I'm M.P. Furo! You can call me Furo. They/Them pronouns. I am 26 yrs old. This is a blog is my personal one where I talk about my OCs of different fandoms! (mostly twisted wonderland) I hope you enjoy
Would people with an animal allergy also be allergic to shifters?
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I don't know, I mean, logically they probably would be? At least while the shifter is shifted, but who knows, I could also totally see the genetics being just different enough that most people wouldn't have an allergic reaction to them. So I guess it could go either way!
Hehehehe this came to mind and I had to write it down.
The little girl - covered in flowers, dirt, and various scraps - ran into her home with a giant lop bunny in her arms. The poor bunny was nearly the same size as her. She called out, "Mommy! Mommy!"
"What, Susie?" Mother responded as she came around the hallway corner. She stopped with an exasperated sigh as she saw her child. "Susie...We talked about this."
"But look at him Mommy! He's big, fluffy, and all alone!" Susie protested.
Mother crouched down to be at Susie's level. "You're allergic, sweetheart. The same as Daddy."
"But looky!" Susie shoved her arms into Mother's face. "No hives! Plus, no sneezes!" Susie pointed to her nose in turn.
Mother tilted her head. "Well that's...huh?"
"I named him Lord Pearbottom!" Susie shared. She adjusted the bunny in her arms. Her rambling continued with no breaks, "He rules over the Cabbage Patch Barony with patience, fairness, and an empty stomach! But don't let his calm face fool you! He is a decorated war hero and led the Barony to victory against the Pumpkin Patch Duchy! It was a long and grueling war but-"
"Apologies. I'm sure Lord, uh, Pearbottom very much needs to go back to the Cabbage Patch Barony."
Susie shook her head decisively. "Nope! He said that he is ready to retire!"
Mother looked at the bunny. Large, unreadable eyes and a fast-twitching nose was all that she saw. She sighed, "Oh did he now..."
"Yep indeedidoo!" Susie hugged him tighter. "So, can I keep him? Pretty please with whipped cream, sprinkles, gummy bears, and a cheery on top?"
Mother pressed her lips together tightly. She groaned out, "Okay...but! If Daddy has an allergic reaction to him then Lord Pearbottom has to go back to the Barony."
"Yes Mommy!" Susie cheered. She ran upstairs. "I'll show you my room and we can play dress up and have a tea party and plot to overthrow the government!"
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Unbeknownst to them, Lord Pearbottom was actually named Carl Shoemaker. A 6ft, tattooed biker who just happened to be a Flemish Lop Bunny shifter. He had lost a bet with his attuned friends and was "frolicking in the meadows" when Little Susie decided he was now a Baron and decorated war hero.
Why does this always happen to me? he thought as he sat on the floor of the girl's room as she slept. This is why I don't shift outside anymore...
A lovely little hurt comfort (?) fic featuring Cyril from Reverie Audios ASMR storyline and my listener OC. This happens before the "Confronting Your Overworked Academic Rival" audio, roughly. It contains mentions of a traumatic incident, chronic pain, and laboratory safety issues. The rivals are rivalry-ing!
Everything felt like a burning sensation; the air, the bed sheets, their own hair was no exception. Everything that touched Paloma's scared back and legs caused excruciating pain. The "Jazzy Bird" alarm sound on their phone only antagonized Paloma more. They laid on their stomach as they whimpered into their pillow, "Fucking damn it…"
With strained movements, Paloma managed to turn off the alarm. In the silence, their heartbeat reverberated in their ears. Paloma moved like they were being puppeteered through sludge, even with the help of their cane. "I'm getting to the lab on time…"they complained. They found their phone again and dialed the contact of their supervisor.
"Witika?" the concerned voice on the other side answered. "Is everything alright?"
"No," Paloma replied. "I'm having a flare up today."
The supervisor sighed, "Oh dear…I figured as much with a call this early, but I still had hope you'd say something like 'I had a vision we won the Nobel Prize'!"
"Hehe, I wish that was the case too," Paloma weakly laughed.
"So, is this a 'low effort' sort of day or a 'if I have to come in, the lab will burn' sort of day?" she asked.
Paloma answered, " Low effort."
"Got it, dear." There was some shuffling of papers on the other line before the supervisor spoke, "I'll have you calculate and interpret the p-values of the Everfrost Analysis, transcribe the findings of the Elemental Alleles into tables to be graphed, and supervise the apprentices' while they reorganize and catalouge the chemical cabinet. Plus any other paperwork you may need to complete from your other projects. Everything should be able to be completed at either your desk or with very minimal movement."
"That all sounds…reasonable," Paloma sighed. "Thank you, ma'am."
"Of course. It would do me no good if you collapsed on the job," the supervisor laughed. "But with that said, if I see you looking like death in my lab I'm kicking your crispy ass home. Got it?"
Paloma chuckled, "Understood. I'll see you…hopefully soon. Maybe a little late."
"That's quite alright, Researcher Witika. Take your time coming in," she assured.
With that, they hung up the phone.
Paloma rummaged through their medicine cabinet for their stash of pain killers and ointment. The cool cream gave a brief respite as they applied it to the taut scars that climbed like vines. They took frequent breaks as they got ready. By the time they were set to walk through the door, it was well past an hour of when they were supposed to be at their desk. The walk to the Institute felt miles longer than it usually did. The cool breeze made them shiver, which would turn into a flinch. Paloma grumbled under their breath as they continued.
Oh, Cereal is probably going to give me an earful when he comes around. Paloma thought as they set their bag on their desk. Immediately, they pulled out their support pillow for their chair and the foot rest they kept under their desk.
"Look who finally showed up," a familiar voice came from the doorway.
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear," Paloma chuckled. They turned around to see Cyril standing in the doorway, annoyed pout and all.
"What makes you think it is fair for you to just waltz in whenever you feel like?" he asked.
Paloma leaned on their desk with a heavy exhale. They tried to hide their wince with a smirk. "Oh you know," they said, "the phone call I had with my supervisor saying I'd be late and them approving it."
