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[twstchaos]

Missy Chievous: Birthday Bloom / Bloom Broom Birthday SSR - Happy Birthday

Do not mind me, just casually a day late for the birthday post.

The Magical Pendulum has decided Missy’s birthday fate. 

Sonne Clemens belongs to @twstwhisper. 

“Happy Birthday” vignette and the random urge to write dialogue solely in the Harveston accent under the cut. 

Happy Birthday (Part One)

INT. DIASOMNIA DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE

MISSY: It’s gettin’ late. Ah sure hope the Magical Pendulum didn’t forget about me this year... 

???: Sorry that it took me a while, the dorm leader wanted to make sure my appearance was in order. 

SONNE: Joyeux anniversaire, Missy!

MISSY: SONNE BESTIE, HI!

MISSY: Ah really lucked out wit havin’ ya as mah presenter this year!

SONNE: ...could you be any louder?

MISSY: Hmm? Didya say somethin’?

SONNE: Nope, nothing at all. Let’s just get this interview underway. 

MISSY: ALRIGHT! Fire away, Sonne!

SONNE: Okay, your first question is “if you could use flight magic to go anywhere, where would you like to go?”

MISSY: Hmm, that’s a good question. Lemme think... 

MISSY: There’s this country off the coast of the Queendom of Roses. Ah’ve always wanted ta go there ever since Ah was little.

SONNE: Country off of the coast... 

SONNE: That’s Albion, right?

MISSY: Yeah! That’s actually where mah mum’s from, well, her ancestors that is. 

MISSY: Ah mean, Ah don’t need flight magic ta get there, so Ah guess it’s just somewhere Ah would like ta go. 

SONNE: Though, since your mum’s family is from Albion, why hasn’t she taken you there herself?

MISSY: Uhm, Ah’ve never really tried ta ask her ‘bout goin’. It’s just somethin’ Ah’ve always thought ‘bout. 

MISSY: Honestly, Ah dunno much about Albion ta begin wit.

MISSY: Ah just know that the family has a HUGE estate there. 

—

Happy Birthday (Part Two)

INT. DIASOMNIA DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE

SONNE: Alright, time for the second question. 

SONNE: “What is your best class?”

MISSY: Ha! The all-powerful me has got two answers for that!

MISSY: Ahm pretty good, if Ah say so mahself, with the more “do it” classes like flight in PE and Practical Magic. 

MISSY: Ahm more of a hands-on learner than a “read about it in a book” learner. 

MISSY: When Ah do somethin’, Ah do it flawlessly. 

MISSY: Magic just comes naturally to me!

SONNE: Okay, I get what you mean.

SONNE: How about from those two, which is your favorite?

MISSY: Ah bet yer thinkin’ it’s flight, but ya’ll be surprised to know it’s Practical Magic. 

MISSY: Ah don’t really know why Ah like it more, but Ah just do.

MISSY: Ah just feel such a rush whenever Ah complete a spell perfectly. 

MISSY: Also, competing and beating both Epel and Roche at seeing who can do the spell first is always the highlight of the class for me.

MISSY: So yeah, Ah love Practical Magic. 

—

Happy Birthday (Part Three)

INT. DIASOMNIA DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE

SONNE: Okay, time for the final question. 

SONNE: “What would you like to do in the coming year?”

MISSY: Honestly, Ah’ve never really thought ‘bout this much.

MISSY: Ah guess like any first-going-ta-second year on the Magift team, Ah’d like ta be first string but not much else. 

MISSY: Actually, there is another thing Ah’m hopin’ ta get better at. 

SONNE: Oh? What’s that?

MISSY: Ah’ve been workin’ on mah Unique Magic to transform inta a lot more. 

SONNE: Ah, yes, your Unique Magic.

MISSY: Once we say what Ah could potentially do, Ah put in the effort ta get there. 

MISSY: And with the help of Néné, Malleus, and everyone else in Diasomnia, Ah have finally mastered “kitty form!”

SONNE: ...oh, good grief. I’m sensing more pranks in the future.

MISSY: Ehehe, ya know it!

MISSY: But since it is a very drastic transformation, Ah can only sustain it for a few minutes right now. 

MISSY: BUT AH WILL OBTAIN MAXIMUM KITTY POWER! 

MISSY: NOW THAT IS MAH PLAN FOR THE COMING YEAR!

—

SONNE: As much as I would love to hear more about how you plan on terrorizing unsuspecting members of the student body with your “maximum kitty power,” our time together for your birthday interview has come to an end. Please accept this broom. 

MISSY: Aww, Ah wanted to chat more with mah bestie!

MISSY: But Ah guess we can continue this later! 

MISSY: Now it's time for me ta show off mah flying prowess!

SONNE: You got this, Missy, and happy birthday!

—

MISSY: Shoulders back, chest high, head up, and FLY!

[tinyfantasminha]

''They're never apart, from when they wake up to the moment they go to bed. They walk together, eat together... I'm sure I'll be the same. When I fall in love with someone, I'll want to be with them for life.''

base ref from @/emtfira on twitter

[ashipiko]

Birthday Showcase (Ashi) will be available for a limited time starting June 5th!

This showcase features a limited-time SSR Ashi (Birthday Jacket) card!

EVENT NOTES BELOW ↓↓↓

WHOS READY FOR ROUND TWO. IM NOT??? HAVE I ACTUALLY BEEN ON TUMBLR THIS LONG ALREADY????? 😭😭 well anyway!! got thru the pains of card making and now we’re here </3 not really excited for the groovy but. we will get thru 🫡

THIS YEARS EVENT WILL BE THE SAME AS THE LAST!! <3 send asks and wish Ashi some bday wishes and get an OC interaction and/or doodle in response!!! 🤔 no promises it’ll be a lot but I’ll try my best to get thru them all

I THINK THATS IT? ILL REBLOG THIS IF ANYTHING. hopefully a month in advance is good enough HAHAHA

[sunnysidesevenup]

Yuichi Dorm SSR

Vignette under the cut

A Little Silly - Part I

Ace: Hey, Yu— WOAH! Why are all these boxes here?

