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Rook, Ortho: Princess Power
BRUH 💀 Go figure, giving the guy obsessed with beauty two of the least flattering screenshots in his background frames… But hey, his groovy is very different from everyone else’s so far! ^^ Very relaxed and peaceful.
Cbjssbjsjskendb new tidbits about pre-Pomefiore Rook?? He used to cut his own hair with a knife and focused on keeping his bangs out of his line of sight… and he wasn’t as confident about his style (mood). It’s also interesting to know that he started doing ballet on Vil’s recommendation, and that has helped a lot with his posture, working out muscles he doesn’t normally use, and appreciating the art of performances. We love Pomefiore out here breaking gender norms 👊
A Tale as Old as Time.
Rook drew out a longing sigh, gently easing into the quiet of the museum. The soft sound lingered, coiling around his fingers like thread from a spool. It, too, did not wish to part ways with the stunning beauty laid out bare before it.
A fair maiden was framed in shining platinum. Hair black as ebony, lips as red as the rose, and skin as white as snow... Truly, she was the fairest in all the land.
Her graceful frame was folded, kneeling on the forest floor to greet the woodland creatures that had gathered. The pale yellow skirt of her gown spilled out, blue bodice and puff sleeves fitted well by her figure. Her face round and gentle, in spite of the high collar encircling it, crowed by a petite red bow.
Here was pure innocence, a young girl reveling in nature.
“Beauté,” he marveled—to no one in particular, but such beauty warranted verbal acknowledgement.
“It seems that this painting has captured your interest, Rook Hunt-san!” a voice chirped. A neon blue light emanated from the darkness, accompanied by the silver flash of metal.
“Bonjour!” Rook greeted Ortho. "I must confess, I have been enchanted by this particular work of art! The brush strokes, masterful! The composition, immaculate!! The subject—oh, how it makes my heart quiver with nostalgia!! I am a man close to being moved to tears!!”
Ortho curiously glanced at the girl and her animal friends. No strong emotions arose within up from him. Perhaps he did not feel as much, or perhaps Rook felt too much. “Is there a sentimental experience or memory you have related to this painting…?”
“Oui! It is a tale as old as time.” Rook gestured to the snow white young lady. “They say that this maiden was a princess forced to flee from her home country, as a hostile presence threatened her life. She retreated into the woods and found comfort in a humble life there. Her tenacity is most admirable!!”
“Tenacity… That’s the value that Pomefiore was founded on!” Ortho, floating overhead, beamed at Rook. “I understand why you would like that story. It has a good moral that sticks with you.”
“That is the beauty of telling tales! They inspire those who hear of it, ensuring that the spirit of the story is never truly extinguished.” The huntsman’s eyes held a keep glint to them. “Tell me, Ortho-kun. What do you believe makes a princess?”
The boy blinked. A split second, and he had already input the term into an internal search engine, the formal definition loaded up to recite.
“Prin-cess, noun. The daughter of a monarch or wife to a prince. A woman having sovereign power.”
“An efficient, succinct answer!” Rook applauded, his cheer never faltering. “However, my desire is to know your interpretation. In Ortho-kun’s own words, what makes a princess?”
“My own…?” The words stretched, unsure, on his tongue. Ortho hesitated—seeking, processing, and analyzing. Rook’s heartbeat sounded where there was the space for the boy to think.
Then, finally, Ortho spoke.
“From what I’ve observed in movies and books, the princess is a pop culture icon. She’s usually presented as a role model for little girls. Someone who is beautiful, dainty, and composed, wearing a pretty dress and a glittering crown."
A pause. Ortho assessed Rook’s hard-to-read, bright expression.
“… Is that closer to the response you were looking for, Rook Hunt-san?” he asked.
To this, the third year’s lips quirked. “There is no correct or incorrect answer! I was curious to see your perspective. Everyone holds one that differs, lenses of all designs and colors with which to see the world through! You have my most heartfelt thanks for sharing your view with me.”
"Oh, I see! You're collecting data from a variety of sources to compare to a standard." The android (literally) lit up from within. "Let me ask the same back! Rook Hunt-san, what do you think makes a princess?"
"Mon dieu! You've set my own trap upon me," Rook teased.
The Beautiful Queen, the Fair Maiden, Vil, his peers... So many fragments of beauty in his collection. Plucked, collected, hoarded.
He ran a finger along his chin, contemplating. The thoughts assembled like a collage. Ideas taken, cut up, and pasted together into a new, glorious artwork.
"A princess can be many things," Rook declared with certainty. "They are a princess to their very core, even when their power is stripped from them or they are dressed in only ashes and rags. What defines them is not royal heritage or political influence, but the strength of their character, their values and virtues. They are not bound by a singular trait, but are aspirations to all in their own ways."
Ortho's eyes swelled. "Eh...? That's so broad! By your definition, anyone could be a princess—even you or I!”
The huntsman threw his head back and laughed. "Broad it may be, but I am of the opinion that we all have it in us to live up to the title~”
He indicated the woman in the platinum frame. Ortho’s gaze obediently followed. "Even without a kingdom to call her own, she remained kind-hearted rather than turn to cruelty. That is why she was, and always will be, a noble soul. A princess who puts out good into the world.”
“Rook Hunt-san…”
“Ortho-kun!” Rook dramatically extended an arm to him. He was practically sparkling in the dim room. “I, too, endeavor to put out as much beauty as what is gifted to me! That is my one true calling as the Hunter of Love: to not only seek out beauty, but to cultivate and to contribute to it!”
Ortho silently stared. Nii-san did warn me that Rook Hunt-san could be eccentric, but… maybe there’s some meaning to be found in it.
Cutting through the numbers and the formulas that governed him was a fuzzy warmth. Not the familiar jolt of electricity that powered his circuits. It was too wild, too unpredictable.
Something undeniably human.
Ortho let out a giggle. "Hehe. Then you must be a princess too!"
Rook's mouth formed a small "o". Unsubtle surprise—or perhaps purposefully exaggerated. "Me? Whatever makes you think that?"
"Strength of character!" Ortho parroted mischievously. "I've never met someone as uplifting as you are. Rook Hunt-san is the type of person that sees a princess in everyone."
