with everything, he's subconsciously leaving a space for her.

When the show ends, she gathers enough courage to approach for a sample. She takes the small serving of bread pudding, smiles, and thanks him. Taako waves her off, as aloof as ever. It's only a bite or two, so she throws away the little paper cup, takes one last look at him, and starts heading out.

When she's just at the edge of town, she hits a patch of ice, hidden under the snow, and falls backwards. A hand catches her by the arm and steadies her.

"Careful," a familiar voice says. Her eyes widen, she whips around, and there's Barry. He looks like himself, but there's a faint red shimmer around him, and he's just a little bit translucent.

"Barry," she breathes. There's a million things she could and should say to him. She ends up with, "what are you doing here?"

He puts his hands in his pockets and angles his head back towards the caravan, "same as you."

"Barry, I'm-" she fidgets nervously- "I'm sorry," she whispers. He sighs and she says, "I just- the relics were destroying-"

He shakes his head, "I don't want to do this with you, Lucretia. Not tonight." He puts a spectral hand on her shoulder, it makes her skin tingle. "Take care of yourself, Luce. Joyous Candlenights."

"Joyous Candlenights," she responds. Then Barry's gone in the blink of an eye. She pretends she didn't wish for him to hug her.

When she returns to where she's living, Davenport's waiting for her with hot chocolate. It's piled high with whipped cream and has chocolate sprinkles on top, just the way she likes it. She smiles and accepts the drink, settling on the couch to watch Frosty the Fantasy Snowman. "Joyous Candlenights, Dav," she says.

He responds with a chipper "Davenport!" but she gets the message.

[kassil]

Tourist destinations of the Great Wheel

Mechanus: The Grand Museum of Law and Order. It consists of a single 10' x 10' x 10' cube of a room with a sheet of paper and an equation written on it, which a nearby modron is tasked to explain is the fundamental rule that underpins all existence, thus proving that law and order came first and foremost. There is no gift shop, because the knowledge of law's perfection is the gift.

Arcadia: The Harmonious Hall of Education and Concordance is always happy to have visitors, staffed as it is by eager low-ranking members of the Harmonium who want very much to convince you that their beliefs of a perfect and orderly multiverse are inherently superior to anything else. It does have a gift shop, but everything is absolutely tacky for anyone who isn't already a hardcore believer.

Mount Celestia: The Silver Shores Grill is an excellent place to stop, located beachside in the first of the heavens; the main chef is a reformed mezzoloth, and their greatest delight is preparing exactly the dish you wanted, whether or not you knew you wanted it. There's no menu, and the waiting time is usually under five minutes from being seated to being fed.

Bytopia: The Auditorium is a wandering performance hall carried on the back of an absolutely absurdly oversized squirrel. The inhabitants have open mic night every single day, and you're invited to take part. They're more than happy to let you sit in the audience, too, and sell mildly rotten tomatoes for a copper each. The gift shop is full of both absurd prank nonsense and thoughtful volumes on the history and practice of comedy.

Elysium: The First Spring Salon sits at the headwaters of the planar river Oceanus, and is a full service salon, spa, and wellness retreat. Nearly any entity imaginable, save for those fiendish sorts who wither on contact with the plane's energies and undead vulnerable to holy water, can be found relaxing here. There is a gift shop, and it sells the best skincare kits to be found across the planes.

The Beastlands: The Changer's Way is a park handled by a pair of enterprising druids who use their own magic and the nature of the plane to let visitors experience what being an animal is like for a day. There are waivers to be signed that if you get eaten, it's your own fault and that you agree to accept whatever form they reincarnate you into, no matter how absurd. The gift shop is whatever twigs and rocks you collect as a beast.

Arborea: It's just called Barry's. Ask the locals where to find it, because no one from outside the plane will ever stumble onto it by accident. It's a pub run by a satyr with a corgi hound archon as the main waitstaff. The drinks and food are amazing, and you never end up with a hangover afterwards. There isn't a gift shop, but you can buy a commemorative tankard.

