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When you need to declare your love to your wife but it is so strong you can't help but revert back to french.

You know the perk of being french ? I can write Rook rambling haha !

(Though I am incapable of writing poetry, so here is the poem I used and its approximate translation:

Je respire où tu palpites,

Tu sais ; à quoi bon, hélas !

Rester là si tu me quittes,

Et vivre si tu t'en vas ?

(I breathe where you throb, you know ;

What for, alas! stay here if you leave me, and live if you go away?)

A quoi bon vivre, étant l'ombre

De cet ange qui s'enfuit ?

A quoi bon, sous le ciel sombre,

N'être plus que de la nuit ?

(What good is living, being the shadow of this fleeing angel?

What for, under the dark sky, being from the night only?)

Je suis la fleur des murailles

Dont avril est le seul bien.

Il suffit que tu t'en ailles

Pour qu'il ne reste plus rien.

(I am the flower of your walls for which April is the only good.

You only need to leave for me to be left with nothing.)

Tu m'entoures d'Auréoles;

Te voir est mon seul souci.

Il suffit que tu t'envoles

Pour que je m'envole aussi.

(You surround me with Halos;

I care only about seeing you.

You need only to take flight for me to fly too.)

Si tu pars, mon front se penche ;

Mon âme au ciel, son berceau,

Fuira, dans ta main blanche

Tu tiens ce sauvage oiseau.

(Should you leave, my front/forehead shall lean ;

My soul in the sky, its cradle, will flee,

In your white hand you hold this wild bird.)

Que veux-tu que je devienne

Si je n'entends plus ton pas ?

Est-ce ta vie ou la mienne

Qui s'en va ? Je ne sais pas.

(What would I become, should I not hear your steps anymore?

Is it your life or mine that is fleeing ?

I cannot tell?)

Quand mon orage succombe,

J'en reprends dans ton coeur pur ;

Je suis comme la colombe

Qui vient boire au lac d'azur.

(When my thunder dies down, I take some from your pure heart ;

I am like the dove that just drank in the azur lake.)

L'amour fait comprendre à l'âme

L'univers, salubre et béni ;

Et cette petite flamme

Seule éclaire l'infini

(Love makes the soul understand the universe, healthful and blessed ;

And this lonely little flame shines upon the endless)

Sans toi, toute la nature

N'est plus qu'un cachot fermé,

Où je vais à l'aventure,

Pâle et n'étant plus aimé.

(Without you, all of nature is only a closed cell where I go on an adventure,

Pale and no longer beloved.)

Sans toi, tout s'effeuille et tombe ;

L'ombre emplit mon noir sourcil ;

Une fête est une tombe,

La patrie est un exil.

(Without you, everything falls apart ;

Shadows fill my dark eyebrow ;

A feast/party is a tomb,

The homeland is an exile.)

Je t'implore et réclame ;

Ne fuis pas loin de mes maux,

O fauvette de mon âme

Qui chantes dans mes rameaux !

(I beg and demand ;

Do not flee any longer from my pain,

O warbler of my soul who sings in my twigs!)

De quoi puis-je avoir envie,

De quoi puis-je avoir effroi,

Que ferai-je de la vie

Si tu n'es plus près de moi ?

(What could I want?

What could I be afraid of?

What would I do of life without you by my side?)

Tu portes dans la lumière,

Tu portes dans les buissons,

Sur une aile ma prière,

Et sur l'autre mes chansons.

(You carry in the light,

You carry in the bushes,

On a wing my prayers,

On the other my songs.)

Que dirai-je aux champs que voile

L'inconsolable douleur ?

Que ferai-je de l'étoile ?

Que ferai-je de la fleur ?

(What will I tell to the fields that hide my inconsolable pain?

What would I do of the star?

What would I do of the flower?)

Que dirai-je au bois morose

Qu'illuminait ta douceur ?

Que répondrai-je à la rose

Disant : " Où donc est ma soeur ?"

(What will I tell to the morose forest that illuminated your softness?

What will I answer at the rose asking "Where is my sister?")

J'en mourrai ; fuis, si tu l'oses.

A quoi bon, jours révolus !

Regarder toutes ces choses

Qu'elle ne regarde plus ?

(I would die ;

Flee if you dare.

