You again...
It seems that no matter what he does, Leona is cursed to run into perverted onlookers after his club activities.
Again, a redraw of this piece I did two years ago. I tried to add perspective and angles, but… I'm not good at it :')
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You again...
It seems that no matter what he does, Leona is cursed to run into perverted onlookers after his club activities.
Again, a redraw of this piece I did two years ago. I tried to add perspective and angles, but… I'm not good at it :')
...I beg your finest pardon?
Once again, someone has made a VERY inappropriate comment about Malleus's prominent and well-proportioned cleavage. And once again… he's not happy about it. A redraw of this piece I did about 2 years ago—man, how time flies.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game), Twisted-Wonderland: The Animation (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationships: Dire Crowley & Yuu | Player, Grim & Yuu | Player (Twisted-Wonderland) Characters: Dire Crowley, Yuu | Player (Twisted-Wonderland), Grim (Twisted-Wonderland) Additional Tags: Mention of Kidnapping, mention of murder, Not Canon Compliant, sentient ramshackle, there is no happy ending, Short One Shot, One Shot, Accidental Death, Unreliable Narrator, DIRE CROWLEY SHOULD NOT BE TRUSTED Summary:
¿Qué haces cuando se te deja a cargo un ser que solicita como comida algo que es moralmente incorrecto? ¿Algo que cuando es completamente digerido solo deja un vacio en la vida de los demas pero un estomago lleno?
Dire Croweley lo alimenta, por el bien de su escuela.
You have the worst luck in the world.
This is a silly idea that's been floating around in my head for a couple of days, and I don't have the physical or mental strength right now to turn it into a full-fledged fanfic, so I'm leaving you with this offering of strange ramblings that maybe, just maybe, one day I'll complete.
In the beautiful world of Twisted Wonderland, only a tiny percentage of the population is capable of magic. The number is so small that half the time, if someone tells you they're a magician, it's very likely they're a con artist or some weirdo who watched one of those online tutorials that use cheap clickbait, the kind that say, "How to become an ultra-mega-powerful magician in 10 easy steps!" or "What the big magic corporations don't want you to know."
Like in cults, when some crazy person with a God complex claims to be able to see the future, cure diseases with just their mind, and promise eternal happiness at the end of the road with a simple payment of all your material possessions and your individuality.
It's so rare that there are certain cities or towns where you only see a magician every 10 or 20 years, and they usually leave to live an amazing or luxurious life, although they don't really achieve it. I mean, have you seen the job postings lately? They're terrible and very poorly paid, but that's a topic for another day. The rest of the population has to settle for their monotonous, repetitive, and mostly boring lives.
Especially young students, because there really isn't much to do when your life revolves around going to school, homework, exams, and the occasional gossip about some kid from another class or a teacher and their divorce or whatever happens to the adults who have accepted that life is a drag.
And you, dear reader… You're just as normal and boring as the rest of the majority of the population.
Yes, you live in a world where magic exists, but it's not like you can use it.
In your hometown, magicians are so rare you might think they're extinct. The last one you met was a 60-year-old man who didn't even do anything exciting; he was a car salesman who used his magical abilities to make windshield wipers wear out less quickly or to change the paint color cheaply.
Your dad paid him a pretty penny to make his car bird-poop-proof. It was certainly a great investment because they've saved a fortune on cleaning, and you can see the envy on your neighbors' faces from time to time.
But back to the point. You're boring, ordinary, and as basic as a video game NPC with a repetitive, clichéd plot. You haven't had any exciting adventures unless you count the time your neighbor's chihuahua decided you were its mortal enemy and chased you all over the block when you were a kid.
So it's understandable to say you're shocked, and scared to death, when you suddenly wake up in a coffin, wearing black robes and seeing a man in a bird mask talking to a mirror. A LIVING MIRROR.
Between the shock, confusion, and fear of having been kidnapped to join a strange cult, you don't realize that you're now standing in front of said mirror.
It looks at you, and unlike what it did with the other young people there, it remains silent for a long time after you reluctantly tell it your full name. Its pause is so long that the birdman himself starts asking if it's broken.
After what seems like an awkward eternity, it tells you something you already know very well. You don't have a single trace of magic in your body or soul.
There are confused whispers, jeers, and what sounds like pity in the voices of everyone present in the strange room that you're still swearing is part of some initiation rite from a horror movie.
