#yuude

[prizzi-la]

"Director Crowley vs. Director Ambrose LXIII"

Arguing about which Academy gets to keep Yuude xD

As I didn't have much to do, I came up with a simple drawing without too many details, and then I remembered these two, haha. I imagine them fighting over which Academy suits Yuude better for her stay in Twisted Wonderland and also over who is the one to send Yuude back to her normal world where she grew up.

[gia-xy]

I feel like I have to keep shipping Zuwee and Yua after watching today's episode.

Zuwee, who kept listening to his superior's orders, spoke up when Yuuna was using Yuud and deceiving the DME so her personal desire would come true.

It might be because she was trying to do something to Yuudi, but if that was seriously the reason, why the heck he did not speak up from the moment he was told to bring Yuudi??

Then, the answer was that Yuuna was crossing the line, and she did that just for her own good—I did not know if she actually had a more noble intention behind all of this, but from the character's eyes, she was doing something unbelievable just because of her feelings for Yuuga.

Yua herself was having no problems if Yuuna was trying to go to the future since she naturally thought that Yuuna might be Yuuga's partner in the future on ZuweeYua gag episode, but she was angry because Yuuna was trying to do something to harm other people. Then, Zuwee himself should know that Yuuna might try to travel time or something, but he also did not say anything about Yuuna's obsession with Yuuga.

In the end, ZuweeYua did not agree when they knew Yuuna's way to make her desire come true. For Yua, she did not want to harm other people, and In the end, Yuuna had a different vision from her. For Zuwee, he did not like her main reason for doing those things as he said what Yuuna did was not more than a personal desire. Then, he values Yua's vision as something more valuable than Yuuna's right?? Yua was doing all the bad things to protect Yuuga—protect her family—and she was not actually okay with harming other people through the process. For Yuuna, even though she was sad about what she might have to do, she actually did it and her reason was to make her dreams come true—at least, that was how the situation seemed to be currently, not that I did not suspect she might have hidden reason since she did not say her purpose to finding Yuuga in the future.

So after all, it was not just because of her resolution …. Zuwee, omg, this damn knight. It was because he was once drowned in her feelings, after all. It was because he found how noble she was. 🫢 Damn, why? My eyes, you filter things too much. You will drop tears in the end. 😭

I was not trying to talk badly about Yuuna; I was trying to talk about my ship. Please do not take me wrong. 🥺 Is there even any chance for Zuwee to revolt and stand on his own again? I am waiting for you, Captain. 💪🏼✨

No, actually, please just go back to Yua. I think the Darkmen need help to support her. AND WE DID NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THE DARKMEN IN THE NEXT EPISODE???

I WANT TO WATCH THE NEXT EPISODE. MY GIRL WILL HAVE HER DUEL AGAIN. 😤

[veenxys]

“just shiggy keeping you safe from anyone other than those in the league in the MHA universe.”

I finished it a little faster than I thought but here is what I promised. just merged two manga caps together I thought would fit and went with your reference. hope you like it <3

HOLY SHITT FLDKSKFKSKFKSKKGKSKFKDKSKCMKCKSKJFDK I'M SWINGING MY LEGS FORWARD AND BACK LIKE AN IDIOT AND I CAN'T STOP SMILING!1!!1!1! IWANT TO CRY SO HARD!!1!11! THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT THING EVER AND I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER FOR THAT,,,, THANK YOU SO MUCH FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW PERFECT THIS IS IT LOOKS LIKE A WORK OF ART I'M ON THE FLOOR DYING SHAKING CRYING SOBBING PASSING OUT

[yuud]

olie op papier                                DANS

[l-imer-ence]

[loverdotpng]

okay I was just about to prepare for bed but. the concept of Ichim/oku/ren having a crush on the shin/iga/mi he rarely crosses paths with is

[deetvar]

Some Silesia Worldbuilding.

Some stuff for Learn To Fly worldbuilding.

- Silesse is the name of the capital city, while Silesia is the name of the country as a whole. Older histories call the land Yuud, or something similar. Still working on that.

- Silesia used to be autonomous city states but Crusader Sety had the backing of Zaxon and Sailane for a unified kingdom. Thove resisted but due to their limited resources being so far north, it became a war of attrition.