The boy lowered himself to a few centimeters off of the ground, pretending to dip into a curtsey. "Your majesty!"
"Fufufu. You're quite charming yourself, Princess Ortho-kun!" Rook bent into a deep bow. "Most clever in all the land, computing complex problems in the blink of an eye!”
Upon straightening, the third year laid both hands over his heart. He lifted his head toward the painting of the fair maiden in the forest. A serene smile at his lips.
It was as if he was pledging his allegiance, making a vow. A worshipper at the altar to pray.
“May we all live happily ever after,” Rook whispered raptly, “like the princesses of old.”
Forever and ever.
#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#Rook Hunt#Rook birthday takeover#spoilers#something no one asked for#twst scenarios#twst imagines#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#Ortho Shroud#I hope y'all notice but Rook was basically describing what makes a Disney 'princess'#since not all of them in the lineup are actually royalty
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ㅤㅤㅤ ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ❞
— WRITING LIST.
—: nail vibes: snippet undecided.
—: .iii summoning reactions: feat. leona, ruggie, jack.
—: pucker up!: snippet riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus.
—: the lost records of the court: oc lore feat. ren
— 3O DAYS OF WONDERLAND.
—: day three: move night. poly!fic ace, deuce.
—: day four: dorm takeover. fic ignihyde.
—: day five: game au. fic leona.
—: day six: the lead. fic heartslabyul.
—: day seven: merfolk. fic azul.
—: day eight: plushies. fic idia.
—: day nine: rainy day. fic rook.
—: day ten: soulmates au. fic sebek.
—: day eleven: massage. fic ruggie.
—: day twelve: father’s day. fic crewel.
—: day thirteen: telephone game. fic vil.
—: day fourteen: club. fic silver.
—: day fifteen: daycare au. fic pomefiore, scarabia.
—: day sixteen: potion mishap. fic epel.
—: day seventeen: detention. fic trein.
—: day eighteen: fright night. fic jade.
—: day nineteen: fae. fic malleus.
—: day twenty: mafia au. fic diasomnia.
—: day twenty-one: lost. fic neige.
—: day twenty-two: culinary crucible. fic trey.
—: day twenty-three: sick. fic lilia.
—: day twenty-four: mystery shop. fic sam.
—: day twenty-five: self-aware au. fic riddle.
—: day twenty-six: teacher’s conference. fic crowley,
—: day twenty-seven: cat’s life. fic grim.
—: day twenty-eight: teacher’s assistant. fic vargas.
—: day twenty-nine: flying high. fic kalim.
—: day thirty: freebie. fic cater.
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ㅤㅤㅤ ❝ 𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 ❞
— WRITTEN WORKS.
: cr!au series: as the name suggests, contrary roles, the player is the character who takes their place, and the character takes the player’s place. au created by dollxmania / chocodollxren.
—: .i summoning reactions: feat. riddle, trey, cater.
—: .ii summoning reactions: feat. ace, deuce.
: misc: works not apart of any specific series, one shots, snippets, headcanons, or others. may range from over a thousand words, to a mere paragraph per character.
—: happy birthday, mon cherie / mein liebling: poly!fic vil, rook.
—: kiss, please!: snippet trey, ruggie, jade, jamil, rook, lilia.
—: happy birthday, your highness: fic leona.
—: the delicious taste of you with the sauce☆: fic jamil.
—: kabedonning them: snippet riddle, leona, floyd, jamil, vil, idia, sebek.
—: merform snippets!: snippet azul, jade, floyd.
—: vampire bites!: snippet vil, rook, epel.
— 3O DAYS OF WONDERLAND.
—: day one: amusement park. fic floyd.
—: day two: overblot. fic jamil.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑！ ❞
do not request.
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Rook, Leona: Look a Little Closer
BLESS TWST FOR THE PETTINESS, IT NEVER DISAPPOINTS 🙏 xjdvsjdnsksvs The way Leona is just. So done with this situation and wants to get out ASAP, but Rook is babbling and prolonging the conversation and making Leona deeply uncomfortable with it—
Rook has a lot of insightful things to say about art!! When you look at a work again, sometimes you’ll notice things that you didn’t before; I also understand the feeling of being so passionate about a work of art that you fixate on it, analyze it, and excitedly discuss it with others. That’s basically what I do for TWST 😂
P.S. Glad it only took 30 rolls for me to get Rook!! The lighting and the scattering petals in his Groovy are so gorgeous 😭 Oh, and it seems like the Groovy poses are based on what the boys do during various Flying lesson animations! No hands on the broom though… Rook, buddy. I don’t care if you’re trying to T-pose or do the Titanic. Your ass is going to come tumbling out of the sky—
A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.
“What do you do on your days off?”
“I often enjoy attending the theater or watching movies. Plays, musicals, dramas, films of all genres--I enjoy them all.” Rook’s eyes glinted with keen interest. “Why, quite recently--this last weekend, in fact--I rewatched one of my favorite dramas with Epel-kun!
“I must have already seen it 100 times by now, and yet it never fails to allure me.” He sighed lovingly, his gaze clouding with adoration.
“You are a man with refined tastes, Roi des Lions, so perhaps you’ve heard of this drama? It is a harrowing tale of a monster that seeks to be like man... Alas!! He is shunted at every opportunity. It truly begs of us, Is there humanity to be found in every beast, just as there is a beast to be found in every human?”
Leona’s face twisted into a scowl. “Okay, I’m going to stop you right there. I don’t need such another long-winded answer.”
We’ll never get done with this interview at the rate this is going.
“My, did I overstep my bounds?”
“That’s all you ever do,” Leona snorted.
To this, the birthday boy only chuckled. “Pardon, I wished to be more accommodating of you.”
“More what?”
“I noticed, Leona-kun, that you hesitated earlier when I assured you that it would be no trouble at all were you to request that I elaborate on my hobbies.” Rook’s half-smile was reminiscent of a semicircle of moon: half dark, half light, one hundred percent mystery. “Even the ever so fierce Leona-kun can have his moments of skittishness, left too shy to approach with his inquiries. I thought to consider those feelings and to move along the conversation myself!”
