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makeitquietly · 1 year
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Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy, 1939
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ranpd · 7 months
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spring break anthem
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iconuk01 · 5 months
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Oliver Hardy sings, and Stan Laurel dances to, "Shine on Harvest Moon" from 1939's "Flying Deuces"
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fandoms-my-fandoms · 10 months
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Okay guys, who was gonna fill me in on the fact that Frankie and Cleo are dating now?!
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dianethepisceswitch · 11 months
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🐣Happy Birthday Potato #2🐣
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“My dream…? Someday I want to become a powerful mage. That’s why I’ve got to study my hardest now.”
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werewolffem · 2 years
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i am so upset at this monster high movie like first of all how dare???
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mafuyuwrites · 1 year
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Flying colors ! ( not really )
- recently watched flying colors and wanted to write this
- my thumb is bandaged so my typing is weird
- short ig ?
ft. deuce spade with a sayaka ! reader ( 2nd pov )
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- literal twins fr fr !!
- like you guys were once rebels who hope to turn a new page except you actually did it and deuce is only hoping he can
- you guys also both had a blonde era ?!?!?
- you would help him study by using the tools your cram teacher would use
- how about... a rose has to be painted for every wrong question ? you don't know, you're not 'him' after all !
- he would probably go on walks with you and during those walks you guys discuss about classes and such
- honestly sayaka and deuce are very similar cause see they both had blonde hair at some point, saw their mom cry about / related to their studies (due to that they start changing), and that's from the top of my head. it's just sayaka did it while deuce is still in the progress of that
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armybratz123 · 1 year
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My Flying Tutor.... Oh Boy
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Image Is Not Mine, credit goes to artist. Nor do I own Twisted Wonderland. The only thing that I own is Lucy.
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Lucy Caddel is a magicless student of Night Raven College. That has always been a well known fact on campus.
As well as the destruction and mischief her other half, Grim, tends to get into, how she helped snapped Riddle out of his overblot and has thus, somehow, befriended the entire dorm of Heartslabyul, prefect of the abandoned and haunted dorm known as Ramshackle, and still manages to study and do well in class while simultaneously helping Grim and her first year friends to study as well.
Except for PE.
Or more specifically the flying lessons in PE.
Lucy can handle ghosts living in her haunted run down dorm (which she is still trying to fix and make it livable), a monster from the mines, a house warden with a temper who overblotted, and a flighty headmaster that rarely tends to Lucy's basic necessary needs except for when he needs her and Grim (usually just) to do his unwanted work, like paperwork.
Yet, she can't handle a single flying broomstick.
Ugh, it would be more embarrassing if Coach Vargas wasn't basically running Lucy through the ringer until she'd be able to fly two feet off the ground without suddenly losing control and crashing into some random bush that'd appear out of no where.
It's been two weeks, and everyone is practically flying circles around Lucy, while she was still trying to keep control of the broom at a hover. Ace unable to help himself, always teases her after every lesson, while Deuce would try to reassure her and encourage Lucy to keep on trying. Saying she'd get the hang of it, only for Ace to get snarky, then the two would fall into their usual bickering/fighting, Grim joining in not too long later.
Lucy sighs as she stares at the magical broom she held in her hand.
This is ridiculous.
Apparently, Coach Vargas couldn't wait and help Lucy any longer, needing to move the lessons along and teach everyone else more advanced flying. Mostly speed, sounds like they're gonna be a lot of races in future lessons.
But right here, right now, after school, Lucy stood dressed in her PE uniform, waiting for some third year that Vargas had assigned to teach her for extra credit.
Lucy honestly felt bad for the dude. She'll never admit it out loud or to anyone else, but for some reason, the moment she mounts the broom and her feet leaves the ground, Lucy is a mess. Her body can attest to that with all the bruises it now sports thanks to her many many crash landings.
"Bonjour~! Hope I didn't keep you waiting for long!", exclaims a smooth and slightly accented voice.
