#miss-twila

[6lovelytenders]

Cassiopeia is so pretty! I love how you draw her 💖

Awh Thank you so much!! Hearing that makes me feel all warm inside lol

I now have a sudden burst of creativity, so to fill some space here's a wip💙

[askfordoodles]

It's hard for me to think of questions cause I know so much already xD How about just some random liltid bits :D (Nigel is blorbo, I love him!)

Lil' random factoids I can think of, hmm 🤔

I've mentioned briefly before; he's officially a Scorpio.

His birthday is Nov 5th. 2020

His MBTI type is INFJ.

His blood type is [̵̡̮̈͑̚͜R̷̦̄̾̊E̸̟̍͐͗͠Ḓ̵̨̭͇̎Ă̶̢̭̤̼̈́͌C̸̠̈T̸̨̤̒̊Ḙ̶̬̱̽D̸̮̹͘͘]̶̜͎͚̟̃̀̃. It's red, but if you tested it, it would not biochemically resemble a human's.

The two-pronged tips of his hair are stiff as if they've received copious amounts of hairspray. The ones on top of his head are slightly softer, but seem to revert to their neutral position as if guided by an unknown magnetic force.

Has a slightly yellow discoloration on the left side of his chest (that he doesn't even know about).

The clockface on his forehead does not come off, it's directly wired to his brain. It serves no evolutionary purpose, but does reveal his true emotion; it is a physiological leftover inheritance from Tropy.

TVTrope's definition of an "Ethical Slut", but you knew that 🤣

Would watch Teletubbies ironically.

Generally cannot keep quiet when watching movies, either out of a need to react or to riff.

Can't get drunk, but might be able to get high, depending on method of intake.

Enjoys receiving d*ck pics, Cortex and Tropy DO NOT 🤣🤣🤣

Pansexual. Is attracted to passion and authenticity first and foremost, but is certainly not immune to good ol' fashioned milf/dilf energy.

He is uncertain of his romantic orientation, but most likely somewhere on the aro-spectrum. (what he feels for N. Gin is currently queer-platonic)

[redbleedingrose]

Sigh....

Marwa and Twila sneaking into your bed every morning so they can cuddle up close to you and Eris.

And Eris doesn't even fully wake up, he just pulls his babes into his chest and reaches out to let your head rest in his hand, your bond humming with pulses of unconditional love, before knocking back out into a deep sleep, content with his favorite girls in his arms.

[dindjarindiaries]

DIN DJARIN ONE-SHOTS

Each story below focuses on Din Djarin, with pairings for each story indicated along with summaries.

Stories marked with an asterisk (*) contain sexual, though not explicit/graphic, content.

My ratings are as follows: G (all ages), T (13+), M (18+)

Last updated: July 27, 2024

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the “heat” of the moment • reader The heat goes out on the Razor Crest and you’re the only one with an electric blanket to keep yourself warm.

my cyar’ika • fem!reader You and Din find yourselves in a marketplace lush with life, and you lose yourself in the fun while Din tries to keep you safe throughout it.

just fine • reader Din comforts you after you suffer through a tumultuous nightmare.

dead to me • fem!oc On the verge of death, Twila takes off Din’s helmet, later having to face his wrath and leave his ship—even though she’s pregnant with their unborn child.

everything i wanted • reader You’re trapped inside a Din x Omera love triangle, struggling to get to your lover who’s entranced with your new host.

riduurok • reader This is the story of how you fall in love with the Mandalorian bounty hunter, Din Djarin.

home • reader After the child is reunited with his people, Din takes you to a place that’s unfamiliar to you but all too familiar to him: his home.

when stars align• reader You spend an affectionate morning awakening beside your Mandalorian, who you have just recently married.

more than words* • reader On the evening of your marriage, you and Din show your deep love for each other in a manner that goes beyond words.

the challenge • reader After winning a drinking challenge, Din returns to the Crest much later than expected in a state of mind much different than usual, leaving you to deal with him and whatever words spill from his mouth.

don’t blame me• reader In the weeks following your marriage, you and Din are desperate to make up for all the physical affection you’ve missed out on—leading you to do whatever you can wherever you can.

said and done • reader With Din being injured from a past fight, you’re the one in charge of the hunts for now—and Din realizes he likes having you in control.

behave* • reader After a grueling hunt, you and Din celebrate your success at a local cantina, both ending up with a little too much that leads you to do things that are a little too risky.

a warrior’s purpose • daughter oc Din returns to the planet where he’d left his riduur many years ago to find her again—but instead, he finds someone else.

nothing so perfect • fem!reader You and Din think that you’re adding on to your family, only to learn there’s been a mistake—and now you’re both left to cope with the loss you never expected.

next to you • reader It’s been long enough since Din’s promised return for you to assume that he didn’t make it, and now you yearn for the life that could’ve been.

forever and always • reader When you and Din finally find the child’s home, it’s time to say goodbye—but then Din realizes he can’t.

reverence • fem!reader Following the birth of your daughter, Din spends a night marveling at the little life and the way you provide for her.

transmissions • reader When Din’s away on a long job, he gives you a holotransceiver and sends you transmissions to keep you both at ease.

purpose • fem!reader As the daughter of an Imperial senator, the Mandalorian’s hired as your bodyguard—but with the twisted ideals of your father putting you at risk, he becomes so much more than that.

irrevocable • reader After a hunt goes wrong and Din gets captured, you go after him and save him, but you find that they’ve removed his helmet and have done him personal damage that will last for much longer.

mine* • fem!reader With tensions rising not only in the galaxy but also in your relationship, Din proves to you in a new way that he’ll take care of you.

never alone • fem!reader In the aftermath of a bad nightmare, Din receives comfort from an unexpected source: his daughter.

tresses • reader When Din’s hair becomes the object of your and the baby’s affections, he decides it’s time for a trim—although he’s hesitant for a reason you must discover.

enervation • reader Din returns home from his new job as exhausted as ever, begging you to join him in sleep—and trying to make it happen at all costs.

take care • reader After Din sustains an injury on a job, you have to help him take care of himself—something he grows more and more fond of.

