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luxthestrange · 7 months
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TWST Incorrect quotes#619 Corset
Yuu: Sam-wich, do you know what happened to the package that was in my Mail?
Sam: The one with the fucking corset? I hid it
Yuu: What the fuck- Sam-
Sam: You’re already too powerful in this school, I hid it for the betterment of mankind in this college
Yuu:...
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Sam's Backstory - Monster AU
Monster: Shadow Word Count: ~ 0.47K Relationships Mentioned: Sam's dad (completely made up, don't think you missed something in canon or I'm spoiling something, I'm not) TW: Death (peaceful/happy) the horrors that hotdogs are --------------------------------------
One of the many advantages to being a shadow, was easy passage to and from the human realm. Nobody paid any mind to things they thought were a trick of the light. The family business relied on this. And Sam loved it. He and his old man used to walk in the human cities together all the time, filling in the shadows of people to get around and take in everything the sights, the smells, the sounds - which admittedly, not all of them were very pleasant, but it was the city. What else could he have asked for?
People were stupid, slow and unobservant. While wallets and money were all well and good, they never saw the value of their belongings like Sam's father did. Sam remembered wandering the city, slinking from alley to alley, shadow to shadow, keeping up with his father best he could and picking up whatever trinkets he could find in hopes his dad would find a way to put a valuable spin on it. The other lovely thing about being a shadow was transportation was easy. All they had to do was allow an object to slip into the void that was their torso, and they could pull it out later. Anything they wanted, they would just expand their body to fit. Sam remembered how proud he was when he did it to his first hot dog stand, and the look on his father's face when he showed him what he brought home. They had repainted it together, rebranded it, and "borrowed" some other materials from the humans to upgrade it. Thankfully, hotdogs are hotdogs regardless of whether you're in the human or the monster realm. The amalgamation of deemed undesirable meats stuffed into a somewhat more palatable tube was almost surprising for it to have been a human invention. It didn't matter though, it had been Sam's first business he ran with his father in the monster realm. Even after his father passed, his memory lived on. Sam was rather satisfied with how his shop was coming together - on a college campus no less. He knew full well what he could do with the prices- and then tuition would practically pay for itself. He chuckled softly as he set the last of his wares down and picked up what was effectively a blacked out mirror. "They still don't know how t'get a good photo of people like us dad, but they can't hold a candle to our business either. I hope you're with mom. I can't wait t'tell y'both 'bout how far I've come." He smiled softly, placing the photo somewhere he would see it all the time, before moving to flip the sign on his door from "closed" to "Welcome In". Not that anyone was waiting or anything. But it felt good to be back on his feet. ------------------------------------- A/N: Does this make sense? hopefully it makes sense lskdjfhdskjf if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!
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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years
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Could you imagine the NRC staff taking bets on who is in love with the reader and vice versa. Trein wouldn't really do anything but no one wants Crowley to win. Vargas can't tell so he just starts partnering then with everyone. Crewel is threatening anyone who he didn't pick and Sam is playing dirty by using his friends from the other side. Meanwhile Crowley is not subtle at all and the reader just thinks he's a crazy bird man and will not answer
Omg that would just bring more chaos to the school ;-; like they also have a reward for whoever wins the bet!
Trein would act like he doesn't care, telling the other staff members that they're acting like middle school students and rolling his eyes whenever they argue whether or not mc is compatible with another student. But when no one is looking, he and his cat will do things to manipulate the odds to their favor. "I think y/n is interested in Jack," he might say, and the rest of the staff argue. "No, it's totally got to be someone else! You think they would want to spend the rest of their lives with someone so stiff?!" Sam says. Trein takes this as a challenge, and the next week mc is found having to sit next to Jack in class.
Crewel is probably similar to Trein. He would try to find ways to get mc and whoever is the poor fellow he chose as the candidate to work together. If anyone tries to interrupt the pair working together or so, Crewel sends them a glare and probably tells them to get back to their own work. He can't have random puppies running around and ruining his chance at winning this bet!
