#rollo: who are you

[egophiliac]

(looks at upcoming card releases)

I'm in danger :)

[crystallizsch]

idia’s simultaneous call-out and self-reflection while also still being directed at rollo hits really hard man 😭

like he's not just talking to rollo, he is also acknowledging his own feelings especially with the whole book 6 debacle

[takatul]

Twisted Wonderland self-aware!Yuu except they’re empathic.

When I say self-aware!Yuu I don’t mean a scenario where Yuu transmigrated into Twisted Wonderland with memories intact.

When I say self-aware!Yuu I mean someone who knows themselves better than anyone else.

They know they have flaws. They know that, sometimes, their flaws will get in the way. Whether it’s shutting down emotionally, not being able to express themselves properly, or something to do with a physical ability. Their flaws will always follow them around. Even in Twisted Wonderland.

And yet, self-aware!Yuu is still kind. Still loving all of their strengths and flaws.

Ace needing a place to stay after Riddle off’d-his-head? “Yes, of course you can sleepover.”

Deuce breaking down after letting his delinquent side out? “No, you’re not a bad guy— you just protected me and Grim from those bullies!”

Riddle having a crisis after his overblot? “I don’t accept your apology. Not yet at least. But I can understand why acted this way… you’re allowed to feel angry about your past. You didn’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

No matter how wrong the opponent is, self-aware!Yuu always empathizes with them in the end.

Maybe one day, someone confronts them about it. I can see Leona or Azul or Rollo and maybe Jamil. They’re people who have experienced and or seen how terrible people can be.

“Why are you so nice all the time? You’re too thought. Too kind. Good people like you always end up last.”

Perhaps self-aware!Yuu will look at them with a stoic face. Perhaps a shocked expression, accompanied by a frantic gasp. Perhaps even small laugh at their question. And just as the confronting student was about to retort again, self-aware!Yuu will smile.

“Well, I’m not a good person. I just do what I think is right.”

Self-aware!Yuu will sit down, watching activities unfold around them— heart still bursting full of kindness. They’ll pat the empty space beside them. An invitation, but it’s up to the student to take the initiative.

“It’s everyone’s first time living after all. May as well make it kind.”

Soon enough, if the student plucks their courage, they’ll sit and slowly learn how to become self-aware too.

banner credit: @bunnysrph

[merakiui]

magical girl au, but it’s something similar to soul eater wherein you wield [insert twst character here] as your weapon…… thoughts of magical girl wielding floyb,,,, or even rollo as their weapon……… orz orz

[rakiah]

Friend's sending me photos from the Dokomi and I feel BLESSED INDIRECTLY AAAA (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

✨ Pretty Rollo Insta ✨

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Malleus, Ace, YOU REALIZE YOU HAVE 30 MINUTES, RIGHT? YES, YOU HAVE 30 MINUTES!📢

[twisted-up-in-wonderland]

Okay… I could understand the staff getting cards before them. And I get that, since Rollo and Fellow/Gidel have events, they are featured more than the other school.

But I’m still mad that EVENT CHARACTERS are getting cards before reoccurring RSA characters get cards.

And since these characters aren’t going to NRC, or at least they shouldn’t be if twst wasn’t bending over backwards to get these characters there, there is nothing stopping the twst devs from making cards for characters outside of NRC.

In other words…

Where are my cards for Neige and, absolutely more importantly,

Che’nya?!

[r-aindr0p]

To think I’m going to have to wait one year until I seize this guy by his uniform bell the second his banner is here…

Same song I took the lyrics from for a previous post. "Belle" from the french musical version of Notre dame de Paris

[shimmerstar]

Idia when he steps out of his room on episode 7 part 3:

[strawberrygummiess]

the nutcracker.

chpt. 1 | chapter two: the battle | chpt. 3 the nutcracker x gn!reader rollo flamme x gn!reader (one-sided) 2k words cross-posted on ao3 "Mice scattered the floor, squeaking and chittering. Your breath caught in your throat; the urge to scream battled with your fight or flight. They were everywhere; you could barely see the wood underneath the mass of rodents. And Grim, who usually slept in a ball by your feet, was nowhere to be found."

You tried your best to keep pests out of the dorm.

