#twst various

[lorelane]

𝗠𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗕𝗢𝗬,,

the twst boys are sorted into the types of fanfic tropes. (probably will make scenerios about this)

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𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦,,

At first we hugged, but then we kissed. Oh, was it worth it.

-- Deuce Spade , Jade Leech , Jack Howl , Ruggie Bucchi , Kalim Al-Asim

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𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦,,

We hated each other, so much so we loved each other all the same. Passion beats hatred.

-- Ace Trappola , Leona Kingscholar , Azul Ashengrotto , Jamil Viper , Epel Felmier , Floyd Leech , Sebek Zigvolt

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𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦,,

We were meant to be, tied together by a red string. Worlds apart yet we can still feel each other nearby.

-- Malleus Draconia , Rook Hunt , Cater Diamond

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𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗟𝗦,,

Our love stretched distances, no one could ever understand that.

-- Idia Shroud, Lilia Vanrouge , Vil Schoenheit , Riddle Rosehearts

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𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦,,

We were young, but never stupid. Our love would last lifetimes.

-- Trey Clover , Silver

[queenendless]

💀🎃👻Spooky Greetings👻🎃💀

A/n: This literally came to mind when I saw something similar in the actual game event. First time posting twst content here. This may get a sequel. Gonna try to post variety spooky content here cause HAPPY OCTOBER YALL!

SPOILERS for the new Halloween game event going on, somewhat. Also, a bit of Skully x fem!reader and implied fem!reader x the twst bois shown/tagged down below. Short Harem drama, kinda. Not much. But I think it ain't half bad.

*DON'T STEAL, COPY, EDIT, REPOST AND TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. REBLOG, LIKE, FOLLOW PLS N THNX.*

“Hello, my lovely~”

The moment this new strapping figure — “Skully J. Graves at your service~” — appeared holding you in his arms as you awoke, you were awestruck at the spooky strapping young man.

After introducing all of yourselves, watching him kiss the hand of your schoolmates was amusing; seeing their appalled expressions. Guessing they don't get that brand of greeting often, huh?

Him kissing Grim's cheek had his fur stand on end to your delight.

And yet?

The moment he took your hand — only to pull you in and kiss you smack dab on the lips?

You felt the fires of envy and hate turn ablaze as the various pairs of eyes glowed outrageously.

Many hands, gloved or not, snatched him off you.

And all hell broke loose.

“Get your grubby hands off my beloved, you cretin!” Riddle turned red even his paled up Gothic aesthetic; Trey holding the struggling boy back in his arms.

“He means MY herbivore, skeletal bastard.” Leona growled in Skully’s face as he grabbed his collar.

“On the contrary, MY angel isn't up for auction when it comes to kisses from mere worms.” Azul's irked smile gave off unpleasantness.

“Oho? That doesn't seem to be the case, surely.” Jade jested to his boss's ire.

“MY jewel’s already doing so, octo pimp. That goes for you too, street rat.” Jamil hissed them both back and forth.

“Have you no manners of consent, you mongrel? Besides, my darling Y/n has better taste than you all. Me, for example.” Vil flaunted in the others irked faces; Epel looked just about done at this point.

“Don't you dare take away my Otaku goddess, you noob!” Idia gripped dramatically to the others nuisance. 

“How dare you lay a finger on my beloved human.” Malleus spoke doom.

The air around them crackled with literal lightning as emerald flames had his hands full.

“My future Queen … prepare yourself … FOR HELL.”

“WAKA-SAMA!” Sebek switched to fanboy mode at his God's might.

“For once, we're on the same page.” Leona's smirk sent his way spoke volumes as he dropped Skully before the dragon prince.

“TSUNATARO, STAND DOWN! ALL OF YOU, PLEASE!” You got in the way to defend the new anime boy from the others' united wrath, especially Malleus's. “One kiss is not that big of a deal.”

You could hear a pin drop now as everyone, even Skully, viewed you as if you had two heads.

“Good grief. Ya sure you're not magical? Cause you're bewitching them into lovestruck fools. And you're not dating any of ‘em. God, you're an idiot.” Grim griped.