Sam and Vargas are the chillest. Sam probably just thinks it's cute to see mc with a partner, and he might be the most understanding of you. He talks with you often after school when you visit him in the shop, and because of that he probably knows who you like. Vargas low-key has no clue and just thinks that the whole bet is a bit pointless, but he chimes in nonetheless. He ends up teaming with Sam.
Crowley, well, he just asks you one day when you're walking with Ace and Deuce. Your face turns red, Ace yells at Crowley that he's asking a super personal question, Deuce is just trying to get you to stop trying to kick the headmaster, and Grim is also helping Deuce.
If one of them turns out to be right, they will rub it into the others' faces for sure. If none of them win, well, then they just call the bet off and say it was pointless anyways haha.
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spindlebeforesunset · 8 months
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If there will be an SSR Rollo, does that mean we can have NRC Staff Cards
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merakiui · 1 year
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If I ended up in twisted Wonderland I would complain about being to old to be at the academy. I'm 26, I have adult stuff to worry about. I would also tell Riddle to respect his elders if he was pestering me
I could imagine Crowley putting you in charge as a substitute teacher if you don't wish to attend classes or do janitorial work. It's one of those arrangements that can be either very peaceful if you are on positive terms with the class, or it could quickly become chaotic if you can't find a way to settle the rowdy students. Some of them definitely try to bribe you with food so that you won't leave any notes for the professor detailing their poor behavior in class. And the students like Riddle will remind you of the schedule and the fact that there's homework that needs to be turned in, which will earn everyone's immediate dislike.
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thegoldenshi-shi · 2 years
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Twisted wonderland ENG was ROBBED when they took away Sam's skeleton tattoos.
Nah, it wasn't THAT bad, but still, I miss them -_-
My interpretation of additional tattoos, if they look like the canon design it's a happy accident since I haven't seen it.
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conspirartist · 2 months
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Heya folks it's me again with yet another twst boy, using @primrozii 's lovely template (that I kinda of messed up, sorry). Everyone meet Kaeith Mihr, a former RSA student who's finishing his education at NRC (he was expelled after a long string of mischief and was 'graciously' accepted into Night Raven by Crowley).
Kaeith is not the strongest mage around, his abilities fall right into the average mark, not that this seems to bother the meerkat beastman - his dexterity and quick thinking more than make up for it.
Besides, he has his trusty boots: 'Hermes' Steps'! The winged shoes were proudly displayed at the RSA campus when a certain freshman decided to take them for a joy ride; the last misdeed on a long list that resulted on Kaeith's ultimate expulsion. The artifact seems to have a mind of it's own however, seeing as all attempts to return it to the school end up with the boots miraculously reapearing by the young prankster's side (which may or may not be the result of a bloodline that goes all the way back to Olympiam roots, seeing as more than once Kaeith seeked out someone of godly descend to leave cryptid messages he swears he doesn't remember giving).
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blooming-briars · 1 year
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I literally require the teachers as a guest room visit option. Idc what anyone else says. Base tier in Maslow's hierarchy. FUNDAMENTAL NEED. I just need a tiny Trein walking around talking to me gdi give me my old man and also that sweet, awful bird man, you cowards
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omenics · 8 months
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maybe ill do a crowley x reader guys
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mini-kirin · 1 year
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scarcrow: false smiles | twisted wonderland
details & content warnings: contains my own interpretation of Crowley so he may be OOC, slightly suggestive but nothing explicit happens, implied FWB situation, Crowley gets lost in the sauce lol. March is Scarlett’s pet hare.
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“And so, that concludes this month’s report. Any questions?”
The faculty begins speaking amongst themselves and to Crowley, who was leading the monthly faculty meeting at Night Raven College. Crewel was speaking to Crowley when Vargas interrupted, talking about something or other. The two began arguing amongst each other as Trein sighed, stroking Lucius’ fur.
Scarlett remains focused on the stack of papers in front of them, the ones detailing the happenings of the school over the last 30 or so days. They attempt to drown out the noise that filled the meeting room; though Scar enjoyed their job as NRC’s school nurse, sometimes the other staff members could be a bit too rowdy for their liking.
