#twst antagonists

[neoninky]

TWST Shenanigans: League of Antagonists (and some actual Villains)

I'm back with another long winded, stupid thought that I may draw some day but in the mean time, here's this lol (also spoilers for my Sacred Crown fics if you haven't read them?? Just FYI)

Scene: Antagonists from canon TWST side events all hang out in a bar and talk about how they fucked with the main characters for reasons unknown

Ashton Vargas: *reminiscing about the Camp Vargas event(s)* HA HA Man you should have seen their faces! We gave those punks a good ol' fashion trauma haunt in the woods. Classic. Divus Crewel: And we looked damn good doing it too. *Camp Vargas Part 1 and 2 Crewel definitely made those costumes* Vargas: Sigh...of course we got a temporary dock in pay to help provide the whimpier ones with therapy sessions but eh totally worth it. Random group of fairies all sharing a bar stool: *makes a bunch of tinkly noises talking about the Fairy Gala* Translation: That's cool but we almost ruined the entire school's ecosystem because we gave into our baser instincts and stole the mage stone cuz it was shiny... damn those kids for crashing our party with their incredibly well made outfits and near flawless sashays (Crewel: I would be more upset if not for the fact I finally got Kingscholar to have proper posture for at least 14 hours.)

Ghost Princess Eliza: *still boohooing over the Ghost Marriage event though technically she is happily married in the end* I just wanted to marry my perfect prince after years and years and YEARS of waiting!! What's a little first-degree murder in the name of true love?! (Fairies: damn gurl / Crewel: that's a mood.) And those horrible boys just kept coming to ruin my wedding! Accosting me with their unprincely behavior! What kind of man doesn't have a legendary sword or a faithful dog that comes at his beck and call?! (Vargas: she does make a good point...) Oh well, in the end, I did find my real prince so it all worked out. We'll be returning for the baby shower they promised to host! (Crewel: the school and every person on campus has at least three restraining orders against you...) - jaunty music suddenly starts playing out of nowhere and the entire room groans - Fellow Honest: *cane twirls his way on screen, ready to spill the deets on the Playful Land event* Trauma, theft, delusionally murderous courtship? That's cute. I suckered a whole group of those dumbasses into a human trafficking con disguised as a theme park! And I did it so well that I basically hijacked 90% of all social media for MONTHS while doing it! Everyone: *disgruntedly* we KNOW Fellow Honest: *much smug* Did I mention how I also cursed the whole place to turn them into wooden puppets if they broke the backward ass rule system I put in place as well? (Vargas: dude what the actual hell?) Sigh...and it would have all gone off without a hitch if it weren't for those damn kids fucking up the entire park (Crewel: our students are pretty much all assholes, yes.) ...I mean sure, in the end, I did tell my shitty boss to suck it and encourage those brats to do exactly that. But then they dared to extend a hand of friendship and understanding to ME?! Entitled, fancy boys with their fancy schmancy education *grumble grumble* Vargas + Crewel: *side-eye glance at each other at the mention of a shitty boss* ..... *both take long sips of their drinks*

Rollo: *appears with sudden intense mood change in the atmosphere* Hmph. I understand your contempt for those frivolous magic users completely... (Fellow: THANK you!) ...I invited a select few of them onto my campus under the pretense of uniting our schools in harmony and camaraderie. In actuality...I wanted to destroy them by taking away their magic and then wiping magic off the very face of the planet. Fellow Honest: ...ok well damn that's a bit harsh- *the group of fairies moves as far away from Rollo as possible*

Rollo: and I would have gotten away with it too. Had it not been for that Malleus Draconia *name said with such distain Rollo might as well be a friggin Batman villain* ...on the other hand, I did completely get away with it. Cuz they tried to guilt trip me by letting everyone believe I was this upstanding person who isn't capable of heinous acts. (Fellow: HA stupid) ...that is until karma bit me in the ass and then my childhood magical dragon friend that I don't absolutely abhor ended up bonding with the magical dragon that I hate with every fiber of my being... *talking about my OC in Her Devoted Throne hitting it off with Malleus lol* Crewel: To be fair, if watching your BFF get with your sworn enemy after you tried to commit mass genocide of magic is the worst thing to happen, you are one lucky bastard.