Ace: I can hardly see anything. Hey, Yuu?!

Yuichi: Ace?

Ace: There you are! What are you doing?

Yuichi: Oh, sorry for the mess. I was looking for fabric.

Ace: Okay…. And you need fabric, why?

Yuichi: I’m sewing.

Ace: Uh… elaborate a little more, maybe?

Yuichi: The Headmage told me I needed a housewarden uniform, but, well…

Yuichi: He gave me an old one. It’s over there.

Ace: Where?

Yuichi: Right there.

Ace: What? Those rags? No way.

Yuichi: Yeah…

Ace: He expected you to wear that?

Yuichi: I guess so. I decided to make myself a uniform instead.

Ace: Yeah, I don’t blame you. I didn’t know you could sew, though.

Yuichi: It’s my hobby.

Yuichi: Although I wish I had a sewing machine, I’m stuck doing this all by hand.

Ace: Is it that hard?

Yuichi: Well, look at my hands.

Ace: WOAH! Are you okay? That’s a lot of bandages.

Yuichi: I’m fine. I just keep stabbing myself on accident. Grim made it worse.

Ace: That’s not really the definition of “fine”, dude, but okay. Is that why Grim isn’t with you?

Yuichi: Yeah, I banished him while I’m working.

Ace: Ha! Bet he hated that.

Yuichi: He really did. I’ll need to buy him tuna to make up for it.

Ace: He’ll complain all day if you don’t.

Ace: So… What type of uniform are you making? Something fancy?

Yuichi: Maybe. I could have matching bows with Grim—that would be cute, right?

Ace: Are you going for “cute”? Haha, I didn’t know you liked stuff like that.

Yuichi: Well, I don’t know if it will look good on me. What do you think?

Ace: Hey, don’t ask me. I just got handed my Heartslabyul uniform and that was it, I didn’t have to worry about designing anything.

Yuichi: You’re not very helpful.

Ace: Hey! I’m plenty helpful.

Yuichi: Hmm…

Ace: Don’t look at me like that, dude.

Ace: How long is this going to take you, anyways?

Yuichi: A month, maybe?

Ace: A MONTH?

Yuichi: Hand sewing, remember?

Ace: Right…

-

A Little Silly - Part 2

Ace: So, would you like any help with the uniform?

Yuichi: No offense, but I don’t really trust you.

Ace: Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?

Yuichi: …

Ace: Stop that! I could help with magic, okay?

Yuichi: No thanks.

Ace: Fine, but I’m not offering again.

Yuichi: That’s fine.

Yuichi: But hey, at least the finished thing will be a fun surprise.

Yuichi: I can show you first before anyone else, if you’d like?

Ace: Why would I care about something like that?

Yuichi: …

Yuichi: Alright, I guess I can show Deuce before you then.

Ace: I see what you’re doing.

Yuichi: Is it working?

Ace: Yeah.

Ace: Don’t you DARE show Deuce before me.

Yuichi: Haha, okay.

Yuichi: I might have to show Grim before you though. He lives here.

Ace: Fine. But no one else!

Ace: I want to make fun of you first if it looks bad.

Yuichi: …

Yuichi: That’s not really a vote of confidence.

Yuichi: I’m hoping it DOESN’T look bad.

Ace: I guess we’ll see.

Yuichi: I guess we will.

-

A Little Silly - Part 3

- One Month Later -

Ace: Yuu, I got your text—where are you?

Yuichi: In my room! Give me a second.

Ace: What are you doing?

Yuichi: I finished my housewarden uniform.

Ace: Oh! I almost forgot about that. Are you trying it on now?

Yuichi: Yeah.

Yuichi: Okay, here. How do I look?

Ace: …

Yuichi: It’s a little silly, right? Haha, I feel like I’m at the theatre.

Yuichi: Ace?

Ace: …It looks good.

Yuichi: Oh, really? I was scared for a second when you didn’t say anything.

Ace: What’s with the, uh, tattered ends of your coat?

Yuichi: Oh! I decided to use the old uniform the Headmage gave me for it. I think it looks a little cool.

Yuichi: Do I fit in with the other housewardens now?

Ace: You know a fancy outfit still isn’t going to make you a real housewarden, right?

Yuichi: Obviously. Let me have my fun.

Ace: Well, you DO fit in better now.

Yuichi: Really?

Ace: Yeah.

Ace: Hey… Maybe I’ll get you to make me some clothes, now that I know you’re decent at it.

Yuichi: I’m not making you free clothes.

Ace: What?! Why not? I could save a ton of money!

Yuichi: Woah… You really know NOTHING about sewing, do you?

Ace: Huh?

Yuichi: Then again, with YOUR clothes…

Yuichi: Maybe I’ll give you a friend’s discount. I feel kind of bad for you.

Ace: Wait, what does THAT mean?

Yuichi: …

Ace: Yuu? Wh—Yuichi! Don’t just walk away!

Ace: What’s wrong with my clothes?!

[salty-rey]

Glorious Masquerade | Vignette

"It's the city! See? This is Noble Bell College, and this is the river!"

My vignette for Yasuho's Maquerade card! I plan to write a story later on. I'm just too excited to wait!

[twstinginthewind]

"Come on! Let's get this thing soaring! We'll dance on the breeze!"

Arriving in the beautiful city of Altus, Joker is ready for a fine day at @the-trinket-witch 's Airborne Afternoon! The parks and scenery are way prettier than she expected for such an industrial place; she can definitely see some similarities to her own hometown in the Queendom of Roses.

I was very excited to put together a steampunk-inspired look, and I tried my best to work in the colors and motifs from the Heartslabyul uniforms.

Full outfit image under the cut (bc I didn't spend an afternoon struggling with a cage petticoat to have 10% of it visible in the final art, come ONNNNNN)

I also really like the shoes! Full outfit vertically aligned SSR cards when, twst?

If you read this far, you rule and i love you

[the-trinket-witch]

Imagine That

(vignette for Eugenio, my Yuu for TWST. Set early in the school year. Inspired HEAVILY By Spielberg's Hook. CW for cussing I guess??)

