“And if you’ll give me 40% of the MOST POPULAR VOTE, I’ll give you my SPECIAL REWARD... A year’s supply of NON-GLOOBY SLIME!!! Never or BARELY used!!!” Tenna concluded his speech with a huge smile, jetting his hands up in double peace signs.
The crowd roared in confused enthusiasm as Tenna gave a gracious flurry of low-FPS bows, pausing only for the occasional stink-nose at his audience plants who weren’t throwing enough 3D roses.
Eventually, the room fell silent. It was Senshi’s turn to speak.
He puffed out his chest, took a long, sweeping look over the audience… and shook his head.
“I can see not all of you are eating properly.”
The crowd murmured with embarrassment.
“I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s time to take the turkey out of your icebox. I have seen the ingenious technology with which your people store food... and I have also seen the waste which results from such convenience.
“The food you take had a life. Beasts grew fat on the grass of the field, plants grew from the sun’s rays, and mushrooms grew from minerals in the cracks of caves. And yet, it sits in your iceboxes, collecting moisture until it perishes.
“Eat what is given to you. Because its life will make you stronger, too.”
Without another word, Senshi left his podium and stepped away from the stage. The crowd murmured in confusion. “Is he really like that?” somebody said. “I only remember reblogging the photosets of him tripping and showing ass.”
--
Back in the Green Room, Tenna wrung his antennas nervously.
“Y-y-you think they liked me!? They HAD to!! I mean, I don’t know what Asgore was thinking, getting that weird haircut and running that food waste campaign, but… YOU thought I did good, didn’t you, Kris?”
Laios nodded aggressively, a streak of blue face paint peeling from his forehead.
“You did AMAZING, Tenna! By the way, now that we’ve seen all your insider campaign secrets, do you have any more videos of Susie? Especially her tail... If I could get a look at that, I could finally tell if she’s a dinosaur or --”
THWACK. Fake antlers butted Laios’s head.
“LAIOS?? Weren’t we dressed up to help SENSHI???” Marcille hissed, gesturing awkwardly with her hooves.
Suddenly, Tenna turned to the two adventurers.
“Hey, WAIT a second. SOMETHING’s not right here...”
Laios and Marcille held their breath.
“Where the heck are my POINTS!?”
Just then, the door opened. Chilchuck took one step into the room, whistling and holding a large bag.
Everyone turned to him.
Chilchuck paused, took a step backwards, and closed the door.
“CHILCHUCK!!!” yelled Tenna.
“How come Chilchuck got to stay Chilchuck!?” yelled Marcille at the same time.
--
Meanwhile, in outer space somewhere, some guy was making out with a rock.
I made Anna's school outfit in stream yesterday (the third one) but waking up today I wasn't sure anymore. I think her casual clothes look a bit too much like it. SO I tried more stuff, think I'm gonna go for the first one! But I change my mind every minute so who knows (and no I'm not going to do all of them, I want one main school outfit design lol)
During stream I also mentioned how Anna has some dog blood in her somewhere (shes based on the broomdog, but that thing is more a broom so thats why I didn't make her a dog beastgirl). But she is like one of those small dogs with a big bark. She's very loyal and will fight for you though !!!!!
（ yandere dating sim! twisted wonderland x reader ) part one. part two here
⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗬, you awake in the otome game ‘twisted hearts’ as a run-out-of-the-mill side character. no worries, the love interests are already after yuu. you just gotta stay out of it all, right?
It’s been quite a while since your transmigration, and honestly, things have been going smoothly. You always wake up in Scarabia, take a leisurely stroll through Main Street and watch Yuu — the protagonist of said Otome game — be flanked by a bickering yet endearing trio of Ace, Deuce and Grim. Their voices reverberate in your head as you take your classes, their efforts to subtly woo the Ramshackle Prefect simply background noise as you head to class, heedless yet aware all the same. It’s a little bland, but it’s no biggie. You have no friends, no social life, no nothing — but the ends justify the means, so you persist.
Uh-oh! Your plans go awry right in the midst of your semester when the headmage insists you all opt for joining a club. You want to lay low, but your grade depends on your extracurricular activities, so poor little you has to drag yourself out of your spot by a random, murky tree and comply. In the distance, you hear Yuu pick the basketball club, ever so happy with their ragtag bunch of companions.
As the twisted breeze whistles past your face, you find yourself at a stalemate: wavering between the clubs labeled film studies and mountain lovers; the only clubs having a single member. You vacillate between Vil and Jade; and from what you can remember, neither of them are much fun. Though it’s clear you don’t have to exert yourself over it much longer, because when a random boy bumps by you, ink blots and smudges out the ways of the mountains, already deciding your fate for you.
The meeting spot is somewhere behind somewhere, you keep your head down all the while, even as the silence flourishes into thickness, even as the man of your nightmares sits silently at the far end and grins that cathedral of sharp teeth, just shy of crushing your spirit.
“A member?” Suave as he is, you don’t miss the glister of disappointment in his eyes (expecting someone else, someone named Yuu). Jade is far prettier in person, but you don’t dwell on it for long. “How unexpected.”