Cyril's ears pinned downwards. "What in the world happened to cause you of all people to be late?"
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, Cereal," Paloma cooed.
"It's Cyril," he corrected.
"I know."
Paloma smiled condescendingly as Cyril turned on his heels with a huff. He stormed off with flushed cheeks. Once he was gone, Paloma's legs gave out. They took deep breaths as they clung to the side of the desk for support. The sensation of a thousand daggers embedded in their calves as they trembled. Carefully, Paloma pulled their chair closer to them with the help of their cane. They collapsed into the seat and let out a shaky breath. "Okay…reset," Paloma mumbled.
The burning sensation throughout their body brought with it the sound of crackling fire and the smell of smoke buzzing around them. Paloma wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, took a deep breath, and got to work. Sitting at their desk, the pain fell to the background as they got lost in the sound of their typing and scribbling of a pen. A few times, Paloma reached into the mini fridge they kept close by for a snack or two. It was peaceful and productive.
"Uh, Researcher Witika?" a timid voice came from their open door.
Paloma didn't up from what they were typing. "Let me finish this sentence," they said. After a few more rapid clicking of keys, Paloma stopped and took a quick peek at who was at the door. They pulled out a clipboard that had a roster of names and photos secured onto the hard surface with packing tape. After a quick reference to it, they smiled at the him and asked, "What brings you here Brandon?"
"The others wanted to know if you were coming to the courtyard for lunch today," Brandon said. "A food truck that serves really good loaded fries is stationed outside."
"Not today, I'm afraid." Paloma answered. "Tell everyone I said hi though!"
Brandon nodded and waved goodbye when he left. Paloma looked at their watch with a sigh. "Dang, is it really lunch time already?" They rubbed their temples. "I forgot to pack a lunch, but I don't think I could handle being in line at the canteen. Crap!"
Paloma leaned back, but quickly sat up again. They held their breath as the tightness in their back pulsed with their heartbeat. As they pain barely began to fade, their cell phone rang. Paloma looked at the caller ID and a smile pushed it way through. They answered, and in their best attempt at sounding normal said, "Hiya Kalli! What's up?"
"You're having a flare up, aren't you," came the concerned, melodic voice on the other end.
Paloma clicked their tongue. "How could you tell?"
"I've known you since you were 12, for one thing, and I'm the one that helped heal you after the incident. I know what you sound like when you lie, especially about your pain," Kalli scolded. "You better not be work right now. You know how sensitive your back and legs are when you're like this."
Paloma sighed into the phone as they played with their stack of sticky-notes. "It's not that bad today, Kalli. Besides, there are so many projects that need my help. I can't afford to miss a day."
"Pal."
"Anyway! Why'd you call?" Paloma changed the subject as they pulled out some salami and cheese sticks from their mini fridge. "You know us Witikas aren't really known as the 'phone call' type."
"I know what you're trying to do Paloma," she said. "You're not subtle."
"I wasn't trying to be."
"Gosh, I'm reminded that you're your brother's little sibling," Kalli chuckled. "I wanted to invite you to Desirae's dance recital next month."
"Ooo, little Desi's dance recital?" Paloma cooed. At that moment, they noticed a pair of pointy ears poking around the doorway. They rolled their eyes. "Of course. I would love to watch a bunch of two year olds bounce somewhat to the beat of a nursery rhyme. I gotta go now, but text me the details."
"Will do, and GO REST!" yelled Kalli. "Love you, bye!"
"Love you, bye," Paloma hung up the phone. They leaned their head on the arm of their chair and called out. "I never took you to be someone to eavesdrop, Researcher Cereal."
"Ah- I was not eavesdropping!" Cyril proclaimed as he stepped into the room. "I was waiting for you finish your conversation, like a decent person."
"Mhmm," Paloma hummed.
Cyril mumbled, "So…why are going to watch two year olds?"
"I thought you weren't eavesdropping." Paloma chuckled as Cyril started to puff up like an angry kitten. "My sis-in-law invited me to my niece's dance recital."
"Oh, your niece."
"Yes, my niece. I'm not just going to watch a bunch of random toddlers." Paloma resumed writing their notes as they munched on their sorry excuse of a lunch.
Cyril scrunched his nose up. "You know they have a food truck outside, right?"
"Yep, don't want to move," Paloma answered. They looked at him over their glasses. "Did you need something?"
He flinched. "I, uh- you've been a shut away all day. I'd usually hear the annoying tapping of your cane at least ten times by lunch, so I was just making sure you weren't dead at your desk or something."
"Aww, you missed the sound of my cane, Cereal?" Paloma teased. "I can tap it on the ground right now if you want."
"I did not miss it!" Cyril vehemently denied. "It's more like when you get used to the sound of a busted pipe in the walls, so when it stops you check it see if it got fixed versus actually exploded. I was just confirming that it wasn't worse off."
"Well, I'm not dead. Just trying to get paperwork done before I go babysit a bunch of apprentices," Paloma assured.
"You're on paperwork and babysitting duty?" Cyril scoffed. "Did you actually anger your supervisor when you came in late today?"
"No, I asked for these assigned these tasks," Paloma answered. They kept working, even though the stabbing in their legs crept up. Paloma couldn't help the jerk of their leg that had them suck in a sharp breath.
Cyril stepped forward. "Hey, Witika, are you all right?" he asked, concern just audible in his voice.
Paloma put a hand up to stop him. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
Cyril asked, "Does this have anything to do with whatever you told your sister-in-law wasn't 'that bad' today?"
"I said I'm fine, Cyril," Paloma snapped. "It is none of your concern, what I talk about on the phone, nor why I came in late, so just worry about completing your own assignments before I become your superior. All right?"
Cyril pinned his ears back. "As if you would ever become my superior!" he yelled back. He stomped toward the door. "Go ahead and wither away stuck as a babysitter! See if I come running when they find your corpse mummified under all that paperwork!"
He slammed the door behind him and Paloma crumpled to the floor. They sat under their desk, taking deep breaths. Tears threatened to fall at the corners of their eyes.