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Everything was moving so fast. Being thrust into a whole new world like some generic isekai, to having full confirmation -and conversation- with ghosts, to learning that magic exists, and there were whole schools dedicated to its study. Eugenio didn't get much of a chance to really get their footing. Professor Trein had been a buoy in a raging sea of uncertainty; the books of Twisted Wonderland’s history at least kept them from seeming as much like an interloper than they already did. So it wasn't much of a surprise to know Grim’s and their GPA was only held up by their Alchemy and History grades. They didn't require magic, or at least had work arounds for the magicless Prefect and the greatest -but least experienced- mage to ever live. One thing that had been taught early in their newfound circumstances was that magic required imagination to be executed properly. Ace and Deuce found that hard to believe, if their stuffy yet powerful House warden was anything to go by. They could at least see why Sebek had difficulty with some of the more abstract spells being taught, and with Epel’s colorful language, when Vil wasn't around, gave him an inverse edge. But regardless, it wouldn't have mattered if Yuu could imagine this entire world in some fever dream; no magic was no magic. And Grim was Grim, all 9 stubborn kilograms of him.

It seemed even the curriculum was out to show how much the two didn't belong. Yuu was dreading what the day was going to bring; there was a heavy emphasis in the email sent to have a hearty breakfast, and lunch period was going to have a special announcement. Albert was unfortunately not of any help-he didn’t want to make assumptions on how much RSA and NRC’s curricula overlapped and give the wrong idea of what to expect. It didn’t help, either, that the rest of the 2nd years were advised to keep hush-hush about things. Yuu and Grim would get their answer the moment they, Ace and Deuce entered the cafeteria. Ghosts handed out a pamphlet as folks entered, explaining things. But before anyone could read it, a collective shock washed over the first years. The other ghostly staff were continuing on their daily serving routines: shuffling bins of food, offering out bowls and plates supposedly filled with food. It certainly smelled like NRC’s daily lunch trappings. The griddles even sizzled as if cooking meat, and steam from the trays fogged up the sneeze guards. The only problem: every tray, dish and bin was utterly empty. Devoid of any trace of what one might constitute as ‘food’.

“F’NYAH?! What’s the deal? Where’s the food?!” Grim yowled.

“Dude, how ‘bout reading the paper. I’ll, uh, grab lunch, I guess…” Yuu sighed.

The blue beast grumbled, but complied if only to not be made to carry any of the empty dishes.

First Year Students, Welcome once again to the beginnings of your magical academic career here at Night Raven College. It should already have been covered in your classes about the mechanics of magic: The magic you hold is channeled through your pen’s magestone and made manifest with a combination of spells and will. Willpower is actually one mental aspect of spellcasting. The other: Imagination. The stronger the imagination, the more effective one’s spellwork is. This exercise lasting the entirety of your lunch period will help you flex your imaginative muscles. For your lunch to appear, one must imagine -manifest in your mind- the items you can sense through the smells and sounds still provided. If by the end of this lunch period, nothing can be gleaned, unfortunately the typical lunch fee will not be refunded and no other opportunities until dinner period will be provided. Best of luck and happy imagineering~

D. Crowley, Headmaster

“You’re fuckin’ kidding,” Yuu grumbled.

All their reservations based on their academic ‘success’ thus far were suddenly filling the forefront of their mind. I guess that means we don’t eat til dinner…Ace and Deuce kept to either side of Yuu as they all sat; they too were concerned about having nothing to show for the price of their lunch. The only thing that could make such an ‘exercise’ worse was…

“HUMAN: I will be taking this spot-nowhere else is available. How fortunate for you to have a mage like me willing to sit here. Maybe some of my ambient magic will let you imagine a crumb for lunch,” Sebek bellowed.

The most Yuu offered in response was a sigh and bang-hidden roll of the eyes. Fantastic.

“‘Nowhere’ else? Y’sure it’s not cause nobody wants you to sit with them?” Ace grumbled.

“Let the weak be intimidated by my presence. It just shows my training has been paying off,” Sebek huffed. It wasn’t a rebuff, by the other fours’ account.

The scents were there, but it just wasn’t enough for Yuu to imagine themselves eating anything. Grim sat in their lap, mumbling over forking up a plate of imaginary carbonara. Every empty bite drew out a whine or grumble of the beast’s gullet. Sebek kept a revelrous reptilian eye on the pair, and a satisfied grin as he could only pantomime a forkful of something to his lips.

“What’re you all smug about?” Ace drawled.

“You three -and a half- look hungry~” Sebek smirked. “Can’t think of anything to put on your plate? Typical humans. Lacking in strength, stamina, magical prowess and even the brains to imagine simple food.”

“Least I got enough brains to think about more than licking my boss’ boots. Is that what you’re noshing on right now?” Yuu drawled. “You look like you’d eat anything if there were shoe polish on it.”

“EXCUSE ME?” Sebek roared. “How dare you insult one of Master Malleus’ knights!” But before he lashed out at the human across from him, he stopped, resuming the self-assured look he wore before. “What am I getting upset over? You’re but an annoying, magicless whelp. You have a familiar but still can’t use magic. And the headmaster made you Prefect of all things. Laughable for a cumberground dullard like you.”

“I wouldn’t give half a damn what your ‘Master’ thinks, if he’s willing to hire a cotton-headed ninny muggin like you,” Yuu spat back.

They snapped out a bandana from their pocket; if they were in for war, they wanted their bangs tied back to look the enemy in the eye.

“Oooh, tying back that coxcomb now, are we? What can you or that mangy moggy do against me? He looks like the spawn of a couple of hamsters and a bush of elderberries. Beslubbering louts, the both of you.

“Hey!” Deuce shouted. “What the Seven’s your problem?”

“Oh, so that’s it; you humans can’t do anything by yourselves, and need someone with actual magical potential to back you up?”

Yuu took Deuce by the shoulder, thrusting him down as they shot up. Grim’s ears laid flat, ready for a fight. And from the growing, rhythmic clatter of flatware, their squabble had the rest of the cafeteria rearing for one as well. Chants of ‘Zigvolt! Zigvolt!’ began to rise in pitch alongside the clattering. It only served to make the half-fae’s smugness spread further up his cheeks.