What is the point, days gone! of looking at all those she no longer looks at?)

Que ferai-je de la lyre,

De la vertu, du destin ?

Hélas ! et, sans ton sourire,

Que ferai-je du matin ?

(What would I do of the lyre, of virtue, of destiny?

Alas! And, without your smile,

What would I do of the morning?)

Que ferai-je, seul, farouche,

Sans toi, du jour et des cieux,

De mes baisers sans ta bouche,

Et de mes pleurs sans tes yeux !

(What would I do, alone, wild, without you, of days and heavens,

Of my kisses without your lips,

And of my tears without your eyes!)

Il suffit que tu t'envoles pour que je m'envoles aussi - Victor Hugo

(You need only take flight for me to fly too))

Aight, the Yuusona is done and posted, now my Pomefiore Oc!

Hayeli Callem

17 years old, 2nd year

Pomefiore, based on the Evil Queen's mirror

Originally from a border of the Scalding Sands

He/him

Signature Spell : Kaleidoscope Divine

-allows Hayeli to reproduce any kind of magic (even other Signature Spells) for a maximum of 15 seconds

-the stronger the magic, the shorter the time

-for other Signature Spells, Hayeli must have already seen said SS used in full without interruption

-for other Signature Spells, the original user must be in Hayeli's field of view

-Example: Hayeli can use Riddle's Off With Your Heads for about 10 seconds while Riddle is around, before the collar gets dismissed entirely.

-so far Hayeli has only ever managed to use Kaleidoscope Divine on others' Signature Spells on 5 different occasions only (one of which being Riddle's Off With Your Heads)

-Hayeli usually only uses it to copy regular spells he hasn't yet mastered, or to confuse his opponents long enough for him to run away

-Hayeli thinks his Signature Spell is useless because it has too many strict requirements

Originality? Don’t know him.

If you ask him, Hayeli will say he was probably cursed as a child, because he is simply unable to do anything on his own without having seen someone else doing it first. He always needs to copy others to achieve anything, and became so good at it that he can replicate someone’s mannerisms or handwriting in a glance. If he is around someone long enough, he can even replicate their accent. (To Vil’s horror, he is able to replicate both Epel and Rook’s accent, and he can even do mashups!)

Unlike for his Signature Spell, he doesn't need others to be around while he copies things. Once he’s replicated the skill once, he can do it again whenever (but always the very way he’s copying. Should he learn to draw from one specific person, he won’t be able to draw in any other style.)

He hides it a lot but he is constantly angry that he can never be his own person. He isn’t even sure who he IS! As far as he knows he’s just a walking, talking mirror.

OFF/ON modes

In Hayeli’s words : “The OFF mode is just when my stupid gimmick finally lets off.” When nobody is around for him to copy, Hayeli reverts back to his “natural state” which tends to be quite pessimistic and cynical. He grumbles a lot and gets frustrated regularly but at least he gets to be “him” (whoever that is) for a night. When in OFF mode he tries to do as little as possible, usually just reading novels or meditating, because every other skill he has comes from copying others.

The ON mode depends on whoever he spends the most time with. Pomefiore has a rather unique effect on his behavior. Should he stay around Savanaclaw students for any prolonged time for whichever reason though, he will naturally shift his attitude to match the more rugged and sporty behavior of beastmen. Hayeli has little to no control over his copying and regularly gets upset about it.

These days, since Pomefiore is taking a huge place in his life, he will be obviously (and obnoxiously) acting like a cliché Pomefiore student even when spending a lot of time with others.

The copying comes gradually the more time he spends with someone and takes as much time fading once he stops frequenting that person.

Random facts:

-Despite Vil's best efforts to improve Hayeli's skin, he is cursed with a heavy bout of acne and very red cheeks. Hayeli learned all his makeup skills by copying Vil and the contrast between his usual face and his makeup-ed one is so staggering people tend not to recognise him. He actually has a lot of fun with it.

-Hayeli gets regular headaches when there are too many people around him because his gimmick cannot decide on who to copy and makes ridiculous mashups.

-He has absolutely no shame cheating for tests by copying others. He was once caught by Trein.

