#this shit's mad whimsical

[lichen-soup-scribe]

given i had a fever and was often shaking uncontrollably the entire time, I think I did a really good job on this plant pot...

it has a built-in drip catcher, complete with an aquatic snail and a little frog to enjoy the run-off :)

[snakesnifter]

ive been reading percy jackson lately and normally i really hate like "kids character insanely traumatized by kids character whimsical adventures" but holy shit if anyone deserves to have the most emo piss boy kids character trauma attitude it is percy jackson he lives such a shit life

[bylertruther]

max saying "it's like [vecna] only sees the darkness in us" because vecna brings up their worst moments and thoughts and reduces them to just that without ever giving them a chance to be more, heal, or see otherwise, essentially snuffing out all the light in their lives until they're weak and isolated enough that they have no choice but to succumb to the dark

vs

mike showing will his darkness (expressing his insecurities, worries, and being vulnerable in front of him) and will shining a light on all of the things he loves about him (you're not some random nerd; you're the heart; you're our leader that guides and inspires us), reminding him of the good that he's done (that was you guys that saved me) and the good he can still do (whatever you didn't say, you can say it to her then), essentially dispelling mike's darkness by reminding him of his own light

[deeranddragons]

*tears off anger’s mask Scooby doo style to reveal it was hiding sadness all along*

[vampiretendencies]

throw another stone at a glass house

request/summary; your writing literally gives me life. love it sm <3 would you be able to do something where jj and the reader get into an argument at dinner but they have a rule to never go to sleep mad at each other?

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings; fluff & angst, maybe a bit suggestive

authors note; love loved writing this anon :,) pls continue to send in requests ! gif creds to owner

His cured blood was boiling— searing even.

Eatery being complacent, fairy bulbs roped neatly and whimsically throughout the establishment. Fake plastic plant leaves braided about the paneled open roof. The trimming on the tables simplistic and clothed white, any other vibrancy would clash with the modern elegance that was being established. Clammer from steel trays and the mouthy Kooks that JJ was rubbing elbows with.

His attire is classy to fit his false image— dapper wrinkle-free black button up: buttons done up until the narrowing of his chest, not too revealing, not too Pogue-like. Arms broad and fibrous, giving quite the show whilst they bulged and unbulged with every movement he made. Grey slacks, steamed specifically for this event, an absolute fool as to not recognizing himself cleaned up so pleasantly.

The amount of meals he missed simply for this one meal, to scrimp and scrape pennies together merely to see a joyous picture-perfect smile planted on your face.

And he hadn’t told you he was doing so, but for about around a month now he’s been saying ‘Got a special night for us in the works baby.’

You knew it was tonight and you knew the address.

It wasn’t a familiar one, no, the both of you, Pogues, and not having heard of such a lavish restaurant. Hell, JJ was even awestruck himself when he stepped foot in the door.

But to him it was showing you a glimpse into the future with him. The life he would scavenge to define, to escape the one he’s living in now.

Full Kook.

But, nevertheless a Pogue at heart.

With that being said, he cannot fathom as to why you wouldn’t be here.

As to why you wouldn’t be here basking in the night, with him.

As to what could possibly be any more revelation, right here.

“Sir, are you ready to order yet?”

The same lanky waiter, with a nasal like voice spoke— and the irritation of it made JJ’s skin crawl. His class bow tie, with upheld posture was something JJ cut his eyes at, interrupting his thoughts as he already done prior.

“I told you no the past three times, didn’t I?”

JJ bit back at the man, partially because he’d been to JJ’s table all those times within the span of twenty minutes, not to mention prior to when he’d arrived two hours ago. The waiters mouth turns up in disgust.

“M’waitin’ for my girl, alright?”

He proceeds to add, confirming again to not come back unless he proclaimed he was ready. A kind way of saying ‘fuck off’.

“We cannot continue to keep holding your table this long, there are other people waiting to eat.”

“I’ll call her.”

The waiter clicks his tongue, spinning on his heels to the rest of his section to serve. And JJ presses your contact in his phone, as he did thirty six calls ago— to be exact.

Pitiful, going straight to voice mail, beating organ falling straight to his half-cut boot clad feet.

Pissed, seeing to it that he should be. All this money, all this devotion, only for it to go to waste due to you not being on time?

JJ would give his soul away not feel this.

On the verge of flipping over this table and making a scene just for shits and giggles, or to cope.

The reason you were late was anonymous to him. A slumber took over you, sleeping in later than usual after work, exhausted in that shared apartment. Forgetting to charge your phone, all events that pushed you farther and farther behind. Remnants leaving you pressed to get ready for the event, all whilst having to catch a ride from Kie.

One would probably wonder why JJ simply didn’t wait for you to get ready and just drive you to the surprise himself. He was too adamant, prying on the idea that, even appearance would be a remembrance factor.

Small heels colliding with cement in a clack sound, digits on the iron knob studying the building once more, to assure yourself this location was right.

Pulled straight out of a dream.

And you prodded on the thought of JJ affording this, the effort that went into it. Wondering why he thought he had to spend so much just on you, yet impressed with your boyfriend— if only you knew the sheer devastation upon him.

The red lacey satin of your dress was enough to turn heads and you did just that, strutting whimsically to the front podium to be sat at the table with JJ. Every Kook eye studied you, but you spotted one head of hair in particular. Sat in a dainty wooden chair that caused his back to be turned to you.

Numerous round tables, purely yearning for just that one.

That one with the unearthly being; light locks dancing over his features, and a jawline fierce enough to cut paper.

The one that’s battling with himself as to wether or not to make a big deal out of this, the moment he saw you next.

Little did he know you were feet away, gawking at him and the entirely ethereal gesture he did for you.

Jesus, he looks so fucking hot.

Dapper.

Heat growing on his neck whilst he feels a shadow standing over him, he continues to play with the given metal utensils in front of him.

Perhaps the knife grazing past his fingertips, would pain much less than the ache of disappointment surging in him.

He almost, turns to face the shadow preparing to tell the waiter off. But as his sense receptors fill with that familiar warm vanilla scent ...

He doesn't.

He doesn't because he knows it's you.

And he's gathering himself for the argument that's about to ensue.

Did JJ want to fuss and fight with you?

Absolutely not, he avoids confrontation at any given moment.

However, he is also human and can only take so much.

