#twst rubia

[aceofsweets]

๋࣭⭑ ⭐˖ yeah... give me a moment...

٠࣪⭑ notes ; so, i'm back!! yippee!!! but only because i'm three weeks away from school ending and i just wanted to write silly oc lore for yowa!! ٠࣪⭑ content ; oc/self-insert, implied oc x canon, this takes place before and during the prologue, lore!, all of this is in lowercase ٠࣪⭑ disclaimers ; this is not an 'x reader', this fic was made for me specifically, if you don't like it please scroll! ٠࣪⭑ cameo/s ; just rubia (@jade-s-nymph) ٠࣪⭑ fandom ; twisted wonderland

click, click, click... just mindless spam clicking.

a series of rhythmic clicking could be heard from a certain dorm room. well, not like that was abnormal coming from the students of ignihyde, a yellow shines brightly as the student groans "booo.... another 3 star."

skipping through the gacha animation, the girl sighed. "what shitty rng luck." oh boohoo, same old boring routine. she'd save up how many crystals only to waste it on a duplicate. someone get the tissues because that's just so sad!

she closed the game to wallow in sadness as she sank into her comfortable bed. she opened her calendar, wait a damn minute-

isn't it the entrance ceremony tomorrow? ohhhh... great! a new bunch of newbies who haven't allocated their skill points yet! hopefully the new ignihyde students aren't gonna be a massive pain in the ass.. well, ignihyde doesn't have it as bad as heartslabyul at least (like seriously who let heartslabyul be so overpopulated...)

๋࣭⭑ ⭐˖

"you must attend! it is truly unbecoming of a student of our prestigious school to not attend our solemn ceremony!" the thunderous voice coming from yowa's phone was so... noisy.. but who was she to not listen to his rants? well, she was listening to him politely scolding her as she was putting on the ceremonial robes "idia's not going either tho.." she responded. "well, it does not justify your absence from the ceremony!" "i get it. I just don't want to attend in person tho."

the person on the other line of the call only sighed, why is she always like this?

"hmph.. very well, just be sure to attend the club fair!" "i won't miss your terrific horse riding skills" "eurk..!" hes probably as red as a rose right now. "see you during the club fair." she said before hanging up. she had a bit of time left.. she can play some gam-

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!

another call? seriously?? she has like 4 contacts on her phone, who the hell is calling he- oh. Rubia.

"what's good" "you're not attending the ceremony, correct?" "oh goddamnit" "as i thought" "no shit rubia" silence filled the room for a few seconds

"so, how was the call with riddle?" "are you stalking me? where are you?? under my bed??" "it'd be difficult to be under your bed when you don't even have a bed frame" the ignihyde student rolled her eyes "i do have a bed frame for your information." "what? the headboard you forged out of pillows? that does not classify as a bed frame and I know you know it." "it's better than nothing tho" "you have idia to pay for a bed frame." yowa chuckled.

"yeah yeah." "the ceremony should be starting by now." rubia mentions "welp, cheers to the next generation of level 1 newbies" yowa joked as she hung up.

logging onto her account to attend the ceremony online, it seemed like it was approximately 9 minutes from starting.

let's watch the newbies join the game for the first time, shall we?

๋࣭⭑ ⭐˖

okay. wow. that ceremony was... fucking wild.

yowa needed to turn off whatever device she was using right now because what the actual fuck was that. so, a random student from another world basically isekaid and triggered a level 5 boss which was a fire-breathing cat (not the weirdest but definitely weird.) that started committing arson? this ceremony was a goddamn mess, but it was an entertaining mess.

after observing the ceremony she had screen recorded over and over, she couldn't help but shrug her shoulders and feel a little bit bad for the newbie. maybe it was because they had to live in ramshackle of all places, but eh. they'll adjust to this world despite being magicless.

she was typing all of this down until she heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the door "nee-san! the ignihyde welcome celebration is about to begin!" yowa chuckled as she heard the robotic, but lively voice called for her "yeah... give me a moment"

i guess she can wonder more about that newbie later. for now, she'll enjoy her life the way it is.

٠࣪⭑ notes ; man i've been gone from this platform for such a long time lmao, sorry if the fic and grammar is terrible, just trying to ease myself into writing again. thanks for reading, always remember that reblogs > likes, love you all !!

xoxo, parfait

[cloudcountry]

I sent my request via dms but I'm still sending an ask for the sake of it, woops

Remember to hydrate and unshrimp :}

SUMMARY: idia doesn't how how to react when you show up at his door late at night and reveal something as earth shattering as your most recent breakup.

