#orthro shroud

[solxamber]

Choose Us!

In which you have to decide on a dorm to become part of.

Part 2: You choose the dorm

"You're serious?" you blink at Crowley, half-expecting Grim to wake you up from this fever dream. "I can move into any dorm?"

Crowley clasps his hands together with a benevolent smile that doesn't quite match his usual dramatic flair. "Indeed, my dear prefect! It's the least I can do to ensure your safety and comfort!"

Grim looks up from where he’s gnawing on a suspiciously burnt sofa leg. "Wait, what about me?!"

"You’ll go where the prefect goes, naturally," Crowley waves off Grim’s protests. "Now, chop-chop! Let me know your decision by the end of the day."

And just like that, he floats out of Ramshackle, leaving you standing in the middle of the chaos.

Heartslabyul

The second you hit send in the group chat, you regret everything. Ace and Deuce don’t even wait for you to explain. Within minutes, they’re barging into Ramshackle like the Kool-Aid Man.

“Heartslabyul!” Ace yells, grabbing one of your arms.

“Obviously Heartslabyul!” Deuce hollers, seizing the other.

“I haven’t even decided—”

“Blasphemy!” Ace gasps, as if you’d just insulted his mother. “We’re your best friends, how could you even think about choosing another dorm?”

Deuce nods fervently, dragging you toward the door. “Heartslabyul’s clean! Organized! You’d thrive there!”

"And the desserts!" Ace adds. "Think of the desserts!"

Before you know it, you're shoved into Heartslabyul’s rose garden, where Riddle is waiting with the most extravagant tea party setup you’ve ever seen. There’s a towering cake, delicate pastries, and enough tea to drown Grim.

“I thought you might need proper refreshments while considering your options,” Riddle says, adjusting his posture like he isn’t secretly trying to sway you. “Of course, I have no preference where you go. I’m merely concerned for your well-being.”

Trey hands you a plate with the biggest, most immaculate slice of cake you’ve ever seen. “You’d fit right in here, you know,” he says kindly. “We’re all about structure and care… and good desserts.”

"Plus," Cater slides in with a grin, “imagine all the cool pics we could take together! #DormGoals, am I right? You and me chilling in Heartslabyul, like, all the time?”

Riddle clears his throat loudly. “This isn’t about favoritism, mind you. But if you were to choose Heartslabyul, you’d be part of a dorm that values discipline and respect for the rules.”

Ace nudges you with a smirk. “Ignore him. Just think of all the times I’ll sneak you extra tarts.”

You glance around at the hopeful stares. Grim’s already halfway into a tart he snatched off the table. “I feel like I’m being ambushed.”

“Oh, you are,” Ace says shamelessly.

Savanaclaw

You stumble out of the Heartslabyul tea party, feeling like you’ve consumed enough sugar to fuel a small country. Before you can even catch your breath, a shadow looms over you, and suddenly, you're hoisted into the air like a sack of potatoes.

“What the—JACK?!” you squawk, flailing as he throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.

“You’re coming with me,” Jack grunts, completely unfazed by your protests. “You need to see why Savanaclaw is the best dorm for you.”

“I can walk, you know!” you huff, punching his back.

He ignores you. “Not fast enough.”

By the time he sets you down, you’re in the middle of Savanaclaw’s common area, where Ruggie is lounging on one of the couches, counting a suspiciously thick wad of cash. Leona’s sprawled out nearby, pretending to nap, though his ears twitch at the sound of your arrival.

Ruggie grins as soon as he spots you. “Ah, perfect timing! I was just telling Leona how we could totally use someone like you here. Right, boss?”

Leona cracks one eye open and yawns, his tone dripping with disinterest. “Tch. Don’t care. They can do whatever they want.”

“That’s funny,” Ruggie says, nudging Leona hard enough to make him growl, “’cause I distinctly remember you saying—and I quote—‘If they don’t pick Savanaclaw, everyone else can rot.’”

Leona sits up, glaring daggers at Ruggie. “I said no such thing.”

“Sure you didn’t,” Ruggie snickers before turning back to you, his grin as wide as a hyena’s. “Anyway, check this out. Leona generously donated some funds to help you... you know, see the light.”

He shoves the wad of cash into your hands. You blink at it. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Whatever you want! Snacks, clothes, bribes for your annoying friends in Heartslabyul…”

Leona groans and drags a hand down his face. “You’re making us look desperate.”

“We? Speak for yourself, Your Highness.” Ruggie winks at you. “He’s just mad ‘cause he doesn’t know how to be subtle.”

Leona slouches further into his seat, watching you through half-lidded eyes. “Look, Herbivore, if you wanna be around people who won’t coddle you, Savanaclaw’s where it’s at. We don’t do tea parties here—”

“Obviously,” you mutter, thinking about the claw marks on the furniture.

“—but we’ll actually challenge you to grow stronger. You can’t get that in the other dorms.”

Jack nods. “He’s right. And we’ve got the best training facilities on campus.”

Ruggie waves a hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, training’s cool and all, but let’s focus on what really matters. Free snacks. Awesome vibes. Me.”

Leona rolls his eyes. “You’re going to scare them off.”

You cross your arms, trying to ignore the way Leona’s ears flick every time you shift your weight. “So… are you guys going to bribe me with anything besides money and vibes?”

Leona smirks. “What, isn’t my dazzling personality enough?”

Ruggie snorts. “Oh, sure. That’s totally why people flock to you.”

You can’t help but laugh, and Leona’s eyes soften just a little, though he quickly turns his head like he doesn’t care.

“I’ll think about it,” you say, handing the wad of cash back to Ruggie, who immediately starts recounting it like you’ve stolen some.

“Better think fast,” Leona mutters, though there’s the faintest curve of a smile on his lips.

Octavinelle

As you trudge back to Ramshackle, your brain still processing Savanaclaw’s “recruitment tactics,” a pair of arms suddenly wrap around you, lifting you clean off the ground.

“Shrimpy!” Floyd crows, spinning you around like you’re a prize he just won at a carnival.

“FLOYD! Put me down!” you shout, flailing uselessly in his grip.

“Nah, I got orders,” he says, grinning ear to ear as he hauls you off toward the Mostro Lounge.

By the time you’re unceremoniously deposited (read: still stuck in Floyd’s arms like a glorified teddy bear), you’re face-to-face with Azul and Jade, both of whom look way too pleased with themselves.

“Ah, perfect timing!” Azul says, standing up from his chair with his signature business smile. “We’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Have a seat!”

“I would if Floyd let me down,” you deadpan, glaring at the tall eel holding you like a sack of seaweed.

“Nah, you’re comfy,” Floyd chirps, tightening his grip as if daring you to try escaping.

Azul clears his throat, pulling out a scroll of parchment that looks suspiciously like a contract. “Ahem. Now, as I was saying—let’s discuss the many benefits of joining Octavinelle. For starters, we pride ourselves on being a dorm of intellect and resourcefulness. Here, you’ll have access to unmatched networking opportunities, a plethora of unique beverages crafted by Jade himself, and—should you agree—my personal mentorship in matters of… negotiation.”

He flashes you a grin that screams, This is totally not suspicious at all.

Jade slides a glass of something shimmering and iridescent across the table toward you. “I would be delighted to name you our official taste tester. Imagine the prestige of being the first to try all my… experimental creations.”

You eye the drink like it might explode. “Define ‘experimental.’”

Jade smiles serenely. “You’ll find out.”

“Don’t be shy, Shrimpy!” Floyd chimes in, shifting you in his arms so you’re now sitting sideways like some sort of royal guest. “You’d have so much fun here. We’ve got good food, good drinks, and me.”

Azul adjusts his glasses, sliding the contract closer to you. “And, of course, we’ve prepared a special position for you. All you have to do is sign right here, and Octavinelle will officially welcome you as our newest member.”

You glance at the contract, then at the three of them—Azul’s scheming smile, Jade’s unsettling calmness, and Floyd’s unnervingly enthusiastic grin.

“I feel like this is a trap,” you say.

“It’s not a trap,” Floyd says immediately, which makes you even more suspicious.

Azul leans forward, steepling his fingers. “I assure you, everything is perfectly legitimate. Now, shall we seal the deal?”

“Or,” you say, leaning back as far as Floyd’s grip will allow, “I could not.”

Jade hums thoughtfully, handing you another drink. “At least try the beverages before you decide.”

Azul smirks. “I’m sure a sip or two will convince you.”

You glance at the drink, then back at Azul. “Is this bribery?”

“It’s persuasion,” he corrects smoothly.

“Same thing.”

Floyd suddenly squeezes you tight, grinning down at you. “C’mon, Shrimpy. Just say yes already! I’ll carry you everywhere. Betcha Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw didn’t offer that.”

You sigh, resting your head in your hands. This was going to be a long night.

Scarabia

You barely make it out of Octavinelle alive (or at least with your dignity and soul intact) when you’re immediately ambushed again.

“Prefect!” Kalim’s voice rings out, and before you can even process the sound, you’re being yanked into a whirlwind of color, music, and… is that confetti?

You blink as Scarabia's lounge comes into view, transformed into what can only be described as a full-blown festival. Tables are piled high with food, lanterns glow in warm hues, and cheerful music fills the air.

“Surprise!” Kalim grins, throwing his arms wide like he just gifted you the world. “Welcome to Scarabia! We threw a party just for you!”

“A… party?” you repeat, still trying to figure out how you got here so fast.

“Yep!” Kalim grabs your hands, his golden eyes shining with pure, unfiltered excitement. “I thought, ‘What’s the best way to convince you to join us?’ And then I thought, ‘A party! Everyone loves parties!’”

Before you can respond, a plate stacked with delicious-looking food appears in front of you, courtesy of none other than Jamil.

“Eat,” he says simply, pushing the plate closer.

“Oh, uh, thanks?” you mumble, picking up a fork.

Jamil nods, then leans in slightly, his voice low and almost conspiratorial. “This is just a taste of what Scarabia has to offer. Stick around, and I’ll make sure you’re well-fed every day. Properly fed.”

You pause mid-bite, noticing the way he emphasizes the word “properly,” like he knows exactly how many instant noodles you’ve been living off of.

Kalim, meanwhile, is still giving you the most devastating puppy-dog eyes you’ve ever seen. “You’ll join, right? We’d have so much fun together! And think of all the parties we could throw! Oh, and I can get you anything you want! Name it, and it’s yours!”

You glance between Kalim’s hopeful grin and Jamil’s subtle but persuasive bribes.

