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sunnysidesevenup · 4 days ago

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Hello and welcome to my second event! Moonlight Song is still ongoing, so don’t worry if you still wanted to join that event as well <3 I just enjoy working on multiple things at once.

I’ve been pretty excited for this event, as many people know. I love coming up with events and making all the little assets for it, it really is so much fun and I adore seeing people’s entries!!! So, without further ado, here’s the Mad Tea Party Event!!!

Rose Court: Mad Tea Party

Every year, the high society of The Queendom of Roses hosts a party, in traditional tea party fashion. The host and organizer changes every year, and this year specifically is a special event: the reclusive and world famous author William Archibald James Alexander the Fifth is hosting it, a man who has not been seen in public for nearly fifty years!

Although, apparently, the man has given his grandson the task of organizing the party, and will not be attending. Never mind that his grandson is a bit young, and has never been heard of before now, and no one even knew William had a partner… But he’s surely capable, right?

As part of famous arcane academies, both RSA and NRC, as well as a few other academies around the globe, have been invited to send some of their best and brightest! This is considered a wonderful debut environment for promising members of society, after all!

NRC, of course, hosts a lottery for the students to win the lucky privilege of attending (…and the privilege of sharing transportation with RSA students).

Dress Code:

The invitations, written by the host and organizer, are VERY clear about the dress code. One must wear a colorful and eye catching outfit, and a hat. No hat, no entry. You may, upon entrance, attempt to convince said host of the validity of your chosen hat.

Here are some moodboards, and a reference. “Circus Lolita” is a good starting point to search for, but feel free to mix and match whatever styles you want!

Rules:

it’s not at all necessary to be following me to participate in this event! ANYONE is welcome to join!

Any type of entry is welcome: cards, general art, edits, fics, anything!

It’s not required to use the backgrounds I made, I simply thought it would be fun to draw one ^^

If you don’t want to link your character to my oc, don’t worry about it! It’s not necessary to follow the event story, you can still have fun with the outfits and aesthetic if you want, I don’t mind at all!

If you WOULD like your oc to interact with Ali or Tilly, feel free! You have my permission.

ANY Character is welcome to this event! NRC, RSA, some other school or place… Feel free to come up with some random reason your oc could be attending!

I will be writing my own ships in the event story, but don't hesitate to include characters in this event who may be shipped with the same character! Like I said, it's not necessary to follow the event story at all. This is all for fun.

You can draw/write for your own character OR a canon character, whatever you want <3 there are “official” participants, but this is all for fun, so it’s not necessary to stick to those.

Please tag me and use #Mad Tea Time! with your entry so I can properly gush about it ^^

There is NO DEADLINE on this event! Go crazy!

Backgrounds for the SR Cards:

Featured Characters:

[Limited Character] SSR Tilly

SSR Ali

SSR Ruggie

SSR Che’nya

SR Riddle

SR Idia

SR Jade

SR Silver

SR Azul

R Kalim

R Epel

R Trey

SSR Camlo Mendax

SR Ivory Gambit

#ITS HEREEEEE #alistair cearbhaill oc #twst tilly oc #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst oc #twst original character #twst fanart #twst fan event #twisted wonderland fan event #Mad Tea Time!

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sunnysidesevenup · 5 days ago

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sorry if this is too personal or smth but i saw a post made by @mellowyellow236 that they were quitting your game and wanted to know what that meant. it seemed like they had an oc in the game planned and idk anything about coding or how far along the code is to write her out or smth. i like yuri lot and im just confused if she is still going to be involved.

Unfortunately, they had to quit for personal reasons and will be going dark for a while—truthfully, I don’t have any more information on the situation than that :( but dw, they didn’t quit on bad terms or anything, just things going on in their life.

We’re not too far along in the story writing process, and everyone is writing their own character routes and storylines to make sure they’re in character, so unfortunately we won’t be able to include Yuri since Mellow isn’t around to write her. It’s very sad, because I love Yuri a lot too. Maybe if Mellow comes back we can include her in a DLC or something!

The code is set up, but yeah, it’s just a matter of writing the script. Can’t include a character if their author isn’t around 😭😭😭

#twisted in love #twst oc dating sim #TIL asks!#sunny’s asks! ☀️#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst oc #twst original character

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sunnysidesevenup · 5 days ago

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Okay, so. did it take me forever to finish this? Possibly.

BUT ALL THE MOONLIGHT SONG CARDS ARE DONE NOW!!! (except for the groovies…. which I will get around to eventually)

This has been so fun to do. Excited for my next event as well :D

#moonlight song competition #twst cater #cater diamond #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst fanart #twst fan event

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sunnysidesevenup · 5 days ago

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Okay so I may have speedran drawing Ali and Tilly’s cards, so perhaps the event will be coming up sooner than I originally thought….