Ysgard: The Hotel at Branch's End is situated in a crook of the World Tree, and has a steakhouse, brewery, and set of divinely heated springs that are all part of the experience when you arrive. Just be careful about any ravens, they like to task drunks with legendary quests. The gift shop mainly sells spice blends and drinking horns.

Limbo: The tourist destination is whatever the person with the strongest imagination cooks up, and the gift shop will probably result in a pocket full of water.

Pandemonium: The Caver's Race Course is, oddly enough, a windboarding experience, where experienced locals will take sufficiently wealthy individuals on an aerial tour of the miles-long winding circuit. For an added fee, they'll provide enchanted earplugs to keep the wind out. There is no gift shop, on account of it having blown away again.

The Abyss: Grazz't's Bar and Grill is a perfectly nice place to get a meal if you happen to be in the area. The bartender is a fallen solar whose divine weapon still has enough sacred energy to keep the local fiends from getting too rowdy, and she has a strict policy that no souls are to be stolen, sold, traded, or tricked away on the premises. Surprisingly, Grazz't does indeed dine here, and enforces the rules. The gift shop mostly sells spice blends and soul larvae.

Carceri: The Last Hope is a fortress built by angels ages ago, meant to be a beachhead for an invasion of the prison plane. Staffed entirely by the locals these days, who are happy to give guided tours while trying to get you to sell your soul to them. It's not a great stop, but that's Carceri for you. The gift shop exists, and everything in it costs your soul.

Hades: Yeah, no, sorry, there's nothing worth it here unless you like depression and the color grey. Well, other than the Museum of Misery, run by a pair of dust mephits who've spent centuries cataloguing every form of mortal sorrow, despair, and suffering. It spans dozens of leagues at this point and they're constantly building onto it. The gift shop is present but totally empty, since disappointment is a form of misery.

Gehenna: Magdul's Marvelous Mountainslide is an arcanoloth-run toboggan experience that sends you hurtling down a volcanic slope on a course that changes hourly due to volcanic flows. There's a strict policy of no refunds and that you agree to any dangers inherent in the experience, and a clause that if you die on the course Magdul gets to keep your soul. The gift shop sells soul-infused obsidian and pumice, and replica toboggans.

The Nine Hells: There are a great many lovely tourist destinations in the Nine Hells, but the only one that doesn't literally cost your soul to experience is a gymansium in Dis that has no signage, with only an unmarked scorching hot door. If you can find it, you're allowed in, and if you can survive the equipment you're accepted. The interior is red-hot, and all the workout equipment is similarly hot iron and steel. The showers produce jets of boiling unholy water.

Acheron: Master Menzenno's Marvelous Mystery Mashup is a scrapyard run by a salt mephit, where they charge you for everything you find as salvage, assigning prices on a whim. Worth it mainly for the chance of finding lost artifacts and forgotten magic items, which Menzenno pretty much always vastly underprices. The entire place is the gift shop. Beware of rust monsters.

The Outlands: The Cafe is situated at the innermost ring about half a mile from the base of the Spire. It's a coffee shop and library, and they do a reasonable business among people who really want to just have a quiet place with a cup of coffee and a nice book, where no one will bother them. Run by a god of knowledge who abandoned her duties millennia ago and survives by the faith and gratitude of those who patronize the shop, with a side of the way the laws of the cosmos are thoroughly suppressed there. The gift shop sells mugs, tea, and coffee.

Roughly inspired by this post

[toreii]

Tamashina Mina spoilers part 17

—A few hours later

The referee announces that the final team has been decided. Night Raven College team versus the Sunset team. Grim exclaims it’s finally the finals. He congratulates the guys. The NRC trio are not amused. Lilia asks why Grim is pretending to be their leader. Leona then walks up to Grim, pulling him back. He tells Grim he is in the way, and to move. Kalim tells Leona they’ve been waiting for him. He asks how their game was. Leona replies that it wasn’t a bad game as there were no threats. He adds that he will be watching the finals closely while giving instructions. It’ll be bad if they get caught, but it’s a small sacrifice in order to solve a more pressing problem.