Leona, Jamil, and Sebek appeared as glowing eyed phantom monsters ready for the kill. “YOU'RE ONE TO TALK, FUR BALL!!!”

Yet Skully looked unperturbed, his charming toothed smile arised, as Grim got chased by three SSR dressed pissed off mages. “Oya oya … What a lively bunch, you all are. And all because I took a kiss from your sweet lips, lovely Y/n. But if you are single, then may I ask you out?”

“NO!!!” All the former overblot cases now turned bachelors for your token affections shouted in unison.

Trey, Jade and Epel and you hung your head in exasperation.

Ah, quite the Harem dilemma.

Halloween coated, no less.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[egophiliac]

Okay so I've been wanting to tell you that you're literally my favourite twst artist 😭🩷

So my question is, how do you manage to come up with these funny comics? CUZ I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

(P.s: Lovin' the art style ✨)

oh geeze, thanks! 💚💚💚 I'm really glad people enjoy my stupid sense of humor; mostly I just draw things to make myself laugh, and if it makes other people laugh too, then bonus points! usually it's just one joke or mental image that gets stuck in my head (every time I saw Fellow spin his cane, all I could think about was him go-go-gadgeting away on it...) and in my quest to justify it, it picks up other jokes and bits along the way and usually doesn't even end up as the main focus anymore. entire narrative arcs have spun out just so I could use a single bad pun in a throwaway line. this is a terrible way to explain it but I'm not sure how else to put it into words!

and sometimes it's just "weird things my sister has said that I make fun of her for"

[lettucedoodles]

Me when the wonderland twists...... (twst doodle dump)

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

“yuu” this “yuuken” that WHAT ABOUT YUUYA💔💔💔 i love him sm 😓😓 second best yuu bc the first is yuuka 😍😍

[Yuuya is just so sweet to me, sorta a worrier, but I dont mind. I dont blame him, if I was in his situation I wouldnt know what I'd do. Hes doing his best!]

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Feeling hands clasped around you, the attention once on the book in your hands faded. Eyes settling on the slumped male, your eyes lower. Easeiness wilting as you mannuver him closer to you, hugging him carefully.

"..." The male doesn't speak, staying within your warmth as Grim snoozes on one of the pillows he claimed, "his".

Nuzzeling your chin onto Yuuya's hair, you feel him chuckle uietly against your neck.

Smiling widely, you do it againt as his laughter lights up the bedroom. Grim groans at the noise, opening his eyes up to see his two henchmen being silly.

"Hey!" Grim gets up, padding over to the two humans. Wanting to be apart of the "cuddle-fest" you key-termed whenever someone was down-trodden in Ramshackle.

"Its Grims turn!" The little monster-cat huffs at you cheeriness, lettung you scope him into you ans Yuuya's arms.

Feeling content, Grim let a yawn, the warmth provided lulling him back into his dreams.

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[Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs, comments, art super Appreciated thanks!]

[astr0-philia]

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

What do men know?

Just because they haven't seen unicorns for a while,

Does not mean that we have all vanished.

We do not vanish

There has never been a time without unicorns

We live forever.

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

She was a unicorn, and nothing could change that. From her magic, to her mane and to the horn above her head, she was a unicorn. Living in a peaceful forest, she lived unnoticed and unbothered as she and her kind ran free in the fields of flowers and grass. 

Unicorns were different from humans. For a unicorn was never born to regret. They are created to be as carefree like the winds blowing through the valleys. To be as graceful as snowflakes dancing in the air. To be as curious as a newborn, fresh out of the womb exposed to the new world. To be as beautiful as the stars that shine in the dark sky. To be as lovely as the flowers that bloomed in fields, but never to regret. 

Humans were blind as they were dumb. Their human eyes could not process and more or less see a unicorn if their life depended on it. They lived their lives in fear of the future, of the past and of the present. They were afraid of the life they had created ahead of them. Cowards, I say. They could not see unicorns, because of their beliefs. 

Only one who truly believes in unicorns can see unicorns. She believed that there was hope for humans, she believed and believed and believed. Until one day that spark had disappeared. 