-His pupils are naturally white and strangely shaped

-Vil has forbidden him from frequenting Azul and Sebek because he becomes the worst version of them with his copy gimmick

-He and Epel act like older/younger siblings

-His Signature Spell doesn't work on Ortho due to his robotic nature, and he has a hard time using it on Faes

-Hayeli is very eloquent and has a lot of vocabulary. Sometimes he speaks in rhymes without realizing

-He has a grand total of 16 moles on his body

Those cat freshmen are terrible influences.

Thanks @rakiah for allowing me to draw their Siamese twins, those three would be absolutely menaces together. Rip Savanaclaw, you will not survive their pranks.

(No he can't climb trees. He's a shrimp.)

Um, I don’t think anyone needs this, but I decided to make TWST OC templates in between my chores so…I don’t even know why I made these lolol~

The so-called, “oc template market” is already so saturated, but I’m sure the fandom can handle one more—

I don’t have a sample right now, but the template is pretty straightforward. In the brackets, you input your oc’s name in katakana, and right below that, in English lettering. You can add your desired CV right above the line before the “age,best subject, etc.,” slightly lower than the English lettering of your oc’s name. (I hope that makes sense.)

Edit: (I’ve uploaded a sample of what that should look like, please see my reply in the notes if you’re interested.)

Then, at the very bottom, beside the “Unique Magic,” input the name of your oc’s Unique Magic there, and a short description of what it does under the line. I do hope you guys enjoy using this template!

Please don’t remove my watermark when you do use it so that people may be able to find the rest of the templates!

Fee free to tag me when you do use them, I’d love to see the twst oc’s I haven’t come across yet! It’s always a pleasure to be able to see how creative the fandom can get when it comes to designing and curating stories for their ocs.

Selfies! ✨

[part 1]

\•~{Overblot Vil X Yuu}~•/

\•~{Sweet dreams my queen}~•/

I watched silently from a corner as the chaos unfolded before me. Vil, had over blotted after Rook and Kalim had stopped him from poisoning Neige with cursed apple juice and was currently talking, (more like threatening), with Kalim, Rook, Ace, Deuce, Epel, and Grim. He’d already released the poisoned gass and was about to strike when Jamil rescued them on the magic carpet, whisking them all to safty. Well, except me. I still stood there, shirt over my mouth trying to figure out if I should run or not.

“Rrrrrraaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Vil screeched at the top of his lungs. “Those incolent cowardes fools!! They shall not live after seeing me like this!! No one who sees me like this will live!!”

“Yeah….. I should probably go……” I thought, turning around.

“But, I might make an exception for you, Miss Yuu.” Vil's voice deepened as it carried to my ears, making me freeze in my tracks. I turned towards him, locking eyes with him when I came fully around. His dark look gave way to a smirk as he approached me, as I slowly backed up. I wasn’t really good at being all tough when people overblot, the reason why is because no matter what I know I’m completely helpless against them, so I couldn’t help but do what most antagonist x protagonist situations usually do. I back my stupid little ass right into a corner.

“My, my, my! Why so frightened my little potatoe? Have you finally realized my power now that I’m hideous and disformed?” His smile was a sickening evil sweet one as he looked down at the cornered pray, a.k.a. myself, with a unreadable glint in his violet eyes.

“I already knew you were powerful before this. I just didn’t care cause I knew you wouldn’t hurt me then.” I answered, swallowing as fear grew in my chest. How funny that I would one day fear my crush.

“And what about now?” He asked, bending more to my height, placing both hands on either side of my head. The fear in me grew as he did this, taking hold of my heart and making it beat so loud I swore he could hear it.

“I-I don’t- I don’t know.”

“hmhm, you are so cute when your scared.” His voice somehow softened as his cold gold claws ghosted my jaw and neck, finally resting on my shoulders. “It makes me want you more than I did in my weaker form.” My body stiffened as his warm breath kissed the side of my face.

“Vil…”

“Yes my queen?”

“Pl-please, stop. This isn’t you. These are not your thoughts it’s just the blot.” My voice cracked as I sank deeper into the corner. “Please for both are sakes.” My voice cracked again as I looked down to the floor. It hurts, somehow I’d grown feelings for him, and just like always, I kept them to myself because I feared rejection and the fact that he was way out of my league. These words that he spoke, each one drove a nail into my chest, hard sharp and precise with their aim. Nothing, no pain I’d ever felt had felt like this. Sharp and twisting mean and deadly, this was the pain of having the person you love telling you that they liked you when they were drunk, high, or not in their right mind.

