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how to grow the fuck up

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what if?

I just know they'd get along in childhood. Voices in my head told me that.

Oasis Maker V.S. The King's Roar.

I am impressed how Leona and Kalim are polar opposites in everything, even in signature spells. Like life and death. As Oasis Maker brings life with its water to the lifeless sands, so King's Roar takes the life away from any being it touches by turning it into the sand.

Anyway - besties. Though I believe Jamil would still try to avoid Leona because of his noble birth.

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Kanata x Sunchi (oc)

#art #drawing #artists on tumblr #oc #ensemble stars #kanata shinkai #enstars fanart #ensemble stars fanart #oc x canon #oc x character

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hiiiii ive been brainrotting abt sunday and his triple face god thing abababah thinking abt him handcuffing reader and interrogating them with the truth thing he does to aventurine ARGHH omg questioning abt who they were with cos hes jealousssss AUGH you dont have to write anything off of this i just hope this inspires you ily

oh you have read my MIND. I’m currently in the middle of writing a fic with dr ratio interrogating reader like he did with mx. stellaron…but now imagining that with sunday?? wow.

i’m totally normal about this man. i swear.

Yan!Sunday x Gn!Reader

Fingers drum on the table, the only break in the suffocating silence engulfing the room.

“I’ll ask you one. Last. Time.” Sunday punctuates each word with another tap of his finger, and you gasp as you feel the Harmony sink its influence another inch further into your skull.

Despite the futility, despite knowing you’ve been trying the same thing over and over again for the past half an hour, you pull at your restraints. The metal chain of the handcuffs skitters along the table, the sound like nails on a chalkboard, but it does not budge from its steel attachment. You’re firmly and inescapably chained to the table in Sunday’s office, with said perpetrator sitting opposite.

He appears calm, but you’ve learned to notice the slight twitch of his eye, the falter in his normal smirk. His patience is one wrong answer away from shattering.

At your silence, he leans back in his chair, shaking his head. His golden gaze is chastising, almost disappointed. “Angel, you know I don’t want to hurt you. Just tell me who you were with.”

You only glare at him in response. Bullshit. You’ve lost count of the amount of times he’s forced truths out of you or affections upon you through the Harmony. The psychedelic pest in your brain is almost the norm by now, a poison he has slowly been feeding you.

Oh, Triple Faced-Soul, please sear their tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that they will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows.

Those words are branded into the flesh of your brain, your soul. And tonight, if you tell him what he wants, even more blood will be spilled.

Sunday’s jealously is as calculating as he is. It’s a knife poised at the right angle to spear you, to pin you with accusations that you can’t talk your way out of.

Like in this instance, where he has deluded himself into thinking you are trying to leave him. He’s finally let you out of Dewlight Pavilion (you’ve learned that trying to escape the dreamscape is pointless, so you’ll take your freedoms when you can), and this is the first reaction you’re met with? Being dragged to his office as soon as you returned and invaded, prodded, and violated by the Harmony?

The pressure around your temples tightens another fraction, and you cannot stop the pained cry that escapes you. Rainbow streaks cloud your vision and practically pull the words from your mouth. “I was with friends! We were at the Dreamjolt Hosterly for a couple drinks, that’s it!”

Sunday merely hums as he stands and pads towards you, taking a position at your back. You’re unable to turn around to face him, but you can feel the weight of his presence, the promise of his power, as he wraps a hand around the back of your neck.

His breath tickles the shell of your ear as he leans in and whispers, “Liar.”

One word chills your blood to ice. “I’m not!”

The grip around your neck tightens in tandem with the pressure in your head. “Do you really think you can evade me, (Y/n)? My gales are perched in every region of Penacony, and THEY are by my side. THEY see all, hear all, know all.”

As if on cue, the Harmony rips through your consciousness, and it takes all your willpower not to pass out. Exhausted, you involuntarily lean back into Sunday’s hand, which seems to please him. “Now, tell me the name of the man who dared to touch what is mine.”

Clenching your eyes shut, you shake your head. You’re out of breath and stumbling along your words. “He was just being friendly, and he was drunk, we all were, and all he did was kiss my cheek; it was a dare, and I swear to you, Sunday, we’re just friends—”

“(Y/n),” Sunday interrupts. “His name.”

The finality in the Family head’s words sends your heart plummeting. You feel your resolve slip as the Harmony tightens its grip and goes in for the kill. You speak the name aloud, barely a whisper, and know that you’ve just delivered the man’s fate.