- Lubeck is further east and its proximity to the Yied Desert allows for a better enviroment & climate for foods that wouldn't grow further northwest. It too would be forcibly absorbed and there would be tensions after of them wanting to exert autonomy or wrestle power from the Crown. Something something, it's ruling noble family would be extinguished during a failed rebellion and a Silesse backed puppet would be placed on the seat. This is not Mexica-Tlateleloco.

- Pamela comes from the noble family of Thove and is hot shit wanting to prove herself. Mahnya and Erinys are from Lubeck.

- Pamela holding a shovel to Mahnya's chin: YOU THINK YOU'RE HOT SHIT DON'T YOU?

- Sailane is Lubeck's closest "rival" since it's ports allow rare goods from Agustria (and Verdane by proxy). Piracy greatly threatens troubles their trade prospects.

- Maios marries into the Thove noble family (Pamela's cousin to be exact).

- Lewyn is part Sailane through his mother (and through his maternal side of his family secure the means to escape into Agustria.)

[cyberloveza]

Tale of the Green Beast | A Shreklock Story

It was a quiet day. I would've loved to chat more with Holmes, but the movie we had just watched left me… off. As if Holmes and I had just cuddled by the fire, him regaling me with his crime novels as he'd come to do often recently, knowing that if I was ever murdered, he would dismember his sole to kill the man responsible… but he was the one that killed me in the first place?

Holmes and I strolled down the hallway, him with his arm around my shoulder, and stopped at our flat.

I dug into my pockets for the key.

Holmes tapped his foot as he waited. His usual impatience. A few moments passed, and he stopped. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze fell into his thoughts. His nose scrunched.

"Is that coffee?" He looked up at the door.

"Coffee?" I sniffed the air. The scent had come from through the door. "Wait- yes. It's coming from inside!"

Holmes grabbed the doorknob and turned it, but it wouldn't budge.

"This doesn't make sense. We don't drink coffee, we drink tea! Watson, unlock the door."

I jammed the key into the hole and pushed open the door. The smell of coffee packed the room and flooded into the hallway. Its potency burned my throat. Along with tears from… onions?

Holmes studied the room, as he could find the most miniscule of things that were displaced. And as always, he saw it. But…his jaw dropped.

I followed his thousand-yard-stare to the couch. My lord…

Lightning shocked my heart as I saw the green, panic-inducing hand pick up his coffee mug and an onion in the other.

"Shrek?!" We said at the same time.

"Gitoud o' me flat, will ya?"

Holmes raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me, sir but with all due respect, leave. This isn't your house."

"Yuud messan' wit the wroöng ogre."

My knees shook as my whole body paralyzed in fear. I heaved out every breath, and let not one in. My eyes flickered. A cold shock crawled up my skin. Soon, all I could see was the green in front of me, and as always, black.

My brain was working overtime, making sure I only got the most horrific dreams, like Shrek breaking my fingers one by one and stabbing my head while Holmes wasn’t looking. I didn’t even want to think about what could’ve happened while I was out. In the dark void that was my closed eyes, warm colors began to peak through.

The warm sheets were blurry as they caressed my palm, becoming clear and solid as the static cleared from my sleeping body. I opened my eyes.

Holmes. He leaned over me, looking directly into my eyes.

“Holmes…? Wha…” I said as my lips fruitlessly delivered my words.

“Watson, are you okay?”

I groaned as the side of my neck burned. I must’ve slept in a strange position.

“I’m… I’m fine, Holmes. I just- I dunno…”

“Easy, my friend,” he touched my forehead, as if to check I wasn't running a cold. “Dinner will be done in a few minutes. Lay back until then.”

He touched my arm as I eased again into the warm bed.

I wanted to clear my head of him. That green monstrosity…

The bed weakly rumbled as the sound of heavy footsteps approached the door. The noise that shook my core.

I broke into a sweat.

"Eh Sherlœk, dinne's readi!"

A devil's cry pierced up my skin. It was still here. Not only that. I had to share a table with him.

Dammit. No no no no no no no no…

We already set the plates and forks. Holmes waited calmly as his bowl was being prepared. I… well I couldn't. My mind was lightning. I cringed at the thought of his giant fingers touching anything near my food.

A thud came from the kitchen. I flinched.

Holmes looked over at the kitchen entrance. "What was that?"

"Nuthan!" The monster said back. I hoped he didn't think that was reassuring somehow. I knew what he was doing.

I stood up from my chair.

