ITS 4AM BUT I FINISHED IT!!!
Here’s a version without the doodles if ur boring like that
Spent. A lot of time on these :)) I’ve not touched twst in a while and just got hit by a shroud shaped truck today so ig I’m back on my shit!!
Anyway I hope u all like him. I had a lot of fun with these and cried over the bottom right one bc I love teeth
Anyway ya gn :)
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After reading through your villainess/villain interaction with each other, I honestly craved to see the accidental meeting between the Octa trio's MCs. I imagine there would be a lot of 👁️👁️ and blinking at each other in Morse code
In reference to the Being Reincarnated into a New World as the Bad Guy aka the Villain/ess AU series
Also check out the artist’s other art piece!
Floyd’s villain/ess!reader: I tried to get anyone’s attention by blinking in morse code
Floyd: 🎵 why are you blinking so much~? 🎵
Azul, Jade, and the other villain/ess!readers, already used to Floyd’s personality: *minding their own business
Sorry I never got the time to reply back but I’m loving the different styles and facial expressions. Them girls either be living their best life (Azul’s villain/ess!reader), be living a crime life (Jade’s villain/ess!reader), or just be trying to keep living (Floyd’s villain/ess!reader). I wish I could draw. Siggghh…imagine the power I would have if I did… (psa, you don’t want someone like me have that much power)
(For literally anyone who ever messaged me, I’m notorious irl to be terrible at responding back in a reasonable time. I’m not ignoring you and you’re not annoying me with whatever you message me, I’m just a serious airhead who forgets to look at inboxes)
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Regrets
WARNINGS: Angst, mentions of bullying, fighting, blood and bruises (nothing too graphic). Also not proofread or beta read. Proceed at your own risk.
Deuce sat down on the swing with a heavy sigh. He absently looked around at the newly renovated playground as he rocked back and forth slightly. The paint job on the walls and playground equipment did well to cover all the graffiti that blemished them. Much, if not, all of that "artwork" was done by him and his gang of delinquents. He also noticed that most of the damaged equipment was replaced. The rest of them had been recently removed. There was an ache in his chest as he took in the scene. He remembered how much he loved to come to this park with his mother as a child. All the memories of him happily playing through the park were tainted by his actions and the lens he viewed them from.
It looked like there was going to be a downpour soon, but there was too much on Deuce's mind to care at the moment. And it didn't help that he felt like there was a lead weight attached to his waist.
Just today he had terrorized some poor kid for his money along with his cronies, but for some reason, the feeling of glee had fully evaded him. He felt almost... sorry for them. The look of terror on their face had awoken... something within him. Not that he'd ever voice it to his buddies. He knew well that if he did, they'd either agree and go for bigger prey, or accuse him of "being a wuss," or something along those lines. He didn't care to deal with either outcome. So instead he had feigned that sense of glee. He'd daresay he overdid it when he picked a fight with a thug who'd crossed him later that day. He emerged victorious, but he did end up with a few bruises and a bloodied nose. Despite subconsciously knowing that the encounter was pointless, he kept up with his mirthful facade until he and his cronies had parted ways.
His mood had already been damp by time he arrived home, but what he saw in the dining room made his heart sink to his feet. There his mother sat at the table, shoulders slumped and with one hand holding up her forehead as if she had a headache. The other hand pressed he phone against her ear. He took a closer look at her and noticed she was weeping.
"I don't know where I went wrong, mom," She paused to wipe the tears from her eyes. "He used to be such a sweetheart..."
Mom? Deuce almost wanted to say. It didn't look like she noticed him coming inside. He stayed quiet to listen in on the conversation.
"What am I doing to do?..."
His grandmother's silence on the other side of the line told him everything. He couldn't face her now. Not like this, anyway, so he tiptoed back outside for some air.
Now here he was, sitting on the swing, staring morosely into the distance. The sight of his mother crying to his grandmother was something that would haunt him for a long time. He knew subconsciously for a while that he couldn't continue down this path of delinquency, and the series of events that happened today cemented that so firmly. With a deep breath, he vowed to leave behind that path. To himself. To his mother. To anyone who watched him grow up. Never again will he upset the ones he loves.
...
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"Better get home before I catch a cold," Deuce said to himself. "Mom's gonna worry."
Here I am, now back again with some Twisted Wonderland fan art and a ficlet to go with it. I spent an OBSCENE amount of time writing and drawing this, so I hope you enjoyed it. Reblog if you did. Or don't. idk
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