Vil tells Leona it’s nice of him to visit again from the VIP seats. Kifaji can’t seem to stop him. Leona says he purposely moved towards Cheka’s side to agitate Kifaji, but as his overseer, Kifaji went instead. Jack adds that he could hear Cheka exclaim “Unca!” all the way from where they are.🤣 Lilia chuckles, telling Leona he’s such a bad guy to take advantage of his nephew. Leona replies that the other party didn’t mind the means, but he’ll take Lilia’s words into consideration. Lilia says that is reassuring.

Moving on, Leona firmly tells the boys they must win! The NRC team whoops in agreement. Jack says everyone is really excited. He’s jittery himself. Vil remains a bit quiet, but Jack tells him to do his best. Vil tells him “Of course.”

The referee calls for each team’s vanguard to come to the arena. Leona tells the boys that while they were competing in the second and third rounds, he came up with a line-up. Since the opponent’s vanguard moves fast, the best counter for that is Lilia. With the start of the match, he tells Lilia to go in top gear. Lilia replies that he understands, and off he goes!

Choice A: “I’m sure you can win!”

Lilia tells Yuu to leave it to him. He’ll end it with his arms.

Choice B: “I’ll be cheering!”

Lilia tells Jack and the others to also cheer with Yuu. Jack questions what cheer?😂

The referee begins the match. Sunset A moves first, charging towards Lilia. Lilia expertly parries him. He’s impressed, telling him he moves pretty well. As expected, there’s nothing like serving as a royal guard. But, Lilia says he also can’t afford to lose. Time to get a little serious. Lilia starts moving at an incredible speed. Sunset A is taken aback as Lilia’s quickness is comparable to that of the royal guards than a regular person. He asks Lilia who the hell is he. Lilia chuckles. He’s the first of the NRC team who came to enjoy the festival.

Kalim comments that Lilia and the opponent are amazing. Vil agrees. They’re moving so fast, he can’t keep up. Sunset A says that if he can’t beat Lilia in speed, he’ll do it with strength. With a roar, he moves in to attack. Lilia sees that he’s rushing in, and prepares for his “Special Lilia Attack”. He sends his opponent flying like last time. Sunset A screams as he’s hit with Lilia’s attack. But, it looks like Lilia is startled. Kalim exclaims that he did it! Vil comments it’s their first win. However, magic envelops Sunset A’s body, and he suddenly suspended midair. Sunset A can’t believe he stopped after being blown away. Lilia explains that he used too much force, and would have sent the audience flying. Sunset A realizes Lilia made him float with his magic. Lilia says yes. If the audience is injured, Catch The Tail will be ruined. The festival has to be fun, after all.♪ Sunset A is impressed with his incredible outreach. He declares that he’s giving up. The match and everything else is his defeat. But… Lilia tells him it was a good game, chuckling as he does so.

However, the referee declares that Lilia loses the match via foul. The NRC team is shocked. Lilia swears he didn’t commit a foul, but he suddenly remembers. The use of magic is forbidden. Leona is upset, growling that Lilia did something unnecessary. Vil says he was over zealous. Surely there must’ve been other ways than using magic. Lilia apologizes. He used magic out of instinct as he usually does. He’s ashamed.

Kalim tells Lilia not to apologize so much. He thought he was amazing! Lilia protected the audience, so whatever the outcome, he’s a great Sunset Warrior! Leona sarcastically says his gentle words bring tears to the eyes. They should be thinking about the current situation. If Kalim doesn’t at least get a draw, they’ll be eliminated without holding the last match. Kalim realizes he’s right. Grim yells in dismay. Lilia is shocked by Leona’s words. How unlucky!! Vil says they have little chance of winning.