In your half-conscious state, you barely register Sunday removing your cuffs and scooping you into his arms. He tucks you into his chest bridal-style, his wings fluttering across your face. “You did well, my angel.”

“Please,” you breathe, your voice wobbly with tears, even as you feel the Harmony retreat from your senses—for now. “Don’t hurt him.”

Sunday merely leans his head down to place a kiss along your temple. “Enough of that,” he scolds. “The only man you should be thinking about is me. After all, it is an angel’s duty to obey their god without question.”

And Sunday is, if anything, a vengeful god.

For that night was the last that you ever saw your friend. Death in dreams was your only reality.

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alkakurei event yippeeeee!!!!

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Okay look, I know people are gonna characterize Aventurine as the kind of yandere that manipulates everything behind the scenes and is always coming up with ways to try and make his darling unable to rely on anyone but him. But honestly? I can see him as the desperate needy type who needs to have your attention on him, he NEEDS to be the only man you'll ever want and look at, and GOD, he just desperately needs you to own him in his entirety.

He'll do anything to keep your attention on him and make sure that you at least will keep him around long enough for him to enact his plans of keeping you by his side. You want a dog who does whatever you say and will crawl on hands and knees for your amusement? You want a pretty little toy that you can break over and over? You want him to take the lead and make you unable to think or walk anymore? He'll do it, he'll do whatever you want, he'll do anything to keep your attention on him until he can make you his.

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Pose ref (Inspired?)from kohaku's sake of love spp

#art #drawing #artists on tumblr #oc #ensemble stars #kohaku oukawa #hiiro amagi #enstars fanart #enstars

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#art #drawing #artists on tumblr #ensemble stars #rinne amagi #hiiro amagi

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#art #drawing #artists on tumblr #ensemble stars #enstars fanart #shinobu sengoku

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by saying something stupid, like “i love you”.

twisted wonderland ౨ৎ vil schoenheit. 1.5k words.

warnings : reader has some insecure moments ( as we all would with vil ). happy ( late ) birthday vil ! ♡

there was always an overwhelming sense of pride you felt as a friend of the vil schoenheit — not just as a personal label, but given to you by the man himself. with such title, you got the behind scenes of all he’d share; movies, shows, modelling, anything and everything vil did, you most likely knew about. even if he couldn’t tell you in person, he’d call you, or shoot you a text – sometimes nothing more than a few words telling you to be ready with face masks, or a simple picture of him on set in a beautiful gown or fitted suit. you’d be lying if you didn’t feel a little special when you thought about who vil was to the public.

though he meant much more to you than his image. if he thought of you as a friend, you thought of him as your best friend — always giving advice that saved your ass more times than possible to count, letting you in on all the best fashion and beauty tips that nobody except vil probably knew, he was everything someone dreamed of having by their side. as a friend. which, was enough for you — you had to think that, to convince yourself that your absolutely beautiful friend with a face sculpted by gods, and hair that flowed and was as precious as ichor, there was no room for romance when it came to him. it made you embarrassed to even entertain the idea, that vil schoenheit could like you back — when you’re that perfect you’re able to have anyone.

but, with such perfection comes problems — the biggest one for you right now being what the hell you should gift him for his birthday. vil had everything he could need, custom-made skincare, perfectly tailored clothing, madol galore, you couldn’t offer much except your best of wishes, all the products needed to blend his smoothies, and the entire night reserved for him, if he wished to take it. you only hoped it was enough along with your little surprise with streamers.

and, to your delight, vil seems happy with your little display – of course careful to not get any strands in his hair and mess it up – and gives you a smile, patting your head as he treats you to a compliment. “i expected something like this, but it was still lovely nonetheless.” with how many people have been coming up to him, and definitely messaging him, vil’s probably been through it all today — every kind of birthday wish and greeting, it was only right for him to think of what you might be planning. and though it may have disappointed you a bit to not surprise him, you let his compliment go to your heart, and returned that fond smile that made your face go hot. i’m glad you liked it.

feeding you with even more happiness, vil tells you how he’d freed up the day to celebrate, and looks at you expectedly, practically forcing your little offer out of you — which pulls a dramatic sigh from him, complaining of how he needs nothing more than to relax with you, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he leads you through the pomefiore dormitory. once again, you’re feeling special — while everybody waits to see if he’ll allow a birthday party to be thrown for him, and to be graced by his presence, you get to be by his side and have a private and personal celebration with vil.

