#twst vignettes

[sunnysidesevenup]

Yuichi Dorm SSR

Vignette under the cut

A Little Silly - Part I

Ace: Hey, Yu— WOAH! Why are all these boxes here?

Ace: I can hardly see anything. Hey, Yuu?!

Yuichi: Ace?

Ace: There you are! What are you doing?

Yuichi: Oh, sorry for the mess. I was looking for fabric.

Ace: Okay…. And you need fabric, why?

Yuichi: I’m sewing.

Ace: Uh… elaborate a little more, maybe?

Yuichi: The Headmage told me I needed a housewarden uniform, but, well…

Yuichi: He gave me an old one. It’s over there.

Ace: Where?

Yuichi: Right there.

Ace: What? Those rags? No way.

Yuichi: Yeah…

Ace: He expected you to wear that?

Yuichi: I guess so. I decided to make myself a uniform instead.

Ace: Yeah, I don’t blame you. I didn’t know you could sew, though.

Yuichi: It’s my hobby.

Yuichi: Although I wish I had a sewing machine, I’m stuck doing this all by hand.

Ace: Is it that hard?

Yuichi: Well, look at my hands.

Ace: WOAH! Are you okay? That’s a lot of bandages.

Yuichi: I’m fine. I just keep stabbing myself on accident. Grim made it worse.

Ace: That’s not really the definition of “fine”, dude, but okay. Is that why Grim isn’t with you?

Yuichi: Yeah, I banished him while I’m working.

Ace: Ha! Bet he hated that.

Yuichi: He really did. I’ll need to buy him tuna to make up for it.

Ace: He’ll complain all day if you don’t.

Ace: So… What type of uniform are you making? Something fancy?

Yuichi: Maybe. I could have matching bows with Grim—that would be cute, right?

Ace: Are you going for “cute”? Haha, I didn’t know you liked stuff like that.

Yuichi: Well, I don’t know if it will look good on me. What do you think?

Ace: Hey, don’t ask me. I just got handed my Heartslabyul uniform and that was it, I didn’t have to worry about designing anything.

Yuichi: You’re not very helpful.

Ace: Hey! I’m plenty helpful.

Yuichi: Hmm…

Ace: Don’t look at me like that, dude.

Ace: How long is this going to take you, anyways?

Yuichi: A month, maybe?

Ace: A MONTH?

Yuichi: Hand sewing, remember?

Ace: Right…

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A Little Silly - Part 2

Ace: So, would you like any help with the uniform?

Yuichi: No offense, but I don’t really trust you.

Ace: Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?

Yuichi: …

Ace: Stop that! I could help with magic, okay?

Yuichi: No thanks.

Ace: Fine, but I’m not offering again.

Yuichi: That’s fine.

Yuichi: But hey, at least the finished thing will be a fun surprise.

Yuichi: I can show you first before anyone else, if you’d like?

Ace: Why would I care about something like that?

Yuichi: …

Yuichi: Alright, I guess I can show Deuce before you then.

Ace: I see what you’re doing.

Yuichi: Is it working?

Ace: Yeah.

Ace: Don’t you DARE show Deuce before me.

Yuichi: Haha, okay.

Yuichi: I might have to show Grim before you though. He lives here.

Ace: Fine. But no one else!

Ace: I want to make fun of you first if it looks bad.

Yuichi: …

Yuichi: That’s not really a vote of confidence.

Yuichi: I’m hoping it DOESN’T look bad.

Ace: I guess we’ll see.

Yuichi: I guess we will.

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A Little Silly - Part 3

- One Month Later -

Ace: Yuu, I got your text—where are you?

Yuichi: In my room! Give me a second.

Ace: What are you doing?

Yuichi: I finished my housewarden uniform.

Ace: Oh! I almost forgot about that. Are you trying it on now?

Yuichi: Yeah.

Yuichi: Okay, here. How do I look?

Ace: …

Yuichi: It’s a little silly, right? Haha, I feel like I’m at the theatre.

Yuichi: Ace?

Ace: …It looks good.

Yuichi: Oh, really? I was scared for a second when you didn’t say anything.