Running from the Red Bull was tiresome, somedays, she was confident she could outrun it but, somedays she thought that she'd rather give herself up to it instead of resisting any longer. She was confused and tired. One day while getting chased by the Red Bull she was hit, hit by a large ebony carriage led by horses. 

Life was unfair, but it was never as cruel as the Red Bull, so she accepted her fate. As she closed her eyes, she thought of her kin captured by the Red Bull, she thought of her kin. Would she never find her way back, is she really going to die?

•• ━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━ ••

•• ━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━ ••

IN WHICH a unicorn naive and timid gets transported 

in to world made of magic and filled with boys.

or

IN WHICH a school full of boys fall in love with an 

unicorn from another world.

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

Am I really the last? 

Am I really the only unicorn there is?

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

Some more information:

- All characters will be aged up to 17 and above.

- There will be no romantic behaviour between any of the professors and children.

- A little profanity will be there sprinkled around chapters and so on.

- Hey! Reader you there! I hope you enjoy this book! 

- Don't forget to leave small comments here and there, I'm sure they will light up my day.

- And don't forget! Have fun reading!

[gl00muraaii]

"I hope that she, looks at me, and thinks 'shit he's so pretty'..."

[driedupeyeballs]

*throws these at you*

[yuri-is-online]

I haven't been playing Dreamlight Valley as much recently, but there's something... interesting about how Scar is easily the one villain I would say is genuinely the player's friend, he even admits that he thinks of them as his friend (very grumpily) in one quest. It makes me think of how Leona is technically part of Yuu's class, he and Rook are the direct seniors of Class A (at least if I understand Portfest correctly) so he is probably the Housewardern who sees them the most other than Riddle. I know it probably won't happen, but if the timeloop theory is real I would love to see him get more focus in round 2. I just want more Leona and Yuu interactions, and if you had told me that when I started the game I would have laughed at you.

[cozymochi]

Do you have any advice on how to emulate the twist style? I'm genuinely struggling to wrap my head around it.

NOPE! I wish I did! Because! I’m not sure how to describe what I’m doing in the first place. I just kinda… go. (And anyone who has watched any drawing stream of mine can probably attest to that. Assuming anyone watched them actively, I doubt it sometimes.)

I was just formally taught how to draw what I see (this applies to real-life stuff too, it kinda goes hand in hand), and I just have a nasty lifelong habit regarding stuff I like. If it looks a certain way, I wanna draw it the same way or at least as close as I feasibly can get to it. 😩 This is like…. Years worth of somewhat unrelated knowledge + training just being applied to this goofy stuff. I draw wildly different art styles as a habit hobby.

For twst in particular, I’ve mentioned it elsewhere a couple times, but I did spend a good 2-ish years just trying to acclimate myself into training my hand to get used to how it works at all. It really is just… 80% staring at their model sheets or generic renders, and 20% me just… GOING!

I think people can easily tell when I’m not staring at a model sheet vs when I am lol. I do really like Toboso and her staffs artwork, and I’d like to get closer to understanding it, but there are things that she and her staff know how to do that I still don’t know how to accomplish. And those “things” are elements that I’m currently not able to identify in theory or in practice. Let alone articulate in words either if my meandering and vague way of talking about it is any indication lol. (Im not trying to be 1:1, that’s literally impossible for any human to do)

All I do is just look at it. A lot. I just try to draw what I see and go. Though, I’m sure that’s not exactly helpful or even practical “advice”, especially in just typing. Believe it or not I also can only wrap my head around it so much. And even then, I’m still not satisfied nor confident with where I’m at. Mostly due to my own limits. It’s not easy.

….

Then again I also don’t know how to explain or give “advice” on the fly on something that broad just in general. I wish I could be more useful with a more satisfying answer but, I’m not sure how I would. I wanna be helpful but I’m genuinely drawing a blank.

[queenendless]

💀🎃👻This Is Halloween👻🎃💀

A/n: Sequel to Spooky Greetings

Overblot Bois and Skully x Fem Reader. SPOILERS FOR THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS event. Especially THE END.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN~! 🎃

The ups and downs of being in a place like Halloween Town was quite the experience.