“Mx. Droll,” Crowley’s voice breaks through Scarlett’s reverie. “Do you have a moment to stay behind for a bit?”
Caught a bit off guard, Scarlett nods their head to which Crowley returns with one of his own. They resume zoning out as the headmage continues to answer the other teachers and staff members’ questions. The meeting proceeds and, within the next half hour, finally concludes. Scarlett remains seated as the adults around them begin gathering their affairs and leaving the room.
“Hey there, little joker,” Sam approaches Scar with a grin on his face. “My partners and Zhen from Ramshackle and I are going out for drinks tonight. Would you like to join?” Scarlett smiles and shakes their head.
“I have some business to attend to this evening, sorry. You all enjoy yourselves for me though, alright?”
Sam nods and bids them adieu, quickly running to drag Vargas and Crewel to the bar with him. Scarlett laughs softly at hearing the latter go off about how he refuses to drink “cheap alcohol”. They then begin to pack their things, but remains seated.
They waits for the room to empty, and when it does, Scarlett’s attention focuses on Crowley. The headmage stands up to close the conference room doors before turning towards Scarlett, glowing eyes focusing on them. Casually, he approaches Scarlett, and as soon as he’s within proximity, he grabs onto their knitted sweater. Scarlett moves in tandem with Crowley as the latter pulls them up from their seat and close to his chest. Then, he removes his mask and kisses them, and Scarlett kisses him back with fervour.
Scarlett’s hands rest on Crowley’s forearms, while Crowley begins snaking his own up their sweater. The cold metal from his hand accessories brush against Scarlett’s skin, causing them to shiver. Everything about Crowley is cold: his touch, his lips, the look he gives from his unmasked eyes. But compared to the coldness of their childhood home, Crowley was like a blazing fire that burned as bright as the sun; and so, Scarlett welcomed his touch with open arms.
To Crowley, Scarlett was like a sweet treat to be devoured; like a Turkish delight covered in white sugar, or a fluffy un-toasted marshmallow, or vanilla ice cream on a hot and sunny day. They were merely a human, sure, but something about them was just too irresistible, too impossible to refuse.
And how he wanted to claim them as his, to mark them up and eat them whole. But Crowley has a façade to uphold, and he does not think it’s wise to create any romantic ties, not now at least.
So instead, they take advantage of the late hours of the night, after meetings, after the students and faculty have all gone to sleep. In the comfort of Crowley’s office, or the secret room behind the infirmary, or the unused janitor’s closet in the west wing. Tonight it seems like Crowley wanted to take advantage of the monthly meeting ending early, using Scarlett’s role as head school nurse for his own selfish desires, under the guise of discussing important school-related matters.
Scarlett’s the one who breaks the kiss first, gently keeping Crowley at bay with a hand to his chest. They huff lightly as his face leans forward, not wanting to part from their lips. They’re about to speak up when the headmage tugs them closer with more force, dragging them both down onto the conference table. He hoists Scarlett up, grabbing both of their clothes thighs with his hands, and settles them onto his lap. He then quickly, but not too roughly, brings their face down to meet his, trapping them in another searing kiss. One of his hands rests on their lower back while the other moves up to their hair, fingers playing with the snow white strands at the nape of Scar’s neck. The make out session becomes more and more heated when suddenly…
KNOCK KNOCK!!
“Headmage, are you still there?” Trein’s voice is muffled by the thick wooden doors. “There’s been a small emergency and we require your assistance.”
Crowley and Scarlett pause their ministrations, faces barely an inch away from each other. Their faces are flush, lungs gasping for air. Crowley clears his throat.
“Um, yes. I’ll be right out in a moment.”
“Alright. Please meet me in the Hall of Mirrors.”
Trein’s footsteps become more and more quiet, and soon they disappear altogether. The atmosphere turns a bit tense, the adrenaline of being almost discovered coursing through both individuals’ veins. Scarlett is the one who speaks first.
“You did lock the doors, right?”
“Of course I did… I think.”