“Tch. I’m damned if I play your game, and I’m damned if I don’t. You just do and say whatever you want anyway.” There was a snideness set in Leona’s voice. “I think I’ve heard just about enough about what you do in your spare time. Staring at people, recreating things in creepily close detail, incessantly watching the same things over and over--”
Expecting different results. For a change of fate, a reward for all that effort.
The very definition of insanity.
“Fufu. There is bliss to be found in such simplicity, Roi des Lions.” Rook tenderly laid a hand upon his heart, extending the other to the sky above. “To observe is to glean new details with each pass of the eyes, to indulge in the senses until one is entirely entranced...!!"
“... You’re really something alright.” Leona placed a hand on his hip, eyes cut with suspicion. “You really think there’s that much fun to watch grass grow or watch paint dry--even if it’s faked?”
“Whether real or staged, it matters not. The emotions being conveyed are always genuine!”
“Now you’re just lying through your teeth. Putting on airs, lying, deception--”
He saw himself in a crown of crumpled cardboard. A harsh wind roared, sending it scattering as fine particles of sand. Another roar ravaged the sky as he desperately clawed to reclaim his crown.
The pathetic sound came from him.
Pretending to be something you’re not.
“--They’re all natural parts of life. How can you say those feelings, too, are ‘true’?”
“Oui. They are as true as the blood in my veins and the breath in my lungs. Art comes in many forms, you see. However, no matter what form it may be beholden to, art retains its novelty, and its power to move our hearts.
“When a work of art most resonates with us, that is when the truth is pulled from the lies, and when we feel the same pains and pleasures as the actors upon the stage--and... the actors that we see for ourselves in the mirror. Look closer, and you will find that there may be something there that wasn’t there before.
“But... I’m certain that you were already aware of that, Roi des Lions.” Rook’s lips stretched into a broad grin, a gleam of sunlight twinkling in his eyes. The kind of eyes that looked right through him.
Unnerving, Leona thought, a chill causing his fur to stiffen.
“Of course, if you struggle to find that connection, I would be more than happy to recommend a few titles! I believe you would enjoy a number of historical films. We could have a whole movie watching party to ourselves! I would be ecstatic to discuss the intricacies of...”
“No thanks.”
“You needn’t refuse! No need to be shy! Come now, I wish to get to know my beloved classmate better~”
“What part of keep your nose out of other people’s business don’t you get?”
“... D’accord,” Rook agreed, playfully holding both of his hands up. “My business is hereby minded!”
A (relieved, annoyed?) sigh hissed out. “If only you stayed like this all of the time, my life would be so much easier.”
The corners of Rook’s mouth quivered with delight. “Ah, and there it is--your ‘truth’, Leona-kun. Elusive, but as beautiful as the dawn to a new day.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve run your mouth plenty enough as is. It’s about time you packed up and cleared out.”
“Oh...!!”
Leona practically chucked a broom at Rook, a flurry of white petals fluttering to the ground as the birthday boy seized it. Sturdy, with a good weight--the broom felt familiar in his hands, like a bird that had migrated home from the winter season. Soft as freshly fallen snow, petals as pale as the pages of an unwritten story.
“Beauté. This is a most wonderful bouquet. I am touched to be the recipient of such a dazzling arrangement!”
“Good for you. If you’re so excited, then best scram,” Leona urged him, “get out of here. Your birthday party’s waitin’ for you to appear and show off your flashy flowers.”
“Fufu, very well. The happiness of all the well wishes I’ve received shall propel me along the birthday road!” With a twirl, Rook easily mounted the broom. The flowers began to glitter, his feet smoothly lifting from the ground.
Leona managed a strained smirk. Finally, he’ll be out of my hair.
Then, a few feet into the air, Rook uttered something that made his stomach drop.
“I shall see you for that movie viewing party tomorrow!!” Rook called, plucking a flower from his broomhead and tossing it to Leona. (It landed on his face and limply fell off onto the sidewalk.) “1:00 pm, in the Savanaclaw lounge!”
“Oi, I don’t recall agreeing to that. And when did you decide those details?!”
But Rook (that bastard) was already too far away, too high up (though Leona knew for a fact that with his superhuman hearing the huntsman could hear him, he was just choosing to not respond). Gritting his teeth, the beastman bolted after Rook, shouting after him.
“Who the hell would show up to that?! I’m being serious, I’m NOT havin’ this…! If you show up, I’ll have the fresh meat toss you out, so you’d BETTER not!! Are you even listening to me?!
“LAY OFFFFFFF….!!”
Up in the air, Rook laughed to himself. “It’s good to see him in such high spirits!”
He peered up from the brim of his hat, lifting his head to the horizon.
The sun was up, touching everything in its path with a golden glow. Honey outlined tufts of cotton candy pink clouds, the sky pale cornflower blue. Pastel colors, soft shapes.
How beautiful.
He flung out his arms, embracing the day. Sunlight spilled over him, illuminating a face as bright as his character.
For as much danger as his precarious position posed, Rook Hunt was the only man capable of dancing with it.
#Rook Hunt#Leona Kingscholar#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#Rook birthday takeover#disney twisted wonderland#spoilers#something no one asked for#YES I STUCK IN A BEAUTY AND THE BEAST REFERENCE THIS TIME
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Ruggie, Rook: How Tongues Twist
I was late for Vil’s birthday but on time for Ruggie’s ✨ By chance, the third chapter of the Episode of Savanaclaw manga dropped (in Japanese) today. It’s like the TWST fans also got a birthday present!
It sure must suck for Ruggie to be stuck with Rook as an interviewer 😂 (At least his bouquet isn't all yellow like the weirdness of Trey's/Sebek’s all green bouquets-) Ruggie’s Groovy though 🤡 You see where his feet are???? How the pitch of the heel is riding on the broom handle… Dude’s livin’ life on the edge there, I worry he’ll topple off!!
***Note: I use the Japanese term "madol" for TWST's currency; it is the same as "thaumark" (EN). I also use "Magical Shift"; it is the same as "Spelldrive" (EN).***
A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.
"How do you spend your spare time, Monsieur Dent-de-Lion?"
Ruggie stiffened, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "... This isn't some kinda trick question, is it? Knowing the weird stuff you do for fun, you already know the answer."