Holmes impatiently tapped his fork on the cream white plate. He met my gaze.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

The truth grobbled in my throat, but I kept it in.

"The food smells so delicious, Holmes," I said shamelessly. "I just have to see it now."

His face brightened up. "Oh, eggers!"

Eggers? Eggers? That Shrek got to him. Holmes's mind was on its way to a slow, green rot and I had to stop it.

I turned into the kitchen, the savory smell of tomatoes and chicken drowned me in its deliciousness, unfortunately. In front of the stove was the demon himself.

He reached into his pocket. Something clacked inside as he pulled out a small red… salt shaker? Strange red flakes floated into the soup, his big hands still choking the entire bottle.

I stood straight. I couldn't make it obvious that my knees trembled.

He looked at me.

"I jost gõtte put i in de bowls. Be paeshent."

"No worries. Why don't I handle it? I said, holding my hand out as I walked closer to the monster.

"I gott it. If ya wonderin about the shaker, it's only pepper. Not de spicy kind."

Lies.

"Sure. I bet Holmes will love it."

Shrek nodded, and dumped the soup from the ladle into the bowl. Gross. Disgusting. I'd rather die than eat that. My head ached just standing there. Slowly, I stepped back and left the kitchen.

Silence. I didn't dare let a word escape my mouth. I took a sip of my wine as Holmes and the demon talked their hearts out.

"Ur a verrie smaot man, Mr. Holmes." It said.

Holmes playfully extended out his hand, blushing like a teenage girl.

"Awww- I- ha ha" he chuckled over his sentence. "Stop, you're embarrassing me."

Holmes glanced at me, then back at Shrek. He didn't talk to me like that. He never talked to me like that. What the hell is this?

I idly stirred my soup, paying close attention to the broccolis. To the red specks that lay on their heads.

Holmes ate his seconds with the speed of a starving prisoner. I knew all the red specks were in his soup too. A love potion perhaps. Or maybe just poison.

Holmes coughed. His eyes shot wide open.

I looked at him. "Is everything alright?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he held his neck, and coughed his lungs out. I panicked.

"Holmes! Are you okay? Answer me!" I rushed out of my seat and over to him. I held his shoulders.

"Gggghhhhaaaa!" He responded.

Drats! He can't talk.

I tugged at his arm and pulled him out of his seat. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I put my hands under his ribcage and did the proper Heimlich maneuver.

A piece of pepper flake shot from his mouth. Holmes heaved as he loosened his grip from his neck. I cupped his hand in mine.

"Oh my god, are you okay?"

He stared at the bowl, emptiness was behind his eyes.

He laughed.

He roared. "I'm fine, John. It was just a flake of pepper. More soup will wash it down."

What.

I flared hot inside. Not from anger, but from how awkward I felt at the moment. Standing there, my face probably iron red. Yes, I saved his life, but it was still awkward.

I sat back down in my seat, still as a statue, watching Shrek and my partner gossip and chatter for the rest of dinner.

"Yoø drawin li'il pictures?"

I snapped cold. The satanic heat radiated in front of me as I slowly looked up. It wasn't a hallucination. That ogre was still here.

I set my pencil and journal down next to me. Quiet time on the couch was over.

I spoke. "I am. Why?"

He grinned, and from behind his back, pulled out five big books.

"Were we're goin', we don't gætt nou pictures."

My eyes widened.

---

After a few minutes, we successfully moved the table to the front door, leaving a clear spot on the floor for us to sit. I couldn't see the use, but that would hopefully be explained to me in due time.

Holmes's bedroom door opened, with the man himself emerging. He wore his dark red dressing robe and slippers.

He came to the sitting spot.

"This is the activity you've been raving to me about?" He looked at the demon.

"Ye, I gotte de buuks. Sit down."

Shrek patted the spot next to him. Holmes clapped his hands together and sat down next to him.

Five books sat in the center of us: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, The Great Gatsby, The Bible, Moby Dick, and the 1999 original book Can of Worms by Kathy Mackel.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What exactly are we doing?"

Shrek leaned forward and grabbed the Harry Potter book. He opened it.

"Yu pik a böok, and ask eech of us one queschon about it, then we rotate. We only gott three peopl and fyve books, but we'll still rotate the other two."

I blanked. I couldn't for the life of me understand the rules, but Holmes probably knew them well, so I could just copy him.