COMMENTS: we talked about this in dms but i hope you like the finished product!! <3

I CANT TELL IF THIS OR ANGST OR FLUFF. MAN.

reading this against its def angst oops

idia has issues but you're gonna get him through them trust 💪

The sound of mindless clicking, fans whirring, and Idia’s steady breathing are the only sounds that can be heard this late at night. It’s not that the residents of Ignihyde are sleeping—no, they’re all tucked away in their rooms, either tinkering with new tech or in the same position Idia is now. His lower back starts to ache from his slouched position in his chair, and so he straightens out his back to ease the pain. His spine cracks once, twice, thrice before settling down, and Idia promptly falls back into his old posture.

He briefly hears your voice in his mind, a reminder to sit up straight and not surf the web too late. He blinks slowly, briefly considering obeying your imaginary command, before he rationalizes using his PC more because you’re not actually here, you’re out with your boyfriend right now.

Or so he thinks.

It’s as though he summoned you, your knock on his door, a secret knock that only you would ever use. Idia insisted on a precaution like that so he’d know when it was safe to open the door and when it wasn’t. So far you hadn’t abused the privilege, never using it when you had friends with you. In fact, Idia was fairly certain you’d created a new knocking pattern recently when you had friends with you, just so he could know it was okay to respond but he didn’t have to open the door if he didn’t want to.

It's the knock that tells him you're alone.

So this time, he wants to.

He stands up, pushing his gamer chair to the side as his joints creak from being held in one position for far too long. He stalks over to the door, shaking hands reaching towards the doorknob. Because of your boyfriend, he’s always kept his feelings about you under wraps, wanting your happiness first and foremost. Besides, in what world would anyone be interested in him? He wouldn’t even want to associate with you like that, the thought of dragging you into his darkness was too much.

The doorknob turns and his door creaks open, a sliver of light spilling into his room until the rest of it is blocked by you. Idia opens his mouth to ask what you’re doing at his door this late, especially since you have a boyfriend and if anyone should be hanging out with you this late it really should be him and—

And—

And you have never looked more serious. It makes the words die in his throat, his lips parted like a fool.

“Do you have time to talk?” you ask softly, shifting from foot to foot in your pajamas and oh Great Seven, did you walk across campus like that? There were so many bugs out at night and snakes too, and what if you tripped because you couldn’t see where you were going? You came alone, WHY would you come alone this late? You could have gotten hurt—

His hands are twitching as your eyes drift down towards them, watching silently as they shake towards and away from you, like he wants to touch you but isn’t sure if he can. You initiate, taking his hands in yours and gently pushing him back into his room, nudging the door shut with your foot as quietly as possible.

“Um...what are you doing here this late?” Idia asks softly, his hands in yours, still twitching restlessly.

“I had to tell you something. It’s nothing bad on your part, before you start overthinking. It’s something to do with my boyfriend, now ex.” you say, each word purposeful and slow, like you’re picking your words very carefully in your sleepy haze.

“You broke up?” Idia murmurs, ignoring the way his heart jumps in his throat. 

Of course he’s happy you’re single now. Of course he is. But that doesn't mean now is the time to start fantasizing about actually dating you. Oh who is he kidding, he wouldn’t be starting that, he’s been doing that. The last thing he needs to his feelings getting in the way and making things hard for you, you’ve been his best friend for years now, ever since he came to NRC you’ve always been in his corner, even though sometimes you don’t get to see each other that often and he’s not going to fuck this up because he likes you more than he should, no way is he going to fuck this up—

“Yeah. We broke up a few weeks ago.” you say, moving your hands from his and pressing them into your thighs.

“Oh.” Idia says dumbly.

You smile weakly, glancing around his room before gesturing to his bed. Idia feels his heart in his throat again—it’s the only place with room to sit, yeah, but it’s so messy and oh Great Seven what if his manga makes you think he’s weird and you never want to speak to him again.

You don’t even spare a glance at his mess. You just sit down and clench your hands in your lap, watching him as he sits down next to you. His eyes land on your hands, white knuckled and shaking, and it squeezes his heart when he thinks about just what your boyfriend could have done to hurt you like this.

Your ex, he means. Your ex. He’s never going to be your boyfriend again, even if he apologizes, because as much as you’re hurting right now Idia knows you'll only come back stronger for it.

It’s one of the reasons why he admires you so much.

“It...wasn’t something I was planning on broadcasting. And as far as I know, he hasn’t told anyone either. Not that he’s good at telling people things.” you remark bitterly, a frown twisting your lips.

“Was he not talking to you?” Idia asks, balling his hands into fists in his lap much like you.

“No. He wasn’t.” you sigh, looking down at his floor, “He wasn’t at all.”

His room grows silent again, but Idia hopes you don’t hear the gears in his brain turning. He wants to make things better for you, he wants to make sure all the time you have left with each other is good for you, he wants to make sure you can live the rest of your life happy with the knowledge that you’ll never have to think about this guy.