Rollo: Oh I'm barely as horrible as they are... *scene pans over to another group seated in the Really Fucked Up OC Villain section*

Queen Alva from Her Ivory Crown: I not only gaslighted and emotionally abused my own daughter into working herself to the bone to prove herself as the heir to my throne, I then threatened her and tried to take everything she fought for away from her the minute she had a meltdown and wouldn't marry the boy I picked out for her. Not to mention potentially damning my own Queendom by trying to deprive them of a far better queen than I in the future....now I'm divorced, shunned from society, and living alone in the countryside, forced to do my own housework *has to fetch her own fainting couch so she can dramatically swoon* Zehn Cavaliar, the 'boy' in question: ...yeah I wouldn't take no for an answer so hard that I harassed the crown princess into an Overblot state which could have killed her. I also attacked and injured her while she was in that condition. Her new boyfriend got all his friends to kick my ass before and after I lost everything.... *has the expression of someone going through a Vietname flashback* Don Muraeni from Her Lost Voice: *sitting in a large fish bowl on the counter as a shriveled up sea polyp* I literally paid and sometimes forced several women to bear my children - who I let abuse and murder each other all in hopes of earning my approval btw. I even killed a guy who owed me money and then took his wife and child, made said wife have another one of my kids - who I also abused and forced to do underhanded tasks through the majority of her childhood. I also tried to use my son to get at my sworn enemy after not shedding a single fucking tear after his brother was brutally murdered by said enemy...*stops to think* More child abuse. Collecting siren mermaids and forcing them to be sex workers. Trapping my wife for several years while letting her children believe she was dead....so yeah all that backfired horribly and now I'm trapped as this weird lil slug thing until I die. Or something. Ghost of Don Muraeni's right-hand guy, Proteus: I was a total creep who abused his power and was brutally murdered for it in the end. Also I stole magic from a defenseless, traumatized child. Everyone else: *staring at all of them in horror* .....JESUS CHRIST

Dark Fire is hot but Hell is hotter *sips tea*

Also tagging people for reasons @iscarlettappel @foxwitchaine @wysteriadelights @nuitthegoddess @victoria1676 @1ndigowitch

[egophiliac]

C'MON TO THE THEATER!

I love these guys so much. forget NRC, I want to attend their terrible disaster school for disaster children that might actually be plastered on top of the smoking remains of an actively sinking ship. I may or may not actually learn anything, but I will have the time of my life.

[ashipiko]

DANCE WITH ME YOU LI-IA-IAR ♡

OVERBLOT ASHI??? ANYBODY??? the ANGST that this baby can store!!! SHEESH!!!!!!! <3 I only have one post dedicated to her and liar dance lyric analysis (the post is kinda outdated in gen) BUT…… I also have an overblot monologue as a treat 🫶 I wanted to better explain her angst and so!!! BABAM!!! enjoy

ASHI’S MONOLOGUE:

Sometimes I wonder why I ended up here.

A place named “Twisted Wonderland”, and at a school named “Night Raven College”.

At first, I figured that I was the odd one out— Y’know, the Ramshackle prefect and everything. The magicless girl at the magical all boys school? Nuts, ain’t it?

I��m known for a lot of things. Things that are different from the others. The fact that I stand out is part of the Ashi charm, something I’m known for.

But… Over time I found myself sorta feeling in place here.

Because as much as I try to believe it, I can’t safely say that I’m better than anyone else here.

I’m a fake. I make conversation and lots of friends, but for what? A backup in case something goes wrong? A sense of protection for my reputation? In what case are any of those friendships something I truly want? In what case are any of these strings more than just a tool instead of a thread made of my real feelings?

Behind this, I’m no different from any other student here. Even through my individuality, my cheerfulness, my endearing oddness… I’m still a horrible person. Using people to get what I want, toying with people and their feelings in order to gain power and gain a spot the top. All to become untouchable. It’s screwed. It’s not right.

My insides are ugly. The truth of me is something I want to keep tucked away deeply, because I don’t want people to see this part of me. A brash, annoying, selfish version of me, everything people hate to see. I don’t want this side of me to be seen because people will run away— people I don’t care much about, sures, but people I love, too. I don’t want to drive them away. So I keep quiet and give them a shallow show.