Your graceful hand stretches over his flexed back, tensing up at a touch that would normally lull him away into no tomorrow. Blue orbs daggering into your figure overtop his eyelashes, clearing his throat at your presence. Your chair scratched along the patterned wooden floor, a notion JJ always does; pulling your chair out.

This time, you do it with no complaints; declaring to avoid the subject at hand. Acknowledging that you were in deep shit with your lover.

That exact lover teaching you so: deny, deny, deny.

And God, that dress is hugging you so tight his hairs stand up on his neck. Alluring and sensual.

If he wasn't so fucking livid, he'd rile himself up enough to temper delicate, mouth-biting, love marks to your neck.

Over

And over

Again.

Until he got his fill.

You're supposed to be mad at her, JJ thought to himself.

"Hi, J!"

His insides rumbled as if he ate sour food.

But, no food would be eaten tonight.

"Hey."

His tone laced with malice and defeat. The worse kind of greeting, not the usual 'baby' or 'pretty girl' attached to it.

Then you knew were in for it.

"Thank you for tonight, s'so pretty baby."

Reading you, he knew you were probably thinking how he managed to get a table here. But something this polite, it was uncalled for to ask such a question.

"Yeah, it was prettier earlier."

He muttered under his breath, with his face contorting into a frown. Across the table yet so far away, the bright light of the eatery highlighting his cheek bones so handsomely. And you longed for him to be, himself.

"What'd you say?"

His words unclear, he was someone that usually has a voice prominent enough to hear from miles away; so it couldn't have been anything loving.

"Nothin'."

Accent think and harsh, eye contact here and there, though it wasn't anything promising.

"Gonna' have to fix your face J, it might ruin the night."

You gasped out a laugh, but to JJ it wasn't fucking funny.

If he wanted to glower, then he'd do so and he meant it.

How dare you joke about something he busted his ass to do, money that could've been enough to pay the apartments rent that month.

He thought you were being ungrateful and that you didn't appreciate him.

First you were behind time, and now you're laughing in his damn face beating around the obvious bush that was weighing him down.

And he can't help himself.

"No ... you ruined the Goddamn night!" He spat, voice broad and demanding, through grit teeth. Knowing that if he spoke any louder the couple would be asked to leave.

He's disgusted with you for being so careless with his feelings.

A night that was supposed to be filled with desperate, needy touches, and bellies full of the finest food; JJ could find it coming to a halt.

You grew ansty in your seat at his remark, lungs missing air and guilt replaced it.

Remorse entering your features.

Falling apart at the cause of his disfunction being you.

"I didn't mean to, JJ."

You reach for his hand across the table, veins apparent and digits long; in effort to console him for your mishap of being extremely late. And he lets you interlock your finger with his upsettingly, though he waited for that same touch all night; unable to deny any touch from you.

To get his point across, he lets go.

"But, you did."

He corrected you with a tilt of his head, replacing your missing fingers with a comb through his hair.

"I-I overslept after work ... and-"

"That's such bullshit. Do you know how many long hours I worked for tonight? Just for you to not be here?"

The palm of his hand slams against the table, drawing the attention of the couple next to the two. You hurriedly shush him, bringing his anger back down to earth.

"M'trying to say sorry JJ."

Both sets of eyes glare at eachother as if in competition, and JJ's stomach whirls.

"I don't want a sorry, I wanted you to be here."

"Well ... well, I'm here now. We can still order, J."

You try again but ultimately fail.

"M'not sitting here with you and pretending like everything's 'dandy', when you fucked everything up."

His words were cold and emotionless. You search for everything to say, but all that JJ said clarified it for you. Your sullen heart thumped, salty tears brimming at corners of your eyes.

Making you feel small.

Fighting to prevent them, so you didn’t fall apart in the middle of this restaurant.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

He wasn’t cruel, not enough away, to leave you here with no way back to the shared home.

No matter how big the fight or the cause of it, it always left JJ wondering if you still besotted him the way he did you.

He wondered why, altogether going with the fact that nothing was ever permanent in his life,

Did you still crave him— on your lips, in your lungs, and beneath your skin?

One way to describe the ride home was— sickeningly tense.

Amid his rage, his hand clutches the wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. Stealing glances at you, hoping you didn’t hate him. Neither of them able to etch a sentence, whilst the radio played and you sat turned with your knees to the door staring out of the window.

Oddly close enough to your position now.

On the edge of your side of the bed. Admiring JJ peel off his pants and unbutton his shirt, leaving them aimlessly on the carpeted floor— stripped down to his only boxers.

You’d thought you wouldn’t get much comfort tonight, being that he avoided even still after arriving home. Mustering a ‘gonna’ pick up the kitchen’, knowing full well it was only to an excuse to not be up under you while you both were overstimulated and on edge. Leaving you to get the bed ready and practice your night time routine. That’s why you are in the pajama attire of JJ’s t-shirt, his musk still attached to it.

His flesh on fire, conscious that you were boring at him.

‘When you fucked everything up,’ stung your chest and tainted your mind.

Reflecting, he’d wished he would’ve cut you some slack.

His baby, that he hoped for on nights when he had no one.

He baby, that he hoped for on every shooting star.

His baby, that he hoped for in a crowd of people.

His baby.

There was this rule book.

This rule book, was true and real, and contained all the expectations you and JJ had for eachother being together. It was for numerous reasons to begin with, but a year passed by and another and they fully became implicated.

The rule book was a thin black note book, adorned with two red pairs of lips. One was yours, and one was JJ’s— having put red lipstick on his puckered lips, afterwards staining your entire face with them.

Painting your face with his desire for you.

And still that notebook remains framed in the living room, just above the TV.

Rule #1: Never go to sleep mad at eachother.

It was in big, chunky black letters— JJ wrote it and with every letter he wrote he meant it more. One would think cheating would be at the top of the list— but that wasn’t a worry.

It wasn’t a concern because if JJ could inject you into his veins he would do just that.

And so would you.

Opening up his heart to you was not a thing he’d ever regret doing.

Letting himself become infatuated with you, and letting you treat him the way he deserved to be.

You’d silently prayed that JJ would enforce the rule tonight, seeing as even though you did fuck up, you had reason to be irate as well.

His feet pad against the khaki carpet to switch off the bedroom lights. Miscellaneous TV show, playing whilst it illuminated his appearance. He made a b-line for his side of the bed, queen size engulfing him. And you did the same, twisting to lie in bed next to him, but not right beside him.