Lucy turns to see another student, the third year assigned to tutor her obviously, approaching from behind. He is tall, with a noticeable (to her) strong and lithe body under his own PE uniform, which showed he is a Pomefiore student. He has pale features, sharp eagle-like forest green eyes, blonde hair that is longer than most, for it is currently pulled back in a small pony tail, and he is wearing a black a white camouflage cap on his head.
It took some more self control than usual for Lucy to stop the instinct to punch the student in the face. After living the life she had back in her world, Lucy is always aware of her surroundings, always making note of what's around her, who's around her, and any type of exits around her. So having some student seemingly appear out of nowhere without Lucy noticing and approaching her with near silent footsteps, Lucy's first and natural reaction is to hit and run.
Which usually entails punching someone in the nose, breaking said nose, and running off while said dangerous person is stunned.
Of course, here in Twisted Wonderland, on a school campus, with another fellow student, a senior in that matter, is unacceptable. Who knows what Crowely would do as punishment. Lucy wouldn't put it past him to lower her already dangerously budget.
It's a miracle Lucy manages to feed Grim the fancy tuna he really likes, not mention to feed herself as well.
"Ah, apologies for startling you Mademoiselle. My name is Rook Hunt, and I shall be assisting you in your skill to fly.", the student, Rook, sent Lucy a closed-eye smile.
Lucy couldn't help but laugh uneasily, her skin practically crawling at the way Rook's eyes glinted as he closely stared at her.
"I'm Lucy Caddel.", Lucy introduced herself politely, hiding her uneasiness with practiced ease, "I don't know what Coach Vargas told you, but I have no skill in flying. Practically lose control the minute I'm off the ground. I'd be lucky enough to hover for a couple of minutes."
"Oui, I heard. It wasn't as bleak of a description though." Rook' nodded.
Suddenly his eyes glittered and held up his own broomstick, a smirk slowly appearing on his lips. It was all Lucy could do to not outwardly showcase the dread that has quickly filled up her entire being from Rook's look alone.
She felt almost as she were about to be hunted.
Lucy has no idea how close to the truth she is.
"Then let's get started, non?"
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Apparently, Rook can work miracles.
At first, Rook was pretty reasonable too. He was slow and gentle in his corrections, tips, and advice as he guided Lucy on to the broom.
Within the hour, Lucy was able to hover a couple of inches of the ground without losing control. Another hour, Lucy was able to carefully glide across the field with a nervous, but giddy laugh.
Then by the fourth hour.... well, any witnesses would only describe it as a chaotic hunt, despite their being no property damage of any kind.
For practically the moment Lucy was able to comfortably fly on her broom at a reasonable speed, Rook was right on top of her, causing the brunette to crash into her, now, familiar friend bush.
"What was that!", Lucy shouts up at Rook who remained flying above her on his broom.
Rook just smiles serenely, "Our next lesson."
Lucy can't remember ever going off on her adrenaline for as long as she did. Even when she was running from those people once upon a time. For every time Lucy even sat on her broom and began flying, Rook was already after her.
This went on for a good week or two, Lucy always returning home to Ramshackle with a sore and bruised body, along with the occasional scratch thanks to her good friend bush.
But, begrudgingly, despite intensity, the method is working.
Everyday, Lucy gets faster and faster on her broom, flying higher and higher with each new chase, her control becoming near perfection as time pass, and Lucy even began performing tricks and other reckless stunts in a desperate attempts to try and get away from Rook.
Sometimes they work if she's trying to get away, usually they don't.
No matter what. No matter what she does or how hard she tries, Lucy just can't catch Rook off guard so she can she get away from him.
It truly is a case of predator and prey. Lucy, as the prey, just seems doomed to be constantly caught. With that, the magicless student is beginning to become frustrated.
What the hell does he want with her?
Lucy just can't figure out what Rook is trying to do. She has already improved in her flying by leaps and bounds thanks to Rook, so why is this continuing?
It's out of Vargas's hands, the Physical Education teacher has made it very clear that Rook is in charge of deciding how long he and Lucy will continue their tutoring sessions together.
And as far as Lucy is aware, that's not gonna happen any time soon.