Jack asks Leona if he has any strategies. Leona says he only has one. Vil tells him he looks really reliable during these moments. He wants to hear it. Leona says the opponent is a really big fan of Vil. The boys are confused. Leona says those guys are proud royal guards. They wont go easy on Vil if they fight, but the more prepared they are, the weaker they will be in a surprise attack. The moment the match starts, Vil will call out to that man from ring side. Once he’s distracted, Kalim can push him out of the ring. That’s all.

Grim is impressed. That’s Leona for you! Vil replies that he doesn’t like being taken advantage of, but if there is no other way to win…😅 Leona tells Kalim he’s heard the strategy. The rest… Kalim interjects, asking if that won’t make it a serious match? Everyone is doing their best, but he’s the only one getting help. Leona tells him this is a fine tactic. If he wins, it’ll be fine. Kalim says Jamil is watching from somewhere in the venue. He wants to fight on his own. So, it’s okay! He will never lose!

Kalim takes off as he heads towards the arena. Leona calls after him, but Kalim is gone. Leona sighs, saying Kalim ran off without even listening. Lilia says that Kalim’s straightforwardness is his enemy.

Choice A: “Be careful…!”

Grim says it’s kind of problematic to be careful.

Choice B: “Do your best…!”

Leona snaps that it doesn’t matter if he does his best or not. The result is the only thing that matters.

Vil wonders if Kalim can score a draw properly. Leona replies that he has no power, and his intuition is dull. He’s not suitable to be the best at Catch The Tail. But, Kalim was the one who practiced the most. He’s improving. The midfielder is a formidable opponent, but now that things are like this, Leona has no choice but to place his hopes on Kalim. Jack agrees. His efforts won’t be betrayed. He’s certain it will work out. Lilia adds that he feels bad for Kalim, but if Vil cheers loudly, it’ll be over. Leona remains quiet.

The referee calls for the midfielders on both teams next. Kalim responds, but Sunset B remains quiet. Kalim asks him what is wrong. Sunset B reminds him they have a secret weapon. They’re going to play their trump card, and win this next match. The NRC boys are alarmed. Leona says he expected as much. There’s no point in deciding the match. Leona planned to explain things to Kalim, but… Grim comments that he wasn’t expecting to win, but he’s stunned the secret weapon is here. Vil says it’s all over. Lilia asks Leona if it wouldn’t be better to submit a request to extend their stay before it’s too late. Leona tells him to shut up. No matter what anyone says, he’s not doing the “Guardian Class”.

Sunset B calls out to his senpai. This tall guy answers back, laughing. It’s finally his turn! Grim is terrified to see the opponent be a big guy. He looks so strong! Vil murmurs that the opponent looks familiar. Even Kalim seems to recognize him. When the large man sees Kalim, he’s surprised and happy to see him. Kalim realizes it’s the bus driver from the day before. The bus driver tells Kalim that thanks to him, he was able to get a replacement bus and safely finished his work for the day. With this, his family can live with peace of mind, and it’s all thanks to Kalim. He’s literally a life saver!

The referee asks that they refrain from having a private conversation, and starts the match. Kalim remembers that they’re in the middle of Catch The Tail. The bus driver realizes he’s in this match with Kalim. Sunset B tells him to take it lightly. The bus driver replies that he cannot. He can’t fight his benefactor. Kalim is kinder and stronger than anyone! He can’t win. He gives up! Everyone is stunned.

The referee announces that the bus driver has given up. He declares Kalim the winner. At first, Kalim can’t believe it. Him? The winner? But, he quickly bounces back, happy to have won. The NRC boys are stunned into silence. Grim asks what just happened. Jack replies that it seems that they won. Vil can’t believe won against such a strong opponent. Lilia comments that kindness without asking nothing in return isn’t something anyone can do. He never imagined kindness could control people. It’s a victory only Kalim could achieve. Grim is amazed by Kalim.