Lying the exact same— backs flat against the black silk sheets, duvet pulled up past either arms. Pairs of eyes darting at the the other. Except JJ’s left arm is behind his head, the muscle fissuring with ease as it grooved forward from the small glance you got. His right arm is the one closest to you, flat in the open space between the two.

He doesn’t know what to do.

He doesn’t know how to lay.

He is so use to having skin on skin contact, but now he’s lying alone and deprived of your touch.

And you would initiate but you quiver at being denied again.

“Y’know you can’t go to sleep yet.”

His raspiness booms and echoes off the walls, causing you to jump in the slightest. Still continuing to look forward at the cinema before him, you bore into him with furrowed eyebrows— head turning on the firm pillow.

“How come?”

His insides fluttered at your melodic and rhythmically put together voice.

He’s still scolding to the touch, but realizing his tad of unreasonableness consumes him. Turning to his side, he faces you, an everlasting lump in his throat.

“Rule number one-“

“Never go to bed mad at eachother.”

You finish his sentence, and his mouth is partially open. Heartbeat becoming deathly, hands clammy at him bringing the rule book up. He remembered.

He remembered it all.

“So can we stop being mad?”

He pleads, voice cracking in the slightest.

Giving himself to you in every way possible.

Vulnerability only amendable when he’s near you.

Enchanted and explicitly, letting you suck his soul in.

And he didn’t care.

“I was never mad at you J, you were mad at me.”

Solely, truthful acknowledging that you couldn’t be viled at him chewing you out at dinner. Feeling like you deserved every bit of it.

“I s-shouldnt have said that, baby m’sorry.”

His lone hand encapsules your shoulder, the pet name leaving his mouth smoothly, a part of his everyday vocabulary. You crane your neck to place small pecks to each one of his knuckles, showing each one more attention than the last.

“S’okay, I get it J.”

“Just wanted us to have tonight, for us.”

“I ruined it, I know-“

“Nothing’s ruined … we still have us.”

His head lowers, lips puckering in the faintest way. Softly pressing with yours, all whilst enveloping you closer into his frame. An embrace his sore body hungered for. Tongue delving into your mouth, molding together like puzzle pieces. Angrily kissing to make up for the love lost today, he hummed at the comforting sensation.

“And m’not letting go of that, baby.”

[viviennevermillion]

My boyo. He's so adorable but SOOOO deranged it's not even funny. Like how do you work for human traffickers to make up for your inescapable poverty, use your magic to turn people into puppets to sell, enchant them to participate in a whimsical musical number for no reason but your own personal amusement, tell the terrified victims over loudspeaker how shit you think they are, let yourself be enraged by a bunch of sassy high schoolers and then decide by the end of the day, to quote my dear friend Azul Ashengrotto, I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!!! How does one go from trafficking children to wanting to found a school for magicless children in the span of 24 hours. How do you manage to escape a probably exploitative work contract AND steal your bosses' property in the span of 24 hours with nothing but 1 madol and a dream? How's he going to fund this school? He apparently has to be worried about getting enough to eat. How do you just go "you're right, no more trafficking children, from now on I'm gonna commit to the good of humanity :)"

His lesson from the whole thing was "actually schools are good!" rather than "wow I feel so bad for all the people I probably sold :/"

There is not a sane bone in his body and no rational thought in his brain. His thoughts probably contain so much cursing that the sentences are unintelligible when you censor them. Everytime he speaks to a person he doesn't like, he internally adds "you mediocre little fuckshit pissbabies" or similar to the end of the statements. He has the most deranged evil laugh ever. Even when he likes you and you tell him a funny joke he goes "hehehahahaaAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAH" like he's about to kill someone. He likes having his little ears scratched. He bites though.

He's like the biggest asshole cat you can mentally picture. He doesn't just push stuff off your shelves, he takes the vases and chucks them at unsuspecting pedestrians. He's mad at you and you ask him for a glass of milk and he takes the milk carton out of the fridge and pours the entire thing all over the floor and kitchen counters without breaking eye contact. There's a collection of knives on his bedroom wall.

He's my special little guy. They want to study him to update the DSM-5. He eats the rich. He needs some money to found his little school so he gotta work in retail, scanning the customers' products at checkout and muttering "fucking bourgeoisie cockroach" under his breath. Shamelessly lists "amusement park manager" and "salesman" in his CV as if he worked at a legitimate business. He once had a mental breakdown at the grocery store after closing hour and downed a bottle of whiskey straight from the shelf and then danced through the snack aisle stabbing his cane into the chips bags out of boredom while singing "you're never fully dressed without a smile". Gidel being mute is the only reason this kid does not curse like an uncensored Rapper version of Ebenezer Scrooge.

He's clinically insane. He's the most wondrous attraction at Playful Land. He hopes the afterlife is a musical. He's Fellow Honest. This is a fake name.

[outletcrash]

were all mad here...

i think i finally have a mad hatter design! he looks a little young here but this is it :)

the talking crime dog poodle is his service dog marchie (the march hare!). jervis is functionally blind due to his albinism (a trait i gave him after the white rabbit) and needs help kidnapping and brainwashing and the like. since he's a neuroscientist, he developed a device that can scan her brainwaves and interpret them as various prerecorded messages. think those buttons that people train smart dogs to use but automatic.

jervis had a bit of a mental break and uses his knowledge of the mind to create his own wonderland. alice is important, yes, but the real goal is a whimsical disorienting lawless world with a large cast of characters (people he kidnaps). at his worst and most delusional he doesn't understand abduction is bad and you cant just kill people who get in your way.

he's a GENIUS but he's very shy and doesn't communicate well. most people don't know how smart he is. little guy is too short he gets lost between couch cushions....

he's violent and strange and childlike and shows up when you least expect it. the dork squad is canon. he uses he/him pronouns but hes not like a Man or a Dude or really anything at all. jervis is the brains and marchie is the brawn (shes an absolute darling but will bite to disfigure. crime dog. batman lets her go to arkham bc he knows he will not survive the night if he separates them.)

ps. alice in wonderland scared the everloving SHIT out of me as a little kid. that scene where alice cries because she cant find her way home and the cheshire cat shows up? hell no. i was crying tears of HORROR. although i did like when the talking pansies showed up. theyre in the picture if you can spot em ;)

[ronance4everbrainrot]

Moooore incorrect quotes! Merlin Academy gang

(and ships)

*after the Squad's plan goes horribly wrong*

Morgie: Now it seems we're back at square one-- finding Hades.

