#Disney Twst

[sheepwater]

eeeeehhh???? heartslabyul in cookie run!!?? waaaa??!! (I still haven't played cookie run lol)

also I revised caters design cuz i realized it didnt rlly make sence before lol

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[twistedpink]

Malleus Draconia, professional yearner, and puppy love extraordinaire can’t live without you,, At least, not without your voice. With the little technology he has you’re his ringtone, alarm, and sometimes (constantly) he listens to the voice memos you’ve sent him “just because”. His favourite thing to hear you talk about is being normal- be it groceries or class, maybe a coming of age novel before bed (if he’s been nice), he could recite your words verbatim if you asked.. He’d hate to miss out on anything you say, so won’t you send him one more video for his collection?

[turkeymeal]

merry christmas 🦇🎸

[aivy-saur]

Pretty blue eyed Ramshackle duo‼️‼️

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Do we have confirmation that the cursed Shroud parent is Mr. Shroud and not Mrs. Shroud?

While it's never outright stated, it is heavily implied that Mr. Shroud, not Mrs. Shroud, is the cursed parent. Mr. Shroud is the current director of S.T.Y.X., succeeding his mother/Idia's grandmother, Aidne.

Idia is also set to become the next director of S.T.Y.X.; this is expected of the eldest child of the Shroud family. If Mrs. Shroud were the cursed one, she would be the director--but this is not the case.

Additionally, it is said that members of the Shroud family tend to be very gloomy and depressing to be around. This is true for Idia, Mr. Shroud, and Aidne. Mrs. Shroud is the complete opposite.

[hueeefy]

colored images of my tapis rouge tiktok paired w the nightmarish "dream guest on my podcast" audio i made last year LMFAOOO my account is hanging on by its hinges this is the only thing i can serve atm i still love you my twsties 💔💔💔 (TW: bonus ace bieber)

[bobozolol]

Silly meme of my Yuu oc and Ruggie (foreshadowing)

[yoha-oa-art]

5 Years into the future - part 4.

[sheepwater]

Baby Azul cookie!! :D I wanna do baby jade and floyd too but I don't have any ideas for the flavor (put ur ideas in the comments if u got any 👀)

Also I turned him into a pin for my friend @blueberryjim's b-day :D hehe lil guy

more photos below cut

I do think I over-glazed him but if u think he looks better before dont tell me lol I'll be sad 😢

bonus jade sticker sheet I also made for my friends b-day

[twistedpink]

No thoughts, just there being no word for “love” in the language of Briar Valley and diasomnia suffering for it,, There are endless sonnets to sing and gifts to give, words for like and lust, but nothing for that starving, needy thing inside his gut :( A merciless beast that compels him to reach for your hands and kiss you breathless- so, what else is he to do but sign up for vocabulary lessons and pray there’s something to describe his blight? If the universe wills it, then he’ll find a way!!

“I,, Loave you.”

“??”

[caitchercatlady]

We definitely need a version of this event in which Idia gets trapped with no Internet access at all, so he has to talk to people XD

When beach!!! They beachin'!!

[hakuaki515]

flame blast II

[thecoolsquirrel]

Happy late birthday to me!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

a silly story

[Referencing this post!]

You can see the tweet for yourself here!

Apparently Yana was once in an online meeting and. An Aniplex staffer had the baby Malleus plushie sitting in their lap without any explanation or context given. When Yana said, “I don’t believe we’ve met?”, the staffer said, “I apologize, his Majesty doesn’t understand human language yet…”

She was surprised by the cool reply 😂

[brights-place]

[TWST] TWST x Birthday! Reader Warnings: Fluff, cursing,Angst end A/N: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY YIPPEEEEE I'm spending the day by sobbing on the inside and probably playing video games Update: I’m actually scuba diving with fishes I’m happy and I got to see a moray eel… eat… I was scared

ANYWAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAYS TO THOSE WHO ARE BORN ON THE 4/4 YALL ARE LEGENDS

Summary: It's MC is birthday and they get surprised by some students who wish them a happy birthday

A smile tugged at your lips as you glanced down at Grim, watching the grey feline dart between your legs, his fluffy tail swishing impatiently.

“Hurry up already!” he whined, nudging your calf with his head as if that would make you move faster. Soft laughter escaped your lips as you followed his frantic pace. “Okay, okay, I’m coming,” you chuckled, matching his enthusiasm.