He wants you to be happy so he can let you go after you two become seniors.

“Is...there anything I can do?” he mumbles, eyes darting around the room for a distraction, “Um, I made a mini planetarium projection for Ortho since he likes the stars so much and I think I have it somewhere in here—”

He knows exactly where it is. Like he’d ever forget.

“—I have some games, um...which ones do you like? I probably have something—”

He’s fairly certain you’d love the game sitting on the bottom shelf of his desk. It reminds him of you whenever he plays it.

“—or would you like to watch anime? Read a manga? You can leave too, that’s okay, just let me walk you home so you don’t get hurt—”

Not again, at least. But he’ll do anything to keep you here with him.

You cut him off with a small giggle, your balled up fists now pressed up against your face in relaxed palms, covering your mouth as your eyes crinkle in the corners.

“I’d love to stay. Thank you, Idia.” you smile softly and move your hands away from your mouth, and Idia feels his heart jump into his throat again because of course you’d know.

You’ve always known.

He swallows back a wave of sadness as his mind reminds me once again that he will leave you one day, and that day will come sooner than he wants it too, that he’s cursed and he shouldn’t taint you too—

“Anything is good as long as it’s with you.” you laugh quietly, falling back onto his bed with a soft thump.

It’s like you were always meant to be there.

[rubia8]

One of the reasons I regret not continuing learning Japanese

I can't understand this video of the twst characters playing among us

【切り抜き】ツイステッドamong usワンダーランド！【 声真似 】#ｸｲｽﾃ

Instead I decided to learn German 🥲

[siphoklansan]

Some NymphLeech art for @twistedchatterbox I did a while ago༄☆

Live laugh love nymphleech💗

ok soooo twistedchatterbox is one of the first blogs i set my eyes on when I joined tumblr🥹 i love your writing so much and when i saw you followed me back MAN i was kicking and screaming— your fics gave me a lot of comfort at that time and your writing style is amazing♥︎ tysm for being in the twst community~

[robo-milky]

"Hey, Cloche" -

The soft spoken voice was very well heard, yet never failed to take you by surprise, even if you'd always guess it was the stealthy water nymph in retrospect.

But the soft, genuine, and if you dared to say- fond look on her face today was in a way, new. You'd seen this before, but it was different every time, including now, when it was directed your way.

Tomorrow morning would be time your special day.

The Water Nymph you've grown to recognize as Rubia, the one who visited Ramshackle to play card games with Ceru and Siphok- who'd always insist you join in on the fun too- only leaving for her shift at monstro lounge when The Vice Dormwarden of Octavinelle came to pick her up personally.

She handed you a small package, saying "I'm sorry" so quietly you'd almost miss it.

Before you asked 'why', she clarified; "i didn't know tomorrow was gonna be your day until a few hours ago," Rubia murmured, "-but i managed to get you the present i had in mind." , and with a subtle turn of her head and a smile, she added "I'd say you should open it tomorrow, for the full experience."

"it's your special day starting in the morning; so, it's on the house if you decide to have breakfast in the lounge. Call me and i'll make something for you."

Rubia offers politely before stepping back-

"-But its best if you return to your dorm for now; it's late and it'd be better if you got there safely before it's pitch black. "

-gesturing outside, ah- The sun's setting- and, with that cue, you offer a polite wave before parting ways.

..

[the gift includes a brand new camera, you remind yourself to never ask how she got her hands on it-, a square multi-media sketchbook hardcover sketchbook, alongside some colored pencils and gouache.]

[There is a handwritten note, it reads; "Artwork is the reason why even as a tiny nymphling i dreamed of going the day i could go on land. And when i did? I was not let down, not one bit. Taking pictures of what i see and then painting them to solidify my memory is one of the most special things that bring me comfort; and i hope you enjoy it more too, with this new memory i'm sharing with you." -Rubia A. Octavinelle's Water Nymph]

a/n: happy birthday..!!!! please treat yourself to something nice, and i hope you have a wonderful time, i don't know you too well but i admire your artwork lots! maybe we could be moots someday? ehe

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash]

[the-v-lociraptor]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MRS LEECH! ❤❤❤❤❤❤ @twistedchatterboxed

May you always be happy, healthy and in disgusting amount of love (reciprocated)

💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

[officialdaydreamer00]

last but not least, the stars are here!! (i can't draw fluffy hair really well ;-;)

1st draft for deity au!@dove-da-birb :D i'll do other twst ccs if they'd allow me to use their sonas/ocs ^-^

tags: @cloudcountry @twstchatterbox (you're super cool btw can we be mutuals? :D) @vioisgoinginsane @identity-theft-101 @shinysparklesapphires @edith-is-a-cat

deity!auburn, deity!rubia, og inspo

[rabioa]

whats your fav art supply? do you fill sketchbooks?