Holmes grabbed the 1999 original book Can of Worms by Kathy Mackel. I took The Bible.

---

Holmes had asked me to write the scores down in my journal, and I told him I'd do anything for him, so I obliged. Here's how it was looking:

I was dead last, but I took solace in that Holmes was doing so well. Though, my hands burned at the thought that it was only because of that demon's doing. Holmes didn't need him to win, but I couldn't do anything as it was his game.

My stomach roared inside me as I sat there with the Bible in hand. I hadn't eaten dinner. Shrek and Holmes watched me intently as I turned a couple pages.

I cleared my throat.

"This is your question, Holmes. What verse does David find Bath-seed-ba bathing?"

"2 Samuel 11:2!" Holmes declared loudly.

Shrek looked at him. "Again, smaot mann, Sherlock."

Holmes blushed again, the fangirl in him never truly leaving since dinner. Shrek picked up the Harry Potter book. A smile spread across his face, but his eyes… they flickered… with rage. His eyebrows pinched.

Shrek pulled his arm back like a baseball pitcher. Holmes's attention was on the pages of his book. The walls chanted at me, their voices rang in my ear. They knew. I knew. My heart beated in my chest as the smell of blood conjured in my head.

His arm swung forward, launching the book past Holmes's head and crashing it into the wall.

Another book sliced past Holmes's shoulder and banged on the floor behind him, making him fall over. My chest was twenty pounds heavy. Holmes trembled with terror in his eyes.

Shrek smirked.

"I gess gaem tyme's over." he stood up. "Time for bed, doncha think?"

He held a hand out for Holmes. He was reduced to a scared kitten, but he slowly reached out his paw to the demon's.

Shrek helped Holmes up from the floor. He snatched his hand away from the ogre.

"I-I'm going to take a shower now. I'll…" he trailed off, and walked away.

In a few seconds, he locked himself in the bathroom, probably sobbing at the thought of this ogre. Poor Holmes.

My blood boiled. I shot up from my seat.

“What the hell was that?” I shouted.

Shrek looked at me with a knowing stare.

He knows what he’s doing. He’s trying to piss me off.

I raised my fist at him. “You lay a hand on my friend, you’re dead. Dead!”

“I think yu fale too consider, who will really be dead.”

A smirk spread across his face. That evil grin… chilled my bones. I stood my ground and kept a fearless expression. Muffled shower noises leaked from the bathroom. Shrek turned his head towards it.

“Wach ouut, Doctor.”

I whispered angrily. “How did you know I was a doctor?”

He pointed at the door. Why would Holmes tell this beast my occupation? He was probably forced to do so.

Surrounded by near silence, Shrek stepped closer to the bathroom, his thunderous footsteps shaking my core. He knelt down at the door. One could only be so scared for someone else’s life before they should start fearing for theirs. What I’m saying is, I should've prayed that my heart could take whatever might happen next.

The demon pulled something out of his pockets. Something black and squirmy. I squinted at them, and it was awful. They were spiders.

One by one, the spiders crawled down Shrek’s green skin and onto the floor, sneaking under the space of the door and into the bathroom. Holmes had the worst surprise coming. I gasped as I knelt down to view the spiders.

“No.” I mumbled.

“Yez.” The devil replied.

“No!” I said as I leaped forward to the doorknob.

He raised a finger to his mouth and shushed me. The rings of the shower curtains clanged against the bar as they whooshed to the side.

“Watson?” A quite voice said through the showering water. “Watson!”

My heart ached. Holmes was saying my name. He needed me, but I couldn’t respond, less I wanted the ogre to hurt him more.

“Noble False Widows,” he said. “Moste poizunous in Englande. I don’t thank heez gonna mak it.”

“WATSON!!” Holmes screamed. His blood curdling pleads stung my ears.

As I gazed shocked at the door in disbelief, a shadow formed from mine. It was ogre-shaped. And from the side of my head, a baseball bat shape emerged. I froze. I was ice. My vision blotched black as I waited… and waited…

BAM.

Dark.

A dark room, furnished only by silhouettes. That's where I lay. My head burned with pulses against my pillow from the blunt force blow I was dealt sometime earlier.

I groaned. The covers caressed me as I pushed myself up.

What happened…

A creak sounded. I froze and became sober again.

"I was knocked out," I mumbled to myself. My heart blasted, racing on, breaking me into a cold sweat as the thought hit me. "Where's Holmes?"

