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Lilia! I love my birthday twin looking like this. He handsome. (Squish the cheeks)

happy birthday lilia! 💚

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Auld Lang Syne 2025

Character(s): Mayrose Kingsley x Ray Blackwell

Word count: 1005 words

Author’s note: I started this fanfic tradition in the twisted wonderland fandom back in 2021, and due to poor mental health I was unable to make one for 2024. So I am happy to present another fandom with a self indulgent fanfic for a beloved game of mine. //\\ As for Mayrose, this is still early on in their relationship where ‘Rose’ and Ray know little about the other so Ray is unaware of who Rose’s brother is. Happy New Year! Time for me to celebrate my birthday with my family!

Summary: It’s their first New Year together and Mayrose is excited to have the midnight kiss with Ray. Unfortunately, the pair have a notorious history of not being able to last to midnight. So, they make a plan. If either of them falls asleep, the other is to wake them up. Will they be able to have that kiss or will their natural tendencies win in the end?

Mayrose laughed in excitement bouncing on the hotel bed and snuggled into the yellow covers before looking out at the night sky. Ray chuckled while slipping from his jacket, hanging it on the back of the dark stained chair across from where Rose laid on the bed. 

“So you really don’t have any traditions for the holidays?” Ray asked, bringing back up their conversation from prior to their arrival at the hotel.

Rose shook her head, “No, none. At least, none that I was a part of growing up.”

Ray walked to the bed and sat down next to Rose, his fingers reaching out to play with her sprawled golden hair. “None? All because of things you couldn’t control. It sometimes amazes me how cruel your family is.”

”Cruel? No, that’s not it,” Rose shot up at Ray’s words about her family. “It wasn’t their fault. Most traditions with me would have needed me to have been in better health than I was. It wasn’t like my older brother and parents didn’t want to. They… they couldn’t. I was always so sick this time of year. But when my father passed away, my brother became so busy. So, then we couldn’t create those things.” Ray frowned as he listened to what Rose had to say. But, he knew better than to carry on or insult them anymore than he did. So, instead he changed the subject. “Maybe next year you can spend the holidays with my family. It’s modest, but it is still better than nothing.”

Rather than answering, Mayrose turned a bright red at the thought. She made sure to not look in Ray’s direction, her eyes plastered to the sky outside the window. Ray waited for an answer, gently lifting Rose’s face to look at him. A mischievous smile spread across his lips, his green eyes shining as he looked at the red blush against Rose’s cheeks and the tips of her ears.

“That has you all flustered?” Ray teased.

“Of course it does! This is the first time we have talked about introducing the other to either of our families. Besides, you know I’m from the red territory. We have to sneak around as it is.”

Ray leaned forward and kissed Rose on the forehead. “We have plenty of time before the next holiday season to figure out how we are going to work this through.”

Rose shook her head with an amused expression, unsure of how to handle Ray’s mischievous idea.

Time passed with the two taking pleasure in each other’s company, there was still hours until midnight.

Rose yawned slightly while curling into Ray’s side, her cheek resting against his chest while mumbling, “It must be close to ten.” Her internal clock saying that it is time for rest, moments pass before Rose’s eyes once again.

“Get some rest, Rose, I’ll wake you up at midnight.” Ray told Rose, his thumb gently rubbing circles against her bare arm.

“You promise?”

“Of course. That is if I’m still awake myself.” Ray smiled at her brightly, Rose returned one sleepily as she allowed herself to relax into Ray’s embrace.

With Rose now sleeping against his side, Ray returned to the book that he was reading. A story about an immortal man who is able to turn other people into a mythological creature of the night. It was a romance novel, though the heartbreak of a past love’s death torturing the man plagued him in the present. Ray enjoyed it enough, he was curious about how the woman would tell the story from her perspective, would she think him mysterious or just lonely? Ray would have to ask Rose her opinion about it in the morning.