“Warthog-faced Buffoon.”

“Milksop.”

“Nerf-Herder.”

“Mollycoddle.”

“Son of a motherless goat!”

“Up your rear, Cow derriere!"

“Up your ass, Sassafras!”

Most of the chanting of Sebek’s name was quickly being drowned out by snickers and giggles. But it was Ace bursting with Yuu’s most recent volley that started getting folks rolling. Some still cheered for Sebek, but his anger was making him falter, and lose focus.

“Mewling, Flea-bitten nincompoop!”

“You’re what the French call, ‘Les Incompetents’.” Yuu only offered a wan, but calculating look. They had movie lines queued up til Sebek was red in the face.

“Idiotic…childish…tch-irredeemable horse’s ass!” Sebek spat, trying to get something out. If the Prefect wanted to swing low, then he had conceded to fighting just as dirty.

“If I'm a horse’s ass, how ‘bout a kiss? Ya goose-stepping, spearmint, sawtooth cabrón, lappin’ at your own cloaca, with a raging case of Tinkerbell Envy!”Yuu huffed out the last of their breath, having gotten out something that sounded like it had been held back since they got there.

Chants of ‘Prefect, Prefect' started to rise out of the hush blanketing the hall. Sebek gaped, the rage building even more. His fingers crackled with barely bridled electric fury.

“Psst, Yuu: what’s a cloaca?” Deuce murmured, hoping to not be heard. Grim heard, of course, but had a similar question.

“Wanna know what a cloaca is? THAT’S a cloaca: it's the hind end of a bird or reptile, that nine times outta ten spews shit! I ain't the one today, Crocodile Dun-Doofus, I'm from Oakland!”

Small arcs of electricity danced across the table, all stemming from Sebek’s grip. Yuu didn't care; they scooped up and plunked back down with Grim in their lap. They casually pantomimed lifting something off their plate, observing the non-existent food dripping in their hand. Grim in turn snatched up a spoon and shoveled up a mass of nothing and wrenched it back.

“Hey, Sebek: why don’t’cha make like a tree and get outta here?” Yuu recited, before flinging the imaginary slab of food across the table. Grim let his spoonful of ammo fly as well, but immediately gasped in surprise.

Something connected.

A spatter of mashed potatoes and slab of Salisbury steak clung to the half-fae’s face for a moment. Sebek wasn't sure why he'd flinched when they ‘tossed’ their ammo, but to have actual food slap him in the face left him stunned. His bright green eyes bored back in shock as the steak and potatoes slid down his blazer. Across the table, Yuu, Grim, Ace and Deuce were equally stunned. Glances danced back and forth between the soiled Sebek and the once-empty dinnerware.

“Wait, how did you do that?” Ace gasped.

“I…I just thought…maybe cause I got Grim here…?” Yuu murmured. Proximity, maybe? Grim’s innate magical reserves, sparked into action by Yuu’s imagination?

They continued to ponder as their and everyone else’s eyes wandered the suddenly expansive spread of food people had picked out. Pasta, steak and gravy, salads, burgers and sandwiches, and an especially colorful assortment of desserts laid before everyone. 

Grim wasted no time. He dove into the dish before him, cackling with manic victory. It became everyone’s cue to dig in before the period was up. Sebek clawed the mess off of his face before storming off. His face grew hot at the notion he -one of Draconia’s knights- had been clobbered with food and brow-beat by a ‘lowly’ human. He snatched at an apple to angrily chew on the situation. 

Yuu, at that point, was so emotionally spent that they couldn't really find themselves hungry anymore. Grim was more than happy to take their stead. They grinned a bit to feel Deuce shaking them by the shoulder in congratulations. 

“Hey, that was actually kinda cool, dude,” Spade said. “I hope he leaves ya alone after this. I wonder if any of the teachers are watching. Maybe you'll get extra credit?”

“Maaan, that’d be your luck, wouldn't it?” Ace whined. “I better not start getting teachers on my ass about you tutoring me.”

“Doubt it,” Yuu chuffed.

“Ya, they'll have ya bein’ tutored by me, y’know~” Grim snickered.

“Doubt that,” Ace grumbled. “Still, gotta hand it to ya: you pulled through. Here, congrats.”

Yuu was still coming down from their squabble, but talking with Deuce didn't let them see what Ace was offering to congratulate them. They turned back, only to get a spatter of mousse square on the nose. A few giggles, Epel offering some himself, came from the table behind Yuu. The Prefect snerked, appreciative of the ‘gesture’. It erupted into a full cackle, bringing more folks in to join. Ace howled at the sight, until he too got a gauntlet-throwing slap across the face with another flap of steak. 

Thus opened the food flood gates. 

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Up in the window sill, second and third year students clung, flew and hovered to catch a peek at the first years. A certain pair, Diasomnia’s housewarden and vice lead, spied over the proceedings with intrigue. This hadn't happened before. Not a food fight, and certainly not the exercise executed by someone without magic.

“Do be sure to talk with Sebek when he gets back. He looks like he could use a little pick-me-up,” Lilia cooed.

But Malleus wasn't paying mind to Lilia. His focus had honed in on the Prefect. They recognized the sight of them around that Ramshackle building. Even though they were able to imagine the food out of hiding, they still had that void of an aura all non-magical folk lacked. Curious little thing, he thought. He’s been avoiding the old mansion he used to haunt, with it no longer being his own to wander. At first he remembered having a sort of resentment towards the new tenants, but now that seemed so childish. One of the new tenants had just become quite interesting.

“BANGARAAAANG!” Came crowing out of the Prefect.

Both fae wheeled back to see them having climbed onto a table. Over their head, they held Grim, who chucked a hefty lob of custard out to some unlucky boy below. Their battlecry was met in kind, as was a torrential volley of food right back at the both of them. Yuu instinctively held Grim up to their chest, tucking behind him and letting him receive most of the onslaught. They couldn't help laughing even more to see Grim’s caked face despite his attempts to devour the ammo.