#twst tilly oc #alistair cearbhaill oc #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst oc #twst original character #twst fanart

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sunnysidesevenup · 6 days ago

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Ali finds the ramshackle prefect a little creepy, for some reason.

#yuichi lore hints lol #he does actually have super interesting stuff going on :)#yuichi yuu oc #alistair cearbhaill oc #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst oc #twst original character #twst fanart #twst yuu

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sunnysidesevenup · 7 days ago

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Happy Birthday, Iso <3

I, of course, had to do something for @theolivetree123's Isosceles' birthday. My confidence writing Iso was a bit low, but I'm pretty happy with how the fic turned out <3

Also, it turned out to be eight pages in my doc, which is a lot longer than I intended at first lmao. These two are just really fun to write together.

fic under the cut!

“Tills, what’re ya’ doing?”

Tilly blinks, glancing up from the suspicious book in his hands. The words had been swimming weirdly again, doing an odd little dance around his head, not that he would’ve been able to understand it anyways.

Isosceles is standing near the open door, a confused expression on his face although it fades quickly as he takes in the situation. Cute, Tilly thinks, followed by the urge to say it out loud–he was asked a question though, wasn’t he?

“Summoning circle.” He says. It’s pretty obvious.

Iso’s face twitches, as if he wants to smile–and although the smirk he settles on is probably not the first expression he was going to make, Tilly still decides to appreciate it anyways. “You can’t read.” He chastises, a bit mean. “What’d ya’ think was going to happen?”

“Hmm…” Tilly hums, tapping a finger to his lips. “Getting killed, maybe? Hopefully by a successfully summoned demon.” The smile that forms on his lips is an innocent one, tone light and teasing.

“With this circle? Yeah, definitely gettin’ killed.”

He just answers Iso with a giggle, jumping up from his sitting position and nearly knocking over the lit candles and probably lighting things on fire. Isoceles watches with amusement as he seems to realize in real time that candles lit everywhere on the floor is probably not a good idea, and proceeds to blow them out. Once done, he bounds straight up to the taller man, feeling a burst of energy.

He grins up at him. “Hi. You’re late.”

“Wasn’t aware I could be late when we didn’t set a time.”

Tilly’s grin turns mischievous. “You’re late because I missed you.”

Iso raises his eyebrow, and Tilly is glad he got closer. “That so?” He asks. “Maybe you’re just borin’.”

Ouch, that one hurt. He is not boring, thank you very much.

He spins on his heels, hands on his hips and a pout on his face. “You just can’t handle my amazin’ presence.” He retorts, back to the other man. “And here I am, tryin’ to give you a birthday gift, and you say that…”

Iso makes a noise behind him, slightly unamused. “I don’t celebrate my birthday.”

Tilly spins back to him, poking his chest with a glove clad hand. “It’s an excuse for a celebration. Fun. Are you going to deny me a chance to have fun, Isosceles?”

The man grins back at him, sharp teeth on display, and Tilly kind of wants to pinch his cheeks to see if he’ll get bitten. Ah, that might not be the best idea… “Since when do ya’ need an excuse?” He’s saying, and Tilly zones back into the conversation.

He pouts at him. “It’s always good to have an excuse. Gets me out of a lot of trouble.”

Iso laughs, “Ya’ anticipating getting in trouble with me?”

Tilly nods back seriously. “All the time, yes.”

“Ha! At least you’re aware.” His eyes scan the room again, poorly drawn summoning circle and all. Tilly would say he did an okay job, but he’s definitely not an artist, and drawing circles was deceptively hard. Isosceles is clearly judging his shaky chalk lines as well, from the way his expression does that slight twitch of amusement again. “Seriously, what were ya’ thinking?”

The shorter man shrugs, a playful glint in his eye. “Thought you would like it. You like it, right? Tell me you do.” He moves a little closer, and yep, there’s the personal space limit, right on time. Tilly decides not to push it any further, pausing with a few inches between them. He doesn’t really want to get kicked out, at least not when he’s trying to do something for Iso’s birthday.

Iso gives him another grin, his eyes not entirely meeting his own. “Would like it better if ya’ were any good at it.” He says.

Tilly makes sure his expression is as sad as can be, “Aww…” He begins, and then his tone morphs into something more triumphant and smug. “But you would have liked it, right? So I do know you pretty well.”

Isosceles shoves him away slightly, making his way further into the room. “That’s a pretty low bar of a gift.” He says dismissively.

Oops, a bad choice of a tease, then.

Tilly keeps his forlorn sighing to himself (not that that’s what he’s doing, of course not) and follows the other man into the room. “My bad~” He apologizes. “How could I ever hope to know the oh-so-mysterious Isosceles?”

The man shoots him an annoyed glance, and Tilly raises his hands in surrender. The smirk doesn’t help, though.

…For someone who doesn’t want to get kicked out, he’s definitely pushing it.

Well, he’ll just run distraction, then.

