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ryuichirou · 24 days

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Alright, let’s talk about Kalim (related to the latest comic), new official stuff, Idia being annoying and Lilia being possessive over Silver! And some other stuff, I think…

Anonymous asked:

So you seen the latest chapter of 7 ENG. If you do, any particular thoughts on two certain individuals with helmets.

We haven't watched ch7 at all yet, Anon. There are certain spoilers that are unavoidable, but since we didn't watch the story itself, we can't really say anything. We also don’t follow ENG updates, more on that in a reply below.

hipsterteller asked:

the only dorm leader who didn't overblot and same time the only sunshine

Yep, that’s our Kalim! He’s just here to have a good time :)

Anonymous asked:

Kalim, the only housewarden not to overblot.

Jamil, the only vice housewarden to overblot.

Aren’t they just perfect for each other? 🥰

Anonymous asked:

Good thing Jamil is not part of it...actually, I think he already did before the meeting.

I guess it depends on whether Kalim has asked him about how he is doing or not this day 🤔 Check on your friend, Kalim!

Anonymous asked:

Kalim (walking to his room): Oh, wow! That housewarden meeting was wild! Six people overblotting all at the same time... What are the odds of that?? I sure am glad to be finally back to the peaceful familiarity of my dorm, where I can rest after such a stressful day!

Scarabia student: Housewarden, please! Come quick-

Kalim (still walking): We're not doing this today :)

LOL sorry, Kalim, you have no choice but to deal with this, Jamil is clearly not dealing with this well on his own. Oh wait. Kalim probably shouldn’t intervene, he’ll just make things worse lol

asteampvnk asked:

Love your newest drawing. Although, to be fair, with how much Kalim gaslights himself that everything’s fine I half expect him to overblot.

I don’t know, to be honest it’s still very difficult for me to picture Kalim overblotting over anything other than Jamil getting seriously hurt because of him, but maybe it’s Kalim’s gaslighting that’s so powerful that it completely skewers my perception of his overblot chances…

Anonymous asked: I don't know why, but I find Kalim's eyes so cute the way you draw in the latest comic.

Thank you so so much, Anon!! ❤️

Anonymous asked:

Ryuichi and Katsu, you guys probably only play the EN Version of Twist but i wanted to ask if you guys had heard of the new JPN Event 'Red Carpet in the Shaftlands'! Have you seen the new cards and outfits? Especially Vil and Azul look very handsome!

Hi Anon! We don’t play the EN version, or any version for that matter; we just watch the main story + events on youtube. We also prefer fan translations over the official ones :) This isn’t what you asked about, but I thought I’d mention that. So yeah, we did hear about the new event! Even though we don’t have time to watch events these days, we’ll probably and hopefully get to it eventually; so I have really high hopes for this one! I already said it the other day, but: show us Eric Venue god damn it >:(

As for the cards…

Anonymous asked:

HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW OUTFITS FOR ACE, JAMIL, AND AZUL!?!? I NEVER THOUGHT AZUL WOULD LOOK SO GOOD IN THAT COLOR SCHEME!

AZUL LOOKS LIKE A MEAN RICH AUNTIE, ACE LOOKS LIKE THAT ONE DOUCHE FROM A RICH FAMILY THAT ALWAYS ASKS FOR MONEY (AND HIS RICH AUNTIE DOESN’T GIVE HIM SHIT), JAMIL LOOKS LIKE THE MEANEST GIRL IN A HIGH SCHOOL MOVIE FROM 90-00S, AND IT LOOKS GREAT!!

Azul does look good, although I am a bit conflicted about his hairstyle: I can’t quite figure out whether I like it or am just okay with it; but even if it’s the latter, I’m always excited to see new hairstyles. And this shape of glasses looks so stupidly good on him! He is indeed very handsome, this style of clothing suits him a lot.

Vil is gorgeous, I can’t even yell about him anymore. The richest mom in Hollywood.

Ace looks very good; Jamil does unimaginable things to my psyche, I can’t quite put it into words. I think the colour scheme of the new outfits suits him the most, but I might just be biased.

Anonymous asked:

Ryu they released the choreography of absolutely beautiful, did you see???? Im soso normal about it LOOK AT MY WIFE SPITTING BARS AND LOOKING ALL CUTE I watched it so many times already i was pacing around my room for an hour

I honestly can’t believe they did, this is so nice of them?? Now people can actually perform the dance themselves, this is so cool.

Jamil’s rap is one of my favourite parts of the song (original, I know), so it’s great to actually see him shine. But also? Also?

Epel short.

Anonymous asked:

I’m so sorry but in reference to the ask about Idia getting into a verbal sparring match with someone: imagine they’re both getting ruder and nastier and then, they somehow end up in bed together????

YES this is basically how we write Sebek/Idia LOL But also Azul/Idia to be honest, these two argue and get annoyed with each other a lot…

This is one of our favourite tropes in general, and with Idia it suits him to perfectly lol He always ends up verbally sparring with someone and getting someone heated over the argument, it’s like he’s begging for it (absolutely unintentionally though).