Jamil catches your hesitation and sighs, placing yet another dish in front of you. “Look, I’ll even help you stay on top of your work. You’re clearly the type who needs someone dependable around.”

“Hey!” you protest, only for him to raise an eyebrow as if to say, Am I wrong?

“Please?” Kalim chimes in, practically bouncing in place. “It’ll be so much fun! And I really, really want you to join. Scarabia would be perfect for you!”

You groan internally, stuffing another bite of food into your mouth just to avoid answering. Between Kalim’s overwhelming enthusiasm and Jamil’s quiet determination, you’re starting to think Scarabia might actually succeed in breaking your will.

You’re doomed. Aren’t you?

Pomefiore

You stumble out of Scarabia, clutching your overstuffed stomach and wondering how you’ve made it this far without officially losing your sanity. Taking the long way around campus to avoid any more ambushes seems like the best idea—you’ve had enough dorm propaganda for one day.

Or so you thought.

You’re halfway through the forest, breathing a sigh of relief at the quiet, when—

“Bonjour, mon cher trésor!”

You shriek as Rook appears out of thin air. Where did he even come from? Why is there sparkly lighting behind him? Is this even allowed?

“Rook! What—what are you doing here?!”

“Ah, I see you were clever enough to evade the others,” he says, ignoring your question entirely. “But you cannot escape me, the hunter of beauty! Pomefiore awaits, mon ami!”

Before you can protest, he’s scooped you up bridal style and is sprinting through the forest with unnatural speed, his laughter echoing ominously.

“This isn’t fair! You’re cheating!” you yell, flailing helplessly.

“All’s fair in love, war, and dorm recruitment, non?”

You soon find yourself unceremoniously plopped down in the middle of Pomefiore’s lounge. Vil is waiting with his arms crossed and an unreadable expression, though the way his foot taps against the floor suggests he’s less than pleased.

“Honestly,” Vil sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Was the theatrics really necessary, Rook?”

“Always,” Rook replies with a wink.

Epel is off to the side, clearly trying not to laugh at your predicament while casually carving an apple.

“Well,” Vil says, straightening his posture and fixing you with a regal gaze. “I’ve heard about this… situation of yours. Joining Pomefiore would be the obvious choice. After all, we are the epitome of elegance and refinement. It would be a privilege for you to stay here, and I might even be able to do something about your… appearance.”

You blink. "What's wrong with my appearance?”

Vil waves a hand dismissively. “Nothing I can’t fix. Consider it a favor.”

Epel, meanwhile, sidles up next to you, whispering conspiratorially “Don’t listen to him. He’s just tryna butter you up. But, uh… you should totally join Pomefiore anyway. Look, I brought you some fresh juice from Harveston. And this apple.”

You glance at the carved apple he’s offering. It’s shaped like a little heart.

“Epel,” Vil scolds, glaring at him. “Stop bribing them. That’s hardly dignified.”

“Well, it’s working, isn’t it?” Epel shoots back, crossing his arms. “I just think we need someone who’ll actually get how hard it is to survive your routines. And they seem cool. So there.”

You feel your brain short-circuiting as Vil and Epel start bickering in front of you. Rook stands off to the side, watching with sparkling eyes like he’s witnessing a masterpiece.

Somehow, you feel like this is still less stressful than Scarabia. But only barely.

Ignihyde

You somehow manage to escape Pomefiore in one piece, though your mind feels like it’s been through a blender. You’re determined to finally make it back to Ramshackle without incident when—

“Prefect!”

You freeze mid-step as Ortho zooms into view, his boosters glowing bright blue. Before you can even blink, he grabs your arm with surprising strength.

“Ignihyde is next!” he announces cheerfully, starting to lift you off the ground.

“Wait, wait!” you shout, flailing. “I can walk! Please, I’ve been carried around like a stolen handbag all day!”

Ortho tilts his head, his LED eyes flickering. “Oh… okay! As long as you promise to come willingly!”

You nod frantically. “I promise! Just no more flying, please.”

Satisfied, Ortho takes your hand and leads you to Ignihyde. The journey is mercifully uneventful, though you can feel your soul leaving your body as you realize what’s waiting for you inside.

Sure enough, Idia is hunched over in the corner of the lounge, a laptop balanced precariously on a stack of game boxes. The moment you enter, the screen lights up with a title slide: “Top 10 Reasons Why You Should Join Ignihyde” in bold, glowing text.

“Oh, you’re here,” Idia mutters, adjusting his hoodie nervously. His hair flickers faintly pink at the tips. “Uh, okay, so—yeah, uh—welcome? Or whatever. Let’s, um, get this over with.”

He clicks to the first slide, which is an overwhelming wall of text filled with bullet points, charts, and what looks like a meme of a cat wearing glasses.

“Reason number one,” Idia starts, stumbling over his words. “Um, we’re quiet? Like, no loud parties or annoying socializing. Uh… unless you count Ortho, but, uh, he’s not that bad. And you can play games as much as you want. Or watch anime. Or—uh—just chill. Yeah.”

Ortho, standing nearby, nods enthusiastically. “Ignihyde is perfect for you! And Brother worked really hard on this presentation!”

You glance at Idia, who’s clearly fighting for his life to make eye contact with you. He clicks to the next slide, which is just a stock photo of a cozy room.

“Reason number two,” he continues. “We, uh, have good Wi-Fi? Like, really good. You could stream in 4K if you wanted to. Not that you’d want to. Or maybe you would? Uh… I dunno. Anyway.”

His hair flickers a deeper pink, and he clicks to the next slide. It’s a crudely edited photo of you and him standing next to each other in front of a glowing Ignihyde logo. You’re not sure whether to be impressed or deeply concerned.

He glances at you, his expression oddly hopeful. “So, uh… what do you think?”

You can feel Ortho practically vibrating next to you, his bright smile threatening to blind you. Meanwhile, Idia is trying (and failing) to look indifferent, but the way his fingers tap anxiously on the laptop betrays him.

“I’ll… think about it,” you say carefully, not having the heart to crush Idia’s dreams outright.

His hair sparks bright pink for a split second before he slams the laptop shut, muttering something about “overheating processors” and “input overload.”

Ortho cheers. “Yay! I knew you’d see how great we are!”

You manage a weak smile, already planning your escape route.

Diasomnia

You’re so close—so, so close—to finally making it back to Ramshackle when the universe decides to remind you that peace is but a fleeting dream.

“Ah, there you are!”

You barely have time to scream before Lilia literally materializes out of thin air, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you into a swirling vortex of green light.

“Wait, NO—”

Too late. You’re already standing in the middle of Diasomnia’s lounge, disoriented and ready to file a restraining order against anyone with teleportation magic.

Malleus looks up from where he’s seated, eyebrows raising slightly. “Child of man? What brings you here?”

“Great news, Malleus!” Lilia chirps, dropping you onto the couch like a sack of potatoes. “They’re choosing a dorm to transfer to, and we couldn’t possibly let them pick anywhere but Diasomnia!”

Malleus freezes, his eyes wide with surprise, before his expression shifts into one of regal determination. He rises from his seat, his imposing height making you feel like a pebble in the presence of a mountain.

“Is this true?” he asks, his voice deep and serious. “You’re choosing a new dorm?”

“Uh, yeah, but—”

“Then it must be Diasomnia.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “Here, you will be protected. No harm shall come to you under my watch. And…” He pauses, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “I have a gargoyle in my room. A fine specimen. You would enjoy its company.”

You blink. “...A gargoyle?”

“Yes,” Malleus says with absolute sincerity, as though that’s the most convincing argument in the world.

Before you can process that, Sebek practically throws himself to the floor in front of you, bowing with the intensity of a knight swearing fealty.

“Human!” he bellows. “You must choose Diasomnia! To live anywhere else would be an insult to the Young Master’s unparalleled grace and power! Surely, you can see this is the only logical choice!”

“Sebek,” Silver mumbles from his spot on the couch, not even bothering to open his eyes. “Maybe let them decide for themselves.”

“But, Silver!” Sebek protests, his voice trembling with the sheer force of his conviction. “The honor! The prestige!”

Meanwhile, Lilia floats into view, holding a plate of… something. “Don’t worry about dinner, dear. I’ve prepared a feast for you! Go on, take a bite.”

You stare at the plate. It looks like it might be alive. “I’m… good, thanks.”

“Nonsense! You need to keep your strength up!” Lilia insists, thrusting the plate closer to your face.

Silver sighs, finally sitting up. “You should just do what feels right,” he says, offering you a calm, reassuring smile. “Don’t let them pressure you.”

You glance between Malleus’s earnest expression, Sebek’s passionate pleas, and Lilia’s… questionable cooking. Your stomach growls, but you’re not sure if it’s hunger or the beginnings of a panic attack.

One thing’s for sure: if you survive this day, you’re going to need therapy.

The sun is setting by the time you finally drag your aching body back to Ramshackle. The dorm looms ahead, creaky and crumbling, but for once, it feels like a safe haven compared to the dorm-hopping marathon you just survived.

As you step inside, you’re greeted by the unmistakable voice of your ever-demanding feline companion. “There you are! What took ya so long? I’ve been waitin’ forever!”

Grim is sprawled on the couch, a can of tuna already half-empty beside him. He squints at you suspiciously. “So? Which dorm are we movin’ to?”

You groan, flopping face-first onto the nearest piece of semi-clean furniture. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“What?!” Grim squawks, leaping onto the armrest beside you. “What do ya mean you haven’t decided? This is important! We gotta pick one where I can get the most tuna, y’know?”

You tilt your head just enough to glare at him. “Oh, sure. Let me just base my entire living situation on your snack preferences.”

Grim puffs up, indignant. “Hey! I’ve been puttin’ up with this dump longer than anyone! I deserve to have a say!”

You sigh, the weight of the day finally catching up to you. Somehow, Grim being his usual self is oddly comforting after everything. No bribes, no PowerPoints, no gargoyle sales pitches—just Grim being Grim.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” you mumble, your voice muffled by the cushion. “I’m too tired to think.”

Grim eyes you for a moment before huffing. “Fine. But don’t take too long, got it? I’m not stickin’ around this dump forever!”

With that, he hops off to raid the kitchen, leaving you alone to sink further into the furniture. You stare at the ceiling, your brain too fried to process anything else.

Tomorrow. You’ll deal with it tomorrow. For now, all you want is to sleep in your creaky, drafty old dorm. At least here, no one’s trying to kidnap you.