“So… How was your day?” Tilly asks, tone innocent.

Iso gives him another glance, knowing what he’s doing. “Are we makin’ small talk now? Damn Tills, maybe you are getting boring.” He says, sitting down at the desk chair. Tilly decides to sit across from him on the bed, legs crossing as soon as he hops up onto it.

“That’s very offensive to me.” He responds seriously. “I’m the least boring person you know.”

“Dunno about that.”

Tilly gives him a huffy pout, Iso just grinning meanly at him still.

“Whoever you’re thinking of, I’m definitely hotter and more entertaining than them.” He tells him firmly. “By many points. It’s not even a competition, really. I have won by a lot.”

The grin turns meaner. “You’re not that–”

“If you say I’m not that hot I’m going to do something questionable.” He threatens immediately.

Iso laughs, a bit startled. “I was goin’ to say entertaining.”

Tilly feigns a thinking face, “Hmmm….” He then shakes his head, “No, that’s not acceptable either.”

His companion chuckles again, so that’s definitely a win.

However.

“Hey, Iso.”

He raises his eyebrow again, no doubt suspicious of Tilly’s new tone of voice.

“Come sit on the bed instead.” He says, patting the spot next to him. He makes sure not to be flirty about it, just a simple motion, but Isosceles still narrows his eyes and glances away dismissively.

“Nah, I’m good.” He answers, and yeah, that’s not happening.

Tilly stands up, running a hand through his hair, and sighs. Iso glances back at him, eyes narrowed at his answering, far too innocent expression, and watches as he then walks up to stand right in front of him. The shorter takes a second to consider the odds of getting kicked out, or beat up, or killed, and then dismisses all of that and leans down to be eye level with the higher being himself.

He doesn’t really feel like a higher being, though, not when Tilly gently grabs his face in his hands and tilts it up. The wide eye and slowly creeping blush don’t really feel particularly eldritch or scary, either.

“Hey, Iso.” He echoes, voice now softer and a bit coaxing. “Let’s sit on the bed instead.”

“Umm.” Is his companions answer, eye attempting to settle on anything else, although Tilly’s made sure to block his view. He doesn’t follow the word up with anything, either, so the shorter just drops his hands from his face and slides them to his arms instead, pulling him up. He drags him over to the bed, and then they’re both sitting across from each other.

He smiles smugly. That’s much better.

“So! I got us a game to play.”

Iso recovers quickly, much to his disappointment, although the blush still staining his skin has yet to fade. “Oh?”

Tilly nods seriously, reaching under the pillow and pulling out a box. He sets it between them with a flourish, although Iso looks unimpressed.

“You stole Monopoly?”

“Is that what it says?” He eyes the box with newfound interest, but the title starts swimming again and he gives up. He shakes his head, getting back on track. “Ta-da!” He announces, opening the box, where an assortment of game pieces are strewn about.

Iso blinks, and then grins. “That’s not Monopoly.”

“I should hope not. I just poured a ton of other games into this box, it’s just so boring to stick to one… I even asked one of the workers for recommendations!” He picks up one of the game pieces, a little army man that the worker had explained was part of a game called Risk. He’d liked the sound of that, so he’d swept the little armies into his pockets when the underpaid worker had turned away. It’s not like the partimer would mind, but better if they weren't aware of it so they’d get in less trouble!

Chess pieces, cards, a variety of dice, various little game pieces cover the box, and the numerous game boards nestled inside. Honestly, it’s a bit of a miracle he managed to fit all of it into one box, but Tilly is very efficient, thank you very much.

“So, what are the rules?” Iso asks, unceremoniously dumping all of the items onto the bed. Looks like he’s on board, then.

Tilly laughs, settling into a more comfortable position on the bed. “We both already know the rules, don’t we?” He asks, laying out the very game boards in a seemingly completely random order.

If he’s not mistaken, Iso’s eye seems to brighten, and he grins right back as he also sets the pieces up in an equally nonsensical order. “Right, we do.”

Thirty minutes in and the game has fives boards (one of which is a piece of paper with badly drawn squiggles, one in a bright, near invisible yellow and another in a glittery purple), at least two decks of regular playing cards, two separate armies of little plastic soldiers, a strange, precarious tower of dice, and stacks of fake cash. There’s a little scoreboard off to the side, and somehow, despite the nonsensical game, the two are tied.

With bated breath, Tilly reaches over to take another card from one of the piles, Iso smirking at him as he does so. There’s a moment where he believes he’s successfully managed to grab it, when suddenly the carefully stacked tower of dice collapses, falling straight across his lap.

He blinks for a moment, and then turns accusing eyes onto Isosceles, who looks like he’s about to laugh. “That’s not fair.” He accuses.

“Eh? You sucking at this?”

The shorter’s mouth twists into a pout once again. “Cheater.”