Scarlett gives a humoured huff before slowly untangling themselves from Crowley. The two begin straightening out their clothes and hair, and soon it’s as if nothing had ever happened between them in that room. Crowley pulls Scarlett towards his chest once more and gives them a short kiss before donning on his bird’s mask once again. And suddenly, his goofy smile and voice return.
“We’ll have to continue our meeting another time, my dear. Duty calls and oh, how generous of a headmage am I to answer them!” Scarlett grabs their items and nods.
“Of course, headmage. I should return as well.” They check their watch. “March must be hungry by now.”
Crowley opens the door for Scarlett, much like a gentleman would, and they head towards the Hall of Mirrors together in silence. When they arrive, Trein is waiting for Crowley as promised. Scarlett and the older teacher give each other a nod of acknowledgement before the two groups went their separate ways.
As Scarlett steps through the mirror that leads to their living space, they think about Crowley. They think about the man behind the mask, how mysterious and different he is as compared to him as the eccentric headmage that interviewed them not too long ago. They think about the touches he leaves on their skin, the ones that seem to send bits of electricity through their entire being. And finally, they think of his smile, the one that never seems to reach his eyes the same way, the one that he shares only with them in the seclusion that comes with their “meetings”. Scarlett finds that there’s something quite… particular about them.
Well, it’s probably okay. After all, he’s not the only one who has a secret to hide.
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azusawrites · 2 years
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She jumped as he suddenly leaned over the desk, sending the fabric flying as he tried to grab her hands in his, but much like Ace was met with Grim’s claws cutting away at his gloves. “Miss Hightower! My eyes don’t lie! You have the talent – no! The calling of a beast tamer!”
What followed was not a shout of celebration, nor a sigh of satisfaction, as he probably intended it to be but instead, a flat, almost emotionless, “What.”
Not even a question. Just a word, falling off her lips and landing dead at their feet. In many ways, it seemed dead. Or near it at least. 
“Miss Hightower!” he repeated, as if she would understand from just that much. “Isn’t that wonderful? Oh, my feathers are simply tingling with excitement at the prospect! You–”
Professor Corvine began to pull onto his coat quite ferociously then. “Headmaster! Please behave yourself in front of the students!” 
wip: mirror marchen
fandom: twisted wonderland
wc: 3450
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luxthestrange · 7 months
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TWST Incorrect quotes#627 Cupid arrow through his heart
Crewel: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity my pet?
Adult!Y/n*turning to Crowley* How tall are you?
Crowley:..What?
Crewel:..
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Ashton's Backstory - Monster AU
Monster: Minotaur Word Count: ~ 0.61 K Relationships Mentioned: Crowley as a (godawful) father figure, young(er) Trein TW: Vargas was abandoned, Crowley as an awful father figure -------------------------------
Mozus stared dumbfoundedly at the chubbiest baby minotaur he had ever seen. He had found it out in the courtyard by the well, contentedly stuffing its mouth with tiny fistfuls of grass, looking around bright eyed.
He was only more confused when the tiny tot started to giggle and toddle after Crowley as he breezed past him to tend to one of the apple trees. It was evident the little beast couldn't keep up, and also that the headmage was far too scatterbrained to pick up on the fact he was being followed. Despite knowing better, Trein sighed to himself and followed after the two of them. "Crowley." The man whirled around to face him, grinning, until it faltered and he looked down. then squawked at the baby. "YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO FOLLOW ME!"
