Lorraine

“𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕? 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅?”

[saikoavd]

Starting my journey here as well :D (maybe this'll be my safe space)

For a starters, here have a headpat from Tsunotaro!

(I drew this when I overwhelmed with my college and I have no one to comfort me at that time, so I drew this to enlightened myself and it's works to me. I hope this will give you the same effects)

[llolian]

this warms my heart :(( thank you for sharing! i hope the rest of tumblr welcomes you with open arms<3

[llolianarchives]

Boggart: Internal

Defense Against the Dark Arts– learning how to counter a boggart is taught within a Fifth-year student's first semester. However, when Genevieve is required to face it once more for her year-end exam, it appears that her fears have been shaped anew.

(A/N: Genevieve Myra Moxie is an original character and MC stand-in of mine for the game and its storyline.)

A boggart is a non-being, deemed harmless by the textbooks. Harmless, it claims, as if psychological damage has the worth of that of a paper cut's. Bitter as she can be, in truth, Genevieve knows that her fears are not suited for her kind — for her classmates who dread spiders and acne and loud storms. She's almost tempted to give Professor Hecat a look if it weren't for the sheer confidence the woman has in her capabilities. (And who is she dissapoint? She, Hero of Hogwarts, Wielder of Ancient Magic.)

The staccatto of her heart is in her ears. The thought hurts: She's caused many, their own hearts, to stop beating. Would they crawl out that wardrobe, shrieking of their sorrows and her sins? Would it pour a stream of thick velvet, flooding the room and staining her hands red? It takes the form of your fears. The book had not been so specific. Make a mockery out of your nightmares and the boggart shall be defeated. She wants to spit venom and ask how does one make a mockery of the dead and the disappointed.

It is she who is next in line.

"Miss Moxie, if you could please come forward."

Judgement, a part of her whispers. This is judgement. Condemnation for your crimes. I had done it all for the sake of good. Look at how happy we were just moments ago. It is a demonstration of today's DADA curriculum. I'll succeed.

The crowd eyes her like a spectacle, dispersing from the center as if to form a makeshift carpet. Since the events of the attempted Goblin Rebellion, that's what they've began to see her as: a walking, talking theatre. Genevieve steps forward, her wand held firm in her hand.

Professor Hecat meets her eyes.

"You know the counter, dear girl. Think it amusing. Do not let it rule you," she urges. "I know you of all people, Miss Moxie, will persevere."

Hecat's hand on the knob hesitates, waiting for Genevieve's signal. Her classmates turn silent in raw anticipation.

She nods.

And the doors creak open.

"Is that—?!"

Something descends from the darkness of the wardrobe — a shoe that matches her's in all its customized cobblerly. Another steps out and fear grabs her by the throat when it dawns upon the girl that the boggart is her.

Wrong.

A mirror image of her own but unlike her in so many ways.

Its facing this way, standing as a mannequin for whatever evil wracks within, limbs looking wrong, disjointed, longer somehow. Once dainty-skin painted purple and bruised, pale like a corpse, like the ones she's seen and killed. The same curved jaw, straight nose, llight hair, but this isn't her. It's not. It can't be.

With its chapped lips and sunken cheeks, its fingers flex around a familiar wand of intertwined wood–

Run.

and raises it–

– to her.

No.

"That's enough! Riddikulus!"

It's that simple: a play of one's wand and the boggart's visage contorts, a grotesque parody of fears both imagined and real. Hecate stands in between the girl and the wardrobe. With a final whimper, it dissolves into a haze. The room, previously thick with dread, shares an exhale.

"The lesson ends here. Miss Onai, kindly guide Miss Moxie to the infirmary."

Her legs are trembling, or is her body entirely? The world sways and Genevieve can't see anyone past the blur of her vision.

"Off now, everyone! Well done!"

She can't feel herself. Is she still alive?

"Vivi," calls a familiar, accented voice.