His companion blinks (or is it a wink when it’s only one eye? Hmm, Tilly should ask him some other time) innocently at him. “What did I do? I was nowhere near it.”

Tilly just groans, swiping the dice off of him and back onto the bed. For good measure, he tosses one straight at Iso’s head, but the man just dodges with barely a twitch to the side. Stupid, annoying, godly reflexes. Just get hit with the dice for his wounded pride, okay? He’s sensitive!

He forks over a stack of his fake money to Iso, the man neatly adding it to his growing bank with a smug look. Once he’s done paying his horrible, no good, offending taxes, he rolls one of the dice. Hitting a six, he then carefully moves his little piece (a coin, of course, he has a brand) around the board, and begins stacking six dice on top of each other.

“Hmm, don’t forget I attacked you last turn.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He mutters, surveying the board. “Stop attacking me, I’m weak and fragile and I’ll cry.”

“Weren’t your words five minutes ago, “Oh, Iso, I hope you cry when I destroy you in the next five moves?” The man taunts, putting on a high pitched and annoying voice.

Tilly gapes at him in astonishment. “I don’t sound like that.”

Iso remains silent, amusement speaking louder than his words ever could, and Tilly throws a pillow at him. “I don’t! I don’t! Take it back!”

He dodges, of course, because Isosceles can never let Tilly do anything. Ugh.

Now lacking a pillow, and significantly more annoyed, he raises his hands and does a grabbing motion. “Give me your pillow. As tribute.”

“Deal with the consequences of your own actions, Tills~” Iso singsongs, taking his own turn on the game. He flips a card over, reads it, and then scowls. “How’d you sneak this card into my deck? You can’t even read.”

“Gimme your pillow and I’ll tell you.” He grins at him, fluttering pleading eyes.

Ever immune, he laughs, shaking his head. “Your secrets aren’t that important. I’ll figure it out anyways.” He then pats the pillow beside him, mean expression just rubbing it in.

And yeah, logically, Tilly could just get off the bed and retrieve the one he threw. But that would mean probably losing, because then Iso could change the pieces around, and then he’d have to start over his own process of changing the pieces around. He doesn’t want Iso to win. It might be his birthday, but he’s not a loser.

Looking at the board now though, it’s looking like that might be the outcome anyways.

So, of course, he has a solution for both problems.

“Iso…. you sure ya’ won’t hand over your pillow? Please? For me?” He asks again.

He’s met with the same amused smile. “Nope.” He says, and then narrows his eyes suspiciously as he registers Tilly’s smug expression. “Hey, don’t–”

Tilly interrupts him by launching himself across the game board, knocking everything out of the way and colliding straight with the other man. He knocks him back onto the bed, and immediately just lays straight down on top of him.

Isosceles lays there for a moment, and then responds with an accusing and smug: “This is because I was going to win, wasn’t it.”

He lays his head down against Iso’s chest, ear right next to his heart. “Hmm, who could say~?” He says, and then just pauses.

Neither of them say anything for a while.

It’s not like Tilly has never done this before, anyways, and even though the taller still gets flustered, it’s not as shocking as it once was.

…He doesn’t say anything about Iso’s heart beating, though. He’d done that before, and he knows now it’ll just cause a protest.

Instead, what he says is a simple “Happy birthday.”

“...I don’t celebrate it. I told you.”

Tilly sits up, grinning down at him. Iso’s face is a bit red, but he looks decently composed (and very cute, but he thinks saying that right now will get him shoved onto the floor). “Does this seem like a celebration? No, no, this is very un-celebration. A non birthday–unbirthday? No, that sounds stupid–Ugh, point is, no celebrations here!” His grin softens, turning into more of a smile.

“So, in a very not celebratory way, happy birthday, Isoceles.”

#it’s midnight now so I can post this :)#I love characters who are doomed by the narrative #sorry Tilly <3 #a triangle might kill you one day #twst tilly oc #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst oc #twst original character #twst fanart #isosceles’s birthday bash!

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sunnysidesevenup · 7 days ago

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Hiiiii!!! :D When I have time I will actual make a proper canvas and like line a drawing and stuff but here's a doodle where I eyeballed the colors so they might be off by a little.. or a lot 😂

my art style curse is anything I draw looks like a shoujo protagonist no matter what I do xD it's the eyes isn't it sdhgdh

OMG KAHSHSHYSJAYSHTSJSUHAYA LOOOK AT HIMMMMMM OMGGGG

he’s so cute 🥺

lol you really did shoujo-fy him /pos

#arlo wake oc #cherished gifts <3 #beloved moots <3 #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst oc #twst original character

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sunnysidesevenup · 8 days ago

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I’ve had this doodle in my drafts for a bit, so I figured I might as well finish it and post it for valentines!! still the weirdest trio ever but I love them

#I love drawing idia’s hair sm #alistair cearbhaill oc #twst chenya #idia shroud #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst oc #twst original character #twst fanart #twst idia #wonderworld trio - sunny’s ships! ☀️

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sunnysidesevenup · 8 days ago

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Happy Valentine's Day!!! 💝

Arlo belongs to @sunnysidesevenup

March (mentioned) belongs to @/kumikokane

Truth to be told, I have meant to make this angst. But Sunny put happy Arlory thoughts in my head so I caved, and here we are. Warning: tooth-rotting cheesy sillies in love <3

It’s not news to Arlo that Rory was popular.