In spite of the pointed accusation, Rook's grin persisted. "Non! All that I am aware of is your enduring loyalty to Leona-kun. I've witnessed you many a time headed to the cafeteria or to the Mystery Shop to fetch his desired goods.
"Why, just yesterday, you obtained a deluxe menchi-katsu sandwich at 12:43 pm, only to spend 2 minutes and 31 seconds picking out the lettuce shreddings from it--on account of Roi du Leon's aversion to vegetables. On the way to deliver the meal, you happened upon a 1000 madol bill and so giddily swept it up, humming a merry tune on the rest of the walk."
"Dude, talk about a crazy amount of unnecessary detail!!"
"Fufu. I can see that you like to keep yourself busy. There doesn't appear to be much spare time to speak of in your daily life."
Ruggie sighed, but he didn't press the matter further. Protesting never did him any good with the huntsman. "I guess you could say that. Between my part-time gigs and Magical Shift practice, that doesn't leave me a lot of wiggle room for myself. I do manage to squeeze some in though, 'specially if there's free stuff involved. Gotta take what I can get, nishishishishi!"
"Oh la la~ What dedication to your work. Your tenacity is truly something to behold. It's as though you were a single red rose blooming in a barren desert in defiance of Mother Nature's harshness."
The birthday boy shot Rook a confused stink eye.
"Anyway," Ruggie continued, "I have to beef up my resume if I wanna land a good job after graduation. Extracurriculars and work experience will definitely help with that."
Rook gave a brief laugh. "No doubt that your linguistic abilities will also be a great boon to you. You already possess proficiency in a number of animal languages, as well as knowledge of common phrases in some human tongues from the jobs you've taken up at resorts and hotels over school breaks."
Ruggie's eyes bulged. "... And how exactly do you know that?"
The huntsman's lids lowered, his irises concealed half-moons. His smile, too, turned just as mysterious, even if his tone was still bright as day.
"Call it a lucky guess!"
"There's nothing 'lucky' about that!" Ruggie cried out in exasperation. Sheesh, this guy's nothin' to sneeze at.
He took a breath, settling his frazzled fur and wrangling his nerves. Calm collected, Ruggie threw an impish response at his interviewer.
"You're not too shabby with animal languages yourself. Not surprising, seein' as you spend so much time around animals. You know the language of the City of Flowers too--I heard it when you were talkin' to some of the street vendors on our outing." He brought a curled hand to his mouth. "So you have a connection to that part of Pyroxene or what? Go on, I'm all ears."
Again, Rook gave a laugh. This time, it was accompanied by the slight furrowing of his brows.
"Oh, it's just something I picked up," he said dismissively, then pivoted. "Language can open up new avenues of exploration and communication. In learning such skills, you're thinking of the future, not solely your immediate needs."
"Obviously. Cuz if I get a fish, then I'll eat for a day--but if I learn how to fish, then I'll never go hungry." A corner of Ruggie's mouth went crooked. "Back home, we had to get by day-by-day, but here at Night Raven College, I've got the chance to prove my mettle and make something of myself. If I work hard, then Granny and the neighborhood kids can..."
He didn't finish the statement, but his face shone like a star, as bright as the yellow of dandelion petals.
"Ah, Monsieur Dent-de-Lion!!" Rook gushed, clasping his hands together. "Your heart is as big as your appetite!!"
"Hah?! N-No way, lay off with that!!" Ruggie frantically waved his broom at him, as if sweeping the suggestion under a rug. "The financial security's just nice! I don't wanna worry about where my next meal comes from ever again!!"
"Fufufu, d'accord. I hope that you are able to recognize that dream of yours, remembering your roots and all."
Ruggie rested the handle of his broom on his shoulders. He leaned into Rook, cocking a brow, teeth bared in challenge.
“I got this in the bag.”
Rook's eyes glittered with wonder. "Come then! Show me the unconventional flying technique you've gleaned from your hometown. I wish to engrave your skyward visage into my mind!!"
“Do you really have to make everything sound so dramatic? No matter how many languages I learn to speak, I dunno if I’ll ever fully understand you.”
There was a soft chuckle. “Perhaps that is next on your list of languages to acquire!”
“Not from you for sure though.”
Ruggie shrugged and dropped his broom. It landed with a clatter on the stone staircase, red and purple and yellow petals flittering into the air.
He grinded his heels on the handle, determination welling in his chest. Ruggie gave Rook a look full of cheek.
“Whatever! If it’s a show you want, it’s a show you’ll get. Check this out… a new move I’ve been workin’ on!!”
The birthday boy threw his arms out to his left and to his right. On cue, his broom ascended in a sea of warm, golden sparks.
Rook’s hair flew in his face from the kickback of the takeoff. Clutching onto his feathered hat, he raced after Ruggue. Bewildered, bewitched.
Joyful howling filled the huntsman’s ears. Ruggie teetered only slightly on his ride, arms still splayed wide as he expertly balanced atop of it.
Colorful petals rained down on him like pieces of confetti. Fur and fabric swaying in the wind, Ruggie was like a dandelion seed, the fluff of it dancing in the breeze.
Living life, loving it, and wondering where the wind might carry him.
A hyena surfing throughly the sky, spotlighted and celebrated by sunshine—imagine that, Rook mused.
His tongue, tied at the very sight of it.
#twisted wonderland#twst#Rook Hunt#Ruggie Bucchi#twst imagines#twst scenarios#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#spoilers#Ruggie birthday takeover#something no one asked for#disney twisted wonderland#Rook voice: rats are difficult to communicate with!#Michard Mouse in the mirror: um. hello????????
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Silver, Rook: A Knight in Shining Resolve
it’s fine it’s fine I’M FINE 😌 IT’s NOT eVEN LiKE it’S. a GOOD shOt oF ROoK In THE GROoVY OR AnYTHiNG iiT’S NOT liKE i’M gOiNG InsaanFE OvER BKTH J WoRD QnD RoOK THRowinG THE PiES WiTH ALL THEir MIGHT I Don’T NEED TOROLL WaHAhQhHQhGqhH I SaVE FOR FG OrTHO not me trying to convince myself not to roll for Rook’s nice fingers 😷
... Anyway, Silver looks like he’s holding his arm out for Raven a bird to perch on it!