“Fufu, it’s been a while since I've heard that,” said Lilia. “I wonder how those boys are doing, now that I think about it…”

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[tixdixl]

"Happy 100th Anniversary" - Oisin's Platinum Jacket Vignette P3

Oisín: [We’ve come across a classic- the demi-god hero trying to reach out for the soul of his lover in the rivers of the Underworld.]

Riddle: If I remember correctly, when he removed his hands from the water, his hands had aged tremendously. Served him right… consequences for breaking the rules. 

Oisín: [You mean the properties of the river?]

Riddle: I suppose if you want to call it that. The dead cannot co-exist with the living. Those were the rules as depicted in the historical accounts and legends. 

Oisín: [>w>]

Riddle: …I don’t like that look. What are you thinking? You’re not going to try and disagree with me, are you?

Oisín: [No, no… It’s just got me wondering.]

Riddle: …what about?

Oisín: [Has there ever been something or someone in your life that you cared enough about that you would be willing to break or even defy the rules just to take care of them or have them in your life?]

Riddle, looking perplexed: What does that have to do with anything?

Oisín: [Well, that’s what this painting is depicting. The hero loved the maiden so much that he was willing to break the rules and plunge into the river of spirits to save her.]

Oisín: [Sure, he broke the rules. But he accepted the consequences because her life mattered more.]

Riddle: …I suppose when you put it that way, it does make him sound more heroic, doesn’t it? Or perhaps foolish might be a better word.

Oisín: [Perhaps, but I think it's possible for any person - human, fae, doesn’t matter- to care so profoundly that they are willing to stare the rules - even Death herself- in the face and say “So what?”]

Riddle: …I’m not sure I agree with that. I certainly wouldn’t.

Oisín: [...]

Oisín: [Call it a hunch, but I’m not sure I believe you. There’s really no one you care enough about that you would be willing to break the rules and accept the verdict? No one at all?]

Riddle: I– well… I-... I suppose you could say that I have done that before. But that was years ago–

Oisín: [-And you don’t think it would happen again?]

Riddle: …I suppose it could. My dormmates have really pushed me since the Unbirthday Party to loosen up.

Oisín: [And you struggle with that?]

Riddle: More than I’d care to admit, but I am… willing to try if it means my time with my friends is fruitful.

Oisín: [UwU Told you so.]

Riddle: Oh, buzz off!

Oisín: [If it came down to it, you would break the rules~]

Riddle: I said I’d be more lenient, not that I’d stare Death in the face and say “Do your worst!”

Oisín: [lol that’s fair. And in your defense-]

Riddle: Not that I need one.

Oisín: [-no one walks away from meeting Death and comes out the same person, totally unscathed and unchanged. And few are bold enough to stand down against her and refute her claims on their life.]

Riddle: Bold is too generous a word, frankly. Most people aren’t impulsive or rash enough to make such a foolish decision.

Oisín: [Maybe… and yet, there are those who are willing to abandon those fears, abandon reason, or even abandon everything they own if it means walking away from that chance in triumph. Many who are willing to sacrifice themselves, to offer up the only power and control they believe they have in their heart of hearts if only once more they could witness a glimpse of the unyielding joy and hold onto even a fraction of the warmth of their cherished one’s embrace.]

Oisín: [The fear of fleeting memory, that you might one day forget the sound of their laugh, the gleam in their eyes, the beat of their heart… It's an incredibly powerful fear. One that will drive even the most cowardly men to madness, and the bravest to their early demise.]

Riddle: …if I might be bold for a moment- you seem to really be enjoying this line of conversation. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so enthusiastic… I never imagined you would be someone to wax poetics like that.

Oisín: [^///^; uh… blame Rook?]

Riddle, squinting: uh huh. Sure.

…

Riddle: Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have places to be, and punctuality is key. I appreciate you taking the time to chat with me. I rather enjoyed it.

Oisín: [No problem, really! Thanks for walking with me.]

Oisín: [...there was another exhibit I wanted to see. It should be coming up soon.]

Oisín: [Aha!! OwO Found it]

Oisín: [Moments before his demise, the bumbling school teacher dances the night away with the woman of his dreams.]

Oisín: [Amazing how easy it is to lower your guard when you're in the presence of someone who you care so much about, even if the presence of Death lurks behind every corner.]

