#Twisted wonderland ocs
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ramshacklerumble · 5 hours ago
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gotta love it when you’re trying to be all smooth and shit and then you get what you want and it smacks you in the fucking face. (they’ve both got it so bad.)
BONUS
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“are you gonna comb that out orrrr…?”
(featuring @tixdixl's emil lehr)
taglist:
@cyanide-latte @inmateofthemind @winterweary @thehollowwriter @jovieinramshackle @theleechyskrunkly
@skriblee-ksk @boopshoops @the-trinket-witch @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @kimikitti @felix-cant-ski
@nightwingshero @water-writings @beneathsakurashade
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fumikomiyasaki · 1 month ago
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As every year I tried to at least a little bit edit the current cards to be a blank template.. given not every dorm is out yet I also added one editable base with greys so you can change color over them.
Diasomnia version by @theolivetree123
Once I get to make some for monsville I will show how I do them for my fandorm.
Feel free to use with Credit.^^
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quartztwst · 7 months ago
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Cedric, Rene, and Edmond run Jade over with a car
Jade in the hospital:
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Actually Cedric was the one driving so he's the one that ran Jade over but I guess the other two are guilty by association and witnessing
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moonyasnow · 5 months ago
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Blank Birthday Boy Card Templates
Edit: I ADDED A RAMSHACKLE ONE!
Also, please tag me if you use this! ^^ so more people can find it and so I can see some of the stuff people make with it! I really wanna see everyone's Little Guys hehe
Other templates:
Loading Screen Coffin Icons
Guide for the text on the Birthday Boy sash + name scroll
Platinum Birthday Card Template
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I really don't know what came over me— I spent hours last night making these.
I just wanted an Ignihyde and Pomefiore one for a drawing project I've got planned, but then I thought 'why not make ones for all of them' And next thing you know these exist
I'm really not an expert in image editing and I think it kinda shows. But uhh, hope you like them nonetheless!
Oh! And here's a transparent image of the scroll. So if you draw your character you don't have to worry about how to make a natural cut-off near the scroll— since you can just paste this over the drawing and it'll look ok 👍
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I know people have already made these kinds but I guess I'll post them anyway, since I spent so much time on them
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blondeaxolotl · 11 days ago
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Murray doodle.. her ass is NOT getting out from doing the dishes
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deluxe-rabbitsu · 2 months ago
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Heartslabyul is a bad trip being sober...who designed this place and why does it kind of make me dizzy??
It got worse when I saw the new washrooms, at first I thought they were fan made but they are real...and my brain had such a visceral reaction to it, it UPSETS ME IN A IRRATIONAL WAY—
I would die in there from being overwhelmed ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ
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dilatorywriting · 2 years ago
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Heroes vs. Villains : The Staff
Platonic GN!Reader x NRC Staff vs. RSA Staff Word Count: 2.7k
Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. NRC Staff Version (Part 1: Crewel and Crowley)
ie. Headmaster Crowley is a nightmare, and Professor Crewel is, well, cruel. And to be perfectly honest, after meeting another dog-loving professor who doesn't treat you like absolute garbage, the Royal Sword Academy is starting to look a lot more appealing.
[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]
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‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me!’
Crowley had chirped that very sentiment to you ad nauseum, with all the enthusiasm of an old raven eyeing a shiny penny.
“Do you really believe that?” you sniffled, angry, as you sat slumped over in one of his rickety office chairs.
People at this stupid school were mean. And yeah, school yard insults and casual accusations of being the House Wardens’ little bitch were one thing—but these assholes would go right for the throat. All of your insecurities—your fears—all laid out like a nice spread of hors d'oeuvres ready for the picking. You had endured enough sharp barbs for a lifetime, and the fact that your glorious Headmaster and self-proclaimed parental figure kept writing it all off as a ‘learning experience’ was driving you mad.
“Of course I do, dear child!” he beamed. “What sort of educator would I be if I didn’t practice what I preach! Words are but the wind, as they say!”
You nodded, sage, and shot him a smile so sugary sweet it could rot the teeth right out of his skull.