Combined with the age and the neglect, the dorm was in extreme disrepair when you moved in. After a scare from a roach in your kitchen and a mouse in your bedroom, you had to take matters into your own hands. Your first month in Twisted Wonderland was spent trying to keep the inside in and the outside out; sealing all the holes and gaps you found around the dorm and spent countless hours scrubbing all the grime away. (Of course, Ace and Deuce were quick to tell you that they could’ve done a month’s worth of work with a wave of their wand had you asked. From then on, you used them as your personal housecleaners.)

Despite all the renovations to your dorm since then, you had the occasional pest sneak into your house. But usually, it was just one unsightly bug or a mouse that Grim had brought in as a “gift”.

But this? This was an infestation that seemingly spawned overnight.

Mice scattered the floor, squeaking and chittering. Your breath caught in your throat; the urge to scream battled with your fight or flight. They were everywhere; you could barely see the wood underneath the mass of rodents. And Grim, who usually slept in a ball by your feet, was nowhere to be found.

“The Nutcracker! Where did you hide him? Show us where he is!” You hear a high-pitched chat fill the room. You glanced around, looking for the source of the chants. But soon, you realize the chants were coming from the mice. You had figured Grim was a unique cat; none of the other animals you encountered in Twisted Wonderland could talk. And yet, here you were, flanked by an army of talking mice. You take your attention away from the mice and look to the fireplace, realizing that the Nutcracker is missing from its spot on your mantle.

You finally yelp in surprise when the mice begin crawling on your bed. You scramble to move away, pushing your body as far up the bed as possible. They wore miniature suits of armor, advancing toward you with tiny rapiers. They repeated their chant, louder and clearer now that they were closer to you.

“Stay back!” You pulled your legs up to your chest, grabbing your pillow and outstretching it as a makeshift weapon. “I don’t know where it is! Get out!”

A loud CRACK, like glass breaking, makes the mice stop. Your mirror is broken, cracks spreading from the corners of the glass and framing a center circle. And peeking from your broken mirror is the largest rat you’ve ever seen.

It begins crawling out from your mirror headfirst, slowly lowering itself to the floor. The mice seem to clear the way it stands at full attention. It looks almost humanoid, with silver hair, styled and cut neatly, and piercing gray eyes (ones you’ve definitely seen before). If not for the white fur covering its body and face, you would’ve thought he was a normal beastman.

It, or he, since he looked more human than animal, was wearing an ornate black robe that kissed the floor. Underneath was an expertly tailored and fitted military uniform, a deep plum matching his robe. He gripped a silver scepter in his hand, topped with a red ruby. On his ring finger, was an ornate ring with the same oversized red ruby. On top of his head sat an elegant silver crown that hid his ears.

He seemed unbothered by your presence, looking around the room stoically, before suddenly swinging the scepter towards you, still avoiding your face.

“You, human: where is that pesky Nutcracker?”

You don’t answer right away, flustered and overwhelmed by the night. The longer you take to answer the more the man sneers.

“Maybe I was not clear,” with a snap of his fingers, the mice begin to move again, jumping on your bed towards you. You scream in fright, trying to make yourself as small as possible on the bed. You notice in horror that a few mice grow life-sized, standing by the bedroom door and at the side of the Rat King. “You will tell me where the Nutcracker is, lest you join my collection of minions.”

He approaches you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. He tilts your head in several directions, observing you like a doll. His frown quickly morphs into a smirk, and an uneasy feeling fills your body as he begins to eye you less as an obstacle and more like a prize.

“I ensure you complete safety in my kingdom,” his grip on your chin tightens, and you wince in pain. “As long as you tell me where the Nutcracker is,”

You struggle in his hold, avoiding his harsh gaze by looking around the room. “I don’t know where he is,” you gasp pathetically. “He was on the mantle when I went to sleep, I don’t know where he went,”

The Rat King narrows his eyes, smirk growing more strained. His nails dig into your chin, breaking the skin, waiting for you to remedy your answer. The mice on your bed crawl over your covered legs, chittering and crying “Answer him, answer us!”

Your door swings open with a BANG, flinging the guards on the ground. The Nutcracker, your Nutcracker, enters the room, also life-sized, holding his sword in one hand. The other is hanging uselessly to his side, limp and flimsy. The Rat King turns his attention away from you, allowing you to scramble out of his grip and off the bed.