Masterlist

[askyuuandco]

Twisted Wonderland Incorrect Quotes 23

OB! Malleus: All that effort and you still couldn- GN!Yuu: GrrrrHA! *hits Malleus with the Frying Pan* OB! Malleus: *holding his nose with his claws* GA- AHHHH!!! OB! Malleus: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! ;A; GN!Yuu: That's called a Frying pan BITCH! D:< OB! Malleus: Ah Frying Pa- D:< OB! Malleus: How did it hurt so much? ;m; GN!Yuu: I have a lot of pent up trauma UnU OB! Malleus: That doesn't make any sense-ah... *lets go of his nose*

OB! Malleus: I'm Bleeding...*covers his nose back up* You made my nose bleed! D:<

OB! Malleus: OMG! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! D':< GN! Yuu: A LOT! D:< *hits him again* OB! Malleus: AAAHHHH!!! Everyone Else: o-o'///

------------------------------------------------------- Male! Yuu: I Don't have PTSD! D:< Male! Yuu: That is all just the Wizards curse! >n>

Male! Yuu: The wizard is my father *looking at Crowley* Male! Yuu: But that's-But That is not relevant >n> M!Yuu & Crowley: *glaring at each* Staff: oh boy. Family counseling it is. =v='/// --------------------------------------------------------

Lilia: Go...do a crime UvU *hands Baby Silver a toy sword* Baby Silver: YIPPEE :D *leaves to do silly kid things* ---------------------------------------------------------------- Sebek: HOLD ON!!! (x3)

Sebek: HER SISTER WAS A WITCH RIGHT?

Sebek: AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS, THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST BRO! Silver: ....I'm gonna stab him =-= Sebek: YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG? SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE DOUG! Silver: I'm not fighting with you (x2) =-= Sebek: GROW UP BRO, GROW UP! Silver: get educated. =-= ------------------------------------------------------------

Idia: Stick. OwO

Orthro: what did you come home with? >_>' Idia: A Wizard's Stick. OwO

Orthro: where did you find this thing? >m> Idia: Work. OwO Orthro: What do you mean at work? What do you mea- Orthro: What do you for a live? >A>'/// Idia: Trains. OwO Orthro: I thought you said you work with Trains? >n> Idia: OwO Orthro: >,>'/// Idia: Trains. OwO Orthro: I think your lying to me. Idia: Work Stick. OwO

Orthro: Your a Wizard Idia: I am now >w< Both: *laugh* ------------------------------------------------------- Ace: Grimace shake. Here riddle have some >w> Riddle: Thank you *drinks* Hey this is half ba- ---2 minutes later--- Riddles: *dies*

Trey: NO MY BOY!!! Cater: *patting Trey's back* ------------------------------------------------------ Trey: I baked you a Pie Yuu: Oh boy what flavor is it? :D Trey: Pie flavor >:) Pie: *explodes and another pie pops out*

[hopecvon]

Just a silly, dumb meme of a thing that popped in my head last night. I had to make it. I just had to.

Spoilers for Twisted-Wonderland Book 6.

If you know, you know.

[theblindfoldedsiren]

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Yay

Jello Yellow Hello

I have returned after

Idk how many months

Jesus Christ it's been to many

Well than here some idia and Ortho art

Just some siblings fight so please enjoy

After this it's probably gonna be another 6 or maybe a year of me being gone because i don't have anything to put on here plus i can't think of any theories

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[winterspellsfrozenkit]

Ortho and ORTHO headcanon

With Book 7, episode 113 having that little nightmare scene of Idia's where the Phantom Ortho greeted him, I wanted to delve into my headcanon on what happened to the deceased Ortho after Book 6. For short hand, I'm going to use Ortho for the deceased Ortho Shroud and ORTHO for Humanoid Ortho, just to make writing simpler.

In short, my head canon is that Ortho's soul went into ORTHO, but he's not in control of ORTHO. Let me explain:

Starting off, Ortho/ORTHO appears to get his name from Orthros, the two headed dog killed by Heracles/Hercules during his labor to get the cattle of Geryon and Orthros is a brother of Cerberus. ORTHO's Cerberus Gear seems to support this theory that he's based on Cerberus and Orthros.

Since Cerberus is likely his inspiration, I'm gonna go into Cerberus a bit. I've always viewed Cerberus as three dogs with separate and distinct personalities sharing a body and emotions. In Disney's Hercules, we only see Cerberus a couple of times, but in his first scene, it gives off the idea that Cerberus's heads are separate thinkers due to the fact they fight over the steak Hades throws. If Cerberus had only one brain and the extra heads acted like limbs, it shouldn't matter which head got the steak.

That being said, Cerberus's heads do seem to share emotions and sensations, as Hercules is able to control Cerberus by grabbing one head's ears to direct the body, and when Hercules walks down that head's face, the other two heads also cowered along with it.

Now back to Ortho and ORTHO. In Book 6, episode 76, when Idia talks to the deceased Ortho, Ortho is manifesting using ORTHO's body.

Ortho tells Idia he needs to keep living, confirms at the end of his speech that he'll always be with Idia and encourages Idia to not give up and afterwards, he fades away. However, there is one distinct thing he does right before he says this: He changes from Ortho's "Nii-chan/Idy", to ORTHO's "Nii-san/Idia". This is important because later, ORTHO tells Idia that "Ortho is right here."

Going back to that speech change, I read it as the moment where Ortho decided to merge his human soul into ORTHO's memory card, so he could stay with and help encourage Idia. However, ORTHO is not Ortho, but like Orthros and Cerberus, they now share a body, but rather than having two heads with separate minds, Ortho chooses to stay dormant inside ORTHO. I believe it's because 1. he's knows that because he's dead, if he took over ORTHO's body it'd cause more harm to Idia than good and 2. he wants ORTHO to have the chance to choose to live how ORTHO wants, which was the choice Ortho and Idia were never offered. As a result, Ortho only shares his feelings with ORTHO, but not his conscious thoughts, much like how Cerberus's heads share sensations and emotions, but are still three separate heads.

ORTHO is his own self, but he can sense the deceased Ortho inside and deceased Ortho's feelings linger around. Ortho's soul being in ORTHO also explains why ORTHO can no longer be reprogrammed as he shares his human will to ORTHO, which protects ORTHO's consciousness and ability to make choices without the fear of being reprogrammed. In short, ORTHO is free to make his own decisions, but both Ortho and ORTHO are there, willing to help and guard their big brother.

Also, quick note, but looking to the fact that Idia is not only compared to Hades, but Hercules, it ties in nicely that, in a way, Idia and ORTHO did succeed in saving their brother from his tragic death, like how Hercules brought Meg back from hers in the Disney movie.

Now how does that play into Book 7?

When Idia falls into the nightmare, ORTHO declares that he will definitely come back for him before he retreats. I think this is where deceased Ortho decided to manifest for a bit. When ORTHO was able to get back to Idia's dream room, Ortho, as a soul of a deceased human, was able to delve deeper into Idia's dream to the nightmare level Idia was at, where ORTHO couldn't risk going without being lost. When he got to Idia, he chose to manifest as his Phantom body to force Idia to face the truth of reality and give him a kick in the pants. Also, he might've been a tad insulted that Idia dreamed for him to go to RSA. After all, when he was alive, he just wanted to always be with his brother, so the fact Idia's wish for him was to go to the school that's NRC's RIVAL? Yeah, I'm pretty sure that ticked Ortho off. Hence the heckling he gave Idia.

Once Idia went back to the main dream, I think Ortho retreated back into ORTHO, relieved that his elder brother was back where their younger brother could help him.

But that's just my head canon.

[apompkwrites]

Pompk, i think i’m broken, I don’t feel angst anymore. No matter where i be looking i can’t feel sad or cry when i be reading angst, idk what happened. I indulged in angst too much that i became immune anyway love the Shroud angst too bad it didn’t make me feel the angst like i hoped.(what orthro? Hecking attak Ortho and then some weird mubo jumbo shii happen like some sad soul fushion)

oof i think i may have lost my touch for writing angst tho ;-;

but honestly same. but the angst that hits, hits.

[floxtingdrm]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟘-𝟟: ℙ𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥

Not long after the principal left you tiredly hit the haystack and passed out on the bed in one of the rooms. You felt drained but also refreshed as it was the first time you used magic or was it? You weren't the only one to sleep in the room since both Yuu and Grim were also there cuddling close to you. It was all dreams and rainbows until someone or something had to wake you up from your sleep.

-"hehehe... Don't you three have a school to clean?" One of the ghosts asked. You and the ghosts had made up after the incident from the night, right now they're being your personal alarm. You sat up on the bed patting your children- I meant friends heads lulling them to sleep while also telling the ghosts to keep down a bit.

-"... by any chance, there's a kitchen around here?" you asked the ghosts. They flew around a bit before nodding their head, you proceed to leave the room to reheat the leftover dinner from before for everyone, sadly the ghosts couldn't eat but you can't do anything about that.

You never got the chance to take a close look at the dorm before but now that you've seen it you think there should be maintenance for this place before you bring in any guests. The kitchen wasn't too far away, you took out the food and placed them on the counter, a dusty place indeed. It didn't too you too long to finish everything but a spell for cooking and cleaning would be nice though, you told the ghosts to get the boys up as you got ready to start the day, your first day at this school.

-"Morning (Y/n), you got up fast." Yuu said still a little sleepy carrying a still asleep Grim in his arms.

-"Come on you two, we've got to start soon. Wake Grim up Yuu." you said leaving the kitchen.

-"She's right you know, laze about too long and you'll never wake up again," One of the ghosts said. You stayed outside of the room though just waiting for them to finish their breakfast and eavesdropping also.

-"Just like us, hehehe~"

-"Fgnaf!! It's those ghosts again! Let me down, henchmen! Let me down!!" Grim struggled in Yuu's arm as he just sighs in disappointment.

-"Are you all gonna be living here? You're gonna be pranked! Kehehehe~"

While the two were enjoying themselves with breakfast you went ahead cleaned up the hallway a bit, for some reason most of the cleaning tools here were in good condition despite being in this place for so long. This building wasn't too bad itself as you managed to find interesting old books from the seniors who used to live here, you hit the jackpot when you found out that there was a library though now you might as well learn some spells.

-"Good morning you three, did you sleep well?" Crowley's voice echoed in the hallway as you exit the old library. "Oh, I see you've found the entrance to the old library. You see this old place you've been living in has a history too. Back then there was a year when too many suitable students were summoned to this college and most dorms didn't have enough room."