I give them a source of entertainment that’s controlled by the real me, every calculated movement translating into a marionette-like response. The only show I allow you to see is one that’s so carefully crafted by the chaotic clown backstage. The one that is shunned away from the light, the strings being the only hint of the puppet’s phony existence to the foolish audience.

But suddenly, I feel as if being here has started to let this side of me come crawling back into the spotlight.

It scares me.

It scares me to be vulnerable, let all of my faults lay out on the table like playing cards. To take the risk without the protection, to gamble everything I’ve built up away just like that. But you…

You.

You make me feel safe. You make me feel as if I don’t need to hide anything. I can give you the key to my heart and you would have no malicious intent. You wouldn’t cut out the parts people don’t like. You would enjoy the performance in full, every bit of it.

You make me believe that I’m nothing special, and yet something so valuable at the same time.

It’s silly. You’re silly. And yet that’s something that’s helped me.

It’s helped me realize that that truly is just how people are.

We aren’t villains. We aren’t antagonists. We aren’t monsters.

We are nothing but people, with faults and feelings that should be valued.

I am more than just a jester, a sake of entertainment.

I’m a person who is entirely worthy of love. All of me.

It reminds me that I must’ve came here for a reason.

Because this is where I belong.

[fleariddenart]

I know I'm late to the party with this and the irony of that is not lost on me.

I feel like there are 2 types of twst events that being the more serious ones like Glorious Masquerade and the sillier ones like White Rabbit Fest. And my gosh I love both so much!

[0ann3]

Doodling Skully as I get to read more spoilers about him lolol

[anonyanonymouse]

Anyone who's seen Monster, don't ask me who any of the other characters are or how the plot progressed before this point because I have No Clue

[amethystjewel01]

Yall call me crazy, but what if the Halloween event story is us helping the new guy become the next pumpkin king?

And our opposing force is a twsted Oogie

[valy-gc]

Librarian Dorian Ashthorn

Role: Keeper of the Grand Archive and advisor on rare Resonance lore.

Resonance: Bluebeard – pretend it to be Merlin

Legacy Arte: Veil of Charms – Allows Dorian to weave intricate illusions that manipulate perceptions and emotions. His Arte is powerful enough to deceive even those wary of his intent, bending their will to suit his own. It thrives on trust and fascination, deepening his control over others.

Race: Human

Age: 35

Birthday: December 17

Height: 182 cm

Hobby: Reading ancient tomes

Like: Horror

Dislike: Everyone

Homeland: Autreim

Personality: Polished, eloquent, and magnetic, Dorian is a master manipulator who thrives in the shadows. To students and staff, he appears as the epitome of refinement—offering guidance, reciting tales, and engaging in deep, philosophical discussions. But beneath this cultivated persona is a ruthless manipulator who revels in twisting truth to serve his ends. Dorian’s charisma makes him dangerously persuasive, easily gaining allies who unknowingly aid his dark schemes.

Gift: Ornate quills, rare ink sets, or forbidden tomes. Dorian treasures items that amplify his intellectual pursuits or allow him to unravel the secrets of those around him.

Backstory: Born into the Ashthorn family, Dorian’s resonance with Bluebeard was revealed early through a private Mirror of Echo. His mother, unwilling to see her son condemned, concealed his resonance and arranged for private tutoring. In isolation, Dorian’s manipulative nature grew unchecked. He honed his Arte, experimenting with subtle illusions and persuasive techniques. When he reached adulthood, Dorian saw his family as obstacles to his ambitions. Using his Arte, he manipulated events to ensure their deaths appeared accidental, leaving him as the sole heir to the Ashthorn fortune. He joined Fablewood Academy as the Grand Librarian, where he gained access to the school’s vast repository of knowledge and power.

Goal: Dorian’s ultimate aim is to rewrite the histories and legacies of the Writers themselves, altering the foundations of Scriptoria’s reality. He plans to use an ancient and forbidden Arte hidden within the Grand Archive to modify the very texts that uphold the balance of the world. By doing so, he intends to erase the moral resonance system and reshape the legacy of the Writers to suit his narrative, positioning himself as a messianic figure. However, this reckless tampering threatens to destabilize the delicate equilibrium of Scriptoria, potentially unraveling its magic and plunging the realm into chaos.