The Nutcracker extends his sword toward the Rat King, eyes focused and determined. With a wave of his hand, the Rat King orders his army of mice to attack the Nutcracker, standing behind his guards. Despite his broken arm, the Nutcrack fights valiantly, overpowering the guards easily. The smaller mice swarm his feet, pushing and pulling his body like waves.

As the Nutcracker fights the mice, you crawl on the floor, struggling to escape the room. You pass by your slippers, (a gift from Grim that you never used due to their ridiculously large size- but it’s the thought that counts) and grab one of the shoes, continuing your army crawl to the doorway. Blood drips on the floor, drops staining your pajamas as you crawl over the puddles. You attempt to escape the room unnoticed, but as soon as you crawl to the doorway, you’re scooped up by a guard mouse by one arm, feet dangling above the ground. You quickly hide the slipper behind your back and stop struggling, hoping to lull the guard into false security.

The Nutcracker has overpowered many of the mice, despite his injury. The smaller mice have mostly retreated, finding solace behind their king. The royal guards had been defeated, holding their wounded limbs tightly as they squeaked in pain. The Rat King was unsympathetic to his wounded army, fishing a handkerchief; violet with embroidered yellow stars, from his pocket and holding it to his nose. He scowls from behind the fabric, disgusted, as he raises his scepter towards the Nutcracker.

“You, Nutcracker, are the last obstacle standing between a pure kingdom, and debauchery,” he says, his scepter glowing red. The magic looks different from the usual spells you’ve seen in Twisted Wonderland; runes decorate the floor where he stands, and fiery flowers blossom beneath his feet.

 The Nutcracker says nothing, grip tightening on his sword as he braces for the magic attack. Whatever the Rat King is planning will kill him, and possibly you as well. Without thinking you launch the oversized slipper at the Rat King.

It doesn’t hurt him, but it stuns him long enough for the Nutcracker to charge first, dislodging the scepter and prematurely ending the spell. The Nutcracker swings his blade, slicing through the King’s clothes. The guard quickly drops you, rushing to aid his king while the sea of mice moves to protect him, carrying him to the mirror.

The King clutches his chest, scrambling up the mantle. The mice swarm over his scepter, preventing the Nutcracker from grabbing it and pushing it up the mantle, through the mirror. “This is not over, Nutcracker!” the King cries, before disappearing through the mirror after it. The mice follow him, squealing and chittering until the last one scurries out of the room.

For a while, you sit in stunned silence at all you’ve seen. Your time in Twisted Wonderland has exposed you to strange scenarios, yet nothing could compare to the absurd battle you’ve witnessed. You go to pinch your arm, thinking it was a dream, but you’re rudely reminded that you are awake when blood drips from your chin again.

“Are you all right?”

The Nutcracker speaks for the first time, the booming thuds of his wooden feet echoing in the room. You stand up, but even at full height, he towers above you. He looks exactly like the Nutcracker Crowley gifted you, the same uniform, hair, and familiar face. The only difference is his broken arm, weakly hanging from the elbow joint.

“I’m okay… it’s just a scratch. What about your arm?” You tentatively grasp his forearm, examining the elbow joint closely. It was knocked out of place but could be popped back in with a strong push. “…I don’t remember receiving a broken gift,”

“Your cat broke me, he knocked me off the mantle in the middle of the night and brought me to the kitchen to hide me, but they captured him before he could go back to sleep,”

You gasp in shock and let go of his arm. “They took Grim!? When?” you ask him a million questions a minute. The Nutcracker opens his mouth to answer, but you interrupt him.

“Where did they take him? What do they want with him? What do they want with you? What’s happening? Who are you?” They all tumble out of your mouth rapidly, giving him no opportunity to answer anything before the next question pops out of you. He grabs your hands, engulfing them in just one of his wooden ones before you can say anything else.

“I will help you find him- but we cannot free him ourselves. We must journey to the Land of the Sweets and find the Sugar Plum Fairy; they can help free Grim and defeat the Rat King.”  The Nutcracker explains. “To get there, we must travel through the looking glass,”

You resist the urge to pinch your arm. Again.

“So…” you start tentatively. “We have to find a fairy. Where are they?”