affliction • fem!reader When you and Din get recognized at an Imperial gala, you’re both taken into custody, where they begin to use Din to get you to talk—and lead you to do something completely unexpected.

take it off* • reader Your new ally extends his hospitality a little too far—and now Din’s determined to remind you of what he alone can provide you with.

cozy in the cockpit • reader After the Crest suffers through an intense chase and crash, you and Din must figure out how to survive on a freezing planet—your low odds causing your mutual feelings to come to the surface.

beneath the surface • reader You and Din get double-crossed when trying to find other Mandalorians, putting all three of you in deep waters.

touch it softly • reader When you invite Din to play with your hair, you both get a little more than lost in the moment.

alleviation • reader You continue helping Din recover from the traumatizing removal of his helmet, trying to make him understand that it’s okay to not be okay. (part two of Irrevocable)

the right thing • reader Din returns to you on Nevarro after the mission on Moff Gideon’s cruiser—without the child.

ni ceta par gar (i kneel for you)* • reader When Mando needs emotional release, you seek to fulfill your pining by offering something neither one of you can resist—something that could change everything.

in my head • reader The thought of Din plagues your mind—and it won’t be long until it’s forced onto your lips.

the marshal • fem!oc Din covers his face. So does she. Shrouded in mystery and unable to admit their shared intimidation, the two must work together to save Mos Pelgo—for both their sakes.

hold me in hyperspace • reader After a long hunt, you think Mando just wants some rest—but really, he just wants you.

ner yaim (my home) • reader After a day of work, you get to come home to Din, who’s fitting into his new role well.

mureyca (kiss) • reader The story of the different ways in which you share a kiss with the Mandalorian.

aftermath • omera After his quest has been fulfilled, Din returns to Sorgan, needing the comfort and support of someone he could never forget.

stay • omera Din wrestles with his feelings for Omera and tries to tell her how she feels—but has to let her in first.

torrent • reader When one of Din’s worst fears is revealed, you’re left to do whatever you can to put him at ease.

enterprise • cassian andor, k2so When Mando’s quarry offers him a better deal, he finds himself getting involved in more than he originally bargained for.

bloom • reader With your relationship now in full blossom, a flustered Din takes you on your first date, where he does everything he can to tell you how you make him feel.

malevolence • grogu Din experiences the ghastly side effects of wielding the famed Darksaber.

before i go • reader Imperial occupation of your covert as well as your mind lead to a devastating confrontation between you and your past Mandalorian lover.

favorite crime • reader When your ex-partner-in-crime and past lover enters your life again, you find yourself looking back on fond memories with a tremendous desire to chase them again.

solace • reader Din reassures you when your perfectionist tendencies catch up to you.

foster • obi-wan kenobi Obi-Wan comes across an orphan named Din that he can’t help taking under his wing.

intemperate • reader Mando’s indulgence in liquid courage leads him to say things you never thought you’d hear—and will never forget.

scars • reader When Din shows unprecedented hatred for his battle-worn body, it’s up to you to reassure him of everything you love about it.

seeking serenity • reader Mando, overcome with anxiety in the aftermath of a risky event, needs you to bring him back to reality—and asks for much more along the way.

liberation • reader You lead a mission to free Din from an Imperial hideout, only to discover that he’s in need of you much more than you originally thought.

contrition • reader Din comforts you after you do something drastic to save his life.

bring me home • reader You reunite with your Mandalorian lover after a long separation and realize much has changed since you last him.

safety net • deaf!reader When you and Din are reunited after a hunt that goes longer than expected, your mutual feelings for each other finally bubble to the surface—regardless of the fears you’ve both buried deep within.

selfish • reader Din, who’s helplessly in love with you, is forced to watch you and your partner until he’s forced to come to terms with his feelings.

united we fall • reader Din’s unable to control the Darksaber and accidentally hurts you with it, leaving behind a deep scar on your body and his mind.

of bounties and bartenders • fem!reader The mysterious Din “Brown Eyes” Djarin returns to visit you after a job, but trouble is the last thing he’s left behind.

as it was • din djarin’s parents The living waters beneath Mandalore bring Din back to a place—and a people—he never thought he’d see again.

people watching • grogu Observation was a skill Din Djarin had mastered for his own safety, but now it sets the scene for his very own destruction.

astronomy • reader Crossing paths with a seriously injured Din forces the two of you to come to terms with your relationship.

stardust • reader You finally reunite with your Mandalorian lover, just to learn a devastating truth.

fine line • reader Din tries his best to comfort you in the aftermath of your torturous capture.

scarlet promise • reader Vengeance consumes you when Din’s put at risk, causing him to have to pull you back to reality.

what sits in the silence • reader Your bounty-hunting rival turns to you in his time of need and brings along more baggage than you planned on handling.

when a house becomes a home • reader A new home brings new responsibilities, and there’s only one person who can teach Din how to cook a proper meal: you.

takes one to know one • reader Bounty hunters aren’t supposed to fall in love and you were okay with that. So was the Mandalorian.

love me louder • reader Your secret romance with the Mandalorian is put at risk when you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

shattered • reader When an anxious day gets the best of you, Din seeks to comfort you.

the broken who blossom • reader At long last, Din’s returned home to the covert, but he’s brought a lot more home with him than anticipated.

in sickness & in health • reader Din does his best to comfort you when you become anxious about your health.

doomsday • reader You and Din are interrogated by Moff Gideon, who has quickly realized you’re the best weapon he has to use against the Mandalorian.

i still see you • reader In the aftermath of the Morak mission, Din’s faced with a crisis you only hope you can help to resolve somehow.

fight for me • reader When Din starts to get harassed at a cantina, you can’t help jumping in to defend him at all costs.

right where you left me • reader Din reunites with you many years after your whirlwind romance for a mission you begrudgingly accept to help him with.

