Here's two characters I've made to be just Twisted Wonderland fan characters. Lance is basically a background character of whom I made just to supply MC with clothes. Paulie is a troublemaker who is a bit unaware of how powerful his magic is. Based him off Peter Pan, though perhaps too much... but he's another excuse character, instead of giving clothes, he causes silly odd things to happen.
Such as, gifting MC a cursed swimsuit that transforms them into a mermaid. Since he thinks it's an easy curse to figure out and break, he doesn't even give a hint on how to deal with it.
I don't mind if anyone else wants to use these scenario-excuse characters, but please tag me. I would like to see what's done with them.
Image Text and some extra details about them under the cut/keep reading.
Lance Potsnuis, twist of a loom if there was to be one in Beauty and the Beast. (I figure I should give him a last name, but I just kinda threw one together. So I'm willing to change it if anyone has any better ideas.)
Dorm: Pomefiore
Grade: Sophomore
Age: 17
Height: 167 cm (6'5")
Dominant Hand: both/ambidextrous
Club: Film Research Club (Has no interest in acting himself, he just likes making the costumes.)
Hobbies: Weaving (He likes trying to make different types of fabrics that could then potentially be used to make clothes.)
Pet Peeves: indecisiveness
Talent: speed sewing
Unique Magic: Quick, Fix It!
His unique magic lets him make fast edits to clothes, including changing the colors. How much blot that occurs is based on how many changes and the level of difficulty of making such changes. Thus he prefers to use it for small, quick changes and if the color of the shade isn't right.
Always been a "workaholic". He quite enjoys working with clothes and making them, so it seems like it barely ever takes a break. His magestone seems to always have quite a bit of blot.
Lance has deuteranomaly red-green color blindness (which makes green look more red). Has ended up being quite good friends with his roommate as he relies on him to help fix any mistakes he makes in regards to his color blindness.
Part of a family of fashion designers.
Embarrassed by his own short and stocky body, but has resigned to the idea of being unable to change that.
Always willing to help out with outfits, as long as one knows what they want. He may have to postpone depending on the stat of blot on his magestone. Uses his unique magic more often then he should and more often then he means to.
A bit careless with his wealth, often giving away outfits that he's made.
For any MCs that like wearing dresses and skirts, they may find themselves drowning in clothes gifted from Lance. Being in an all boys school has made it so it's a bit rare for him to work on dresses and the like. Always making pants gets boring, so he'll gladly accept any excuse to make anything he doesn't usually get to do. Lance has no need to keep these clothes for himself, so he usually gives his models the clothes he's made. It's already made to their size anyway.
He's a bit more lax about appearances compared to most of Pomefiore. That doesn't mean he will slouch though. He just won't recoil in disgust if someone accidentally drinks the hand-washing water. Lance could potentially be a friend of Epel's, but I don't think they'd be very close. Lance refuses to help Epel hide from Rook as he doesn't want to get on his housewarden and vice housewarden's bad side. Though if Epel needs a breather, he's welcome to join him for a run to the store.
Now for Paulie
Paulie is the twist version of Peter Pan. Paulie may just be a nickname, who knows his real name? (I don't have enough examples for me to really think of good fae names and I wanted to call him Paulie.)
School: RSA
Grade: Freshman
Age: ???
Height: 174 cm (5'8")
Dominant Hand: left (This is simply so I can make a reference to the Princess Bride.)
Club: Fencing (Regarding that reference, he fences with his right hand. Plus I figure this is close to sword fighting which is what Peter Pan does with Captain Hook.)
Hobbies: Pranking
Pet Peeves: stifling maturity
Unique Magic: Never Growing Up!
His unique magic turns a person into a child. During this period, said affected person's memory is reverted back to that time. Age and how long it lasts depends on how much magic he uses when casting. After his unique magic wears off, person will regain their memory along with retaining memory of their time of being turned into a kid. Age that they revert to ranges from five to ten years old. Time of how long it lasts ranges from half a day to three days.
This idiot nearly overblots every time he casts his unique magic and takes an entire day for his magestone to recover. I figure such a spell would be quite powerful and assuming students aren't allowed or can't just grab a new magestone, he ends up skipping any classes he has left for the day. Doesn't matter if it's a class that doesn't require him using magic, it's time to goof about.
One of RSA's very few troublemakers.
Known to not take things seriously and to be very childish.
Due to being a fae, he doesn't realize his pranks can be hard to dispel.
Best friend is a craft fairy named Thimblina. (Yes this is basically Tinker Bell.)
I figure he grew up on a seashore where he gets to interact with several merpeople. I also think it would be a bit funny if he was a bit of a foil to Malleus when it comes to invitations. People tend to generally forget or are too fearful to invite Malleus to things. It doesn't help that Malleus doesn't seem too great with time. For Paulie, he's not very observant of time either, but people purposefully don't invite him to things. Since he's known to cause trouble, RSA could find it better to make sure Paulie doesn't know when things are happening. You would think he might suspect something when most students are walking around in robes, but he's not paying attention. The campus is unusually empty? Everyone must be in classes.