"Why do you always act like you know everything, Paloma?!"
"You aren't the boss of us!"
The memory of voices reverberated in Paloma's head with each stabbing ache. They repeated to themselves, "Its okay. You're okay. It will pass. It is the past."
As they calmed down, they felt an all to familiar light headed-ness.
A ladder jostled as the person on it held a glass container. It hit the ground, and the shattered glass accompanied someone's scream.
Paloma grunted as they rested their head on their desk drawers. "Cool, like I didn't have enough going on already," they grumbled.
They managed to get back to their feet and grabbed their cane to steady themselves. Paloma gathered some papers and their clipboard with their profile cheat-sheet and headed out to the chemical supply room early. Once they got there, Paloma donned their lab coat, gloves, and goggles. Apprentices trickled in as Paloma took a seat on a stool in the corner.
"Don't spill, break, or ingest anything. Wear the proper PPE and remind yourselves of where the eye-wash and shower station is incase you need it," Paloma prattled off like they were an automated safety message.
One apprentice grumbled, "We know about lab safety."
Paloma looked at their roster and asked, "Apprentice Shoemaker, need I remind you of when you nearly burned your face by having it over the bunsen burner during the Pyromancy-Fire Elemental Power Comparison?"
The apprentice's face flushed while he looked away. "I thought you said Researcher Witika was the nice one!" he whispered to another apprentice close by.
"I'm nice to those who don't act like imbeciles with their work," Paloma called out after them. "You are all now affiliated with The Institute. Don't sully its reputation with your idiocy. Now, get to work."
The apprentices did as they were told and began sorting through the chemicals to find what was expired, out of stock, and correctly put in their places. Paloma would verify everything and sign off on the documentation. Everything was running smoothly until they heard one of the apprentices say, "Gerald, be careful!"
The apprentice from before was on the ladder trying to grab a particularly large jar of an unknown chemical. He responded, "Calm down, Beatrice. I'm fine!"
She didn't stop. "But, we were just supposed to do the compounds up to the third shelf!" She looked around the room and met Paloma's gaze. "Researcher Witika!"
Paloma pinched the bridge of their nose as they began their march across the room. Beatrice yelled, "Gerald!"
Paloma saw the ladder teeter and their stomach dropped. They forgot about the pain and dropped their cane as they ran towards the two apprentices. "Move!" they commanded. With quick reflexes, Paloma grabbed the base of the ladder as they hip chucked Beatrice out of the way. It was a dull thud followed by the wet, sharp, and burning feeling of the chemical seeping through their lab coat. "Fuck fuck fuck!" Paloma hissed. The started stripping their clothes off and limping towards the shower station. "Someone call up to the infirmary! And get off the damn ladder!"
Paloma pulled the chain and ice cold water drenched them. They couldn't tell if the pain they felt was from the old thermal burn scars or the possibly forming chemical burns. Either way, they were barely standing by the time the Institution's medical team arrived. While they checked everyone, they wheeled Paloma to the infirmary immediately.
"You just had to go and get it on your old wounds, didn't you Researcher Witika," the healer said as he used his magic on them.
"It was either this or I was going to send two apprentices up, one with chemical burns on her face and the other with broken bones," Paloma retorted. They sat on the edge of the cot with their shirt off as the received the help. "Would you rather that?"
"Absolutely not." The healer finished with a huff. He set a tub of cream on the table next to them. "You won't have any new scarring, but you should apply that to the old ones before you get dressed again. Do you need any assistance?"
"I do this everyday on my own. I'll be fine."
"Okay. Someone is bringing your cane up, so you can leave once it does." With that, he left the room.
Paloma groaned as they began putting the cream on their back. "Damn apprentice. What was his name again? Tamold…Shoecleaner? Ugh, either way he's written up," they mumbled.
It sounded like an elephant stampeding down the hallway as Paloma rubbed their back. It got louder before it stopped in front of the room they were in. The door swung open as Cyril ran through with their cane in hand. "I heard what happened, are you okaAAHH!" he screamed.
Paloma sat there stunned. They yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
"I'M SORRY I WASN'T THINKING!"
"OBVIOUSLY! AREN'T YOU THE ONE THAT'S ALWAYS SOOO HUNG UP ABOUT KNOCKING?"
"I FORGOT DAMN IT!"
"YOU FORGOT TO KNOCK ON A DOOR IN THE INFIRMARY?"
"ARE YOU OKAY OR NOT?"
"I'M NOT GONNA DIE FOR GOODNESS SAKE! JUST SHUT THE DOOR, CEREAL BRAIN!"
Cyril slammed the door and they both were panting. Paloma buried their face in their hands. "Oh my fucking god…" they sighed. "Did you really have to rush all the way over to see me half naked?"
"That- I was not- You absolute Terror, I-" Cyril kept restarting.
"Pick a sentence and stick with it," Paloma ordered.
Cyril's nostrils flared as he tried to collect himself. He finally noticed their back and the color drained from his face. "Is that from today?"
Paloma froze. They clenched that jar of cream tighter as they tried to position their scars out of his view. "No," the whispered, "these are old."
"What do you mean old?" Cyril questioned.
"Thanks for bringing my cane. You can go now." Paloma said. They held out their hand to receive their belongings.
Cyril hesitated to give it back, but eventually did so. He asked again, "What did you mean by those scars are old, Paloma?"
They grabbed their cane, but Cyril didn't let go. They glared at Cyril. The pain on his face felt like blow to their gut. Paloma focused their eyes on where they had a grasp of their cane. They answered, "I got them over a decade ago when I was 16. I…got caught in an old factory as it was burning down."
"Why…why would you go into a burning building?"
"It wasn't burning when I went in, okay," Paloma snapped. They yanked their cane out of Cyril's hands and placed it in their lap. They kept their head down and stared into the medicinal cream. A few tears fell in.
Cyril awkwardly sat next to them. He spoke mostly to himself, "I knew you had accommodations, but I thought it was for a leg injury, or something."