Despite the detour you encountered.

Like being nabbed by Skully for witnessing him kidnapping his dear Skellington and holding you and Grim captive in a literal walking bathtub to Spiral Hill. Yet he was the nicest kidnapper there ever was.

“Please enjoy these and make yourself comfortable, my love.” Skully’s kiss on the lips made you too tongue tied to eat the snacks he left behind. Leaving Grim to eat them instead.

Thankfully it didn't take long for a rescue. As in Sebek, Jamil and Leona dueling Skully as the others came to your side, totally put off by how unharmed you are. Immediately gobsmacked as you ran to a blushing crying Skully having a meltdown over his own personal issues and hugging him out.

If his idol and you could console him on his limited views on this spooky holiday and forgive him so easily, then of course he'd start bawling for joy.

“There there you precious boi.” You're cooing as you hug him and brush his white locks, Skully’s wet face nuzzling your flushed neck, to the flabbergasted faces of his rivals for your affections. And in that moment he won.

Finally the time had come to throw the yearly spooky celebration.

Hearing all your fellow schoolmates singing a tune tickled the back of your brain at the familiarity of said song.

“Sweets for you, my greatest treat~” Riddle showed up in the walking tub with Lock, Shock and Barrel, handing you a pumpkin faced treat with a smooch to your cheek.

“Let me fill your dreams with frightful delight~” Leona purred in your flushed ear, embraced you from behind as he kissed the top of your head from above, with Zero the ghostly dog bopping you on the nose with his tiny glowing pumpkin one.

“Your screams are music to my ears~” Azul's octo strength made it that much easier for him to twirl you around in his arms, dancing across the town, pecking your forehead.

“I'll be there for my lady fair.” Jamil assured as your hair like his and Sally's blew from the chilly winds; the autumn leaves flying on by, as he dove in to smooch your nose.

“Ride with me in the dead of night.” Hugging Vil securely as he modeled with ease on the flying broomstick gave you quite the view, turning around a bit to leave his kiss on your other cheek.

“My heart screams for thee!” Idia presented a heart in a jar to you given to him by Dr Finkelstein made your own heart want to pop out in fear and yet it was oddly sweet, especially cause your zealous boi smooched your neck, possessively marking your neck.

“Our Halloween Queen.” Malleus easily swoops you atop the Mayor's car he was driving at the moment, carrying you bridal style, gifting you a full on kiss to your lips, smiling mischievously against your own.

“In this town we call home, everyone hail to the Pumpkin song.” Holding your gloved hand in his own, you and Skully waved along with everyone else as Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King, rose from the town fountain, pride emanating from him as everyone cheered at the finale.

Too bad you all forgot about it.

Until you were back at school, when Headmaster Crowley presented to you all a very rare portrait of a NRC alumni from centuries ago. Aka the King of Halloween that made such a holiday what it is today in all of Twisted Wonderland.

Despite no memories of the strapping young man, you all felt drawn to him and his influence, inspired to make this the best Halloween yet.

But while everyone else was getting pumped up by it, you were feeling odd. Like you were missing someone you had never met in the flesh and bone.

Seeing your admirers blushing red at your costume, appearing in a rag doll inspired couture dress with a ribbon collar to boot, it was time to begin Halloween Week.

And yet, for some reason, you felt eyes on you throughout the whole week. Tingly touches to your hands that felt like brushing kisses. Even on All Hallows Eve, the ghost-like press of the lips all over your face made you on edge during the float parade.

Running by the portrait in the midst of your anxious worried state. Those eyes following you unbeknownst to you all. With the moon full and the party still going strong in the distance, you felt drawn to the tombstones littered around Ramshackle Dorm. Instinct, another voice, your feet moving on their own will, call it whatever you will, for you moved to a particular worn-out grave. Atop a hill.

Watching the spectral form of the King of Halloween himself appear before you coming out of the grave, bowing graciously before you, as he offered his skeletal gloved hand out to you, his teary eyes and smitten smile unveiled to you, it all made a sudden wave of emotion hit you hard in the feels.

