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@nyangau
Only clever people make it in this world, see...
Savanaclaw Sophomore, Laughed by DuLo
An independent, selective portrayal of Ruggie Bucchi from Twisted Wonderland.
This account is canon-divergent, and mainly explores Ruggie's character as an actual college sophomore at Night Raven College, at 20 years of age. Mature & dark themes will be present in this journey.
This blog writes from mobile 100% of the time.
currently reading book 4
RULES. | WRITER. | PROMO.
"I think Unca Leona's sleeping again, so I'm gonna go play, okay?" With that, Cheka ran off with a smile as he wandered off in the opposite direction. "Bye Ruggie!"
@nyangau
"Yeah, yeah, Sir Sleeps-A-Lot. Figures. It's too bad that he can't jus' babysit in his sleep..."
Ruggie scoffs, writing in a notebook, working even now on something he'll be profiting off of later. He almost misses the other scurrying away, expecting the young prince to just. Well. Stay put!
His head shoots up, dropping everything as he stands and chases Cheka.
"Oi, oi!! Where do you think you're goin'?! Ya can't jus' LEAVE unsupervised!!"
He jogs after the cub, grumbling under his breath.
"Jeez, Leona's gonna owe me bigtime for this... I wonder what's the average pay for babysitting royalty's kids..."
Dogma is gonna get me back into twst bc lads is killing my wallet and pissing me off
Kid Ruggie to try some new brushes
[Alt under the cut]
April into May was.... really not kind to me, struck by two nearly back to back tragedies and a lot of stress but i really do want to be here again!!! So expect some interaction bait in the next couple days, and I'll work on getting some more icons done and things like that.
PS. Please give some recommendations of twst blogs to follow π
Are you taking your birthday bribes early.
"H'oh? I take gifts year round, Lyric...! It'd be rude t' refuse somethin' in celebration of my birth, y'know!"
"Nothin' worse than people who can't cook, throwin' away the food they ruined..."
hey guys what if
Flops across his head and gets comfy in his hair.
Ruggie's ears twitch from the slight weight on his head, the shift in his hair. He looks up from the sandwich he'd been eating and the book he was reading.
"Lookin' for a nice spot for a nap? I wonder if I can rent out the space, heheh..."
Arm in arm, they take to the town, the beastman letting out a bark of a laugh at the mere thought of a place called ruggri. Of course they stop by shops, first, he didn't mind at all, he was on Miri's dime, and wherever he wanted to go, Ruggie would follow, and follow he did, pulled wherever the other wished. His eyes wander, making not of the vibrant, fancy pieces that Miri seemed to like. He should get more familiar with his prefered style, Ruggie supposed, it could definitely be of use, later...
"Hot. Dry. Not really like the desert, no. Heheh, I live in the slums, so I don't really have too many fancy stories, y'know? Most of us live in one 'r two room lil shacks, no fancy stores unless ya wander into the bigger towns outside our village. It's nice when it rains... I think you'd enjoy th' city better than where I live, though."
He notes the bracelets, imagines how easy it would be to pocket one and present it as a gift, later, but when he glances as Miri's face, he looks...distant.
"Oi... y'good??"
miles of walking... skin dry... lips parched... his patience waning as he had considered ending the charade of normalcy sooner and simply making jamil cease his stupid games... alas, that wasn't what happened and miri survived his time in scarabia but damn if the memory didn't irritate him! droopy eyes gave a slow blink before refocusing on ruggie β he waved a hand and smiled. "yup, m'good."
"city or slums, sure there's somethin' to both of em. is it small enough everyone knows everyone?" he picked up the conversation as if there'd never been a lapse to begin with. a slight shrug as he picked through jewelry. "cities are nice cause nobody knows you. they got stuff t'do, places to spend all yer money, but i dunno. wouldnt say places where you come from are all bad." a sly glance ruggie's way and miri couldn't keep himself from teasing in a husky whisper; "not when they give us hidden treasures like youβ‘" cue a wink.
followed swiftly by a laugh and miri plucking a few bracelets from their stand and sauntering off to purchase them.
"Uh-huh... if ya say so..."
He does spare a doubtful squint the other's way, before shrugging it off for the most part. He'll keep an eye and ear out for any more spacing out.
"Mm, I guess so? I mean there's a lotta people who live in th' slums, but 'cause most of us can barely afford t' live without trade an' favors an' stuff, everyone knows each other anyways, y'know? It's still a community, prolly more than the city pretends t' be."
He watches how Miri picks jewelry and leaves other pieces he was eyeing for some time. His whisper and wink has Ruggie grinning, subtle warmth blooming in his cheeks, tail wagging a bit.
"D'aw, you're too sweet...! You're quite th' catch yerself~, shyeheehee!"