Ace: What’s with the, uh, tattered ends of your coat?

Yuichi: Oh! I decided to use the old uniform the Headmage gave me for it. I think it looks a little cool.

Yuichi: Do I fit in with the other housewardens now?

Ace: You know a fancy outfit still isn’t going to make you a real housewarden, right?

Yuichi: Obviously. Let me have my fun.

Ace: Well, you DO fit in better now.

Yuichi: Really?

Ace: Yeah.

Ace: Hey… Maybe I’ll get you to make me some clothes, now that I know you’re decent at it.

Yuichi: I’m not making you free clothes.

Ace: What?! Why not? I could save a ton of money!

Yuichi: Woah… You really know NOTHING about sewing, do you?

Ace: Huh?

Yuichi: Then again, with YOUR clothes…

Yuichi: Maybe I’ll give you a friend’s discount. I feel kind of bad for you.

Ace: Wait, what does THAT mean?

Yuichi: …

Ace: Yuu? Wh—Yuichi! Don’t just walk away!

Ace: What’s wrong with my clothes?!

[fictionfixations]

YALL WHO WANTED YOUR JAMIL REACTION 💀 (this is in kalims vignette)

oh wait we didnt get to see round two in the event story right?? but we're seeing round two in kalims vignette. OOOH

its either kalims fast or his opponent is slow

Woo Kalim :D

omg kalim 😭

(also something to note. vil at first questions if its MC and the others [in the cars]. then later when its revealed who they are kalim goes 'its jamil and the others!' just something i noticed. of '[] and the others'. maybe im looking too into this)

bro i just hear cars stopping and then the (car) door BANGING open i am not kidding that shit was thrown wide open

kalim.. sweetie..

not the way the camera just pans over to leona smiling smugly its times like these where i feel like jamil really is babysitting kalim hfesdiuhfiuh (in all fairness, what if it wasnt leona who convinced him but instead someone with malicious intent who swore kalim to secrecy? you think he'd notice, or would he trust them anyway? or maybe he'd trust them in the hopes that theyd have a change of heart :(. if you cant tell i really like kalim so like..)

idk why but i didnt think the match was streamed live

context: before the bead brawl kalim and lilia went to the raintree market, found some peeps playing instruments and joined in. they did really well (it played different music when they started. i dont think ive heard it anywhere else in this game, unless its in like someone elses vignette or an event i havent seen but i vibe to it) these are those same doods

valid.

not this line being right after jamils

[sorrygotthesesacks]

Leona’s worst nightmare.

[salty-rey]

Glorious Masquerade | Vignette

"It's the city! See? This is Noble Bell College, and this is the river!"

My vignette for Yasuho's Maquerade card! I plan to write a story later on. I'm just too excited to wait!

[pansexualdemonslayer]

Lil Twst rant

Naaaa he did my bebe so dirtyyyy 😭😭

We Stan feminist Leona n Ruggie <3

JACKS TAIL WAGS WHEN HE GETS PRAISED ITS SO AAAAAAAHHHHHH 🥹🥹🥹

I love it when guys genuinely compliment each other, it’s so eeeegaeee 🥰 I <3 homos

…no comment 🫣

[crystallizsch]

thinking about jamil’s halloween vignette where he taught epel how to waltz just because he saw that he was Not Having Fun

also thinking about jamil’s scalding sands vignette where he haggled for the obviously fake genie lamp just for grim and the prefect as a “souvenir” when he could’ve doubled down with not dealing with the scammer

and his moments of silent contemplation before he does something Nice (and not something he is obligated to do) is killing me help

[im-spicy-sad]

I love that people in the twst fandom are just LOSING THEIR MINDS at the Vil and Rook cards.

As someone who just kinda likes Vil, it’s funny to see people melting at his new card and the reveal of his dad.

And as someone who loves Rook

Yes. Gimme feral weird man with long messy hair

If he’s weird to beastmen while in Pomfiore, how crazy was he while in Savannahclaw?

We are told that a lot of beastmen end up in Savannahclaw, so how did he act there?

How crazy was he when he was in a dorm FILLED with beastmen?