Connection to the Player (MC): The soul of the Writers summoned the MC to Scriptoria as a counterbalance to Dorian’s threat. The MC, as an outsider, is uniquely immune to Dorian’s manipulative Arte, making them a key figure in uncovering and thwarting his plans. The MC’s resonance the Writers grants them a deep connection to the stories and histories Dorian seeks to corrupt, giving them the ability to challenge his alterations.

More infos:

[sleepyorchidmonster]

So, anyone finding it a bit scary how Gojo Skellington's design features a stitch pattern on his head that's just like Kenjaku's?

It's probably just a reference to Jack Skellington's stitched smile, but the fact that it's on his forehead, and he looks exactly like Gojo...

[tinseltina]

i love chubby azul headcanon. i'm never NOT gonna love it.

i think he'd be great representation of fat person who dieted for years and still stays fat/chubby like so many.

regardless he's still a self-hating fat person (former-fat or not) he's still insecure and still engages in disordered eating habits.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Is Ortho a sort of artificial Kaiju in your AU ro is he a type of Kaiju with the ability to use surrounding materials as a sort of armour. Because his real form is too small.

That is a very good question! I’m gonna put this under a read more just in case since there is a bit of angst in here that might make people uncomfortable, but keep in mind that some ideas may change over time if something better comes to mind.

If I have to tag it a specific way, please let me know and I’ll do so! There’s also mostly spoilers for the secondary antagonist(s) in the story, but at some point I’ll see about doing a post for these antagonists…or I might introduce them in one of the later chapters~ >v>

I’m still fleshing out some of the details on him, but for the most part—much like his normal self in game—Ortho in this AU is artificial…and yet in the same breath, he isn’t.

In the early days, Ortho was a normal Kaiju just like his brother who grew up on the Isle of Woe and traveled to the Isle of Sages at some point when they (aka Idia) were in their early teens searching for a safe place to call home. Given how emotionally shut down Idia was even amongst the most anti-social Kaiju, one had to wonder: what exactly happened to the two, and why did Idia keep this mechanical version of his brother so close? If you were to ask, all you’d get from him would be two words:

The Precursors…

No one knows what these beings are or how they came to be. No one has even seen what they look like outside of their metal shells that closely resembled humans wearing masks and carrying electro staves. Yet one thing was for sure: they moved in synch, working together in such unison that it was as if they were one being. They behaved like…a hive mind. And they were dangerous.

Were you to ask the older Kaiju themselves, it might come as a shock to learn that they fear these smaller beings due to the terrible things that they can (and have) done to their Kaiju in the past. Were they originally the creators of these giant beasts? No one can say for sure as it had been so long since the Precursors have been seen, very few Kaiju remaining from that time that even remember the truth of their origins. However…there is no mistaking that the very experiments they did has left a very real horror that still lives on even in the younger generations.

A horror that would result in the appearance of phantom Kaiju.

So…what does this have to do with Ortho? Well, messing with the very DNA of Kaiju wasn’t the only thing that was happening. After all, how else would they figure out the resiliency of these massive titans? Or perhaps they wanted to see how a mechanical version of one of the Kaiju would be received by other Kaiju? We may never truly learn what their intentions were…

How Ortho’s mind managed to survive through this ordeal is difficult to say: natural Kaiju resiliency? Sheer determination? Or sheer force of will and spirit to not leave his big brother alone in the world? Who knows. Yet, somehow, he managed to hold on to that child/cub-like joy and innocence as he follows his older brother around the Isle of Sages, consuming a mixture of organic and inorganic materials to maintain his new form over the years and utilizing energy sources around the island to stay online.

In fact, Yuu manages to see him chowing down on some metal ships from afar, during the first chapter when they’re trying to figure out how to climb down from their mountain-view “home”! The metal that constitutes his body is considered to be “living metal”, which slowly regenerates with the nanites that the Precursors installed. Consuming pure metal or even metal ores from rocks can actually help speed up this recovery too by providing the nanites in his system the materials needed, hence why he doesn’t require maintenance to replace missing or broken parts.

Like I said, I’m still working out some of the finer details behind Ortho since it would be much harder for Idia to be tech savvy in this AU (though in a way they do have their own “tech”), but I can say for sure that he’s not completely mechanical nor is he completely organic anymore. He’s still the sweet, adorable bean we all know and love, just in Kaiju form and with trauma for him and Idia!