As the time went by, Ray’s yawns became increasingly persistent, his blinks began to move slower, and he was having to reread line after line in his book. He looked at the clock, it’s still thirty minutes before midnight. Ray glanced down at Rose and decided against waking her up just now, he didn’t want to ruin her sleep.

Ray continued to read his book, his head periodically nodding as he struggled to stay awake. After a particularly startling awakening, Ray checked the time once again, fifteen minutes left. Make it fourteen. It’s still too early to wake Rose up. Shaking his head momentarily, Ray went back to reading his book.

Some time later, Ray woke up, the morning sunlight shining on his face. Ray’s eyes shifted to the clock, it’s nearly eight in the morning. Sighing, Ray relaxed back into bed and watched the way Rose peacefully slept. Her chest rising and falling slowly. Ray smiled gently, brushing a few chaotic strands of hair from her face.

The second Ray touched one of the strands of hair, Rose’s nose twitched, a blue eye opened slightly. Her eye closed once again when a moment later she launched from her resting place against Ray’s side. Rose’s eyes were wide while she stared at the clock, rereading the time again and again.

“No, it’s well past midnight!” Rose seemed distraught as she finally realized that both of them had slept through midnight and the celebrations. Tears welling up in her eyes as she looked out the window. Ray smiled gently, his finger right under Rose’s chin as he made her face him. Leaning close, Ray captured Rose in a warm, gentle kiss that still managed to take her breath away.

Ray smiled at Rose as he pulled away, “We did participate in the tradition, Rose. It is after midnight and we are still each other’s first kiss of the year.” Ray could feel the way that Rose’s cheek began to burn in his touch, causing him to hold back his amusement and desire to tease her.

“I don’t think that counts.” Rose said softly, turning her head away bashfully.

“There are no rules that say that it doesn’t. So, it absolutely counts,” Ray leaned close and kissed Rose once again, his hand slipping behind her head. “Happy New Year.”

Also, look at the chocolate chip cookie cake I made for myself and my dad! Since it’s our birthdays and we aren’t going out or doing anything fancy, I made us the cake. He only likes chocolate chip, so I couldn’t have too much fun. While I did have an oopsie and flipped it too early, my experiment went well overall. The cookie is soft and gooey. Anyway, happy new year! I hope you all have a wonderful day!

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After playing Ikemen Vampire for so long, while I do tire of the kidnapping trope that is overly used, it’s not even my biggest criticism with the game or its lore.

technically Vlad’s route spoilers below

Pureblood vampires can’t die.

Supposedly. Except that is the whole lore in Vlad’s route that his family, the Drăculești bloodline, is supposedly this great nearly original vampire pureblood family.

Except, they’re killed by a bunch of humans when the humans began to fear them. It was a bloodbath where vampires and humans alike died that night, leaving Vlad as the sole survivor of the massacre.

So, pureblood vampires, according to the game’s lore, CAN be killed. Which means that Leonardo’s route with him getting shot a few times was a serious life risk given that spears was able to kill Vlad’s family.

But, that means the game needs to stop promoting that the purebloods can’t be killed. Because I by all means can write a fic about one of them dying and it be plausible given the fact that supposedly greatest of the purebloods could be slaughtered in cold blood.

One or the other, I hate the bad language used.

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Death by Cookie

That is not dark chocolate, haha, that’s a burnt cookie on a stick that Mayrose is trying to gift to Ray. Ray’s choice now is to eat the charred pastry or hurt her feelings. Oh the things you have to go through for love.

link to the picrew.

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I was curious about my aunt buying me the Twst light novel. She apparently bought it for me MONTHS ago. I haven’t had that in my wish list since summer. I made sure it was set up for everyone. But she bought me a second copy well in advance before I removed it. Man. Now I don’t know what to do with the second copy.

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Thank you guys for the sweetest messages in the colour my tree. 🎄💚

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I did Mayrose and Ray. 🩵💚

Guys this picrew is so cute🥺, I saw it going around on twitter. Here's the link if you want to join🍦

I made me and Arthur🧡💙

Tagging: @oda-princess @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @writingwhimsey @ellistral @usagi-milktea @aquagirl1978 @spoopy-fish-writes @venulus @bloemrijk @mxzyuu @rjthirsty (sorry if you didn't want to be tagged, also anyone else can join!)