[alumi-san]

So I read the second part of Rook's Labwear Vignette and GOSH he's so gay!

Look at the way he looks at Leona

There's no heterosexual explanation to this!

This ship is definitely one-sided but you know what else? I think Rook is only in love with Leona sexually. Romanticly and sexually he's in love with Vil 100%.

When he asks Rook why he can't apply for Spelldrive Club so he can compete against Leona he answers that in that case, he wouldn't have time to assist Vil in Film Club. Like no matter what in the end Rook chooses Vil (daily reminder that he switched dorms because of him).

Also just read this line.

"I happen to quite like my position, you see.

After all, it gives me the closest view there is of you, dear Vil—o fairest in the school!"

Gosh, I love them so much!

[the-trinket-witch]

Imagine That

(vignette for Eugenio, my Yuu for TWST. Set early in the school year. Inspired HEAVILY By Spielberg's Hook. CW for cussing I guess??)

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Everything was moving so fast. Being thrust into a whole new world like some generic isekai, to having full confirmation -and conversation- with ghosts, to learning that magic exists, and there were whole schools dedicated to its study. Eugenio didn't get much of a chance to really get their footing. Professor Trein had been a buoy in a raging sea of uncertainty; the books of Twisted Wonderland’s history at least kept them from seeming as much like an interloper than they already did. So it wasn't much of a surprise to know Grim’s and their GPA was only held up by their Alchemy and History grades. They didn't require magic, or at least had work arounds for the magicless Prefect and the greatest -but least experienced- mage to ever live. One thing that had been taught early in their newfound circumstances was that magic required imagination to be executed properly. Ace and Deuce found that hard to believe, if their stuffy yet powerful House warden was anything to go by. They could at least see why Sebek had difficulty with some of the more abstract spells being taught, and with Epel’s colorful language, when Vil wasn't around, gave him an inverse edge. But regardless, it wouldn't have mattered if Yuu could imagine this entire world in some fever dream; no magic was no magic. And Grim was Grim, all 9 stubborn kilograms of him.

It seemed even the curriculum was out to show how much the two didn't belong. Yuu was dreading what the day was going to bring; there was a heavy emphasis in the email sent to have a hearty breakfast, and lunch period was going to have a special announcement. Albert was unfortunately not of any help-he didn’t want to make assumptions on how much RSA and NRC’s curricula overlapped and give the wrong idea of what to expect. It didn’t help, either, that the rest of the 2nd years were advised to keep hush-hush about things. Yuu and Grim would get their answer the moment they, Ace and Deuce entered the cafeteria. Ghosts handed out a pamphlet as folks entered, explaining things. But before anyone could read it, a collective shock washed over the first years. The other ghostly staff were continuing on their daily serving routines: shuffling bins of food, offering out bowls and plates supposedly filled with food. It certainly smelled like NRC’s daily lunch trappings. The griddles even sizzled as if cooking meat, and steam from the trays fogged up the sneeze guards. The only problem: every tray, dish and bin was utterly empty. Devoid of any trace of what one might constitute as ‘food’.

“F’NYAH?! What’s the deal? Where’s the food?!” Grim yowled.

“Dude, how ‘bout reading the paper. I’ll, uh, grab lunch, I guess…” Yuu sighed.

The blue beast grumbled, but complied if only to not be made to carry any of the empty dishes.

First Year Students, Welcome once again to the beginnings of your magical academic career here at Night Raven College. It should already have been covered in your classes about the mechanics of magic: The magic you hold is channeled through your pen’s magestone and made manifest with a combination of spells and will. Willpower is actually one mental aspect of spellcasting. The other: Imagination. The stronger the imagination, the more effective one’s spellwork is. This exercise lasting the entirety of your lunch period will help you flex your imaginative muscles. For your lunch to appear, one must imagine -manifest in your mind- the items you can sense through the smells and sounds still provided. If by the end of this lunch period, nothing can be gleaned, unfortunately the typical lunch fee will not be refunded and no other opportunities until dinner period will be provided. Best of luck and happy imagineering~

D. Crowley, Headmaster

“You’re fuckin’ kidding,” Yuu grumbled.