“I wish I’d never met you and I hope that all your feathers fall off one by one,” you chirped. “And I use the ‘Number One Child’ mug you gave me to scoop water out of the toilets when the plumbing fails.”
Crowley’s mouth fell open with a nearly audible clunk, and if he weren’t so wrapped up in all kinds of immoral, black magic, bull-shittery, you would have liked to imagine that maybe that had been the sound of his heart cracking in his stupid, embroidery-covered, chest.  
You popped up from your chair and breezily made your way to the exit. You propped yourself up against the intricate, wooden, frame and clapped your hands together like a bubbly preschool teacher addressing a room full of particularly dull children.  
“I’m glad we could get that out in the open in a completely pain-free way. Words really can’t hurt anyone!”
You managed to slip the door closed just as he started to wail.
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That afternoon you made your way to Professor Crewel’s office, as had become your routine. It was nice. Sometimes you would help him grade papers, sometimes you would just nibble on fancy cookies and listen as he ranted about the incompetence of certain staff members which shall not be named.
Sometimes his dogs were with him in the afternoons—a pair of giant, lithe, wolf-like beasts that were most certainly of a very proud and expensive lineage. Jasper was the black one and Badun the white, and each had a coat so glossy and well-maintained that they could put your own hair care to shame. Badun was enthusiastic, charismatic, and would bound to greet anyone who entered. Jasper was more quiet, reserved, but he was secretly your favorite of the duo. Whenever you stopped in after classes, the shadowy hound would lumber over and rest his giant head in your lap.
“No puppies today?” you called when you were greeted with silence rather than a wave of happy kisses.
“They’re in for their groom,” Crewel mumbled, busy at work with his head bowed over some lab reports or other. Normally he would grouchily correct you that his two precious pooches were adults. Dogs. And should be addressed as such. He must have been really distracted today. Or maybe you were just wearing him down.
You settled into the lovely, plush, chair off to the side that you had long since claimed as your own, and set your bookbag on the floor by your feet with a thump.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence with nothing but the sound of scratching ink over paper to break up the monotony, Professor Crewel dropped his head into his hands with a miserable sort of sigh.
“You should not have spoken to Crowley as you did.”
You blinked, startled. “What?”
“I of all people understand how frustrating the Headmaster’s antics can be,” Crewel continued, firm. “But you are still a student of this Institution—and one in a precarious enough position as it is. So you need to be mindful of your tongue.”
Indignation roiled through your gut, followed by a sharp prick of disquiet that you couldn’t quite place.
“Then he should be mindful to treat me like a student and not some—some pet project,” you huffed, kicking irritably at your patched backpack for want of nothing else to do. “And besides, what’ll he even do? Expel the one person in this entire college who mops up every single one of his messes? And I mean, it’s not like he’s running around the school crying or anything. I wasn’t that mean.”
Crewel pinched the bridge of his nose and you paused, mouth parting in surprise.
“Oh come on, he did not.”
“In the name of preserving our esteemed leader’s dignity I will say no more on the matter,” he grit out, and you fought the urge to immediately whip out your phone to message Ace, and Cater, and every other rabid gossip you could think of.
“Well, maybe he deserved it,” you snipped, crossing your arms stubbornly across your chest. A bit of cautious warmth spread through you and you nervously plucked at one of the loose threads on your uniform sleeve. “And besides,” you mumbled. "He can cry about me calling him a shitty father all he wants. You’ve been way more of a dad to me here than he could ever try to be.”
“I beg your pardon.”
You froze, fingers locking in place around the picked-apart edges of your jacket. The ice in his voice was unfamiliar and entirely unpleasant. It sent a frigid wave of worry curling through your veins. Had you overstepped? You’d thought—You’d just thought—
“I-I mean,” you spluttered. “I only meant that, well… Uhm… You’re really nice to spend time with. A-And, I just…” He made you feel like you were home again. Like even though Ramshackle was empty and cold, that you could still walk into this little office and say ‘I’m back!’ to an actual, real-life person and not just the shadows that lived in your foyer.