Charming: For the record, I already found them.

Maleficent : And you let them get away before we could have a meaningful conversation.

Charming: They stabbed me!

Bridget, mumbling: I'm surprised they waited this long, Charming. We've all had the urge.

(Damn..not to be rude...I think only you have that urge Bridget....I understand tho...I guess)

---

Hades: Everyone synchronise your watches.

Charming: I don't know how to do that.

Maleficent : I don't wear a watch.

Bridget: Time is a construct.

(Fr fr. Time doesn't exist in Wonderland. It's just always "Now")

---

Hook: So, Maleficent and Hades.

Hook: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto…

Maleficent : We had a bad day.

Hook: And… MURDER?!

Hades: It was a pretty bad day…

--

Hook: Your Honor, I hereby submit the following to the court:

Hook: Hades, Maleficent, what the actual FUCK?

(the power couple that's feared. Don't make them mad)

---

*Ella and Morgie are texting*

Ella: Who are you? Someone changed the names in my phone.

Morgie: What did they change my name to?

Ella: Chosen One.

Morgie: Don’t change it back.

Ella: BUT WHO ARE YOU?!?!

Morgie: I’m the chosen one.

(Yes.)

---

Morgie: Do you love Ella?

Bridget: Yeah, I do.

Morgie: Hook! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!

Hook: We all love Ella. You should've asked if they were IN love with them.

Bridget: I thought that was implied.

Hook: ...

Morgie: ...

Bridget, looking straight at Hook: Congrats Morgie, you just won 100 bucks.

(That's canon. Sadly Ella doesn't feel the same. Luckily we got Red and Chloe out of it)

---

Bridget: I just want someone to take me out.

Ella: On a date?

Maleficent: With a sniper gun?

Uliana: Both if you're not a coward.

(The girls having a girls night)

---

Maleficent: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Fay: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Bridget: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Uliana: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Ella: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

(Ella regrets listening to Bridget and joining the Girls Night. Also F A Y. What the fuck.)

---

Morgie: You use emoji’s like a straight person.

Uliana: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me.

(fr fr. You do tho gurl. Even if I actually don't understand what that would mean 🫠😗)

---

Maleficent: honk.

Hook: WHAT.

Maleficent: HONK.

Hook: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

(I can hear him say that last part. H O N K)

---

Maleficent: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-

Fay: *blushes* What are your thoughts?

Maleficent: The fourth sentence-

Fay: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-

Maleficent: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

(Gasp. Fay!? Gay!? MALEFICENT?!? ...ok)

---

Bridget: Hook, I have a great idea.

Hook: Let’s hear it.

Bridget: We trick Maleficent and Hades to go out on a date together.

Hook: YES!

Hook: And hey, if that doesn’t work out, you and me could go out, get some drinks—

Bridget, hitting them with a book: THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU.

(If Hook were straight..wait... if Bridget were straight...if both were straight. But they aren't UwU)

---

Maleficent: Fay, you need to calm down.

Fay, slamming their fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

(Fay asking the most important question. Fr fr. HOW!?)

---

Bridget: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them??

Fay: What the hell do you do?

Bridget: I die? What kinda question...

(She do be not telling Ella, because she knows she doesn't feel the same)

---

Ella: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?

Uliana, watching Maleficent screaming, Hades trying to set a sleeping Hook on fire, and Morgie choking on air: I don't know either.

(But she loves this mess group with her dark heart)

---

Uliana: Why would I flip my shit about that?

Hook: Because you flip your shit about everything.

Uliana: Well, will you look at this. Here is my shit, and yet it remains unflipped. Just sitting there on the skillet, getting burned on one side. It’s a miracle.

(That's canon)

---

Uliana: When do you usually go to sleep?

Hades: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods.

(You are a god too? Am I wrong? 🤨 Confusion. So it's up to yourself? Feel that tho)

---

Now the gods have decided it's my time to sleep. 00:07 (12:07 am?)

Also no glassheart/CharmingHeart? G A S P

Next time Uwuwuwu.

Also had some "alone" time. Me and my sister are sharing a hotel room but we were both on the phone after a long day and I was doing the quotes so I posted this.

Hope you liked it!

Byeeeee

[neopoliitan]

RWBY Evermorrow Ep.7 Director's Commentary (or something)

The newscast segment was a late addition, we decided it was best to move a scene to a later episode for a better sense of narrative. I even already animated that whole scene so we don't need to worry about it!

We were gonna use Lisa Lavender here, but decided it was better to use Cyril due to availability of existing cast members as the scene was kind of last minute. We see it as Cyril being the guy in the studio, and Lisa being the reporter in the field.

Khaki's prison number is funny if you can decipher it.

Originally this episode was a big ol scene of RWBYCRDL recounting the mission to Oz and Glynda, then the punishments being dished out, but I was having such a dull time writing it that we decided it was best to cut the recap of the immediate previous episode and hope the teams' reactions did the work. I think it was for the best, a glorified recap episode seems like it would've been a waste of production; if it wasn't fun to write it wouldn't have been fun to watch.

It was a good time to bring in Glynda as she's always been Beacon's voice of reason around Oz's more whimsical tendencies. She's to-the-point and will make no excuses, which sells the teams being reprimanded more. Plus the added questioning of what exactly Ozpin is saying to Cardin offscreen is an interesting question in the viewer's mind.

(Also our Ozpin VA was kinda unavailable but for a very good reason lol)

Let's talk Dove. You've probably noticed he's very much the reasonable one on EM CRDL at this point, which is very intentional as going in I wanted to make them more interesting than Cardin and the Cardins. CRWBY once said Dove was the most skilled of CRDL, which is an interesting angle, and Doves are a symbol of peace which inspired me to make him the """nicer""" one, albeit a bit embittered by his lot in life. This episode has a montage of the moments in ep5-6 that really lay it all out that he's a little better than the others on his team, which is why Ruby vouched for him.

There was going to be a decent focus on family in this episode, but eventually we whittled it down to just Russel's and Dove's. Being like "oh and here's a character's parent being funny and mad" worked twice, but three to eight times might have gotten old lmao

Why did I pick Bertilak for Russel's guardian? Green. Mohawk. Moody. Not a big Faunus fan.