He watches Miri turn and walk away, gaining the attention of the shop clerk as he makes his purchase, and Ruggie swiftly pockets at least 3 bracelets Miri seemed interested in. And pockets a few more pieces of jewelry that he passes on his way to his side at the front counter. Perfect, now he can gift him for some upcoming holidays, and sell or trade the rest back at school.
"What's yer neighborhood like, anyways?"
Messy eater π½
CW blood
cont. from [x] | @nyangau ft. miri !!
it's kinda cute, how quick ruggie is to try to clean up his act in the face of a potential employer. perked and at attention, the other student was quick to accept miri's request. miri chuckled under his breath at ruggie's antics but nevertheless looped one of his arms into the beastman's. "hmm, ruggri's a shit name for a town."
their descent from campus was quick and pleasant enough...
miri's first stop on this venture was a street packed full of small businesses; boutiques, specialty stores, curated restaurants and cafes β he pulled ruggie along to whatever caught his eye, and let himself be guided to places of interest as well. he stopped at one particular store that had colorful accessories and frilly clothes.
"you're from sunset savanna, right? what's it like there?" miri asked idly as he browsed some bracelets, holding this one and that one up before putting them down and lifting different ones for the same inspection. "it sounds hot. though not as much as scaldin' sands." not being one for extreme heat and especially not of the dry variety, miri sorely hoped ruggie's homeland wasn't as bad as the scalding sands. just being in that dorm was murder on his health. his expression grew blank as he remembered the viper incident... if hell was real, it was probably a desert.
Arm in arm, they take to the town, the beastman letting out a bark of a laugh at the mere thought of a place called ruggri. Of course they stop by shops, first, he didn't mind at all, he was on Miri's dime, and wherever he wanted to go, Ruggie would follow, and follow he did, pulled wherever the other wished. His eyes wander, making not of the vibrant, fancy pieces that Miri seemed to like. He should get more familiar with his prefered style, Ruggie supposed, it could definitely be of use, later...
"Hot. Dry. Not really like the desert, no. Heheh, I live in the slums, so I don't really have too many fancy stories, y'know? Most of us live in one 'r two room lil shacks, no fancy stores unless ya wander into the bigger towns outside our village. It's nice when it rains... I think you'd enjoy th' city better than where I live, though."
He notes the bracelets, imagines how easy it would be to pocket one and present it as a gift, later, but when he glances as Miri's face, he looks...distant.
"Oi... y'good??"
happy birthday ruggie!! π§‘π©
biting is a love language. no i will not elaborate.
Despite their bantering, it seems they've gone aside to get him something for his birthday after allβeven if it's only so he doesn't call upon it in the future for an even larger favor with interest. They catch him after classes are over for the day near the mirror hall; it's easy to do, when he stands out decorated up in those outfits everyone seems to get when their turn comes around. They're holding a little yellow-wrapped box in one hand with a white bow slapped on it when he comes near, and Lyric scoffs a little at his attire when he gets near.
"... you like practical stuff, right?"
Ruggie seemed like a practical person at the end of it. Why get him something he'll never use? That's Lyric's thought. Willingly do they hand over the box: it has a metallic sound to it, because it's an airtight looseleaf cannister. They'd cleaned it out and carefully removed the label to put a fresh on one for it's new contents.
"It's dandelion tea. Good for your immune system, and digestion, stress. High in Vitamin A and Vitamin C and potassium and polysaccharides... Should help with that high stress lifestyle you live, huh? Running around for Leona."
They seem amused at the thought of it, but their choice is very intentional. They planted & picked them all meticulously from the greenhouse, dried them, and prepared them just for this purpose after all.
"Happy birthday, Ruggie. You only get one a year."
As the day goes on, Ruggie counts up his gifts and well wishes, and keeps a very clear list of who in his circles present him with something this year. As classes wind down and end for the day, he finds himself noting that maybe he will have to take this as an IOU to cash out against Lyric some other day, which is no real bother to Ruggie in the slightest, he knew how to lay guilt on thick and get the biggest return on a missed birthday gift.
As he walks to the hall of mirrors, he perks up at the sight of them, striding casually over to meet them. He nods at their inquiry, leering over with keen interest.
He takes the box, picking subconsciously at the white bow as he listens to them describe the gift, unleashing a bit of all that plant wisdom they've got. It's a well thought out gift, handmade, kind, a special sort of priceless that even Ruggie can covet.
"Heh, wow, ya really went outta your way for this, huh? Thanks, Lyric, I really appreciate it~!"
savanaclaw boys studies! π
Some twst characters i drew for a local cupsleeve event last year
I wasn't able to go ;; but I'm glad my friends who did had a lot of fun :33