[thatfanfictionchick]

TWST - Collar

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Leona x Val[OC]

Rating: Suggestive

Warnings: Hands around the neck; Collar wear

Word count: 1534

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“Val! Grim’s eating my food again!”

Val let her head fall back with an exaggerated groan, ignoring Ace’s angry yells. Grim, Deuce, and Ace had gone through the line ahead of her and were already seated, halfway through their lunches. She looked at Ruggie who was in line next to her loading up his and Leona’s lunches. “I don’t know what they expect me to do about it. You take life and limb in your hands trying to stop that furry black hole.”

“Hey, as long as it’s not my limbs in the fray,” Ruggie said.

“Come again, Grilled Cheeseburglar?” she teased.

“That was a fair trade!” Ruggie insisted.

“Fair how, exactly?” Val pushed.

Just then another Savanaclaw student came by, patting Ruggie on the shoulder. “Hey man, Sam’s looking for you. He says he’s got your stuff.”

“Now?!” Ruggie said. “He said it wouldn’t get here until tonight!”

“His efficacy is problematic?” Val asked.

“No,” Ruggie said. “But it’s…delicate, and I need to get it delivered ASAP.”

Val looked at the tray in his hands. “Do you want me to take Leona his lunch?”

“Would you?” Ruggie’s ears shot up eagerly. She nodded and Ruggie started moving food onto her tray.

“Where’s he at?”

“He should be in the greenhouse.” Ruggie shoved some marks, presumably from Leona, into her hand, shoved some food into his pockets, snagged an extra sandwich, and took off. “Thanks Val, I owe ya!”

As she reached the end of the line another angry shout rang out, and she turned to see Ace and Grim grappling with Deuce caught in the middle. Deciding she wanted nothing to do with all that, Val slipped out the door into the hallway and made her way to the greenhouse. It was delightfully warm, as always, and after a few minutes following the winding path she spotted the fluffy tip of Leona’s tail peeking out of some foliage. “My,” she drawled. “What a lovely tail. Would be a shame if someone were to step on it.”

“Ha ha,” Leona’s humorless laugh made her smile and the tail disappeared. Using one hand to push the broad leaves aside she stepped into the small clearing the beastly housewarden had chosen to nap in. He was lounging on his side, his head propped on his hand, his scarred eye closed. He was, she was loath to admit, disgustingly handsome for someone she wanted to kick in the ass every time she was forced to cross his path. “Ya know, I could still make good to take that tooth I wanted last time.”

“Dear, sweet, Leona,” she said haughtily, a wicked grin twisting her features. “If you want to put something in my mouth so bad there are nicer ways to ask.” That startled a legitimate laugh out of him, and she bent to put the tray on the ground. She lowered herself to the ground intending to sit cross-legged as she usually would. Halfway she was suddenly struck by the idea of doing something so crass, in a skirt, in front of literal royalty and hastily sank down with her legs folded beneath her. “I bring food.”

“What happened to Ruggie?” Leona asked, pushing himself into a sitting position and grabbing the roast beef sandwich that Ruggie had picked for him.

“Black market, probably,” she said with a shrug.

“And you came alone?” Leona teased. She picked up the bowl that held her salad and popped the lid off, ignoring the sound of disgust he made. Her nails were painted with gold glitter that flashed in the light that filtered through the plants as she poured dressing into the bowl, replaced the lid, and shook it vigorously. It was as good an excuse as any for watching her slender hands.

“Grim and Ace were fighting. Believe it or not, this was the better deal.”

“Should put a collar on that weasel.” Leona muttered.

“You could always try, if you’re feeling froggy.” Val said. She took a bite of her salad and Leona grimaced.

“Should collar the both of ya,” he taunted. “Little leaf-eaters ain’t good for much else.”

“Uh, excuse you!” she snapped, stabbing her fork into a piece of tomato. “In case you’ve forgotten, Señor Grumpy Cat, of the two of us sitting here only one of us has actually been collared.” Leona growled and while a smile played at the corner of her lips her eyes stayed firmly rooted to the dirt. She knew she had essentially taken her life in her hands with that jab, although she was mostly sure he wouldn’t actually do anything about it.

Of course, she’d been wrong before.