Leona starts cracking up with laughter. Not even he expected this outcome. Kalim, who thought he was a minor chess piece, won. When a pawn reaches the edge off the chessboard, it is promoted to another piece. Kalim was exactly a pawn. Kalim returns to the group. He isn’t sure what happened, but he’s glad he won. He notices that Leona looks really happy. Kalim is happy, too! Leona tells him of course, and adds that Kalim did really well. He points over to Kifaji, and says his face looks like he chewed 1,000 bitter bugs. It’s the best. Leona asks Yuu if they took a picture. He doesn’t want Yuu to miss the opportunity because Leona wants a copy later.🤣 Vil tells Leona that attitude of his rubs Kifaji’s nerves the wrong way.

Moving on, Leona says the next match is the general battle. The referee announces the final match, and calls both team’s generals to the arena. Vil says he will go. But, Leona tells him to wait. He knows Vil hurt his leg. Vil is shocked. Kalim can’t believe it. He asks if it’s true. Jack says he couldn’t even tell. Vil says he wondered what Leona was going to say. He asks him to stop making jokes that bring him down. Leona tells Vil to not hide it. If he were okay, Vil would have been able to fight more easily after the second round. Vil asks if Leona’s imitating Rook now. Don’t make him laugh! Leona says it’s true that Vil didn’t feel like he had any discomfort during the match in front of the audience. But, during Kalim’s and Lilia’s matches, Leona noticed Vil lightly touching his left foot. Vil remains quiet. But, eventually says Leona still has a long way to go to be able to see through his acting.

Leona tells Vil it’s the bruise he received during the first round when he was kicked. Kalim is horrified learning Vil pretended to be okay since then. Lilia comments Vil has serious mental fortitude. Jack demands to see the injury. He’s shocked to see Vil’s foot really swollen. Leona tells Vil he won’t be able to beat the opponent with that injury. He should stay and watch from there. Vil asks Leona what he’s talking about. If he forfeits, they’ll lose. The NRC team is not going out on a 1-2 loss. Who do they think he is? Vil says he won’t give up winning. He’ll fight even if he has to break a leg. Leona asks Vil who told him to give up. He tells Vil not to worry. He is not going to lose the battle, either. Vil asks what he means by that. Leona does not reply.

To be continued

[libraryofplotbunnies]

ROs Dnd Characters

MC is serving as the DM in this improntue dnd campaign

Royce: He and his siblings would be matching races just for the heck of it. He'll play High Elf who strictly stuck to Fighter and took the Champion subclass. Just a pure fighting machine. He tried to include an oversize sword like Guts as his main weapons but ended up using it as a last resort. They did try the sword with Marianna which led to his character getting knocked out by his own weapon.

Douglas: He's also a High Elf who went into the Wizard class and took up War Magic. He has a complex about not being like his twin so decided to try to be the same thing but more like what Douglas would do. Might take a dip in the Artificer class for some inventing. Got their everything beat by Marianna in their first meeting.

Amanda: Reculantly took the High Elf since she can't resist both Royce's and MC's puppy dog eyes. She took the Bard class for her character but couldn't decide between College of Valor or Glamour. She ended with Glamour to offset her combat centered siblings and it seem like it might be fit. They ended in a brawl with E in their first meeting which led to her brothers' characters getting beat by Marianna.

Marianna: She took the Variant Human for free feat and language. Her feat was poisoner feat sense it's a core part of her character. She took the rogue class for its versality and for the sweet sneak attack. She choose the mastermind subclass since it seem to fit what she wanted to play as. She doesn't care as much about the game but it is fun to uncover mysteries with Ji-Min's character especially if it's a juicy story.

Edward/Edith: They also took the Variant Human to match with the Yorks. They took the Vamprism feat to have an interesting backstory for him and his sister. They ended up as a Gunslinger Fighter since it fit with the aesthetic they were going for in the character. They have taken to invoking the DM's wrath a couple times due to abusing the system.

Juste/Justine: They ended up playing as a Half-Orc who was train under the tutelage of a renown warrior. They took the Way of Mercy as another offset with the Lanshire's own characters. Basically keeping E's and Marianna's character's on the straight and narrow. It's an inside joke that they should've been just been a paladin. Which is fueling a future plot point for the DM.