he seems to have already expected this to happen, as the second you reach his bedroom, there’s pairs of pajamas awaiting the two of you on his bed and the face scrubs with your usual spa headbands sitting on his vanity. it makes you smile as he excuses you to the restroom, placing your pair in your hands and telling you to not keep him waiting — he’s the birthday boy after all. and your smile turns into soft laughter, even when he allows you to go first, he still rushes you. you wonder if anyone else has ever seen this side of him. if anyone has ever had this kind of friendship with him. it’s selfish, but you hope you’re the only he’s trusted like this, but maybe that’s simply because of the racing of your heart you get whenever he treats you so kindly — you know other’s like him too, but if anybody else were to know vil like this, they’d fall in love too. especially as pathetically as you have.

you’re shaken from these pestering thoughts at vil’s knock, asking if everything’s alright — and you’re glad he can’t see you with how hot your face burns from embarrassment. you give a very reassuring ‘mhm!’, and rush the clothes on and throw your former in a bin that he’d gotten just for when you come over. you’re sure you look a little messy with the tut vil gives, smoothing over your arms as he tells you he’ll be quick, and to get everything ready like usual. even being his friend, his beauty was intimidating, as was the way affection seemed to come naturally to him — mainly, you’d guessed, from his caring nature (even if it wasn’t a nature that wasn’t easily made out). his soft face and calming touches put you in a constant state of relaxation around him, though your overwhelming crush made you tense at even the slightest action your heart deemed as romantic, even if your brain argued it was friendly fondness.

you tell him he looks lovely when he steps out (you’ve learned to say something other than ‘nice’) — a satin slip accompanied by a short robe, and you guess it’s a set with how similar they look. vil smiles at you again, and you wonder how many times he’s done that today – more than usual, you think, and it makes you warm and giddy. never could you get enough of that expression, even if it’s greedy (though he’d scold you if you said that). his hands are soft as ever, smooth skin and slim fingers with perfectly filed nails applying the mask to your face, you feel sad to close your eyes and miss him, but you let vil work his magic — and afterwards, it’s your turn. you feel nervous, something you have felt rarely when doing things like this for him, and your heartbeat fills your ears as you compare how awful your hands must feel in comparison to his. really, you should moisturize more often like he’s told you to. yet, your worries are quelled when he opens his mouth, “your hands feel nice.” maybe vil is a mind reader, or maybe your fingers are shaking as they rub over his pretty features.

more and more time passes, until the sun fades into the distance, and allows the moon to take it’s reign. your skin feels blessed by an angel (which, in a way, it has been), and your mouth and stomach feel delighted from his smoothie blends. again, vil slides his arm over your shoulder, lightly nudging you to follow along with him and go to the balcony. even if it’s colder, and your nightwear isn’t the best for such conditions, you happily trail after him when he’s moved his arm back to his side — there’s just something about vil that makes you want to follow. maybe it’s to watch and admire him, like rook does, or maybe it’s to have the chance to be something in his life. something more than what you are.

there’s twinkling in his eyes as he stares on, his beautiful hand holding his beautiful face, and you feel jealous of it. the night sky is lucky to have such a perfect man admiring it — and you are also lucky, to be able to stare and adore your own star. and it feels oddly similar, both something you will never be close to, but you will always see it — vil is far above you in every regard, and you wonder why he’d chosen you to be such a good friend of his when he undoubtedly had a million options of those who’d die to just be within his proximity.

your mouth seems to move on its own, a few stray tears accompanying your words as you slip out how you love him. just a little whisper — but it’s loud enough to reach his ears, and he whips his head around so fast you can’t believe he’d make such a movement. “do you mean that?” his voice is accusatory, but questioning, and you almost feel like letting yourself go to cry. he’s going to let you down gently, you know that, and you hope he doesn’t let you go completely — but you still nod knowing that’s a possibility.

he sighs, shaking his head with a small chuckle, and it feels like your heart is going to shatter. how much of an idiot you were to think-- “Sevens. you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to hear you finally say that.”

--that vil schoenheit didn’t love you just as much.

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Idk why I did this to myself :) The bg is basically traced from the game

#art #drawing #artists on tumblr #oc #twst mc #twst oc #disney twst #yuusona #twst ace #ace trappola #twst deuce #deuce spade #twst grim

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Fun fact for the day, that u may or may not already know,

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I've seen Dandei falls in love with that albino girl (sorry, forgot her name), and I really ship them. Does she fall in love with him too?