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[slemhosta]

Nova Chant 🪄🔮

I had the high honor of sculpting @nova-chant (character by @miss-twila ) Here's her cookin' up some magic. ✨

And a high res piccy⬇️

✨✨BONUS STAGE✨✨

I'm gonna be setting up 3D commission info, so if you have a hankerin' for a model of your own... Stay tuned! :o)

[mercworm]

The pirate war ladies dressed up so nice I just had to draw them. ❤

Characters (from left to right): Nova Chant (@miss-twila), N. Sidious (@lee-hoots), N. Rapture (@cryptholomew) and Dr. Rosch (@slemhosta)

[askdaisydandfriemly]

(Outside the stores crowd of ponies around dance beatbox) silva crow ask ) hay there cute couple you what dance?

Wild Children #37

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Splunge: Ugh, sorry this is so late, but hope you like it! I really gotta stop doing backrounds-they kill my productivity!

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Hopefully next update will be sooner than the months this one took.

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The only thing that Nox heard from her Mother before she said goodbye for now was a brief and quiet chuckle, which brought a bright blush to her face that she could not hide from the others, while in the Empire, Luna turned her attention to Cadance, who was putting together the scraps of paper; and when she had restored the letter, with quivering hooves, she found that Shining had safely arrived.

In the same sentence as the news that allowed her to let out an immense sigh of relief, Shining had written an apology to her for taking so long, claiming that the fierce wind and biting cold pierced through all of his protective gear, and drastically delayed his progress; but as soon as he managed to scale the Mountains, he wrote to her on the scroll he had brought along, which was frozen solid.

In any case, Shining concluded in his letter, he dearly hopes that his letter arrives in one piece, and even if not, that she, their Daughters, and everybody else who is keeping them company is doing well; and he looked forward to returning home, but he had to spend time here before he could figure out what the issue was, as he was drained, hungry, in desperate need of a shower, and missing them.

As her eyes swiftly welled up with tears, Cadance smiled warmly as she held his letter close to her chest, and sweetly said that she knew for certain that the letter was sent by Shining, as he always managed to focus on the littlest problems that could be solved easily; for he barely uttered a word about his journey, and focused on what would make her chuckle, save for being away from his Family.

But no sooner had she mentioned Shining's ability to make her smile and laugh, even in tough times, than tears started streaming down her cheeks, whereafter she dropped the letter, and put her hooves on her face to cry; and Celestia gently embraced her Niece in her wings, joined a mere moment later by Eclipse, while Luna merely squeezed Frost's claws, and quietly grabbed their tea with her magic.

Meanwhile, as they drank their tea, and waited patiently for Cadance to let out her emotions, Spike got up from the couch, and quietly whispered something into Eclipse's ears before he headed towards the kitchen; and in turn, Eclipse softly told Cadance that it was clever that she got some rest, as it had been a long and exhausting day for everybody, and she needed all the energy she could spare.

Then, as they got up from the couch, Eclipse kindly said that they would bring her to bed, and make something sweet to eat for her and her Daughters, whereafter they hoped they could fall asleep with calm and quiet minds; and fortunately, after a moment of silence, Cadance wiped clean her face, let Flurry and Twila crawl onto her back, and after they waved goodbye to the others, went to her room.

After they closed the doors to the Great Hall, and Cadance, Flurry, and Twila could neither see nor hear what the others were up to, Luna got up to follow her Sister to the kitchen, when she stopped, and asked Frost to join her, as she had an idea with which she could help them; but she promised it was not nearly as important as before, as she just wanted to ask her to try and speed something up.

Although she grew incredibly confused at the spontaneity of her request, Frost got up to follow the Royal Sisters to the kitchen, where they found that Spike was already putting together a variety of snacks, breads, and toppings, only pausing for a moment to smile at the three who just entered; but when they asked him if they could help him with anything, Spike briefly shook his head in response.

Only then did he take a moment to take a deep breath, before he told them that he was almost ready, and there was little more to do than to bring the platter upstairs to the Crystal Royals, which was something he wished to avoid, just in case; but when Celestia picked up the tray, Luna asked her to wait, before she grabbed a carton of milk out of the fridge, as well as some cocoa from a cupboard.

After Luna threw everything into a bowl and started to mix, she asked Frost with a nervous chuckle:

"Could you… cool the mixture? We believe that ice cream would help calm down the Princesses…"

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[enchantinglyjade]

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤

Chapter Six

Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys

Masterlist Previous |Next Warnings: Swearing, and a little spice

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“I heard one of the Slytherin dorms got broken into. Did you see who it was, Jewel?”

Twila glances across the breakfast table at the mentioned girl, head heavy with last nights’ activities. Her heart flutters with excitement, waiting anxiously to see Mattheo again today. But as she looks at Jewel, she can’t help but feel a guilty sensation bubble up in the pit of her stomach. She had told Jewel only a few days ago that her small gestures towards Mattheo meant nothing, but it has surely and quickly grown into something. Would her best friend hate her for hiding a secret like this?

Jewel’s un-amused gaze lifts up from her glass of water to instead peer over at Penelope. “No, some of us don’t participate in house drama. I’m just practicing my spells in case whoever thinks I’m next.” She chuckles.

Penelope groans at her. “But the house drama is the best part! Just last week, one of the Gryffindors tried to use the engorgement charm on- oh shit, Snape’s coming. Disperse.” Just as she says this, the girls quickly grab their food and rise from the Ravenclaw table before returning back to their own. 

Snape trudges past the table, stopping short in front of the last remaining girl who is now surrounded by three empty seats. “Twila.” He slowly enunciates.

She sits up straighter, placing her hands in her lap. “Profes-,” But then the sound of the bell ringing fills the Hall, dismissing everyone from their breakfast. The students are quick to leave their dirtied plates, which the house elves apparate to and clean up with haste.

Snape glances around the now completely empty table before clearing his voice and continuing. “Actually, Twila, I had something I needed to give to you.” She perks up at this, slowly standing from her spot to allow a house elf to swipe her plate, as she watches the man reach into his coat pocket. He directs the paper towards her, which she takes gently, before she glances down to read it; a pass to the restricted section. “I believe it would be beneficial if we were to both research this… subject.” 

Twila gives him a gentle bow of her head. “Thank you, Professor.”