Okay so that's only part of it. Russel has been consistently portrayed as a bit of a doormat in EM, following Cardin's orders or deferring to the next biggest fish if he's not around. His actions around Bertilak imply that the latter is the source of all that behaviour.

Dove offers Ruby an "Olive Branch". I don't know if I can get more unsubtle than this.

Don't ship them they literally feel nothing about each other. That's canon.

Why did I pick Shopkeep for Dove's grandpa? Closed eyes, and Shopkeep is everywhere. That's literally the joke.

Pyke Rite from The Grimm Campaign.

There were a few characters I really wanted to get involved sooner. Can you believe it took us till Ep7 for Ren or Nora to say anything? It felt good to have all of JNPR and OP(A)L fully animated in the same scene, and was fun to set up dynamics like Oscar being a fanboy, Alyx being a little shit and the two teams generally getting along.

In comparison to 6 this episode was a lot calmer and a lot more talk-y, but hopefully we managed to make it fun. The animators and VAs did amazing as always (the former has basically eclipsed my efforts at this point), and I'm looking forward to ep8 very much! Bigger and better!

If you have extra questions about this ep you can shoot me an ask, I'm always down to self-indulge lmao

[ranciddrobbie]

HEY YOU! DO YOU LIKE WILL WOOD AND TALLY HALL?

id assume so given my audience mostly knows me for the CCCC album art-

NO OFFENSE BUT PLEASE EXPAND YOUR MUSIC TASTE! HERES SOME OTHER BANDS YOU MAY LIKE! (both popular and niche!)

Number one we’ve got my personal favorite, IGORRR, a very out there band these fuckers make metal with opera, swing, classical and polka elements! very good shit

Then we’ve got van dyke parks, an old feller who makes whimsical music to wisp you off to fantasy lands (i personally like Sassafrass and black gold by him :•) )

Then we’ve got Primus, primus sucks. Listen to primus

Tom waits! Many of you have probably heard me say his name before, tom waits is an grouchy old bastard who mostly does wacky jazz stuff (he also did the song Underground in the film “Robots”)

Dr steel! another personal favourite, mostly industrial, this musician will make you feel like a mad scientist! (i personally like lament for a toy factory and ode to revenge)

next up, sElf! these dudes did a track on the shrek ost and boy howdy their music slaps harder than diamonds

speaking of shrek, Smash mouth! yea yea laugh it up its the funny all star band but man their discography has some bangers (a personal favorite is “sorry about your penis”)

Femtanyl! another very harsh sounding artist, this lovely bastard is trans! (im pretty sure- the lyrics seem to imply it a lot)

Also stomach book! another trans(?) artist!

Weird Al Yankovic, he needs no introduction

[izzysbeans]

its so dumb when people discuss the sexuality of a fictional character and hc them as not straight and then someone gets mad

like actually upset that a fictional character is being head-canoned as bi or pan or whatever they make it sound like it's this gross and horrible accusation and say shit like " nooo 😭 *insert character's name* can't be bi because they're obviously in love with *insert name of character of the opposite sex that they are canonically involved with* " like actually crying over it and it's like do you not know what pan and bi mean?

and it's so weird to be this mad about a hc in the first place but especially something like this is like just say you're homophobic and go

also hc and shipping are silly whimsical things you're supposed to relax and have fun where's that tweet about making our dolls kiss cause that's exactly what it is

[zapreportsblog]

yandere(ish?) aro x whimsical (and probably fucking crazy) gn reader !

so gn reader has the power to induce hallucinations that can sometimes cause physical pain ! They can be used as distractions, cause the target to go insane from the wild sensations, or even cause the target’s mind to collapse permanently ! gn reader is kind of like mad hatter (idk what im saying as well) LIKE— they're whimsical, may or may not be crazy, spontaneous, creative, nd eccentric ! (just searched this on google😭😭) gn reader REALLY likes bullying teasing Caius a lot ! and they're kinda scary when provoked !

hope you have a great day mwa mwa chup chup ;p

❝here for a good time not a long time❞

✭ pairing : yandere aro x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) just happened to be a batshit crazy human turnt vampire, who also happened to be the mate of aro. Now if you thought he was bad get a load of her, she definitely gives this man a run for his money

✭ authors note : Ayo get a load of that picture of my man aro 👁️👅👁️ he looking real cute ain’t he ayyyyyye

✭ twilight masterlist 2

In the heart of Volterra, where shadows clung to ancient stone and the night whispered secrets, Aro ruled as the immortal leader of the Volturi. The centuries had molded him into a creature of unparalleled power and intrigue. Yet, even among vampires, there were mysteries that still eluded him.

Aro's existence had become a monotonous cycle of enforcing laws, observing the immortal world from the shadows, and seeking out gifted individuals to join his coven. While his life was filled with grandeur and luxury, there was an underlying sense of restlessness. Aro craved something more, something elusive that had remained beyond his grasp for centuries.

That elusive something came in a form he least expected—a whirlwind of whimsy and chaos that descended upon Volterra one fateful night.

(Y/N), a gender-neutral individual with a personality as unpredictable as a storm, had always been considered eccentric by human standards. They reveled in the absurd, relishing in the madcap dance of life, and were known to perform bizarre acts on a whim. To say they were 'bat shit crazy' was an understatement, for they seemed to have an uncanny ability to turn even the dullest moments into a carnival of chaos.

Aro first encountered (Y/N) during a late-night stroll through the dimly lit streets of Volterra. Their laughter echoed through the cobblestone alleys, drawing his attention like a moth to a flame. (Y/N) twirled in the moonlight, their laughter infectious and their movements as graceful as they were wild.

Aro watched in fascination as (Y/N) performed acrobatic feats, juggling fruit with astounding precision, and turning ordinary objects into whimsical props. The absurdity of it all left Aro intrigued and utterly captivated. He had seen many things in his long life, but nothing quite like this.

It wasn't until (Y/N) crashed headlong into Aro's path that the whirlwind finally subsided. They looked up at him, their eyes wide with surprise, and grinned from ear to ear. "Well, hello there, mysterious stranger! Fancy a dance with chaos?"

Aro, usually composed and reserved, found himself at a loss for words. His cold, calculating demeanor momentarily shattered by the sheer audacity of this stranger. In that chaotic moment, as (Y/N) continued to babble and prance about, Aro's senses were flooded with an overwhelming revelation—a connection so profound that it sent shivers down his immortal spine.

(Y/N) was their mate.