Maybe someday!

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parents day shenanigans

ep 1: trey’s mom tries playing match maker

it being parents weekend at nrc and you’re helping your friends / the staff in preparing and you noticed several different parents just… staring at you. they’re not discreet either😭

you see some students fighting their parents- like physically fighting them as they’re pushing their son in your direction 😭 you catch one of the students gaze, and smile at them, sending them a polite wave as you make your exit.

this doesn’t stop though.

the more time that goes by and the busier you get, the more families filter in. the more younger siblings of your peers seem to scream your name before a quick slap to their mouth keeps them quiet.

you’ve told grim about this and all he says is that he should start paying them to take pictures with you AND grin the great. you chuckle as you kneel to the ground. opening a small duffel bag crowley armed you with, you start mixing around for a bottle of water.

why’d crowley have to pick the hottest day of the season for family day. curses.

“you’re y/n, right?” suddenly a shadow blocked the beating sun from your crouched form. the voice, for once, was feminine, it was soft and flowy. clearing your throat, you began to turn around “yes, that’s me” looking up at the rather petite woman, you noted her kind smile and rosy cheeks.

though there was a bit of… something in her golden gaze that you couldn’t quite place. it reminded you of a hawk, yet it didn’t have the same intensity as the bird of prey’s. slightly guarded of the mystery woman, you began to stand, dusting off the dirt on your uniform pants.

“grim you mind getting me a bottle of water from the duffel” “uh, yeah i do mind” he huffed, turning his nose up. but you didn’t play into his antics this time, just softly thanking him as you turned to face the woman.

and just as you thought, in a few seconds you heard grumbling and rustling as the monster looked through the duffel.

“i’m sorry, it was rude of me to not introduce myself- i’m trey’s mom, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” sticking her hand out, you stared at it for a second, flickering your gaze to her smiling eyes before you hesitantly focused on shaking her hand.

“it’s really nice to meet you mrs.clover” she laughed, flicking her hand as if you told her a joke.

“please, just call me alice! with how much my son talks about you it feels like we’re already friends!” she smiled behind her hand. her eyes never leaving yours as she watched your jaw open in shock.

“he- he talks about me?”

like vil schonheit, she gasped in surprise, her hands flying to her mouth as if she just realized she ratted on her son. “oops! silly me, i shouldn’t have told you that! please don’t tell try what i told you the next time you see him, okay?”

about to swear your silence, her hands lowered as her lip quirked up “or do, he’s adorable when he’s flustered” and just like that the smirk was gone and her sweet persona took over.

“o- okay” you gulped due to the lost of words you seem to find yourself at. what the hell was happening??? it hasn’t even been five minutes and this woman has made you go through the 3 of the however amount of stages of grief already.

“here” a cute, raspy voice said from behind you. feeling a small few tugs on your pant sleeve, you accept the water bottle from grim, immediately chugging it to combat the new heat you found yourself in.

“oh what an adorable cat you have there, i’ve heard all about ‘grim the great’ as well” she leaned down to pet his head. normally- normally grim would snap his teeth at an unwelcome touch… and yet- grim seemed to welcome it no, enjoy it was his ever so famous grin exposed more teeth than you’ve ever seen.

“nya-ah!! see! i told you everyone loves grim the great!” picking up the boasting cat, you could only roll your eyes as you adjusted him in your grip.

“geez grim, go to town on the tuna last night? i swear you weren’t this heavy yesterday” you groaned, trying to fix him with your knee.

huffing, grim crossed his arms and refused to look at you or acknowledge your struggling. “hmph! a henchman should always be able to carry their master! you’re just weak!!” “am not”

“allow me to try” a voice interjected.

you wanted to smack yourself in the face for forgetting someone- let alone trey’s mother was here and a witness to your usual shenanigans with your partner in crime.

“are you sure?” you look at his squishy tummy as you offer her a coy smile“he’s quite heavy”

“pshh- nonsense! i’m a baker! we’re used to carrying all sorts of things. we’re quite strong so to say.” she takes him from your grasp easily. and with the same easiness, she put him in a comfortable baby position where his legs were around his waist, arms around her neck, and his neck over her shoulder.

“there! easy peasy lemon squeezy!” you could hear from sigh in content, his forked tailed swooshing happily.