“Now you must understand, this pass will not be used for inappropriate reasons. You are to get the books you need then return to your regular studies. No… ‘dilly dallying’.” He nasalizes, a grimace growing on his lip from the very phrase. “Am I understood?”

“Yes, Professor Snape.” Twila bites back the urge to smile, ideas already growing in her head as to what she might find down there.

“Good. Now, quickly to your next class.”

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Twila scurries through the halls with her other classmates until finding herself entering her regular Charms class, where she happily seats herself between Ominis and Celia once again. Professor Flitwick provides his students with a short lecture regarding a passage from their assigned reading, but something is different this time.

Twila’s begins to bounce her leg as her nerves begin to fry. This is it. Today must be the day. Then, she finally hears those words she’s been dreading for so long.

“Alright, wands up.”

Just at the small request, she feels all the excitement and courage she had been working up since arriving on the train simply dissipate into thin air. 

The short statured professor makes eye contact with her and clears his throat in an awkward fashion before shuffling his way over. “Miss DeLuna, please come this way.” He says quietly.  She finds herself sweating as all eyes follow her, watching as she gets seated in the back of the class with her notebook.

“Alright, class. Repeat after me.”

Twila is all but humiliated as her classmates periodically glance her way, looking at her in ways she had hoped to never be looked at ever again.

Celia stops Twila on their way out once the lesson is over. “Why did Professor Flitwick put you in the back of the class?” 

Twila snaps herself out of her daze, trying her best not to let her embarrassment show through to her face. “Oh, just transfer student things. I’m working with some of my professors as a sort of precaution, just so they know where to place me in my studies.” Technically not a lie.

Celia nods with an ‘ah’.

However, Twila is quick to bid her friend a goodbye to avoid any further questioning, leading her to a more comfortable class that doesn’t contain someone she knows luckily. But as she sits, she shivers, sensing a pair of eyes on her in particular. She glances up from her runes assignment, coming eye to eye with a boy across the room. He’s tall, even when sitting down, and has dangerously sharp eyes. Never has she felt such an intense and powerful stare. Despite this, he is quiet, adding more to his threatening yet somehow charming demeanor. She recognizes the boy from one of her other N.E.W.T. classes.

Even though she finds herself vulnerable under his gaze, it takes strength to look away. When she does, she nearly forgets where she is. She shakes her head, slowly gaining back control of her conscious mind and goes back to writing on her parchment. What an odd thing that just happened, she thinks. 

The Ravenclaw is last to leave, as usual, unable to help herself as she scribbles down some last remaining thoughts onto her paper before handing it to the professor, who is always excited to see a young student’s enthusiasm over a subject. She gathers her things with an exhausted huff, but is quickly silenced when she makes contact with a body just outside the door.

“Ah, I’m so- rry…” Her voice trails off when she sees just who she is speaking to. Now that he’s standing in front of her, she realizes just how much his mere presence is enough to make her struggle to find words. Something about him is powerful, anyone can see that. He just stares down at her. She clears her throat, hugging her books tightly. “Sorry.” She repeats, her words still quiet.

He looks at her with a bit of curiosity, seeming to study her entire body language. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he could read her mind, but no one their age can do that. Most anyway. “Have we met before?” He asks bluntly, his face nearly unmoving and his eyes yet to blink.

Twila’s eyes widen in shock upon hearing him speak. His voice is soft, monotone, yet sophisticated, but just as danger filled as the rest of him. She takes a moment to once again compose herself before shaking her head. “No, I don’t think we have.”

His ears immediately pick up on her American accent. “...Are you new here?”

“Um, yes. I just transferred here from Ilvermorny.” She answers shyly, hoping that’s where the conversation would end, but of course it does not.

“Oh, I see…” He says, again noting her physical social cues. “And why did you transfer? Does your family reside in the U.K. now?”

She hesitates again, mind racing to find any of the default phrases Snape wrote for her. The lies. “Um, no. I’m only here for my last year before going back home to America.”

However, the boy is barely convinced by this answer, finding it extremely strange actually. “You transferred for just one year?”

Now Twila knows she has dug herself a hole here. That was definitely not a part of the story that Snape told her to say. She nervously shrugs. “I received good grades back in Ilvermorny and one day they reached out to me with the opportunity. Apparently, Hogwarts has more… enriched classes for my skill set.”

For the first time, Twila sees the boy ever so slightly raise an brow of interest at her words. “And what abilities would those be?”

“Well…” She can feel herself begin to panic. Why does this guy care so much anyway? “Well- Hogwarts is an older school so they have more research packed into their classes. I find myself particularly drawn to Runes and Divination, both subjects not being as popular in the west as they are here.” Her stomach drops with a feeling of disappointment. She had gone off script. Now she has made herself a target twice today, the very thing she was warned not to do.

The boy seems just as confused by her words as she is, narrowing his eyes at her in suspicion. “Runes and Divination.” He repeats, suddenly letting go of his previous emotions to allow his face to fall into its normal glare. “I take it then, you’re interested in the dark arts?”

Her eyes perk up at his last words, a familiar, caught off guard vulnerability in them. “Hmm?” Is all she can manage out.

He continues to stare blankly at her. He has her cornered. “I asked if you’re interested in the dark arts.” He asks plainly.

She blinks away her shocked expression, attempting to compose herself more. She lets out a nervous laugh. How does one answer this? “Um, I find the class interesting at times, I suppose.”

He nods unhurriedly, and Twila can swear she almost sees a hint of a pull at his lips. “Hm, I’ll see you around, Twila.” He states tonelessly. 

Twila’s brows furrow in confusion.  How does he know my name? And it seems as though he understands her confusion as he glances downward. She follows his eyes to one of the notebooks in her arms, large print on the very front cover: ‘Twila DeLuna.’ Oh. “Sorry, I never got your na-,'' But when she looks up, he’s gone.

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After fourth period, she and Ominis make their way to dinner after a long and silent study session in the library like they always have. Twila insists that she is just very focused on her studies, but after Ominis overhears their Transfiguration teacher pull her to the side instead of allowing her to work on a spell for a second time today, he is all but suspicious.