Lucero: They went the Aasimar race with the ability to grow wings on their back from a subset of abilities. They ended up as a Cleric but it has become a frequent trend that their loyalities or worship changes depending on the situation or what restrictions is holding them back. Currently they're in the Twilight Domain. Traveling with P's character as a duo sent by their church.

Ji-Min: They just went with the halfling since they had more stealth options than the dwarf and just wanted to get the short jokes over with. All in good fun but still a bit of a sore spot for them. They ended as a Inquisitive Rogue since they want to be the lead investigator on the team. They might take a dip into Ranger for some of it's abilites. They've been traveling with the Lanshire's characters.

Doran/Deirdre: It was toss up between the Changeling and Fey for them. They ended up with the Fey but homebrew that takes inspration from their Celtic folklore. Which is making MC's job more fun to say the least. They multiclass into a Fey Wander Ranger and Circle of the Land Druid. It just seems to fit in their mind. They're the last one to join the party.

Paul/Palina: They're a Goliath since they wanted something that was cold and it just seemed like a cool race to play. They had homebrew a socerer class that makes the character an Oracle who can see visions into the future. However the ability is similar to Wild Magic and can end with results straight from That's So Raven. They also multiclass into a Grave Cleric. They travel around with Lucero's character.

[the-broken-truth]

TWST Self-Aware/Overseer AU OC: Genesis

Name: Genesis

Age: 17 (Body Age)

Race: Deity/Human (Body)

Height: 6 Feet

Body Type: Slim yet Muscular

Personality/Nature: Caring but can be Cocky & Strict (Depends On The Person)

Current Occupation: Night Raven Freshman

Sorted Dorm: Ramshackle

Unique Magic: Ultimate Armor - Coats his body or certain areas in an unbreakable metal

Incantation: "My body is unbreakable, just like my will; allow me to show you my resolve. Ultimate Armor!"

Likes: Reading, Writing, Drawing, Making Potions, Caramel Desserts, Cooking, and Baking

Dislikes: Loud Sudden Noises (Instantly Puts Him On Edge)

Favorite Food: Beef Steak & Rice Bowl w/ Garlic Steak Sauce

Favorite Fast Food: Spicy Chicken Bites, Steak Fries & Root Beer

Least Favorite Food: Steamed Veggies

Favorite Class: Potions

Favorite Teacher: Professor Divus Crewel & Mozus Trein

Best Friend(s): Riddle Rosehearts & Trey Clover

Worst Enemy(s): Azul Ashengrotto & The Leech Twins

Signature Traits: A Ring crafted from White Gold

Favorite Location: Potion Class

Relationships w/ Key Characters Quotes

Riddle Rosehearts:

"When is our next study session?"

"I would be honored to attend your Tea Party."

"My sister & I made cheesecake. Would you like to come to Ramshackle for our study break?"

Trey Clover

"What are we making today?"

"Do you want to trade recipes?"

"Ace stole another tart? (Sighs) I'll make another."

Cater Diamond

"What is MagiCam?"

"You are never without your phone, are you?"

"Please, do not take pictures of me."

Ace Trappola & Deuce Spade

(Sees them collared) "You two angered Riddle again, didn't you?"

(Studying) "Will you two please pay attention?"

"Why do my sister & I hang out with you two, again?"

Leona Kingscholar

"Calm down, Kitty Cat. I'll handle it."

"Leo, I'm studying. I can't play Spelldrive today."

"Come to Ramshackle, you can sleep there and I'll make you lunch."

Ruggie Bucchi

"Ruggie, stop raiding my snack fridge! If you want something, I'll make you something!"

(When Making Food/Desserts/Drinks) "I need you to taste this."

"Ruggie, I made you a Bento. Just bring this with you and I'll make you something to take back home."

Jack Howl

"My sister is coming, just give her a moment."