Natty places a hand on her shoulder, tugging Genevieve into a hug that's solid and warm and she yields. Her head falls against the crook of Natty's neck. She submits to being pampered, submits to letting the tremors of her body wash away.

It looked at her.

Eyes hollowed and dark, pupils slit like some semblance of composed insanity.

"It's alright now..."

A lighter voice, this time — Poppy's. Genevieve feels circles rubbed against her back as Poppy whispers words of encouragement. Sweet nothings. Empty promises of assurance.

Her friends know nothing of the truth. She ensured it. She's done well in keeping them at an arm's length. Only Sebastian had broken through her walls, tethered closely to her side, created a home in her heart, yet look now where he stands.

They cannot- should not see the blood on her hands, nor the scars strewn about her body like a heinous frankenstein. They cannot know of the crown placed upon her head and the thorns that dig in, of her duties and failures.

It reeks of copper and soil.

To what lengths are you willing to go?

It hurts that her friends don't feel real.

Are you a hero or a monster?

The repository calls her name.

Are you even Genevieve Moxie?

Her friends guide a husk to the infirmary, not without a string of kind words and gentle touches to her skin.

"It's alright."

But she knows, it's not.

[llolian]

woah new fandom?! 😧 still waiting for new story quests but have some crumbs of my daughter! she's not always this... isolated and stern

[llolian]

finding it hard to get into twst again mmmm my attention has either been very lackluster, focused on the future, or on another silly franchise

[tartppola]

headmaster & prefect

[llolian]

AURGHHHH TARTPPOLA FEEDING MY UNHEALTHY CROWLEY FIXATION ONCE MORE YOU NEVER MISS 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[llolian]

hi everyone, have we ever considered drawing hozier in hades artstyle yet because the man is a myth, a legend, a dryad, a lord, and a spirit to me. i just wanted to let the world know that. peace ✌️

[pawnyao]

Never ending cycle

[llolian]

this is gorgeous in a very horrifying way

[cozymochi]

Who of the twst boys do you think would make this cursed face from Mulan 2

i only answer in facts

[llolian]

IM LOSING IT 😭

[llolianarchives]

Malleus and the Prefect and random snippets of conversations:

M: "You yawn, thrice now and counting, yet you claim to not be tired?"

Y: “It's a bodily function, Nyx, but if I went to bed now, I won't actually be able to fall asleep."

M: "Really? Humans are so full of complexities... If Silver were to yawn, he'd be dozed off in mere seconds."

[llolian]

malleus: (⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠)

yuu: (・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

[llolianarchives]

The Prefect is prone to dreams that drown them, blurring their lines between imagination and reality– prophetic in its tellings yet draining in its strain.

(A short narration of short moments in time.)

Yue wakes up a disoriented, disillusioned mess. They often do, with how deeply sleep claims them and how verbose their dreams are spun. When their consciousnes, at last, returns to their clutch, eyes unscrewing to reveal the waking world, Yue is left winded: more tired than refreshed. 

It takes a few seconds – minutes, sometimes, to readjust.

Blink. Their mouth opens to ask a question about some distant dream now well beyond their fingertips.

Blink. They ground themself in the present. “I'm in Ramshackle. It's morning.”

Blink. Yue rubs away the remaining vestiges of sleep, streching their stiff limbs back to loose movement. 

And up they go, beginning the day.

[llolian]

a light snack after a long time ^^

[susomel]

[llolian]

my weak ass would've passed out right then and there

[fisheem4mmal]

因為我剛好遇見你 留下足跡才美麗

[llolian]

I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING GUYS ITS TIME TO DELVE INTO DIASOMNIA BRIARS

[mysteryshoptls]

Dire Crowley Lesson Lines

ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ

Good

Morning

Yaaawn...

I don't recall this happening...

Ah! That student is sleeping!

Noon

Hmm, in this era...

How nostalgic.

Time to sneak a bite of lunch!

Afternoon

Well done, Trein-sensei!

There's scribbling in the textbook...

Say, isn't that too strict...?