Trein sighed as the toddler inevitably burst into tears. It was only at that point he felt comfortable enough to pick the little monster up. He grunted as he did so, the babe being heavier than he had anticipated originally, but managed to stand up with it and allowed it to snuggle into him as he rubbed its back. "Where was he meant to go Dire? How did you even get yourself into this mess?" Crowley huffed, puffing his feathers up disdainfully and gestured for Trein to follow him as he continued on his way. "I didn't do anything, now get rid of it, it's parents must b-" "Minotaurs abandon their runts. You should know that. And assuming you found this one alone, you should have known it was going to follow the first thing that gave it attention. Though I've never taken you as the caring type." Crowley turned and blinked blankly. "I'm not. I was after the bell on his neck. It glinted and I figured I could take it, but since he is but a child, I allowed him to keep it. Aren't I generous?" He grinned widely. "Now you're holding the snotty thing, you can take care of it." He turned on his heel, waving goodbye to an incredulous Trein. "It can't come to classes though, so if you need someone to babysit it it's best you arrange for that immediately." The minotaur sat enough to watch Crowley walk away, before soft sobs left it and it struggled in Trein's grip, desperate to follow the feathered man. Trein couldn't keep his hold on him, gently letting him go and catching a glimpse of the aforementioned bell, watching him run after Crowley. He grabbed a fistful of the mans feathers, causing Crowley to squawk in surprise and look down at the minotaur now chewing on his feathers, eyes filled with tears. ".....go on. Leave me be." Crowley tapped at the little monster lightly with his shoe. Trein came up beside him and chuckled softly, patting his shoulder. "It seems hungry. I'm sure you can figure out what to do with him. He clearly doesn't want me." Trein gave Crowley a small satisfied smile and went on his way, ignoring the squawks and complaints from behind him. ----------------------------------- The baby merely giggled as Crowley tried to pull away from it, it's tiny hands gripping onto his feathers too tightly to merely shake him off. It took him a few moments, but he finally looked down at the little beast and noticed how brightly his eyes shined up at him. Crowley finally sighed. "Fine. You can follow me. I suppose having someone around that has no clue what they're doing will make me feel very intelligent. Not that you get it. You're a child. Very well. Just stop pulling on my feathers!" --------------------------------------------------
A/N: I hate writing endings I fucking suck at them lmaooo anyways. if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!
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rayroseu · 1 month
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5th Anniversary Diasomnia Crumbs!
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OKAYY FIRST OFF THE GROOVY 😭😭✨💖💞💖💞 CROWLEY AT THE CENTER YAAAAASSS!!!! YANA TOBOSO IS VERY YASASHI NO DE FOR DRAWING HIM AS THE FOCAL POINT WUAIDYOAHKH🗣️🗣️🗣️☝🏻☝🏻✨💖💞💝🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Also WITH THE RAMSHACKLE GHOSTS... I was prepared that they might not be included in this groovy but they're here!! 😭💝✨ They're here and happy with all the faculty members!! I'm!!! I LOVE THIS ARTSTYLY BECAUSE IT MAKES EVERYONE LOOKS SO SOFT,,, Goodbye,,, Yuu found family group picture finally happened,,, I can die in peace 😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻💖💝💞💝💖
ALSO Vargas trying to strike his best pose that highlights his flexed muscles brilliantly DESPITE being at the corner of the group pic is everything, PEAK CHARACTER COMPOSITION, he looks so content that hes not even aware that Trein is just so done at him, he barely even smiled lol 🤣
Faculty teachers are so silly this is everything I've ever wanted 😭💝💖💖💝💖💝
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I'd like to remind that in 4th Anniversary, the feast happened as per Crowley's curtesy 🥺 The fact that the catering of the party is focused on meat and Grim is waving a barbecue is a nod to that 😭🙏🏻✨
Also love how Crowleywas in charge of the 4th Anniversary because the 4th year is the last year you'll get while studying in NRC!! So it feels like he's sending us off to an unknown realm or whatever because we're out of candidates to guess who'll be the groovy for 5th Anniversary XD (plspslpslsmeleanoranddawnandbaulcmoncomnonnnkahs)
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Not these bunch having a group pic again halfkwhdkhsj Their poses are so in character XD Of course Vil is still flawless even at the back and Malleus has the most normal pose because he's not accustomed to cameras 🥺✨✨
Hopefully I'm wrong, but I really do hope they do an animated pv for 4th Anniversary as well and not just a call back video for the released cards... 😭😭