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red army + christmas prompt 4

Ha, this was a blast to think about. They do seem the type to get proper pictures together at least once a year, and Christmas definitely seems like a fantastic time to do that. Thanks so much for sending this in!

Imagine your Ocs taking a group picture for their holiday greeting cards.

Who is giving directives on how to pose?

Unlike the Black Army, I do believe that the Christmas card photographs for the Red Army are very much a formal event. Instead of being taken by a member of the army who enjoys photography, Lancelot gets a professional photographer to come in for the occasion. The members of the Red Army are expected to show up ready and Lancelot and the ‘cards’ have a large say in the direction of the photographs but otherwise the photographer is in charge of everything. They’re the one who directs people on how to pose, how to hold their face, what to do with props, and everything along those lines. Lancelot expects everyone to listen to the photographer, though he may sometimes push back against them.

How do they pose?

As said, this is a professional photoshoot. There’s a lot of pictures taken by the photographer and their assistants. It’s not just like, fifty or sixty pictures taken. This is a much larger affair – several hundreds of pictures are taken. There’s pictures taken from a wide perspective of the whole of the army, there’s pictures focusing in on each team within the army, there’s pictures of the cards taken as a group, there’s pictures of Lancelot and the ‘cards’, there’s individual photos taken of each army member that they can choose to purchase to use in whatever way they wish, be it sending it home to their family or giving it to a lover. The photographer and their assistants really find ways to have everyone pose in ways that not only look aesthetically pleasing but also capture their personalities well.

Who ruins the picture by making faces?

There’s a lot of photographs that end up being scrapped because of Edgar pulling some sort of face or holding up bunny ears behind someone’s head, normally Jonah’s. Conversely, while Jonah will pose the best for photographs (it’s almost impossible to take a bad picture of the man), he’ll end up ruining some shots by reacting brashly or getting annoyed at another member of the army and forgetting that he’s supposed to be posing.

Who keeps saying ‘WAIT I’m not ready’ until they find the perfect angle?

Nobody – Lancelot runs a tight ship in a lot of ways and his Army members know their jobs for the day. Their task is simple – always be ready, act as if the camera is going to snap at any instant and be instantly prepared for it.

What are they wearing? Are they matching? Is there a theme?

Lancelot actually really, really likes the look of the Red Army’s uniforms. Even if he wasn’t born into his position, he thinks that he would have grown up to join, just for the chance to wear the uniform. Because the photographs are of the Army as a whole, despite it being Christmas, in his mind it only makes sense for them all to be in full Red Army formal uniform. Instead, the pictures should be made merrier and more festive with good backdrops and props.

Who shows up in something other than the agreed upon outfit?

It’s Kyle. While he probably remembers, after arriving, that it was supposed to be his formal Red Army uniform, he rocks up in his everyday wear, wearing his lab coat, looking mussed and slightly hung-over. He is definitely hung-over, enough so that he doesn’t automatically volunteer to head back up and change into his formal attire. He looks fine enough and it’s how everyone sees him day after day anyway, right?

Who is the most reluctant to be in the picture?

Zero finds posing for pictures to be a really uncomfortable experience. He feels awkward the entire time and entirely all too self-conscious about himself. Is he doing something weird with his face? Is he making too much eye contact with the camera? Is he posing like he’s supposed to? He gets very up into his head during the entire photoshoot and he prays for it to end before it ever even gets started. It doesn’t help that Edgar might be teasing his protégé during the entire photoshoot, doing things to make Zero ‘loosen up’ a little but mostly just annoying him.

What is written on the card?

‘The Red Army wishes you and yours a very Merry Christmas. May the joy of the holidays touch each and every one of your hearts, may peace and goodwill reign.’

What background do they choose?