"Jack, want a Beef & Rice Bowl?"

"How...How do you run so fast?!"

Azul Ashengrotto

"I'm not signing a contract with you, Ashengrotto."

"Not interested."

"Your silver tongue & honey words don't work on me."

Jade Leech

"Don't you have anything better to do than bother me?"

"Your gentleman facade is good...for all the wrong reasons."

"Keep your brother away from me."

Floyd Leech

"Try to squeeze me again and I will break your teeth."

"Find your 'Shrimpy' somewhere else."

"Stay away from my sister, Leech!"

Kalim Al-Asim

"Kalim, enough with the random parties!"

"You are Scarabia's Dorm Warden, Act Like IT!"

"Stop spacing out! It's time to study, not daydream!"

Jamil Viper

"You need a break. I will watch over Kalim."

(While Cooking Together) "Which is the best spice to use for this type of meat?"

(When Jamil Comes To Ramshackle For A Snack) "Here, try this."

Vil Schoenheit

"Purple is not my color."

"I'm a person, not a mannequin."

"Tell your Hunter to leave me the hell alone."

Rook Hunt

"Get out of my bushes, Hunt!"

"Stop calling me 'Trickster'."

"I get the feeling I am being watched..."

Epel Felmier

"Strength isn't just physical, ya know?"

"Do you have any more apples?"

(When Exercising) "Come on, Epel! Just 10 More!"

Idia Shroud

"What are we playing this time around?"

"Normies on our 6! Normies on our 6!"

"Idia-senpai, what is this anime/manga about?"

Ortho Shroud

"Hey, Little Brother."

"Little Brother, have you seen Idia-senpai?"

"Ortho, I need to get back to Rashackle; I cannot stay."

Malleus Draconia

"Good Evening, Hornton."

"No, you can't turn me into a Fae, Malleus. I am fond of my current body."

"Here. Something sweet for the road."

"You'll never TRULY be alone, again."

Lilia Vanrouge

"STAY OUT OF MY KITCHEN!"

"You're a great man, Lilia, but an even greater father."

"I have seen your sins...and I will not judge you for them."

Sebek Zigvolt

"Stop yelling!"

"Draw your sword and let us dance!"

"I let you win this time."

Silver

"Your father is trying to kill me with his cooking."

"Whose personal dreamscape did you invade this time?"

"ZZZ...ZZZ...ZZZ."

[mai-universe]

➳ twst oc — jewell.

❝ a-are you…an int-intruder too…? i-i need to get rid of you… ❞

jewell is a second year in terrovania. despite his small and timid nature, they’re a capable worker who’s extremely determined and loyal, almost to a terrifying degree…

warnings for brief mentions of implied abuse.

➣ technical information ;

name: jewell

“jewell” - plaything, delight.

japanese: ジュエル

romaji: jueru

other names:

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➣ biological information ;

gender: genderfluid | any pronouns

age: 17?

birthday: october 1st. not their actual birthday, that’s just when they entered night raven college.

star sign: libra

height: 150cm / 4’11”

eye color: pale teal

hair color: light green-grey

homeland: [this information is unknown.]

family: [this information is lost.]

species: human

➣ professional information ;

dorm: terrovania (@terrovaniadorm)

school year: 2nd year / sophomore

class: 2-b | seat no. 25

occupation: student | cafeteria assistant cook / butcher

club: science club

best subject: p.e / master chef

➣ fun facts ;

dominant hand: right

favorite food: chili | pork

least favorite food: vegetables

dislikes: disappointing others | “intruders”

hobby: making masks | pretending / acting like other people

talents: sewing

➣ appearance ;

jewell is a very pale and petite person. her messy greenish hair is a little bit past her shoulders, normally put in a low ponytail held by a black scrunchie. there’s light bags under her eyes and scars spotted all over her body. in a way, she looks rather unhealthy.

at school, he wears the typical nrc uniform with a dark orange waistcoat and the terrovania crest on his armband. the only difference is that it’s a tad bit oversized.

inside the dorm, jewell wears the regular black uniform; the only differences are the shirt being buttoned up with a dark blue tie around the neck, and a yellow apron wrapped around the waist instead of the multiple belts. there seems to be a few bandages underneath as well, most likely from injuries. the mask they wear is sewn together and oddly feels like dried skin.