All their reservations based on their academic ‘success’ thus far were suddenly filling the forefront of their mind. I guess that means we don’t eat til dinner…Ace and Deuce kept to either side of Yuu as they all sat; they too were concerned about having nothing to show for the price of their lunch. The only thing that could make such an ‘exercise’ worse was…

“HUMAN: I will be taking this spot-nowhere else is available. How fortunate for you to have a mage like me willing to sit here. Maybe some of my ambient magic will let you imagine a crumb for lunch,” Sebek bellowed.

The most Yuu offered in response was a sigh and bang-hidden roll of the eyes. Fantastic.

“‘Nowhere’ else? Y’sure it’s not cause nobody wants you to sit with them?” Ace grumbled.

“Let the weak be intimidated by my presence. It just shows my training has been paying off,” Sebek huffed. It wasn’t a rebuff, by the other fours’ account.

The scents were there, but it just wasn’t enough for Yuu to imagine themselves eating anything. Grim sat in their lap, mumbling over forking up a plate of imaginary carbonara. Every empty bite drew out a whine or grumble of the beast’s gullet. Sebek kept a revelrous reptilian eye on the pair, and a satisfied grin as he could only pantomime a forkful of something to his lips.

“What’re you all smug about?” Ace drawled.

“You three -and a half- look hungry~” Sebek smirked. “Can’t think of anything to put on your plate? Typical humans. Lacking in strength, stamina, magical prowess and even the brains to imagine simple food.”

“Least I got enough brains to think about more than licking my boss’ boots. Is that what you’re noshing on right now?” Yuu drawled. “You look like you’d eat anything if there were shoe polish on it.”

“EXCUSE ME?” Sebek roared. “How dare you insult one of Master Malleus’ knights!” But before he lashed out at the human across from him, he stopped, resuming the self-assured look he wore before. “What am I getting upset over? You’re but an annoying, magicless whelp. You have a familiar but still can’t use magic. And the headmaster made you Prefect of all things. Laughable for a cumberground dullard like you.”

“I wouldn’t give half a damn what your ‘Master’ thinks, if he’s willing to hire a cotton-headed ninny muggin like you,” Yuu spat back.

They snapped out a bandana from their pocket; if they were in for war, they wanted their bangs tied back to look the enemy in the eye.

“Oooh, tying back that coxcomb now, are we? What can you or that mangy moggy do against me? He looks like the spawn of a couple of hamsters and a bush of elderberries. Beslubbering louts, the both of you.

“Hey!” Deuce shouted. “What the Seven’s your problem?”

“Oh, so that’s it; you humans can’t do anything by yourselves, and need someone with actual magical potential to back you up?”

Yuu took Deuce by the shoulder, thrusting him down as they shot up. Grim’s ears laid flat, ready for a fight. And from the growing, rhythmic clatter of flatware, their squabble had the rest of the cafeteria rearing for one as well. Chants of ‘Zigvolt! Zigvolt!’ began to rise in pitch alongside the clattering. It only served to make the half-fae’s smugness spread further up his cheeks.

“Warthog-faced Buffoon.”

“Milksop.”

“Nerf-Herder.”

“Mollycoddle.”

“Son of a motherless goat!”

“Up your rear, Cow derriere!"

“Up your ass, Sassafras!”

Most of the chanting of Sebek’s name was quickly being drowned out by snickers and giggles. But it was Ace bursting with Yuu’s most recent volley that started getting folks rolling. Some still cheered for Sebek, but his anger was making him falter, and lose focus.

“Mewling, Flea-bitten nincompoop!”

“You’re what the French call, ‘Les Incompetents’.” Yuu only offered a wan, but calculating look. They had movie lines queued up til Sebek was red in the face.

“Idiotic…childish…tch-irredeemable horse’s ass!” Sebek spat, trying to get something out. If the Prefect wanted to swing low, then he had conceded to fighting just as dirty.

“If I'm a horse’s ass, how ‘bout a kiss? Ya goose-stepping, spearmint, sawtooth cabrón, lappin’ at your own cloaca, with a raging case of Tinkerbell Envy!”Yuu huffed out the last of their breath, having gotten out something that sounded like it had been held back since they got there.