“Y/n, welcome back.”

While the mind was still fuzzy of your recollection due to the magic of the book, something else more primal awoke in you the moment your eyes locked onto his. Your feet moved before your mind could.

As physically as one could embrace a ghost, you still felt traces of warmth amiss the cold. You were surprised to feel physical arms hugging you in return. The bridge between the living and the spirits was blurred tonight so …

The longer you two stayed that way, the more the fog in your brain began to depart. The flash of your last moment together made you realize the reason for his choice of words.

“Skully.” You softly wept, clutching onto him tighter, when he cupped your face to kiss away the tears. His face, his mouth, they all feel so warm. “You're really here.”

“It's been far too long, my love.” He confessed.

That prolonged deep kiss began ebbing away the mist. Gently licking your bottom lip to get you to open. Smiling smugly as you returned it sincerely, humming at your hands running through his wispy hair. His phantom self became solid and lean, heart beating right up against your chest, his scent became more potent as they were the sweet and spicy of Autumn nature.

“I'm home.” He whispered against your luscious lips, nuzzling his nose to yours, smiling all lovesick at your giggling self.

The ghostly trio residents watched on with hearts in their eyes as you got lost in bliss, slowly dancing with the founder of their spooky dorm. Engaging in lip lock once more. Floating off the ground, basked in the stars of this special spooky night.

For you, his Queen, danced with him, your Pumpkin King.

[pilkchocolate]

INCORRECT TWST: EPISODE 1

Malleus: I love going to Chunky E Cheese!

Sebek: WHY IS EVERYTHING GREASY?!

Lilia: ...Strange mouse.

Silver: This is a hole of hell. Why did we even go here?

[llondonfog]

This is such a weird, RANDOM, and long ask (more like a rant tbh), but I wanted to say something because I can't get it out of my head.

BIBLICALLY ACCURATE ANGEL SILVER.

Before you boo me, I COULDN'T HELP IT. I just, can't get it out of my brain.

Like, Lilia just wakes up one day, sees this mini horror in Silver's bedroom, and freaks out before realizing that IS Silver.

Everything he knew about Silver's parents is a lie.

Then, Silver transforms back, but part way, so he has these cute little wings with soft, white feathers, and Lilia just MELTS.

He's freaked out, amazed, confused, but he wants to comfort Silver, who is both confused and possibly in pain from the transformation. Growing wings seems painful.

Like, he had 6 wings (3 sets of 2) in the horror-fest form that is a Biblically Accurate Angel (I both encourage and warn you against searching that up lol), and now he has 2-4 wings (possibly with the feathers attached to his head as Seraphim Angels have. I think). Compared to his default human body, that's a big difference, right?

Anyway, I wanted to share this with someone. You don't have to do anything with this, or even respond, but THE IMAGE. I love Silver and he's already angelic, so might as well add a Horrifying version of that, AND pretty wings in the more "normal" version. I just can't write or draw my vision LMAO so I have to cope with sharing it instead.

BIBLICALLY ACCURATE ANGEL SILVER IM IN LOVE????

BABY SILVER WITH BABY ANGEL WINGS!!! oh they are so soft and fluffy, like dreams and clouds and silk all at once!! the imagery of him draping them over lilia while they nap or simply shielding him from the sun with one as he gets older....my heart!!!

And then considering the imagery of extremely pissed off biblically accurate silver protecting his loved ones against any who would seek to bring them harm!!! Absolutely terrifying to behold!! I don't know why I'm partial to the specific one of the large eye surrounded by countless wings but that's what I think of!! All those wings to sweep up and protect his loved ones, and more to deal out powerful blows of damage, with one dizzying aurora-hued eye that can seem like the most gentle gaze that allows you to simply bask in unconditional acceptance or the most horrific choking sense of inevitable judgement for what you've done against the word of good.