Hi Rubia!!!!! Ty for the ask!! <33

I absolutely love using nice alcohol markers, but they're so expensive that I only buy them one at a time and only when I really want or need a color and I got the funds for it. I like using Master's Touch as their markers are pretty nice and they have good selection, but I also get copies and ohuhu sometimes. If I get lucky enough Goodwill with have a bag of alcohol markers that I snatch up. A lot of them are dried out but there are some really pretty colors that aren't even used!! I also really enjoy just grabbing a bunch of cheap office pens and doodling away.

I do fill sketch books!! They tend to be less Fandom focused and more oc focused, although I do have the rare twst drawing gracing the pages lmao

Here's a lil Nasir sketch I did a while ago!

I think im pretty consistent with my style on paper but im very inconsistent on digital, so I've been trying to work on that 😋

[elsy-animetronik]

Inui Seishu (1/3)

Este post lo hice en Facebook, pero se los pondré acá porque quiero y puedo... Bueno no, solo acepta un máximo de 10 imágenes, así que esto de dividirá en tres post.

Hoy vamos hablar de Inupi, sobre todo del asunto de sus pestañas y teorías locas mías.

Advertencia... Mucho texto y muchas imágenes.

Algo que debemos destacar es que Inupi y Akane se llevaban por 5 años, esto dicho por Koko, y reafirmado por Akane.

Otra cosa a destacar es que ambos hermanos tenían un parecido físico bastante grande, cabello rubio ligeramente ondulado, pestañas rubias y tupidas, y una habilidad para dormirse, que se compara con la de Leona (Twst)

Ven, fina para mimir, y el otro también es bueno para la mimision (dormir)

Vemos en algunas escenas que las pestañas de Inupi son negras y en otras rubias, acá entra una teoría mía, que más adelante diré.

Sabemos que el día del incendio dejo un fuerte trauma en ambos niños, y ni que decir de la perdida, mientras Inupi perdió a su hermana. Koko perdió a la chica que amaba de forma inocente (vamos que aún era un niño y su amor en ese entonces era más un deslumbramiento).

Y antes de que vengan a meterme a Kisaki con su amor por Hina, lo de él en lugar de madurar se volvió una obsesión porque no entendió el origen del enamoramiento de Hina hacía Takemichi, Kisaki lo vio como que a Hina le gustó un intento de matón, cuando en realidad Hina se enamoro de la valentía de Takemichi en hacer lo correcto y proteger a alguien a quien no conocía porque para Takemichi, "eso es lo correcto".

Y al final... También toca mencionar que la mayoría de los chicos en TR vienen de familias medio disfuncionales o monoparentales, por lo que los críos van por el mundo buscando un lugar o grupo al cual pertenecer.

Pero bueno, en este Post no analizaremos a Kisaki.

Amor y paz a las Kisalovers. ✌🏼

A Koko le valía madres las pandillas, él se había hecho de un nombre en el mundillo criminal al ser un gran negociante y un as en cuanto al dinero.

Inupi quería revivir a los Black Dragon, pero lo que representaban estos en sus inicios, weyes que solo querían agarrarse a madrazos pero sin afectar a personas ajenas al conflicto y sin desvivir a alguien.

El clásico tiro al salir de la escuela, y ya!

El día del incendio, Koko le hizo tres promesas a Akane.

1.- Besar solo a la persona que le guste/ame (porque Akane jamás dijo "a la chica", sino "a la persona", lo que podría dejar entre ver qué ella notaba algo más, claro, esto ya queda a gusto de cada quien)

2. - Amarla para toda la vida. (Una promesa infantil, ya que Koko apenas estaba experimentando el amor y cosa que Akane entendió, no lo mal interpretó, e incluso le rechazo de forma amable, dejándole al niño entender que aún debía madurar)

3.- Protegerla por el resto de su vida. (Esto era parte de la promesa anterior, pero a la vez entra como una tercera promesa)

Cuando Koko entra para salvar a Akane, se nos muestra que el niño paso por alto la existencia de Inupi, y acá hay de dos sopas.

1.- De verdad se le fue el pedo

2.- Confío inconscientemente en qué Inupi estaba en la tienda de Shinichiro. (recordemos que Inupi fue miembro de la octava generación de los Black Dragon y Shinichiro seguía vivo)

Koko posiblemente ya había ido varias veces a la casa de los Inui, así que sabía que habitación era de cada hermano, en la animación y el manga vemos un panel de las escales si no mal recuerdo, por lo que, inconscientemente Koko fuese a buscar a Inupi aún teniendo en cuenta que buscaba a Akane.