Didn’t mean it wouldn’t irritate him every time that fact was rubbed in his face, though.

“Are you that much of a dimwit, or are you picking a fight?” Arlo pointed at the heart-shaped box wrapped in pink and red, seconds away from exploding, “Are you even aware that we’re dating?”

“Well,...” The idiot in front of him had the nerve to look embarrassed. His objectively attractive appearance could never save his audacity, though. “I believe that Upperclassman Rory has the right to be informed of others’ feelings, too.”

“And somehow, you harebrain”, sorry March, “also believed that the most efficient way to go about it is to ask me, their boyfriend, to deliver your Valentine’s Day gift to them?”

Arlo breathed in. Stay calm. If he punched his stupid face, he would get into trouble. Trouble he’d rather avoid so he could spend his first Valentine with Rory.

“First of all, I’m not a hare beastman.” Sevens, please give him patience. “More importantly, well,...” Dropping the docile mask, the idiot just started giggling. “If you’re confident in your relationship, you will have no problems helping an underclassman out, am I right, Upperclassman Arlo Wake? Or perhaps… Are you scared?”

Alright. Sorry Rory. He had something, or someone, to deal with. Immediately.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

“Aaaaand that’s why you’re in detention. On our first Valentine’s together. As a couple.”

Here they were, sitting side by side in the corner of an empty classroom, per Professor Trein’s orders. Well, to be more precise, he was forced into after class self-reflection, and Rory showed up with a bunch of first aid as soon as they caught wind of the incident (“Teacher’s pet privilege”, they proudly claimed). Considering how the idiot was in the infirmary and he only got a few bruises and scratches, Arlo thought this punishment was light enough.

Rory might have been whining, but Arlo did not miss the way their hand gently dabbed antiseptic on his wounds. It stung, nowhere near the pang of guilt Arlo was feeling, though.

“I’m sorry.” He surrendered.

“And why is that?” Rory hummed, although their focus was largely on bandaging him up.

“I should have disposed of his body. Or asked Jade and Floyd to help out so I can have more time with you.”

Rory snorted, and Arlo unknowingly smirked as well. Still, apparently Rory was still dismayed, as they knocked, albeit lightly, on his forehead with one of their knuckles.

“Hey!” Arlo yelped, his hands rose up in a feeble attempt to fend off Rory’s attack. “What was that for?”

“Wrong answer. Try again.” They pouted, and Arlo wanted to kiss those lips so bad. So he leaned over and did just that. His kiss was met with bewilderment, then bashfulness turned into enthusiasm, and he was distracted enough not to wonder if Rory could taste the metallic flavor of his blood, or how much he desired theirs in return.

“Foul!!!” When their lips parted, Rory huffed. It was not because they didn’t enjoy it, Arlo could tell. “I was trying to be mad at you, and now you just go and act adorable and crumble my resolve. How unfair.”

“Oh yes, what a sinful boyfriend that you have.” Arlo snickered, the emphasis on ‘boyfriend’ was definitely not because of a petty reason like jealousy. “Would my grand and gracious lover shed light on the cause for their sweet sorrow?”

“Arlo! Did you spend too much time with Rook again?” Rory was laughing so hard they might be doubling over, and Arlo thought it was more than worth it to act a little silly. “Truly, I can never win against you.” They concluded their finding with another kiss which Arlo eagerly welcomed.

When they pulled away from each other, Arlo sighed. “I’m sorry for ruining our first Valentine. If I could hold myself back, we could have gone somewhere more romantic instead of being confined in this empty classroom.”

“I would never be mad at you for that reason. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care where we are or what we’re doing. What I’m upset about…” Rory hovered a handkerchief over his lips, now bleeding again after the kisses, and they delicately wiped away the blood. “... is that you’re hurt. I know it’s not a big deal for you, but I care about you a lot and I will be worried even when you’re picked by a thorn, let alone a guy’s fist.”

Arlo’s face was burning a little. Embarrassment, shame, and a little happiness at Rory’s confession, he buried his head into their embrace. “I promise to get hurt as little as possible next time.”

He could feel their laughter rumbling in their chest and the gentle kiss on the top of his head. “That’s good enough, I guess. Alright, as for the idiot that’s in the infirmary, I’ll go and have a stern talking to him. No one’s gonna disrespect my boyfriend like that.”

“Promise me you'll tell him he’s stupid and ugly.”