"I do have a leg injury," Paloma explained. "I got shrapnel in my legs and the burns run from my ankles all the way to my shoulders."
"What?!" Cyril gasped. "How are you even alive?!"Paloma just stared at him. He muttered, "Sorry."
Paloma sighed. "Kalliope, my sis-in-law, is a Healer Sorcerer. She used her magic in secret while I was treated in an unattuned hospital. By all means, I should be dead."
There was a long silence.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"Most days, not really," Paloma answered. "I usually can't feel anything on my legs or back. But on bad days, like today, it's excruciating." The couldn't stop the tears from falling. "It feels like I'm back in those flames again, and all I can do is try to ignore it with the help of creams, salves, and pain meds."
Paloma scooped up some of the cream and started to apply it again. Cyril watched them awkwardly try and apply it. He reached out, "Do…do you need help?"
Paloma slapped his hand away and jumped back. Their cane hit the ground as they stared at him like cornered prey. Cyril stood up and backed away. Paloma snapped out it, and finished applying the salve. "I, uh, I don't need any help. I don't like being…touched near my scars," they quietly explained. "Thanks again for bringing my cane. I'll be fine now."
Cyril nodded and left the room. Paloma got dressed as they silently cried. They dried their tears and composed themselves before they left the infirmary. They got back to their office and after writing up the incident report left for the day.
The next day, Paloma called in sick as the pain had them unable to leave their bed. When they finally returned to the lab, they acted like nothing changed. They walked around without their cane most days like always, tormented Cyril when they could, and got their work done with ease. It wasn't until a few weeks later that they returned from lunch with their colleagues to find a small box on their desk. They opened it to see a vial of heavy duty moisturizer. They rolled their eyes, but Paloma couldn't help the smile and laughter that bubbled up. They shoved it into one of their desk drawers.
Alright, buddy ole pal of mine, gotta do this now that I've revamped my old Twisted-sona/OC. This used to be Twst-Furo. Might I have 🪼, both romantic and platonic please and thank you!
Name: Mustelinae Bête (they/them) (people call them Bête)
MBTI: INTP-T
Ennegram: 1w2
Hobbies: Loom weaving, crochet, collecting random things, researching animals, singing (can sing very well, but being able to sing awfully to songs fills them with giggles), gaming (board games, make-believe, active games, video games)
Personality: Other people see them as a strange child. Something like a wild cryptid. Many have said that they were intimidating on first appearance, but then seemed very docile before they witnessed the feral energy again. After being told this, Bête tried very hard to not come across as intimidating or like a wild animal. Now, more people see them as an eccentric grandparent that spends too much time alone more than anything else on first impressions. An introvert that baffles people's minds with a sense of unpredictability. They view themselves as a misunderstood visionary. They are open-minded to different aspects of life. They are empathetic to others, and care for other's happiness more so than their own. They know that they don't fit into the status quo and don't want to give that up, but they also care deeply about people's comfort while around them. If that means taking a more caring approach, then they will put their feelings aside to comfort the other person. If it means that they just can't be around the other person, then they will remove themselves from the situation and isolate themselves. While they are willing to bend, they won't break their core values for anyone else and will fight back (verbally or physically) before they let someone break them.
They think that they are terrible at making friends. They never know what to do to strike up a friendship and sit and fester with the feelings until they burst. Bête will usually accept the approach of others more than approach them first. With that said, they are very skeptical when people approach them. Bête observes more than they interact. If they do approach first, that usually means that something piqued their curiosity or desire more than the anxiety of talking to someone first. Examples include discovering that they share an interest or hobby during observations, the give off the vibes of a stray and they wanted to extend a helping hand, a previous interaction made them feel like they are the same type of strange or the other party would accept their type of strangeness regardless.
Bête isn't a very funny person on purpose. They tend to just let their wild nature out and those that aren't afraid say that it is hilarious. Or, if they are trying to make a joke, it is more pun based or sarcastic/sassy observations and quips. They find slap-stick comedy (think the Three-Stooges or old school Looney Tunes) and play on words funny. If they get caught in a laughter loop, then the threshold of getting them to laugh lowers until they are a mess. This means, if someone was to not let up on making puns or quips back at them, Bête could turn into a laughing mess.
They don't usually listen to their heart. They don't understand it. Meaning, they often are oblivious to their own feelings until someone points it out. Then, they become hyperaware and try even harder to rationalize it. They follow their gut and mind more. An example, "I enjoy spending time with X and want to express that to them , so understandably I should show them affection in some way." or "That person doesn't seem safe. I don't have any reason for this, so I won't fully cast them out but I will be cautious while I try to gain more information."
Their temperament, for lack of a better comparison, is chaotic good. They want to be a sweet and caring person, but that can either be from offering a soft blanket and comforting words like a grandparent or a brawl in an alley. They do give ample warning if someone is getting close to unlocking the brawl option, though.
Likes: Animals, learning fun facts (the more obscure the better), coziness (sleeps in a nest of pillows, stuffed animals, and blankets), warm weather, peaceful meadows; In people likes morality, strength (more emotional than physical), intelligence (any aspect), attitude (a little bite back is always fun), cuteness (in personality or appearance), a soothing voice
Dislikes: Mushy foods (especially if it looks like it should be smooth but then hidden chunks appear), being cold, being interrupted/ interrupting others, bitter flavors (ex: coffee, broccoli, medicine), crowded places; People that abuse their power, take their anger out on innocent people, not respecting boundaries, those apathetic about their interests, people that target their loved ones, judgemental people
Love Languages: Giving- Gift Giving and Acts of Service; Receiving- Quality Time, Gift Gifting, Words of Affirmation
Zodiac: Aries
Appearance: They dress on the androgynous/feminine style. They wear their uniform loose and untucked, but neat otherwise. Bête tries to style their hair simple, going back and forth on either straightening it or having it naturally curly. Ease and comfort are their main worries, with appearing clean and put together take a lesser importance. Casual clothes are usually wide-legged pants, sneakers, a more form fitting top with a baggy sweatshirt or cardigan over it. Their aesthetic would fit a combination of gremlincore and acedemia. When moving about/traveling, they usually where a hooded cloak of some kind that covers everything.