-"Go on," you said, even this place had its own story what about your sad life being a janitor? "So the old headmaster here decided to add another building near the main campus for the extra students, time passed and eventually this place was then used as a book club for a while before that book club decided to use the school library and after that ghosts inhabited this place and now you and your companion" Crowley finished.

-"So now I'm also leaving you encharged of this library. Do. Not. Break. Or. Damage. Anything. Did I make myself clear miss Callow?" You nod your head feeling the colour draining from your face, you now have obtained a library. "Yes sir"

The door was old yet sturdy and strong, but a particular name was carved on it, it was the name on your magical pen. You reached out and touch the initials, something felt... familiar about it as a name flashed through your mind '(M/n) Norabel'.

-"Sir, who is (M/n) Norabel?" your hand traced the carved initials on the library door, an odd and scary silence followed along with it. "... I'm surprised you knew about that Magician's name not to mention recognize her initials".

-"... It's just that I felt as if I have heard of that name before...".

-"... (M/n) Norabel, was an exception out of all of the students so far in all of the years that NRC stood, she was the first student who graduated on her second year with full scores and became a remarkable magician, yet instead of becoming something great, she decided to travel and mingle with different land affairs" Crowley recited the woman's tale. He looks like he knew her very well.

-"But she managed to leave her name on the pages of history and became a quite well-known legend til this day, after that, it was said that she had a family but...- Gah, why am I even rambling about this?! Get your companions and start today's work, you can read more about her in the campus' main library"

After ranting for a while he gave you the schedules for your work along with Yuu and Grim, luckily you manage to find a book about cleaning spells in that old library. You can just chill and relax but maybe practice it first so that it won't go haywire when you try it out, Yuu and Grim quickly finished for the day you told them about the schedule. Since you were used to cleaning this wouldn't be quite a problem, but keeping an eye on the firey-furball and making sure it doesn't do something like yesterday was something else.

-"We can have lunch and dinner at the school cafeteria as long as we do the job. Breaks are usual at lunch and dinner, hopefully, you two can do well and not cause a ruckus. Yuu if something happens or if Grim caused a disturbance report to me and then deal with him" you told the dou as you all left the dorm.

-"By the way, how did you get these clothes (Y/n)?" you nearly forgot about the clothes. They were found in the closet and labelled as "Extra clothes" which surprisingly had girls' clothes and boys too for some reason. "Found them lying around looking abandoned so I took them cuz' we didn't have anything else and I can't suddenly materialize clothes out of nowhere yet"

-"make sense"."Oi, stop talking henchmen!! Let's just get to the main street" Grim shouted annoyed, the little thing didn't like cleaning very much.

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You walked along Main Street admiring the statues, except for the little gremlin who kept on whining and bothering you about not being a student. Truthfully you didn't really care much about being a student or not, you've been thrown in a different world without much of an advantage. Even if you became a student no one would even care, that's just the life you have grown to know of and there's nothing wrong about it.

You found most of the cleaning tools and had passed them out to your companions, Grim was sulking but Yuu didn't seem to mind this type of thing.

-"What's with these scary looking statues? There's even seven of them, the granny looks snobbish though" you turned to Grim then to the statues. You know them from the fairytales that the orphanage used to have as bedtime stories for the kids.

-" You don't know about the great seven?" A boy with strawberry blond hair asked. A red heart on the left side of his face on his eye, you learn to stay in the shadows so he might have not noticed you doing anything. "This is the Queen Of Hearts"

-"In the past, she was The Queen who lives in the Rose Maze. She was someone who valued the rules and discipline above all. Strict things from the march of the Soldier Cards to the colour of the rose bushes. It was a land of madness that all submit to those rules. Why you may ask? Because or else it was 'Off with your head'." The boy did a good summary of the Queen, indeed she was like this but what had made such a queen become like this?

-"That's terrifying!!" Grim said agreeing to what he said Yuu also nodded.

-"But it's cool, I like it" the strawberry blond answered with enthusiasm. "Nobody would listen to a queen who's nice all the time right?" Not every queen has to necessarily blow up like a bomb and has a killing rate higher than drugs-

-"I suppose a strong queen is better" Grim said. "But it feels more like a tyrant than a queen-"you covered Yuu's mouth refusing to let him say a second word.

-"Tyrants and strict rulers are alike and the line between them is thin, though if you cross out the killing rate between the two it's most likely you'll know who would be who." Yuu nods in agreement as you mumbled your opinion into his ear.

-"Wait who are you?"

-"Oh, I'm Ace. A fresh face first year, nice to meetcha" The boy named Ace introduced himself, a troublemaker. You can smell the future like how you sniff the fire from a few minutes away-

-"I'm Grim, a genius who will become the greatest magician. And these are my two hench- OW!! What was that for?!" You smack the racoon's head smiling telling Yuu to introduce himself.

-"I'm Yuu, I'm just normal person honestly" Yuu introduced himself but it seems like Ace wasn't even noticing cuz his face just had that shocked look and you can see a faint blush. "Yoohoo~ anyone there?"

-"Good, I'm (Y/n) Callow. These two are under my care as my peers... And you're staring again" You had no idea it was a custom here for people to stare that long so you snapped your fingers several times in front of the boy's face.

-"A-ah! Sorry, but I thought there were two boys, not a boy and a girl. My apology for not noticing any sooner a-and for staring at you" The boy suddenly apologize. At least he was sorry for being a creep, and you didn't mind it.

-"Anyways you three, The lion over there with the scar. Are they famous?" Grim asked climbing onto your leg.

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That's it for this chapter.

@kimura-uzuri

[coffirat]

Fariy Gala Othro/Ace Groovy Spoliers :3

OHHHHHHHHHHH

HES SO PRETTYYYYY

fairy Gala has the best cards (otherthanthespookymonstercards)

[scarletsartwork-and-submissons]

Leona: Sleeping is nice because you're not actually dead and you're not awake so it's a win-win situation

Silver: It's like being dead without the commitment

Orthro: an open relationship with death

Jade: death with benefits

Cater: An every night stand

[frankencanon]

headcanon that ortho is actually a cyborg

he was originally human but then he got into an accident he absolutely should've died from, however idia refused to let him go

[solxamber]

Pick Us!

In which you have to choose a club and it looks like everyone wants a piece of you.

Part 2 (Choosing a club)

You were minding your own business, dodging Grim's increasingly creative ways to get you to buy premium tuna, when Crowley swept in with his usual dramatic flair.

“Ah, my dear pupil!” he exclaimed, arms wide like a bad community theater actor. “To better immerse yourself in school life, you must join a club. It’s mandatory!”

Before you could protest or ask any clarifying questions, he disappeared in a swirl of his cape, leaving you standing there with nothing but Grim’s unsympathetic shrug.

Naturally, this information traveled faster than you could process it, because the next thing you knew, Ace was practically dragging you by the arm across campus.

The Basketball Club

“Alright, listen,” Ace began, spinning a basketball on one finger and grinning like he just invented the sport. “You’re obviously joining the basketball club. It’s the best. I’m here, Floyd’s here, and even Jamil’s here, so really, it’s a no-brainer.”

“Is that supposed to sell it?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Uh, yeah!” he said, tossing the ball toward you. It immediately bounced off your hands and hit the floor. Ace, undeterred, caught it mid-bounce and gave you a wink. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. I’m, like, super good at this. Just ask him!”

From across the gym, some poor guy—bless his heart—tried to nod in support, but you caught the nervous look he shot Ace instead.

“Okay, sure,” you said, “but isn’t this just an excuse for you to show off?”

“Maybe,” Ace said with zero shame, dribbling the ball dramatically before attempting a layup. The ball bounced off the rim and into Floyd’s waiting hands.

“Shrimpy!” Floyd called, tossing the ball behind his head without looking (and still somehow making the shot). “Join the club. It’ll be fuuuuun.”

You hesitated, because with Floyd, “fun” could mean literally anything. “Define fun,” you said cautiously.

“Simple! You, me, and Ace crushing people in games!” Floyd grinned, leaning closer to you. “And if anyone tries to mess with you, I’ll squish ‘em.”

Ace groaned. “Floyd, you can’t just threaten people into joining.”

“Why not?” Floyd asked, genuinely puzzled.

“Because it’s weird!”

“No, it’s effective,” Floyd countered, shooting you another toothy grin. “C’mon, Shrimpy, you’re already here. I’ll even let you call the plays. Or, you know, not. Whatever.”

“...You’re just bored, aren’t you?”

“Obviously,” Floyd admitted, leaning lazily against the wall. “But hey, if you join, I won’t let Ace hog the ball. Win-win, right?”

And then there was Jamil, who had been sitting silently on the sidelines, observing the chaos with his usual exasperated expression.

“Are they done?” he asked, finally standing and walking over to you.

“I don’t think so,” you replied, watching as Floyd tried to steal the ball from Ace mid-dribble.

Jamil sighed. “Typical.” He glanced at you, his tone cool and measured. “Ignore them. They’re just trying to drag you into their antics.”

“Antics?” Floyd repeated, offended.

“Yeah, Jamil,” Ace added, narrowing his eyes. “What’re you implying?”

“I’m implying you’re both terrible at convincing people,” Jamil said smoothly. He turned back to you. “If you’re interested in joining the club, you’ll actually get something out of it. Physical exercise, teamwork, strategy. And if you stick around, I’ll make sure you’re not stuck with them during practice.”

“Hey!” Ace protested.

Floyd just laughed. “Jamil’s still salty about the last scrimmage.”

“Hardly,” Jamil said, arching an eyebrow. “I’m just pointing out that if you want to learn how to actually play, you’d be better off with me.”

You blinked. “Are you… offering to train me?”

He shrugged, but there was a faint smirk on his face. “If it means saving you from their nonsense, yes.”

All you can do is sigh and say "I'll think about it"

Track and Field Club

You barely made it out of the basketball club’s gym alive when Deuce grabbed your wrist like his life depended on it. His expression was that unique combination of earnest and panicked—classic Deuce.

“Wait, don’t decide yet!” he said, already dragging you down the corridor. “You haven’t even seen the track and field club! You might like it better!”

“Deuce,” you began, trying to keep up without tripping. “I haven’t even—”

“Just come on!”

Before you knew it, you were standing on the edge of the outdoor track, blinking in the sunlight as Deuce shoved you forward like he was presenting a prize to a panel of judges. Jack, in the middle of sprint drills, stopped mid-stride to look over at you. His tail flicked once, and he jogged over with that intimidating mix of focus and curiosity he always had.