Again, because they’re all decked out in the Army uniforms, I think Lancelot is really determined that every background should be incredibly festive. Shots done out in the snow, with the Red Army’s headquarters, all decorated for the holiday, are definitely taken, but so are pictures where the background is one where everyone’s posed around a Christmas tree or by a roaring fire, with ornaments, boughs of holly, ribbons, and pinecones strung around.

Who do they send the cards to?

As mentioned, each of the Army members are able to purchase their pictures  for whatever use they want to make of it. Lancelot is very purposeful in who he sends the cards to though – he distributes them to all the major business owners or large, well-known families in the area and personally signs with a sweet message, unique to each soldier, to the families of each of his soldiers.

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Surprise Routes

Can I ask that if you are planning or wanting to write a full transcript for any of the character routes, can you please comment below? I want to make sure that I, or others, are not doing the same thing that you are. Especially since I know from lots of experience that doing even one route can have thousands of screenshots or long videos with many minutes. It’s a quick help for me, especially for when I finish with the third play through on my current Luka’s looking glass route.

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I found the charger for my Apple Pencil, so now I plan to make a bunch of tarot cards for IkeRev.

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so, this would be a dating sim and not an otome, which Cybird really isn’t known to make. But man I would line up so fast to date Alice from IkeRev it would either be the most hilarious thing in the world or the sanest.

My girl and I would literally spend most of our day baking and eating said baked goods cause we can. And I would absolutely live for it.

You know what fangame I would love? An Ikemen fangame in the same style as the official games, except each route is for romancing the MC of each game.

Each route would require a completely different setting so you probably couldn't have a Ikemen-typical prologue (unless there was one for each route or there was some more isekai/magic shit going on).

But I'd like to imagine that the playable character in each route is whatever the MC usually romances in their game. Like in Kate's route the player would be a villain/have a curse. For Emma's route the player would be royalty maybe secretly. And you get the point

And either the playable character would be gender neutral or just have a pronoun option in the beginning. I'm thinking the second now that I think about it more

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Falling Leaves

Falling for fall hosted by lorei-writes & violettduchess

Character(s): Lancelot & Mayrose Kingsley

Prompt: falling leaves (angst)

Word count: 736 words

Author’s note: So I got the idea for this story while the writing event was going on, but I got busy with the archives and forgot to actually write it. I’m still publishing it, because I absolutely love my OC and because it’s still autumn (okay, so, almost winter), even if I was late to an event. Lancelot and Mayrose have a twelve year age gap, this story in particular takes place when Rose is only five years old, making Lance seventeen.

A shiver ran through Lancelot’s spine as he walked into his little sister’s bedroom, there was a chill in the air that sank into Lancelot’s body, even despite his long sleeves. The room was silent barring Mayrose’s labored breathing. Outside, the dismal autumn day left the room dim, the grey sky dull and gloomy, with a cold wind that shook the trees within view of the window. It’s been two long, dreary days since Mayrose fell ill, and Lancelot can do nothing but hold her hand while he sits by her bedside. The autumnal snow blowing about outside while not yet sticking to the ground.

“Lance! Watch me!” Rose giggled as throwing leaves into the air, a small swirl of color wrapped around the girl as a gust of wind blew around her and the falling leaves. The pink dress she wore for the day puffed up. But the person whom she cried out to didn’t seem to notice her fun in the fallen leaves, he appeared deep in his conversation with a mint haired boy, some boy named Clemente, or something or other. Rose didn’t pay a lot of attention to the boy who kept stealing her big brother away.

She brushed her hair back from her face with the palms of her hands breathlessly, slightly upset that Lancelot didn’t even seem to notice. 

Mayrose ran to her brother’s side. “Lance,” she whined, tugging on the young man’s sleeve. 

Lancelot gently patted her head. “Not right now, Rose. In a little bit.”

Rose pouted slightly and went off on her way. Trying to entertain herself, Rose continued to run around. Sometimes she would catch the falling leaves before they would land on the ground. Sometimes she would throw leaves into the air to enjoy the way that they would fall back down. However, there was only so much a young girl could do to entertain herself alone, after some time, Rose went back to trying to catch her older brother’s attention. 