Type: Their type is two different sides of the spectrum. Either chaotic delinquent with a heart of gold (bonus if there is a dash of tsundere) or kuudere brainiacs with a comforting and protective side to them. A mixture of both would have them in a chokehold.
Type in appearance is not consistent. They seem to gravitate towards longer hair more and a leaner build. If asked, they would say they love "eyes that shine like the evening star". This has nothing to do with eye color or shape and more about a "spark" of passion/resolve for something.
Preferred Dates: Picnics, spontaneous adventures, group nap, learn a new skill/craft together, zoo/aquarium dates
Ship tropes: Childhood friends to lovers; Friends to Lovers; Love/Intrigue at first sight; Enemies/Rivals to Lovers; Slow Burn; All the previous with a good amount of angst
FUROOOOOOOOOOOO!! I decided on a romantic match so quickly but had a lot of trouble with the platonic match?? Anyway, thanks for sending this in!! Enjoy my beloved faes hehe. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡
🪼 — aquarium ask game
LOVER: Aurora Violetstar
♡ Personality wise, they are one half of Bête's type~~ Chaotic delinquent (well they wouldn't call themselves a delinquent, but the Housewardens would beg to differ) with, for the most part, a heart of gold. They're mischievous, not evil! They are certainly intelligent (both intellectually and emotionally, despite how they present themself as chaotic and tactless most of the time), possess the cuteness of a naughty cat, and is all attitude. They've got the looks Bête would like too! Long hair, lean-ish build, and eyes with a certain spark to them because Aurora hardly ever does anything they don't like/are not passionate about.
♡ Aurora would have all the criteria that prompts Bête to approach someone! Shared interest in collecting random things (*gemstones fall out of Aurora's pocket*), stray vibes (every dorm except Diasomnia: come get your freak of a fae, they're doing things) and an overall strange personality (can someone please teach them the concept of not barging into private spaces like they own the place?). Aurora wouldn't mind their cryptid energy!! They would be delighted actually!! As they are drawn to and adore people who have niche interests and don't fit into the status quo. Bête's kind and caring nature is great too~~
♡ Aurora is an avid reader and tends to go down rabbit holes of information, so they would be able to tell Bête about all sorts of obscure fun facts, including animal ones! They would also be happy to lend Bête books from their extensive collection, non-fiction and fiction alike!
♡ With someone like Aurora, spontaneous adventures are the norm!! They don't even have to drag Bête along if Bête has taken it upon themselves to follow Aurora into the dark cave to make sure they don't get hurt. Or maybe they will bring Bête to a flower meadow in the woods surrounding NRC and surprise them with a picnic! The both of them can lie down for a quick nap/pass out from a food coma after eating.
♡ Their love languages align quite well! Both Aurora and Bête have gift giving as a main love language. The exchange of quaint gifts would be endless (gemstones, pretty rocks, flowers, acorns, keychains, seashells, bottle caps - are they bowerbirds?). Aurora appreciates quality time, and has bouts of clinginess sometimes, so Bête would be graced with their presence frequently. /lh And Aurora likes being taken care of, so they would really appreciate Bête's acts of service!
FRIEND: Xenon Ambrose
♡ Xenon likes the idea of having friends, but he only approaches people to tell him his tarot nickname for them after excessive observation and then...awkwardly stands there or leaves, leaving the person bewildered. If Bête think they're bad at making friends, Xenon is definitely worse. Maybe after that strange first encounter, Bête would be curious enough to look for Xenon and strike up conversation? To ask about the nickname perhaps? Xenon can talk as long as someone approaches him first and leads the conversation for the first few minutes.
♡ Once they get to know each other better, Bête will come to see that Xenon is quite similar to them. A fellow INTP with weird cryptid energy, an introvert that baffles other people with his tarot nicknames (with no elaboration unless asked), kind in his own way but bad at showing it properly, viewing himself as a misunderstood psychic. Xenon would understand Bête better than most people. A deep friendship built on understanding and acceptance for Bête is in reach! Go for it!
♡ Bête would be a great older sibling figure for Xenon actually. Given how much experience Xenon has as a fae, Bête's grandparent energy would feel like an older sibling with an old soul to him. He would appreciate their offered soft blanket and comforting words. Their chaotic good energy would encourage him to come out of his shell more too.
♡ Gaming buddy!!! Xenon is a member of the Board Game Club and really enjoys them, so lots of board games!! He wouldn't mind playing games involving make-believe either (maybe something like the twst equivalent of D&D?). I can totally see him and Bête hanging out in a blanket fort, making up stories with puppets and plushies. 🥹
♡ Xenon's cat Potato is a lot like him, so she would like Bête too!! She also tends to follow Xenon around, so whenever Bête sees him, they get to pet Potato as much as they'd like. Potato isn't the type to rub against people's legs, but she accepts pets anytime with happy purring.
A/N:
♡ Now that I know your preferred ship tropes, the crushes you had on Silas and Aurora, and the interactions you came up with for them make SO MUCH sense lmao. I'm recontextualizing everything in my head rn. Intrigue at first sight, slowburn friends to lovers Aurora x Bête...
♡ Kuudere brainiac with a comforting and protective side reserved for loved ones, long hair, and a soothing voice - I can see Bête having a crush on their senpai Mahira. But a romantic relationship wouldn't happen haha (´◡`) They're better off being friends!
Introducing Damon Belladonna [twisted from Dawn Bellweather]
He's currently a 2nd year savannaclaw student and currently trying to transfer to Pomefiore, though it seems like Leona is refusing to let him go join Vil?!
He wants to be seen a cute and meek, but carnivorous beastmen students seem to always bring out the worst in him 👎 Leona, especially, pisses him off the most.
This features his first week as a savannaclaw student in his first year. He has built himself quite the reputation (for worse) within the dorm since then.