Unable to contain his newfound excitement, Aro wasted no time in turning them. He leaned in, his eyes locked onto theirs, and sank his teeth into (Y/N)'s flesh. As darkness enveloped them, Aro couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictability of fate.

When (Y/N) woke as a vampire, they retained their whimsical personality, which now took on an otherworldly charm. Their laughter echoed through the Volturi castle, enchanting those who heard it. But it was their unique gift that truly set them apart.

With a mere thought, (Y/N) could induce hallucinations that ranged from delightful illusions to nightmarish phantasms. Their powers could cause physical pain, plunge a victim into madness, or even shatter a mind permanently. Aro saw immense potential in (Y/N)'s abilities, especially when Jane or Alec were unavailable to handle delicate situations.

Despite their penchant for calling Aro mean names in their peculiar brand of love language and engaging in a cruel form of teasing, (Y/N) had an undeniable affection for their mate. Their love was expressed through a blend of mockery and tender physical touches that left Aro both bewildered and strangely enchanted.

The bond between Aro and (Y/N) was a dance of opposites, an immortal saga that defied logic and embraced the whimsy of eternity. Little did they know that their union would soon become a cornerstone of the Volturi's power, adding a touch of chaos to the immortality that had grown all too predictable.

The sunless day in Volterra began as any other, with the members of the Volturi going about their immortal routines. Aro and his mate, (Y/N), had been inseparable since their transformation. Their whimsical nature continued to perplex and amuse the ancient vampire coven, but none more so than Caius.

Caius, the stoic and severe leader of the Volturi, had always been known for his impeccable fashion sense, stern countenance, and an icy demeanor that could chill the fieriest of tempers. Yet, his refined sensibilities were the perfect target for (Y/N)'s relentless teasing.

(Y/N) had taken it upon themselves to follow Caius around that particular day, a mischievous glint in their eye. They commented on his fashion choices with unrestrained glee. "Oh, Caius," they exclaimed, "I must say, that cloak does absolutely nothing for your complexion. Have you considered trying a different color?"

Caius, his patience wearing thin, merely gave (Y/N) a withering glare and continued on his way. But they weren't finished. They moved on to his hair, commenting, "Your hair, darling, it's positively stuck in the last century. Have you ever heard of a haircut?"

Caius clenched his jaw, determined not to let (Y/N)'s words get under his skin. They persisted, directing their whimsical torment at his face. "You know," they mused, "I can't decide if your expression is perpetually grumpy or if you've just forgotten how to smile."

His patience was wearing thin, but Caius endured. (Y/N), however, was far from done. They dropped their gaze to Caius's shoes, which were, in their opinion, the pinnacle of mockery material. "(Y/N)" they declared, "I wouldn't be caught dead in those things."

Caius finally reached his breaking point. He turned on (Y/N), his eyes blazing with an anger that rarely saw the light of day. "Enough!" he thundered, his voice echoing through the stone corridors of the Volturi castle. "Aro, come and get your insufferable mate!"

Aro, ever the picture of calm and intrigue, appeared in a flash, his crimson eyes locking onto Caius's furious gaze. "What seems to be the matter, dear Caius?" he inquired, his tone dripping with amusement.

Caius seethed, pointing a finger at (Y/N). "Your mate," he practically hissed, "has been tormenting me all day! I can't take it anymore."

Aro's lips curled into a knowing smile, and he turned his attention to (Y/N). "My love," he said, his voice laced with faux sympathy, "have you been bothering Caius?"

(Y/N) looked positively delighted, as if their mission had been accomplished. They nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, yes, Aro! But don't worry, it was all in good fun."

Aro chuckled, then turned to Caius. "There you have it, dear Caius. (Y/N) was just having a bit of fun. You shouldn't take it so seriously."

Caius gritted his teeth, feeling thoroughly defeated. "This is insufferable," he muttered before turning and stalking away.

As Aro and (Y/N) watched Caius's retreating form, (Y/N) couldn't resist one final taunt. "Bye-bye, Caius, you old bitch!" they called after him, and Aro burst into laughter.

Caius's furious footsteps echoed down the hall as he disappeared from sight, leaving Aro and (Y/N) to revel in their whimsical torment. Their love was a peculiar one, built on mockery and affection, but it was a love that brought a touch of madness and laughter to the immortality of the Volturi.

As Bella and Alice found themselves in the intimidating presence of the Volturi kings, Aro, Marcus, and Caius, they couldn't help but feel a shiver of apprehension. The grandeur and power exuded by the ancient vampires was overwhelming, and they stood there hesitantly, unsure of what to expect.

The atmosphere was tense, and the kings regarded the newcomers with a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny. Just as the silence threatened to become unbearable, an unexpected figure sauntered into the room, breaking the ice in the most unconventional way.

It was (Y/N), Aro's unpredictable mate. They entered the room with an exaggerated sigh and a dramatic eye roll, clearly unimpressed. "Felix and Demetri are no fun at all," they declared, their voice carrying a petulant tone. "I tried to play Uno with those two boomers, and they couldn't keep up!"

Aro, his expression a mixture of amusement and affection, couldn't help but smile as he watched (Y/N) complain about the lack of entertainment. He opened his arms, welcoming them with a warm embrace.

(Y/N), never one to resist the embrace of their beloved mate, crawled into Aro's lap, pouting exaggeratedly. "Nobody's fun around here," they mumbled, as if the weight of the world rested on their shoulders.

(Y/N) couldn't help but chime in, a mischievous glint in their eye. "Oh, I didn’t know we had guest! Pleasure to meet you. Don't mind Caius; he's just a grumpy old vampire."

Caius raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by (Y/N)'s brazenness. "I beg your pardon?"

(Y/N) simply shrugged and continued to pout in Aro's lap. "Well, it's true. Your face looks perpetually grumpy. No offense. Actually no, take great offense to that you old hag!”

Aro couldn't suppress a snort of laughter at the unexpected turn of events. He patted (Y/N)'s head fondly, knowing that their unpredictable nature was one of the many things he cherished about them.

[whimsi-clown]

Due to the indirect influences of certain selfship blogs, I am now stuck with a Self Insert OC x Oogie Boogie brain rot, so now you have to deal with me rambling on about it.

Only if you want to ofc. The choice is yours.

No one can force you to click on the "Keep reading" option.

But if you do click it, buckle up because when I ramble, it will probably not make a lick of sense.

You have been warned.