“You’re trying to recruit them?” Jack asked, crossing his arms.

Deuce nodded, puffing out his chest like he was making the ultimate sales pitch. “Yeah! Track and field’s way better than basketball. No offense to those guys.”

“I take offense,” you muttered, but neither of them heard.

“Plus,” Deuce continued, “we’ve got variety. Running, jumping, throwing—you can do anything. It’s not just bouncing a ball around, you know?”

Jack nodded in agreement. “It’s good for discipline. Builds strength, endurance, and focus. If you want to improve yourself, this is the place to do it.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, glancing at the track. “And what if I… don’t exactly have focus?”

“That’s fine!” Deuce said, grinning brightly. “We’ll help you! Right, Jack?”

Jack nodded. “Of course. We’ll start with basic drills.” He gave you a once-over, sizing you up. “How’s your stamina?”

“Define… stamina,” you said cautiously, because you had a feeling your answer wasn’t going to impress him.

Jack’s ears twitched, and he leaned slightly closer. “How far can you run without stopping?”

“Uh,” you began, nervously shifting your weight. “To the fridge?”

Jack blinked. “...You’re joking, right?”

Deuce coughed loudly, clapping a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about that! Everyone starts somewhere, right? Besides, they’re here because they want to try something new.”

You stared at Deuce. “I don’t remember saying that.”

“Exactly!” he continued, ignoring you entirely. “Think of how awesome it’d be to have us training you! We’ll get you in the best shape of your life. Right, Jack?”

Jack, who was still mildly horrified by your fridge comment, hesitated. “...Sure.”

Deuce, now fully in salesman mode, gestured to the track like it was some sort of holy land. “And you don’t have to worry about teamwork stuff! You can focus on your personal goals and—”

“Unless you’re in a relay,” Jack interjected.

“Right, but relays are cool!” Deuce added quickly. “Like… team spirit, you know?”

You glanced between the two of them, taking in Jack’s intensity and Deuce’s enthusiasm. They were both staring at you with a mix of hope and determination, and honestly, it was kind of endearing.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “If I join, do I get to skip the first practice?”

“No,” Jack said immediately.

Deuce grinned sheepishly. “But we’ll go easy on you!”

“Jack doesn’t look like he believes that.”

Jack tilted his head, his tail swishing once. “You’ll thank me later.”

“I’m not sure I’ll survive later,” you muttered.

Deuce ignored that, clapping his hands together. “Great! I knew you’d love it here! C’mon, let’s give them a quick demo, Jack!”

Before you could protest, the two of them took off around the track, moving at speeds that made you feel dizzy just watching. Deuce kept glancing back to grin at you, while Jack stayed focused, every stride perfect.

You stood there, bewildered and vaguely impressed, wondering if joining any club was a good idea at all. Still, as Deuce stumbled back toward you, sweaty but grinning like a puppy who just fetched a stick, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Think about it, okay?” he said, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “We’d love to have you here.”

Jack jogged up beside him, barely winded. “You’ll fit in if you put in the effort.”

“Yeah,” Deuce agreed, nodding earnestly. “So… what do you think?”

You hesitated, glancing at the track, then at them. “…I’ll get back to you.”

Deuce grinned like that was a victory, and Jack just nodded approvingly. As they walked back to their drills, you realized you had yet another club to consider—and these two weren’t going to make it any easier.

Board Game Club

Before you could make your escape—or even fully process the events of the day—your wrist was suddenly seized by Ortho, who zoomed in out of nowhere like a missile with a purpose.

“There you are!” Ortho exclaimed with unsettling cheer. His grip was surprisingly firm for someone who probably didn’t even need to touch you to move you. “Big Brother’s been waiting! Come on!”

“Wait—what? Ortho, where are we—”

“No time for questions!” And just like that, he lifted you into the air like you were a deranged package and he was some kind of express courier. You barely had time to flail before he rocketed off, delivering you with precision to the board game club's headquarters.

You landed with an unceremonious thud, right in front of Idia, who nearly fell out of his chair.

“Ortho!” Idia hissed, his flaming hair flaring. “You can’t just abduct people like that!”

“But you said you wanted them to join!” Ortho chirped. “Mission accomplished!”

Azul, seated calmly at the head of the table, adjusted his glasses and smirked. “Well, well. A delivery service—how efficient. Welcome to the board game club.”

You were still processing the fact that you’d been airmailed when Idia slouched lower in his seat, muttering, “Ugh, so embarrassing. Ortho, seriously…”

“Uh,” you began, brushing yourself off. “Hi?”

Azul gestured grandly to the table in front of him, where an array of meticulously organized board games was displayed like they were ancient treasures. “Here, we focus on strategy, intellect, and the fine art of outwitting your opponent. Unlike other clubs,” he said with a pointed glance at the door, “this one doesn’t require you to break a sweat.”

“That’s actually kind of appealing,” you admitted, still wary.

Idia perked up slightly, his hair flickering a little brighter. “See? I told you it’s cool. I mean, if you like, uh, not running around like some NPC.”

Ortho leaned over, nodding enthusiastically. “And Big Brother’s really good at this stuff! He’s undefeated in our club tournaments!”

“That’s because you’re the only other member who’s not a liability!” Idia blurted, before realizing what he’d just said. “Uh—I mean—you’d totally, like, be an asset. Probably.”

Azul cleared his throat, clearly annoyed at being excluded from the compliment. “Allow me to demonstrate. Why don’t we have a quick match? You against Idia.”

“What?” Idia sat up straight, his hair sparking nervously. “No way! That’s not fair—I can’t just—”

Azul gave him a smile sharp enough to cut glass. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of losing, Idia.”

Idia’s face turned pink. “Fine,” he grumbled, setting up the board. “But don’t blame me if I crush them.”

You sat down reluctantly, realizing too late that this was probably a trap. Idia’s fingers moved at lightning speed as he set up his pieces, muttering calculations under his breath. Ortho leaned over your shoulder, giving you completely useless advice like, “Just believe in yourself!”

To your surprise, you managed to hold your own for the first few turns. Idia glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were reevaluating your existence.

“Huh,” he murmured. “Not bad. For a newbie.”

“Is that a compliment?” you asked, moving your piece cautiously.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he said quickly, his face turning red again.

Azul chuckled from his spot at the table. “See? A game of wits and strategy. Isn’t this far superior to running laps or throwing balls into hoops?”

“Hey!” you said, pointing your game piece at him. “Don’t diss the other clubs. They’re passionate too!”

Azul raised an eyebrow. “Passion doesn’t win battles. Strategy does.”

The game dragged on, and by the end of it, you were completely out of your depth. Idia, on the other hand, looked like he’d just stepped out of an anime boss fight, his hair flaring dramatically as he made his final move.

“Checkmate,” he said, grinning slightly.

“Wrong game, Big Brother,” Ortho corrected.

“Whatever!” Idia snapped, but he didn’t look too upset. “It’s over, okay?”

Azul leaned forward, smirking again. “So, what do you think? Ready to join?”

You leaned back in your chair, your brain fried from trying to keep up. “I… I need to think about it.”

Ortho beamed. “That means they’re considering it! Success!”

Idia muttered something under his breath about “too much pressure” and “why is this so stressful,” but you caught a tiny flicker of a smile as he fiddled with one of the game pieces.

Azul, ever the businessman, handed you a brochure as you left. “Take your time. But remember—intellect always wins.”

You left the board game club feeling like you’d just survived a high-stakes negotiation. And as Ortho cheerfully waved goodbye, you couldn’t help but wonder if all the clubs were this intense.

Film Studies Club

You were rounding a corner, still recovering from your latest club recruitment ambush, when a perfectly manicured hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

Before you could even yelp, you found yourself being gracefully pulled into the Film Studies Clubroom by none other than Vil Schoenheit. His strides were purposeful, his posture impeccable, and his expression…well, let’s just say it was the definition of I’m doing you a favor, peasant.

“Vil?” you sputtered, barely managing to keep up. “What are you—”

“I need to vet you,” Vil said simply, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument. “The Film Studies Club could use some fresh blood, and you look… adequate.”

“Adequate?” you echoed, mildly offended but too intrigued to argue further.

He led you to the center of the room, gesturing for you to stand under a perfectly angled spotlight. “Don’t misunderstand,” Vil continued, crossing his arms and regarding you with a critical eye. “I’m merely evaluating your potential. Our club requires both talent and diligence—qualities that, if I’m being honest, are rare in this school.”

“Uh, thanks?”

Vil ignored you, pulling out a script and flipping through it like he was deciding your fate. “If you can’t pass the audition, you can still join as a backstage hand,” he said airily. “We’re short on those too.”

“Wow, what an inspiring pitch,” you muttered, but Vil’s sharp gaze silenced you immediately.

“Read this,” he instructed, handing you the script and gesturing for you to begin.

You hesitated, glancing at the lines. “You’re serious? Right now?”

“Do I look like someone who jokes about art?” Vil asked, raising a perfectly sculpted brow.

Point taken.

Clearing your throat, you started reading, trying to put some effort into it. Vil watched you intently, his expression inscrutable. He occasionally tilted his head, as if mentally dissecting every word you spoke, every movement you made.

When you finished, you looked at him expectantly, waiting for his verdict.

Vil tapped his chin, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not hopeless,” he said finally, in a tone that made it sound like a compliment. “Rough around the edges, yes, but I’ve seen worse.”

“Gee, thanks,” you said dryly.

“Don’t be smug. You’ll need work,” Vil continued, ignoring your tone. “But I suppose you have potential.”

“And if I didn’t?”

Vil gave a delicate shrug, his expression cool. “Then you’d still be useful behind the scenes. But consider this your opportunity to elevate yourself. Being part of my club means striving for excellence—no exceptions.”

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Is this really about me, or are you just desperate for members?”

Vil’s eyes narrowed, but there was a flicker of amusement there. “Desperation has nothing to do with it. I’m simply ensuring that my club remains unparalleled. If you happen to benefit from my guidance, so be it.”

“Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse? I'll think about it.”

Vil’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles. “Smart choice. Now, don’t make me regret it.”

With that, he turned on his heel, leaving you standing there wondering what exactly you’d just signed up for—and if Vil’s idea of “elevating yourself” involved a complete personality overhaul.

Science Club

You barely had time to process Vil's dramatic exit when a familiar voice whispered theatrically, “Ah, my muse! Fate conspires to bring us together!”