Oisín: [Only Death herself knows when she will call for you. And you will lose so much when the time comes for me to escort you there.]

~~~

Part 1

Part 2

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

The thought of Leona and Jade having one sided beef with Silver over miss Raven is so funny to me 😭😭😭 Silver is just like "I'm glad miss Raven has so many people who care for her. She is a nice girl", meanwhile Raven is shooting him looks begging for him to save her from J word's claws

Why is this a series now: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Silver is too pure to register any Real Beef directed toward him… He likes to think the best of others!

“You’re one of the few people I can trust at this school teeming with unsavory folk,” Miss Raven would huff, plunking herself down beside Silver in the courtyard. “I’m going to stay right here, where it is comfortable and safe!”

He gives a small smile, trying to be encouraging. “You’re welcome to stay by me if you like… but if you’re having friendship problems, it would be best to talk things out with them.”

“Silver-senpai, Jade literally paralyzed a man with a dubious mushroom he found on an excursion… FOR FUN.”

He wins her heart by doing nothing but being himself… L*ona and J word silently coping and seething/j

[midnightmah07]

Lab wear Daisy!!💙

I was gonna wait until I did Perse and Jeanne's lab wear cards so I could post them all together but I'm wayyy too impatient for that-

Perse's lab wear card

Jeanne's lab wear card

[twstchaos]

Missy Chievous: Birthday Jacket / Union Birthday SSR - Happy Birthday

The Magical Birthday Dice has decided Missy’s birthday fate. 

Nālani Kalani belongs to @twstrhythm. 

Thistle Star belongs to @twstschemer. 

“Happy Birthday” vignette and proof of why I should not be allowed to write for Hawaiian/local-coded characters under the cut. 

Happy Birthday (Part One)

INT. DIASOMNIA DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE

MISSY: What is taking the presenter so long?

MISSY: Are people starting to forget I’m an April Fools’ baby again?

???: I’m finally here, so let’s get this interview started!

NĀLANI: Howzit, I’ll be your presenter today!

MISSY: So, you were chosen.

MISSY: What’s up, Nālani~

MISSY: Let’s get this party started!

NĀLANI: Happy birthday, Missy! Here’s the present I brought!

MISSY: Woah!

MISSY: A PARTY CANNON!

MISSY: Thanks, Nālani!

MISSY: Ehehe, this party’s gettin’ better and better!

NĀLANI: Great to know that you like the present.

MISSY: OOOH, LET’S POP IT RIGHT NOW!

NĀLANI: YEAH! Let’s make lots of noise!

*POP*

MISSY: WOW! The confetti is so pretty!

MISSY: I want more, ehehe~

MISSY: Oh yeah, thanks again for the present!

—

Happy Birthday (Part Two)

INT. DIASOMNIA DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE

NĀLANI: Au’right, now let’s get to the interview!

MISSY: Shoot~

NĀLANI: If you could bring one person with you on a deserted island, who would you choose?

MISSY: Hmm... That’s an easy question. Re—

NĀLANI: It can’t be someone from your dorm.

MISSY: Damn it, now I actually have to think. Hmm...

MISSY: ...

MISSY: ...

MISSY: Thistle.

NĀLANI: Ooh, my dorm mate. Not surprising considering your shared need for chaos.

NĀLANI: At least you’ll both have fun on the island together.

MISSY: Uh, no.

MISSY: He’s a jellyfish merman, and I can use my Unique Magic to turn myself into a mermaid.

MISSY: We’re both escaping from the very first moment we arrive on the island.

NĀLANI: That was an unexpectedly planned out answer.

MISSY: I have my moments~

—

Happy Birthday (Part Three)

INT. DIASOMNIA DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE

NĀLANI: Onto the next question.

NĀLANI: If you were to join any dorm other than Diasomnia, which dorm would you choose?

MISSY: Oh, now that’s an easy one.

MISSY: Savanaclaw.

NĀLANI: I can see that.

MISSY: Yeah, it’s like the only other dorm that’ll let me be me.

MISSY: The others are too stuffy. Not me at all.

MISSY: Plus, since I’m on the Magift team, I’m practically an honorary member of the dorm already.

NĀLANI: Gotcha.

NĀLANI: What about Scarabia? I heard that you’re close with Kalim and Jamil.

MISSY: Well, about that...

MISSY: I wouldn’t be able to survive there...

NĀLANI: Why’s that?

MISSY: I’m really sensitive to heat, and I passed out from heat exhaustion the first and last time I joined them on their walk to the oasis.

MISSY: Now, I get to ride on the elephant in the shade whenever I join them!

NĀLANI: Well, the riding the elephant part sounds fun.

MISSY: It is!

NĀLANI: Now that the interview is pau. Think you know what time it is.

MISSY: Finally, my turn to know what all the fuss is about.

MISSY: HIT ME WITH YER BEST SHOT, NĀLANI!

NĀLANI: No need tell me twice!

NĀLANI: Happy birthday, Missy!

[offorestsongs]

[SR] KALLE BRUNNE - IAGO'S PARADISE

won't you look at this!! Kalle's first card!! for the fan event hosted by the lovely @natsukishinomiyaswife <3 Kalle would be the worst lifeguard in existence i'm afraid

(click for quality i beg)

[voicelines under the cut]

When Summoned: Just so you know, I’m here against my will. Groooovy!!:  [LOCKED] Home: No running around or yelling, or I’m going to drown you myself. Home Idle 1: It’s kind of fascinating, the difference between swimming as a human and in my true form- Though you probably aren’t interested. Home Idle 2: I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to be guarding. I mean, even land-dwellers won’t be able to drown in such waters… Right? Home Idle 3: The ice cream stand has a coffee flavor. I’d love to try it, but that’s hard to do when I’m on duty. Home Idle - Login: At Mostro Lounge, I deal with people who can’t behave all the time. This isn’t anything new. Home Idle - Groovy: [LOCKED] Home Tap 1: I look tied? Ha. No. That’s just my face. Home Tap 2: Does Asim really think we don’t have anything better to do with our time? Home Tap 3: As long as I don’t have to work near Viper, I’m happy. Well, as happy as I can be. Home Tap 4: You wish to see my mer form? Ah. That’s my secret, I’m afraid. Home Tap 5: If I hear Leech complaining that he’s bored again, I will jump into the water, I swear. Home Tap - Groovy: [LOCKED]

[liviavanrouge]

Cheshire Bloom Birthday Vignette(Early Release)

Cheshire: This outfit feels strange on me, it's kinda keeping my tail contained...

Cheshire: Hm, but the "Magical Pendulum" will pick my presenter, I wonder who its gonna be...

???: Don't worry bud, I won't leave you wondering my friend

Cheshire: *Sighs* Oh....it's you...

Sylus: Are you disappointed?

Cheshire: .....

Sylus: Buddy?

Cheshire: SOMEBODY HELP ME-

Sylus: Yo dude! What's the matter with you!?

Sylus: Do you really dislike me that much!??

Cheshire: Hmph, you steal food from Livia.

Sylus: SHE LET'S ME GET AWAY WITH IT THOUGH!!! SHE'S LITERALLY MY BFF!!

Cheshire: Hmph! Just begin!

Sylus: *Sighs* First question.

Sylus: Are you good or bad at flying?

Cheshire: I am pretty decent, I fly with the help of some of my friends, so I can get by in class at times

Cheshire: Although, I don't know much about flying due to where I originated from, we weren't allowed outside nor were we allowed near the creator and his workers

Cheshire: But I did see some of them flying around though and I've always been fascinated by it

Cheshire: Getting to fly for the first time, it made me feel truly free for some reason, as if I could go anywhere and do anything I so wished...

Cheshire: But still, I'm still pretty decent at flying and all of that, although I can't wait to get better at it so I can stay in the air longer...

Sylus: Your life before this sounded crazy..

Cheshire: ...I know....but I'm happy now! I'm free and learning things!

~~~~~

--Part 2--

Sylus: Next question!

Sylus: What is your best class?