So here Lucy finds herself, alone in the school's courtyard, collapsing down on one of the courtyard's benches with a huff. Her body achy and sore, since she just finished another one of her hellish tortur- cough- sorry, tutoring sessions.
"What's got you so down in the dumps?", asked a crystal clear voice.
Lucy turns to see Vil standing behind her, hands on his hips, and perfectly plucked eyebrow raised in questioning. Amethyst eyes flickering over Lucy's bruised and rumpled form with clear distaste.
"Frustration.", Lucy groans, almost giving in to the urge to slouch, but knowing she'd get an earful from Pomefiore's Housewarden otherwise.
"Ah.", Vil nods, "Your referring to those tutoring lessons I assume."
With picture perfect grace, Vil sits down next to the exhausted Prefect. Somehow making sitting on a bench look like a queen sitting upon her throne.
If anything, Lucy can't discard the many many praises Rook practically sings in Vil's name. For many of those praises, at least those that Lucy can decipher and understand, are very much true.
But Lucy didn't think Vil would even be aware of Lucy's lessons with Rook. And her expression, no matter how minuscule, showed it. At least it showed it to Vil, others would believe it to be neutral.
"There is very little that Rook and I don't know of each other Lucy.", Vil states in answer to Lucy's silent question.
"You two are pretty close, huh?", Lucy states, not asks, with a sigh.
For a moment, the two didn't exchange another word, just sitting and basking in the silence around them.
"I won't lie.", Vil began after another beat or two, "With a lifestyle such as mine, there's not many opportunities to get close with people who are true with their intentions. Rook, was actually the first. Against all odds, and, as Rook, went above and beyond what was expected of him. We shared respect before we shared friendship and..."
Vil trailed off for a moment. But it was clear he didn't want to finish that sentence, whether it was out of unease or another reason, it wasn't any of Lucy's business.
"So then, do you have any ideas what Rook can be looking for?", Lucy asked, "At this point, I'm ahead of my class when it comes to flying, maybe even a little ahead of the second years as well concerning certain aspects. But Rook is determined to continue, and no matter how hard I try, I can't get away."
Vil tilts his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. Eyes calculating as the other Prefect seemed to be thinking through possible motives and ways for Lucy to succed.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, a smirk forming on his lips as he chuckled.
"Of course.", Vil huffed in amusement.
"What's so funny?", Lucy asked, her bangs hiding how her eyes narrowed suspiciously, yet how her lips fell into a hard line hinted towards her true feelings.
"Just Rook. I assure you, I'm not mocking you.", Vil sincerely reassured the Ramshackle Housewarden.
Maybe not mocking, but Lucy has a feeling that Vil is definitely judging her.
"You are already aware of this, but Rook is a Huntsman. He enjoys the thrill of the chase, the rush of adrenaline in his veins.", Vil explains, "And through these lessons, you have become his quarry."
Not surprised, but this still doesn't help Lucy achieve what ever Rook expects her to achieve.
"I... still don't understand.", Lucy stated slowly.
Vil sighs, "What have you two been doing thus far in your lessons?"
"I thought you already you knew what was going on already?", Lucy looked over at Vil with a small sly smirk.
"No matter what the other students at RSA say, you really do belong at this school."Vil couldn't help the amused sigh that left his lips as he shook his head, "Just answer the question."
Now it's Lucy's turn to sigh before she answered, her's from fatigue rather than Vil's amused one, "He just chases me around usually, causing me to either fall off my broom or crash. Then we'd do it again for a couple of hours, usually for four hours actually."
Vil hummed looking thoughtful once again while he seemed to think up a way to word what he wanted to say without practically handing Lucy the answer on a silver platter.
"Lucy, Rook sees something in you, a type of strength.", Vil explains, "Now being a hunter, Rook likes to hunt those he sees as strong, or help guide those he sees with potential of such strength so he can have a worthy hunt later. Do you understand?"
Lucy thought back to her comparison of their lessons of predator and prey. But, what if it's, actually, supposed hunter and predator. What Rook is doing, is that he trying to wake a sleeping bear with a pointy stick.