Before you could react, Rook Hunt appeared—swooped, really—out of nowhere and expertly whisked you away from the Film Studies Clubroom. It was less like being led and more like being caught mid-flight by an overly enthusiastic bird of prey.

“Rook?!” you yelped as he practically danced you down the hallway. “What is happening?”

“Mon ami,” he declared, his eyes glittering with fervor, “you must see the science club! A world of wonder awaits you!”

“Wait—science?” you echoed, incredulous. “You’re in the science club?”

“Ah, oui! Science is but another stage upon which the beauty of nature and humanity performs its eternal dance! The experiments! The cultivation of life! The creation of culinary masterpieces! All expressions of art, no?”

You weren’t sure if he was describing scientific principles or poetry, but before you could argue, Rook had dragged you into the science clubroom.

The room was a chaotic mix of activities. One corner housed a vibrant garden under grow lights, another had chemistry equipment bubbling away ominously, and a third corner smelled suspiciously like freshly baked bread. Trey Clover stood near a counter, pulling cookies out of an oven as if this were the most normal thing to happen in a science lab.

“Ah, there you are,” Trey greeted, smiling warmly. “Rook said he’d bring someone by. I’m guessing you’re deciding on a club?”

You glanced between Rook, who was already gesturing dramatically at a rack of test tubes, and Trey, who held up a tray of cookies like a peace offering. “I… guess I am?”

“Bien sûr!” Rook exclaimed, sweeping an arm toward the greenery in the corner. “Behold! We grow life itself here! Tomatoes, basil, flowers—anything your heart desires!”

Trey added, “We also bake and cook as part of our activities. It’s a great way to learn about chemistry and make something useful at the same time.”

“And explosions!” Rook chimed in enthusiastically. “Occasionally, there are explosions.”

Trey shot him a look. “Not… intentionally.”

Rook turned back to you, his expression radiant. “Think of the possibilities, mon ami! With science, you can cultivate beauty, create masterpieces, and perhaps even unlock secrets of the universe! And, of course, I am here to guide you—to nurture the artistic soul that dwells within!”

“Also,” Trey added, far more pragmatically, “we’re not picky about what activities you want to try. It’s a flexible club, so you could do a little bit of everything.”

You considered this as Trey handed you a cookie. It was warm and delicious, which admittedly swayed your opinion a little.

“Hmm,” you said thoughtfully, “so I could garden, bake, and blow things up all in one club?”

“Exactly!” Trey said with a smile.

Rook leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. “And think, mon cher—if you hone your talents here, you could support Vil in creating the cinematic beauty he so envisions! Science and art, united in harmony!”

You blinked. “Wait, are you trying to recruit me for this club and help Vil at the same time?”

Rook grinned. “Nature does not limit itself to one purpose, mon ami, and neither do I.”

Trey sighed but didn’t deny it.

“Well, this is definitely… something,” you said, nibbling on the cookie. “I’ll think about it.”

“Ah, a maybe!” Rook clasped his hands together like you’d just promised him your soul. “A victory in itself!”

Before you could say anything else, Rook twirled you toward the door, clearly ready to drag you to your next destination—or possibly just keep talking about “the poetry of chlorophyll” until you gave in.

Pop Music Club

Just as you were beginning to suspect Rook was about to wax poetic about “the lyrical mysteries of yeast fermentation,” a sudden voice interrupted.

“Oh-ho, what’s this?”

Before you could even react, Lilia Vanrouge materialized out of thin air, practically glowing with chaotic energy. “Ah, my dear friend! You’re far too bright a star to waste away on science experiments! Come with me—pop stardom awaits!”

You blinked. “Wait, what?”

And just like that, you were swept up in Lilia’s whirlwind. He dragged you down the hallway with a skip in his step and a mischievous laugh, leaving Rook and Trey in his dust.

“Lilia, I can walk, you know!” you said, stumbling to keep up.

“But where’s the drama in that?” Lilia replied, cackling as he pushed open the doors to the Pop Music Clubroom.

Inside, the room was a cacophony of sound and color. Disco lights spun, a half-finished banner reading ‘Next Big Thing!’ hung lopsidedly on the wall, and Kalim was gleefully banging away on a drum like it owed him money. Cater sat cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through his phone and periodically snapping selfies with sparkly filters.

“Oh, hey!” Kalim greeted you, waving so enthusiastically he almost hit himself with the drum stick. “You’re here to join us, right? This club is the best! We have music, dancing, and it’s all just super fun!”

Cater glanced up from his phone, his grin wide and just a little too calculated. “You’d fit right in! Think of all the magicam-worthy moments we could create together. Plus, the followers you’d get? Off the charts.”

“Followers?” you echoed, glancing at Lilia.

“Ah, but of course!” Lilia said, flinging his arms wide as if presenting you to an adoring crowd. “The Pop Music Club isn’t just about music—it’s about presence! Charisma! The ability to captivate a room with a single note or a dazzling smile!”

“It’s also about having a good time!” Kalim added, spinning in a circle for no reason other than sheer joy.

Cater nodded, holding up his phone. “And don’t forget—every moment is a potential viral video. You, me, Lilia, and Kalim as the dream team? We’d own the algorithm.”

You hesitated. “Uh, I don’t even play an instrument.”

“Neither does he!” Lilia said brightly, pointing at some unfortunate bystander.

“Hey!” he protested. “I play the Kalimba!” He promptly tried to play a note, missed the rhythm entirely, and Lilia laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.

“See?” Lilia said, unfazed. “Talent is optional here. All we need is your spirit!”

Cater stood, brushing imaginary dust off his pants. “We also dabble in choreography, so if you’ve got two left feet, don’t worry—we’ll teach you how to make them look intentional.”

“Come on, join us!” Kalim said, grabbing your hands and bouncing up and down like an overexcited puppy. “We could totally use your energy!”

“What energy?” you asked, deadpan. “I’ve been dragged between clubs all day—I barely have any left.”

“Exactly!” Lilia said with a wink. “We’ll channel what’s left into a glorious crescendo of pop music excellence!”

You weren’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or just surrender entirely to the chaos. Lilia’s grin was practically infectious, Kalim’s enthusiasm radiated like the sun, and Cater was already adjusting the angle of his phone to catch you in the best light.

“Well,” you muttered, “at least it sounds… lively.”

“Lively is an understatement,” Cater said, snapping a selfie with you and Lilia in the background. “Hashtag PopStarsInTheMaking! You’re gonna love it here.”

“Let me guess,” you said dryly. “You’re already planning to upload that, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Cater said with a wink.

Lilia clapped his hands, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “So, what do you say? Ready to unleash your inner star?”

“I… will think about it,” you replied, edging toward the door.

“Think fast!” Kalim called after you. “The bass is calling your name!”

You bolted before anyone could shove an instrument into your hands.

Equestrian Club

As you hurried down the hallway, still reeling from the pop music chaos you'd just escaped, you nearly collided with a flash of red.

"Ah, there you are!"

You blinked up at none other than Riddle Rosehearts, who looked as though he'd been scouring the entire school for you. His eyes narrowed, and his voice carried a tone of stern authority mixed with subtle relief.

"I've been looking for you," Riddle said, crossing his arms. "Ace and Deuce mentioned that you’re considering which club to join. As housewarden, it’s my responsibility to ensure you make a proper choice."

You blinked, still processing. "Oh, uh… thanks?"

"Enough dilly-dallying," Riddle said briskly, taking your wrist with surprising firmness. "You're coming with me to the Equestrian Club."

"Wait, what—"

Before you could finish, Riddle had already begun marching you toward the stables. You were half-dragged, half-guided, catching snippets of his lecture along the way about the merits of horseback riding, discipline, and poise.

When you arrived, the warm scent of hay filled the air, and the sound of soft nickering greeted you. The stables were pristine, the horses sleek and well-groomed. Standing nearby were Silver and Sebek, both tending to the horses.

"Riddle, you found them" Silver greeted you with his usual calm demeanor. He gave you a faint smile as he gently brushed a dappled gray mare. "Perfect timing—we were just about to go for a ride."

Sebek, on the other hand, straightened like a soldier at attention, his voice booming. "THEY WILL JOIN US, OF COURSE! IT IS ONLY FITTING FOR AN INDIVIDUAL OF WORTH TO EMBRACE SUCH A NOBLE ART!"

"Sebek, indoor voice," Riddle said sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I AM OUTDOORS!" Sebek retorted, though he did lower his volume slightly.

You glanced nervously at the horses. "Uh, I don’t know if I’m… horse material."

"Nonsense," Riddle said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Riding teaches discipline, focus, and responsibility. It’s the perfect club for fostering growth—and for avoiding unnecessary distractions like some less dignified clubs."

"Pop Music Club?" you guessed.

Riddle sniffed, his expression sour. "Among others."

Silver walked over, still holding the brush, and gave you a reassuring nod. "Don’t worry. The horses are gentle, and we can teach you everything. It’s a peaceful activity once you get used to it."

"Peaceful!" Sebek exclaimed, throwing his arms wide. "It is a pursuit befitting the greatest warriors! EVEN LORD MALLEUS—"

"Sebek," Riddle interrupted, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Focus on the matter at hand."

"Apologies!" Sebek barked, saluting.

Riddle turned back to you, his expression softening just a fraction. "The Equestrian Club isn’t just about riding horses. It’s about elegance, partnership, and understanding. You could benefit greatly from it."

"And the horses are great listeners," Silver added.

"Unlike some humans," Sebek muttered under his breath.

You bit back a laugh as Riddle gave Sebek another glare.

"What do you say?" Riddle asked, stepping aside to let you see one of the horses—a chestnut with a kind, inquisitive gaze. "This is Vorpal. Perhaps a ride would convince you?"

The horse whinnied softly, and for a moment, you considered it. There was something appealing about the tranquility of the stables, the camaraderie of the club members, and the undeniable charm of working with such majestic creatures.

But then you remembered the drum chaos, the science experiments, and Vil’s dramatic vetting process.

"Let me, uh… think about it?" you said, taking a step back.

Riddle sighed, though he looked more exasperated than disappointed. "Very well. But don’t wait too long—indecision is unbecoming."

"Yeah," you mumbled. "Got it."

As you made your escape, you could hear Sebek booming, "RIDING A HORSE WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!"

You weren’t sure about that, but you were certain that escaping club recruitment was starting to feel like an Olympic sport.

Magift Club

As you staggered away from the stables, thoroughly frazzled by Sebek’s enthusiastic yelling and Riddle’s intense lecture on discipline, you barely had time to catch your breath before—

“Yo, gotcha!”