Great

Full marks!

Thank you very much.

This should be about right.

Be firm where necessary.

Perfect

Normal Lesson

As your Headmage, I find this to be simple.

This is faaar too easy.

Well, I wish you all the best.

I think I could instruct this just as well.

Special Lesson

Oh! Hello, me!

Perfection, if I do say so myself.

I see my magically projected self is just as spirited!

ＦＬＹＩＮＧ

Good

Morning

Everyone seems to be struggling so.

Ah, the wind is lovely.

I am starting to feel drowsy.

Noon

This broom has not been well taken care of!

Vargas-sensei is rather passionate.

Have I gained weight...?

Afternoon

This will be my after lunch exercise.

I just saw something shiny over there!

Eh, am I being scolded as well?

Great

This is the fundamentals of magical maneuvering.

You may follow my example.

Do your best, everyone!

Perfect

Normal Lesson

See how close the clouds are!

It's not a terrible thing to go back to basics.

Everyone, please give it your all!

Special Lesson

I've come to observe myself...!?

That me there is just as handsome as the real me!

This is the least I should be able to do.

[llolian]

DEAR GOD OTOU SAMA 😭😭😭😭

[maythearo]

" Welcome back to Night Raven College's 'Ghostly Gossip'! The school's unofficial main online source for the latest news, articles and trending topics circulating around campus! "

" I'd usually describe this as a super exclusive entry, but who am I kidding? If you've spent more than five minutes in this school, you've already seen his shadows lurking around in the background at some point (I mean, he's like. super tall.) "

Navigation:

R. Rosehearts ▪︎ T. Clover ▪︎ C. Diamond ▪︎ A. Trappola ▪︎ D. Spade ▪︎ L. Kingscholar ▪︎ R. Bucchi ▪︎ J. Howl ▪︎ A. Ashengrotto ▪︎ J. Leech ▪︎ F. Leech ▪︎ K. Al Asim ▪︎ J. Viper ▪︎ V. Schoenheit ▪︎ R. Hunt ▪︎ E. Felmier ▪︎ I. Shroud ▪︎ O. Shroud ▪︎ M. Draconia ▪︎ L. Vanrouge ▪︎ S. Zigvolt ▪︎ Silver

Design notes:

Man I've been postponing this for so long, I don't even remember half of what my process with this one was like. But I concluded that if I don't post this now, the loss of my mental notes will only get worse with time, so here you go, putting this out there once and for all lol

For a general picture I wanted Malleus' vibes to be more fairy tale-like. (He ended up reminding me a bit of Faybelle too, in a way.) The colors of those iridescent black feathers go well with him, I think. And did someone mention Howl's moving castle? Yeah, Howl's monster form.

I got this one ask before, reccomending the Cockatrice monster for Malleus, and searching a bit about it, is apparently also often taken as a synonymous with the basilisk? So like, Wyvern meets Basilisk, but it is also giving fae, idk. Listen, the idea inside my head is like, if you're asked to imagine a mythical creature that roams around a dark forest, outside the castle of a cursed princess, it's him. He's the creature.

And I'll admit I have not been catching up with the Diasomnia's chapter :( so give me 50 years at least so I can make up some more in-depth lore for his MH au counterpart (or maybe I'll just read a resume out of the wiki). Malleus enjoyers are free to drop headcanons onto him, you guys' knowledge of his character are always so astronomical it never fails to impress me /gen

[captain-astors]

Don't actually have the game, but who am I to pass up the chance to draw a dragon fellow.

[llolian]

hhhhhhhhhhhhhh......

[jangmi-latte]

the window. the damn window. was he caught glaring/staring at malleus.

[llolian]

same

[allioaro]

“I don’t know how to love..”

。

“But you love me, right~?”

[llolian]

d'awww 🥺🥺🥺

[llolian]

everyone quick quick guess why i'm crying

a.) the stress of school life

b.) the weight of living life

c.) math

d.) twisted wonderland book 7 part 4