She now realizes why Vil found this so amusing.
With an angry growl, Lucy jumped back to her feet and began marching away.
"And where do you think you're going?", calls out Vil.
Lucy doesn't answer, instead, she shouts over her shoulder without faltering.
"You tell Rook he can go screw himself!", she shouts angrily.
Vil watched Lucy's retreating form with a chuckle, the Ramshackle Prefect still grumbling angrily to herself while marching away and out of view.
"What do you think you're doing? Poking a sleeping bear?", Vil asks seemingly no one.
"A Bear? Non, non.", came the familiar voice of Rook, sitting up in the tree above Vil, "A lionne my roi du Poison."
"Oh?", Vil raised a brow as he looked up to his Vice-Housewarden with a knowing smirk.
"Oui. Car chaque lion a besoin de sa lionne~.", Rook explained with a florish.
Vil chuckles, "Didn't take you for a matchmaker."
"Oui~.", Rook looks down at Vil with an impacting gaze, "Beauty waits for no man, I say I have enough experience to tell when la beauté de l'amour makes it's appearance."
Vil just rolled his before standing up and walking towards the mirror that will bring them back to their Dorm.
"Come along then Rook, I have the feeling you've finally succeeded what you have set out to accomplish."
"As have I.", Rook agreed with a knowing smirk and a mischievous glint in his forest green eyes, "Oh, I can't wait~!"
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makeitquietly · 1 year
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The Flying Deuces (1939)
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ranpd · 2 years
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i am not immune to red/blue dynamics
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etheries1015 · 4 months
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The Twisted Wonderland orange peel theory
The orange peel theory: A theory in which one requests their significant other to peel an orange for them. If they say yes, then it means they are willing to do small tasks for their lover. If they say no, it may suggest they are less willing to offer support, the theory says.
featuring: Lilia, Malleus, Trey, Rook, Vil, Leona, Ruggie, Ace, Deuce, Riddle, Jade, Floyd
Sitting around in the presence of your beloved whilst holding an orange, you glance at him contemplating something. You decided to put him to the test! Will he pass?
General warnings: Gender-neutral reader. Also if you don't like oranges/are allergic to them, just imagine something else! <3
TW: None! Just fluff <3
Lilia
Your fae lover sat at his computer playing away at his video game while you lay upon his bed fiddling with an orange in hand. You glanced over at him, turning around to lay on your stomach and holding out the orange.
"Lilia, love?" You asked.
"Yes, darling?" He replied, eyes glued to his screen
"Will you peel this orange for me please?" He paused his movements and turned his head to look at you with a carefree smile upon his face. Without hesitation, he grabbed the orange out of your hand and began peeling away at the skin and discard it in the garbage that sat next to his gaming desk. You giggled slightly and thanked him with a kiss against his cheek, Lilia removing himself from his computer and engulfing you in a hug tackling you to the bed.
"If you wanted my attention, surely you could have found something more creative than peeling an orange, my little bat~"
verdict: Pass! He had the wrong idea of your intentions, but he still won.
Malleus
"Malleus," You asked the tall male, interrupting his focus in crafting the gargoyle he had been paying attention to, holding out the orange in your hand.
"Yes?" He asked, averting his attention from his craft to attentively look at you. He glanced at the orange and flicked his eyes back to yours, tilting his head in confusion.
"Will you peel this for me, please?" Malleus had furrowed his eyebrows ever so slightly- a frown upon his lips as he studied the fruit.
"Are you struggling with peeling it by yourself?" He asked in genuine concern, grasping your hands to study them, "Are you experiencing any pain that is hindering your skills?" You giggled at his strangely focused pout while analyzing your hands, it wasn't even a moment later before he used his magic to lift the orange, peel it, and even take apart each of the slices before grabbing it with his hands and holding one to your mouth.
"Here, I shall feed you. No need to further strain your hands, dearest."
Verdict: Pass...? he has the spirit!!
Trey
The moment you were studying the orange dubiously with an interesting look of focus immediately caught his attention. You didn't even have to ask Trey before he was asking for you!