“Lance! Lance! Watch!” She threw up another handful of leaves and let the wind encompass her body.

But once again, Lancelot didn’t seem to even look in her direction. Rose’s bottom lip stuck out as she began to pout.

Rose crouched down, pulling the leaves into a giant pile in front of her. As the pile began to grow, she pulled leaves from further away into it. After amassing a large pile, she jumped in it while laughing. 

Getting an idea, Rose rushed to pull her brother along, so he could jump into her pile of leaves and have fun too. But once again her brother told her that he would play later. 

Rose went back to her leaves, but not accepting defeat, she called out to Lancelot once again, this time, she held her hands over the giant pile, and concentrated. She wanted to make the leaves swirl around her with magic. Lancelot could do it without difficulty. If Lancelot can use his magic, then she can too. She has to be able to, mommy and daddy never paid attention to her. Maybe if she can prove she can use her magic too, they would be a happy family.

But suddenly, as the magic around her shifted, her body grew instantly heavy. Her body began to fall forward. Collapsing into her pile, she fell unconscious. Her body was uncomfortably hot but violently cold at the same time. She felt unbearably heavy, and it hurt to breathe. Rose knew she was asleep, because her eyelids were so heavy and she couldn’t open her eyes. But she felt so restless, that this would be a tiring sleep. She could hear Lancelot calling out to her, holding her even, but his voice seemed so distant though she could feel him picking her up and carrying her inside. Why couldn’t she use magic like her big brother? If she could, maybe her parents wouldn’t pretend she didn’t exist. Even as the only person who acknowledges her, even Lancelot didn’t want to be around a failure who couldn’t properly bear the Kingsley name. She couldn’t fault them. But it hurt. She just wanted to make them proud.

As the wind howled, rattling the window panes, Lancelot’s eyes were focused on the falling leaves as they were blown from the tree branches. Red, yellow, orange, and brown. The falling leaves reminded him of Rose, each so frail and brittle.

extra author’s note: I haven’t actually written a story in so long, I feel so clunky and rusty. the lack of fictional books I’ve read this years doesn’t help matters. I’ve really only read non fiction. So, thank you so much for reading this and bearing with me. i sincerely hoped you at the very least enjoyed it!

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Luka’s Dramatic End Looking Glass

I think between the two endings, this one is my favorite. At least, the wedding half. The teasing and Levie’s lack of knowledge made it all the cutest thing.

Apparently, Luka wrote something in his diary and Levie just so casually shared it aloud, with guests, on the wedding day. Ivdjnvaeorugnvreuogn

I love the garden cliff side hideaway with the diary, but this wedding is my favourite because it has both the black army and the red teasing Luka, ON HIS WEDDING DAY!

ANd, you get to see Father Clemence call Luka his “baby boy” after giving Luka some pretty decent officer related advice. Goriaehgoeurigbeaoribrea BEST REDEMPTION FOR FATHER CLEMENCE YET! Because even Alice said it, it is going to take time for them to actually communicate, but Father Clemence doesn’t hate his own son. Roingvaowrhgeprognqwr

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In my anime club at college, there is something called MTK-something or other night. What this means is it is every trash level animation that was ever thought about. This ranges from goofy things like Afro Dog to bad hentai (censored out). The joy about these nights is that I have tolerance to some of the most SHOCKING things imaginable. Nothing really shocks me on the low of every column, I think I could rate a few of the shows as low on every category.

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You know what, fight my 88,000+ minutes addiction roast bot, I have no regrets that I can find some of the most obscure indie music to jam out to.

@pondlilies00, @thefairfolk, @sakurawolfy, @ragyragd0ll

Might as well try this and see how it goes…

Go to volt.fm, get your spotify roasted, then share the roast here and tag some friends!

Tags! @shreysheep , @jester-to-the-king , @roughbuddy , @miranalvjy

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. . . Ah- so- yeah-

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So, I actually finished the cards now, yay.