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siphoklansan · 4 months
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Here’s a speed paint on my first commission✨
Ft. Malleus and an OC
I do not own any of these characters/ I got permission from my customer before uploading
I made a terrible mistake— I drew Malleus first. My dumbass thought I could calculate on what part will be covered. So it took me an hour or so to render in the missing chunks😭 also another mistake on not charging more for the outfits, since both took so much time omfg—
I remember drawing this on the bus while im on my way to my R.O.T.C training hshjdhhsujsi but all of that aside, I loved how this turned out so much and I had a lot of fun💖
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starclemon27 · 2 years
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Just a normal day.
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Let the duo do their thing, they are always like that. Lmao I jusr love to make memes related to TW.
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marrijaydeboo · 5 months
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twst characters and reader who worked at Disneyland.
Imagine okay hear me out
I just think it'd be funny and silly and maybe I want to see Yuu grit their teeth as they see that black and white mouse walk around and foam at the mouth (felt)
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boredwithwrath · 9 days
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@marylinfuse
https://marilynfuse.tumblr.com/?source=share
Is a Zionist piece of shit so... Go report their pateron for supporting a hate group. Go report them on any platform you can find them on. They support genocide so fuck them.
https://www.patreon.com/marilynfuse?fan_landing=true
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zjmaeve · 5 months
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"Flowers for my lady."
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eirasummersart · 6 months
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Twistober prompt list.
Day 3: Tsumsted Wonderland. It's been a long time since I wanted to redraw this meme with Silver and Dalia, so here was my excuse to do it hahaha The two tsums would always cuddle to sleep 💕
I added some colour with what I had to make it look nicer (hopefully!), what do you all think? :D
Commissions are open, check out my pinnned post if you’re interested~
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liviavanrouge · 4 days
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Twst x Ever After High
Livia: I'm just like you!
Raven Queen: I'm just like you!
Raven Queen: You're just like me!
Livia: You're just like me!
Raven and Livia: It's something anyone can see!!
Crowley: As much as I love how you two are getting long.....people just fell out of the sky
Apple: Apologies, Raven's magic went out of control
Briar: We were trying to teleport elsewhere
Vil: And you all landed in the middle of our courtyard
Ashlynn: We apologize...
Cerise: What now?
Livia: OH THEY CAN STAY IN THE DORMS!
Crowley: *Laughs nervously* Well, Young-
Malleus: *Stares Crowley down, his eyes glowing* It's a good idea, Livia.....
Crowley: YES!! A very good idea! Let's get them sorted shall we!
@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress @marrondrawsalot @yumeko2sevilla @abyssthing198 @zexal-club
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thefinalchorus · 1 month
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Sebek x Yuu
Based on this meme 👇
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twistedcece · 3 months
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You guys give up or are you thirsty for more!
Twisted Wonderland x OC
HOLIDAY SPECIAL!!!!
A/N: Happy Holidays everyone I hope you enjoy this last minute stitch effort tormenting me known as writer's block.
Thank the Great Seven I got this done in time. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday and a happy New Year!
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Jewel: What if Cece drank an ageing potion?
Faith: That would be entertaining~
Both: ..... Idea!
Faith: I'll get the potion.
Jewel: I'll get a camera!
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Cece sitting outside Ramshackle watching the snow thinking of causing mayhem again.
Faith: Hey.
Cece: W'sup?
Faith: Not much, say want to pull a prank?
Cece: What did you have in mind 😏?
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Cece: Seriously 😑?
Faith: Yes.
Cece: Turning me into a 10 year old was your idea?
Jewel: HEY! Come on I know the stuff you used to pull now we just crank it up a notch!
Cece: Home Alone style 😏?
Faith: I knew you'd catch on.
Cece: How long till the potion wears off.
Jewel: 3-5 hours mini boss 😃.
Cece: 😮‍💨 Okay let's just get this over with.
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Meanwhile Ace and Deuce were notified along with everyone else about Cece's transformation.
First year+ Scary Twins pt2 Group Chat
Epel: So you're telling us we should prank mini Cece?
Jewel & Faith: Yes!
Jack: Yeah no I'm out not getting wrapped in this
(Jack goes offline)
Ace: I'M IN!!!!! Best to get back at her for hitting be over the head with a chair.
Sebek: I WON'T PARTICIPATE IN SUCH A HARSH EVENT!
Faith: Caps off Sebek.
Sebek: Right sorry.
(Sebek is offline)
Epel: Yeah same here I don't want to scare her. Especially with what she's capable of.
Deuce: Am I going to have to watch him?
Ortho: It appears so I don't wish to harm sister.
Jewel: GREAT!!!!!!!!! Knuckleheads get over here say 9pm and I'll give you instructions from there got it?
Ace and Deuce: Yep.
(All offline)
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Idia: So let me get this straight. You want me to live stream this harmful and somewhat deadly prank all over campus?