Chants of ‘Prefect, Prefect' started to rise out of the hush blanketing the hall. Sebek gaped, the rage building even more. His fingers crackled with barely bridled electric fury.

“Psst, Yuu: what’s a cloaca?” Deuce murmured, hoping to not be heard. Grim heard, of course, but had a similar question.

“Wanna know what a cloaca is? THAT’S a cloaca: it's the hind end of a bird or reptile, that nine times outta ten spews shit! I ain't the one today, Crocodile Dun-Doofus, I'm from Oakland!”

Small arcs of electricity danced across the table, all stemming from Sebek’s grip. Yuu didn't care; they scooped up and plunked back down with Grim in their lap. They casually pantomimed lifting something off their plate, observing the non-existent food dripping in their hand. Grim in turn snatched up a spoon and shoveled up a mass of nothing and wrenched it back.

“Hey, Sebek: why don’t’cha make like a tree and get outta here?” Yuu recited, before flinging the imaginary slab of food across the table. Grim let his spoonful of ammo fly as well, but immediately gasped in surprise.

Something connected.

A spatter of mashed potatoes and slab of Salisbury steak clung to the half-fae’s face for a moment. Sebek wasn't sure why he'd flinched when they ‘tossed’ their ammo, but to have actual food slap him in the face left him stunned. His bright green eyes bored back in shock as the steak and potatoes slid down his blazer. Across the table, Yuu, Grim, Ace and Deuce were equally stunned. Glances danced back and forth between the soiled Sebek and the once-empty dinnerware.

“Wait, how did you do that?” Ace gasped.

“I…I just thought…maybe cause I got Grim here…?” Yuu murmured. Proximity, maybe? Grim’s innate magical reserves, sparked into action by Yuu’s imagination?

They continued to ponder as their and everyone else’s eyes wandered the suddenly expansive spread of food people had picked out. Pasta, steak and gravy, salads, burgers and sandwiches, and an especially colorful assortment of desserts laid before everyone. 

Grim wasted no time. He dove into the dish before him, cackling with manic victory. It became everyone’s cue to dig in before the period was up. Sebek clawed the mess off of his face before storming off. His face grew hot at the notion he -one of Draconia’s knights- had been clobbered with food and brow-beat by a ‘lowly’ human. He snatched at an apple to angrily chew on the situation. 

Yuu, at that point, was so emotionally spent that they couldn't really find themselves hungry anymore. Grim was more than happy to take their stead. They grinned a bit to feel Deuce shaking them by the shoulder in congratulations. 

“Hey, that was actually kinda cool, dude,” Spade said. “I hope he leaves ya alone after this. I wonder if any of the teachers are watching. Maybe you'll get extra credit?”

“Maaan, that’d be your luck, wouldn't it?” Ace whined. “I better not start getting teachers on my ass about you tutoring me.”

“Doubt it,” Yuu chuffed.

“Ya, they'll have ya bein’ tutored by me, y’know~” Grim snickered.

“Doubt that,” Ace grumbled. “Still, gotta hand it to ya: you pulled through. Here, congrats.”

Yuu was still coming down from their squabble, but talking with Deuce didn't let them see what Ace was offering to congratulate them. They turned back, only to get a spatter of mousse square on the nose. A few giggles, Epel offering some himself, came from the table behind Yuu. The Prefect snerked, appreciative of the ‘gesture’. It erupted into a full cackle, bringing more folks in to join. Ace howled at the sight, until he too got a gauntlet-throwing slap across the face with another flap of steak. 

Thus opened the food flood gates. 

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Up in the window sill, second and third year students clung, flew and hovered to catch a peek at the first years. A certain pair, Diasomnia’s housewarden and vice lead, spied over the proceedings with intrigue. This hadn't happened before. Not a food fight, and certainly not the exercise executed by someone without magic.

“Do be sure to talk with Sebek when he gets back. He looks like he could use a little pick-me-up,” Lilia cooed.