After the public humiliation you just endured, and the rest of the students you now discover are escorted to their respective dormitories, you're taken to the headmaster's office so you can call home and explain why you vanished into thin air. But you're in for a surprise.
Apparently, your mother, in her blissful innocence cough stupidity cough, stumbled across a strange online form about how to ensure her son or daughter's future success, and without a second thought, she enrolled you in what she swears was some kind of after-school program to improve your academic and social skills.
It's apparently a real course that Dire Crowley, the birdman and headmaster of NRC, offered to help the younger generation, not to mention it's easy money for him. But somehow, his paperwork got mixed up, and you ended up officially enrolled as an NRC student.
This is a mistake that could easily be fixed if Crowley admitted his error, completed the necessary paperwork, issued your mother a refund, and allowed you to use the mirror to get home.But the words “Responsibility” and “Crowley” don’t mix; they’re like oil and water.
So now, you're enrolled for a full year at NRC as the only damn non-magical student (and the only woman, if that's you, my dear potential reader). Everyone there is hideous, in every sense of the word except physically.
It's as if the Big Seven decided to allocate all the worst attributes a living being can have to a single jar, except for ugliness. Because, damn, they're all ridiculously good-looking. Even the ugliest of your classmates are good-looking!
And you have the misfortune of being someone who falls in love ridiculously fast. Someone says something nice to you once, and you're already hearing wedding bells and sending out imaginary invitations for what, in your delusional mind, will be your wonderful married life.
The good thing about you and your simple, boring, and monotonous self is that you've NEVER done anything about your crushes. They stay in your head. You write in your diary how much you love them, how beautiful they are, how much you like how well (badly, terribly, you could almost say horribly) they treat you, and that's where your feelings stay.
You've always done that. You buy a cheap notebook, fill it with love letters you'll never send to your crush, and once you've filled it or feel like you've gotten everything off your chest, you burn it.
It's simple, effective, and nobody has to go through any kind of embarrassing confession of love. You don't have to think about the possible public humiliation you'd receive once you get rejected, and your crush saves themselves from looking like a heartless idiot when you start crying over your very obvious heartbreak.
Everything's going well, everything's relatively calm, you've made friends with a group of freshmen who shouldn't be left without any adult supervision, and you're starting to think that maybe this whole experience isn't as bad as you initially thought.
When you realize your love diary is NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. You've searched high and low. You even got your friends looking, and nobody's seen it! Not even Ortho!
It takes you a good 15 minutes and a ridiculous number of deep breaths to relax a little. Okay, don't panic. The school is ridiculously big, and maybe someone found it, read it, laughed at your stupid poems, and threw it away.
I mean, you can't be so unlucky that your crush found it, read it cover to cover, and specifically recognized your handwriting, right?… RIGHT?
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Hi everyone!!
I never thought I'd actually finish this project anytime soon, so I kept it mostly under wraps for a long, long time.
And I cannot believe I'm finally able to say this but!!
My very own interactive fanfic!!
The characters in the game right now are: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Lilia and Floyd.
The reader is gender neutral.
Each character has 12 obtainable endings — 6 romantic and 6 platonic endings! (A total of 108 Endings!)
You get to choose if you want a romantic or platonic end!
5+ scenes for each character with some having hidden triggers to get to them!
Each route is about 12k-17k words. (A total of 144,155 words!!)
The endings depend on the choices you make!
A very few of my mutuals and friends knew what I was upto, and I'm extremely thankful for their presence!!!
Especially @charredcipher who helped me test everything thoroughly. I genuinely owe them my life, and he's the reason I was able to fix and polish this so quickly!!
Anyways!! I hope you guys enjoy it <3
Oh my goodness, this is beautiful! I'm laughing so hard on the Vil route. God help me, and may being myself not backfire.
A belated drawing of Vil for his birthday. I took way too much creative freedom with his hair, because I worked so hard on his eyes and I didn't want his damn bangs to cover them. Imagine it started raining or something to justify him being wet because I have no logical reason for it.
A drawing of Leona because I feel like we as a fandom moved too fast on how good the damn guy looks with his hair up. I'm still crying about not getting his card for Halloween.
Here's a little drawing of Ortho that was collecting dust on my work computer for about 6 months. I made it in CorelDraw with a mouse and a dream because whenever I take my tablet on "dead" days (as I call them), I summon clients to ask for a thousand urgent jobs.