FANTASTIC CONCEPT I WISH I COULD DRAW IT

on the other hand, the thought of lilia being in such awe and wonder of his child, this pure and innocent being who has been granted to him, who loves him unconditionally and uses his powers to make lilia's life kinder and easier as silver tries to take away the aches and pains and nightmares... I could see it verging into a cult of two territory; lilia being very protective and possessive of his son, the thought of throwing himself into service to protect the boy?angel?savior? at any and all costs, to be his knight in shining armor to keep him safe and unsullied from the world. silver becoming like this odd forest deity creature who pours his magic so willingly into the woods and gives freely to those that need his kindness, and his father is only too happy to kneel to him, renewed in his purpose to serve his benevolent, angelic son...

[elfqueen006]

Practical Magic - Twisted Wonderland draft

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A/N: Started this back in May. The story is still in progress but this is a rejected draft that might only come back as a later scene rather than the first chapter like it was intended.

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"You got something to say to me?!"

Oh lord, not again.

"Say it to my face then!"

The telltale sound of Grim's flagrant ranting could be heard around the corner, and you were quick to find the source. You find him standing before the housewarden of Savanaclaw - Leona Kingscholar. Alongside him stood his lackey, Ruggie Bucchi, as well as a few other Savanaclaw residents. A hot-headed cat against an arrogant lion... not the best combination.

"Out of the way you glorified housecat." Leona sneered.

"Not until you apologize for stepping on my tail! " Grim hissed.

"You should've watched where you were going. And can't you fly? What were you doing on the ground anyway?"

"That's not none of your business!" The magic cat then raised his paws, "Apologize now or face my wrath!"

Leona was already revving up a jinx. Ruggie shook his head with a snicker, "He's so dead."

Alright that was enough. You needed to stop your "familiar's" posturing before things got out of hand. Stepping out of the shadows, you retrieved your special candle from your book bag and wound a strand of thread around it continuously while reciting a mantra.

"I bind you Grim from doing harm

I bind you from doing harm to yourself and others"

Grim let loose a battle cry (or rather a yowl) as he summoned his flames. But all that came were small licks of fire in the corners of his vicinity. He furrowed his brows, looking around him.

"I mean- uh- NYAH! "

He cried out once more to call upon his power but the rose as soon as they fell.

"Eh? What is this?!" Grim cried.

"That's enough out of you." You said, snatching Grim up by the scruff. He yowled and flailed around in your grasp, claws out and trying to scratch you, but you held him at arms length.

Leona narrowed his eyes at you, "Herbivore."

You glance at him and quirk a brow, "Leona."

"Nyack! Lemme go, human! I gotta find out what's wrong with my powers so I can teach these upstarts a lesson!" Grim said.

"I took your powers, Grim, you can have them back when you start behaving; I'm sick of cleaning up the aftermath of your messes!"

Savanaclaw, as well as some passerby within the hallway started staring at you incredulous.

"Hooold up, hold up, hold up!" Ruggie waved his hands before taking up your side and leaning in, looking between you and Grim.

"You're the Ramshackle prefect, aren't you?" He asked. You nod slowly.

"Headmaster said that you didn't have any magic in ya."

"He's not wrong..."

"And yet you still managed to take the powers of this little weasel here?"

"Hey!" Grim shouted. You ignore him and hold him under the pit of your arm.

"It's more like I stalled them away for a bit. I don't usually have to keep him binded for long."

He grins fiendishly and rests a surprisingly firm hand on your shoulder. "That so? You been holding out on us then?"

"Nope, I'm still very much non-magical."

The Savanaclaw students stood peering inquisitively at conversation before them, with Leona looking more invested in the matter than he did at any class lecture.

"Oh come on, prefect! We're friends right? Friends share secrets, and then we all have a good laugh about it! Come on, laugh with me !"

At once you lost control of your limbs, moving your arms in tune with Ruggie's own movements as he made a motion to have you reach inside your bag and pull out a large book and pass it to him.

"A grimoire, huh? An old one too. I don't see many people carry these around anymore. You must be old school, huh?" Ruggie inquired with his signature snicker. You try to snatch it back from him but he teleports by his housewarden's side. With you distracted, Grim had fallen from your grasp and scurried off somewhere.