He tends to direct most of his pranks onto NRC as he views the students there to be hostile and needing to lighten up. He's unaware of when he goes to far with some pranks. He probably respects Malleus, but will totally cast his unique magic on Malleus if he thinks the prince is being a stick in the mud and needs to escape all the pressures of being royalty. This does mean he has to walk back to RSA though.
Oh, he tends to cast his unique magic on those he feels have forgotten what it's like to be a kid and on those that he thinks could use a break from all this adult responsibility. Has probably also tried to form a group of freshmen to follow him about, even has the idea to call them the Lost Boys, but I don't think he caught anyone's interest in that.
I didn't list all of the things that are listed on the games student records like favourite foods as I don't feel it's necessary to give them that much detail. At least, not right now as I don't know if I'll grow a bond to them or not. So far to me, they're characters I can only use for this game.
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It was always so easy to ignore the rabble and forthcoming chatter following him down the hallways of the Maggot's Nest in what he could call a near daily, sometimes hourly [ why would he come here so often? ] occurrence. Within that easy way his steps would lead him deeper and deeper into the lowest levels of securely shut-off requirements of those that should not be led out, it was so simple to still brush aside.
He surely never really bothered with necessities past the absolute requirements, after all: wasn't he the one why many of those now lingering, snarling, rummaging close to his person and yet not coming near enough, would be here?
Not dissimilar to the man he wanted to meet in these early morning hours, far too early to be idling around in harmony with the surrounding's eerie calm. One step. Two steps. Three--- " Good morning, Noboru! " --- A tilt of his head later and the bars for this particular high-security confinement would be opened with the quietest of shrill sounds. " I haven't brought you some stories in a while, now haven't I~? How about we have some tea and a snack? " @humificates | starter call ♡
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tagged by @nuclearstorms @arklay @liurnia @camelliagwerm @morvaris and @aartyom to post wips over the last month and i haven’t rly had any to share without spoiling nat and rena on future fwb valenzo shenanigans SO…take this mostly finished section from the last valenzo fwb fic update that’s gotta have a bunch of detail and shit added to it still : )
thank u all for tagging me in stuff even if it always takes me 120,000 years to get to it 💖💖💖
When he gets to the hospital and finds his way back up to her room it’s nearly 5am. It’s somehow quieter than he expects, the nurses starting to roll out to do their rounds, the lights still dim as they try to keep things quiet for everybody asleep.
Lorenzo’s not prepared for what he sees when the door to her room slides open and he steps inside, his big heart melting into the biggest puddle when his kiroshis adjust to the darkness and he sees her cuddling with a huge stuffed bear that’s bigger than she is, her face nestled into its soft fleece and arms wrapped around its fluffy abdomen tightly.
Desperately trying to be quiet and not wake her up, he keeps the footfalls of his faux leather work shoes light, crossing the room over to the couch underneath the window, dim light just starting to spill through the cracks in the blinds. He shrugs off that gaudy red velvet jacket and bundles it up, putting it down on one end of the cushionless couch to serve as a makeshift pillow.
Unfortunately luck isn’t on his side this morning, hasn’t been at all for the last couple days really, because she starts to shift, Lorenzo looking up to see her still snuggled with the bear, that mess of beautiful pink hair still fanned out every which way, but looking at him with one half open eye.
“Hey.” Val mumbles sleepily, a croaky quality to her voice that he finds way cuter than he probably should.
“Hey sleeping beauty, sorry I woke you. Just go back to sleep…I’m gonna get some shut eye too.” Lorenzo says awkwardly, keeping his tone hushed and quiet. He has no idea what kind of state her head is in. “Um, but I can go home if you want me to.”
“Nooo, stay.” She mumbles and he can see her lashes fluffering as she barely manages to keep the eye not squished against the bear open and on him. “L‘renzo?”
“Yeah, Val?”
“Thank you.” Val murmurs so sweetly, her voice slurring sleepily.
For some reason that makes his throat feel tight, and it occurs to him that he was so close to never hearing her talk like that to him ever again. He swallows roughly, feeling like he just swallowed a roll of that thick fluffy gauze he saw in a cabinet on the way in.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, doll. Rest up.”
Lorenzo musters as bright a smile for her as he can before he drops down onto the couch, adjusting the makeshift jacket pillow underneath his neck until it’s comfortable, nearly missing how she hums so sweetly in response.
Thank god he didn’t, but also maybe he should have. The way a soft little hum has the power to make his chest feel all light and tight and funny at the same time catches him completely off guard as she snuggles back into her bear and falls back to sleep.
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