Pero algo a destacar acá, fue que Koko jamás pensó negativamente cuando Inupi le dijo que se equivocó. Por el contrario entendió que debía regresar para sacar a la chica, pero jamás maldijo en ese momento ni después pareciera que le remuerde la conciencia de haberse "equivocado".

Sabemos, que el motivo de Koko para hacer dinero era pagar el tratamiento de Akane, pero si somos realistas, el tratamiento era para reconstruirle su apariencia física, ya que la chica resultó quemada en todo el cuerpo y fue más allá de la capa externa de la piel, por lo que la vida de la chica estaba comprometida a Full.

En breve la continuación...

Parte 2

[cloudcountry]

i havent seen a cyoa fic before!! :O if you need beta readers i would be happy to volunteer, although i've never done that before ^^"

but also, please take your time, i know you're on hiatus and projects can be tough!! <3

Love Is War

Taglist for Love Is War ; A twistedchatterbox original

Summary: 3 days, 2 rivals, 1 choice. Tags. Love Rivalry, Choose Your Own Ending, Fluff, Angst, Toxic Rivalry, Not-Really-Rivalry, This Will Break Things, Chivalry is Not Dead, You Must Choose, Someone Will Cry, This Is Fluffier Than It Looks, I Promise-

• Prolouge : . . .

. . . 1 / 2 / poll / 3

All polls will be hosted on @twistedchatterboxed

I am in dire need of beta readers for this-

Each rivalry will have 3 fics; day 1, day 2, and day 3. 1-2 being for each character, while 3 is your big decision.

(edit; realized that co-writer isn't exactly accurate)

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: idia shroud celebrates your birthday!!

COMMENTS: a birthday present for @twstchatterbox the MOON to my SUN the DYNAMIC to my DUO the BLACK CAT to my GOLDEN RETRIEVER!!!! i love you lots and lots i am so glad we are friends i am squeezing you so tight from the other side of the world.

i wanted to keep this a surprise and i HOPE I SURPRISED YOU i hope you didnt see this coming sjdjdsjdj you have given me so many gifts from your doodles of me to your doodles of US to all the interests you've shared with me to looking out for me all this time AND EVEN STAYING UP LATE TO TALK TO ME?? I AM SO SORRY FOR YOUR SLEEP SCHEDULE

i hope you have the best birthday ever you deserve so much so take this awkward gamer boy. you know your lore. i know your lore. i tried to incorporate it and im sure only you will understand it but thats the point isnt it?

THIS IS GOING ON TOO LONG. I SHOULD HAVE MADE THIS A SEPARATE POST. ANYWAYS. GO READ IT I LOVE YOU

You cross your arms over your chest, amused as the blue package floats silently over to you. It stops right in front of you and a flickering screen loads from a small projector propped on the top of the box.

accept quest?

yes. no.

It’s ridiculous of him to put a no option. You press the yes option and a cheerful jingle rings from the speakers as the package drops at your feet. Bending over, you scoop it into your arms, a delicate smile on your face. You can feel quite a few gazes on your back but you opt to ignore them, walking out of your dorm and towards the source of your gift.

Ever since the events of winter break, you’d become far more accustomed to the halls of Ignihyde. The students seem to have grown more accustomed to you in turn, although some still scamper away from you.

There was only so much that could be done, you think. Besides, your presence here was not because of them. You were here for their Housewarden.

As you reached his door, you wasted no time reaching out to knock. Each tap of your knuckles against his door was crisp and loud, just in case he was wearing his headphones. The corners of your lips lift into a smile as you hear him shuffling around, no doubt checking up on his room to make sure it’s just the normal amount of messy but not too messy lest you get suspicious that he’s a slob or that he cleaned just for you.

You already know he did, though.

“Are you going to keep me waiting?” you call out teasingly, tapping your foot on the polished floors.

The door creaks open slowly, and the soft pink glow of Idia's hair lights up his face. Your heart takes a tumble in your chest.

“Hi.” you breathe, “I wanted to open your gift with you.”

Idia squeaks and opens the door to let you inside, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Um, okay. Thanks.” he says, mumbling each word as if he isn’t sure what he’s saying at all, “You, uh, didn’t have to do that.”

“But I want to.” you refute, and you both understand what would have come after that.

So let me do this.

“Okay.” he jams his hands into his pocket and shrugs, always so awkward around you but so obvious, “I hope you like it.”

“I’ll love it.” you reassure him.

After all, a heart as kind as Idia Shroud’s wouldn’t pick anything but the best.