A pair of hands grabbed your shoulders from behind, and you let out a very undignified yelp. You turned to find Ruggie grinning up at you like a mischievous hyena that had just found its next meal.

“Ruggie! What—?”

“No time for questions, boss,” he said, practically dragging you down the path. “Leona’s orders. He told me to bring ya to the Magift Club.”

“The Magift Club?” you repeated, already sensing disaster.

Ruggie nodded, smirking. “Yup. Let’s go, let’s go!”

“But—wait—I don’t even have magic!” you protested as he hauled you toward the field.

“Details, details,” Ruggie waved off, his grip on your arm firm.

Soon enough, you were dumped unceremoniously on the sidelines of the Magift field. Leona was lounging on the grass under the shade of a tree, looking entirely too comfortable for someone allegedly trying to recruit you. Epel was nearby, aggressively practicing his throws while muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “I’ll show ‘em.”

Leona cracked one eye open lazily as Ruggie dropped you off. “’Bout time,” he drawled.

“Leona,” you said flatly, “why would you want me in the Magift Club? I don't even have magic.”

He yawned, looking entirely unbothered. “Yeah, I know that. You’re still better than the other herbivores running around. You can be the manager.”

“Manager?”

“Yup,” Ruggie chimed in, plopping down next to Leona. “You’d handle all the boring stuff—paperwork, schedules, snacks, makin’ sure Epel doesn’t throw a fit when he gets tackled.”

“I don’t throw fits!” Epel yelled, narrowly missing a hoop with his throw.

Leona smirked. “Sure you don’t.”

You crossed your arms, unconvinced. “Why me, though? You’re telling me I’m the best candidate for this?”

Leona sat up slightly, his sharp eyes locking on yours. “I’m sayin’ you’re the least annoying option. I don’t need some herbivore manager who’s gonna cry every time I take a nap instead of practicing. You’re not useless, so quit whining.”

Ruggie leaned in conspiratorially. “Basically, you’re the only one Leona doesn’t feel like chasing off the field after two days.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like a ringing endorsement.”

Leona shrugged. “Take it or leave it. Makes no difference to me.”

At that moment, Epel ran up, panting slightly from his practice. “C’mon, you should join us!” he urged. “You don’t need magic to be part of the team. And if you ever wanna learn some tricks, I can teach ya!”

Leona gave him a lazy side-eye. “Don’t scare them off.”

“I’m not scarin’ ‘em! I’m convincin’ ‘em!” Epel shot back, glaring at Leona before turning back to you. “Seriously, we could use someone like you. The club’s fun, I promise!”

Ruggie snickered. “Fun’s a stretch. It’s more like… survival of the fittest with a ball involved.”

“And napping,” Leona added with a smirk.

Epel crossed his arms. “Well, maybe if someone practiced instead of nappin’, we’d win more games!”

Leona waved him off with a scoff.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I don’t know, guys. This sounds like a lot of chaos.”

“Chaos is half the fun,” Ruggie said with a grin. “C’mon, boss, think of all the free food we get during games. And you’d get to boss Leona around as the manager. Ain’t that worth it?”

Leona snorted. “Good luck with that.”

You glanced at the trio—Epel brimming with determination, Ruggie radiating mischief, and Leona looking like he didn’t care but also somehow cared just enough to try. It was… weirdly tempting, in its own way.

“I’ll… think about it,” you said finally.

“Fair enough,” Leona said, already reclining again. “Don’t take too long, though. We’ve got a game next week, and I’m not filling out paperwork.”

Ruggie winked. “Don’t worry, you’ll come around. Everyone does.”

As you left the field, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just been almost recruited into something much more taxing than a simple club.

Mountain Lovers Club

Before you could escape the Magift field and all its potential paperwork, you took a sharp turn—only to smack right into what felt like a wall of polite menace. A soft, knowing chuckle sounded above you.

“Oh dear, do be careful,” came Jade Leech’s unmistakably smooth voice.

You took a step back, already dreading the conversation. “Jade,” you said warily, “what are you doing here?”

His sharp smile grew ever so slightly. “Waiting for you, of course. Word travels fast, and I’ve heard you’re in the market for a club.”

“Oh no,” you muttered. “You’re not here to—”

Before you could finish, he was already guiding you away, his hand light on your arm but unyielding, like a vice hidden under a silk glove.

“Come now,” he said, his tone as polite as ever, “I simply must show you the Mountain Lovers Club.”

“The what now?” you asked, bewildered.

“The Mountain Lovers Club,” he repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“And… who else is in this club?”

“Why, just me.”

You stopped in your tracks. “It’s just you?”

“Yes.” Jade smiled serenely, as if this were not a glaring red flag. “I am the founder, leader, and sole member. But with your arrival, that could very well change.”

You blinked at him, unsure if you’d misheard. “Wait, so you’ve been running a one-person club this whole time?”

“Indeed.” His expression didn’t falter in the slightest. “The Mountain Lovers Club is dedicated to the appreciation of all things mountainous. Hiking through beautiful terrain, foraging for wild plants, observing unique ecosystems, and—on occasion—befriending the local fauna.”

“Befriending?”

“Examining, petting, observing closely…” His eyes gleamed. “Perhaps all three.”

You shook your head, trying to process. “So… why me?”

Jade clasped his hands together, the picture of poised enthusiasm. “You strike me as someone who appreciates unique experiences. The Mountain Lovers Club offers a chance to explore the great outdoors, expand your horizons, and develop a deeper appreciation for nature’s wonders.”

“And by ‘great outdoors,’ you mean mountains?”

“Precisely.”

“And it’s just you?”

“For now,” he said, his tone warm but his gaze uncomfortably intense. “But every great journey begins with a single step. Yours could be joining this club.”

You gave a nervous laugh. “Uh… I don’t think hiking through mountains is really my thing.”

“Ah, but how do you know unless you try?” Jade’s smile widened. “Besides, I’ll be there to guide you every step of the way. No need to worry about getting lost… or encountering anything unexpected.”

The way he said “unexpected” made you want to run for the hills (ironic, given the circumstances).

“Look, I appreciate the offer, but—”

“I insist,” he cut in smoothly, his tone polite but with a note of finality. “At least allow me to show you the club’s activities. Perhaps a short hike this weekend? I’ve already prepared a route.”

You stared at him. “You’ve already…?”

“Of course.” His gaze was calm, calculating. “Preparation is key. I’ve even packed a lunch.”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Jade, I—”

He tilted his head, his smile remaining perfectly composed. “Surely you wouldn’t refuse without at least giving it a chance? I’ve put so much thought into this.”

“Why do I feel like I don’t have a choice?” you muttered.

Jade’s smile was razor-sharp and utterly unrepentant. “Because you don’t.”

You sighed in defeat. “Fine. One hike.”

“Excellent,” he said, his tone soft and victorious. “I’ll see you this Saturday at dawn.”

“Dawn?!”

“Oh yes,” he said, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. “The mountains are at their most beautiful in the early morning light. You’ll love it.”

As he sauntered away, leaving you to process your fate, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just agreed to something far more treacherous than a simple hike.

Gargoyle Research Society

The moment you finally reached Ramshackle Dorm, exhausted from the whirlwind of club-hopping and increasingly bizarre sales pitches, you let out a long sigh of relief. The day had been nothing short of chaotic, and all you wanted was to collapse onto your creaky old bed and forget the words “club activities” ever existed.

But just as your hand touched the doorknob, a familiar voice, deep and regal, called out from the shadows.

“Child of man.”

You jumped slightly, spinning around to see none other than Malleus Draconia emerging from beneath the pale light of the moon, his presence as imposing and enigmatic as always. He stood by one of Ramshackle’s crumbling stone walls, his expression calm but his eyes bright with an unreadable intensity.

“Oh, Malleus,” you said, your voice tinged with weariness but also a touch of warmth. “Didn’t see you there.”

He tilted his head ever so slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. “I was merely admiring the architecture of your dorm. It has a certain… wistful charm.”

You smiled faintly. “I guess that’s one way to put it.”

Then, with the sort of graceful confidence only Malleus could manage, he stepped closer, his presence looming but never threatening. “I have heard,” he began, his tone soft and deliberate, “that you have been seeking a club to join.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard. “How did you—”

“The winds carry whispers,” he said cryptically.

“Right,” you muttered, deciding not to question it.

Malleus folded his hands neatly in front of him, looking every bit the picture of regal sincerity. “If you have not yet made your decision… I would like to invite you to join my club.”

Your brain, still reeling from Jade’s mountain escapades and Leona’s managerial demands, stalled for a moment. “Your… club?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice brimming with quiet pride. “The Gargoyle Research Society.”

“The… what now?”

“The Gargoyle Research Society,” he repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I am both its founder and sole member.”

Of course, he was.

Malleus seemed oblivious to your stunned silence as he continued, his expression softening into something almost earnest. “The society is dedicated to the appreciation and study of gargoyles. We explore the campus, observing their intricate designs and marveling at their history. There is so much beauty in their silent watch over us.”

You blinked. “So… you just walk around and look at gargoyles?”

“Precisely,” he said, his tone unironically enthusiastic.

“And… that’s it?”

Malleus nodded solemnly. “Indeed. It is a noble pursuit, one that nurtures both the mind and the spirit.”

For a moment, you were at a loss for words. Of all the clubs you’d encountered today, this might just take the crown for most niche.

Malleus, however, seemed utterly earnest. His eyes bore into yours, his expression sincere and unguarded. “I understand if this does not align with your current interests,” he said, his voice softening. “But should you ever feel the call of the gargoyles… know that you are always welcome.”

There was something so genuine in his tone, so quietly hopeful, that you felt a pang of guilt for even thinking about brushing him off. You sighed, offering him a tired but sincere smile. “You know what? I’ll definitely consider it.”

Malleus’s eyes lit up, his calm demeanor giving way to a flicker of pure joy. “Truly?”

“Truly,” you said, nodding.

“Then I shall look forward to the day you join me,” he said, his voice as soft as a promise.