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Please note that is NOT a yumeship
Leona is only here to be pretty and help show Damon's shitty personality.
@dibbledoodle had put this up a bit ago, but this is what made me want to start redesigning my twisted OCs! It has their character Beau!
I imagine that Bête was at RSA visiting their father, who teaches there. Usually, they would have just snuck into his office as an animal with their Unique Magic, but they had already used up their usages that day. So, the old fashion infiltration it is, and they got lost (hallways look a lot different as a human instead of a mouse or bird). So, while they are just silently panicking, they ran into Beau.
Bête had been told many times by their dad not to interact with his students when they came over (partially because he knew that they were breaking the rules and mostly because he didn't like the thought of his students trying to befriend his kid) so they panic even more. Not sure how the encounter would go exactly, but the scene above would happen. Bête would be absolutely shocked and make a face. Then, they'd remember that many places consider a kiss on the hand polite and try to fix their expression before he noticed.
Bête would have said they were looking for Professor Bête's office while omitting a lot of info (like their own name) after recovering, bid him farewell, and then absolutely book it for their dad's office. If Beau had introduced himself, Bête would not have remembered since all they could think about was "Crap, this is bad. I need to go. Oh Sevens."
Haven't designed their yet. Once it all sunk in, Bête would be absolutely embarrassed.
"There is beauty within all beings of nature. You just got to dig deep to find it."
Name: Mustelinae Bête (they/them)
Other Names:
Bête (most people)
Vampire Squid (Floyd)
Mon être Fouine(Rook)
Weasel (Leona)
Turnip (Vil)
Age: 17
Birthday: April 5
Sign: Aries
Height: 155cm w/o heels (add 7cm)
Eye color: Hazel
Hair: Dark brown/black and gray-brown
Homeland: Sunset Savannah
Dorm: Pomefiore
Family:
Father, Gulo
Mother, Mellivora
Older sister, Nilgiri Lontra
Older brother, Vormel
Oldest cousin, Poechi
Older cousin, Stria
Younger cousin, Brazza
Younger cousin, Zani
School year: Second
Class: 2E no. 6
Best Subject: Animal Languages
Club: Mountain Lovers club
Dominant hand: Right
Likes: Sweets, animals (mythical and non-mythical), trinkets
Dislikes: Bitter things, large gatherings, bullies
Favorite Food: Pretzels
Least Favorite Food: Cream of Wheat
Hobby: Arts & Crafts
Talents: Foraging
Unique Magic: Bestiary. They can turn into different animals and non-mythical beasts. They must know the appearance and at least 2 physiological facts about the creature to turn into it. They can only turn into 3 different animals a day.
Consequence of overuse: They will lose their rationality and go feral. When feral, they can't control their transformations and start to take on characteristics of multiple animals. The only way that has been proven to stop this is to render them unconscious.
Trivia:
Go by their last name because they got tired of people struggling to say their first name
They wear a skirt because they don’t like wearing belts. Vil said it is only proper to wear belts with pants, so solution: no pants!
After getting hunted by Rook in their first year, Bête wears an enchanted ribbon that doesn't change with their other clothes to act as a flag that it is them when using their UM.
They like to collect trinkets and things they find in the woods to gift to those they care about, so their pockets are always filled with an assortment of acorns, flowers, twigs, rocks, and other things
While not known worldwide, their maternal side of the family is very influential in their hometown and a few neighboring villages.
Father is a teacher at RSA. He teaches Enigmics and Ancient Magic mainly, but there are times when he teaches Practical Magic (as a last resort).
Afraid of fire. They got caught in a wildfire with their cousin Brazza when they were kids. Ever since they get dizzy around open flames.
Mustelinae grew up in a decent sized village in the Sunset Savannah. It was their mother, Mellivora's, hometown, and her maiden family name "Ictonyx" held a lot of weight there and in neighboring towns. Even though they had their father's last name, other villagers knew just what clan they belonged to (for better or worse). Mustelinae was just another member of the Ictonyx family business. Or, if others got a bit more technical, the youngest child of Mellivora and Gulo. So people mostly knew them by their last name. Just Bête.
When very young, Bête didn't interact with many other children their age. It mostly was their cousins, and the lot of them could get into a lot of mayhem. They were all pretty chaotic, but Bête was considered the wildest out of the bunch for just how often they'd venture out on "adventures" and come back looking as though the jungle was growing from them with pockets full of "treasures". Among the business, no one cared. That was just their label among the family: "Mustelinae the Wild One". The senior crowd were the ones to welcome Bête from outside the family. They taught Bête how to weave, use a loom, and other crafts. Bête learned many skills and some quirks from them. They loved spending time with the old folk, and the old folk in turn loved having a lively spirit around.
The problem came when they tried to interact with their peers. Bête's wild nature was not well received.
"Ugh, who invited Musty?"
"My dad said not to get involved with that family."
"AH! They look rabid!"
"Ew! Why are they picking that up?!"
"Such a jungle monster."
"There's following the whole 'circle of life' thing, and then there's just plain feral."
"Let's just ditch them."
Call them optimistic or delusional, but Bête still tried earnestly. At least for a while. Even if they were earnest in wanting a trying to be friends, it didn't matter if the only reason the other kids let them tag along was because they were forced to. They never started the fights, and always tried to resolve it before it got physical. It never worked. Bête just said it was there lost. There were beautiful rocks, pretty flowers, and other treasures left to be found. Solo adventures were still fun! They'd just watch and play with the jungle inhabitants until it was time to go back home.
This is what sparked them to want to learn more about animals, monsters, and beasts in the world. Luckily, their father taught at RSA. Many times when they were younger, Bête's father would bring them into work with him. When he did so, Bête would read all about zoology, cryptology, and beastiology.
Both of their parents are mages, along with both of their older siblings. Magic was more sporadic in the extended family however. Bête got their magic later when compared to their family members, but no one was surprised that it happened. They expected it. What they didn't expect was for Bête to get their Unique Magic early on. When that happened, and they saw just how easy it could get out of control, Bête's parents took over their magic training for years. It also was a surprise when Bête was accepted into Night Raven College.