Quite suddenly Leona’s leather clad hands were wrapped around her neck. She squealed, frozen in place. All jokes aside, she was very aware that he could probably snap her neck with hardly any effort and the expansive greenhouse would afford him any number of places to hide a body. There was also the matter of his gloves being ridiculously soft, warm from the heat of his hands, and that if she weren’t scared for her life it would likely otherwise be an enjoyable experience. But his hands were gone just as suddenly, and she looked at him with wide eyes as he recreated the size of her neck, a sneer on his face.

“Would be such a little thing too.”

“Shut up!” she snapped with a burst of indignation. “You are so mean!” She only succeeded in making him laugh so she stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry, having nothing but childish retorts left. “Like you even actually would!”

She really didn’t like the look on his face when she said that.

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Two days later, as she was making one last clean sweep of the kitchen before bed, there was a knock at the door. A ghost courier was there, a neat black box in its hands. “Val of Ramshackle?” 

The package signed for, she sat on the sagging couch and untied the silky ribbons that held the box together. Lifting the lid revealed another box, this one with a swirling typeface imprinted on it. The second box felt soft and velvety and entirely too luxurious to be in a place like Ramshackle. She opened it and tilted her head, looking at its contents with confusion. She couldn’t immediately tell what it was, lifting the deceptively hefty leather strap out and turning it in her hands to admire the golden buckle. It was lined with what appeared to be gold velvet and as she rubbed it she realized there was something stitched near the end. Tilting it in the light, her body stiffened when she finally made out the lion's head embroidered in the velvet. She flipped it, her breath coming in angry huffs, and only then saw the small lion’s head embossed on the leather right under the buckle.

It was a collar.

“That son-of-a-bitch!” She sprang to her feet, the box and the collar falling to the floor. She stormed out of the dorm, the door clattering shut behind her. She made it halfway to the main building before the cool night air cleared her head enough to make her stop.

No. She was going about this the wrong way. If she stormed into Savanaclaw to yell at him, he would only think it was funny. And that would just make her angrier. No, she needed to do something better. If he wanted to play, she’d play too.

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The next day was the start of the weekend, but as usual in Savanaclaw there was no rest for the wicked. It was Spelldrive practice first thing in the morning and as Leona made his way to the field he spotted a lone figure leaning against one of the pillars. She was facing away from him, her hair in loose waves down her back. Unfortunately her facing away from him also gave him the opportunity to notice how very snug her jeans were. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I’m here to watch, obviously.” She didn’t turn to face him, instead continuing to scroll her phone until he reached her. She looked up at him then, a warm smile on her face as she reached up to loop her finger through the D ring on the collar. She’d gotten up early and spent a lot of time getting ready. Her lids were coated in gold shimmer and her eyes carefully lined with kohl. Gold earrings lined both ears, the lowest ones dangling to her collarbones so that no matter what the eye was drawn to her neck. It was absolutely worth it, because the moment Leona saw the collar his ears plastered back against his skull and he bit down on his bottom lip. It only lasted for a moment before he composed himself, but it was enough to supercharge Val right down to her toes. “Well?” she chirped cheerily when he still hadn’t moved several seconds later. “You gonna get out there or what?” He looked like he wanted to say something. At that moment he felt like he wanted to do something. Instead he walked away.

Forget winter, Val thought as she watched him go. War was coming.

[mishkakagehishka]

it'd be cool if mickey would end up the twist villain, but i know d*sney doesn't have the balls to do that

[twst-beam]

ASDFGHJKL it's so hard to make a twst oc without trampling on others' ideas 😭😭😭 especially since I'm endeared to those other ideas already 🥺 does this mean random shark merman with just *some* aspects of captain hook? maybe :'D

[bluesylveon2]

A theory about Skully J. Graves

Minor spoilers ahead

Okay so we all know that Skully is the new antagonist for the Halloween event. Everyone speculated that he is TWST Jack Skellington or TWST Doctor Finkelstein.

Here's the thing.

JACK IS LITERALLY IN THE TRAILER AND FEATURED IN THE SSR CARDS

This had me thinking. Who is Skully J. Graves the TWST version of?

I've read a few posts were Yana specifically designed Skully's hair to look like a skull (insert drum thing here) and his costume screams he is TWST Jack.