“Let me be perfectly clear, Prefect,” he sneered. There was an undercurrent of hostility running so sharply through every word that you were left wondering frantically if you’d unintentionally trampled over a sensitive topic. You hadn’t thought it was a big deal. You just—you just really, really looked up to him. And felt safe with him. And—And—
‘I’m sorry,’ you wanted to say. But instead you just let out an odd kind of choked squeak.
“I have no intention of playing parent to anyone,” he snapped. “Let alone an untrained brat who can’t even be bothered to play civil with the people who do attempt to care for them.”
Ouch.
“R-Right,” you spluttered, swallowing around the burbling lump in your throat and the warmth prickling along your lash line. “O-Of course. I’m sorry for assuming. I—I… uhm…”
‘I’ll just go then.’
But just like with failed apology, those four little syllables just couldn’t seem to make it past your lips either. So instead you just shakily snatched your bag from the floor and bolted from his office, burrowing your stinging cheeks as far into your collar as they would go. The last thing you needed to do was give anyone at this stupid school any more ammunition against you. And ‘Cry Baby Prefect’ sounded like another nasty nickname that would stick to you like gum to a flat-heeled shoe.
It’s fine, you whispered to yourself, voice wobbling far more than you would have liked. Grim hated when you came back smelling like dogs anyways.
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“My goodness, are you alright?”
You blinked, harried, and glanced around yourself properly for what felt like the first time in hours. You were… not on campus anymore. Huh. What a trip. You’d never been so upset that you’d blindly run off into an entire new town before. But you supposed there was a first time for everything. You did remember feeling too nauseous to return to your little hovel for the evening, but you hadn’t really expected your frantic pacing to take you quite this far out of the way.
“Hello? Can you hear me?”
Oh. Someone was talking to you, weren’t they?
Standing in front of you was a tall, lanky, man in a tweed jacket. He was stooped down a bit to make eye contact with you, and those hazel eyes were creased with worry. His blonde hair was pushed half-off his forehead in a style that looked more haphazard than intentional, and the hand he was offering you was littered with splotches of ink. There were patches of white and black dog fur littered across his entire outfit like some horrible fashion statement, and the thought of puppies made your throat tighten up all over again.
“My name is Cliff Rogerson,” he said, steady and kind. “I’m one of the instructors at the Royal Sword Academy. Are you lost? Do you know how to get home from here?”
Do you know how to get home?
You laughed once, manic, and then promptly burst into tears.
“Oh, dear,” he sighed, his heavy brow furrowing low with concern, and patted you consolingly on the shoulder. “Oh, dear.”
You were herded into a nearby café and directed into one of the quiet, corner, booths. The lights were soft and fuzzy in here, and the pleasant warmth of fresh pastries brushed gingerly along your frayed nerves. Mister Rogerson pressed a steaming mug of hot chocolate into your hands, and placed a delicately wrapped muffin off to the side of it. It was a tempting offering, and you decided to unbury your head from your hands long enough to partake.
“So how did you end up out here, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I’m a student at Night Raven,” you mumbled into your cocoa.
You could tell he was doing his best not to look shocked, which was at least a dozen steps above the way the rest of your stupid school would just gawk at you in outright consternation.
“Forgive me,” he smiled, gentling his apprehension into something that was more polite curiosity that anything. “But you don’t really seem like one of their usual pupils.”
So you explained your situation—the Mirror, and the magiclessness, and the homelessness. You talked about your friends, and your new demon cat/evil baby, and how much you missed stupid things like good shower pressure and fuzzy socks. Mister Rogerson listened to all of it with an attentive sort of sympathy that you hadn’t seen since, well, probably since you were dropped face-first into a school full of burgeoning war criminals.  
“That sounds like a time and a half,” he said once you’d finally tired yourself out. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through all that.”
You picked at your muffin. It was ridiculously fluffy and eating it felt like pulling bits and pieces out of a cloud. A very, very delicious cloud.
“Forgive me for saying so,” he hummed, pensive. “But your situation doesn’t sound particularly safe.”
You laughed. “That’s one word for it.”
Mister Rogerson frowned, another twitch of that uneasy worry playing across his face. He ruffled around in his jacket pocket for a moment and pulled out a neat, cream colored, business card.