“Its just the blot? Are you sure it’s just the blot my queen? Haven’t you ever heard that drunk talk is sober thoughts? Because this concept is the same in blot, blot talk is normal thoughts my dear girl.” He smirked devilishly down at me as his right hand ghosted my neck and jaw again before grabbing my jaw, the cold gold metal sending chills down my spine as he forced me to look up at him. “Do you really believe your own words, my beautiful queen?” He whispered the tips of his claws gently caressing my uper cheek.

My hand gripped the eage of my shirt, tighter and tighter with every word. And I thought Azul had a way with words….. But this!? This was just plain torcher! Abuse even! Well maybe… But can’t he- right he’s in blot……. Uggggg!!! Vil!!!! Just stop messing with my heart! Stop messing with my emotions!!! Please!!! I-I ahhh!!!!!!!

“Yes! Why would you ever call me queen and beautiful! You think I’m nothing but a hick from the sticks! I heard you say that Vil!! I heard you that night talking with Rook about how much of a disgrace I was to Pomefiore for even stepping foot in it! Why - why would you ever call me beautiful?! That’s how I know it’s just the blot you, Barbie doll!!!!” Hot tears streamed from my eyes as my composure broke into pieces. I hate people seeing me cry, but all I could do was cover my face with my hands as I tried to wrangle my feelings back in and thank Rook for getting me waterproof mascara and eyeliner. A minute of silence passed before he spoke again.

“Look at me, Yuu.” Vil's voice was stern and cold as he tugged my jaw upward. His grip tightened on my jaw when I didn’t obey him. “Miss Yuu, lower your hands.” His voice was now laced with frustrated anger, and this time, I obeyed him, lowering my hands to my chest and keeping them there. “Good girl.” He pured, sounding very much pleased with me.

“Vil, please just poison me and go.” I said, all emotion draining from me. He smirked.

“Oh trust me my queen, I will.” His smirk then faded replaced by a frown. “However before that I need you to believe me that I do want you. But it seems that you have convinced yourself that I don’t.” His face contained a unreadable expression. “Thus are the souls who are beautiful but can not believe it. Such a shame in deed.” He let go of my jaw but still looked down on me. “That night if you remember was almost half a year ago, my opinion has changed greatly since then, I have come to know you more, the girl that you are. Beauty is only skin deep for some people, for others, like you, beauty goes all the way to the bone. It’s not just your looks that are beautiful to me, your personality and quirkyness are also high on my list. Those things I was not aware about back then. Just like you weren’t aware of your crush on me.”

My stomach dropped as my eyes stared in horror.

“How did you-“

“Dear, I know by the way you act.” His eyes softened. “But I hope you know I’m not acting when I do this.”

Grabbing my face with both hands, he pulled it into his own, and my lips collided together with his in a kiss that I had never had before. It was so sweet and soft, bitter and hard, it was pure poison to us both, yet like with most poison, neither of us wanted to stop it. We wanted more. He started moving his lips, trying to get more of me than what he already had, and I him. My hands found their way to his hair, his glorious gorgeous gold and amathist colored hair, so smooth and soft to my inexperienced hands, like silk it was to them. My back became flush with the cold stone wall behind me as he tried to pushed himself further into my small frame, the crystals in his armor poking me dangerously near my stomach and liver but I didn’t care. I had his soft poisoned lips on mine. My first kiss. So poisones it made my stomach flip like a gymnast. But why would I care? No one ever cares about the after effects of something so dangerous.

“Vil…..” I couldn’t help saying his name. It was like my body acted on it’s own in that way. Having the feeling of his lips vibrate under mine with just his name, the feeling it gave me was so wonderfully undescribable.

“Yes my princess?” He pulled away, though are noses were only a inch apart. I just stared at him, even in this form he was still the most beautiful person I had ever seen, even though he drove me crazy.

“I love you Vil. The fairest one of them all.” I said looking at him directly in the eye. “Your so beautiful.” He studied me for a moment, his grip tightened on my back and waist as my eyes became droopy.