Anonymous asked:

Your art is really wonderful! (I love how you draw Lilia.) Sililia is a bit of guilty pleasure for me as well. I think you mentioned in a previous post about yanderes that Lilia’s trying not to get attached to anyone at this point in his life. So, if someone else were to hit on Silver or tried to woo him, would he reluctantly accept it? Or would he instantly act possessive once he sees someone moving in on his?

Thank you so much, Anon!! I am very happy you like our Lilia and that you enjoy his relationship with Silver <3

I think I talked about it in one of our previous LiliSil posts, but I’ll reiterate: in theory, Lilia would absolutely encourage Silver to spend time with someone else, even if this is just a little high school fling and not something serious. He does want Silver to socialise more and to have a lot of people around him, because unfortunately Lilia won’t be around forever, and he isn’t cruel to the point of wanting Silver to be loyal to him even after his death. That would just ruin the young one’s life forever, wouldn’t that be a waste?

But in actuality, I think Lilia would still get somewhat jealous and possessive if Silver found someone for himself. Lilia might try to rationalise it by thinking that he just doesn’t want any rascal to hurt Silver’s feelings, he might even enjoy acting like a strict dad for a short while, but he’ll very soon realise that he is just being super jealous and doesn’t want to share Silver with anyone lol It might be easier for him is Silver starts dating Sebek, at least Sebek knows his place… in Lilia’s eyes, at least.

Anonymous asked:

*looks at violet art*

*looks at Idia art*

Now we need a universe where those two meet each other because I swear some alternate universe thing is happening here.

I absolutely should’ve replied to this one as soon as we got it, sorry for fucking up the chronology of this whole thing, for some reason I just couldn’t shut up about Idia and Violet LOL

Ah, these two. Artsy goth Idia and Otaku tech-nerd Gregory.

Honestly, I wonder how these two would interact. The easiest thing would be to assume that they’ll just sit in their own corners doing their own thing because neither of them is particularly chatty. Also, at first it seems like despite their similarities, they are the opposites of each other, because of the whole arts vs tech thing… but in actuality, Idia is one of the most artistic people in NRC?? With good taste and outside-the-box creative thinking?? Considering how much he loves a good design and how even Vil praised the ceremonial gear he made for Ortho. As someone who likes anime and stuff, he is definitely a connoisseur of art lol

So yeah, it’d be funny to think about them getting weird vibes from each other from the start, maybe seeing some of their own “bad” qualities and being annoyed by them, getting weird uncanny-valley feeling, but ultimately ending up creating something together. I just want them to create something together…

Although…both of them are such individualists, they might have creative disagreements and do their own things separately from each other. God damn it boys you were supposed to have fun interactions!

#replies #lilisil

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sourame · 2 years

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If that's okay could i request the dorm leaders with a ridicolously lucky MC? Like Nagito Komaeda (aka the SHSL lucky student) type of luck?

nagito kinnie i see i see

SHSL LUCKY STUDENT!READER X DORM LEADERS

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

- one of the first times he found out you were lucky was when you managed to survive a student in overblot.

- he questioned how you did it, if you used a strategy, etc.

- hes one of those people who don´t really believe in luck. he believes that theres always a meaning behind events like this.

- he keeps you by his side though, just in case.

¨I´ve never seen a student who was able to use quick wits to escape harmful situations.. how do you do it, MC?¨

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

- honestly a little surprised that you had luck like that.

- he thought that it was more of a one time thing, but it kept happening . thats what really peaked his interest.

- he´d lightly tease and joke to you about it, calling you a ¨rabbits foot¨ for example.

“You should come with me more often. Maybe we could work your luck out on somethin' else.”

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

- not the type to believe in luck but is honestly astonished when he's used to it.

- he keeps asking you if there's a strategy or how you do it.

- he believes you have some type of magic that powers it, because it's impossible for you to be this lucky.

- he looks up to you, which is something he basically NEVER does.

“What did you have to do to have such luck? Are you in a contract of any kind?”

KALIM AL ASIM

- he is astonished by your luck. you can see a little sparkle in his eyes whenever he talks to you.

- he will throw so many questions on you, rapidly asking stuff like “how did you do it?"

- he boasts about it a little bit, but who wouldn't tbh?

- he likes to say he has luck too because he hasn't died yet. It isn't quite the same, but you give him credit anyway.

“youre so full of surprises, MC! I love it!”

VIL SCHOENHEIT

- Vil has been around lucky people, but none like you.

- he started to notice that you were constantly winning in competitions/bets, and luck generally being on your side.

- he asks you if you were put on a spell of any kind, because you didn't seem like the type of person to be really lucky.

- he's impressed by this, and honestly wants a little of your luck to rub off on him.

“I wonder how a magic-less being like yourself could contain so much luck. It's quite interesting.”

IDIA SHROUD

- he is very observant, so he catches on to the whole luck thing quick.