Imagine this...
“I want to surpass my father someday.”
Rook’s ears piqued. At once, his eyes turned into slivers of joy, and his mouth curved into a smile.
“Such noble goal, such grand ambition!” The huntsman brought his hands together, applauding his junior. “Silver-kun... You truly revere your father, don’t you?”
He solemnly nodded. The aurora of Silver’s eyes shifted. Quiet, thoughtful—the pinks, blues, and purples hugging each other.
“More than anything. He is the one who took me in when I had no one else to turn to, the one who raised me and taught me all that I know. I owe him my life.”
Rook nodded, his smile spreading. “The admiration you have for your father is marvelous. It is a love that transcends the confines of blood!”
“It wasn’t always that way.”
“Oh?”
“I learned at a very early age that I was adopted. I had noticed that my ear shape and that of my father’s were different. At that time, he disclosed that we did not share the same blood.”
Silver’s eyes drifted shut. A twinge of sadness darted across his handsome face. “I was devastated. It felt like my entire world was crumbling apart.
“I said a lot of things that day to father. I regret much of it. If I could turn back time...”
“Je comprend. It is natural for a child to feel the things that you did. Confusion, anger, betrayal... I’m certain that your father understood the emotional turmoil you experienced.”
“Even so, I know that I must have hurt him too.”
“Ah, but is that not a testament to the strength of your bond?”
“What?” Silver stared at Rook as though he were a felled monster that had just sprouted multiple new heads.
“Fufu. It is as I have said! Over time, the feelings that begun as hurt and hatred changed into love and veneration. What was once soured could be amended--for you did not close your heart off entirely, and nor did your father stop loving you when the truth revealed itself.
“You looked within yourselves to forgive one another.” Rook declared with a flourish; his face positively radiant. “You overcame those challenges together, and as a result, your bond is stronger than ever!
“Yours is a family not borne of blood, but of bonds—and of what one makes of it for themselves. It speaks to your character, and to your determination.”
“My determination...”
Silver’s voice--and his mind--seemed to trail off at the word. His eyes were like glass. Shiny, reflecting something laid far into the distance.
Something he could not yet reach.
Seriousness set into his features.
“... Yes. You’re right. I shouldn’t think of the past as a deterrent, but as something to learn and grow from.” Silver closed a hand into a fist and laid it over his heart. “I will not let anything stop me from achieving my goal. I will only run forward, not back.”
“With such shining resolve, I have no doubt that you can make that dream of yours a reality.”
“Rook-senpai... Thank you.” Silver offered a sliver of a smile, and it stole the huntsman’s breath away.
He was transported to a forest clearing, hidden in the shadow of a great oak, peering out from behind it. Amid the flowers was a beautiful boy with silver hair and aurora eyes, a star that had fallen into the field. Animals flocking to him in a circle, the sun brightening wherever he stepped.
A scene worthy of being captured upon a canvas, displayed in the finest art museums in Twisted Wonderland.
“I won’t run away from you either,” Silver continued. “I’ll accept you and the Gift of Good Fortune head-on.”
“D’accord! I shall respond to your shining spirit in earnest.” Rook’s gloved hands snaked for a waiting pie laid out on a table. Eyes upturned and sly. “Ah, but I must warn you: once I’ve ascertained my target, I will never let it escape from my sight.”
Silver’s stance tensed, his expression hardening. “I won’t run and hide. Give me everything you’ve got. Warrior to warrior.”
“Oui. To our beloved birthday boy, Silver-kun... Let us make many more memories together at Night Raven College! Joyeux anniversaire!”
SPLAT!!
The impact was more forceful than Silver had been expecting.
He skidded back a bit, even with his heel dug into the ground to steady himself. The brunt of the whipped cream was taken by his face, the excess dropping onto the lapels of his suit and jacket.
Silver brought a hand up, running them through his hair and pushing his bangs back. His fingers came away soiled and sticky.
But his bashful look, his laughter--
Sparkling.
Rook sighed longingly.
Beauté.
#Silver#Rook Hunt#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#disney twisted wonderland#something no one asked for#spoilers#Silver birthday takeover
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Birthday Bash Masterlist
***Please note: there are spoilers for initial artwork and groovy artworks! There may also be spoilers for the related vignettes.***
2020-2021: Birthday Boy Suit interactions
For reference, these are the rules for the interactions here.
The links in this section will take you to the "welcome story" for each boy; to read all of the interactions associated with that character, follow the appropriate tag. For example, Riddle's is #Riddle birthday takeover. Some boys may have as many as 40+ interactions which would take up several masterlists by themselves.
Heartslabyul: Riddle / Trey / Cater / Ace / Deuce
Savanaclaw: Leona / Ruggie / Jack
Octavinelle: Azul / Jade and Floyd
Scarabia: Kalim / Jamil
Pomefiore: Vil / Rook / Epel
Ignihyde: Idia / Ortho
Diasomnia: Malleus / Lilia / Silver / Sebek
Other: Raven / Rollo
2021-2022: Union Birthday Jacket ficlets
These pieces focus on the bond between, and the influence of, the birthday boy and his interviewer.
Heartslabyul: Riddle / Trey / Cater / Ace / Deuce
Savanaclaw: Leona / Ruggie / Jack
Octavinelle: Azul / Jade / Floyd
Scarabia: Kalim / Jamil
Pomefiore: Vil / Rook / Epel
Ignihyde: Idia / Ortho
Diasomnia: Malleus / Lilia / Silver / Sebek
Other: Raven
2022-2023: Birthday Broomquet ficlets
These pieces focus on the respective boy's goals for the future.
Heartslabyul: Riddle / Trey / Cater / Ace / Deuce
Savanaclaw: Leona / Ruggie / Jack
Octavinelle: Azul / Jade / Floyd
Scarabia: Kalim / Jamil
Pomefiore: Vil / Rook / Epel
Ignihyde: Idia / Ortho
Diasomnia: Malleus / Lilia / Silver / Sebek
Other: Raven
2023-2024: Platinum Jacket ficlets
These pieces focus on the respective boy's thoughts and feelings about the Disney figures they see in their vignettes, and how they relate to those figures.