Now Bête is trying to learn how to have the wild and tamed side of themselves coexist. Deep down they want to be the epitome of poise and elegance, but old habits die hard.
Vet school tried to beat me, but I made it out of the thick of it! With a new-found inspiration! And so much has happened with Twisted Wonderland! Plus, I got into a bunch of other fandoms that I am tempted to make stuff for.
Anyway! Be prepared for some revamps of OCs and written fics!
Been a while since i've done one of these, so here we go!!
I think mortimer actually likes yumeko somewhat ( plantonic ofc) but he cant bring himself to realize it or admit it to himself. Hes like "yes i pick on and trick her all the time but if somebody else does it they will pay."
Hello! Sorry it took so long for me to respond to this. A lot of big changes are happening in my life and I just started going back into some of the things I enjoy!
But yes. Mortimer definitely has a soft spot for Yumeko. She is kinda on the same footing as Tido: Mortimer cares but also he is still number one. He is allowed to mess with the naive little girl, but if someone else tries then they will wish the twins got them first.
Will he ever say he cares? Great Sevens no! That is too much affection for him. The most you will get is him pretending not to be as disgusted about certain things he usually would be.
lmao, i'm glad i got mortimer's character right! i think he would totally pit the oc's against eachother because of the coffeemaker that he broke, and even if he didn't, he knows that yumeko probably wouldn't. at least, not on purpose.
Today was not Mortimer's day. Everything seemed to be going wrong, and that just soured his mood even more. First, the landscape he was working on turned out horrendous. Then, for some reason, all the vagabonds decided to cause a ruckus in the lounge and since he was on bouncer duty he had to get rough with them. To top it off, his little sister just had message him. The message wasn't even about his sweet little fuzzy baby!
Mortimer found himself seething in the lounge's kitchen somewhat late that night. He wasn't one for caffeine, but today was full of surprises and a strong, black coffee seemed like a good compliment to the burning hole in his chest.
"B-Bossh!" the excited cry of a certain fae child had Mortimer pinching his nose.
Mortimer turned to look at the bouncy first-year. In his hand was one of his many dolls in a new outfit. Before the fae could say anything else, Mortimer sighed. "Tido, your craftsmanship in sewing little outfits for your...dolls is still improving by the day. The colors compliment the, uh, painted makeup on its eyes. So on, so forth, please take the thing away from me now."
"But, but Bossh! Dish could, dish could be a new cost-cost, outfiit for da club! I wanna make sure dat, dat you like it!" Tido held the doll out towards Mortimer some more.
He leaned back with an obvious curl to his lip in discomfort. The coffee machine started to pour out his cup of joe. "Tido, how many times have I told you not to shove those things into my face!"
"So showwy Bossh..." Tido slumped.
Moritmer sighed. He reached to grab his coffee, but over shot it. The mug tipped over and spilled its contents onto Mortimer's knuckles. The large human flinched back and held his hand tenderly. All the bad things of the day boiled over and he lashed out. With his burnt fist, he punched the coffee machine clear across the counter, breaking a chunk of it off. Tido covered the eyes of the doll at this action. Mortimer was seething. He breathed heavily as he looked at the broken appliance.
Ah, this isn't good either. Now is not the time to get scolded by that octopus...But, someone else could!
Mortimer straightened himself out and took a deep breath in. "Tido, I have a task for you to complete my little friend."
"Yesh Bossh! Any, anyding to help!" Tido nodded.
"Gather some people to pin this on. I want to make a whole show of it too, so don't get all the ruffians. Mix in a few goodie-goodies in there. Got it?"
"Who, who should I get?"
"Anybody, Tido, anybody. I don't care as long as I can get some fun out of watching them squirm," Mortimer rolled his eyes. "Gather them all here. I'm going to touch up my hands."
"Squirm. Gotta get da ones dat squirm. Got it, got it, got it Bossh!"
Tido ran out of the kitchen and went on to his task. Mortimer sighed to himself, a dastardly grin creeping on his face. "Maybe this is the pick me up I needed."
1. FIRST, create a picrew using this maker, and then 2. SECOND take this quiz on how fandom would see you if you were a fictional character. 3 (THIRD) POST YOUR PIC AND YOUR DESCRIPTION IN THE REBLOG!
Bastard (Good)
You’re a bastard. A wet cat, if you will. And we love you for it. You’re a little shit, but in the good way. You are the baddest babygirl. You killed a man, but you looked good doing it. You flirted with the hero and the enemy. All of Tumblr is madly in love with you. Congrats, I guess?
Tagging EVERYONE but especially @magicaltear, @the-beeses-kneeses, @wafflesrisa, @mykingdomforapen, @marbat, @scientistsinistral, @halberdierminister!
You’re a good character, you should just be somewhere else. You’re too serious, or funny, or kind, or mean, or ruthless, or lenient. You were truly born in the wrong universe. You would do so well, if it weren’t for the genre.
(Sob sob. This is way too true.)
Thank you @honey-deerling for the tag! This was super fun to do.
Featuring oc’s from @kalu-luwa, @emizel, @linawritesocs, and @mpfuro-station! oh and me lol. kinda ooc at some parts i’m sorry
Yumeko: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao
Nephi: What did you do, Yume-Chan?
Yumeko: A MISTAKE
Nephi: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail
Yumeko: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police
Someone: How many kids do you have?
Nephi: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?
Ace: Wake me up…
Yumeko: Before you go go!
Deuce: When September ends…
Nephi: WAKE ME UP INSIDE-
Ace, setting down a card: Ace of spades
Deuce, pulling out an Uno card: +4
Yumeko, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you
Nephi, trembling: What are we playing
*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*
Mortimer: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad, I just wanna know.
Everyone:
Yumeko: …I did. I broke it.
Mortimer: No. No you didn’t. Kanna?
Kanna: Don’t look at me. Look at Neph.
Neph: What?! I didn’t break it.
Kanna: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
Neph: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
Kanna: Suspicious.