But Malleus wasn't paying mind to Lilia. His focus had honed in on the Prefect. They recognized the sight of them around that Ramshackle building. Even though they were able to imagine the food out of hiding, they still had that void of an aura all non-magical folk lacked. Curious little thing, he thought. He’s been avoiding the old mansion he used to haunt, with it no longer being his own to wander. At first he remembered having a sort of resentment towards the new tenants, but now that seemed so childish. One of the new tenants had just become quite interesting.

“BANGARAAAANG!” Came crowing out of the Prefect.

Both fae wheeled back to see them having climbed onto a table. Over their head, they held Grim, who chucked a hefty lob of custard out to some unlucky boy below. Their battlecry was met in kind, as was a torrential volley of food right back at the both of them. Yuu instinctively held Grim up to their chest, tucking behind him and letting him receive most of the onslaught. They couldn't help laughing even more to see Grim’s caked face despite his attempts to devour the ammo.

“Fufu, it’s been a while since I've heard that,” said Lilia. “I wonder how those boys are doing, now that I think about it…”

@ceruleancattail @squidwen @thecosmicjackalope @vaporvipermedia @writing-heiress

@oya-oya-okay @k-looking-glass-house @thehollowwriter @rainesol @cyn-write

@heartscrypt @br3adtoasty @jackiecronefield @ruggiethethuggie @hoboyherewego

@achy-boo @oreoskys @oseathepebble @oathofoaks @tunabesimpin

@hamstergal @fumikomiyasaki @valse-a-mille-temps @hallowed-delights

@kimikitti @cyanide-latte @thetwstwildcard @atwstedstory @comingyourlugubriousness

@ice-cweam-sod4 @twst-the-night-away @nammanarin @scint1llat3 @tixdixl

[tixdixl]

"Happy 100th Anniversary" - Oisin's Platinum Jacket Vignette P3

Oisín: [We’ve come across a classic- the demi-god hero trying to reach out for the soul of his lover in the rivers of the Underworld.]

Riddle: If I remember correctly, when he removed his hands from the water, his hands had aged tremendously. Served him right… consequences for breaking the rules. 

Oisín: [You mean the properties of the river?]

Riddle: I suppose if you want to call it that. The dead cannot co-exist with the living. Those were the rules as depicted in the historical accounts and legends. 

Oisín: [>w>]

Riddle: …I don’t like that look. What are you thinking? You’re not going to try and disagree with me, are you?

Oisín: [No, no… It’s just got me wondering.]

Riddle: …what about?

Oisín: [Has there ever been something or someone in your life that you cared enough about that you would be willing to break or even defy the rules just to take care of them or have them in your life?]

Riddle, looking perplexed: What does that have to do with anything?

Oisín: [Well, that’s what this painting is depicting. The hero loved the maiden so much that he was willing to break the rules and plunge into the river of spirits to save her.]

Oisín: [Sure, he broke the rules. But he accepted the consequences because her life mattered more.]

Riddle: …I suppose when you put it that way, it does make him sound more heroic, doesn’t it? Or perhaps foolish might be a better word.

Oisín: [Perhaps, but I think it's possible for any person - human, fae, doesn’t matter- to care so profoundly that they are willing to stare the rules - even Death herself- in the face and say “So what?”]

Riddle: …I’m not sure I agree with that. I certainly wouldn’t.

Oisín: [...]

Oisín: [Call it a hunch, but I’m not sure I believe you. There’s really no one you care enough about that you would be willing to break the rules and accept the verdict? No one at all?]

Riddle: I– well… I-... I suppose you could say that I have done that before. But that was years ago–

Oisín: [-And you don’t think it would happen again?]

Riddle: …I suppose it could. My dormmates have really pushed me since the Unbirthday Party to loosen up.

Oisín: [And you struggle with that?]

Riddle: More than I’d care to admit, but I am… willing to try if it means my time with my friends is fruitful.

Oisín: [UwU Told you so.]

Riddle: Oh, buzz off!

Oisín: [If it came down to it, you would break the rules~]

Riddle: I said I’d be more lenient, not that I’d stare Death in the face and say “Do your worst!”

Oisín: [lol that’s fair. And in your defense-]

Riddle: Not that I need one.