- the first instance was when you offered to get him a snack from the vending machine. the machine malfunctioned, causing you to get way more snacks than you asked for .

- he asks you if you're magic, because he's never met people like you before.

- your luck is one of his favorite attributes about you.

- whenever he does gacha pulls, he has you stand by his side so he can get his favorite character.

“Ah..This is great..! Where did you get your luck, I wonder?”

MALLEUS DRACONIA

- luck never really mattered to him. once again, he thinks it's more technique than pure good luck.

- he takes a bigger interest in you, watching as your luck effects your daily life.

- if you're modest about it, he'll just chuckle and lightly pat your head.

“Ive never met a human with these kinds of abilities. Tell me, where did you learn them?”

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS SH^T TOOK MONTHS I KEEP GETTING SIDETRACKED

#dorm leaders x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

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the-crows-typist · 3 years

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Since your latest post says you’re back, I’d like to request a ficlet with Azul x F!mc with the random word as curious. I’m so glad to hear you’re back as I really enjoy your writings, thank you 😊!

Thanks a lot Anon, I hope you like this piece of mine.

CW: Minor mention of bullying, Angst with a Happy Ending, minor mention of wound, wound healing and potential OOC

Word count: 3,435

The Possibilities are Endless

“I made a promise to you.”

Curiosity. Inquisitive, wondering, ready to poke around and figure something out. Around him, all he ever saw the deep blue, the seagrass, the fish he could easily catch with one of his tentacles. Octopi like his were curious by nature and often to a slightly violent extent. He would peak his head over the surface, watching the seagulls cry overhead and the humans walking over planks of wood. In the disguise of the night, the young boy could always watch humans at their most natural and most vulnerable and wonder to himself what life would be like had he been born a human.

He doubted it would be any different from the life he lived day today.

As fun as learning was, it was boring not being able to share it with those who cared. Time with his classmates was bad during classes and all the more during recess but during the times Azul could escape their grasp quick enough, he would swim to lonely areas around the school to read and write his learnings in discarded shells, flipping through page after page of borrowed books from the library learning and taking in the information written on paper.

His hand halted on a picture of children playing; the light brown color of dirt, the bright colors of shirts and dress, the happy yet dirtied faces of the youth who continued to pass the ball to one another. The young octopus' shoulders hung low, his eyes training down and at nothing. Would his life be that different had he been born human? Would he be able to play with the other children had he been given two legs instead of eight?

There was a sniffle and Azul's rubbed his eyes, forcing himself to breathe slowly. Suddenly something hit his head, something like and equally small. A red sandal floated down to his lap, a kid's shoe. From above, a shadow loomed over him, and on instinct, he gathered his things and rushed to the nearest hiding place. There was the smell of blood in the water, the boy taking courage to peek from the safety of his hiding place.

A girl whose hair flowed in the water like a ribbon speared a fish right through, her mouth covered with a breathing apparatus, eyes protected with goggles, and a red sandal missing from her left foot. Azul looked at the Sandal at his hand then to the girl who expertly drove her spear into another fish. He had never seen a human this up close before and with that spear, he could easily get hurt…Looking at her again, she reached down, patting her empty foot while bubbles released from her breathing gear.

The boy moved slowly and glided through the water while leaving all but the sandal behind. He stopped in his tracks when she turned around, her eyes shined brilliantly behind the foggy looking goggles and immediately trained to the sandal in his hands.

"Y-yours…?"

He offered the sandal to her, both hands holding it up. She nods her head, taking the shoe from him and slipping it back on. Her hand moved, palm motioning him to follow and finger pointing up. Come with me. He hesitated for a moment, knowing that she came to the sea to hunt and with a spear full of nearly dying fish didn't help her image any better. He pointed at the spear to his chest, finger pushing to the skin and she shook her head. At that moment, she took his wrist and swam up with a swarm of warm bubbles floating around them. Azul wondered if following this human girl to the surface was a good idea if leaving the school so suddenly was all right but seeing her hold him without disgust…

It struck a chord with him.

She gasped when they broke the surface, the sun beating down on them from high above. It was the middle of the day, a time when sailors slept and the water becomes calm. Next to them was a small boat where the girl threw her spear in along with her gear. Without the goggles, he could see her clearly, she had eyes like molten gold and hair stringy like seagrass. "I'm sorry I had to bring you up here with me. My oxygen was running out and I couldn't hear you."

"It's okay." He said softly, his eyes lingering to the boat then to her. "Um…Did you come here to look for fish?"

"Yup. Fish are easier to catch than chickens or boar." She laughed, her teeth shiny and smile wide, it was cute and Azul couldn't help but sink into the water to hide his blush. "But it kinda does suck when they're really small, though. I wish I could capture bigger fish so I can have a feast but usually, adults have to do it or I get pulled in trying to catch it."

"Like groupers?" He asked. "The big kind?"