My eyes widened in panic. My breaths were too quick to be considered breathing. I shakily hopped out of bed and scrambled to the nightstand for the lamp.

With one click, it flicked on. My room was a hurricane's path of debris. Though this time, it wasn't the green beast's fault.

I approached the door, my legs trembling at what could be behind it. I held the cold doorknob and turned it, and as I tugged, it didn't budge.

I tugged again. Nothing.

Was I trapped?

I glanced around the room, at the bed, at the dresser, at the floor. Nothing of note. I held my chest as I cooled down. I had to think:

Who put me here? And why?

The answer to the first one was obvious. It was Shrek. My answer to the second question would be confirmed for sure after I figured out my third question:

How do I get out of here?

Think, John. What did you do with the demon today?

I tapped my foot as I pondered. Shrek had made us dinner with dubiously edible pepper flakes, played a book game with us, and possibly mortally wounded Holmes with a spider. Aha, it was all connected!

I grabbed the 1999 original book Can of Worms by Kathy Mackel off the dresser. Next to where the book was, was a conveniently placed pepper shaker.

A spider crawled on the floor. Perfect. I knew how to get out.

In a few minutes, I sprinkled the pepper onto a blank page in the book, then recited the previous page's text backwards. I shut it immediately. Using the same book, I slammed it on the spider, threw it at the window and finally, unlocked the door.

That's what living with Sherlock Holmes does to your brain. You become smarter from his mere presence.

The door creaked open. I peeked through. No lights were on, leaving the flat in total darkness.

I blindly tiptoed out my bedroom. Despite my probable head injury, I was doing well navigating the few feet I traveled. However…

I touched the couch, and it felt… off. Tiny buzzes filled my ear, colors I shouldn't see in the dark blotted my vision, and dark red plagued my senses. The smell of blood.

I took a finger to a different part of the couch. My fingers dipped into a wet, squishy, warm patch of fabric, the substance leaking onto my hands. I pressed more, and panicked.

My hands shook as my breathing grew louder.

"Blood… blood…" I whispered. I quietly called for my friend. "Holmes… Holmes? Sherlock?"

A thunderous step sounded behind me. A familiar sound. I trembled again.

"Yuu finaly laerned wot I meant. You tők your sweet thyme, Doctor."

Beads of tears loomed around my eyes. My throat scratched on every word.

"Where's… where's Sherlock? Where's my friend?" I cried. I looked hopelessly in the darkness, unable to see the evil green beast.

A ray of light rose from behind and hit the floor beside me. It was from a torch. The light slithered past my feet, illuminating a slipper in front of me.

It kept going, then slowed. A drop of blood glimmered in the light. And more. And lingering, was a pool of dark blood gathering under a man wearing a robe.

"..."

I froze.

The beast came closer, letting his torchlight leak over the rest of the body and his face. The pale face of Sherlock Holmes.

I covered my mouth as I knelt down, his blood soaking my clothes.

"Sherlock? I-..." My voice wobbled. Tears flowed down my face.

I went cold. I knew.

Like a bomb, I exploded. The chaos, my tears and shrieks of fear bursted out of me. Sobbing and pure screams fought each other for my heart. My body went numb as my legs gave out. I coughed on the tears that flooded my face.

"Sherlock! SHERLOCK!" I yelled. The green beast grabbed me from behind. "No! No! You MONSTER! Bring him back! SHERLO-"

I coughed from my torn throat. My breath heightened as I finally ran out of tears to cry.

I stood there, unable to move from his arms. I didn't have it in me. Not anymore.

"Please… bring him back." I said quietly.

The monster squeezed me harder.

"No cann do, Doctor. I'm not-"

"Please… please…" I begged as I lost my voice.

The monster's grip loosened. Silence retook its place as I struggled to make a noise. He let go entirely and I could kneel to my friend one more time. The monster stepped back.

"Comm on, Sherlock. Partyz ovar."

Wh-wha…

Bells tolled far in the distance as I Iooked on at my friend.

Sherlock’s hand twitched. He shook as he pushed himself up off the floor, his eyes opening like a miracle itself had taken him. Was he undead?

The lights flicked on, and my partner stood tall once again. His gaze pierced through me, heating me like a fireplace. My mouth quivered.

"Sh-Sher…"

"Good evening to you too, Watson." He said with a smile.

I snapped cold.