Cheshire: Curses.

Sylus: HUUUUH!?

Cheshire: I'm good at identifying them you know, after all I am a cursed kind of being

Cheshire: My button eye is somehow able to reveal curses placed on things no matter how hidden they are some kind of aura will always appear

Cheshire: I'm also able to sniff them out if my button eye identifies them through a wall or something

Cheshire: Earlier I saved the Siamese Twins from touching a cursed book

Sylus: Th-That is crazy incredible...

Cheshire: I guess so, it's kinda bothersome though my vision goes grey whenever I'm near something cursed

Cheshire: Doesn't matter what it is, once a cursed thing is close by my vision turns gray and an aura will appear

Cheshire: My curse sensor reaches thirty feet in all directions

Sylus: That far!? That's crazy dude!!!

Cheshire: It doesn't bother me as much anymore, Rook calls it a gift that I can use to save people!

Cheshire: *Beams* So that's what I've been doing!!

Cheshire: I've saved Vil, The Cat Twins Deevin, Danell, Mama Aolani, a few others

Cheshire: I even decided to save those delinquents that stole my food two days ago!

Sylus: Why would you save food thieves?

Cheshire: "A Hero isn't a true hero if he can't forgive his enemies, they can still hold a grudge and hate them but to forgive makes one the strongest"

Sylus: Huh?

Cheshire: *Beams* That's what Livia told me!

Sylus: H-Haha, she has a big degree of influence on you doesn't she?

Cheshire: Yep, yep, yep!

Cheshire: Wouldn't have it any other way though!!

~~~~~

--Part 3--

Sylus: Alright! We're at our last question!

Sylus: How do you spend days off!?

Cheshire: I go to the port!

Sylus: The port? That's surprising....

Cheshire: I got told that there is a lot of fun things there, Jack and some of the others took me to this restaurant, the food there was delicious you know!

Cheshire: I had this awesome hamburger but I prefer Beef pot pie, it's my favorite food after all!

Cheshire: Jack told the owner that and wowie, he made the best beef pie I have ever eaten!

Cheshire: I go there sometimes for lunch after getting permission from Aolani

Cheshire: I also take a small dip in the docks water, I just dip my feet though, I'm not too fond of water

Sylus: Why not?

Cheshire: Makes my tail feel heavy you know, and I dislike how skinny it gets, I prefer a fluffy tail

Cheshire: So just my feet will do you know, it feels better that way and I keep dry as well although Floyd tackled me into the water one time

Cheshire: I let out the loudest yowl, everyone thought I was dying as it climbed out of the water and Floyd laughed at me

Sylus: *Snickers* Dang~

Cheshire: *Frowns, his ears flattened back*

Sylus: Hey, hey! It's funny don't at me man

Cheshire: *Growls* Hmph...

Sylus: Come on buddy

Cheshire: Not your buddy, I ain't your buddy

Cheshire: Hmph, we're not friends, not friends at all

Sylus: Oh come on! We're getting along like friends now

Cheshire: No.

Sylus: But-

Cheshire: No.

~~~~~

Sylus: Great Job Cheshire! You did such a a good job!

Cheshire: Hmph...

Sylus: Here's your broom buddy, don't bite the the hand that gives it to you please

Cheshire: Ah, it's filled with lilies, purple roses, babies breath and zinna....

Sylus: Those define you in a way you know

Sylus: Learn more about flowers and you'll see what I mean!

Cheshire: I see, then I will do what you say this once then.

~~~

Cheshire: I've been free for some time now, and I'm enjoying this freedom....now let's fly!

~~~~~

---SSR Groovy---

Cheshire: *Grins, a hand gripping his hat, his other hand out reaching towards the moon above him as a few ravens flew around the end of his broom*

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress @zexal-club @marrondrawsalot @abyssthing198 @teddymochi

[ramshackle-ramblings]

Headache

In which Alise has a headache, and Silver takes a nap

Silver almost pushed the pile of blankets on the couch in the dorm lounge to the side before he noticed the eyes looking at him from them. He could think of exactly one person at Night Raven College with those violet eyes and the ability to make themselves that small.

“What are you doing here?” he asked Alise.

“Headache,” she mumbled into the blanket.

That didn’t answer his question. “Don’t you have your own dorm to have a headache in?”

“Grim’s there.”

He could see how Grim wouldn’t necessarily be an asset in this situation. “Sebek’s here,” Silver countered.

She made a noise into the blanket. He wasn’t sure what it meant. “If you tell Sebek you’re feeling shitty and want to be left alone, he goes away. If you tell Grim that, he wants to bribed with tuna.”

“Okay. Fair point. But why here?” Silver sat on the coffee table in front of the bundle of blankets, leaning forward to rest his elbow on his knee and his head on his hand.

“It’s dark, and cool, and quiet.”

“Again, Sebek. But surely other dorms are quieter?” Diasomnia students weren’t generally loud, but he couldn’t say he thought of them as particularly quieter than other students. “Ignihyde, maybe?”

“No,” she answered. “For a dorm full of introverts, they spend a lot of time shouting at themselves, each other, and inanimate objects. And they all play music very loud. It’s auditory chaos over there.”

“Pomefiore. They’re too polite to yell.”

“Too bright. And; Vil’s there.”

“Vil is there,” Silver raised an eyebrow.

“First of all, I hate him, and second he would lecture me about being dehydrated.”

“Are you dehydrated?”

“Probably.”

“Is that the cause of the headache?”

“Probably.”

“Would you like some water?”

“No.”

Silver chuckled quietly. “Heartslabyul?” he ventured, but he knew it was wrong even as he said it.

“They’re nothing but noise. And Riddle would also lecture me.”

He couldn’t argue with that. Lecturing Alise seemed to be Riddle’s favorite hobby lately. “It’s not always this quiet,” he warned. “Lilia’s shows come on at seven, and he can get rowdy.”

“I’ve got until seven, then.”

He chuckled again and stood up, motioning to her to pull her feet up and make room for him on the couch. She did, and he sat down on the couch.