➣ personality ;

jewell is a very paranoid person, if their seemingly-permanent confusion and scared expression is to say anything. they’re usually seen alone in silence or with other terrovania members, never interacting with anybody outside of their dorm unless an outsider comes up to them first.

however, as seen with his fellow dorm mates, he can be very cheerful and genuinely happy once he gets to know you. you just have to be nice to him! …even if it’s fake. as long as you can calm him down and give him affection, he’ll be right at your feet, like a dog. just a warning however, he gets attached to people rather easily. really easily. it’s borderline obsessive.

she is extremely loyal to a fault; she follows the orders of whomever she considers her current “family”, or just anyone that she feels attached to—and i do mean anyone. because of this she is also very gullible, thus easy to manipulate. nature and nurture coexist so well, doesn’t it?

jewell isn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, as he was never taught anything school-related before nrc. hell, he never even got homeschooled. because of that, he’s still learning how to write, read, and even properly speak; aside from the fact that he stutters a lot, sometimes he starts speaking gibberish when rambling too much. in addition, he has a hard time studying.

she seems to have some sort of memory loss going on, as she doesn’t remember much from her past before she arrived at night raven college. she has tried to remember, but it always sends her into some kind of panic or it gives her a headache. at this point, i don’t think she even wants to remember anymore.

it’s best to stay away from them when they’re playing around with chainsaws and hammers. their violent tendencies seem to come out the most when they have their hands on those…

➣ skills and magic ;

determinator

“finishing my orders come first, otherwise i’ll get hurt”. that’s what jewell has been taught, hammered into her head just like her victims. she’ll do anything to accomplish her task no matter what gets in her way…unless her family orders her not to, but that’s rare anyway.

due to his determination, he’s very sturdy and is able to take many hits whether they’re physical or magical, despite his small frame. he’ll keep pushing no matter how severe the injury is, i wonder if he even recognizes the pain? it’s the same with his brute force; he may not use his bare hands that often, but he has an extremely tight grip and can drag or lift someone to a certain location if anybody asked for it. if his chainsaw doesn’t break something, then he’ll crush things with his feet.

general magic

for some odd reason, their family valued them being the “brute force” of the family, so they’ve never been trained when it comes to their magic. as a result, jewell’s magical abilities are generally very weak and not that effective—but, if they were to recklessly throw their magic out without thought, maybe it can hurt someone pretty severely.

unique magic

jewell’s unique magic is “dog will hunt”. it allows him to summon a chainsaw that can be used to attack people. it starts out as a normal chainsaw, but the more that he revs it up using his magic the more it becomes powerful. at the ultimate stage, the chainsaw can cut through anything, including space. he can switch it out with a hammer too.

she can also summon meat hooks that assist in the hunt. it’s most useful in tight spaces.

however, as a side effect, the more jewell revs the chainsaw up, the more that they themselves become weaker because of how much magic they’re using. they won’t be as durable, strong, or as fast as they normally are. they’ll get tired more easily too.

➣ trivia ;

twisted from leatherface / bubba sawyer from the texas chainsaw massacre.

their “birthday” is the release date of the 1974 texas chainsaw massacre film.

the type of amnesia they have is dissociative amnesia, which is where memories are deeply buried into a person’s brain but cannot be recalled unless specifically triggered.

she has made masks for when she’s acting; a mask with makeup on it, a clown mask, a fur mask, etc. they look a little…fleshy, just like her main one.

her unique magic name is a reference to texas chainsaw massacre 2, where chop top says “dog will hunt!”

he has insomnia due to constant nightmares.

❝ he don’t mean you no harm. such a sweet boy… ❞