"Yeah! Those are really big and taste good too. A light grilling and some salt really go a long way." Azul looked down at the water again as the human moved to chuck her shoes into the small boat. "What's your name, by the way?"

"Azul."

"Like the color blue?"

"Huh?" The girl looked to the side and Azul's heart sped up, thinking he said something wrong. "I saw this book once that your name means blue. I was just wondering if that's the reason why you have that name. Your eyes are pretty blue, too."

"I can ask my parents later…"

Their brief meeting was cut short when a voice from afar yelled, the girl quickly getting onto the boat as it waddled in the water. "I'll wait for your answer tomorrow. Can I see you here again?" She asked, her wet face smiling down at him and he nodded. "Great! Bye, Azul!" With a snap of her fingers, the small anchor pulled up and the boat sped away with a torrent of water. The two of them waving goodbye as the distance between them grew and grew.

"Tomorrow…"

When he got back to the classroom, the teacher scolded him for being late and the usual pattern of torment began again but somehow the promise he made with the girl with the golden eyes made him push through. He didn't sleep easy that night, especially with the excitement he held in his heart. He couldn't wait for tomorrow. He couldn't wait to see her.

Their new meeting place was along the rocky cavern where she could sit and on her lap was a book propped up for him to see. Her finger pointed at a word. "See? Azul. It means blue in different languages." Azul leaned against the rocks' the push and pull of the water against his dark skin. "It's a possibility. I never really thought about it that way."

It was his turn to show her something, a shell with scribbles of writings. They figured early that books from underwater were not easy to bring on land so Azul immediately switched to the gathered shells he had. "I like to read grimoires sometimes and I put anything I find interesting into a shell. Any spell I like is in there."

Taking the shell from his palm, the girl took a look at it and reading its inscriptions. "This spell…"

Azul nodded his head. "It's a spell to change the color of something. It can be anything too."

"Can I try it out?"

"Can you do magic?"

"A little bit."

"Do it."

Taking a small rock into her hand, the girl looked to the shell to recite the color-changing spell. "Like a rainbow in your palm and voice ever calm, may the item you wish to change be yours to arrange." The rock began to glow, reflecting a myriad of colors like glass under the summer sun. Its shine subsided, the stone suddenly a deep blue. She held it up, staring into it. "Wow…"

"Pretty neat, huh?" Azul smiled up at her when she nodded. "This is super cool! What else do you know, I want to show this to my family later." It was shell after shell of small spells that almost lit up the cavern they stayed in and soon, the floor was littered with shining rocks and off-color stones. The girl sighed, trying to regain her breathing while Azul collected the shells to his chest. "You shouldn't use your magic all willy nilly, you might overblot."

"That's okay. I'm strong, I can't overblot!"

Azul's grimace and amusement weren't hidden and the two laughed with each other, their soft voices echoing through the empty cavern.

"Will I see you here again, Azul?"

There was a silence between them, a beat of hesitation, but Azul leaned against the soft rock with a smile. "If only you bring another book with you."

The next day, she was late to the meeting but Azul paid no mind to it. In her hands was a big book about mountains and their animals and on her knee was a scratch. "Are you okay?" he asked, pointing his nubby finger at her wound to which he just shook her head. "The kids I play with can be rowdy at times but I didn't want to play with them anymore after that." She set the book down and opened it.

He looked at her eyes, those pretty gold eyes of hers, and his shoulders hunched a small bit. He knows those eyes. When they droop and look at nothing when the brows are low and furrowed.

"Hold still."

With a careful hand and concentrated magic, Azul continued to look at her knee as he let magic flow from within him to her knee. The skin began to close and the pain had subsided, her eyes widened while his closed.

"Azul?"

He opened his eyes, a hand had stroked his drying hair. He pushed himself too much, it seems, and his friend took to letting him rest against the rocks. Her smile was soft and her eyes no longer looking like they were before, the eyes were warm and the brows relaxed. The wound on her knee was smaller now.

"Thanks." She told him, bringing her legs to her chest. "Here. I'll tell you about elephants."

He leaned in further, careful not to wet the book. "Huh, they're different from the ones we have in the sea."

"Sea elephants, right?"

"Yup. They're all blubbery and have really large noses. We don't usually see them around here but I heard they can get pretty mean." He looks down at the rock in thought. "But they are pretty big like land elephants." The girl closes the book with a huff. "I'll take your word for it. Now, show me what you've got."

Smiling, he set a few shells down.

"Here's the spell I saw today—."

Azul rested on the rocks, his hand tracing the markings on the shells he brought. The cavern was empty and silent, his mind whirling to the girl he was supposed to meet in that same spot. He turned the shell over and traced his finger on the grove patterns.

"Azul, sorry I'm late."

She came in, drenched in water. "What happened?" He asked suddenly and she just smiled at him, a smile he didn't exactly trust was telling the truth. "I just thought to take a shower on the way here, that's all." His eyes followed her as she sat down with a book on her lap. "Was it the kids again?"