“Of course I will.”

And even without flowers or chocolates, Arlo supposed this Valentine wasn’t so bad after all.

#UUUUUUGH THEY MAKE ME SICK /POS #THEYRE SO SWEET #RARE RECIPROCATED ARLORY FTW #MY BELOVEDS #I must draw them. soon.#cherished gifts <3

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sunnysidesevenup · 8 days ago

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ANFGJAHANAHMAHAJSYSJ

crying, sobbing, a cipher can’t hide his tragic backstory from me 😭😭😭😭

THE ART IS SO GOOOOOOOOODDDDDD

Isosceles's Weirdmageddon Card! + Groovy

Happy birthday, Isosceles!

!! TW for blood in the groovy !!

Non-Groovy:

"The time is nigh. Weirdmageddon is upon us."

Groovy:

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#Iso my beloved #I just want to give him a hug

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sunnysidesevenup · 8 days ago

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Pinterest has been recommending me outfits that Tilly literally forced me to put him in, so. I’m sorry? ….happy valentines I guess?

#cw suggestive #twisted wonderland #twst tilly oc #disney twst #twst oc #twst original character #twst fanart

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sunnysidesevenup · 9 days ago

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Mouse Name Reveal: Arlani

Wait, you mean Mouse's name isn't really Mouse??? Arlani belongs to @sunnysidesevenup

CW: Implications of suicidal thoughts and/or attempts. Nothing graphic or explicitly described.

Mouse sat at the edge of the docks, fidgeting with the flask in their hands. Thinking about things besides the potion, mainly how they found it weird that the docks was “their place”.

It made some sense, practically no one was here during the night - when Mouse mainly visited - and it was inconspicuous enough that it gave them more than enough alone time before their party members would find them.

Plus, the sea was pretty.

They sighed, looking down at the flask Jade had grabbed for them. A constant tug of war between the two of them the entire trip. Mouse wouldn't consider them arguments per say, but they wouldn't be surprised if outsiders did.

Mouse would love to be a mermaid! Really! It's like, every single person's childhood dream to be a mermaid or pirate or whatever! But Mouse couldn't really see past the possible issues. What would they do about their pump? Sure, Idia made it waterproof - Idia makes ALL his tech waterproof - but where would it go? They can't just disconnect it, they need the insulin. And what about them not being a strong swimmer? Surely that’ll become an issue. They’d have to relearn how to swim and that’d take much to long.

Issues upon issues flooded their head.

“You're back here, again.”

A loud yelp left Mouse’s throat, turning to face whoever just spoke to them. Holding the potion close to their chest like a most valued treasure.

“Ah-Arlani!” Mouse exclaimed, looking up to Arlani’s eyes before quickly looking away, “What brings you here?”

“Arlo was complaining about ‘Mouse disappearing again’” He answered, walking closer before sitting down next to them. “So I thought I’d be a Good Big Brother and find you.”

The irony and sarcasm in his voice wasn't lost to either of them.

“That's sweet of you.” Mouse stated, choosing to ignore the oil in Arlani’s watery voice.

“So,” Arlani started, eyeing the very recognizable flask, “what’s the reason behind your name?”

“Hm?” Mouse hummed, looking over at him. “What do you mean?”

“Mouse, why do they call you that? Like… is it your actual birth name?”

“Oh!”

Mouse chuckled, before breaking out into a small giggle fit and shaking their head.

“No,” Mouse answered, smiling at Arlani as they continued, “Mouse isn't my birth name, but it's… What I chose to introduce myself as when I first came here.”

Arlani frowned, staring at them. First came here - what did they even mean by that? When they first came to Moonlight Cove? That wouldn't be possible, everyone in the party seemed to have known them way before they visited here. When they first went to NRC? Unlikely, don't they do ceremonies and stuff where they call out people's full names? Honestly, it sounded more like they were talking about arriving in Twisted Wonderland as a whole. Which is impossible and insane.

“Then what is it?” He asked, leaning towards them.

“What's what?” They asked in return, clearly confused.

“Your actual name, dummy.” Arlani narrowed his eyes, “What is it?”

“Oh… Uhm…” Mouse hesitated, looking at Arlani before turning away. Placing the flask to the side and carding their fingers into their hair and tugging at it nervously. “I… Don't think I should tell you…”

“Why not?”

“I just…”

“Just what?”

Mouse let out a shaky breath, not wanting to speak their thoughts. Yet they felt pressured to. Tugging on their hair some more… It's fine. It's not like it’ll matter in the long run. It's just a throw away conversation. It’s just-

“I don't… Want people to remember me when I’m gone…” They admitted, moving to hug themselves tightly. “I don't… I don't want everyone to be sad, when I can't be here anymore…”

Arlani stared at them.

What the hell did that mean.

“What do you mean by when your gone?” He asked, voice strained as he leaned closer.