Ominis and Twila walk to the Great Hall together for dinner, however she is quick to separate from him as they walk in, just in time before Jewel notices and calls her over. Jewel is seated at the far end of the Slytherin table with Celia, and Penelope, with a more than irritated Draco between them, picking at his food while they talk. His mood doesn’t enlighten any further once he sees Twila has now joined the mix as well.

After sifting through most of her food, however, Jewel stands up from the table.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Penelope asks, taken aback by their friend’s sudden abandonment.

“I have to get back to clean my dorm, got a bit messy this weekend. Can’t have Snape see any of that.” She chuckles lightly. “And Draco, do take care of my friends, please.” Draco narrows his eyes at the girl’s evil smile while she exits the Hall. 

Twila notices his jaw clench as he turns back to his food, clearly making an effort not to say what’s really on his mind. But a weird feeling forms inside her. It didn’t take her long to notice how distant he’s been acting around her since she brought him that note and part of her is curious as to why, but she knows better than to tickle him while he’s upset.

Well… maybe she could just a little.

She subtly scoots in closer, shrinking the gap between the two of them since Jewel is no longer there to fill the empty seat. She clears her throat, leaning slightly in, and with a soft voice she says, “So… what crawled up your ass today?”

His eyes narrow further. his head spinning to face her in surprise but it still remains resting in his palm. But he quickly drops his expression to not give her the satisfaction of a reaction and turns back towards his plate. “Nothing ‘crawled up my ass’, Ravenclaw. I just don’t have time to babysit the three most annoying girls I’ve ever met.”

“Don’t forget the prettiest.” Penelope budges in, giggling with Celia.

But Draco rolls his eyes, completely dismissing the two.

Twila smirks, letting out a soft hum at their comments. "Well, I could use someone to show me the way to the prefect meeting tonight, if you don't mind extending your babysitting just a little longer." She says quietly to him.

Draco can’t help but smirk to himself for a moment. Twila and Jewel seem so alike to him, yet so very different; both so bold but in complete opposite ways. Twila is quick and he hates to admit just how smart and witty she actually is. He feels as though he’s always in some fun game of chess with her. She knows how to push him, without actually making him mad. In fact, she’s one of the few that have been able to challenge him.

He bites back his smile, shaking his head as if to play along like he is not amused. “Fine.”

“Shall we then?”

As dinner ceases, the rest of the students begin to hang out around the castle or go up to their dorms to prepare to sleep. Twila follows beside him at a comfortable pace, holding her hands behind her back while she glances around the castle decor. 

Draco finds himself with a few thoughts in his mind, walking forward through the halls while stewing on them for a moment. But he can’t help but ponder something he saw earlier. “So, you know Ominis?” 

Twila’s eyes perk open wider at the unexpected question. He must have seen them walking in the halls together one of these past days. “Yeah, kinda… We have some classes together.”

Draco nods slowly. She wonders if he is just like Jewel; about to tell her how awful of a human he is. “Do you spend a lot of time together?”

Not exactly what she thought he’d say. She shrugs her shoulders in a gentle manner. “We study Transfiguration together sometimes. I’m awful at it.” She laughs off.

He raises a brow at this. Something she isn’t good at, he scoffs at the revelation. “Do you struggle with charms as well?” He mocks.

But to his surprise, she begins to smile, walking forward with a certain level of confidence in her swaying hips. “I think I charmed you just fine.”

He ignores the urge to trip over himself, unable to believe her flirtatious personality. She’s either extremely confident, or extremely oblivious to carry herself in such a way around this school. Either way, he hates just how damn smart and sassy she almost always is, her quick wit being nearly too good for him to keep track of. She surely keeps him on his toes, even when he least expects it. He tightens his jaw, realizing he is letting her get to him, but can’t completely hide his impressed smirk. “Very funny.”

“I like to think so.”

He shakes his head in amusement at her cocky personality. It's both intriguing and absolutely annoying, but he expresses neither. "How many other subjects do you suck at besides transfiguration and charms?"

“I don’t suck at charms!” She laughs out, nudging him on the arm and he laughs with her.

“Oh yeah? Show me something then? Prove to me that you’re not completely incompetent with magic.”

He laughs again, but Twila catches herself suddenly off guard. The words cause her legs to falter in place and her heart to drop. But almost just as quickly, she composes herself, resuming her walking. However, this time, she's a bit slower and her smile isn’t nearly as bright as it was before. “I don’t need to prove anything to you.” She says playfully, but it isn’t the same.

Draco sees her behavioral difference instantly; how her confidence seemed to disappear in a matter of seconds. He feels a rush of guilt, an unusual feeling these days. Why would such a simple little joke make her act so strange?

Before the topic can be explored any further, they see Professor McGonagall waiting at the entrance of a classroom, ready to escort them in. They cease their talking and make their way to a bench together.

Only moments in and Draco finds himself distracted by something from across the room, an eerie feeling fluttering in his stomach, though Twila hardly notices for she too is distracted by the same thing. 

There he is again. That same boy Twila saw earlier.

Draco shifts under his gaze, before turning back to the professor. However, to his surprise, the girl next to him seems almost in a trance, locked in to the boy on the other side of the class. He looks back and forth between the two, that unsettling feeling only growing inside him. “What…?” He asks cautiously, almost like he’s afraid to admit to himself what he’s seeing. 

Twila snaps her head towards the blond, eyes wide in surprise. “Huh? Oh- Nothing…” She chews her lip, going quiet for a moment, but still staring at him in the corner of her eye. “Actually… who is that?” She whispers.

He follows her gaze, feeling a surge of fear as the two boys' eyes meet once more. He quickly looks back, trying to avoid the topic all together. “Why? You have a thing for him?” He tries to laugh and brush it off, but even the thought of that is not a laughing matter.

She shakes her head out of her daze again, seemingly lost every time she's not looking at him. "No- Sorry- I just- He's in two of my N.E.W.T. classes. He spoke to me earlier and it was... odd.... I don't know, something seems familiar about him..." And just like that she is back in a daze, her brows furrowed almost like she herself is also confused as to why she keeps staring at him.