Heartslabyul: Riddle / Trey / Cater / Ace / Deuce
Savanaclaw: Leona / Ruggie / Jack
Octavinelle: Azul / Jade / Floyd
Scarabia: Kalim / Jamil
Pomefiore: Vil / Rook / Epel
Ignihyde: Idia / Ortho
Diasomnia: Malleus / Lilia / Silver / Sebek
Other: Raven
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst masterlist#twisted wonderland masterlist#Octavinelle#Heartslabyul#Savanaclaw#Scarabia#Pomefiore#Ignihyde#Diasomnia#Rollo Flamme#twst oc#twisted wonderland oc#Raven Crowley#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst en#twisted wonderland en#twst scenarios#twisted wonderland imagines#twst imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#twst interactions#twisted wonderland interactions#Reader#self insert#masterlist
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Sorry to bother you but may I ask if you have a masterlist of your platonic reader works and your non reader works (like the union ones) without reader
I sort my regular masterlists by character and temporal order, not by type of content. The Make your Vows masterlist 1 and 2 are only mainly romantic requests because that was the nature of the particular blog event they are associated with.
Please check out my page of masterlists for general requests and other blog events. I will, however, caution that a lot of those pieces are also romantic and/or reader-inserts, so you’ll have to sift through them to find the ones that are platonic and/or canon characters only. You’ll usually be able to tell from the bullet points; if it doesn’t mention “S/O”/“crush” or “MC”/“Reader”, then it is most likely platonic or involves only the canon characters.
To get you started, here are some of my personal favorite platonic and/or canon character only works that I’ve written:
Birthday Imagines and/or interactions! (you need to look for the “[TWST boy’s first name] Birthday Takeover” tag, depending on the character you are looking for)
Twisted Tarot
Magic Mystery Letters
Delights in Bites (platonic and romantic pieces are labelled on this one)
Gordon Ramsay in Twisted Wonderland series (yes, it’s an ongoing series 😂 one for each Master Chef/Culinary Crucible)
Babysitting Baby Octavinelle Part 1 / Part 2
Adeuce and Grim comfort an exhausted Yuu
Working at McDonald’s
Cater takes Malleus to a Maid Cafe
Beach trip with the first years
Idia finds Leona swarmed by cats
Beach trip with Octavinelle and Scarabia
Ortho cooks for Idia
First years as dorm leaders
Magical Shift/Spelldrive Club eats grilled meat together
Octavinelle as child!Reader’s imaginary friends
Heartslabyul running Magicam accounts
Jamil and Najma
Ruggie and his Granny
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, DEUCE AND RUGGIE :))
Reader comforted by sentient Octavinelle plushies
Silver and Riddle have a heart-to-heart while cooking
Cheka visits every dorm at NRC
Diasomnia boys confront Overblot Malleus
Rook and Trey swap bodies
Basketball Club has a nickname for Azul
#twst masterlist#twisted wonderland masterlist#Octavinelle#Diasomnia#Savanaclaw#Heartslabyul#Pomefiore#Ignihyde#Scarabia#NRC Staff#RSA#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst en#twisted wonderland en#notes from the writing raven#question#twisted wonderland requests#twisted wonderland interactions#twisted wonderland headcanons#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#not enough of it imo#we should normalize canon character only and platonic content
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Rook, Kalim: Let there be Light
Did anyone else notice that the big R on Union Birthday Rook’s cap makes him look like he’s repping Pokémon’s Team Rocket--
Also, yes, I am pushing the “Kalim is not stupid” agenda again, so sue me 😤 (It actually ties in well with where I go with this piece!)
Imagine this...
“If I were to be in a different dorm, I would like to be in Heartslabyul.”
“Ooh, Heartslabyul What made you pick that one over the others?”
“It was a difficult choice!” Rook confessed with a deep, dramatic sigh. “Every dorm has its unique charms! However, Heartslabyul was the one that called out to me the loudest.”
“Like, it vibed with you the best?”
“Oui.” Rook nodded, a radiant smile spreading across his face. “Though I am content with following our beautiful Vil, I feel that I could also serve well under the leadership of Heartslabyul’s queen. Roi des Roses is a very particular individual, so my eye for detail may be of value to him. Heartslabyul also keeps for flamingos and hedgehogs—and I would be able to lend my animal expertise in caring for them. I would be more than happy to support him however I can.”
“Whoa, it’s nice that you’re thinking of how you can help others, Rook!” Kalim beamed. “Come to think of it, Riddle and Vil are similar. They’re both kind of strict, but they’re also really hard working and smart!”
“Roi d’Or...! You understand!!” Rook happily clasped his hands together. “Truly, they are deserving of their titles, of carrying on the spirits of Queen of Hearts and the Beautiful Queen themselves!”
“It’s cuz those two are really amazing. I can see just how much they shine. It’s prettier than any gold or jewels my family has.” Suddenly, Kalim’s smile faltered. “Sometimes it’s hard to believe that we’re all Dorm Leaders.”
“... Whatever do you mean?” Sensing the shift in Kalim’s mood, Rook adopted a more serious tone.
“Riddle and Vil have done a lot of great things. They’re also really great students and leaders! Compared to that, I’m entire worlds apart. I have average grades, and I have trouble paying attention in class, and waking up on time. I just want everyone to be happy and have fun, but I don’t always know the best way to lead them.”
Kalim laughed—but instead of boisterous, it came out weak. “It feels like I’ll never be able to catch up.”
“Kalim-kun... I don’t believe that’s true at all. You are a Dorm Leader that stands on the same level as any other. You sparkle in your own way—so don’t compare yourself to others. Look within yourself, find your own light, and cultivate it.” Rook playfully tapped a fist against Kalim’s arm. “Then you find that beautiful shine that you seek.”
“My shine...”
“Just like at our VDC training camp, Roi d’Or. All it takes is polish, and anyone can become a precious stone.” Rook slipped a hand over his heart, allowing his voice to rise and reverberate. “I’ll definitely give you that brilliant shine🎵 The power to make others kneel, you will have it too🎵”
“Ah...! That song is...” Kalim’s face flooded with recognition. “It was a really fun time. I loved rehearsing with everyone, and performing on stage. If I keep trying hard and practicing, do you really think I can shine even brighter?”