Were they sick? Was the blot from the overblots affecting them? Was he talking to a dying person?

“I mean when I leave,” Mouse responded, folding in on themselves when they felt his presence get closer. Their voice straining like they were about to cry.

“You need to be more specific,” He growled, reaching out to grab their arm tightly. “You're not planning on anything, are you?”

“No!” They quickly looked up at him, panic set in their eyes before they looked away. “Not… not anymore, no. I mean…”

They took another deep breath. The sniffling starting soon after.

“I mean… When I have to go back home…”

“And where's home, Mouse?” He pushed, his grip tightening.

And that's when it clicked.

He wouldn't know. He doesn't know. Mouse already had the sense that Arlo didn't talk to his siblings much, so of course. Of course Arlo wouldn't mention how Mouse wasn't from Twisted Wonderland, that they were from another world where magic and mermaids and fae don't exist.

He doesn't know.

Mouse let out a whimper, reaching out to grab onto Arlani's wrist. Their voice meek and quiet. Like their presence was the ultimate sin here.

“My… My home’s… It’s a place called New York… And it's… It's not in Twisted Wonderland…”

“Wha-”

“There…” Mouse cut him off, leaning towards him but not looking. “There was a mistake, that brought me here… We don't… Don't know how exactly… But I shouldn't even be here… And I… I was promised to be sent home sooner but there's… We don't know how yet…”

Arlani was quiet, stuck between the urge to believe them but the sensibilities to disregard this as mad ramblings.

“So…” He started, finally looking away. “You told everyone your name was Mouse, because you assumed it was just a couple weeks stay?”

“Mhm…” Mouse hummed out.

“That's…”

“You don't have to believe me, I know… I know it sounds insane…”

Arlani looked back at them, staring for a few moments before sighing and patting their head.

“Yeah, it does…” He started, before smiling like the sly fish he was and shrugging. “But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt here!”

Mouse just nodded, leaning away from him and looking at the sea. Letting go of his wrist to wipe at their tears.

“Now that we have that out of the way.”

They glanced at him, confused at what he could've meant.

“What's your name?” Arlani asked, letting go of their arm to cross his own.

“Arlani…”

“That's my name!”

“Arlani… Please…”

He frowned, blinking at them before sighing.

“You want them to remember you as Mouse,” He started, leaning in close again so that their noses were touching. “I want to remember you. I want your name.”

Mouse stared at them, unsure how to respond and their thoughts racing. The two sat in silence, a stare down that Arlani eventually won. Turning their face away, cheeks flushing a scarlet color, as they gently pushed him away.

“Ori…” Mouse started, cringing at their own name after having not heard it for so long. “It's Ori Babaska…”

He snorted, leaning away and covering his mouth to silence the chuckles.

“Wha- Hey!!” Mouse immediately looked over at him, glaring daggers at him. “I opened up and told you my name! Why are you laughing!?”

He let out a small laugh at this, their glare reminding him of a spited puppy.

“Sorry, it just fits you.” He answered, smiling at them. “It's a cute name like you.”

Mouse was silent, shock taking over their body before calming down. Their cheeks redder.

“Thanks…”

“Does it mean anything?” Arlani asked, leaning back onto his hands.

They nodded, fidgeting with their hands.

“Well?” He pressed, tilting his head.

“It means ‘my light’...”

“That's sweet.”

“Mm…”

“...”

“Hey, Ori, close your eyes.”

Ori blinked, watching him sit up and seemingly grab something. Tilting their head.

“Why?” They asked, trying to see what he was swirling in his hand.

“Just do it, I’m helping you.”

“Oookay?”

They huffed, closing their eyes despite being unsure if they should even trust them right now. But, benefit of the doubt or whatever.

“What are you doing anyways?” They asked, feeling him grab their chin and tilt their head up.

And being met with no response.

“Arlan- MMF!!!”

Ori grabbed onto his shirt immediately, feeling him push some god awful liquid into their mouth and carefully grab their throat.

They quickly swallowed, gasping when Arlani pulled back with a smug look.

“Stay still.” He ordered next, keeping his proximity close as he started to mess with the skirt Jade had to kindly bought for them.

“Your skirt’s too long, it’ll get the way of your tail,” He explained, feeling up the length of the skirt before stopping just barely mini skirt length. “You’d probably want a sash to keep your pump connected, but I can make this work.”

He barely gave Ori any chance to respond before he started to tear at the skirt. Some sadistic joy evident in his occasional chuckles at tearing up Jade’s gift. He ripped at some of the scraps, repurposing anything he torn into accessories or extra fabric decorations on the now makeshift miniskirt.

“But I barely know how to swim!” Ori finally protested, already feeling scales and fins grow from their body.

“Then I’ll teach you.”

“It's practically midnight!”

“I’ll protect you.”

“What if you can't see me?”

“I’ll stay close.”