Grim practically herded you past the old, creaky fence of Ramshackle Dorm, his tiny paws tapping against the worn wooden porch as he scurried ahead. You fumbled with your keys, listening absentmindedly to his rambling while humming in acknowledgment. Twisting the doorknob, you stepped inside only to pause.

The room was eerily dark, shadows stretching across the lounge like silent observers. Your brows furrowed in confusion, eyes darting around. Something was off. The entrance was… cleaner? The usual scattered books and dust bunnies were nowhere to be seen.

Grim, however, strutted right into the center of the lounge, his tiny paws lifting in excitement. The moment your foot crossed the threshold.

A loud boom was heard causing you to cover your ears grabbing a bat from the side before blinking with wide eyes when seeing a shower of confetti rained down like cherry blossoms caught in the wind.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”

The room exploded with cheers as the lights flickered on, bathing the transformed Ramshackle lounge in a golden glow. Your eyes widened in sheer wonder. The once dilapidated space had been completely reimagined. Golden lanterns floated gently in the air, casting a warm, magical shimmer. Elegant banners draped across the ceiling, twinkling under the glow of an enchanted chandelier. The rich aroma of freshly baked pastries and cakes filled the air, mingling with the scent of tea and just the faintest trace of magic.

Your heart swelled. Overwhelmed in the best possible way, you took in the sight of all your friends gathered together, faces bright with excitement.

“You knooow, [Nickname], you should really be thanking us for keeping this a surprise,” Ace drawled, slinging an arm around your shoulders with his usual mischievous smirk. “I mean, it was so hard keeping our mouths shut, especially with Deuce almost spilling the beans like a hundred times.”

Your gaze shifted, catching sight of Deuce as he sputtered beside you. You let out a snort at his flustered expression “H-Hey! That’s not true!” Deuce stammered, his face flushing bright red. “I only almost slipped once!” “You almost slipped six times,” Riddle interjected, arms crossed, giving Deuce a pointed look.

Deuce shrank under his gaze, muttering something under his breath. Riddle exhaled, shaking his head before turning to you, his firm expression softening. “Regardless, I expect everyone to behave today… especially you, Ace.” His sharp gaze flicked back to the redhead.

Ace groaned but didn’t argue. “This is your special day,” Riddle continued, offering a small, neatly wrapped box. His usual strict demeanor was replaced with a rare, gentle smile. “Happy birthday, [Name].” Trey and Cater approached next, both grinning warmly.

“Ah, [Name], I made some special treats for you,” Trey said, nodding toward the buffet table overflowing with a variety of sweets. Cater beamed, handing you a rectangular box. “And I got you the best gift, Prefect. No need to thank me!” He winked playfully.

You laughed, thanking them both before tucking the gifts under your arm. From across the room, Leona lounged lazily on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest. “Tch. Don’t expect me to get all sentimental, Herbivore,” he drawled, glancing at you briefly. His usual smirk softened just the slightest bit. “But… hope it’s a decent one.”

Nearby, Ruggie cackled, stuffing a pastry into his mouth. “Shishishi, thanks for the free food, [Name]!” Jack stepped forward, tail wagging slightly as he held out a small potted cactus. “Happy birthday,” he muttered, his ears twitching faintly.

You carefully took the plant from his hands, grinning at the unexpected but thoughtful gift. “Thank you, Jack,” you said sincerely. Before you could react, arms suddenly wrapped around you from behind, pulling you into a tight squeeze.

“Ehhh~? You look all teary-eyed, [Name],” Floyd whined, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Did we really surprise ya that much?” His grip tightened just enough to make you squirm. “Floyd,” Jade’s smooth voice cut in as he effortlessly pried his twin off you. “If you suffocate them, they won’t be able to enjoy the party.”

Jade handed you a beautifully wrapped gift with a polite smile. “Happy birthday. I do hope you find our present to your liking.” Azul adjusted his glasses from the side, smirking. “And if you ever wish to extend the celebration, I’d be happy to offer a discount for a future birthday package at the Monstro Lounge… as a special offer, of course.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you thanked them. Your gaze suddenly locked onto a familiar shade of gleaming ruby red.

Kalim practically bounced over, grabbing your hands with an excited grin. “Were you surprised?! Were you?! We worked so hard on this! Jamil helped a lot, but I picked out all the decorations! Banquets and parties are my thing! Oh, and we even made food from different places we’re from! Jamil made some from scalding sand and—” His words tumbled out at lightning speed, his enthusiasm practically radiating off him.