Oisín: [-no one walks away from meeting Death and comes out the same person, totally unscathed and unchanged. And few are bold enough to stand down against her and refute her claims on their life.]

Riddle: Bold is too generous a word, frankly. Most people aren’t impulsive or rash enough to make such a foolish decision.

Oisín: [Maybe… and yet, there are those who are willing to abandon those fears, abandon reason, or even abandon everything they own if it means walking away from that chance in triumph. Many who are willing to sacrifice themselves, to offer up the only power and control they believe they have in their heart of hearts if only once more they could witness a glimpse of the unyielding joy and hold onto even a fraction of the warmth of their cherished one’s embrace.]

Oisín: [The fear of fleeting memory, that you might one day forget the sound of their laugh, the gleam in their eyes, the beat of their heart… It's an incredibly powerful fear. One that will drive even the most cowardly men to madness, and the bravest to their early demise.]

Riddle: …if I might be bold for a moment- you seem to really be enjoying this line of conversation. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so enthusiastic… I never imagined you would be someone to wax poetics like that.

Oisín: [^///^; uh… blame Rook?]

Riddle, squinting: uh huh. Sure.

…

Riddle: Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have places to be, and punctuality is key. I appreciate you taking the time to chat with me. I rather enjoyed it.

Oisín: [No problem, really! Thanks for walking with me.]

Oisín: [...there was another exhibit I wanted to see. It should be coming up soon.]

Oisín: [Aha!! OwO Found it]

Oisín: [Moments before his demise, the bumbling school teacher dances the night away with the woman of his dreams.]

Oisín: [Amazing how easy it is to lower your guard when you're in the presence of someone who you care so much about, even if the presence of Death lurks behind every corner.]