“But what if-”

“Ooooori,” Arlani sung out, smiling at the way they cringed and then flushed heavily at their name. “You’ll be fine, I won't let anything happen. Don't you trust me?”

They frowned, watching as he blinked his pretty eyes at them. Pouting at them like a kicked puppy.

“... Fine.” Ori relented, rolling their eyes. “You're lucky I have a weakness for pretty men batting their pretty eyelashes at me.”

“I sure am!” He smiled, before pushing them into the water without a second thought. Ignoring the slight scream as he waited a few seconds before diving in himself.

The worry of not being able to see Ori was immediately dissipated, his eyes landing on a now fishy - but familiar shape. He took in each feature; pink tinted silver scales, accompanied with a deep tealish blue running down the back of their tail and small soft jasmine yellow fins decorating them. Of course he didn't miss the yellow stripes on their neck and the yellow blushy circles on their cheeks.

“You're awfully bright for a sweetfish,” Arlani commented, swimming down to them and grabbing onto their arms to keep them from sinking. “Wasn't expecting Floyd’s nickname to be correct though…”

“Floyd’s… Pretty good at reading people…” Ori commented, looking down at themselves with utter confusion.

How does one limb around as a fish?

As if he read their mind, he spoke up.

“Just think of it as having your normal legs, but push them at once instead of separately.” Arlani explained, continuing on his explanations. “Some mermaids need to push their tails up and do-”

“Oh hi.” He looked down, somewhat amused at Ori bumping their tail into his.

He continued on explaining.

“Mermaids like us, however, need to move our tails side to side in order to move.”

“Oh…”

“It’s fine.” He reassured them, watching them slowly try out moving their tail - correctly, this time.

“And… How do I turn?” Ori asked.

“Allll in the waist and chest. Just move those parts to where you wanna go and your tail will push you forwards.”

“... Weird…”

“Imagine learning to walk on land.”

“Weird.”

The two of them chuckled. Taking the time to teach Ori how to swim.

And then exploring. Anywhere Ori went, Arlani followed. The two staying close to the docks.

Sometimes, when Arlani went off to look at something else, Ori would panic. Looking around the waters like a lost child before finding and rushing into him, knocking him off course and dazed.

Overall though.

It was a nice time, from Ori’s perspective.

Climbing back into the docks with Arlani, hair soaking and scales slowly shedding off to reveal skin. The two sat there for a minute, Arlani combing his hair back while Ori sat like a sopping cat.

“So, how was it?” Arlani finally asked, looking over at Ori and almost feeling the urge to pity them.

“It was fine…” Ori responded, slowly sinking down to lay on the dock. “Probably never again though. I think one time was enough.”

“Awwwe, even if you were so pretty?”

“Stop.”

He snorted, shaking his head before standing up. Walking over and picking them up like a cat.

“C’mon. Let's go get you dried off.”

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Ori looked at the open door, blinking once, then twice, then another time.

“Are you coming in?” Arlani asked, turning back to look at them like they were some crazy person.

“Oh uh! Y-yeah! Yeah!” Ori nodded, rushing into his home and closing the door. Looking around like a lost cat before looking to Arlani.

“The bathroom’s over here,” He motioned down a hallway, before turning and heading down the way he pointed at.

Ori followed almost instantly. The two of them slipping inside and Arlani grabbing a towel off the rack. Draping it over their head before ruffling it up. Working on drying them off.

“I should have a spare T-shirt in my closet,” He started, mainly talking to himself. “You can use it as pajamas and stay the night. It's a bit late to send you back to the Bed and Breakfast…”

Ori just hummed out a response, soaking in the attention at being dried by a fluffy towel.

When he got them to an acceptable dryness, he stopped. Slipping out for a few moments before returning with a shirt.

They looked at it, and then him, from underneath the towel. Taking it from him with a smile.

“Thanks.”

Arlani just shrugged. Turning away for Ori to get dressed in privacy.

Ori hummed out appreciation, quickly discarding their wet clothes and patting themselves dry with the towel on their head before slipping on the oversized T-shirt.

“Hey Arlani?” They spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“Can you turn around and bend down a little?”

Arlani looked at them, eyebrow raised before sighing and turning to fully face them. Bending down just a bit for… Whatever reason.

“Close your eyes?” They requested next.

“Eh? Uh… sure.” He closed his eyes.

The next thing he knew, he was flinching a bit. Feeling Ori’s hands gently cup his face before barely feeling something on his lips.

Opening his eyes, he saw Ori’s face pull away with a soft smile.

“Thank you… For tonight.” They spoke, before pushing past him and speed walking to the living room. “I’ll uh! Sleep on the couch!”

He just watched them leave. Before turning away and pressing his finger tips to his lips. Frowning a bit.

That was hardly even a kiss…

#they are so cute and I’m so invested #you can write as much of Arlani as you want fr #arlani wake oc

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