“It may be overstepping of me to offer, but at the same time I do think as an educator it’s my duty to try and help every student that I can,” he smiled, kind. It crinkled the skin around his eyes. “The RSA is not overly far from Night Raven College. If you ever want to stop by—if you ever need an ear to listen, or just a space to get away from it all—my door will always be open to you.”
You took the little piece of paper carefully, like it was something precious. There were swirls of colorful music notes splattered across the backdrop of it—raucous bursts of neons that were as endearing as they were ugly.
‘Tacky,’ spat a too-familiar voice in the back of your head. ‘What sort of statement was this lowlife trying to make?‘ You could practically feel the phantom distaste emanating from wherever a certain two-toned professor had camped out for the evening.
Probably at home, you thought bitterly. Because he has a home, right? And you are not at all upset that you will never be welcomed into it. And that you will probably never get to cuddle his puppies ever again. Nope. Not at all.
You swallowed the little burst of unpleasantness that accompanied the train of thought, and pocketed the card with a smile.
“Thank you. I’ll definitely have to take you up on that.”
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Divus Crewel was many things, and unfortunately, being as cruel as his namesake was often one of them. He glanced back to the clock ticking on his wall for what was perhaps the dozenth time that hour. You hadn’t been by since his—ah—outburst a few weeks prior.
He had perhaps reacted a bit more unpleasantly than he normally would have. You’d just… caught him off guard was all. It was a bold declaration you’d made, and what? Had you really expected him to be overjoyed by the idea of forced parenthood? To swoon over the notion that someone had decided to latch onto him and his perfectly pressed suit like a leech despite the fact that he was so obviously thriving in his life of solitude?
And it wasn’t that he expected you to take his biting comments lying down. Oh no. You were fierce, and determined, and were most likely on your way here to bang down his door demanding recompenses for all your suffering. There was a tray of those too-expensive cookies you liked tucked away in his top drawer. Just in case you did show up and throw one of your tantrums, and he needed something quick to pacify you. That… That was all.
But each day that he waited for you to sneak back into his office was another spent in quiet solitude. Badun had taken to whining at the door and Jasper hardly got up from his bed at all—just tucked his black nose into his equally black paws and stared straight into Crewel’s soul. Like he was judging him.
He caught himself glancing at the clock again and forcibly turned back to his work.
This was ridiculous. You were ridiculous. And stubborn. And so, very, danger prone. Had something happened maybe? Was that why you’d disappeared—because you’d gotten caught up in some sort of trouble again?
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick—
He looked back at the clock.
Tick. Tick. Tick—
His office door flew open with a BANG and he swiveled in his chair, ready to chastise you for making such a ridiculous entrance. Instead, he ended up nearly nose-to-nose with a weeping Dire Crowley. The man wailed into his clawed hands, looking very much like he might accidentally stab himself in the eye all the while.
“HOW AM I SUCH A FAILURE OF A PARENT?!” he bawled. “WHAT COULD I HAVE DONE TO PREVENT THIS?!”
“What?” Crewel gaped, head spinning. “What’s happened?”
Crowley let out another inhuman squawk and shoved a piece of parchment into the alchemist’s crimson-gloved hands. It was torn at the top, likely from where it’d been pinned to something before the raving Headmaster had swiped it. Crewel read over the familiar script with narrowed eyes, something unpleasant twisting in his belly.
‘The Ramshackle Prefect kindly sends their regards, but unfortunately has other commitments for this evening. Please contact Professor Cliff Rogerson of the RSA music department in case of an emergency.’
“MY BABY LEFT ME!” Crowley sobbed, nearly inconsolable. “WHO’S GOING TO DO MY TAXES NOW?!”
The leather of Crewel’s gloves groaned in protest as his hands tightened into fists—his nails biting into his palm even through the sturdy material.  
“What do we even do?” the old crow lamented, sounding so genuinely crestfallen it was almost unnerving.
Jasper and Badun circled their master’s ankles wearily, eyes bright and lips twitching with nervous whines.
“I think,” Crewel grit out, the note crumpling between his fingers, “that it’s well past time that we have a chat with the Prefect about the importance of personal safety. And of the consequences of running off with strangers.”