“Certainement. Why, I can see your spirit shining as we speak. Your kindness, your boundless optimism... They are a few of the things that make you stand out!”
Kalim burst out laughing. “Thanks, that makes me feel a lot better!! But you know something, Rook? I can see yours too.”
“Hmm?”
“Your spirit shining.”
“Fufu. Is that so? I’m very fortunate to find myself where I am, surrounded by such beauty day after day! Perhaps that makes me selfish—I want to see others sparkle so that I may be dazzled by their blinding light. There is no greater joy in my life.”
“Gahahah! I don’t really get all of that, but if it makes you happy, then I’m happy for you too! If there’s anything I can do to help you out, just say the word. I want to make you sparkle, too!”
“If I may, there is one thing... The matter of the birthday blessing!”
“Oh yeah! I’ve still got to pie you! Hang on, I’ll go grab them real quick...!” Kalim scrambled to a table, digging through elaborate platters of appetizers to retrieve two clouds of whipped cream.
“I will warn you,” Rook called after him, “the first hit will be free. After that, there is no promising that I will not dodge or retaliate.”
SPLAT!!
He wasn’t quite sure if his words ever fully reached Kalim’s ears. The Scarabia student was a blur of cheer and movement, a pie hitting Rook square in the shoulder as he finished his sentence. Whipped cream scattered across Rook’s jacket—like petals haphazardly plucked from a rose.
Sweet and fleeting, all at once.
“Happy birthday, Rook!” Kalim chirped, brandishing a second pie. “I hope the next year’s full of lots of beauty for you!”
“My thanks for the well wishes, Roi d’Or.” Rook stealthily stepped back, hitting another table. A hand snaked behind him, seizing his own pie. “But, if you will indulge me for one last time for this special occasion... Let us duel!!”
“You got it! Let’s dance...!”
Following their declarations, lies went sailing through the air. Flying from all directions and accompanied by howling and shrieks of laughter, it was, at times, difficult to tell who was throwing which. Still...
No matter how much whipped cream coated their skin or their clothes, their shining never once dimmed.
Yes, Rook was very fortunate indeed to be in the midst of it all.
#Rook Hunt#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#twst#twisted wonderland#Kalim Al-Asim#something no one asked for#Rook birthday takeover#imagine this#spoilers#disney twisted wonderland
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We come to a close.
A veritable spread had been prepared for the celebration. Word on campus was, a certain MagiCam influencer had pulled some strings to secure connections with high class chefs for the occasion. Even after everyone had gorged themselves on food and drink, there was still an ample amount of leftovers, which was divided up and parceled out as the guests swept out the door.
“It appears the liver pâté was an unpopular item,” Vil regards the overlooked dish with a slight frown. “What a shame that it cannot be appreciated by the masses.”
Rook laughs at the remark, taking a generous amount of meat paste and slathering it onto sliced bread. “It is a rather acquired taste, Roi du Poison! There is no harm in it—I shall take great care in polishing off the remains myself!”
He chomps down on his snack, the thick crust of the bread providing a satisfying crunch. Thick, gamey, and spiced to perfection, the pâté spreads smoothly across his tongue.
“Délicieux!” Rook throws his head back and moans, savoring the flavors.
“... Must you always be this melodramatic?” Vil sighs. Yes, he himself had been smiling while indulging in a slice of cake earlier, but Rook took his reactions to an entirely new level.
“Ohoh. Forgive me, Roi du Poison. I cannot help but relish in all of the delights that life has to offer. Our time is short on this mortal coil, so I’d best enjoy while I still walk upon it!” Rook grins before taking another bite. And another, and another—until it is gone.
“Hmph. Do not stop on my account—though I doubt my say-so will do anything control that odd behavior of yours.” Vil folds his arms. “Ah, that’s right. There was something strange left on the table while the servers were preparing the leftovers for guests to take home.”
“Oh?”
Vil produces an inkwell with a placard from his sleeve. A tag is secured to the neck of the inkwell with a scarlet ribbon. Red Thread, it says—and what an apt name. The contents of the inkwell are clear and viscous, with a single crimson swirl running through it.
“I thought this to belong to the Shetland potato, but she insisted it was not hers.” The cruel curl to his lips tells Rook that Vil had not believed Raven, not for a single second. “She said it was likely a ‘gift from an undisclosed admirer’ and advised me to deliver it to you.”
“A secret admirer?” Rook repeats. He chuckles to himself, finding the term to be romantic—like a daydream.
“See for yourself.”
Rook accepts the inkwell and placard, which reads:
It is said that people who are fated to cross paths are bound by a “red thread”. Likewise, Red Thread will help you find that which you seek. Your tracking capabilites are second to none as it is, but... Red Thread can locate even lost items with ease, or that which you desire but have no face to put to it. As sure as the blood that pumps through our veins, Red Thread will help you find your way when you are uncertain.
“An odd concoction indeed,” he declares at long last. “I look forward to testing it—perhaps on my next hunting trip!”
“Accepting suspicious vials from strangers? You’re practically begging to be poisoned,” Vil tuts—but his expression softens slightly. “... Happy birthday, Rook. I do hope that today’s celebration was just as beautiful as you had hoped for it to be.”
The huntsman smiles like the sun. Bright, warm, and brilliant as any star in the sky.
“C'était beau.”
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Welcome, Rook.
{November 30th to December 2nd}
Please read the *Birthday Blog Takeover Submission Rules*.
Due to my final exams falling around the period of Rook’s birthday, it may take me longer than usual to respond to birthday interactions. Please be patient with me, dear readers!
“Mon petit oiseau, I have arrived!”
“... I know you have, Rook. I can clearly see you by the door frame,” Raven sighs, waving a hand. “Come in. It’s been getting awfully chilly as of late, so you’d best not gallivanting around again or lingering in drafty doorways.”
“Oui. The winter can be ever so frightful—that is why I am thankful to have been invited to a place that is warm and cozy, shielded from fickle Mother Nature!” Rook cries out, bringing a hand to his forehead. He practically collapses into the seat by her desk, enraptured in his own melodramatic performance.