Ok, so. Self insert oc is a little clown from a far away place called Birthday Town.

Sorta similar to other Holiday Towns, Birthday Town is a place that celebrates the birthday of each of the clown residents. All 366 of them.

Yes. There is a clown for every day. Including the leap year day. It is a very large and colorful town that lays the birthday theme on thick with present boxes for houses, confetti for rain, and other whimsical Birthday related shit.

So they all celebrate each other's birthdays every day. Non-stop. To the point it drives clown oc mad.

So clown oc pulls a Jack Skellington and wanders away from the constant celebration, stumbling into the holiday doors, especially Halloween door in the same fashion as Jack in Christmas Town.

Oh, right, I forgot to mention this takes place during the movie, mostly outside of the scenes.

Only unlike Jack, they are in a constant state of fear and panic because Halloween Town is understandably spooky and scary to all who are new to it.

Then, after like screaming and running around like a headless chicken, clown oc is mistaken for "Sandy Claws" by Lock, Shock, and Barrel cuz they got the pudgy looking body and the pointy hat. That and pink looks like red at night, I guess?

So they brought clown oc to Jack. The same thing that happens to the Easter Bunny kinda happens to clown oc, except instead of being returned, they just shove clown oc down the hactch because they got no idea where to return this weird creature that they found.

Due to clown science and cartoon physics, clown oc is able to fit into the small hatch and goes tumbling down into Oogie Boogie's lair.

Clown oc meets Oogie Boogie and gets mistaken for "Sandy Claws" for a moment. After misunderstanding is cleared up, platonic bonding shenanigans ensue.

During the actual meeting of Oogie Boogie and Santa Claus, clown oc just stands off to the side like:

🧍‍♂️

And then, during the scene where Jack "kills" Oogie Boogie, clown oc manages to grab a hold of one of his bugs and tucks them safely into pointy hat, sneaking off and returning to Birthday Town.

When they arrive at Birthday Town clown oc, who I've just now decided to name Rinkie (little friend inside joke yum) shows Oogie Boogie Bug around the place and introduces him to other clown friends.

Oogie Boogie Bug, who wants revenge on Jack, asks Rinkie for assistance. Rinkie is pretty meh to the situation, so they reluctantly agree to help him.

Another bout of fun shenanigans ensue that involve Oogie Boogie Bug having no choice but to relucyantly accept the bright and colorful bugs from Birthday town as an addition to his newly forming hivemind, and have to deal with colorful patterned cloth patches on his temporary body, hand made and stitched by Rinkie ofc.

And that's it for my rambling.

It's mostly just funny platonic stuff in mind. Who knows if I'll be as heavily invested in this as I'll be to the Reverse Isekai Disney Villains AU. (RIDV AU for short)

Which I'm still working on, btw.

Anyways, yea.

Thanks for reading!

☆~ ∠(ᐛ 」 ∠)＿

[majimasleftasscheek]

I keep thinking about your Neighbor Kazumaji Au and GOD I need more.

I absolutely want to write about itttttjfjcjsjjckkfksklcvb

THEY'RE SO!!!

I've just been thinking so much about the lil quirks of being each other's neighbors...

every other day Kiryu gets an obnoxious amount of boxes delivered to his place (pocket circuit shit of course) and Majima has to scooch them aside to open his own door.

Kiryu can hear Majima watch weird martial arts movies thru the wall and his awful cackle laugh haunts him in his dreams.

the boys' respective kyoudai visit and there's a lotta drinking and being loud as hell and both groups think "pff those guys next door are mad annoying" then simultaneously beat each other with sticks or whatever boys do tweehee

morning Kiryu looks like ass and lives on energy drinks so Majima will drag his sad ass into his place for some actual breakfast because I can and will shill any opportunity to say Majima's a decent cook

whenever Kiryu sees Goromi he's always like 😳 p pretty lady... and she'll run inside her house like she didn't even see him but she's peeking out the blinds like 👀

Kiryu talking to fishboy like "I think I have a crush on that guy next door" and Nishiki's all "that guy looks like he eats bugs" and Kiryu looks whimsically out the window "he's perfect..."

OUGHHH

[dustcrumbs]

Okay i dead ass CANNOT stay quiet about this any more. I'm not gonna name people cause I dead ass want no drama.

Some of y'all are actual sheep. You guys don't have an opinion of your own and listen to 'popular' artists way too much especially if those artists don't know how to take a chill pill and talk it over with their friends before posting. And I mean friends who'll actually tell you if you're wrong or tell you that you have a good idea but not the best execution. Please, for the love of God, keep your mouth shut sometimes. You can shit on it to your friends, but please refrain from telling the whole world that you dislike any kind of whimsical scenarios because you're unhappy that people dont have the same interpretations on a character like you do. This isn't targeted to any of my moots.

But seriously, can we stop hating on every single thing. Like, at this point, I just wanna know if some of you guys know how to do some actual research of your own or ask someone about what they mean before accusing them of something in public.

Anyways, uhm, stop being sheep and at least try to stick to your own opinions unless it's morally wrong to do so. Also if something is doing no harm to anyone, then shut the fuck up fr!! I don't care if you don't like it. If people wanna ramble about sans having periods or whatever, okay? I don't like it, but do you see me calling them a fetish lover or smth? No? I leave them alone, and they stay with their community who enjoys their content. Sometimes, I'll repost it to support them.

I gotta be vague about this lol. The sans period isn't what I'm mad about, it's something else but that's the only example I had in mind that wouldn't snitch me out on which ppl I'm yapping about.

This rant is mostly filled with my feelings and probably isn't very mature or logical. Sorry!! Blehh

[datotherd00d]

RSA Fanmade Dorms

Thought I should share a fleshed-out(ish) list of dorms that me, @chohouse , and @dizastermango made for Royal Sword Academy. Honesty thought that RSA should get more love (plus it was a lot of fun to make this, especially since I have some OCs that go to RSA). Also I made a Pinterest board for the dorms, the dorm uniforms, and their ceremonial robes.

The overall inspiration of these dorms were the supporting characters in the stories of the Big 7, but it’s the characters that were associated with the heroes. Now with that out of the way, here is the list!