Her shoulders slumped and her lips were pursed. "I…They get rowdy. I thought I could outrun them." She took a look at her drenched form with an awkward laugh. "But at least the book is safe. It's about plants this time." Azul continued to stare at them, blinking and nudging the shells forward. "You protected the book from them, didn't you?"

"I did." With a watery smile, she nodded her head and brows furrowed. "…I did."

She clutched the book closer to her chest and Azul reached over to pat her good knee. "Azul, you'll always be here, right? You're never going to stop being my friend, right?" Golden eyes mixed with clear glass, her voice sounded so desperate and broken that Azul couldn't help but feel the sadness drip from her lips. He squeezed her knee just a little bit.

"I will. I promise."

The next time they met, they were on the small boat they met in with Azul holding onto its bamboo fixtures. "What's life like in the sea?" She asked suddenly, her feet paddling against the water. "It's mostly wet and there's a lot of fish around…" Azul began, his eyes downcast at the water below. "School is like a record and people can be mean sometimes, you have to look out for sharks of giant squids, and the currents are sometimes a butt to deal with."

Her golden eyes flickered for a moment and she chuckled, eyes closed, smile light, and brows furrowed. "Not much different from life on land, huh? But having pretty fins or tentacles seems fun too." She looks to Azul and for a second she hesitates.

"Can you turn me into one?"

He is silent for a moment, surprised and confused why someone on land would want that. "Um…" He stuttered, his face flushed and eyes downcast. "I don't think…My magic can do that, yet." Her golden eyes remained warm and she shook her head. "I'm just kidding."

Yet Azul had a feeling she wasn't.

"Is it because of the kids?" He asked curiously but she stayed silent, opting not to answer and instead asked a question in return.

"You'll always be my friend, right?"

He nodded his head without a second thought but was confused why she would think to ask that.

"I…I will. Of course, I will."

She rubbed her knee, feeling for the closed wound and sniffling after being exposed to the cold water of yesterday.

He waited in the cavern the entire day, waiting for her to show up. His shells were prepared but with no one to look at them. He should have known this would happen, he should have known it was too good to be true. He sulked against the smooth rock and felt the washed brush and leave his back. She never came.

Had he done something wrong? She would have told him.

Perhaps she got bored of him…The spells he showed were the most basic as they come, it wasn't enough. Azul pulled away from the rocks and looked deeper into the empty cavern. Something cold froze his insides yet licked his body like fire, he felt his eyes sting.

He should have known better.

He left the shells on the edge and went back to sea, never looking back from the place he once held hope in. He forced himself not to cry. He forced himself not to feel sad and only let his feels show when he found himself in his special spot.

He covered his face, remembering their chance meeting, her red sandal, and golden eyes. He remembered her smile, the promise they made. Azul shook his head, telling himself to forget. Forget. FORGET!

Suddenly, a piece of seaweed hit his head and the voice of two boys whispered above him. "I told you that wasn't a trashcan, Floyd." One chided. "What, I'm just gonna throw wherever this and get in trouble? C'mon Jade." He swats the piece of seaweed out of the pot and popped his head out. "Do you mind?"

"Ack!"

Two eels floated before him and one's eyes were wide in surprise and the other the mix of amusement and a face that just oozes of 'I-told-you-so' energy.

"I'm not a trash can, I'm your classmate."

"Huh? Oh wait, you're the one we have science class with." The culprit said, pointing a sharp finger at him. "What's your name again?"

"Azul. Azul Ashengrotto."

"Okay, Octie."

"It's Azul!"

His life turned around when he met the twins, the power that he grew was immense. While Azul was not good at sports as much as the twins; he excelled in books, in his studies, in business. His power allowed him to grant favors, to hold power over those once thought to be strong. For once in his life, no one thought to ever look at him as the stupid, lonely octopus he was once was nor did anyone think to lay a hand on him.

And things were fine that way.

But more often than not, he would catch himself thinking about the girl he once became friends with and wondering what she was doing or if that wound on her knee was doing okay. Even after the sudden departure, their brief friendship never left his mind nor did the memories lose their sweetness. His feelings were a mix of resentment, curiosity, or sadness, and even guilt.

He would look up from the seafloor to the shining surface above and wonder if she would be there waiting.

"Azul, there's someone who wants to see you." Says Jade.

But the business was always his priority. He turned away from the surface but his heart never could. "Coming." He swam away but his feelings stayed in one place, yearning and hating for the day he'll come to see her.

Though time heals wounds, the bitter sting of remembrance was something he disliked immensely. Azul's trips to the sea were less frequent and when he did, it was usually to visit his family and help around. With school done for the year and the family business running smoothly, there wasn't much he could do now but bide away his time.

He swam through the open ocean, his legs propelling him around the deep blue. He would resurface no long after to look at the sun and the water around him, his eyes adjusting to the sudden appearance of light after he had been in the dark blue depths long. It was noon, a time when fishermen slept and left the waters quiet.