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moonlightequin1 · 9 months ago
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⚠️ Prefect is one of my Yuu OCs (Ryuki Tsukuyomi uses they/she/he pronouns and is genderfluid), マブ監, エデュ監
“ohana means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.”
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(✨ ♠️🃏♥️/♥️🃏♠️ + 🐱 ✨)
I posted this on Twitter when January 1 hit, but I wanted to post it here. I love Adeuyuu + Heartshackle. They're an AMAZING found family to me.
The inspiration for this artwork comes from Ace's SR vignette for the Stitch event, when Stitch calls Heartshackle "ohana" 😭❤️
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(A)ce (RYU)ki De(UCE) = ARYUUCE is the ship name of my Adeuyuu Trio, but since Ryuki is similar to in-game Prefect, I tend to call them "Adeuyuu". They're a platonic/romantic ship!
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nemisisnemi · 16 days ago
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Sleepover Fight!!
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This is a lil random event piece I wanted to draw of Junqiao and Chenfeng ( @spookyavenuestreet 's oc) together doing something! I think I had thought of this right before the first twst pajama card dropped or maybe right after?
Either way, I originally wanted to draw something quick and fun! (tho this did not turn out quick for I got carried away…again.)
nemi fun facts:
Chenfeng has been mistaken for 1) Lucier from OM! and 2) the twst version of the cricket from Mulan
bonus versions:
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sketch + base used under cut!
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This piece has been both incredibly fun and also frustratingly challenging to draw for a multitude of reasons but im glad im finally finished!
special thanks to:
@celestcelest @cherrytreegrove @bubbleddisasters @quartztwst
@frillve @nyx-of-night and everyone that I forgot whose @ is that has kept me company while I was drawing this in vc! It was really fun and entertaining to chat with you all while I was malding over finishing this :D
tagging:
@elenauaurs @oya-oya-okay @puowei @aivy-saur @amatsuchan-eiliniel
@aprityormarj @driedupeyeballs @distant-velleity @fungifanart @glidiaxoxo
@kingofech0park @le-monchou @ceruleancattail @cheshanoneko-draws @valy-gc
@vauxxnm @boopshoops @loser-jpg @l1ls4y0 @twistedwonderlandshenanigans
@thehollowwriter @lumdays
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mintquetzal · 7 days ago
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Uniforms for Noctus Datura College, the girl's magic academy of Twisted Wonderland.
I wanted to make my own school because my brain was cooking ✨️ The dorms are based on different villains than Night Raven College (like Noble Bell)
1) Navisur, the dorm of The Sea Explorer: Captain Hook
2) Intica, the dorm of The Emperor's Successor: Yzma
3) Pradegala, the dorm of The Jungle's Savior: Shere Khan
4) Samhaia, the dorm of The Game Master: Oogie Boogie
5) Sonneblum, the dorm of The Golden Mother: Mother Gothel
6) Felinox, the dorm of The Original: Pete
7) Cemuera, the dorm of The Star Singer: Ernesto de la Cruz
Each dorm has their own housewardens and students which I will be sharing as I go though ✨️
(Also I made the idea for Samhaia way before the new Halloween event this year so nothing like bad timing 🤣)
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quartz-oc · 5 days ago
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》 Cynthia ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩
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"Man, that girl is creepy!"
"Yeah and she looks and moves weird too.. Almost like some puppet."
"She's a little too pretty to be a puppet. More like.. Some doll.."
"Do you think she has ball joints like a doll?"
"No idea.."
⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹
Name: Cynthia (Real name: ████████)
Age: 16
Birthday: February 29
Class: 1-A
Club: Sewing and Stitching Club
Height: 174 cm (5'8)
Hobby: Sewing
Homeland: ████
Likes: Pretty things
Dislikes: Things that ruin pretty things
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Introduction
Cynthia is an average girl. She loves frills and clothes like an average girl. She loves to dress up and do make up like an average girl. She loves to make friends and hang out like an average girl.
Except she's not.
She doesn't act like an average girl. What is that stiff movement? She doesn't even talk like an average girl. Where is her voice?! I haven't even heard her talk at all! Does she even have a voice? She stares too much. Where is the light in her eyes? She's... well.. a little creepy.