"Would you like me to peel that for you? You've been staring at it for a while," He chuckled. You smiled up at him and held out the orange with enthusiasm and a nod. He took it gracefully and peeled it perfectly, handing it back and throwing away the peels for you.
"You're the sweetest," You smiled whilst popping a slice into your mouth, Trey responding with a bashful smile and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"There's no need for that...you just seemed deep in thought, so it was more or less an excuse to bring that up. Is something on your mind? You can talk to me about anything."
Verdict: Pass with flying colors!
Rook
"Rooook!" You called out holding an orange to the sky, "Can you peel this orange for me, please!? I don't want my hands to smell like oranges!" You seemed to be calling out into the woods at nothing, but in reality you were sitting against a tree waiting for Rook to finish hunting. You decided to put his loyalty to the test. You heard rustling around before an arrow zoomed past the top of your head, piercing the orange out of your hand and hitting the tree.
Your jaw slacked open, mortified.
You trusted Rook with your life, yes, but he likes to test this sometimes.
"If that is what your heart desires, of course I shall peel this orange for you, my beloved!" He skipped over and took the orange off of the tip of the arrow and began to peel away at it. You stared at him in horror.
"...Rook."
"oui?" An innocent smile as he worked away at the...now miss-shapen fruit.
"Go get me a new orange."
Verdict: ...Questionable pass..? He went and got you a new orange, and peeled it properly for you.
Vil
"Can you peel this for me?" Vil glanced over with furrowed eyebrows and a frown upon his perfect features.
"Why do you require my assistance in peeling an orange? Are you unable to do it yourself?" The question was valid and innocent enough, but you were determined to go through with this challenge.
"Just do it, please?" You gave him puppy eyes, "I don't want to get the peeling under my nails." An excuse you felt he would be able to understand, surely!
"And you believe I do?" He retorted.
Touché...
You flashed him a pout, and he caved. Vil sighed and held out his hand for you to place the orange, slowly and with care removing it's peel. You gave him a bright smile and a little giggle, for you knew he always caves eventually when it comes to you. He loves that part of you though, how you seem to always brighten up at the smallest of things. It's a part of your charm.
"What are you giggling about? It's just an orange, silly potato. You get excited over the most random of things..."
Verdict: Pass with some push
Leona
"No." He was pretty immediate to reject your question. You began to whine and pester him.
"Leona! Please? Will you do just this little thing for me?" You gave him puppy eyes, to which he sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes.
"Why can't you do it yourself?"
"Because I want you to do it."
"That's not an answer."
"Why do I need to have a reason?"
"You woke me up from my nap to peel an orange."
"And?"
He turned around to fall back asleep, you responded with shaking his body and complaining to your lover. Leona turned his body and used his strong arms to pull you into his chest.
"Stop your whining and take a nap with me, herbivore. The orange can wait."
Verdict: Fail...? but in a weird way. You get it?
Ruggie
"Eh?" Ruggie looked up at you with wide eyes, "Peel an orange? Why?" You pouted at the brown haired heyena and placed your free hand upon your hips.
"Because you're my boyfriend, and i'm asking you oh-so-nicely..." He shrugged and took the orange, peeling it.
And then, when you thought he was being extra nice to you and peeling away the slices for you to eat, he took half of the orange and popped it into his mouth. Much to your dismay.
"My orange!!" You complained. Ruggie handed you the other half and laughed.
"What? There's always a price for labor, even if it's just an orange! Besides, you're my s/o, and I wanted it oh-so-bad...sharing is caring, right?"
Verdict: Pass...and you made him go get you another orange. In which he also ate half of before it got to you.
Ace
"Peel this for me," You said in the middle of watching a movie, holding out the orange. Ace eyed it dubiously before looking back up at you.
"Eh? Why can't you do it yourself?" He whined, "I don't wanna smell like oranges."
"Ace, please? for me?" He gave you a deadpan stare and you spent a solid minute just looking at each other in a silent battle. He then sighed loudly and obviously theatrically, snatching the orange away from you and peeling it (not without some attitude.)
