This old mansion is covered in dust and cobwebs, and the floorboards are rather frail. Watch your step and don’t mind the spiders and ghosts.
The prefect no longer lives here.
[This is an Archive]
I fell out of Twisted Wonderland for the moment, and don’t think I’ll get back to it. These are hella old drawings and look like dog shit now but this game is what got me started drawing digitally and I was happy when making them. So don’t have to heart to delete them. They kinda have a special place in my heart. ;-;
Who knows, maybe I’ll get back into this game and make doodles again.
My art looks better now, and if you’re curious, you can find me here : @cursed-sheep (obey me!)
You know what they say, an artist’s art is a glimpse of their soul and it is a language without words that not many can grasp. Crowley, graciously hands a task to the Prefect without warning whatsoever. Assigned to make 100 paintings and find talented and skilled students to participate in a painting contest just when the school is about to be on a break. Ultimately, the magicless prefect only gathered enough courage to force ask a few friends to join. Though, something about this event isn’t so magicless for our dear participants.
How will the prefect handle such a fuddle task? Come and see what chaos an these artists can go through a fathomless Painting Marathon!
Chapters:
Paintings
✦ Floyd’s Painting - Eels Adoration
Character event Outfits:
✄ Part 1 [got some slight changes]
✄ Part 2
✄ The Portraits
↑ [will most likely make some changes]
Irmerlin SSR card [OC] (old)
[more things will be added once I actually make them.]
Is there any saved something you have which needs context, and that you definitely could write a whole post essay about, and maybe even wanted to, if someone had only asked or only the opportunity had arisen?
And if so, would you like to use this ask as a perfect excuse to do so~? ;)
One time I conceptualized a 1st year sleepover at Ramshackle event type thingy. They’ve had them before but what can i say— im a sucker. It’s was more so catered specifically towards things involving my MC and their specific issues, but, for brevities sake— it involved trying to cheer up the Prefect, then in trying to come up with something cool to do, one guy has a brilliant plan and it suddenly becomes an unwanted escape room/home-invasion horror movie thanks to a magic skeleton key that fucked with Ramshackle. I never ironed out the details. But here are 5 out of 6 hypothetical “cards” I drew for it.
These are all hella old, and the only thing that bugs (aside from never finishing Ace’s rip, sorry😭 ) is that I drew them on a canvas that was too small and I didn’t notice until it was too late!! Then i had the grand idea to make them bigger, but that made them more jank. So the quality has been compromised across the board. There’s a lot I’d change design wise nowadays. BUT I’M STILL a fan of Deuce and Ortho’s appearances specifically (even if there are minor things i’d adjust, like maybe Ortho’s pose since i wasnt comfy drawing him and his machinery aesthetic yet.)
Hypothetical “SSR” belongs to Sebek because at the time he didn’t have an event specific one. This era was a throw a bone W. Nowadays I just want the guy to always have Ws.
It’s a little janky presentation wise across the board imo, so if I ever come back to this one day with more refinement, everyone is getting redone. And maybe Ace can be an “SSR” too to make up for never finishing his image (not showing the old wip). No promises though, even dropping this much in the states they’re in is enough to shoot my nerves tbh. I like the base idea fine, but it could do with a lot more refinement everywhere. AND NEXT TIME I’D REMEMBER THE RESOLUTION SIZE. BUT YEAH THATS IT REALLY the end. This wasn’t an essay this was venting lmfao rip
I'm wondering, I don't know if you answer this before but is Simon based on buck from call of the wild?
Oh shit that didn’t even cross my mind at the time :0
But no, he isn’t. Simon is based on the Dog from Peter Pan, Nana. I haven’t done any posts of this but just like Nana, he does serve and help out for the students of NRC well being. ^^
He’s like a butler but ironically enough, his unique magic is telling others what to do.
"It's always a good idea to avoid conflict if you can... But if not, you strike first." - Yonah Hah
The prefect of Ramshackle dorm. A dashing young woman who woke up to find herself inside a stranger's body, at a strange, unfamiliar world brimming with magic. Being tough as nails and harboring a secret of her own, she is willing to put up a good fight against all odds to keep her place here at Night Raven College.