But how does he and Jack exist in the same space? We don't see that with any character and their Disney equivalent.

Here's the theory (a TWST theory!):

Skully J. Graves is from the Twisted Wonderland world.

The new event takes place in a book like the Stitch one, but the Stitch event never introduced personified characters. They only had people the audience is familiar with. Yet, Jack and Zero (maybe Sally too idk) will appear in the event.

My guess is that Skully somehow got trapped in the book and is gonna use the TWST boys to get out. He tries to earn their trust by spreading "Christmas" (or Halloween or who knows?) to the TWST world, which then ends in chaos.

My other guess is that he got amnesia or was originally from the book, but wants to get out after seeing the TWST boys and learning that there's a world outside of it (similar to how Jack was interested in Christmas after entering the door).

In the end, he gets stopped by Leona, Jamil, and Sebek.

Either way, he gets out somehow because his card will come in 2025. How he gets out is a good question. It's not as simple as visiting (like Rollo) or sneaking in (like Ernesto (still laughing at this)/Fellow and Gino/Gidel). I feel like his lines are gonna be funny tho for when he explains how he showed up to NRC. Let him join the Ramshackle group!

But that's just a theory. A TWST theory! :)

[silverryuan]

TWST with an Angelic Mage reader

Warning: Reader is suicidal, slight swearing.

Angel Magic revolves around summoning angels, each of which are capable of inflicting different kinds of damage. An Angelic Mage can summon them through the use of Angel Coins. Each coin representing a portion of the user's lifespan. If the summoned angel is defeated, the user will suffer great pain. Only powerful Angelic Mages are capable of summoning basic angels without a cost and suffer no drawbacks when they are defeated.

...Listen, I'm gonna be honest with you guys...

I don't really give a shit about the lore of the characters, I'm mostly interested in the magic/skills they use (examples: Blood Mage, Angelic Mage).... Why do I like risky magic concept? I don't know. I just think they're creative. Like, when there's a protagonist that just punches things with fire magic, ooh so classic. When there's an antagonist with a destructive magic but there's one flaw or loophole about it that the protagonist has to figure out in order to defeat them, wow ok cool... BUT THEN THERE'S THAT ONE SIDE CHARACTER EITHER THAT DOESN'T GET ENOUGH SCREENTIME OR WE'LL NEVER GET TO SEE AGAIN THAT HAS A CREATIVE CONCEPT OF THEIR MAGIC: SUMMONS ANGELS, CONTROL BLOOD VESSELS, STABS THEMSELVES TO UNLEASH THEIR BUILT-UP MANA TO DEMOLISH SHIT. LITERALLY DESTROYS EVERYTHING INCLUDING THEMSELVES BECAUSE HELL NAH THEY AIN'T GOING TO JAIL.

...Sorry, I'm just rambling at this point, please excuse me. Now, onto the story!

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• .........................This is boring.

• You thought that it's your time to arrive at death's door but no. Instead, you have to wait inside this stupid coffin for what it feels like eternity. Thank god that this fiery gremlin gave you an excuse to come out. This way, the Grim Reaper won't punish you for coming out of your coffin~

• Oh! It looks like this creature's name is Grim. How cute! Until he demanded that you strip. Not cute! What's that? He'll roast you if you won't strip off your robe? What a coincidence! Your little angels are hungry for some weasel, silly Grim 😊........... Run🙂.

{Meanwhile, at the ceremony}

• While the Dark Mirror sorts all of the students to their respective dorms, Crowley went to the Hall of Mirrors to fetch the last coffin. He was quite puzzled when the coffin did not respond to his call to levitate to the ceremony room.

Dark Mirror: "Hmmm... Heartslabyul!"

Azul: "My, that's quite a number of students for this year."

Leona: "Yawn... When will this be over?"

Riddle: "How impatient, Kingscholar. There's only 1 hour and 23 minutes left until the ceremony ends and that's your 12th yawn."

Idia, via tablet: "Dude, you've been counting his yawns?"

Kalim: "Huh... Is that enough time for Jamil to prepare the Welcoming Party?"

{Meanwhile at Scarabia}

Jamil, setting up the plates: "WHERE IS THE CHICKEN SALAD?!"

Scarabia Student A, cutting the vegetables: "I'M MAKING IT--"

Jamil: "DO IT FASTER! WHY IS THIS KEBAB STILL RAW?!"