"You're… You're a zombie!" I cried.

He chuckled. "Of course not, Watson. It's just me. I'm very much alive."

All senses flowed from me. I fell into a euphoric haze as I leaped forward to embrace him. Blood smeared across my clothes.

I looked at his wound, though there wasn't anything obvious.

"Sherlock, you're hurt."

"Oh no, this is fake." He took his finger to the blood and held it up at me.

My eyes widened. I slowly let go of Sherlock, and stepped back. It didn't make sense.

"S-so, this was all a prank? A joke?" I asked. The euphoria faded away.

Sherlock crosses his arms, then pointed at the blood-stained carpet.

"Well it's obvious, Watson. There is no trail of blood outside this puddle, suggesting no murder weapon was carried beyond this point, and it's too clean for a supposed surpised attack. Plus, there's no wound." He explained.

Sherlock glanced up at Shrek, smirking. Why?

"It was sloppy. Not a convincing crime scene."

"Yuu wont sum eggs wit that ham?" The demon said.

My relief morphed into confusion. Here I was, standing over a pool of fake blood and, what should've been, a white chalk outline. Sherlock and Shrek stood on either side of me. It was probably past midnight, and I was here instead.

What was happening?

"Why? Why would you do that?" Tears emerged from my eyes again.

Sherlock glared at me.

"It was for a very good reason. When we got back from the cinema, I could tell you were frightened, even more so when we saw our unexpected guest in our home. I was concerned when you passed out, but believed your fear to be unfounded, so me and Shrek decided to humor you. If you thought he was going to kill me, then he would 'kill' me."

"What-"

"I wasn't gonna really kill him. I woz tryin' to proove to you that' I woudn't." The ogre said.

I stared blankly at Shrek. My hands heated up and I turned my attention back to Sherlock. Worry spread across his face as I slowly stepped closer.

Standing in front of him now, I slapped him hard. My need to yell was less than dormant. I grabbed his robe.

"This was the dumbest plan you've ever conceived." I said gravely.

I let go of him and went to Shrek. I slapped him too. It wouldn't sting as bad though. I blame Sherlock for planning this in the first place. Shrek did absolutely nothing wrong.

I walked past the couch, intending to go back to bed. Intentionally this time.

"Watson, comm watch a movie wit us." Shrek said.

I smiled smugly, and turned around to face the green beast.

"Get out of my flat."

 

~The End~

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[prizzi-la]

"Outfit to 'calm' the Overblots XD"

Finally finished this ajajajjsaj

An attempt at a funny comic, and one of the many such moments that Yuude will experience throughout this AU XD

[fairyfall]

Yuude/Mitsuhide

When Yuude was slain by a reaper esque being his soul was taken, but his body was reborn without the memories of his past life and therefore goes by the name given to him by Conley- Mitsuhide. For simplicity I’ve included both in this description rather than two separate descriptions.

Nickname: none/ as Mitsuhide he’s sometimes called Mitsu

Age: 30/varies

Gender: Male

Height: 6′1′’/varies

Date of Birth: 3rd sun, 3rd moon, 2,993rd seed, 5th reign/ 6th sun, 6th moon, 3,023rd seed 5th reign

Species: Human

Occupation: High Inquisitor of Na’Tec/ none Mitsuhide mainly travels and fights with the party

Skills: Holy magic, enchanting/ various magic, various sword skills

Strength/Talent: excels at the piano/ learns quickly good at what he sets his heart to

Weakness: Self doubting/ sometimes distracts himself himself from what’s important

Hobbies: Piano, various activities with his family/ various activities that he learns from the main characters including cooking

Income: wealthy governing class/ none, is supported by Conley and learns tips from Seraphine

Personality: Laid-back, sensitive, caring/ a bit random sometimes energetic sometimes distant

Motivation: motivated by his love for his family/ motivated by the strange events that they believe have something to do with him

Discouragement: Sometimes takes things too personally/ when he feels he isn’t making progress

Confidence: A bit overconfident in the traditional ways of Na’Tec/ gains confidence throughout their journey

Greatest Fear: Being alone/ the unkown

In a Nut shell: Yuude is a laid-back family man who loves nothing more than his wife and two kids and is the High Inquisitor (high religious ruler) of Na’Tec/ Mitsuhide is a mysterious character found and unofficially adopted by Conley when he finds him on the floor of the Fieldport bar. When Mitsu begins to age rapidly the crew decides to figure out what is truly going on

Below is a picture from his face set and his sprite made with RPG maker vx ace

Yuude

Mitsuhide

[prizzi-la]

Malleus x Yuude (OC)

One of my favorite ships in my Twisted Wonderland AU, not official for now but definitely one of my favorites<3

Malleus attempting to flirt with Yuude, catching her off guard and looking at him with bewilderment, haha. By the way, Yuude calls Malleus in two ways, one is obviously "Tsunotarou," and the other in Spanish, calling him "Cornudo," haha.