Here's better look of my twst MC/Yuusona and a lil' introduction 😉
I had her since the summer of 2020 and she is one of my favorite OCs, so imagine my excitement when I saw our new Offical MC Yuuka! It's almost as if they are twins!! 😭💕
...Yeah, I'm obviously exaggerating here, but I think you can tell the similarities. As a lover of 'not-so-dainty-girls-with-short-hair' or androgynous girls, it feels really validating to see Yuuka as the MC. 🥰 Also, her being the MC for the Savanaclaw episode is just the 🍒cherry on top🍒 😎🍸
It came as a surprise when I got Idia but only because I don’t know too much about him. It was so nicely written and well thought of, which made me really happy! ^^
Hello! I’ve never done this before so if this suck you can absolutely skip this. (I did make sure to read your rules and I hope I didn’t break any of them.)
How about a fluff of Jack and Deuce (separate) where the reader is an artist that wants to use their hands as reference to practice since they think that their hands look very expressive? And maybe y/n ends up wanting to draw them as a whole afterwards.
Like I said, you can skip this if you want but Thank you for your time! ^^
author's note: AAAA Thank you so much for this request anon!! I loved writing it, it's a really original idea and I also love the characters you requested sooo double win! I hope you like it <3 (also dw, you didn't break any rules)Characters may be OOC, Jack's part is a bit longer than Deuce's.
content warnings: none
Characters: Jack, Deuce(separate) x gn!reader
Hands on a canvas
Being an artist in Twisted Wonderland was probably the best thing that could ever happen in your life. Since you have been transported to the new world you have never lacked the desire to portray everything of this world that always fascinates you.
Your artistic skills have also been a big help for other people like Azul and the Leech twins, who asked for your thoughts and opinions about their menu's design, and to the students who are in charge of the costumes and backstage work in the film research club.
You're laying on the bed of your room in ramshackle, thinking about the amount of time you spent in twisted wonderland, its people. Your mind then immediately wanders to your home, your world.
When will you be able to return to the place you really belong to?
You immediately cast these thoughts out of your mind.
Being depressed won't change the situation you're in.
To distract yourself, you decide to focus on what you love doing: drawing.
You open the bedside drawer next to you and take a sketchbook and a pencil to get started, you then grab your phone and make your way towards a desk near the window of the room where you usually spend your time drawing or doing your homework.
You look out of your window to find new things to draw but there aren't any, just the same trees and flowers...sure, at first it was nice drawing them but after a while anyone would get tired of portraying the same scenery. You sigh and grab your things, ready to go out and find something or someone to sketch.
You start walking around the school to find inspiration and you finally find it when you come across the track and field club or rather a member of it: Jack.
You watch as he plays on the field of the track club and you can't seem to pull your eyes away from him, almost mesmerized by his energy. You slowly start to sit down on the ground and open your notebook, your gaze never leaving Jack's figure.
Your attention shifts on his hands, you always liked his hands and thought they are very expressive and without thinking about it you start to sketch them in different ways. When you tear you eyes away from your drawings and look towards the field once again, you find jack staring at you.
For a moment you don't know what to do, but then he waves at you with an almost unnoticable smile on his lips.
Your heart skipping a beat and you swear that blood rushed to your face, making it hot and red. After a few seconds of you trying to recover from the shock, you smile back at him, returning the greeting and Jack goes back to the other members of the club to continue his game.
You follow with your gaze the figure of the boy who hoes back to his club activities amd you can't help but think of his delicate smile that he showed you earlier. Your heart skips a beat again and you start drawing his face on the white paper, with the intention of portraying not only Jack, but also the deep feelings you have for him.
"Is there something wrong with my hands?" Deuce asks in the cafeteria while you, him, Ace and Grim were sitting together, eating your lunch.
You've been staring at his hands since the moment you sat down across from him with a noticeable interest and a bit of intensity, but you can't help it! The reason is that you have been practicing drawing hands for a long time, but recently the practice is not going well and the results are not what you quite expected and the pile of tattered and rolled up drawing paper in the trash can of your dorm can testify your failed experiments of drawing human anatomy. So you've been thinking about using someone's hands as a refernce.
You've always liked Deuce's hands and you tought they would be the perfect reference for your drawings. You just had to find a good way to ask him if you could his hands as a model.
"It's just that recently I've been trying to practice my drawing skills, to be more specific, I'm practicing drawing hands but I'm...uh...quite failing at it ahah" akward ass laugh.