Scarabia Student B, holding a flaming pan: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"

{Back at the ceremony}

Kalim: "...Nah, It's Jamil! I'm sure he can handle it."

Vil: "Bring the next coffin. I still have an interview tonight."

• The headmage returned to the room with no coffin.

Crowley: "... I think we'll be behind schedule for a bit."

Leona: "And what do you mean by that ?"

Crowley: "The last coffin is empty."

Vil: "... Pardon?"

Riddle: "How in Twisted Wonderland...?"

Azul: "Impossible. That can't be."

Crowley: "Do not worry! For I will graciously search for them myself--"

• Just as he was about to turn back with his lash, a small screaming monster burst through the doors and ran inside the room. The monster hid behind Crowley, using him like a shield. The students overheard the loud monster and pulled out their magical pens.

Grim: "FNYAAAAH! THEY'RE GONNA EAT ME!"

Crowley: "What the- Halt, monster! You should not be on campus-"

Grim: "THEY'RE SCARY! DON'T LET THEM GET NEAR ME! SHUT THE DOORS BEFORE THEY GET IN!!"

Crowley: "Who?"

?????!??????: "...Hehehe...😊"

• The two looked at the hallway of the door and see a silhouette of a person approaching the room. The headmage then recognized the robe and immediately thought that the person is the missing student. The alerted students put away your magical pen, thinking that the monster is your familiar.

Grim: "I-IT'S THEM! CLOSE IT! CLOSE IIIT!!"

?????!??????: "Be not afraid 😇."

Grim: "Fnyaagh!!"

Crowley: "Ah! You must be the last student. Quite the impatient one, are you?"

?????!??????: "I apologize. But I simply couldn't bear to wait any longer."

Crowley: "You must also tame your familiar properly! Look at how afraid he is of you!"

Grim: "Fnyagh?! Heck no! I'm not this weirdo's pet! A-and the Great Grim's scared of no one!"

?????!??????: "You're not? Oh well, I guess I just misunderstood your appearance then."

Crowley: "He's not yours?"

Grim & ?????!??????: "Nope!"

Crowley: "Then I will order students to throw this beast off of campus."

Grim: "FNYAGH! WAIT, YA CAN'T DO THAT! I'M A MAGE HERE! NOOOOO!! JUST YOU WAIT! I'LL BE THE GREATEST MAGE IN THIS SCHOOL!!!"

• The headmage then called a couple of students to restrain the monster and drag him out of the room. It's a shame~ You really thought that this feline will guide you to heaven but you couldn't help but feel a little bad. Just a little bit. Wait, did he just say school?

Crowley: "Ahem! Without further ado, let the ceremony continue! Please stand in front of the Dark Mirror and say your name."

?????!??????: "...Why?"

Crowley: "To sort you, of course. Now go."

Leona: "Finally. This stupid ceremony better be over.... Yawn"

Riddle: "That's your 13th yawn."

Idia: "Bruh, just stop counting."

• You noted that some students still kept their guard up, thinking that if the monster was so scared of you to the point of running and hiding, then you might be the bigger monster. The students near you stepped away after sensing your heavy aura.

• The mask-wearing man shoved you in front of an old, intricately designed mirror. A face appeared on the surface, scowling at you.

Dark Mirror: "State thy name."

AngelMage! Yuu: "AngelMage! Yuu."

• The mirror stared intensely at you before expressing shock and disdain. Almost like it sees through you...

Dark Mirror: "...This soul does not belong in any dorm."

• The crowd of students gasped in shock and the headmage is in disbelief. Whispers among the students soon filled the room, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere.

Crowley: "I do not understand! The Ebony Carriage would never... How?!"

Dark Mirror: "Thy soul... Is dark... Their soul is divine but impure... Their light is bright but tainted..."

Crowley: "Tainted?.... Could it be? Blot?"

Dark Mirror: "...This one possesses an art form of magic that is celestial, yet uses it for horrible intentions, throwing no caution of the power they hold..."

Azul, pushing his glasses up: "Celestial, you say?"

Idia: "Damn, this sounds like an anime scene."

Dark Mirror: "... The darkness in their soul has swallowed and layered their heart. Thus, they do not belong in any dorm."