Neph: No, it’s not!
Hayden: If it matters, probably not, but Avery was the last one to use it.
Avery: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Hayden: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Hayden: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Hayden!
Yumeko: Okay let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Mortimer-Senpai.
Nephi: No! Who broke it!?
Everyone:
Hayden: Mortimer… Eureka’s been awfully quiet.
Eureka: rEALLY?!
*Everyone starts arguing*
Mortimer, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
Mortimer: I predict 10 minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Mortimer:
Mortimer: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
Tsum Xenon had been hopping around all day, staring at everyone as they went about their lives. But they never stayed in one place for long, leaving once they finally got a good look at it's blank tsum face, made worse by the fact that it has no mouth.
After a long day of being avoided, it made its back to Ignihyde, where people didn't even bother to let it watch them and just scurried away like frightened mice. It hopped around aimlessly for a bit more, and stopped in front of a familiar door, one that would lead to someone regular Xenon would call a friend.
It laid there for seconds? Minutes? Who knows how long, until Phoebus opened the door. It looked up at him, blank eyes observing how his face twitched and the way his hair bounced when he moved his hands.
Phoebus was scrambling in his room trying to get things in order. Creatures fell from the sky that share characteristics of fellow students! Measures must be taken! An alien invasion has started! Not exactly how he saw it in his visions BUT that could just be from a minor timeline changing activity that he didn't look into. Protocol 57-B23 subsection 14 should do the trick!
"Ahh~ There's a 47% chance that I'll need peppermint leaves..." Phoebus fussed as he paced around the room. "Ohh~ It isn't above the majority...but it's still high...I'll just go grab some real quick."
Phoebus nodded his head as if he was agreeing with himself. He swung his door open to go out but stopped mid stride when he saw the tiny figure looking up at him. It was one of the invading Tsum! And it looked like his precious underclassman Xenny! How long had it been there? Why was it there? Where was the actual Xenon?! It did a little hop when it saw Phoebs. It reminded him of how Xenon would try to scare the tall third year. "H-hello..."
Phoebus rapidly tapped his fingertips as he stared back at Tsum Xenon. "Oh...what do I do? I didn't see this coming...Uh," he whispered. The tall half fae quickly grabbed a bag near his doorway and scooped up the little fella, "I guess it is better if you just come along. I'll check your involvement in the future after I get the peppermint, then I can finish securing my room. Maybe I should grab some extra peppermint for Xenny too...Oh! I should call Kelly just in case something is happening where he is!"
Phoebus fast walked towards the mirror out of Ignihyde muttering all the way. Tiny Tsum Xenon was strapped to his back getting swallowed by his mass of curls.
Aurora Tsum can often be seen bouncing around with Floyd Tsum, gleefully causing trouble wherever they go. While Floyd Tsum squeezes some poor unfortunate soul, Aurora Tsum jumps on their head and messes up their hair.
No one is able to calm down Aurora Tsum once it's gotten into a mischievous mood, so it seems. Miraculously, Trey was able to keep it in his arms with a few gentle words and touches. Every other dorm (except Diasomnia) was begging him to take care of Aurora Tsum after that. But Riddle ordered him to stay in Heartslabyul to help take care of Riddle Tsum (and deal with Aurora Tsum when it comes). So what's a guy to do?
Aurora Tsum likes to hide in big sleeves, and quickly took a liking to Vil's dorm uniform. He managed to strike a deal with it, where he would allow it to hide in his sleeves whenever it wanted as long as it didn't cause trouble in Pomefiore anymore. What a good dorm leader, managing to spare his dorm from further damage.
Regular Aurora didn't bat an eye to all the chaos their tsum was causing, so everyone gave up on asking them to take care of their tsum early on. At the end of the day, Aurora Tsum would find itself bouncing into Regular Aurora's bed, snuggling up to their head and recharging to prepare for tomorrow's chaos.
Violet Delmor
Violet Tsum likes to follow Riddle around, watching as he goes about his day as the dorm leader of Heartslabyul. It is very well behaved, making sure it isn't in the way of his work and helping out where it can. When Riddle joked that he would rather take care of Violet Tsum instead of his own, Riddle Tsum threw a fit.
When Violet Tsum isn't following Riddle around, it's trailing after Pip as she does her duties. It bounces on her head when she's doing something wrong, and nudges tools towards her (if the tool isn't too heavy) to help. If Pip picks it up and hugs it like a plushy, it goes completely still, as if holding it's breath.
Violet Tsum can also sometimes be seen bouncing away from Vance or purposefully headbutting Joules. Regular Violet doesn't get along well with them, so no one was very surprised at that.
No matter who it's with at the moment, Violet Tsum will drop everything and bound toward Iris the moment it sees her. It likes to nuzzle her face and rest on her shoulders, eyes closed happily all the while. Regular Violet was mortified at first and tried to pry the tsum off Iris, but relented and left them alone eventually after a few shoos from her amused sister.
Xenon Ambrose
Xenom Tsum has no mouth and therefore cannot talk, further enhancing it's mysteriousness! Whatever could it be thinking about behind those pensive eyes. Who knows~?
Xenon Tsum can usually be seen people watching (sometimes with Regular Xenon). Its not stalking anyone, just watching people go about their day from it's little corner of the room. People don't like being watched though, so poor Xenon Tsum finds the room clearing out just as it was starting to get comfortable.
When it isn't people watching, it's still watching certain people do their own thing. Mistral, when she's trimming Heartslabyul's prided rose bushes. Or Phoebus, preparing for another doomsday event. Or Rozalie, pouring over his experiments.
Xenon Tsum gets along quite well with Ace surprisingly! It took interest in his card tricks, and bounced around for a bit until Ace realized that it wanted to help out. It would insist on bringing him his cards, but only bring tarot cards, so that was a cause of confusion (Ace adjusted eventually).
Hnggg imagine Xenon Tsum making Ace do tarot readings for it. Ace does the 'is this your card?' magic trick on someone, and boom, it's a tarot card. That's the reading.