Deuce looks at you for a few seconds and his gaze moves to his hands and then to you again, this continues for a few seconds before he asks in an almost embarassed way:
"Would you..like to use my hands as a reference then?"
Hard to believe, but Deuce understood your intentions.
At this point we might as well believe that the end of the world is coming
You immediately accept his help with a big grin on your face and literally DRAG HIM out of the cafeteria when you finish eating, not even caring about ace who was still sitting at the table drowning in his food.
After successfully finding a bench to sit on, you open your notebook and grab your pencil (two items you won't leave your house without) and start sketching using deuce's hands as a reference.
While drawing you explain to Deuce all your drawing techniques and show many of your sketches in the album, which receive many compliments and positive comments from the blue-haired boy. You also explain to him that you were hoping he would offer you help in your attempts of drawing hands, as you particularly appreciate the expressiveness that his hands have, and you swear that you've seen the tip of his ears turn a bit red.
You didn't mind it and kept drawing until you both had to back to class, promising to each other that you would spend more time together to practice.
Before parting ways you gave him one of the drawings you did of his hands, something he would cherish forever.
Note: These beings will show up on Book 2 of the event when I actually post the chapters. I have them ready, I just keep editing and making sure that everything sounds good. ^^
I woke up to see that I was in yet another dream, but this time, there weren’t any odd characters. There was no mad queen, no lion, not a single sea witch and not one sorcerer..
I look to see behind me and there wasn’t a beautiful queen nor was there a blue flamed god…
I didn’t see a stern powerful sorceress either.
All I could see around me was how the environment slowly shifted its dark view to a familiar house. My now nostalgic family's house. But it didn’t look the same way I had left it, it looked old and to the brink of almost wanting to fall apart. I felt like my throat was being choked by something — a similar feeling when you feel like you’re about to cry.. The house then turns to sand and is washed away by the wind. Until it was completely taken away from me. I feel my eyes slowly completely flooding themselves and as though I couldn’t breathe anymore. The wind got stronger, dirt and sand hurting my watering eyes. I struggled to look up at the sky to see it had completely turned red, the air had become suffocating and unbearable, making both my inside and outside feel as if it was burning.
The world I had longed for had become uninhabitable, it pained me so much worse to come to that realization.. A thunderous storm approached, I covered my ears and closed my eyes shut so that I could no longer see what was happening. I felt so scared and in pain to do anything. Distorted voices and static noises were suddenly everywhere, I could not understand a single word any of them said. Everything got louder and louder, giving me an immense headache that was too explosive to comprehend.
But with all the chaos around me, I heard loving voices calling out to me. Ones that were so familiar yet somehow was slowly beginning to forget. Every other noise faded away even though the events were still happening around me, only those voices I chose to listen.. I see their familiar silhouettes but the storm isn’t making it easy for me to see properly. I painfully stood up and tried so hard to run towards those people, but no matter how fast or hard I ran towards them, I wasn’t getting any closer to them.
At some point, I couldn’t move anymore, The voices quickly were washed away with the previous awfully loud noises. I could no longer even hear my own thoughts. It just didn’t stop. Everything began to spin and it wasn’t waiting for me to think. Please let it stop, I want everything to stop, I want time to think! Please let me think! Everything hurts, just make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!
JUST MAKE IT STOP!!
I woke up alone not in my room of Ramshackle Dorm, but in an infirmary bed. The halls were completely silent. I looked out the window to see it was dark outside. I was speechless. My head felt lightheaded but at least nothing too serious. I felt hot, I was sweating and felt out of breath — as if I had just finished running or something. I took the bed sheets off my chest to breathe and just… sat there for a little bit. I look to the bed next to me to see that grim was peacefully sleeping the way he always has been. But he had a few bandages around his little body. Seeing him gave me a sense of relief, reassurance I’m a way.
How long have I been asleep anyway..? I needed a distraction… I don’t feel like sleeping anymore.
Thank you so much for your time if you read to whole thing, I hope you liked the first chapter and are interested in the next coming chapters of Book [!]. This is not canon to the actual story of TW, it is just my own fan-made book — which is why it has an exclamation mark instead of a number.
Side note: [Not every chapter will be in the Prefect’s perspective, the pov will change depending on the story.]