A while later, her headache finally faded, Alise unwrapped herself from the blanket. Silver was asleep at the other end of the couch. She laid the blanket over him and gently kissed his forehead. Silver shifted in his sleep, and Alise slipped quietly out of Diasomnia.

[salty-rey]

What if I wrote a short story to tie in the vignette art that I'm doing of Yasuho?? 👀

[rainesol]

OC fic :D!!

Decided to redo one of Apollyons vignettes into a short fic.

(If this post ends up vanishing and reappearing ignore it. Sometimes the fear consumes.)

Apollyon sighs and stretches his arms, cracking his joints after the ceremony. “Lilia, that took so much longer than it should have.” Looking up at his drained face, Lilia smiles.

“How perceptive of you to notice that, considering you appeared quite a time after everyone else.”

“Wh-“ Apollyon’s previously worn out features lit up with indignation. “I was only late because I had to do your jobs for you!-“ The tirade is halted by a raised hand, earning another frustrated sigh. Polly pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He sensibly removed himself from the situation, deciding to busy himself by putting the kettle on.

The sound of the water boiling masked the sound of the vice-housewarden creeping up behind him. “If you’re not too busy, Apollyon-“ Apollyon jolted upright, startled, gasping and choking slightly.

“Gods, Lilia, don’t you-“ He bit his tongue to stop himself from swearing. “What??” There wasn’t any sympathy visible under Lilia’s smug expression.

“If you’re not too busy-“ He continued, as if nothing had happened, “Would you mind checking if a certain few first years are settling in okay? I’m sure you would come across more relatable than I” Apollyon looked at him wide-eyed.

“Lilia.” He voiced, trying to be as respectful as possible. “Why am I-“ Another raised hand halts him, causing Apollyon to turn away, knuckles turning white from gripping the table.

“Oh, now. When have I ever asked anything inordinate of you?” It’s Lilia’s turn to be hushed now, as Polly shoots an irate look his way. Lilia smiles and closes his eyes. “In any case, somebody should go and speak to the poor dears. Who better than a kindly upperclassman?” He continues before Apollyon can protest. “-Closer in age, but still vastly more experienced in life?” Polly leans against the wall. His fingers work up to pinching the bridge of his nose again.

“Right. Right.” His vice-housewarden beams brightly.

“Perfect! Come with me.” He ushers him upstairs, leading to some very one-sided bickering. Apollyon's voice hushes as they stand outside the door. After one more pleading look, he reluctantly taps on the door, and enters the dorm. A student with blond hair and teary eyes jumps at the sight of him in the doorway.

Apollyon turns on his heels and grabs Lilia by the shoulders. “Lilia!” He hisses in desperate panic. “You didn’t say anything about anybody crying!”

“Apollyon, all you have to do is-“ He gets cut off by frantic noises, and Apollyon makes a ‘cut it out!’ motion.

“Ah-ta-ta-ta-ta- shh-sh-sh- Shush!!” Polly stands up straight, flustered.

“You have to go in now, you know. They’re expecting you.” Once again, Apollyon shoots him a nasty look. He shoos Lilia away, who does as he wishes with an innocent smile.

Polly re-enters the dorm room. The four students in there looked back up at him. By now, the blond boy in the corner had mercifully dried his eyes. “Sooo…” Apollyon claps his hands awkwardly and rocks on the balls of his feet. “This, uh… This your first time living away from home?” There weren't many responses further than some weak nods and a couple variations of ‘mhm’.

“…Right, yeah, obviously.” He briefly glances around the room. “So, uh, I’ll just… Cut straight to it. I can’t help with homesickness. Or much else.” He clears his throat and rocks back and forth again. “But, uh… I can help you… Settle in.” The dorm room is left in relative silence again. Stress immediately invades Apollyon's mind. ‘Oh gods, what now? What else can I say without looking like a complete idiot??’

One of the freshmen mutters something, but Apollyon doesn’t catch it. He makes another attempt at salvaging the situation. “Do you all have enough blankets..? ‘Cause these stone walls can get really cold at night…” Crickets again. “C’mon guys, you’re killing me here- Have you even learned each other's names yet?”

“Uh… Y-yeah.” One of the other students piped up, which Apollyon nods at.

“Alright, there's that, I guess… I’m Apollyon, uh, third year. I’ll be… Around.” The freshman closest to Apollyon bravely speaks up.

“That’s a very… Dark name.” Apollyon’s expression changes into a strained smile, and he responds through gritted teeth.

“Yeah I Know I Didn’t Choose It.” He immediately looks a little guilty when the student shrinks away. “Um. So you guys know where the kitchen is, right? And you all… Got your devices working right? I know the signal can be iffy here.” The dorm yet again was filled with phrases of general agreement and the conversation hit a wall. Apollyon felt a shiver of embarrassment, putting all of his focus into not visibly cringing. He suddenly became very interested in the ceiling.

“Hey, y’know if you guys get sick of each other, y’can do what I did and start a couple of fights and they’ll-“ He instantly stops speaking when the four boys' faces drop, and they stare at him in fear. “Sorry, bad joke, bad joke. Don’t- Don’t do that.” Polly wrings his hands anxiously. “…Look. It gets easier. You’ll all make your friends, and if this college isn’t the right choice for you, then that’s not the end of the world either. Hey, your classes can’t be any more painful than this, right?” All four of the boys nod, one giving a forced chuckle. “Wow, you lot are a tough crowd. See if they offer electives on small talk. For my sake. There’s a storage cupboard in the hall with a mop and broom ‘n all. …Have a good night.” Apollyon swiftly exits the room, breathing a sigh of relief.

When the door closes, the first years start to speak. “He seemed… pretty nice.” The blond boy tentatively starts.

“Yeah, yeah… A little off though, right?” The one in the near corner adds. “Not to be rude-“ The other three seemed to agree with his deduction, though.

“Right? Dude, my hair totally stood on end when he walked in. Argh, that wall is cold! I’m puttin’ on a long sleeved shirt.”

Back in the common room, Apollyon groans and shakes out his embarrassment. He snaps his fingers and points at Lilia to get his attention, who looks up with the same innocent smile. “Never again, y’hear me? I’m never doing that again.”