The Nutcracker chuckles, slightly flustered. “I’m not sure. They’re said to travel the lands. But they've been hiding ever since the Rat King took over the Land of Sweets. Sugar Plum is the last person who can overpower him, and he’s stopping at nothing to find them,”

“And you,” you say, grabbing his arm again. “…Why does he want you dead?”

The Nutcracker doesn’t respond, watching you fiddle with his arm until you finally click the joint back into place. He moves it successfully and nods at you.

“We should leave now to find the Sugar Plum Fairy. Your cat needs you,”

Ignoring your question, he stands by the mantle, gesturing for you to follow him. Against your better judgment, you do.

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Oh, baby, wait until I tell you about the overblots. Had to face six (awaiting the seventh) of them, the last one endangered the whole ass world and made me basically go through 12 floors of blot phantom hell. Also, ghosts can use magic and they love throwing it at whoever they see first. Also, if I got a thaumark for every time a teacher had me go in an abandoned mine where I faced a blot phantom, I'd have two thaumarks, which isn't much but it's weird that it happened twice. My cat also almost burned everything down a few times.

[phantom-alpha]

this was for school, but since i had never used the program i drew this in until i drew it, i pretty much spent the entire time trying to figure out what i was doing

well, if nothing else, at least i got to draw fellow my beloved

[yuri-is-online]

Just realized that Rollo is in fact rated higher on that husbando tierlist than Malleus ADSJKFLFERTY

[merakiui]

get ready mera tomorrow is the day you will expect me camping in ur inboxes bcs the horny demons WILL have me by the neck

being made into a marionette/puppet/doll by the fellow guy and having all emotion draining in poor reader’s eyes!! they’ll be so pretty!! the “princess of the circus” !! an eye candy for the audience (and the boys especially) and at the end of the show, you will be giving them “special services” fellow being paid to have you give all the boys head!! heck have your holes stuffed to the brim by ALL of them at once!! and maybe behind the scenes, fellow will have a taste himself 🤭

HAVE A GREAT DAY MERA AAAA WILL COME BACK TO SCREAM SOME MORE!! 😫🫶🏻💕💕❤️❤️❤️

HI HI, LOVELY ANON!!!! 💖💖 omg,,, your thoughts are so good. I am ready for you to camp in my inbox. I will set up the tent for you and include many luxuries so the camping experience will be enjoyable!!!!

But omg the thought of being turned into a mindless sex doll for the boys and you can't complain or fight back. You're so pliable and obedient; it's in your nature to serve them and be fucked by them. <3 since Playful Land is a place in which you can indulge in fun day after day, why would any of the guys ever want to leave? Some of them (Trey, Leona, Cater, Jack, etc) are hesitant. Of course they want to use you, fuck you, kiss you, stuff you full, and do so many things they may not be able to do at school, but part of them knows this isn't the real you and you're just being controlled by Fellow. But time passes in Playful Land and eventually, whether they wanted to resist or not, they'll fall into Fellow's palm and indulge in you and your body. :) it's only a matter of time before the obsession wins out over restraint.

I think Fellow likely fucks you way before the rest get their chances. >:D he wants to have his fun first. Omg just imagine how many possibilities that opens up for Leona and Fellow rivalry. Two beastmen, one of them a sly fox and the other a protective lion, and they both want you. 😵‍💫 Leona respects you, of course, but he has to stake his claim to ensure that Fellow guy won't take what rightfully belongs to the king. >:(

[mochinomnoms]

I totally agree with calling jade babygirl <3 Floyd and Azul also get the babygirl title

I also call rook my favorite little freak

THEY ARE!!!!! BABY GIRLS FO SUREEE

I think we should start calling all the boys who make no sense to be calling baby girls baby girls

Leona? Babygirl. Jack? Babygirl. Idia? pathetic but still. Malleus????? ULTIMATE BABYGIRL HES SO BABYGIRL ITS NOT FUNNY

Rook's on thin fucking ice istg fucking freak of nature he is i want to both strangle and fuck him

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Screenshot is from these translations.

Malleus, step up.

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Literally step up, Malleus. This is embarrassing. How is Rollo of all people the first one to offer beating everyone’s ass at NRC? He even offered to be that one friend who’s like a therapist who listens to your every word.

I mean if Rollo is treating me this way-