"I don't get it...I've seen you peel oranges so many times. I don't think you actually care about smelling like oranges, somethin' else is definitely going on here!"
Verdict: Lowkey failed, but that's okay. Eventually, it worked!
Deuce
"Deuce, can you peel this for me, please?" You asked the blue eyed male, offering up the orange.
Deuce was pretty fast to jump to the opportunity to peel it for you. He likes when you can depend on him on such tasks that are seemingly mundane, it makes him feel important, that you trust him. Even though it isn't that deep. Grabbing the orange and peeling it with eagerness, you smiled fondly at him.
"Here you go!" He said proudly, handing you a...messily peeled orange. It wasn't very pretty, you could see parts of the orange where he managed to either miss some of the peel or scraped some of the main part with his nail by mistake. But that didn't matter to you.
"Sorry it isn't the best...I should practice peeling oranges so it's perfect next time. Huh? You were just testing me? Don't worry, i'll do anything you ask of me! It's important to work as a team, so you won't have to worry about doing tasks by yourself!"
Verdict: Pass, he's a little angel
Riddle
"Riddle," You said taking him away from his studies, "Will you peel this orange for me?" The red head set down his pen and looked over at you and then the orange, holding out his hand for you to give to him right away.
"Of course. Hand it here." You gladly gave him the orange and he peeled it perfectly, cleanly, and discarding the peels right away and standing up to wash his hands.
"I don't mind doing such things upon your request. It's a healthy snack too, much better than the chips and other things I see Ace and Deuce sneak around...hm? No, I don't mind if you eat your orange while we study. Now... where were we?."
Verdict: passed with flying colors (Already knew about this theory beforehand, but wouldn't let you in on that!)
Jade
It was pretty simple, you handed the orange while he was reading something, and he peeled it without you even asking. He peeled it while reading, handed it back to you, although handing you the peels to throw away yourself. You smiled and gave him a kiss on his cheek, Jade chuckling in response.
"Were you testing me with the orange peel theory? What, are you surprised I know of it's existence? I actually anticipated you would attempt it at some point. I see some of the things you like to look up. How do I know what you search online? ...hehe. That's a secret."
Verdict: Pass! ...with a few extra questionable things!
Floyd
"Haahhh?" He looked at you with his signature look of annoyance and dismay. "What'dya mean you can't peel an orange? I don't wanna either," He whined, going back to...whatever weird thing he gets up to in his free time.
"Floydddd," You pouted, "Please? for me?" He looked at you, then the orange. Then you, then the orange. This went on for a minute.
"Fine. I'll go ask Jade." You fled the scene before you could reap the consequences of your statement, hearing his loud protests from afar and the sound of scrambling to catch up to you...
Verdict: Fail. Big big fail. Sorry Floyd lovers.
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🎊 twst 4th year anni ABEMA stream 🎉
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***TWST JP news + anniversary spoilers below the cut!***
The stream starts with Ace, Deuce, Jack, Ruggie, and Sebek's VAs replying to a bunch of quiz questions. I think Ace or Deuce responds with "810" when asked how many items there are on the Heartslabyul lounge's coffee table. Sebek's VA also has a hilarious answer when asked how many Draconians (wakasama fans) there are, he pulls out some super absurdly high number with tons of zeros in it.
There is then a Master Chef/Culinary Crucibles-type section where the VAs decorate their own cake for TWST's anniversary. It’s a team effort! Ace and Deuce put on the cream, Sebek added cookies on top, and Jack and Ruggie did the final decorations. It ended up looking pretty cute ^^ (Ace's VA is the one that added all the whipped cream peaks; it was mostly thanks to Ruggie's VA that the cake still looked aesthetically pleasing at the end.)