Thankfully though, your binding spell had been pocketed safely, so you didn't have to worry about him wreaking havoc elsewhere at least.

Ruggie holds the book open for his "boss" and the other students to read.

"I don't see what the big deal is," Leona said, "Almost everyone uses a grimoire."

"Yeah, but this is like, ancient. Oldheads use this type of thing." Ruggie explains.

You try to run around snatch the book back but the well-built Savanaclaw students just about formed a barricade trying to get a peek at your book. Some of them seemed genuinely interested while others indirectly heckled you for being so out of touch.

"I think my gran uses something like this!"

"Sam said he has one from his mother's side."

"I know they're from another world but surely they have something known as 'the internet'?"

Sick of hearing their drivel, you crawl under the crowd, squeezing between their obscenely impressive calves and trunk like legs so you could reach up and snag the book from Ruggie's grasp.

You clutched the grimoire to your chest, breathing heavily. You then turn to the hyena beastman and point a foreboding finger at him. "I'm gonna get you for that."

He clutches his chest and mock winces.

Leona pushed his locs over his shoulder. "So you're a practitioner?" He asked casually.

You blinked at him. He knew?

"Don't look so surprised." He said.

You couldn't not be. Leona was already a hard book to read. He was smart, that much you could tell. But he rarely showed any dedication to any of his classes or anything that didn't concern Spell Drive practice. So of course it'd grab you out of the blue to find out that he knew about practitioners.

Practitioners were traditional witches and warlocks who depended on the energy of the universe, spoils of the earth, and their gods to make magic.

One couldn't exactly pinpoint when people became channelers - sorcerers that were naturally able to produce magic from their bodies - but some have reason to believe it was bestowed upon them by the same gods they worshipped in the dark years.

"Y-yeah," You finally reply, "What of it?"

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Silver, Idia: Believe in the Me that Believes in You

I’m not a huge fan of Silver, but his Broomquet Groovy is one of my favorites ^^ I really love the color of the sky and how the birdies have come to fly with him!

Silver talks about training with Lilia in this interview; I kept thinking of Mulan's training montage during it. He also mentions that Lilia pat his head for the first time in a while and told him he's grown into a fine young man so of course I had to make jokes about how "it'll be the final time" and "Lilia's finally booting Silver out of the house now that he's 18 so papa can fuck off to retirement"—

A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.

"How do you spend your days off?"

Idia looked up from his clipboard. H-Huh?! Do I really have to ask this?! I-Isn't it obvious what Silver-shi's answer will be? Obviously, an air-headed macho man like him's going to say...

“When possible, I work on my equestrian skills and horse handling technique. Otherwise, I train.”

“O-Oh… right…” Idia failed to curb his lack of enthusiasm.

See?! I totally predicted that!! He’s got zero brain cells upstairs, all the brain cells were beaten out of existence by his muscles! Now all that's left is a space-case!

Silver took one look at Idia’s bug-eyed stare, and a realization (the wrong realization) set in. “Are you curious about my regimen? I’m sorry, I will elaborate.

"As one of the young master's knights, it is my responsibility to protect him. This requires maintaining peak physical performance. To begin with, my regular warm-up involves stretching, then 100 sit ups, 100 push-ups, 100 squats, and a 10 kilometer run."

"B-B-BWEH?!" Idia practically choked on his own saliva. "D-Did you really just say all of THAT for a warm-up?! And you do that willingly? For FUN?!“

"Yes, that's right. It's very light and helps to wake my body up. After that is when the 'real' training begins. I do cardio and focus on different parts of the body depending on the day of the week."

"Wh-When do you find the time to take breaks?! J-Just listening to you describe your daily exercise is making my muscles cry..."

"Ah, you're wondering how I'm able to keep up with my routine."

Huh?! It's like this guy just button mashed his way past NPC dialogue and only got the gist of what I just said!! I didn't think it was possible to meet someone that runs on autopilot IRL!!

"From a young age, my father instilled in me the importance of staying active and fit." Silver smiled fondly at the thought, ignorant to Idia's woes. “He set up obstacles courses and would give me chores that built up my strength. I’d also play tag with the animals when I wasn’t chopping wood or fetching pails of water for us.