“I love you to my queen. But for now-,” He paused as my eyes stared to close. “Sleep my dear, when you wake up you will be mine, so rest while you can, I’ll go take care of those insolent cowards.”

“My body, I can’t feel it!” I looked up at him. “Crap! My eyes, the lids are so heavy….. I-I can’t, my mind….. so foggy….. Vil, w-what… h-have you…. Done to……” That’s when Yuu's thoughts stopped, her mind went black, and consciousness faded from her into nothing as the deadly poisoned queen went limp in her Kings arms. Vil carefully held her bridal style as he walked to NRC's dressing room and then laid her gently on one of the couches.

“Sweet dreams, my queen.” He murmured, brushing away some of her locks and kissing her gently on her forehead before leaving for his battle.

✦  · E p e l  F e l m i e r · ✦

☾   Juego:  Twisted Wonderland

۰·ᴱˢᵗᵃ ᵖʳᵒʰᶦᵇᶦᵈᵒ, ᶜᵒᵖᶦᵃʳ ᵉᵈᶦᵗᵃʳ ᵒ ʳᵉˢᵘᵇᶦʳ ᵐᶦˢ ᵉᵈᶦᵗˢ/  ᴵᵗ ᶦˢ ᶠᵒʳᵇᶦᵈᵈᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵉᵈᶦᵗ ᵒʳ ʳᵉ⁻ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ᵉᵈᶦᵗˢ. ·۰

Incorrect Quotes from Crackhead Mc during overblots

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Heartslabyul

Mc @ Riddle’s overblot : Welp the queen has lost her own head! 👑 ❤️🦔

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Savanaclaw

Mc *looking at Leona almost disintegrate Ruggie*: Did he almost Thanos snap him?! 🦁

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Octavianelle

Mc @ Azul’s overblot: That is one mad takoyaki!🐙

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Scarabia

Mc @ Jamil’s overblot: Real Slim Snakey 🐍

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Pomefiore

Mc @ Vil’s overblot: THE FRENCH FRY WAS POISONOUS!?!?! 👑🦚

(Please forgive me I thought this was funny 😅)

It has happened

Vil won my poll so here he is!

story idea for twst !! <3

okay, okay! so, i just found out about, and read, twisted anxiety by @/tiyon (check them out!). which i really love, and it gave me inspiration to start writing again.

i've been thinking about making something for twst for AWHILE now, and i've got it. i want to do a twst x shy reader, especially since i'm extremely shy myself. i don't want the reader to be an introvert, like most do, no, no. (i am kind of basing this off of myself a little, so i'm really sorry if you don't like that kind of thing!-)

anyways though! i want to start. but i also don't know if i should, because how do i know if anyone will even read or like it. so, honestly, this is to see if anyone would be interested in this! even if just one person is just the slightest bit interested, that'd be amazing! :D

Angel MC brainrot!

In this little headcanon (and maybe some actual stories) series that I would like to bring on Our lovely MC (which will be male in most of the stories, but if you would like to read headcanons with a female/gender neutral MC I will do it with pleasure!) has Angel-like wings and healing powers, but wasn’t assigned to any dorm.

So, to not let him alone in the streets (noticing how nervous and scared the boy was), Crowley made him Ramshackle’s prefect

I imagined him to look like this but I would also like to hear what you have imagined him like!

He has to hide his wings constantly, wrapping them around his waist and making them invisible. However if he happens to have an emotional overwhelming moment the spell might quit, so he must be careful with it!

(Picture created with picrew: my doll maker by Karen.@seep_999)

When they found out that Mc has wings (Angel! MC)

Notes:Male!MC x the various dorm leaders

prompt: when the dorm leaders found out that MC has angel-like wings after he’s been injured lightly (TW alert) by their dorm fellows 

Riddle Rosehearts

he went to ramshackle to check on you since the other day a couple of blokes from his dorm mocked you and made you fell to the ground  (the two were collared the second he found out thanks to Ace and Deuce)

The ghosts tried to stop him from going to your room, saying that you weren’t there and other things, but he didin’t care. He wanted to see you, make sure that you were ok 

He opened the door without knocking and saw you

You were shirtless and were stretching your big, white-feathered wings

The second you tuned, hearing the door open, He wide opened his eyes, unbelieving 

it took him a couple of seconds to realize your left wing was injured, and you were medicating it with some raw bandages.