[cecilebutcher]

✦Mutuals✦

@siphoklansan Aka Sippy: love the art! Such a cool person. Charin x Phobes forever<3

@oheyfox Aka Renny: best Jack Howl art to ever exist. Such a sweetheart!

@azulashengrottospiano Aka Auburn: an amazing person with even better fics.

@jade-s-nymph Aka Rubia: fucking love this girl so so much. She writes amazing, she draws amazing. My bestie<3

@azulashengrottospiano Aka Auburn: amazing art, amazing person. Love her so so much. Doesn’t write twst yet but do read her stuff <3

@officialdaydreamer00 Aka Irene: go read their work it is fantastic. So nice and I love their yuusona go check them out<3

@dibbledoodle Aka dibs: crazy bitch, I say that with only love in my heart, such a weirdo. Their art scratches that one specific itch in the back of my brain.

@rose-the-witch1 Aka Rose: fellow marble hornets/creepy pasta fan o7 love their writing <3

@the-v-lociraptor Aka V: the way they color their art, spectacular. amazing oc's. Castor and Pollux my beloved's/p. <3

@shinysparklesapphires Aka Saph: their oc's are so cute. Their art style is so cute. They are so cute. End of sentence.

@ceruleancattail Aka Ceru: fellow yandere content enjoyer. Love that girl, super fun and cool themes.

@names-are-dumb Aka Cole: I love talking to him. He's so sweet and has wonderful ideas tbh!!

@axvwriter Aka Axvie: super cool moot. I might not interact with them on tumblr but we talk on discord and their ideas are so fucking cool.

@nem0-nee Aka nem: Amazing art:0 their oc's are just, chefs kiss. Go check out their other blog @twitchers-column !!

@drdepper Aka depper: I love love love Depper’s art. No 1 Vil defender. She is such a cool person to talk to, and it’s always fun to hear her thoughts.

@carameldansan Aka Carmel: Idia lover. Amazing art love em so so much<3

@viilpstick Aka Barbra: such a nice person to talk to. So fucking cool and interesting. 100% would check her page.

@catboiie16 Aka cat: her art and oc’s are so fucking cool and awesome and amazing and spectacular and gorgeous and breathtaking and wonderful an-

@midnightmah07 Aka Mah: Daiggie 🔛🔝. Great art, amazing oc’s, such an amazing person to talk to. Fellow One piece fan o7 fellow Kalim enjoyer o7

Love you all so very much<3

If anyone wants to be added or removed to tell me<3

[cloudcountry]

List 5 understated ways azul would show you love and affection

1, 2 ,3- begin!

THANK YOU!?!?!?!? tw for body image issues

trying your favorite foods. azul has a very strict diet but i think he would partake in foods his lover really liked. of course its still in moderation, he is still azul after all, but he would never try jade's mushroom dishes or (sevens forbid) floyd's takoyaki.

sharing his favorite books with you. he annotates books using sticky notes just so you hear his thoughts without him actually having to mark up the pages ^^ ofc when you write your own comments next to his, he gets a soft smile on him face.

he lets you hug him. because of his body image issues i dont think he'd be very prone to touching unless he trusted the person completely, and even then he avoids hugs, he doesnt want you feeling any rolls of fat that you might find distasteful, but when you hug him and hold him tightly, he blanks. if his lower lip is wobbling, dont question it.

slipping your favorite songs into the mostro lounge's playlist isnt an easy feat sometimes, but azul is a crafty man. he'll start hosting events that fits your favorite genre's theme so he can play your favorite tunes. if you ever bring it up he'll say its for money, but you know that's not the only reason when he offers to dance with you.

taking you coin collecting. being the master of alchemy that he is, azul could brew you a wonderful water breathing potion so you can get involved with his favorite hobby!! the first coin you two find together will become your lucky coin <3

[dove-da-birb]

Thank you, that means I did a good job at writing it! That's also why tagging and including content warnings at the beginning are super important.

But also, please make sure that you step away from something if you start feeling sick, PLEASE.

And only time will tell... maybe he'll be safe, maybe not.

One of Us is Guilty; Chapter 2

The night started with only one body, and now there are two; both the Headmage and the Ramshackle Prefect are dead. Will the killer ever be found before more people die?

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Divus Crewel, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengroto, Silver, Jade Leech, Cater Diamond

Content; Unreliable narrators, murder mystery

Content Warning; Murder, blood, death, reader death, character death, description of a dead body & method of death, dead dove content in general

Word Count; 1.1 K

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

It was foolish, it was dangerous, but Jade could not blame the Ramshackle prefect for wanting out of that room. He may be used to — in some sense — the eyes clouded in distrust that are usually sent his way, but the Prefect? To have their friends turn on them in such a manner? He could not blame them for fleeing, for wanting to distance themselves. Yet, fleeing was how they ended up in this situation, and Jade froze at the top of the staircase to the main hall.