Draco grows more and more concerned by the way she is acting. Why is she speaking about him as if he has some kind of magical hold on her? This interest of hers is dangerous, something that needs to be nipped at the bud. He isn’t usually one to engage in small talk with just anyone, especially not with some random Ravenclaw. Something is odd here. Then again, maybe he’s found out her and Jewel are friends. Perhaps it’s not a coincidence after all. “What did he say?” Again, his voice is cautious, his pace slow and his volume quiet.

Twila only shrugs. “Just things about why I transferred here. Asked if I like Dark Arts class. I don’t remember, it was pretty brief. I didn’t even catch his name.”

Now that he thinks about it, why did Twila transfer to Hogwarts? However, the idea of that man asking her anything about Dark Arts feels more important to him. “His name’s Tom Riddle. He’s Head Boy. Wait, you said he asked you about the dark arts?”

She continues to steal glances at him. “Yeah.”

Draco has half a million thoughts floating in his head right now. Does she really not see his true nature? “And… what did you tell him? Did you answer?”

But before she can even process his last words, her eyes widen. “Wait- Did you say Tom Riddle?”

He nods, growing more and more weary every time she speaks. “Yes, do you know him already…?”

Luckily, she shakes her head. “No, Jewel just always warns me about them. Obviously, she's loosened up with Mattheo considering she always brings me to practice with you guys. She hates any time I talk to him though. But Tom... she won't even speak about him. She always just says to avoid him."

“Is that… all she tells you?”

Draco's tone makes Twila turn to look at him again. Why does everyone act so weird about these two guys? She thinks. “She never says, just that they're evil or something. Whatever that means.”

The way she rolls her eyes lets Draco know she truly knows nothing. The fact that Jewel hasn’t even mentioned a reason to her ‘best friend’ only proves that Jewel is in a lot more danger than he originally thought.

For now,  Ms. McGonagall dismisses the class, causing all of the prefects to stand and exit the classroom. Just as he and Twila stand however, she stops the two of them. “Oh and before I forget, I’ve assigned the both of you to patrol the clocktower tomorrow night." A wide smile appears on her face, before exiting as well.

Draco immediately frowns at this news, watching the professor leave without waiting for any response from the two students. They share a disappointed glance, before a sly smirk finds Twila’s lips. “You and I, huh?”

He rolls his eyes instantly. There had to be some cruel fate that they should be partnered up together to patrol the most boring area of the school for hours. As if he wasn’t already forced to waste his time on so many other things everyday. “Yeah. The dynamic duo we are.” He scoffs out, trudging forward down the hall.

As the two of them walk, Twila suddenly notices a figure leaning against the wall in one of the larger open areas. As she moves, the candles eventually refract just right so she can make out Mattheo’s face. He boredly stands as if he’s waiting for something, then he looks up, making eye contact with the girl. His eyes light up and he tilts his head to motion her over with a smile.

Twila bites down her grin, turning back to Draco. "I'll see you tomorrow, Draco." She smiles softly at him. But before she walks away, she stops and comes back in front of him. "Hey, don't tell Jewel that Ominis and I are friends, okay?" Her voice is at a whisper and her eyes plead with a certain amount of guilt.

The two ‘best friends’ keeping so many secrets from each other. Draco finds this entertaining, but agrees nonetheless, for now anyway. Then, he looks over her shoulder, now also noticing the boy in the corner. He scoffs as he turns back to her. “Yeah, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

Her smile returns, giving him thankful eyes, and then she spins on her heels to all but skip to the corner of the room. She bites her lip once more as she approaches the boy, bashful, but excited. "Thought you're supposed to be in detention?" She whispers, stepping close enough to wrap her arms around his neck.

He lets out a pleased chuckle, his hands already finding home at her waist. “I, uh, got out. Don’t ask how, I’m just glad I did.”

She giggles, rolling her eyes at the same time. "I'm glad you did too." She whispers before leaning in to meet his lips.

Mattheo hugs his arms around her, letting his lips move slowly but passionately against hers while he pulls her in closer. The kiss lasts only for a few seconds, but their embrace remains.

"Thank you." Twila starts softly, her eyes glistening up at him. "For baiting McGonagall, not letting me get detention as well. It was very heroic of you." She teases the last part, but the appreciation in her eyes is real.

He laughs quietly. “I can’t let my favorite girl get in trouble, can I?” He says smoothly.

She playfully rolls her eyes at this. "Favorite girl, huh?”

He lets his eyes narrow, still smiling down at her. “Of course.. Are you saying you don’t like being the favorite?”

"Oh, I just despise it." She says dramatically, her sly grin still present on her face.

Mattheo plays along easily, responding with an equal amount of sarcasm and drama. “Oh, it’s just horrible isn’t it?” She giggles happily at the fact that he matched her tone, letting herself fall further into his arms while she laughs. He takes the opportunity to hold her even closer, looking into her eyes as he speaks. “It must be awful for you; being showered with endless amounts of affection.”

“Endless?” She questions with a sly brow raised at his offer.

“I’m afraid so.” He replies with a sigh.

She hums, about to lean back in for his lips, but then the two suddenly hear rhyming coming from the end of the hall. The voice is high pitched and extremely annoying. 

“10 points to Peeve-sies!” It cries, its voice seeming to come out of the walls.

Twila freezes in place, looking up at Mattheo for guidance on what this unfamiliar voice means.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Mattheo groans under his breath, not in any mood to see the colorful jester; the personification of annoying. Mattheo has gotten in trouble because of this clown more times than he’d like to admit. If he sees them, he’ll tell McGonagall, and he’s already getting detention for his detention that he skipped tonight.

In a split of a second, Mattheo grabs Twila’s hand, dashing them out of the hall and through the first door he sees, which so happens to be the girls washroom. He presses his ear to the door, waiting to see if the poltergeist will pop out eventually, but he hears his voice fading away. By the time Twila joins him by the door, Peeves' voice is gone entirely. 

Mattheo pulls away, his mind immediately returning to their last interaction before they were interrupted. He gently leans her against the wall, tilting his head down to kiss her. 