Oisín: [Only Death herself knows when she will call for you. And you will lose so much when the time comes for me to escort you there.]

~~~

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Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @rainesol @elenauaurs @starry-night-rose @boopshoops

@cyanide-latte @blithesharem @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter @inmateofthemind

@lumdays @the-trinket-witch @twstinginthewind

Lmk if you want added/removed

[queenssspider]

Based off of Azuls Halloween vignette

[fictionfixations]

the tweels want a pet

(jack's labwear vignette)

[Floyd: Ha ha, who's a good boy? You are! You are!

Jack: Hey, stop that! No headpats! Quit messin' up my hair! And hands off the ears!

Floyd: Hey, Azul! Can we keep him? Huh? Can we?

Jade: We'll take full responsibility for him. Pretty please?

Azul: You know, he COULD make for a fine guard dog. What do you say, Jack?]

[blind0raven]

Finally going through Deuce's Bunny vig card story!

I kinda still remember when you shared this during the egg incident Deuce, so I knew they were talking about "you"

I mean... it is true

Trust takes alot of time to rebuild, and its easy to break...

For Deuce to earn trust again by some people in his hometown will differ between others... but it'll take time

Aw... that's sad he still faced it again...

No kidding I wish he was talking about me this the cop you mentioned during the wishing star event right?

Yay I was right! It was the cop!

Sad we don't get to see this cop, but still glad someone else also believed in him

Lowkey I headcanon that the cop is kinda like a Twst!Judy Hopps!

End of Part 1 of the Deuce Bunny Vig Story Chapter 2

[dragontamer05]

Idia, WhAt

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I can't even

[salty-rey]

What if I wrote a short story to tie in the vignette art that I'm doing of Yasuho?? 👀

[sleepyheadincoulds]

Running Away Isn't Easy - Emmanuel M. Ruiz, Knight of the Moon Vignette (Pt. 1)

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This is a revised version from my old vignette both The Real Thing and I'm So Tired

Authors Notes: Book 7 spoilers, platonic :3

Everything felt tense, the atmosphere felt suffocating, and panic and fear aroused. Malleus was either not in his right mind, or he was crazy, either one of those was it. Emmanuel and Grim were practically shaking, they never once witnessed Malleus acting this way. But Emmanuel’s heart dropped to the floor, when she saw pitch black ink, black as a raven’s feather. Her mind felt dizzy, her ears were ringing and all she could hear was muffled yelling and arguing. Grim’s paws were clutching onto the blazer of Emmanuel’s uniform, while Emmanuel was holding a frightened cat close.

Her mind snapped back when she heard these words from Malleus’s mouth, “O spinning wheel of fate, spin the threads of calamity. I, the Lord of Malevolence, offer this blessing.” Emmanuel’s stomach was twisting up like a spring coil, Grim’s claws were digging into the fabric of her blazer. Everything in Emmanuel’s mind was chaotic, full of fear and anxiety, until those final words coming out of Malleus’s tongue, “Fae of Maleficence.” Lilia’s eyes widened as he screamed, “MALLEUS!” Time had stopped, everything was falling apart so quickly.

The atmosphere was thick, thorns that looked sharp as needles were growing into the Diasomnia dormitory. Emmanuel and Grim were holding onto each other like lifelines. One by one everyone fell asleep, their friends, acquaintances, classmates, teachers, and staff. Emmanuel saw some familiar ink on the floor where Malleus stood, but he looked so different than before. She realized one thing, something that she trusted Malleus not to do, to overblot.

Her eyes looked up into his, not daring to face away. Eyes like hers that are like pearls that could shame the most precious pearls, boring into his green, emerald eyes. But she could never look at him the same way as before. Someone who was like a guardian to her, like family, and like a guide. Like a shepherd to his sheep.

Her body was shaky, in her mind the only words she could hear was: “Not again, not again, not again.” Sinister laughing could be heard from Malleus, as if he were mocking the young girl’s fear. “Don’t worry. There’s no need to be afraid.” Malleus spoke, now towering over Emmanuel’s trembling self. She spoke up, her voice shaky and timid, “Why?” Why, that was the only thing that could come out of her mouth. He didn’t respond to her question, “Give in to slumber…”

Emmanuel suddenly felt tired, her body began to weaken and her mind shutting down all thoughts. “That’s it, and a thousand years will pass in the blink of an eye.” Malleus spoke to her; his words were like a trance. Grim tried to stay awake, but the trance feeling of falling asleep was stronger. Thorns were growing everywhere, and Emmanuel was in a trance until she closed her eyes and fell forward. Malleus caught her and he held her tightly.

There lies a girl, who was only fourteen years old, under the greatest curse of a thousand years of heavy slumber. There stood the crowned prince of Briar Valley, Malleus Draconia, whose bloodline follows the Thorn Fairy. But at this darkest hour, he puts a curse, or he calls it “his blessing” of a thousand years of sleep upon all of Night Raven College. The girl, Emmanuel Ruiz, was just a merely human child, with no magical talents whatsoever, and just a student under the Ramshackle dorm. But what makes her so important to the crowned prince of Briar Valley? A powerful fae that was feared by many.

Emmanuel was the first person who wasn’t actually afraid of Malleus. When they first met, Malleus found it silly how a youngster like her decided to call him, “Señor Dragón” (Mr. Dragon). Even over time Malleus thought her finding out his real name would scare her, but it didn’t! Not when it was revealed at VDC.

They both had a father and daughter bond, and it was something so dear and precious to Malleus. Emmanuel was never afraid of him, and she was always so sweet and kind to him.

Malleus thought everything was perfect, until the breaking news of finding out Emmanuel had possibly found a way back home. His heart was torn and he felt as if his whole world was falling apart bit by bit. But he also knew that she was human, and her lifespan was short. Humans have to live their own lives. He didn’t want to let her go yet. It almost felt pathetic for a Fae Prince to grow such attachment towards a human child that he declared to call his own.

The day that he overblotted, that was something that broke Emmanuel. Malleus was the last person Emmanuel trusted to not overblot, but yet here he is, cursing everyone to sleep. Including her. Everything has a price, but not all prices are easy to pay. Sometimes the cost can be the biggest consequence. Now Emmanuel lies asleep, in a bed of the most comforting pillows and blankets, and the sweetest and naturing flowers. She is safe, or that’s what Malleus believes in. Just a thousand years of deep slumber, and she would be safe. Safe from the cruel and broken world, no more tears, no more pain, just an absolute haven.