“remind me not to get in an arm wrestling match with you anytime soon” you mused, looking around nervously as the woman wouldn’t stop staring at you.

laughing softly, she shook her head “it’s not me you should be worried about-“

“mom?!”

kill me now. kill me now. kill me now.

“speak of the devil and he shall come! trey baby how are you! i thought you were with your father and your younger siblings”

trey made his way up to your little group from behind you, stopping only when he turned the line into a triangle.

“y-y/n! i’m sorry if my mom said anything weird”

waving him with a woobly smile, you jerked your head towards his mom. “she’s actually been a great help with keeping this one outta my hair” trey looked at the furry sack in his mother’s arms and only sighed.

“mom-“

“now now trey, let the ladies talk in peace okay!”

you swore you could see a grey hair manifesting as he sighed. “mom y/n is super busy and has to get back to work, let me introduce you to my science club teacher okay?”

quick and straight to the point, trey clover as usual had an agenda and that was to get his mom away from you before she said anything too revealing.

huffing, the woman pet grim once more before giving him over to you. but before that, she made sure to fix the cat monster’s position to where he was resting on your hip. with a proud smile she stepped back and looked at the two of you.

“look at you!! a natural!” she clapped, eyeing her son next to you for a moment before she bid you farewell. (not without a few comments herself )

there was a beat of silence before he sighed again. rubbing the nape of his neck he adverted his eyes bashfully. “i’m sorry about her, she’s a bit…”

“bubbly?”

“ambitious, that too- but definitely ambitious. she’s head of marketing for our family bakery for a reason”

“no shit” you gapped, watching the short haired woman vanish in the crowd. still nodding, albeit awkwardly this time, you adjusted your grip on the heavy cat. “he’s like a fat toddler” you joked, wanting a small chuckle from your senior.

“yeah… you’re definitely right about that”

“trey! honey! i forgot to give your friend her treat!”

like a panther, she jumped out from the sea of swarming families with a purpose.

“oh my sevens ” he breathed, rubbing his creasing brows. smiling up at him, you made a comment about it just being a treat.

“because of my son’s dorm” she started once she was within ear shot “i wanted to make his friends a little something something”

“now i see where you get your baking prowess from” you elbowed him, but he was too busy keeping his flushed face in the palm of his hands to respond.

“here you go~” she cooed “it’s a chocolate lollipop! in the shape of a heart! cute right! trey made it himself!”

“that’s cause i thought they were for an-“

ignoring her son, she started explaining the wrapped sweet to you. “oh yeah it’s definitely one of his best works!”

“really?” you mused, looking up at him “even better than your tiramisu?” he shrugged, still ostrich-info in his pile of sand (his hands).

“even better~ now c’mon trey! we have to find maddie, she’s wondered off again”

“again?” his head popped out as his glasses were a bit crooked, being a friendly neighbor, you did the only natural thing.

“uh trey” you pointed at your own face once you made eye contact “your glasses are a bit crooked”

cursing silently, he fixed him with a quick thank you before he rushed off in whatever direction his mom had come from.

and finally, with a big thumbs up and a toothy, shiny smile, she left to follow her son.

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I love your unhinged energy of your comics it's just *chef's kiss"

I wanna ask how you rig your chibi characters if you use a program or an app ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

thanks! 💚💜💚

I use Spine (professional version)! I'm pretty sure it's the same program the Twst devs use for the chibis; I decided to try reverse-engineering 'em basically because my license was just sitting around gathering dust, and I thought it'd be fun practice (this was before I tried to rig Meleanor's cape). it is an industry-standard program and, unfortunately, is priced accordingly, so it's a bit expensive if you're not planning on using it professionally -- there is a free trial, though I think you can't save/export anything in it? BUT it is truly excellent and can do a ton of super cool stuff, plus is genuinely just fun to mess around in, so I 10000% recommend it to anyone who is serious about getting into 2D rigging!

behold...the BONES...Najma and her billion discrete tassels...don't pay attention to all the extra bones from my desperate attempts to control Meleanor's meshes

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i feel like idia might have a rotom

ooh and if I may expand on this: Idia HAD a Rotom, and then he built himself a brother around it. Rotom (Ortho form).

I'm counting Rotom as Ortho's pokemon, so I'm also giving Idia a Porygon-Z (shiny, because ~color coordinating~) and a very lonely Minun.

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bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word

I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.

(I'm sorry)