“Sometimes Sebek would join me. We’d have a lot of fun together braving spiked pits, climbing cliffs, and surviving in the wild with only the clothes on our backs. We came out of it stronger in body, mind, and heart—they were very valuable experiences for us.”

Serenity never parted from Silver’s face the entire time he described his hellish childhood. Meanwhile, his interviewer had progressively grown paler and paler. Now he was the exact hue of a fresh corpse.

“Hmm? You don’t look too good, Idia-senpai,” Silver noted. Worry suddenly marred his gentle beauty.

He jumped. “N-Nope! I-I'm fine, my health is at max!!"

A lie—the entire interview had been mentally draining for the introvert.

"Are you sure?" Silver stepped closer, his expression turning deadly serious. “If you’re feeling unwell…”

Idia gulped. He wasn’t certain if he was overheating from the scorching May day or if it was his nerves getting the better of him.

“… You should work out with me and Sebek. I’m sure he won’t mind the extra company.”

A freight train slammed into Idia’s gut. He staggered back, mouth hanging open at the audacity of Silver’s suggestion, the one million and one things wrong with it.

"A-Are you crazy or what?! Th-There's no way I'd survive!! The only exercise I do is waving light sticks around for idol concerts, I can't handle anything more than that! P-Plus, a shut-in otaku like me can't deal with being shouted at just for existing, I’ll instantly fold!!"

“I understand, Idia-senpai.”

For a moment, his hopes welled. “A-Alright, GG. We’re done with the interview then. You can get going on the birthday road now…”

But much to Idia’s horror, the birthday boy continued.

“I also told myself, ‘I can’t do this’ and, ‘I want to give up’ when I first started my fitness journey—but throughout all my doubts, my father was there to support me, and Sebek was my friend and rival, motivating me to improve.

“At NRC too… I’ve met people who support me. I can ride a horse as well as I can because Riddle instructed me. I won an arm wrestling contest because my classmates cheered me on. There are many things I was able to do only because others were there for me in my time of need.”

“Where… are you going with this shounen anime protag speech?” Idia asked warily.

“It’s hard to do it alone, but you’re not alone at all, senpai. I will be there to cheer you on, and we can work together to help you accomplish wellness goals.” Silver stated matter-of-factly. “I believe in you, so please believe in yourself!”

“E-Eh…? Seriously, what’s with you… Is everything I’m saying going in one ear and out the other?”

H-How can one person be a literal beacon of light and goodness in the world?! Is Silver-shi really the kind of person who tries to empathize with even the characters fandoms unanimously hate? Would he walk up to a broom and try to shake its hand?

A firm pat on the shoulder snapped Idia out of his spiraling thoughts. He found Silver staring him down, an encouraging smile on his lips.

"I need to head off on the birthday road now, but I want you to know that you're always welcome to my workout sessions, and I'll always be in your corner."

"W-Wait," Idia stammered meekly, "I never agreed to take you up on your offer... P-Please tell me you won’t show up unannounced in my dorm to drag me outside…!!”

WHOOSH!

The Ignihyde dorm leader was silenced by a powerful kickback of magic to the face. The fire of his hair flew around him—and when the flames cleared out of his sight, he saw that Silver was already a dot in the distance.

Petals danced upon the breeze, as white as the clouds stretched across the brilliantly cerulean sky. Night Raven College was drenched in golden sunlight, and spring come out in full force. The day was as picturesque as an image straight out of a storybook.

Thrilled song filled the sky as a procession of birds joined him in flight. Pink, green, blue—a flurry of colored feathers as they hurried to Silver’s side.

One planted a light peck on his cheek, another nibbled on the ribbon trailing from his bouquet. The third paved his way, trumpeting the arrival of a prince, pure of heart, with his beloved animal companions.

It was as though Mother Nature's messengers had come out to wish Silver a happy birthday.

Idia was almost mesmerized by the sight.

Almost.

“Silver-shi really does belong in a whole new world… far, far away from me!!”