“ R-Riddle look I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier-!” You were scared he was going to leave you alone. Or mock on you. Or hit you.

Riddle stepped closer, a serious yet really worried expression on his face, “firstly, we have to get you medicated by a real doctor, then we will talk!”

In the end He was just really curious of your Wings, he even asked if he could touch them, like a child.

You agreed since the only reaction if someone touches them is a sensation similar to tickling, and how to say no to that little face?

He touched them as gently as he could, complimenting how soft your Feathers were.

a couple of days later one of your feathers naturally fell off, and you brought it to him as a gift

“When an angel gives a human one of his feather”, you said, “it’a symbol of great trust and love!”

he went from white to his color’s hair in 0.001 seconds

“t-Thank you very much, (y\n)! I will protect this at all costs, to show you how much I deserve this!”

Leona Kingscholar

He was napping as always in the School’s greenhouse

When he heard a suffocated scream followed by quick steps. He smelled your scent but...it was somehow strange

he smelled a feather scent...which was really unusual. Did you dress as a bird or something??

He opened one eye, seeing you hiding behind some big plants...he saw a white schield.

He widened his eyes a little, crawling closer to you without being noticed.

“damnit! damnit!” you cursed, taking gently with your hands  the end your wing. A stupid savanaclaw student decided to mock you and give you a push. You fell to the ground, hurting your fragile wing.

the savanaclaw student entered the greenhouse, wanting to apologize to you. He didn’t meant to make you fell.

Instead, he found his dorm leader growling at him

“ and what are you supposed to be doing here, you little Punk?” . the student felt like Leona was about to eat him Alive

he told him everything, clarifying that he wanted to apologize to you: he even took you a little flower from Sam’s!

there were seconds of silence. You shyly lifted your head up from the plant to look at the boy, and were surprised to see Leona. Where did he pop out from?!

Leona fucking ROARED THE SHIT OUT OF THAT STUDENT

“leave before I make all of your parent’s effort useless, ripping your face to shreads”

he ran fasted than bee-beep 

The lion man stepped closer to you. 

leona carried you bridal-style, ignoring your words, making the wings look like a feathered cloak, to your dorm, where he made you sit on your bed and medicated you

“ you could’ve just told me that you were a bird, stupid herbivore”, he smirked, “ I wouldn’t have eat you the same”

you were now a flustered mess as you looked up at him

“ t-thanks Leona... I guess..”

you hugged him out of agitation, englobing both of you with your big wings

the lion man was surprised at first, then smiled and hugged you back, careful to not hurt your wings

“tch, next time call me when someone tries to pick on you, understood, herbivore?”

Azul ashengrotto

He was going back to mostro lounge after his club activites

while going he saw, in a classroom, a couple of his dorm fellows whose were laughing at something...or at someone?

He went there to check and saw you, asleep on your seat, with big feathered wings showing.

The two boys, who didin’t notice him, were mocking the asleep boy, touching his wings and playing with them

Azul was this close to turn them into seagulls

“ and what are you talking about in such a joyful tone, gentlemen?” He asked with a death glare

The two boys were shocked to see their dorm leader there (and as angry as ever) and immediately apologized to him. the one who was looking at your wings left it in hurry, making it fall ho the ground making a horrible noise, for some reasons.

Azul had death and flames of hell in his eyes.

“ you’ll apologize when this little youth is awake. now out of my view, before making your position worse than how much it already is”

the two ran faster than light, already guessing who’s gonna do the bath job at mostro lounge for the month

Azul took you in his arms gently, covering your wings with his coat and bringing you back to your dorm.