She lets out a surprised gasp, before giggling into the kiss. “Mattheo, you can’t be in here.” She quietly laughs out.

He smiles at the feeling of her giggles against his lips, only pulling her closer. “I don’t care.” He chuckles, capturing her lips again.

She lets out a soft breath, cupping his face with her hands. When she feels his hands drop lower from her waist, she reaches down to gently grasp his collar, pulling him just enough to press harder against her. Her chest heaves against his as they break away for a moment, each having heavy lids as they take the other in. As their eyes meet, their heartbeats speed up in sync. Mattheo’s lips hunger for more, making him lean in to kiss her neck. She smiles, a soft moan escaping her lips as she rakes her fingers through his hair, causing shivers to run up and down his spine, in turn leaving a little nibble onto her shoulder.

Twila’s body rolls into his as her grip tightens and her eyes close from the sensation. He squeezes her even closer. “Mattheo… he’s gonna come back and hear us if we continue.” She breathes out.

The brown haired boy’s face is hot and red, breathing hard as he realizes how quickly they let things escalate. He takes a step back, but never lets go of her, his hands continuing to run up and down her sides. “You do this to me… you make me so…”

She giggles at his lack of words. “So…?”

He shakes his head with a grin. “You just…”

But as he speaks, she feels this odd rush of confidence take over, the rush coming straight from the bottom of her belly. She moves forward so the two are back to pressing against one another. “I…?” She whispers, staring up into his eyes while she lets a lone finger dance across his belt line, which is all Mattheo needs to reach his mouth to her neck again.

However, just before he can touch her, she raises a finger to his lips to stop him. She looks lustfully into his eyes, before pressing a quick grazing kiss upon his lips, keeping her other hand still tickling near his waist.

He groans at her touch, his breath hot on her neck and his heart beating loud enough for Twila to hear. “You’re being a tease,” but he can’t help but chuckle. A sly smirk appears on her face as she completely retracts her hands now, making him groan even more. The smirk on her face only grows Mattheo’s lust for her. He leans his forehead upon hers and whispers onto her lips. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

She pulls away with a gasping chuckle. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.” She whispers dramatically. She then reaches out for his hands, pulling him towards the bathroom exit. “Come on, we should go back. Some of us can’t risk detention.” She grins.

He smirks, trying to maintain his composure while following her back out into the hallway. He can hardly stop himself from being excited about the idea of sneaking around with her.

She smiles as the two of them walk through the halls until they come to a set of staircases; the upstairs leading to Ravenclaw, and the down to Slytherin. She stops just before them and turns back to Mattheo. “I had fun.” She whispers with a bright smile, placing her hands on his chest.

He hums, giving her one last quick kiss and then pulling back. “I had fun too… and don’t think I’m finished with you just yet.”

She giggles into his lips. “I’m sure you’re not.” She pulls away, about to walk up the stairs until she stops suddenly. “Can I ask you something…?”

He smirks, watching her as she walks. “Ask away, beautiful.”

She places her elbow on one of the stairs ledges, leaning over it in thought. “...What is your brother like…?” She asks quietly, almost reluctantly.

Her question surprises him, his face filling with pure contempt as he looks at the ground to avoid her eyes. Not a topic he hoped to talk with her about. “Why?” He asks with a voice of sudden monotone.

She shifts, realizing it to be a sensitive topic and immediately regrets bringing it up at all. She mentally curses her curiosity, but now she has to finish what she started. “I think I met him earlier.”

An ice cold chill runs up Mattheo’s spine. It feels like he can’t have one good thing without his brother creeping his way in between it. “You met him?” She nods and his face darkens. Nothing Tom puts his attention towards ends well. He can only hope this was merely an accident, that it meant nothing. “What did he say?”

She shrugs. “He's in two of my classes.  I ran into him, literally. Then, he started asking me things about my transfer from Ilvermorny."

He nods but his thoughts are barely put to ease. Tom rarely does things for no reason. He wouldn’t ask her a question if he didn’t want something out of it. Then again, maybe it could just be a rare case of small talk. “Did he ask you anything else?”

She thinks for a moment, trying to remember their interaction earlier. “He asked if I transferred because I got good grades. I told him I kinda specialize in Runes and Divination and he asked me if I like dark arts class as well. That's pretty much it."

Mattheo freezes as soon as the words ‘dark arts’ leave her lips. He feels his heart drop into his stomach. Why would Tom go around so bluntly asking about dark arts? “What did you tell him?”

She shifts uncomfortably, swallowing down the nervousness in her throat and narrows her eyes in confusion. Odd. “Draco had the same responses.” The fact that even Tom’s own brother is behaving this suspiciously towards him is enough to make her worried.

But now it’s Mattheo’s turn to narrow his eyes. “You talked to Draco about this?” Why has Draco had her attention so much today?

“Yeah.” She nods. “Draco and I are Prefects. We saw Tom in our meeting today, so I asked if Draco knew anything about him and he responded exactly how you just did…” Her voice trails off with insecurity. “Did I say something wrong…?”

Mattheo sighs, leaning against the nearby wall. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just…”

Twila sits silently, observing his behavior as he trails off. Now that she’s seen the two back to back, she notices a striking resemblance. She can hardly believe she didn’t realize the two were related when she first spoke to Tom earlier. “Jewel said I shouldn’t even be in the same room as him… She said the same thing about you and Draco though too… But she never tells me anything about Tom, no one does. Why does everyone act so weird about him…?”

His eyes fill with a despairing sort of gaze at her words, but he tries to focus on the bigger problem at hand. “Listen… I think it’s best if you stayed away from Tom. I’m sorry, it's just really complicated.”

Her face drops with a disappointed look. Why is it so impossible for her to get an answer on this? Nonetheless, her shoulders drop in defeat. “Okay…”

With a softened face, he takes a step forward, reaching out for her hand which she lets him take into his own. He looks into her eyes for a moment. He hated causing her these feelings, even though he knows this is truly for the better. He wants to tell her everything, tell her all the secrets he’s been forced to keep in his entire life. He can only long for that day to come, but each day only makes him feel more hopeless towards it. It’s likely that day may never come, with her or anyone ever again. “I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear. I want to tell you, really. But I can’t. It’s best you don’t talk to him again. I mean it.”