He does not deign to ask your name, a reason for gratitude, and so your woebegone, mundane routine continues. You find his composed and charming exterior belies his passion for mushrooms beneath, and it becomes a habit of yours to put an end to him prating before he’s left unchecked forevermore. He rewards you with a cool chuckle, streaks of noctilucent teal slanting along with the tilt of his head. It’s all rehearsed, isn’t it? Jade, even when he acknowledges you, couldn’t be any more robotic.
“During my usual trek,” Jade explains, lashes dipping towards a pale cluster of such umbrella-shaped bodies. “I happened to come across these earlier. You’ll find they grow in peculiar places.”
“Everything here grows in peculiar places,” The forest scent floods your nose as you breathe in. “That’s kind of the brand.”
Jade’s smile does not falter. “How delightfully pragmatic.”
You reach out and poke one of the mushrooms. It yields under your finger, the texture oh-so real, even as it springs back. Vaguely recalling a bad ending recalling spores, you add: “Don’t eat that.”
“I hadn’t intended to,” he replies, and you don’t miss the flicker of surprise coursing through his mismatched gaze. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say the reaction was authentic. “Though I appreciate your concern.”
“It’s not concern,” You turn away, and Jade’s stare scorches the fabric of your clothes. Moisture-laden grass squelches beneath the accidentally aggressive tempo of your boots, and you hope he doesn’t store the sound away as emotion. “If you die, I have to find a new club.”
When your ears crane for the sound of his approaching footsteps, you get a soft chuckle in its stead.
“How reassuring. I shall endeavor to remain alive, then.”
And to think he still doesn’t know your name.
That’s how your days go, and that’s all they’ll be limited to. On Tuesday, you take a tour of Main Street again, and find the eel inexorably staring at the visage of the prefect, so vehemently absorbed in his thoughts as they chatter off to someone faceless. You move, and Jade does not, staying true to the script. You almost feel bad, until the bell rings and you’re forced to take another lesson of flight, listening to Vargas yammer and run his mouth. Strangely so, even the teacher is not privy to your name. How delightfully pragmatic. In turn, you find yourself foraking your duties to Jade’s mushroom lineage.
“Evading your club activities?” You flinch awake from your near nap, head lolling to the side. The familiar voice somehow chimes in even as you sink into the shadows. Jade must be passing by, you think, there’s no other reason he’d willingly approach you. “Dare I ask, are you perhaps displeased with me?”
“Nah.” You quirk a brow at him. Displeased? Of what? “Just needed a break.”
“Ah.” The corners of his lips unravel to reveal that pointy smile you hate. “That certainly eases my worries.”
Standing up, you shrug off your drowsiness. But just as you move — snip — your foot catches on the edge of the bench, and you’re sent headfirst into the ground.
“Careful,”
A firm hold seizes your arm. Bleary-eyed, you blink up at Jade in a daze, the sunlight pooling over the panes of his complexion. “I would hate for my only club member to injure themselves.”
“Your only club member would hate that too.”
A small incline of his head.
“How fortunate we are in our alignment.”
He releases you, the pressure ebbs away as his tall stature’s reduced to a tiny little speck in your vision.
On Wednesday, you willingly skip out on the club meeting and decide to hone your flight skills once more. You catch sight of the prefect sauntering off elsewhere, and trailing after them is one more anomaly. Surprisingly so, Jade does not approach you again, a confirmation that he had not indeed sought after you yesterday. It was more so a twist of fate, and you wonder if he’s already occupied in seeking the prefect out.
Nevertheless, you digress. You abide by your flight class regulations. Until, well... something bonks you over the head and you get a concussion.
“Ah—! Wait, wait, are you okay?!”
There’s a face above you now, bright and frantic and entirely too close. Sunlight halos his warm visage, and the red pools cast your own likeness back at you.
“I didn’t see you! You just kind of— appeared— no, that sounds like I’m blaming you, I’m not blaming you— are you hurt?!”
You blink once, wondering if you should offer formalities to your housewarden.
“…You hit me with a broom.”
“Yes! No— I mean— I did, but not on purpose!”
“…That doesn’t make it better.”
“I know!! I’m sorry!”
You soothe his worries, and he seems ever so desperate to call for Jamil and seek the aid of someone more well-versed in... well, whatever this is. He doesn’t know what to do, you tell yourself, and somehow, that’s how you find yourself back at Scarabia as Kalim accompanies you to the building, fussing over you and the growing bruise on your temple.
Kalim hands you tea, atypical of him even in the absence of his other companion. The padded seats have you all warm and comfortable, and soon enough, you find yourself lost in a one-sided conversation entirely (deprived of something as normal as this for a long, long time).
“You look kind of familiar,” He smiles and your shoulders loosen. “Have we met before?”
“You’re my housewarden.”
“Ohh! That’s why!” The touch of happiness is not scrubbed off his face, even at the tip of your bluntness. It’s a pretty smile, you think.
“Yup..”
“Yes!” He mimics. “I’m Kalim Al-Asim! Oh— wait, I should’ve started with that, sorry— what’s your name?”
You freeze.
A simple, harmless, entirely normal question, yet you find yourself prodding for its reason all the more.
“…Why?”
He blinks.
“Why…? Because I just hit you with a broom.”
“That’s not usually when people ask.”
“Well, I feel like I should know who I’m apologizing to! That’s just polite!”
For once, a smile graces your lips and you give him your name. He reciprocates your ... measly enthusiasm and invites you to a plethora of parties (forgetting you’re already a Scarabia resident)
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