He swam in a certain direction, to a place he once knew. A cavern-like entrance where he pulled himself up and bare feet touching the ground. For the short time he had spent there, he had memorized every crevice and detail.

"It's like it never changed."

He walked further in and looked in the deepest nook, he saw a tinge of color. Old shells packed into a neat pile, his old shells that he gave away to his friend. Looking back on it, he realized the two of them went through the same thing and wishing the same wishes. She was just more vocal about them.

He picked one up from the pile, it was the spell that allowed an object to change its color.

"Ah, this one takes me back."

Even how short their friendship was, he had fun just talking to her. While it was sad he never got to see her again after that day, he enjoyed it while it lasted. He returned the shell to its pile and moved to turn around, a figure stopped blocked his path.

Red sandals, eyes like melting gold, hair stringy from seawater, and a spear with two fish held to their side.

"Azul?" Her voice was just as he remembered.

The moment was short and Azul's breathing stopped for only a few seconds. A warmth passed through him, a wave of nostalgia. "You're back." He said, his shoulders bobbing through his airy laughs "I waited for a long time, y'know? Now look at us, we're bigger now." She discarded her spear to the ground and ran towards him, one of her sandals leaving her food as he hugged him.

No words were said between them, their arms looping around each other in an embrace both seemed to be ready and yearning for. Her nose buried into his shoulder and his hands in her wet hair. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "I'm so sorry I left. I just couldn't—I had to leave. I wanted to go to you but—! She sputtered into your skin. "I had no time left to say goodbye. I'm sorry."

"I made a promise, didn't I?" He said, pulling away from her.

Their foreheads connected, ah, how long had it been since he felt so vulnerable? There were so many things he wanted to say and he knew she also felt the same. Perhaps another time the two of them could put two and two together.

"I'll always be here."

#works from the typewriter #twisted wonderland #twst #Azul Ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #Female reader

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moos-cow · 3 years

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TWST OC WEEK Day 6: Farewell

OC: Dorothy Linwalt

The NRC Graduation was as special, if not even more special than the opening ceremonies. Aside from the students, family and special guests were invited to witness the closing of the students' NRC life.

The formal rites were held in the same room where the students had their opening ceremonies. The candidates donned their finest ceremonial robes, while the undergrads who volunteered to be ushers and usherettes watched from the sides as their seniors went up on stage. The dorm leaders, regardless of year, were required to attend to recognize their outstanding members.

Formal and peaceful is what it usually was. Following the ceremonies, there was a special banquet prepared for everyone at the dining hall.

Lively chatter filled the hall. Parents, professors, and guardians chatted with one another as the students met up with their friends once again after being away for months due to their internship. Although they did come back for the cultural festival held every February, most of them still used this time to finish their research and papers.

"Have you told them yet, little one? We will be leaving tonight." Lilia reminded the young Linwalt who was then caught up in watching her parents chat away with the Schoenheits. Business as usual I guess.

She shook her head to the fae; she was waiting for the right time to tell them, but she didn't really know when the right time was, or even how to tell them.

"Ah, Dorothy! Look how much you've grown!" a jolly lady called out from her side, one she fondly remembered as one of the elders who took great care of her too. "Congratulations! My, my! Cater never mentioned anything about what an achiever you are!"

"Mrs Diamond! It's been too long! Congratulations as well!" she beamed the mother a smile and pressed her cheeks against hers in a friendly, familial kiss.

"Time flies by fast, don't you think? Ah, one day you and little Cay were just playing out in the garden, then the next thing we knew, you're both going your own ways!"

Dorothy nodded to Mrs Diamond’s musings; she'd been watching her son take numerous photos and groupies with every group he could get his hands on.

"Do you have any plans yet? Cay mentioned that he'd be taking some months off first."

"I haven't really given it much thought..." she cooed, even if she knew exactly where she had to go after graduation. Explaining things to her would be too troublesome for both parties anyway.

"Acceptable. This is a drastic shift for you all anyway. But, I know you'll be able to find it soon. As your father says, there's nothing-"

"There's nothing a Linwalt can't do, yes." Dorothy chuckled, finishing Mrs Diamond's statement with her. She bid her farewells as soon as she saw her parents part from the Schoenheits.

Her father approached her, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, kissed her forehead and tugged her hood lower on her face. "Ah well isn't it our little butterscotch! Congratulations again, my dear." Before she could even muster a reply, her mother chimed in to call them both. The lady had the headmaster in tow.

There she was, the overly enthusiastic mother who had the chance to speak with the famed school's headmaster. To be honest, this would be pretty new to them, given that both Mr and Mrs Linwalt graduated from RSA.

The headmaster sounded a bit panicked from his usual, but he's still as gracious as he boasts. He congratulated them, and even boasted about the young Linwalt's exemplary performances. Thankfully, he never mentioned the terrible incidents she got caught up in during her stay— overblots and all. He did understand the outlook of RSA graduates towards these issues.