“Right.” Raven crosses her arms. “... Is it just me, or do you look different today?”
“Different?” Rook chuckles. “Perhaps it is because I lack my signature hat. Roi du Poison advised that I go without it—‘It will clash horribly with your birthday outfit’, so he had said!”
“Sure, that’s the obvious point—but I meant to say that your... aura seems different. A little wiser, but still lively... Yet more approachable.” The bird shakes her head. “I don’t know how else to explain it.”
Rook grins from ear to ear, seeing right through her. “Ah, mon petit oiseau. Is this, perhaps, your way of complimenting my appearance for today? Merci beaucoup.”
“... Absolutely not,” she insists, turning her head away. “Th-That’s good, though. It means you probably won’t be scaring away your birthday guests.”
“But of course! Le Chasseur D'amour does not bite—why, I wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
Tell that to the Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, and Diasomnia students...
“Well. Whatever the case may be... I hope you enjoy your birthday party, Rook.”
“Hohoh. I shall indulge to the fullest extent.”
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Howdy, Rook! Happy birthday! There is a high quality oil painting of a cat meme I painted. *awkwardly stuff the painting into Rook's arms* Enjoy your birthday! :DDDDDDD
On the left side of the canvas is a distressed woman, pointing and screaming. On the right, a white feline staring back. Most people would have deemed the subject matter of the painting strange or confusing at best—but not Rook.
No—Rook is not most people.
His eyes glitter, smile stretched wide, as you bestow the painting to him.
“Merci!! Did you make this yourself? Such a marvelous work of art, depicting the struggle between man and beast...!”
He runs his hand along the face of the distressed woman, as though tenderly stroking a lover. “The expression upon her face... Such anguish! Such fervor...!! Why, it sends a chill down my spine!”
His fingers snake over to the cat, as though patting it. “And this chatte! The revulsion!! The distaste! Its eyes, disparaging in the face of a foe...!! Will Monsieur Chatte rise up to the challenge? Or will he tuck his tail between his hind legs and flee...?!”
(“... He’s so weird,” Ruggie grumbles in the background. Then hyena shoves another donut onto his plate and groans. “Leona-san’d better pay me well for this.”)
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Happy birthday Rook <3 I was planning to give you flowers at first then I realized that they wouldn’t last long so.....instead, please accept this drawing I made!! I hope I was able to properly immortalize the beauty of these flowers on paper for you (´∀｀)
“Fragile, easily forgotten beauty, forever preserved upon a blank page... Aaah, how very thoughtful of you, mon amie!”
Rook whisks your drawing up and handles it as though showing a newborn lion cub to an entire savanna. His smile is wide, like a cat that had gotten its fill of cream. He practically glows.
You realize—Rook is every bit as beautiful as your immortalized flowers.
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"Ah, Rook-san." Jade's smile as he ducks his head into the attic is nothing if not polite. His words, on the other hand- "Another year older. Hopefully your beauty regimen will be able to keep up, fufufu." He handed Rook a small gift wrapped in a matte indigo paper with an elegant golden bow on top. Inside was a camera; one with a water-proof seal and a few toggles to adjust the lens depending on the amount of light available. Jade chuckles. "In case you ever wish to capture beauty underwater."
“Your birthday was about a month ago, yes?” Rook takes the sly insult as a compliment—fighting poison with honey rather than more poison. “You do not appear to have aged one bit, Monsieur Mastermind. Such supple, well-hydrated skin you sport!! Some would kill to have that.”
“I don’t doubt you, Rook-san. Beauty can so often be fleeting, and some would spare no effort to get their grubby little hands on a means to maintaining it.” Jade nods to his present. “Let us hope that you will be able to put that to some good use. At the very least, photographs can serve to still beauty and preserve it for many years to come.”
“Oui—I already have several ideas in mind!” Rook approaches the eel with a dazzling (some would say frightening) smile. “Monsieur Mastermind... I would love an opportunity to photograph you and Monsieur Kills for Thrills in your true forms!! After all—“
His emerald eyes crease with morbid delight.
“—you two count as underwater beauties, correct?”
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST AMAZING HUNTER OF ALL OF NRC I TRULY ADORE YOUR EXISTENCE
“Such flattery!!” Rook brings a hand to his chest and gasps. “Ahhh, but I do not believe I can hope to claim that title—not when there are so many magnificent specimens that lurk on NRC grounds...!”
“Gaze upon the majesty of Roi du Léon...! The feral beauty that is Monsieur Kills for Thrills! The hot-and-cold contrast of his spitting image, Monsieur Mastermind! The street smarts of Monsieur Dandelion...”
“Oui, each and every one of them is a worthwhile hunter to be praised. They boast their own unique charm, their own beauté, as it were!” Rook throws his arms up into the air. “Each of them, amazing in their own way!!
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Happy birthday to Kuya Rook and enjoy the puto that I gave you po! =🌸
The hunter’s eyes are shining emeralds as he regards you and your offering.
“I appreciate the gift, 🌸-kun!” Rook chirps, sunny as ever. “I hope this batch is just as delicious as those received by my predecessors~”
He digs into a treat and chews away happily.
... Hm? That’s odd, you don’t recall ever mentioning your name, or telling him that you had gifted the same thing to the previous birthday boys.
Well, whatever. Rook seems satisfied, and at the end of the day, that’s all that matters, right?
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Hello and happy birthday Rook-san, (gives photo album that contains childhood photos of Leona-san and the Leech twins), do hope you enjoy it. (Btw, it also has a beautiful sketch portrait of Raven-san).
“I see that we have another animal enthusiast at this celebration!” Rook beams, giddily flipping through the photo album and admiring each image in turn.
Here is little Leona, bawling his eyes out with tiny fangs on full display... And on this page, the baby twins, eel tails entangled as they slept peacefully in a massive clamshell bed. There is even a little surprised tucked away in the back: a graphite sketch of a familiar black bird, staring off into the sky with a quill against her lip.
Dreaming.
Rook snaps the book shut and flashes a brilliant smile. “What a wonderful gift you have bestowed me with...!! I shall keep this close to my heart, along with the other photo albums in my personal collection.”
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