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EYESHADOW FLAWLESS EYELINER ON FLEEK LIP GLOSS STUNNING THAT CLASSIC SMIRK WITH FURROWED EYEBROWS THAT LOOKS LESS LIKE A SMILE AKDHKSHD He is perfection He does no wrong 😭😭💖💝💖
OKAYY NGLL i missed seeing new art of Malleus... I'm so glad he's back 😭😭 and beautiful than ever 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻
I love how they drew his lips here!! ✨✨💞💞
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I'm so excited for this to be translated actually 😭😭🙏🏻✨✨ I love more silly stuff from TWST lol
Laughing at this cover though,,, NOT EVERYONE BEING GIVEN TUNA CANS FROM GRIM,,, OMG
Are we finally having the tuna can lore and why its Grim's favourite food this year?? OMGONGDKS😭😭
theyve been highlighting that nowadays... I feel like tuna cans will never be the same once Book7 or 8 even leaks something about Grim 😭😭
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Babes wake up, new diasomnia family photo just dropped ‼️‼️😭😭😭💚💚💚
Lilia is so adorable kahdkhwd Not him holding a can upside down 😭🙏🏻💞💞💞 never stop being silly old man,,, 🥺🥺 💖💖
His :3 is my everything,,, 💞💞🙏🏻🙏🏻💝💝✨✨✨
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yourfbiagen1 · 3 months
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Hi twst fandom, this is my first time posting on tumblr and I have no idea how it works but heres the whole twst cast from memory (except faculty and others) I've never drawn these guys before
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Closeups 🔥💯
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Id like to formally apologize to jack, floyd, and vil stans
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I really love how rollo turned out even though he looks a little scuffed, who allowed him to have that haircut
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Neige made me so mad because I remembered his face so well but none of the clothes I drew looked right and he just looks stupid
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Also rook broke my Gmail?? 😰 every picture I sent myself turned into him and it scared me, typical rook behavior
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Hes my favorite though
+my twst oc whom I haven't drawn since his creation date of last year or something
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Thats it
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prince-kallisto · 6 months
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Hmmmm now I feel even more convinced that Ferro/Fellow knows NRC more than he lets on. Of course he’s buttering them up with compliments, but some of his lines I feel like could be interpreted as…bitter? “The scholars of tomorrow” “unmistakable noble aura”…and as I mentioned in previous posts, it’s very odd that NRC students have become a target specifically.
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I’m the sort of person who interprets irl conversations in many different ways haha…so when he says “That’s NRC students for you!” When Floyd gives him and Gidel his usual strange fish nicknames, he makes it sound like it’s “typical” or “expected” for NRC students to be eccentric, despite repeatedly saying how noble and illustrious the students are. HAS he actually attended NRC before, or at least familiar with some graduates?
Because as immature and silly the boys at NRC can be, we have to remember that the outside world isn’t aware of this. They still have a prestigious name to them, an image that Crowley is very careful to maintain, and it doesn’t help that NRC is located on such a secluded island.
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@twst-eeps has pointed out that Ferro knows about these specific uniforms, and has probably “been waiting to scam NRC students from true beginning.” Interesting how he says “we have good luck” as if he were surprised to see NRC students here. But he must have traveled to Sages Island for them specifically, right? Unless…he’s aware of the barrier at NRC. This event started because of a basketball game at RSA. I cant quite remember if RSA has a similar barrier to NRC (Noble Bell College does), but barriers at NRC go down during events and sports games. We can assume RSA is the same way if they have a barrier.
So if Ferro was looking for NRC students specifically, but didn’t go near the school building, perhaps he knows of the barrier OR fears being recognized by the faculty. Which is why he said it’s “good luck” to run into NRC students so far away from their school- he can carry out his business without catching suspicious from NRC faculty
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He calls himself “Fellow Honest,” and claims that some people call him “Honest John.” But ngl, “Fellow Honest” sounds like a stage name. Even more of a reason for him to avoid NRC (if he was a student there, that is), to prevent his true identity and name getting revealed.
٩( ᐛ )و If none of this happens and I was actually reading into things way too much as usual, I’m gonna jump in a ditch lmaoo, I’ve made way too many posts based on this theory
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