TWST - Dorm Analysis: Morals and Values
What gets a person sorted into one dorm or another? What dorm might you end up in if you were to attend the illustrious Night Raven College? Well look no further than here for the answers to your struggles and questions!
Truth be told I saw somebody try and do this once, but their analysis felt rather biased and left me unsatisfied, so here’s a little something I like to call: “Soul’s Deep-Dive Analysis into the Morals and Values of the Seven Dorms of Night Raven College”!
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Silver the boy who bites
Do you think Silver was one of those kids who would bite other kids if left alone for five seconds? Because I do. I mean, he was raised by Lilia, and I'm sure that at some point he taught him that in a life-or-death situation, anything goes as long as you get out alive.
Whether Silver actually applied that lesson is another story.
I can totally picture him around eight or nine years old, arguing about some nonsense with Sebek, when he suddenly stops talking and decides to bite the green-haired kid on the arm. Lilia doesn't know whether to be proud or stressed because his youngest son just used the grandson of his old war buddy as a biting tool.
I imagine the scene going something like this:
"Silver, you can't just bite people for no reason!"
“But you said I should…”
“Yes, but only in EXTREME situations.”
“…Sebek is extremely annoying.”
No one knows whether to laugh or cry because he said that with a completely serious face. Sebek cries for a while after that, but the next day the kids go back to talking and playing as if nothing had happened, so everyone involved lets it go and forgets about it.
…Until he enters NRC, the overblot disaster happens, and amidst conversations and laughter, they discover that he still bites his classmates. To be more specific, he bites Malleus every time they have a stupid sibling argument.
Malleus doesn't mind because he always bites back.
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A tyrant and his flamingos about to lose their heads…
Tumblr ruined the quality, open to see it better.
This is a little sketch of a silly idea about an alternate universe where Pure Vanilla Cookie enters the world of TWST as the prefect.
I like to think about the interactions he'd have with the whole first-year group and the other characters, so here are a few.
Grim HATES PV's staff. He's terrified that it's a flower with a giant eye and will swear on his life that it's evil. This just makes PV a little sad; no one has ever told him that his faithful friend is strange or scary, so he doesn't know why Grim seems so afraid of him.
EVERYONE thinks his staff is weird, but no one is going to admit out loud that they're scared of a giant sunflower. Especially if said staff belongs to a blind man.
PV has a love/hate relationship with tea parties in Heartslabyul. On one hand, he loves sweets, on the other, he simply can't help but tremble when he sees someone eating a cookie.
Nobody believes he's capable of defending himself until some idiot pushes him to the limit and ends up beating him up. Who? I don't know yet, but I know it takes Professor Vargas to separate him from that fool. (I just saw the spoiler that he viciously ran over SMC, so…)
He won't exactly apologize to the person, but he tries to make peace once his anger subsides (whether it works or not depends a lot on the person he fought with).
It's not until a couple of months after his appearance at NRC that Ace realizes he can grow a beard. The entire first-year group convinces him to let it grow a little since it makes him look tougher. PV is just happy that his new friends want to help him blend in better with his new surroundings.
That's all I have for now. Maybe I'll write more about this AU in the future.
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spent the last few days making a twst login tracker for fun and thought i'd share! feel free to use it as long as you credit me! (stickers are for tracker use only, please do not use them anywhere else)
Download here: [Link]
Update 2025.12.01: Items added! Now you can track what they brought & put a hat on the birthday boy if it's their month too (inspired by one of my followers who doodled items on their tracker)
Updated with items added to the drive! Have fun!
He's super late to his own birthday but at least he brought me cupcakes 🎉🧁
IF I DONT GET DAWN ARMOR SILVER THEN I WILL JUMP OFF A FREAKING CLIFF
How I love these two rare, animal-loving people with light hair and striking eyes.
Don't trust a child's laughter, especially not in the middle of the night…
It's almost Halloween, and my inner voice compels me to draw Wind in terrifying ways. This is a redraw of something I did in 2019. I did one last year, but to be honest, I didn't like how it turned out.
Be careful, he's fragile.
I've been listening to Forget-me-not on loop, and all I can think about is Malleus holding a baby Silver, thinking it's the ugliest thing he's ever seen. Poor, naive Dragon, if only you knew that in a couple of years you could destroy the world for that child.