"Ah, Ms Linwalt, I've heard from Mr Vanrogue that you'll be working with the Draconias from--" She made a sudden face at the headmaster, pleading for him to shut up; but his words left his lips sooner than she had hoped.

Both her parents gave her questioning looks.

"I'm sorry, she'll be what now?" Mrs Linwalt called out to the headmaster, fingers splayed above her chest in sudden shock.

Dorothy let out a heavy, heavy sigh. She excused the headmaster, and he left with a curt bow to the family, along with the big oops painted across his masked face.

"I'll be working at the Valley of Thorns. That's what the headmaster meant." she briefly stated as a matter of factly to her parents.

Her father frowned, "What do you mean you'll work there? I thought we talked this over? The printing press, remember? Isn't that why you had your internship-"

"I had my internship back home so I could spend more time with you." her voice slightly raised above the idle murmur of the crowd, but she quickly softened it to a respectful tone, "But eventually I still need to leave for the Valley of Thorns."

"Need? What do you think you are? Someone they can just order around?" her mother's voice began to raise, both in tone and in volume— a sign that she was getting mad.

Some heads began to turn their way, but she just decided to turn the other way to avoid suspicion. She opened and then closed her mouth, eyes darting around with hopes that she'd find the proper words on the faces of people. "I... No, but..."

"Mr Linwalt and Mrs Linwalt, I assume. A pleasant afternoon to you both, some refreshments for the lovely family?" a familiar sing-song voice called out from over her shoulder. Azul had been managing the banquet just until then when he eyed someone getting into trouble with her parents, and with the slight raise in her mother's voice, he had to chime in to keep the mood light.

They both got the ombre blue shimmering drinks, a sip from both and some silence later, their heads started to cool down.

"Mom, Dad... You see, it's not a job I applied for, but it is one that falls burden to my family. As the only child, it is one I am obliged to take." she slowly spoke, swirling the watered down drink in her hand. "I'm sorry, I should've told you sooner, but-"

"Your family? But aren't we your family? Isn't it just right that you stay here, with us? Howard, please." her mother tried to call her out again, even with the brash attempt to ask for her husband's support.

But it was like a pin had popped her patience balloon all over again. "Sevens! Have you already forgotten what I am? What you did to me?" pinching her nose bridge with her index and thumb, she stilled, and tried to compose herself again before further reasoning out. "Yes, you are my family. But I... I'm a fae, mother, and as much as I would want to, I can't stay and leave my responsibilities behind. Apparently, a path has been set there for me even before I was born. It just so happened that I was taken away before I knew it."

Her mother brought her hand to her lips and just walked away. Shocked was the least of her reactions. Of course she'll lose it. One of her prized exotics will be leaving her lot, Dorothy thought. But her father stayed, disappointment painted across his face but still willing to listen and understand.

"Forgive her. She's... Just in shock." Dorothy nodded in silence, tears pricking her eyes. She wasn't expecting things to turn out as bad as they did. "When will you need to leave then?"

"Tonight."

Her father pulled her into a tight hug, one she really needed right then. Honestly, it broke her heart to leave them like that. There was still so much to say, but so little time; but she was left with no choice.

She cried in his arms, apologizing vaguely as her dark makeup stained his crisp shirt and coat.

He rubbed comfortable circles across her back, "Shhh, we'll see each other again soon, right? No need for tears, butterscotch." She nodded, even though she didn't know when ‘soon’ will be.

When her cries calmed down, he took his hanky and wiped off the stray tears and smudged make up off her face. "You'll do great, dear. I just know it. You know why?" He cupped her face with both his hands and placed a light kiss on her head, "— Because there's nothing a Linwalt can't do."

This cliche statement he always bragged about finally made her smile, even for just a bit. "I'll miss you so so much, dad."

From the end of the room, she could see the Diasomnia seniors exiting the hall already, save for Malleus, Nadia, and Lilia waiting for her by the threshold.

Before she left, she looked for her mother. Though she looked everywhere her tired eyes could reach, she couldn't find her in the hall. Luckily, she found Azul refilling the glasses by the banquet table.

Eyes swollen and make up ruined, Azul almost threw hands at the first sight of her, "Oya, my dear, what happened to you?!"

She brushed a stray tear from her cheek and just shook her head to the junior, "Have you seen my mother? Slightly taller than me, of medium built, she's wearing a red-"

"Calm down, I know what she looks like. Hm, I saw her leave the hall earlier, perhaps she's out at the main road. All the other passageways around campus are closed."

With a quick hold to his hand in thanks, she stormed off to the college's main road, Zooming past Malleus, Nadia, and Lilia on the way out, "I'll be right back!"

Azul was right. She was there, standing in front of the statue of the Witch of Thorns, casually wiping her nose with every sniffle. "Mom?" she softly called out, slightly panting from running down and out of the building.

The sun almost set over the horizon. Ruby and amber painted the stone pathways of her, then, alma mater

"You know, I never really wanted you to study here. Your father and I were overjoyed when we received your acceptance letter and invitation from RSA..." Her mother spoke, still facing the statue, as if the elegant witch were actually listening to every word she said. "But it looks like fate has its own mysterious way of being known."