Beside him, Jamil sighed but didn’t interrupt, his expression softer than usual. “Happy birthday, Prefect,” he murmured. A light dusting of pink coated your cheeks as you thanked them.

Before you could respond further, a gentle tug at your hand led you away. Turning, you found yourself in front of Vil, Rook, and Epel.

“You should feel honored,” Vil said smoothly, eyeing you with a critical yet satisfied expression. “Not only did I ensure that this party was up to proper standards, but I also made sure you looked flawless for the occasion.” He motioned toward the elegant outfit he had gifted you, refined and stunning undoubtedly Vil’s doing.

Rook grinned. “Ah, Trickster! May this celebration shine as brightly as you!” Epel leaned in, whispering, “I’m just happy there’s barbecue steaks.” A short laugh escaped you as you thanked them.

As you moved through the crowd, you spotted Idia half-hidden behind a pillar, hoodie up, muttering to himself. “Ugh… too many normies in one place… but I guess… happy birthday, or whatever,” he mumbled, cheeks tinged pink.

Ortho, however, beamed brightly, hovering beside him. “Big bro got this for you!” he said excitedly, handing you a figurine box of your favorite character. “I hope you have the best birthday ever, [Name]!”

Your heart warmed as you smiled at them. “Thank you, Ortho. And thank you, Idia.” Idia let out a quiet squeak but hesitantly waved back.

Finally, at the far end of the room, standing just slightly apart from the others, was Malleus. His glowing emerald eyes held a quiet fondness as he approached, a small yet elegantly wrapped box in his hands.

“I have witnessed many celebrations, but this one is special,” he murmured, his voice gentle. “Because it is yours. I hope this day is as radiant as you are, Child of Man.”

The night carried on with laughter, music, and endless fun. Cake was cut, Trey’s masterpiece, of course. Gifts were exchanged, each one chosen with care. Every moment felt surreal, a reminder of how much warmth surrounded you in this strange yet wonderful world.

As the group gathered for a photo, you couldn't help but glance at the locket around your neck, fingers brushing over its familiar surface.

Yes.

This was a birthday you would never forget... and one that made your heart clench.

You stood in front of your mirror, clad in your pajamas, bathed in the dim glow of Ramshackle’s old lanterns. The party was over. The laughter had faded. The warmth of your friends, the joy of the celebration. it all felt like a dream now, distant and fleeting.

Grim lay sprawled across your bed, snoring softly, his tiny body rising and falling with each peaceful breath. He twitched in his sleep, a bit of drool pooling on the sheets as he mumbled about food. It was almost funny. Almost.

But while he dreamt of endless feasts, you stood there, staring at your own reflection, trapped in a different kind of dream.

A nightmare.

Your fingers curled into weak fists at your sides. You swallowed, trying to shake the hollowness gnawing at your chest, but it was relentless. You were older now. Another year had passed. A special day meant to be spent with family, but instead, you were here in a world of magic, a world that was never meant to be yours.

Your dull, empty eyes met themselves in the glass. The mirror.

The same mirror where Mickey had once appeared, his presence a strange comfort, a lingering connection to something beyond this realm. But now?

Nothing.

The mirror had been silent. No answer. No way home. Crowley being useless and unable to help at all you couldn't help but grit your teeth.

Your breath hitched as something twisted violently inside you, a feeling so raw and overwhelming that it made your skin prickle. You tried to steady yourself, but the weight of it all the overblots, the endless battles, the uncertainty of ever returning home came crashing down like a tidal wave.

Your hands shot up, gripping at your hair as a broken breath escaped your lips. You had been strong for so long. You had smiled, you had laughed, you had reassured your friends, but in the end, who was there to reassure you?

Your chest tightened painfully. It was too much.

Your vision blurred, your throat constricting as a shuddering gasp left you. You felt yourself shaking, trembling as your knees weakened beneath you. The air felt thinner, suffocating.

Your hand reached for the locket around your neck, gripping it so tightly that your knuckles turned white. The familiar weight of it against your palm should have been comforting, but instead, it only deepened the ache in your heart.

What if you never saw them again?

What if this was all you had left?

The mirror before you trembled. A tiny fracture splintered across the glass, a jagged crack splitting through your reflection, and just like that, something inside you broke, too.

Drip Drip Drip...