Actual game-related news time!!! The SR Grim card for the 4th anniversary is... drumroll please...!! 🥁Apprentice Chef Grim!!! ABGKSKVUkvuDSQEVUOFDFIHAFVA HE'S SO CUTE, HE EVEN HAS A LIL TUNA CAN CAKE 😭
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For anniversary, there will be a series of free items given out if you log in during the event period (11th to 25th), which includes THREE 10-pull keys (released on the 11th, 15th, and 18th, respectively). You can receive up to 12 days' worth of freebies. There will be an anniversary banner as per usual; you can earn tokens by pulling on this and then trade them in for a SR magical key (50 tokens) and/or past event-limited SSRs (150 tokens), including past years' birthday cards (100 tokens). There will be a new "Event Recollection" feature which allows you to experience events that you may have missed getting the initial chance to play through yourself.
Mr. S's Mystery Shop will sell items from past events such as limited Groovy materials and spell upgrade materials. This is called the "Memory Shop".
You will be able to mark (multiple) parts of the story as your "favorite". This will be indicated with a pink heart icon.
Battles will have a new feature which allows you to save team compositions for them. Up to 25 compositions may be saved at a time. You can also pin your supports, so you no longer have to scroll to find a specific friend's character to borrow.
There will be 3 new item gachas added to the "Item Lotto" of the shop (for Crewel, Vargas, and Trein). Previously, there was only Sam's. You use a new type of medal (obtained by taking classes) to roll on the teachers' lottos, and can pull items related to what you'd typically earn in each of their classes.
Crewel's gacha may provide an herbal tea which can be used to boost Buddy Levels, including those for characters that are otherwise unable to take Alchemy classes. That means Crowley, Rollo, etc. are fair game. (Yes, you can force feed them tea to obtain FRIENDSHIP✨) The tea may also drop during Special Lessons or Alchemy class.
We finally get magical key conversion! On the summoning screen, you can turn 10 single pull keys into one 10-pull key (which guarantees at least 1 SR; single keys do not have this benefit).
The Guest Room will receive a second floor to decorate. This will be unlocked once you reach a Guest Room rank of 31.
The Guest Room rank cap will be increased from 30 to 40. Additionally, all properties of floor 1 appears to carry over to floor 2. This means the same comfort level and attributes will be present across both.
New BGMs will be added to Mr. S's Mystery Shop. There will also be new voice lines added to Alchemy, Flying, and the outfit selection screen. The official TWST soundtrack will be released on the 29th of May, though preorders are tentatively open now. It is 140+ tracks (149, to be exact!) across 4 discs and goes for 4620 yen (inclusive of tax; without tax the soundtrack is 4200 yen). Japanese retailers are offering different dorms' A5 sized holographic sticker sheets as bonuses for preordering.
That's it for now, mostly quality of life changes! There will most likely be a 4th year anniversary PV/animated short on the actual anniversary day (the 18th)!
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ceruleancattail · 1 month
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Short silly Drabble but Biker Deuce.
Him waiting outside your door leaning on his motorbike all cool-like, but fumbling and falling over when he hears the door open. Deuce can’t help it! You appeared so suddenly, that his heart is racing at insane speeds.
Well, now that you’re in front of him, it’s pounding for an entirely different reason. A passionate beat, a rapid salsa dancing against his ribcage. With his cheeks flushed red, Deuce quite literally drags you on his bike, placing his helmet over your head. His gloved hands brush against the curve of your face as Deuce tightens or loosens the buckles, fixing them together with a sharp click.
Hey, he wouldn’t want you to get hurt on his watch. Tapping on the brim of his helmet, you see his lips curl up into a sheepish, boyish smile. You look…. Good, with his helmet.
It fits you.
These words leave his lips in quiet mutters, before Deuce’s eyes widen, and his cheeks flare a scarlet red. He said that out loud, did he? Urm, just forget it all!
He’s going to force himself to face forward after that, reviving up his motorbike. Yet even within all his embarrassment, Deuce still searches for your hands, fastening them around his waist. It’s an… added layer of security, don’t worry about it. Just to make sure you don’t go flying off, a piece of paper in the wind.
As you clutch on his jacket, lean a little closer. Maybe you’ll catch the poor love-sick boy’s whispered words:
“You can hold on a little tighter, actually.
Hold me closer, please.”
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