When you opened your eyes, remembering how you fell asleep right after classes, you saw Azul sitting at the edge of the bed

When he saw your big eyes, looking at him, he smiled: a lovely,warm smile

“ I see you’re awake, little angel” he giggled, making you remember your wings 

you looked at them in hurry, and saw that the edge of one was bandaged. You looked at Azul, who explained the situation he found you in

you smiled and took a little feather, positioning it on his fedora, smiling and saying “When an angel gives a human one of his feather, it’a symbol of great trust and love!”, you placed your hands on his, which were bigger than yours

he blushed hardly, smiling shyly

“Thank you, my little angel...I promise I won’t make it go to waste”

Kalim Al-Salim

He was just happy going around in his dormitory, doing absolutely nothing as always.

while going around he saw a couple of boys moking his precious friend and crush (y\n)

he was all wet on his knees, one boy was holding a big metal bucket, him and his fellow were laughing 

Kalim coughed loudly to get their attention, looking at them with a frowning face

“ so, what happened here?” he asked as Jamil, who was looking for him stepped forward.

the two looked worried af as they tried to excuse themselves

“ Jamil”, Kalim’s tone was really angry, “excort them. seems like someone wants to do extra-training for the day!”

When the other were gone, Kalim turned to you and widened his eyes in shock: you had two big, white wings covering and englobing your shivering body.

“ oh dear seven! you have wings?! are those wings?! you’re shivering- oh my!”

he took you gently to his room, where he gave you a scarabia uniform for changing.

he noticed his wings tho, took a pair of scissors and cut it in order for your wings to be comfty.

“w-why did you did that!?” you exclaimed.   “because i want you to be comfty with your wings!” he smiled as he gave you it and indicated you the bathroom, where you could change.

after you went out, he looked at you and lightly blushed, saying how beautiful you looked in his dorm’s uniform

“ and the wings..?” you asked looking at him, worried. You didn’t want him to hate you. “don’t you think that I’m too much different...?”

he smiled, stepped closer to you and gently placed his hand on your cheek, with the other hand he lifted your hair from your forehead before pressing his lips on it. Then looked back at your beautiful eyes and exclaimed

“You could be a centaur, a monster from hell, a beast. I would not care at all!”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil was going to your dorm, since Epel told him that two guys from Pomefiore gave you some problems and unwanted comments

the two deliquents were left to rook if you were wondering. 

He asked the ghosts if you were sleeping or something

regardlessy on how they responded, he went straight to your room, knocking at the door

there was no respond tho.

after a couple of minutes, he entered, seeing you in a corner of the room, englobed in a white weird-looking thing..?

it took him a couple of second to understand that those were feathers..that were coming out of your shirtless back.

were you asleep? he couldn’t tell

he kneeled in front of the figure, removing as gently as possible the wings.

you fell asleep after returning in your dorm. you wing was black in the inside, Vil thought for the worse. Did they try to arse you or something!?

he tried to remain calm, gently taking you bridal style and making you lay on your bed. in that moment you opened one eye

“ oh, Vil! why you’re here looking all worr-MY WINGS!” you exlaimed remembering that there wasn’t the spell covering them.

you panicked trying to hide them, but before doing anything Vil blocked you

“ hey, little potato, calm down! I couldn’t care less that you have wings now, you’re injured!”

you looked at your blackened wing, then at Vil. than you started laughing

you explained that yes, you had a little cut, but the wing made its feathers black to cover it, so it wasn’t really a big deal

but for vil it wasn’t a big deal, no, it was a HELL of a deal!

he stayed with you until your wings returned white

he seemed almost protective toward you, if he was before now more than ever.

before he was about to leave, you asked him to dance, since you liked dancing

he smiked a little, pulled you close to him and started dancing.

you were a flustered mess, the ghost even played a classical waltz song

at the end of the music, he kissed your forehead gently, giving you a little smile and caressing your rosy cheek

“ seems like I can’t call you a little potato anymore...what about little bird then? do you like it? in case you don’t, feel free to demand how you would like me to refer to you”

Idia shroud

he found out thanks to his brother

a couple of blokes from Ignihyde tried to mock you, but ortho saw everything and brought you to Idia, so that you could tell him what happened and make the two have a terrible day.

Idia freaked out  when he saw your injured wings yes...but out of curiosity

he asked some questions while medicating you, and you decided to tell him about your family, an aristocratic-like angel dynasty, well-known for their love for luxury. They had many eyes and hands all over the world, and their greatest flex were their pearl-like feathers. you weren’t different for them. but you hated how  they didin’t care at all for humans. a demon you knew was way more interested in Humans’s well-being than them, and they were angels!