Dorothy sauntered over to her mother, hesitantly touched her hand and held it firmly.

"Mom," Dorothy softly called out with a little tug on the hand she held. When her mother finally turned to face her, she held out her free hand open, palm up, allowing some magic to flow— white mist crystalizing at the center of her palm, creating an intricate snowflake pendant necklace. Her mother watched in awe, seeing her daughter cast such magic with ease.

"For you, so that I'll always be with you wherever I go." Dorothy held out the necklace to her mother, a little smile gracing her soft features. Her mother took the necklace and studied the magical piece of work closely with her bare eyes.

"I really can't convince you to stay?"

"I'm afraid not, mother."

"Stay for dinner, then."

Dorothy shook her head at her mother's final attempt and request, "We'll be leaving tonight."

The older Linwalt turned her head to stare back at the statue of the Witch of Thorns, leaving her daughter's hand empty and cold once again. "Faes— wouldn't you agree that they're fascinating creatures?"

"As are humans, mother."

A short pause came from her mother before she finally spoke up again, letting out a sigh in her wake, "Is it too late for you to accept my sincerest of apologies? For everything?"

She fondled with the hems of her robe; uneasiness building up in her at the fear of being too direct with her mother. "I... I don't know. That...thing, it took so, so much away from me. But, in turn, it has gifted me some things that can't ever be replaced."

The faint sounds of chatter echoed from within the building, guests and students began to take their leave. Dorothy's phone chimed as well— a text perhaps, they might be looking for her.

"I understand," her mother sheepishly nodded. She'd always been a proud, eccentric woman; much like a certain hunter from Pomefiore, she found beauty in some of the oddest things.

"I just have one request..." her mother turned to face her, tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she cupped the precious necklace in both hands, "Don't be a stranger, okay?"

She was relieved to finally have a blessing of sorts and threw herself, hugging her mother tightly out of the blue as if they were to never see and touch one another again. "I won't, mom. Never in a million years. I swear to the Seven."

A quick ring came from her phone, but before she could answer it, a young man clad in black and green called out from behind both the mother and daughter, causing them to break their little moment to turn towards him. "Doty senp- ah-"

"Silver,"

Quick to realize the moment he broke, the junior slightly bowed to both mother and daughter, "My apologies, Mrs Linwalt, senpai, but, the old- uh, Lilia sent me to escort you back to the dorm."

Her mother gave her a little nudge towards the student. Dorothy looked at her, only to see a little smile grace her thin wine stained lips. "Go on butterscotch. We'll see you soon."

She mouthed bye to her mother before sauntering off to Silver's side. Silver knew of his senior's predicament, so he gave her space, allowing their walk back to be quiet, save for the videos from Cater's messages she was watching on her phone.

‘Hi hi, Dots! It's your favorite among your favorite Diamonds, Cay-kun~! …’

‘Enough of that Cay! Doty!!!! Our baby Cay mentioned that you won't be coming back anytime soon! We'll miss doting on our adopted little sister…’

‘Fufufu. Well, I'm glad you got to figure things out already, dear. I'm sure your parents are very proud of you already…’

They arrived at the front doors of Diasomnia with one of the sophomores waiting just outside for their arrival. The students gathered at the main room, eagerly listening to the speech of their new dorm leader. Formal, as usual. Uptight, and not an ounce of humor to his words.

She stood beside Lilia at the side of the room with the other seniors. The veteran fae looked at her with his face closing in on purpose to get her to look at him; and she did. "How was the talk, child?"

"Okay, I guess." she answered curtly, not willing to expound any further on the topic. Silver shook his head to Lilia in earnest, prompting him to not press any further questions; he did know how curious his old man could get.

A short pause from both, then she tapped Lilia's shoulder before turning away, "I should go and pack up."

Bags packed and room kept, just like when she first arrived at the dorm. A short knock to the door broke her from her musings on the many memories from her stay at the college. "Come in!"

She was expecting one of her assigned guards to be the one to call her down, but the too low tone told her otherwise. "Are you ready, dearest?"

She nodded, turning to the fae at the threshold of her room. Then, with a short wave of her hand, her bags gently lifted off from the bed and easily hovered over to her side.

"Wait," Malleus abruptly called before both of them were surrounded with the swirling lights of green fireflies. In a moment's time, their robes changed to black and gold embellished clothes. Sleek, elegant, and regal.

She cocked her head slightly to the side in obvious question, earning her a brief explanation from the man pouting before her, "It is... tradition."

"It's a nice touch." she chuckled as she fixed the little golden tie accessory he wore.

His lips curved up to a smile the moment hers did. Truly, she emanated the strength of her mother and the optimism of her father— both, human and fae alike.

Malleus extended his hand to her, one she'd be willing to take again and again, no matter what the circumstances were. "Shall we?"

As expected, she took it without a sliver of regret, "Let's go home."

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