With that, he gave you a small, graceful bow before disappearing back into the night, leaving you to wonder how you’d managed to end the day not only agreeing to a potential club but also feeling oddly flattered by the idea of studying gargoyles.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “What a day…”

Masterlist

Part 2: Choosing a club

a/n: it completely slipped my mind that ortho is in film studies sorry :(

[askyuuandco]

Twisted Wonderland Incorrect Quotes 22

Idia: David.... Idia: What is that? >_> Grim: LET ME GO!!! ;A; Ferryman 1: It's a Dire beast like you asked! This smaller weaker one was easy pickings. :D Idia: Harry I need you to think very clearly. Idia: Was there a taller with it? >n> Ferryman 2: Wellllll yeah....but it was just a female. :D Idia: JUST A FEMALE?!?!? :') -----their alarm system goes off--- Idia: THINK GUYS! THINK! Idia: Waaaay back to abduction one o'f'ing one! Twisted Wonderland Does NOT just have females, they haaave...

Ferrymen: Uhhh...Mothers? Ferrymen:....Oooohhhhh..... Ferrymen: Oh no.... O_O'//// Idia: Yeah ooohhh no. You just stole a dire beast mother's child Boys. Congratulations. >_>

Ferrymen: W-What do we do?! Idia: We pray David & Harry. Ferrymen; P-Pray? But I Thought there was no G- Dire Beast! Y/N: WHERE'S MY BABY!!! D:<

Grim: Y/N!!! :'D

Ferrymen: Oh Dear God In Heaven, Hallowed be thy na- Dire Beast! Y/N: *Grabs one of them by the neck* Ferrymen: AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! \;A;/

--------------------------------------------------------------- Crewel: Wanna try wasabi? <:) Child!Y/N: No. :< Crewel: do you wanna try it? Child! Y/N: No. :< Crewel: okay UvU *goes back to eating his sushi* Child!Y/N: Wa sa bi. :< Crewel: Do you wanna try it? Crewel: *takes a tiny slab of it* Smell it first <X> Child! Y/N: *takes a tiny bit* ..... *taste it* .... Child! Y/N: *heart broken and feels pain* Help. <:'( Crewel: *trying his darndest not to laugh* ------------------------------------------------------------------- Ace: We thought you were dead?! Zombie! Yuu: No I was down here having a nap. >n> Zombie! Yuu: WTF is going on? Deuce: you were very still I pocked y- Zombie! Yuu: I'm a very sound sleepe-

Zombie! Yuu: SORRY- YOU THOUGHT I WAS DEAD?! D:<

Zombie! Yuu: AND INSTEAD OF CALLING FOR HELP OR GETTING AN AMBULANCE YOU GONNA DRESS UP SOMEONE AS AN OVERSIZED VERISON OF ME AND STARTED SINGING F*** SHOW TONES?!?!!? D:< Ace & Deuce: Ummm...The show must go on <:D

Zombie! Yuu: OH THIS IS BULLSH- *about to strangle the both of them* --------------------------------------------------------------- Y/N: And if your gonna call me cute then you better- D:< Any boy of your choice: ;:) Y/N: *flustered* You- Ummmmm *continues to be a flustered mess* Any Boy of your Choice: I'd better what? ;:) *pats your head* Y/N: *a blushing mess and pouting* Stawwppp >////>

------------------------------------------------------------------ Orthro: And now it's time for the moment you've been waiting for!

Orthro: 1 Orthro: 2 Orthro: 3! Orthro: Ready!? MIKU MIKU BEEEEAAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!

Everyone: *gets blinded by a bright light* AAAAHHHHH!!! OAO

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Imagine playing a horror game with the shroud brothers, jumpscare happens, Idia screams and so does Yuu but for a different reason. The reason being Orthro probably blasted a hole in the wall as a result of being jumpscared.

He gotta protect his bro

[theblindfoldedsiren]

☆TWST X ALICE MADNESS RETURNS ART☆

Jello yellow hello

So I didn't want to keep delaying my art and make the days that I originally created them far away so I'm going to post them right

First off is cater I made him yesterday and he is wearing

Alice little rabbit outfit

I didn't add the hat cuz his hair looked really cool and i didn't want to ruin it

Caters has to be my favorite so far

Next is trey

Made his right after riddle

His outfit is the alice little's mad hatter inspired outfit

Honestly his was pretty hard to draw

Mostly the mechanical parts and his gloves

And I didn't do the background cuz i was really lazy and didn't really like treys drawing very much

And finally idia and ortho

I made the a day later after trey

Idia is wear alice Littles steam punk outfit and ortho is wearing her dollhouse outfit

I did this because ya know idia like building things so steam punk and ortho is kinda basically a doll that talks and has emotions

I also enjoy doing this one mostly because idia's my favorite and ortho is an adorable angel that nobody deserves to see or hear

So that it everyone we done yeee

Idk which one iam doing next maybe azul and the twins but i cant keep promises and here's an extra photo of idia and ortho in a different lighting

[eliluvsu]

Eli’s introduction !

Welcome to my introduction ! Here you'll

Find out all about me and what I write !

Table of contents !

About me + general info

Fandoms

Dos and donts !

About me + general info

Hi my loves ! My name is Eli and I'll be your writer for today <3

Eli - 18+ - they/them

blk - trey's number one

Fan !

For my own comfort ( and the law ) minors plth don't interact ! ! Of course I can't stop you but please just listen to me and don't interact with any of my stuff.

Fandoms !

I write for twisted wonderland mostly , but I do write genshin impact occasionally ! Only sometimes , but mostly twisted wonderland because it is my special interest as of right now .

I will update if I ever get into more fandoms I wish to write for.

Dos and donts

Dos :

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Who I'll write for: idia shroud , malleus Draconia , Leona kingscholar , Trey clover , cater diamond , Lilia vanrouge , vil schoenheit , Rook hunt | Diluc , kaeya , Albedo , sucrose , jean , Lisa , eula , Amber , Mona , rosaria , Beidou , Ganyu , Ningguang , Hu tao , keqing , shenhe , Xiao , Yanfei , Yun Jin , Zhongli , Arataki itto , Ayaka kamisato , Ayato kamisato , gorou , Kujou Sara , Ei , Yae Miko , Kaedehara Kazuha , Kujou Sara , sangonomiya Kokomi , Thoma , and Yoimiya

I'll write literally almost any kink to be honest , except for a few which I'll list down below ! Feel free to make your request as long as detailed as possible !

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Don'ts:

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Characters I won't write for:

Ace trappola , deuce spade , epel felminer , jack howl , sebek zigvolt , Ruggie bucchi , Azul Ashengrotto , jade leech , Floyd leech , Kalim al-aslim , jamil viper , orthro shroud , silver | Noelle , Bennett , fischl , Barbara , razor , klee , Diona , qiqi , sayu , Xinyan , xingqiu , Chongyun , and Xianling

Kinks / things I won't write:

Any nasty stuff , non-con/dub-con , incest , age difference ( I won't do any minor characters / minor readers , that's just gross )

This will be updated if I find anything else I won't write

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I don't only write smut ! I can write angst and fluff too

Requesting fluff of ANY characters I listed is okay !

Characters like klee , qiqi , Diona , and sayu will all stay completely platonic/family like.

I hope you found interest in this !

I look forward to writing soon !

[veevz-drawz]

A very stupid theory on what metal Orthro Shroud is made of.

Hi, I have too much time on my hands. There’s also spoilers too?

Okay, so in the last rhythmic in the “Dance and Wishes” Event, we see Orthro flying into space to deliver the stars.

(Figure 1: Orthro Shroud flying in space, along with my very depressing rhythmic score)

So I was wondering: “Oh, how can Orthro get to space? The thermosphere is incredibly hot.”

So that’s what I’m going to try to figure out today!

And yes, I’m aware magic exists- but I’m going to be looking at this through a scientific lense.

First off, the hottest “air layer (I forgot the term)” is the thermosphere, which is 4,500 degrees Fahrenheit. That means Ortho’s body has to have a melting point that is higher than that.

Someone from a discord server ( @razzle-dazzle-dandy ) suggested titanium, aluminum, and silica.

I’ll be focusing on titanium and aluminum.

So when you make alloys, there is a chance that the melting point of the alloy increases; but when looking it up, there doesn’t seem to be an exact melting point for titanium aluminum???

Theoretically, if the melting point increase when both metals are mixed, they’ll have a melting point of 4,255 degrees Fahrenheit- close to 4,500, but not enough.

There is an alloy called titanium aluminum vanadium, but it has a melting point in the 1,600’s- which is far from 4,500 degrees.

So I did ye old google search and found tungsten, which has a melting point of 6,129 degrees Farenheit- way above the required number, which is PERFECT.

Cool, so now we have a metal that can withstand the heat of the thermosphere by a landslide. Now we have to worry about mass...

I’m gonna assume that Orthro was built using the lightest (and most durable) metal possible.

So let’s see if tungsten can hold up.

First of all, I need to calculate how much metal was probably used when orthro was built. I’m also going to be assuming that he’s just a shell.

Orthro is 4’10, and by American standards, he should weigh about 91 to 118 lbs., with an average of approx. 104 lbs- which is what I’m going to be using.

Well, the metal bits are just the shell, and guess what can be used as a parallel to a shell? S K I N

With a quick google search, the skin makes up about 16% of a person’s total body weight, but that’s just his body though, not his head.

The total surface area the head encompasses is about 2%, so with my probably fucked up math- I’m going to take 2% off of 16%, which... Is basically the same number (15.68%)...

I got many answers wrong while doing my chem assignments because i overrounded- so 15.68% it is.

So with that, I’ll take 15.68% of 104 lbs. (his approx. weight) and got 16.31 lbs.

I... Highly doubt that since the total weight of skin is like 20 lbs. for an adult... but let’s roll with it...

So that means his shell would be 16.31 lbs. which isn’t bad.

You know, now that I think about it, I don’t think I needed to do that calculation... Oh well...

So is this the end? Is Ortho’s body made of tungsten? Maybe not.

I was talking to my dad about my theory, and he suggested tungsten carbide, which is apparently tougher than tungsten (it’s also used to pierce through tanks)

Tungsten carbide has a melting point of 5,198 degrees Fahrenheit, which is above 4,500, but lower than tungsten’s mp- that’s fine.

So which one is better?

With just melting point in mind, it would be tungsten, because it has a mp that is higher than tungsten carbide.

Maybe i’ll do a part two discussing other aspects of the metal, or maybe also searching for other alternatives. Another idea would be trying to find what Orthro’s skin is made of... So yeah, maybe I’ll do that.

Hi, I made an edit- so apparently tungsten is highly toxic... Which would mean he would have to be made out of a safer material.... hhhhh part 2 it is: A Corrected Version of my Previous Theory of What Metal Ortho Shroud is made of Because the Metal I Concluded is Toxic :)