Twila only nods, but her confusion only grows. What could be so bad about Tom? About any of the Riddles? Why would Hogwarts let these students freely wander their halls if they are truly dangerous? She just couldn’t wrap her head around it.

His heart drops at the sight, feeling just a bit distanced to her now as every secret seems to push them apart. “Can I ask you something? And be honest with me.” She raises a brow up at him, silently waiting for what he needs to say. “Do you… still want to hang out with me? Even though you can’t know everything?”

She looks to the ground, contemplating his words with a guilty and sour feeling in her mouth. “Would you still hang out with me if I couldn’t tell you everything about myself?” She asks back, eyes vulnerable with secrets of her own.

Mattheo looks back at her, her words stinging with a sense of familiarity. He’s had to hide for most of his life because he has to, but he never considered the situation to be mutual. “Yes, I still would.” He says, carrying a small amount of hope that she would feel the same.

She smiles at him in a sad kind of way. “Thank you.” She whispers, pressing her forehead against his.

Seeing her sad smile kind of hurts Mattheo. It’s clear that she wants answers, may even need them, and it seems as though she is burdened by her own secrets, but some things just can’t be said. She deserves the truth, but he can’t bring himself to be the one to ruin what they have with his dirty secrets. It feels out of place for him. All he can do at the moment is hold her gently.

She leaves one last kiss on his lips before pulling away. “I should get upstairs.” She whispers. Then she walks up towards the Ravenclaw staircase, raising her leg onto its first platform. “Goodnight.” She quietly calls to him in a sing-songy kind of way.

He chuckles. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” He calls back as he watches her disappear, eyes following her every move.. However, his mind races with all sorts of thoughts. He wants to follow her up there, to ease the pain he saw in her eyes. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t follow her, and he doesn’t tell her everything she needs to know. He simply looks away after she is out of sight with a sigh and returns to his common room.

[greenokapiarts]

A lil Secret Santa for @miss-twila of their absolutely precious OC Nova (on the right) and my ancient OC Luke (on the left) who I've been meaning to update the design of for literal years XD

Jus nerding over pretty rocks~

[girlgenius1111]

I just know that was like the biggest weight off Sophia’s shoulders. So happy for her 🥹

god and it LOOKED like it was too. twila said she cried after in the locker room too :(

fuck vlatko. that missed penalty was his fault. don’t know how, i just know that it was.

[askfordoodles]

Older versions of my oc Nigel and @miss-twila's oc Nova... They're happily married and have bad knees 😅

[redbleedingrose]

uhhhh update on the fic I am writing....

its at ~1.1k words and it is only the beginning of the fic LMAO 

I thought it would be a short drabble, and of course, my mind turned it into a full blown fic. But!!!!!

Writing dates with @augustinerose turns out to be a huge motivator. 

Alas, unfortunately, the fic will not be done tonight. I will be working on it tomorrow tho, pinky promise!

Thank u for your patience as always!!! <3 

[doodlemsstuff]

While I’m at Monster High. Wanna give my opinions on G3(ik shocker) since it’s a bit controversial and mixed within the MH fandom.

Me personally, I don’t mind G3’s existence. I think G3 is way better than G2 from what I’ve seen and I like some of the character designs. Keyword some.

I like how it’s more inclusive. With Frankie being Nonbinary, Twila being autistic, and more plus sized characters being seen. I think it’s a good iteration for new fans to come across!! And if my brother, or kids I’m babysitting wanted to watch G3 I wouldn’t mind watching with them.

With that said. I do have some problems with the series. Maybe my opinion would change if I actually sat down and watched it. But I’m seriously not that interested in watching it. The trailer of the Live Action movie gave me a sour taste in my mouth and I didn’t want to see it. Though I’ve come across clips of the show on Insta and I’ve liked what I’ve saw! But just not interested.

But back to my criticisms. I don’t like most of the character designs. I either feel like the designs in this show are hit or miss, or were translated poorly to 3D. For example, Heath:

I seriously don’t like his design in 3D. He looks awful and he was one of the reasons why I was so disinterested in G3. But when I see his box art, he looks AMAZING! I love how he looks in his box art and it sucks so badly that his modeler(s) weren’t able to capture that. There are more monster high characters redesigns that i seriously don’t like

Another example is Iris. And no, it’s not bc of her being plus size. I seriously don’t care weather or not some characters change drastically or little. But her colors aren’t appealing to look at. I feel like if they added more pink like in Iris’s original design or played around with it more then I would like it. I see what they were trying to do but it just didn’t work for me.

Despite some of my gripes I have with G3’s character designs. They do update the characters in a way that I like.

I REALLY like Venus and Catty’s redesigns. Venus more bc it comes together so so so WELL. And her doll is especially gorgeous. I like the vibe they did with Catty, but I feel like her outfit needs to be tweaked. Maybe some more elements of her original dress should be added in more. Plus I just don’t rlly like her sleeves.

In conclusion, I like G3 and don’t mind it. Will I watch it? Nah. But I wouldn’t mind watching a clip every now and again and look at the dolls they’re producing. I like how inclusive the new generation is and how that inclusivity translated to the dolls. Key examples being Draculara and Catty. Being bigger dolls than the usual skinny dolls we are all used to.

I’m interested in seeing what G3 has to offer from a distance. I still have wayyyy more opinions on G3 that I didn’t bring up bc this post would be even LONGER. And my phone is bugging so badly bc of this.

[slemhosta]

@miss-twila wrote a comic that I had to draw:

And anxiety creature.....

[mercworm]

Attacks I did for Artfight! (2/2)

Full pictures under the cut and character credits under each pic! <3

Bibi and N. Code, by @cwash-bandicoot

Margot Francis, by @germg1rl

Zekdriirn, by @/Wed0kto on artfight

Ashira and Taro, by @/PoisonedFrog on artfight

Nova Chant, by @miss-twila