He had seen blood before, for the ocean was not a kind place, he had witnessed death, but the scene in front of him? He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t.

In some sick turn of events, you were now dead. Glassy eyes, and a peaceful expression on your face. You didn’t know… it was sudden.

“Jade-” Azul was coming up from down the hall… he wouldn’t be able to see the scene, and Jade lifted his hand, motioning him to stop, which Azul did. “... did you find them?” 

Jade nodded, and Azul could tell from his posture that something was horribly wrong. He was shaken, a rare sight, which could only spell the worst.

…

…

Everyone had come back to the mirror chamber, with the last two people being Jade and Azul. All eyes were on them.

“What’s with the gloomy faces,” Cater asked, fidgeting with his phone, a nervous habit.

Jade cleared his throat, “The Prefect is dead.” His voice was monotone, but everyone could tell that it disturbed him, a rare thing indeed.

Several things happened at once. Professor Crewel started shaking visibly. Rook had silent tears rolling down his face. Vil took a step back, face pale. Cater stopped fidgeting and was now clenching his fists. And Silver clenched his jaw, and was standing stiff as a board.

Whoever the killer was, they did a good job of hiding it. Did they find this amusing? Why did they do this? What is their motive?

“Who came across them?” Professor Crewel said through gritted teeth.

Jade looked at the man with suspicion, “I did, sir.” He knew what the next question would be; ‘how did they die?’ “... their throat had been slit.”

If he had done it, wouldn’t he be covered in blood? Eyes scanned over everyone, but as far as they could all tell, no one had a speck of blood on them. 

“We need to stick together,” Azul spoke up, analyzing everyone knowing they were doing the same in turn to him. “And since the prefect,” his voice pitched a bit, his emotions getting the better of him, “was innocent, we have to vote again.”

Everyone shuffled, but once again they all wrote down who they thought the murderer was, the room, and the weapon; whoever killed Crowley had thought it would be ‘funny’ to dispose of the Prefect in the manner the majority thought they had disposed of the Headmage. 

“Seven people, eight rooms, six weapons. One person is guilty, two dead, and until they are found, no one is safe; from the perpetrator of the crime, or of being accused.” The mirror repeated what it had said last time, but with adjustments to reflect what had happened since then. 

Everyone waited with bated breath as the mirror started to show who was voted. And in the mirror was Professor Crewel in the main hall, with his mage stone in hand.

The mirror then faded again to black, “He is not the killer. The Headmage was not killed in the main hall. The weapon is magic.”

Divus was shaking again, and everyone knew that this time it was anger; he was first angry that the Prefect was killed, as he was technically responsible for them with being staff and all, but now that his own students had thought him capable that he would murder Crowley. Yes, the man aggravated him to no end, but he wouldn’t stoop to homicide of all things. And these pups had also thought that he would slit the throat of one of his own students… So yes, he was angry, rightfully so. 

Instead of lashing out though, Divus took in a long breath through his nose, and let it out through his mouth, getting a grip on himself. He was the eldest here, he couldn’t let his ire and grief get the best of him and make him do something foolish… that’s how you had met your end after all.

“From here on out we will be staying together,” he barked out. “Do not stray from the group. Am I understood?”

Everyone gave him a pensive nod as their answer, turning their eyes back to one another, judging, analyzing, trying to pin a motive on one another. 

Divus cracked his whip against the ground, gathering everyone’s attention. “Now, Jade, can you show us where the Prefect is?”

Everyone looked to Jade, and he nodded, guiding everyone to the main hall. “Do be warned though,” he murmured, just loud enough so that everyone could hear him, “it isn’t for the weak of heart.”

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…

It had been a few hours since Crowley was killed, and now everyone understood why the crime scene was so clean; magic killed him, someone had used their magic to kill the Headmage. But your death was not clean, it was a bloody mess. And since Jade had seen the scene before, everyone else had not.

Rook grimaced but didn’t look away from you, tears running down his face again. Silver put his hand over his mouth and looked away, as if he was going to be sick. Cater nearly fainted, and was bracing himself on the bannister. Divus was shaking again, and his anger was back in full force. Vil had seen you, but then looked up to the ceiling; he didn’t want his last memory of you to be this. And Azul, Azul was shaking, and pacing; thinking.

Jade’s jaw was clenched, and he wasn’t looking at the scene again, but his mind was trying to put the pieces together. Why kill the Prefect?

But his train of thought was interrupted by a loud crash of thunder, and the power went out. The thunder continued for a solid minute, drowning out any other sounds. And by the time the power flickered weakly back on, Professor Crewel was crumpled on the ground, face distorted in anger and shock. 