- Iterspeculo: Spirit of Carpe Diem

Themed off of The Mad Hatter

Pronounced as “I-ter-speh-coo-loh”

Carpe Diem roughly translates to “Living in the Moment”

The complete opposite of Heartslabyul when it come to organization and tidiness

Basically an eyesore, and constant game of ‘Eye-Spy’

Dorm name was made with: ‘Speculo’ which is Latin for mirror, ‘Iter’ meaning journey, so it completely comes out to ‘Journey (through the) Looking Glass’ 

- Baoheart: Spirit of Mindfulness

 Themed off of Rafiki

Pronounced as “Bau-hart”

ALL DORM MEMBERS LIVE IN A GIANT BAOBAB TREEHOUSE! It’s pretty cool ngl

This dorm is SO chill and can be wise. They have a lot of relaxing activities like yoga and meditation sessions. Literally living that Hakuna Matata life 

Dorm name revolved around the tree that Rafiki lived in which is a Baobab tree, and the heart because it sounded better and more whimsical than tail or fang lmao

- Plimsoll: Spirit of Sharing

Themed off of Scuttle

Pronounced as “Plim-sl”

Nautical and sea port vibes with this dorm (ngl was hard to figure out, so I mixed it together)

Heavily community based! Everyone helps everyone out because why not? The more the merrier! 

Literally a silly headcanon, but the common room has a deep brown wood flooring to imitate a ship and someone made the joke of it looking like shit, so now everyone calls the common room the “Poop Deck”

Name came from the Plimsoll Line of a ship, which is a mark on the hull of a ship indicating how deep a cargo ship can travel safely to trade goods

- Sadjinn: Spirit of Friendship

Themed off of The Genie

Pronounced as “Sah-jin”

Kind of similar to Scarabia, but it has that overall “goodness” to it

Not as many parties, but still very much so community based

It’s a more creative dorm that leans more into enjoying what you have and making the most out of it with the people you have. Literally if Kalim was a dorm it would be this one.

Also, the Cave of Wonders is where the dorm resides, and it is surrounded by a beautiful oasis and small forest of sorts

Name came from: ‘Sadiq’ meaning friend in Arabic, and a Djinn (Jinn) is another name for the mythical creature of a genie (this is under the pretense of fiction and fantasy rather than the Arabic/Islamic religious aspect of Jinns) 

- Septierre: Spirit of Humility

Themed off of the Seven Dwarves

Pronounced as “Sep-tea-error”

Such a hardworking yet humble dorm. Like omg- this dorm is that meme that is like “It’s not much, but it’s honest work”

COTTAGECORE VIBES!!!

Literally all of the produce and materials for the school is from this dorm! The students in this dorm are basically all in agriculture and geology, it is wholesome and very simple living

Mostly flatlands with cottage dorm rooms/dorm housing. It’s cute ngl. A lot of orchards and mines and woodland creatures

Name came from: ‘Septem’ which is Latin for 7, and ‘Pierre’ roughly translates to ‘stone/rock’

- Fulgyros: Spirit of Growth

Themed off of Philoctetes (Phil)

Pronounced as “Fuhl-ger-ose”

Dorm of perseverance and growth (emotionally, physically, and mentally. Literally in every possible aspect)

Basically the gym bros/fraternity of the school lmao, but don’t worry, they’re usually himbos. Just want what’s best for everyone and will help achieve that goal

All Ancient Greece influences, kind of a mix between Mount Olympus and Phil’s home/training area. Ethereal and godly vibes with white and earth tones. One of the more pristine dorms, especially with their mostly white uniforms

Name comes from: ‘Fulger’ which is the Latin root word for ‘lightning’, the suffix ‘-ysos’ from Dionysus who Satyrs would be associated with (along with Pan), and ‘-os’ from mythos

- Rosasci: Spirit of Harmony

Themed off of The Three Fairies (Flora, Fauna, and Merrywheather)

Pronounced as “Roh-zeh-see"

Spirit comes from the three fairies working together to raise Aurora despite how chaotic it was. They worked in harmony together and were able to make things work. So that same vibe of responsibility and harmony of oneself and community is prominent in this dorm.

All roses imagery with no thorns. Thorns are a big nono in this dorm

Was another difficult dorm to figure out, but then again this whole school can be viewed as pretentious, so why not add in that overly sweet ‘goody-two-shoes’ aspect lol

However, this dorm is so pretty and very Fairycore with flowy and whimsical uniforms and decorations

Best way to describe the dorm vibe is the Moors in the first and second Maleficent movie

Name came from: ‘Rosaceae’ which is the botanical family name for roses. It’s a simple but pretty name.

- Bonus HCs

Snow White’s Wishing Well is the magical object(?) that sorts students into their dorms

The way it works is that you have to sing a tune or something into the well, and the well sings back to you what dorm you are sorted into. Note that the voice singing back is a collection of voices that are in perfect harmony. It’s creepy if you think about it because do those voices belong to anyone??? Who knows.

Also, students arrive to RSA in a brilliant, blinding white, pumpkin carriage drawn by horses, pegasi, unicorns, even comically large seahorses/dolphins, you name it! It’s magic- anything is possible.

Honestly think of the flying carriages in Sophia the First, and bam it’s that, but a white pumpkin! 

Everyone is alert and awake during their journey to the school, with various magical accommodations to make the trip as pleasant as possible. Hungry or thirsty? No worries, a menu with simple summoning spells fixes that. Bored? Don’t sweat- free wifi in the carriage AND a hidden movie screen to watch the latest block buster starring Vil Schoenheit  and Neige LeBlanche. It’s basically a first class seat on a magical airplane. Straight up comfort.

However, once you do arrive to the school and land, your luggage disappears (of course there is a notice before you land). Once you get your dorm and room assigned, your luggage will already be there waiting for you

Students are dropped off towards the back of the castle where staff greets the new students on the outskirts of a whimsical tree line. Upon crossing into the forest, students are magically dressed in their ceremonial robes and matching makeup . They all flood into a large whimsical pavilion full of seats (think of the one from Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses) that surrounds a very well known wishing well

After the ceremony, the headmaster opens portals to the Heart of the Castle where the main portals are.

RSA has a similar portal system to NRC, but the room is full of really pretty ports that fit the decorum of each dorm/school location. It’s located in the heart of the castle, which is easy access for the students and staff

That is basically all of the headcanons I had, and I hope it helps in any creativity process, or was enjoyable! Let me know if you want any more HCs or have any comments, questions, or concerns! It was a blast making this!

Also! If you want to use any of this for OCs or fanfics, please go ahead!! Just please link this post and like/reblog 🖤 I appreciate those who want to use this! Thank you!