Idia listened to you, and at the end of the story he timidly asked you if you would’ve liked if he could talk to you about videogames or anime.

he felt closer to your story. a complicated family was no new to him, so he wanted to cheer you up a bit and distract you from your pain. even if only a little...he was ready to try!

you were excited at the idea, so you sat next to him on his bed, listening to him talking for hours

you completely forgot the wing pain

in the meanwhile, you even hugged him, cuddled close to him and used your wings for embracing him

Idia was now a flustered mess as he gently caressed your hair and a little your wings

“ Y-you look like you...emh...fell from heaven? I guess?”

Malleus Draconia

he was walking near your dorm at night. nothing special

He heard a shout, it came from your room

He dashed in the dorm, ignoring the ghost, and opened the door

he saw you kneeled to the ground, with a little of blood dripping from what it seemed like a white-feathered wing

he went closer to you, gently taking you by your shoulder and making you red against his shoulder, making you seat on his knee. You looked tired

“ what happened little child of man?! who dared do this?!” he asked, fury in his voice

it made you feel scared, you covered your face in embarassment

“a couple of boys from..Diasomnia I think...They noticed my spell for hiding my wings and started ordering me to show them what I hid. When I refused the started hit me, making me loose a couple of feathers...”

Malleus knew how hurtful it was loosing a feather not naturally. It was one of the most painful thing for non-humans..and angels, he supposed.

he embraced you in his arms, gently holding you and using a healing spell to make your wing heal

“ don’t worry, child of divine, for I will confront them personally!” he said, am little of anger and worry in his voice

he caressed you cheek, removing a tear you shed from pain

he demanded you to describe the two authors of such cruelty, as he held you as he was holding a baby

once you finished, he made you lay on your bed, made sure that you were comfortable, then sitting right aside you and starting to sing you a lullaby, like Lilia used to do

he wanted his little child of man (or divine now) to feel safe and sound

white falling asleep, you took his hand in yours, placing it on your cheek. You felt indeed safe with Malleus by your side.

the following day, you found out that the two boys were punkished by malleus himself, and Lilia said that he seemed really angry

but when you met him in the corridors, he smiled at you, acting even more protective and happy than usual with you.

you gave him a feather that fell this morning.

he smiled, knowing what that meant to and angel, and embraced you

“ fear not my little child of Man, for I will always be by your side in the darkest moments, and in most joyful too if you would like me to”

hope you enjoyed! :D

Rook Hunt triggers my fight or flight response

What time is it?

Jack: Epel, do you know what time it is? Epel: wait a moment *takes a trumpet and starts playing it*

Vil: WHO THE FUCK STARTED PLAYING THE TRUMPET AT 4 AM!?Epel: It's 4am

Vil became bored and decided to get Pomefiore and some other students to recreate movie posters with him 😌💅✨

But for real tho, thank you @i-exist2spite-god for suggesting me to edit the Mean Girls poster, I kept that promise for you fam.

And I hope you don’t mind me adding a few more extras! I couldn’t help myself since I love me some classic teen movies 😳👉👈

I’m extremely proud with how my Enchanted wedding gown sprite came out, it looks so amazing 😭🙏

So for that, I made more of these but with Giselle’s iconic pink dress, along with Edward’s outfit as a bonus!

Matching outfits for you and your favorite TWST boy, you’re welcome–

Samples:

Inspiration:

Once again, the blank sprites are free to use but please remember to credit me :)

Part 1 can be found here 🌸

Alright guys, I’m back from my art break! With this, I’ve made more sprite outfits since my Enchanted ones came out so well.

However, I decided to do another underrated movie, Anastasia. The dresses in that film are absolutely beautiful so I hope you like my take on them!

And a random fun fact: Vil’s voice actor plays Dimitri in the musical 😁⭐️✨

Samples:

Inspiration:

The two blank sprites on top are free to use! If you want to use them, please remember to credit me and thank you :)

POV: You’re simping for them and they simp for you back 😳

One more set left and all of this will be over soon–

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Seeing @k-looking-glass-house’s edits inspired me to make my own again! I recreated a Barbie dress I made a year ago and I hope you guys like it 💙

Here’s Epel wearing the Swan Lake outfit as a sample. There are separate blank sprites under the cut if y’all want to use it.

Just remember to credit me, please and thank you :)