He was dead, much like the Headmage and the Prefect.

There was no blood this time either, with the weapon finally pinned, it seemed like the murderer stuck with it, playing into this game. A sick game… would he win? Or can the remaining students find him before there is no one left?

LINK TO FORM (Voting will end on Friday, October 13th at 9 pm EST)

SUSPECTS:

- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show?  (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley’s co-worker (Peacock) DECEASED - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what’s happening (Mustard) - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) - Reader; the ‘house-keeper’, a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) DECEASED - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach)

ROOMS:

- Main hall (eliminated in Chapter 2) - Teachers’ lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab - Library - Crowley’s office (eliminated in Chapter 1)

WEAPON: MAGIC (found in Chapter 2)

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To be continued

[cloudcountry]

Psst, hey, for the milestone event; I want you to get realllyyyy self indulgent and write a letter from Azul for you. Yep, specifically for you, make it personalised as hell, it's a treat and it's on me.

I'd imagine it to be for your first anniversary together; oh and, you can get meta by mentioning all the shenanigans you and me, everyone got upto, say, i don't know , Dazaiburn.

(Or the cursed Isaac edits, or that time you took Azul out of your faves and added me in, the list goes on; take a trip down the memory lane if you wanna)

Have fun writing and don't forget to unshrimp your spine (ps. drink water too)

dearest auburn,

can i trust that the shenanigans you and your friends have pulled will not happen again? i have had quite enough of coming to the mostro lounge only to find that otome man’s pictures posted up all over the place. and before you start, i have also had quite enough of that dazai character butting into our relationship. i was under the impression that your friends were far more mature than this...

i’ve noted that your new obsession seems to be this man named zero...it’s almost worrying how honest he seems from what you’ve described to me.

even so, i’m glad you’re in love with me. even if floyd makes cruel jabs about how i don’t really seem to be your type, i do try my best to ignore him.

you best make up for giving him that idea in the first place, though.

i do love you dearly. thank you for being in my life. you have made my days endlessly brighter.

azul ashengrotto.

[cloudcountry]

Hey auburn, i hope dont mind me sending my thoughts in an essay format i just wanted to have a conversation that matters to me, with someone i KNOW also has a lot of thoughts and shared experiences about it; i have way too many ghost readers, people keep liking my content yet refusing to reblog or engage as if theyre ashamed of reading the stuff i make its happened in the past, this dip in engagement, its happened to others as well, and its happening again this time? its a lot worse, in my opinion, partly because of the lack of activity between the audience AND between everyone, since so many of us feel burnt out it feels like im hopelessly attempting to reason with a wall

and im thinking, maybe i should make a blog for TWST spotlight where i ask people to send me essays of their favourite fics and share fanfic through submissions. maybe that could help with this issue the fanbase has been having lately. i know i complain a lot, but i also care so much for this fanbase. it may not look like it, i know some people think im intimidating -but i want everyone to get the spotlight they deserve as entertainers. because the people here can make such creative and damn welll awe inspiring content. its why i want to help everyone stay afloat in terms of support. I want everyone to recieve strong, vocal, damn-near overwhelming(but in THE good way) support. its why i started the TWST spotlight reblog thread, its why ive been more and more pushing on the things like "tell me your favourite fics! reblog your fav fics! read old fanfic! what was the first TWST fic you read?"

i don't want to have anyone to deal with a ghost audience problem, so ill have to see if i can find some new things to help improve the dip in engagement again Because, honestly? talking to wall is not that motivating. i want to find a way to spark a chain of excitement that gets things going, maybe a collab, maybe through encouraging authors to make group blogs where they actively support each other, maybe through the TWST spotlight that i already host whatever it is I want to find a way to support everyone (or, more accurately; I want to find a way for everyone to get support again, i guess)

i understand all of this perfectly ^^; i think that blog idea is a good one and i hope that people would engage with it because that also depends on engagement from readers!!

"I want everyone to receive strong, vocal, damn-near overwhelming(but in THE good way) support." YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT i swear the most EARTH SHATTERING FICS do not get enough recognition. i even see it on fics that I'M super proud of that get like 20 reblogs and i just groan to myself because ughhhh why did i even work that hard???

its greta that all of the authors here care so much for each other :(( really, i think content creators are the only reason other content creators are even still creating at this point. like my tumblr mutuals who actively create content along with me are usually the ones that reblogs my posts and i am sooo thankfulf or them :((

i know a lot fo readers are "shy" and dont want to interact because of that, so i dont necessarily think the likes the reblog thing is out of malice (though sometimes it DEFINITELY is out of disrespect.) they just really need to be more vocal. even a good job means the world.