After being sent to NRC from a different world, she's been the talk of the whole school about if she's even a real person.
Did the Headmaster let in a possessed doll? Does she have a condition? Her moves are so robotic. Is she a robot?
Well, the thing is... We don't know! She doesn't say anything! She doesn't even care! Wow!
Personality
Despite her appearance, she tries her best to be kind and generous to the people she wants to be friends with. She's always giving gifts to her hands with things she finds pretty or hand-sewn clothing. Don't ask how she knows their sizes.
She also does not speak so she uses a lot of gestures and hand movements. It is unknown that she has a voice or not.
She doesn't really mind that people spread rumors about her. She kind of uses it to her advantage, making everyone run away if she doesn't like them.
She's very particular about touch. Skin to skin contact absolutely disgusts her and even initiating the touch makes her skin crawl. She only allows touch if she initiates first when she has gloves on.
She treats a lot of her friends or people she likes like delicate glass dolls; like they can break anytime under the slightest of pressure. And I don't mean figuratively. It's literally. Her hugs and small tugs on the sleeve are very gentle and light.
Cynthia also dislikes showing skin so she dresses modestly but fashionably. Because of this, people believe she's hiding her "doll joints" under pretty clothes.
She really adores cute and pretty things. Frilly dresses, cute cat charms, pretty hairstyles, people she likes, small animals, and etc. If anything of those are ruined, she gets scary.
People who ruin pretty things are ugly and should just d̷i̷e̷. That's what she believes. It's honestly such a harsh statement but that's how she thinks. Although, don't worry, she's not that sensitive. Her being that mad only happens to a few people and she understands certain situations.
When she's really mad, she can act very impulsive and her actions get a little creepy at times. Like if you bullied someone she liked, she would follow you home. Oh? You have a stray cat that you take care of when you're on your way to school but you're an actual shitty person? That cat isn't there anymore.
(Don't worry. She gave it to someone who can take care of it. She's not that evil 😭😭 Her goal is to only scare you.)
She doesn't really think of consequences when she's feeling something intense which can lead her into horrible situations.
Small Trivia
• Cynthia hates P.E. because she has to get all sweaty and touch people
• Her favorite color is pink despite herself wearing mainly blue
• Many of the first years had to get used to her staring problem because sometimes she's not seen blinking
• Crowley knows she's from a different world but she won't say which because she literally can't
• She sews Grim so many outfits and he thinks he looks cool in them
• She spoils Grim a lot because he reminds her of something familiar but it's a far memory
• Crewel is impressed by Cynthia's sewing and wishes to teach her more but she always ends up wanting to do her own thing
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"I don't even have a voice box! I had to borrow this one.."
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moonielightstar · 2 months ago
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já que estão falando tanto de como o cabelo do jamil é lindo e sedoso.
Eu fiz esse desenho rapidinho de um penteado que pensei para jamil usar com esse enfeite de cabelo, que é tipo uma miniatura do cajado do jafar do live action.
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fumikomiyasaki · 1 year ago
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I tried to edit the New TWST Birthday card background to make a template... Feel free to credit me if you use it.
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quartztwst · 3 months ago
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new ocs from those siamese cats
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they used to be boys but now they’re girls
congratulations on transitioning !!
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yeah they’re in savanaclaw idk what dorm to put them in since I dont want to repeat pomefiore and octavinelle
so like they’re super athletic but they arent like bUFF its like mitsuri kanroji
people think they’re weak since they’re girls but they can obv kick ass
chariya is super strong and chailai is super fast so with the power of friendship they are unstoppable hhelfp
ok ill give them more info soon
idk their last name
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moonyasnow · 2 months ago
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Blank Platinum Birthday Card Templates
I also have ones for:
Birthday Boy Card Guide for the text in the Birthday Boy cards
Coffin loading screen icon templates
Using the initial Octavinelle template made by @fumikomiyasaki
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(thank you so much I would NEVER have had the patience)
I made ones for the other 6 dorms too
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Please credit fumikomiyasaki and me if you post your OCs with these!
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