[prizzi-la]

Malleus & La Mort

Here is the finished drawing; I enjoyed making it<3.

Just as I mentioned, I was going to explain something about this OC that appears behind Malleus. This female character doesn't have a specific name; she is simply the representation of "Death" ("La Mort" in French) in this alternate universe based of Twisted Wonderland.

While she doesn't interact directly with the characters, she does engage with some of them in a way that shows her interest, but it's more about guiding them to the afterlife.

To make things more interesting, she is intrigued by Malleus, but it's always challenging for "La Mort" to take those of Malleus's species. However, her interest extends beyond Malleus; "Mort" shows interest in other characters to guide them, including Yuude (My Yuu). However, no one can see her... at least until the moment she completes her work.

A way to better understand the interaction of this OC is to give you an example from a beautiful French musical, "Roméo et Juliette: de la Haine à l'Amour" from 2001.

Postscript, if you enjoy musicals, I recommend "Roméo et Juliette"; it's very beautiful<3 Besides, I'll be incorporating some references from that musical into my Twisted Wonderland fanfic.

In the following days, I might upload some attempts at manga/comics.

[prizzi-la]

"In this alternate universe based on Disney's Twisted Wonderland video game, the story follows Beaureté Yuude (real name: Agnes Rom), a 16-year-old gypsy girl facing challenges due to her unconventional background. Despite her captivating beauty, Yuude is discontent with her life of sporadic happiness, marked by her father's imprisonment and her mother's abandonment. Living in a Parisian gypsy camp, Yuude encounters ridicule in high school, amplified by envy from her peers."

"Supported by a caring affluent family, Yuude aspires to break free from her challenging circumstances. Her life takes an unexpected turn when her uncle Marius reveals her magical origins. Accidentally transported to a magical world, Yuude finds herself in a male Academy for magicians, embarking on unforeseen adventures and forming meaningful connections with friends who appreciate her for who she is, while also contributing her own support and joy."

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Character Sheet:

Name: Yuude Beaureté (Formerly known as "Agnes")

Yuude (Yuu- derived from the origin of Yuu, from Japanese 優, meaning "sweetness"/-ude comes from the name Esmeralda in French, "Émeraude").

Beaureté (Beau- comes from the French word for "beautiful"/-reté comes from Pureté, meaning purity).

Inspiration: Disney's Esmeralda (in physical appearance and attitude) and other versions of Esmeralda.

Origin:

New Paris, a remote country in the world of "Twisted Wonderland."

Formerly known as "Romaïa Magica."

Race: Human Gypsy/Romani

Age: 16 years

Height: 1.70m (5'7")

Physical Appearance:

Beautiful

Green eyes

Long, black hair

Brown skin

Wears a standard school uniform from the normal world: white shirt, purple and gold tie, mint green blazer

Sports a gold earring on the left ear, a gold bracelet on the left wrist, and matching bracelet and anklet on the right hand and right ankle.

Usually goes barefoot but occasionally wears shoes.

Education: Regular education; not outstanding in school but not ignorant either.

Languages: French (native language), knowledge of Spanish due to her stays in Andalusia and Paris.

Unique Magic: No magical abilities.

What could be considered magical is her family's inherited gift of exceptional memory, recalling even moments from early childhood.

Personality:

Kind

Innocent in many cases

Empathetic

Good-hearted

Courageous

Brave

Verbally agile

Street-smart

Cunning and moral

Friendly

Just

Affectionate

Romantic Interests: ---------- (Just for now haha)

Family:

Mother: "La Paulette," abandoned her when Yuude was 5 years old.

Father: "François," raised her after La Paulette abandoned her.

Uncle Marius: Maternal relative.

Other family: Most of her family is deceased, except for her uncle.

That's all for today, thank you for reading<3

[yuud]

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