Faith: Yes, you do owe me a favor after all.
Idia: Fine here are the cameras and the blow torches you asked for. Speaking of that why-
Faith: You wouldn't want me to answer that.
Idia: 😐 🤐
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Cece: 'Kay I think I'm done!
Faith & Jewel: Well done.
Jewel: Here.
Cece: A bibi gun?
*Nod*
Cece: 😂 Best prank ever!
Jewel: Yeah to bad there mostly allusions.
Cece: Hey! Murder comes later if at all.
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An hour later
Ace: Okay you say that we are going to the back door and try to trick her saying we're-
Jewel: Don't think about it to hard just say it and try to scare her got it.
Ace and Deuce: Nods
Faith: Splendid and if anything goes wrong we'll send back up.
Deuce: Why would we need-
Jewel: GO! *shoves them forwards then runs off*
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Cece: *Is back to normal and is preparing a minor prank*
*whispering* Okay. *sets fire crackers in pot*
Outside
Ace: You go up to the back door and see if we should do this now or later.
Deuce: Now!?
Ace: Yeah now!
Cece plays movie and all goes to heck:
youtube
Deuce: *bolts past Ace*
Ace: What the heck?
Deuce: *out of breath* Later we do that prank later we don't need to go in there now.
Cece opens a window to listen
Ace: Okay okay so we come back like they said 9 pm and scare her yeah?
Deuce: *nods* Yeah.
Ace: Besides kids are afraid of the dark *walks off*
Deuce: You're afraid of the dark to Ace!
Ace: AM NOT!
Deuce: ARE TOO!
Cece: Well time to pull the big guns I guess.
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9:00 pm
Cece: This is it *drinks potion* don't laugh
Stands behind the door and cocks the gun.
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Ace: You ready
Deuce: Yeah.
*Knock knock*
Ace: Hey little girl~ We know you're in there and that you're all alone.
Deuce: Yeah it's Santy Claus and his elf.
Ace: *snickers* We're not going to hurt you.
Deuce: Oh no, got some nice presents for ya.
Cece: *slowly puts the bibi gun out the cat flap*
Cece: *thought* Man I'm glad we installed this
Ace: Now be a good little girl and open the door.
Cece shoots we all know wear.
Ace: OWWWWW! *jumps away cursing under his breath landing in a snowbank*
Deuce: What? What happened!?
Ace: Get that little- *grumbles*
Deuce sticks his head through the cat flap smiles as he's met with Cece lying down on her stomach.
Deuce smiled.
Cece: Hello! *shoots his forehead*
Deuce: YOW! SHE'S ARMED!!!! WHY IS SHE ARMED!!!
Ace: I'll go to the front and you go through the basement.
...
Ace tries to go up stairs trips over thick ice: Ow...
Jewel: Ya'know to bad these are all illusions
Cece: I didn't say all of them were illusions...
Jewel: Well that's going to leave a mark.
Cece: Yep.
Hehe... *looks through the window off handedly reaches the door knob that is turning red slightly* AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! OOH! OOH! *falls over ice and crawls to snow sticking his hand in the snow.* Ahh...huh? *The design of the door knob was "ingrained" on his hand.*
.....
2 hours after 10 year old given nightmares in the infermery.
Jewel and Faith
Statice: Laughing hysterically at the video
Ace and Deuce
Statice: Recovering from concussions, singed hair/eyebrows, and PTSD of the illusions cast.
Cece
Statice: Trying to cover up the fact that she still had her teen consciousness and was aware of everything and saying that as a kid she did stuff like that all the time just less intense and that she was under the impression that they were going to break into Ramshackle.
Rest of the first years
Statice: Also laughing at the smack marks across their faces from Malleus and Crewel.
Malleus
Statice: Glaring at Ace and Deuce and was trying to place a spell to protect Cece from any danger or threat.
Professor Crewel
Statice: Also trying not to laugh but is concerned about Cece's wellbeing and is thinking about getting a therapist.
Happy Holidays Twisted Dreamers
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ashipiko · 1 year
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ashace + sebashi (crumbs) since I thought they fit this song hella well <3 nostalgia trip!!!!
MY FRIENDS EVENTUALLY CONVINCED ME INTO MAKING SEBASHI ONE SIDED but I gotta admit it makes for some good comedy 🙏 (Ashi relationship chart under cut to kinda clarify relationships)
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red-viewe · 6 months
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viette hydacinthe and floyd leech. (late night thoughts.)
(Posting this before i start posting kacy x viette content)
Floyd Leech truly lived up to his name, Leech.
Viette is such a werid name hehe.
Yesterday, he toke my headphone and wouldn't give them back until I got him some sweets.
Hmm...this pushie star fishie gave me is so soft...
His hugs aren't bad through.
Star fishie is so squishy.
He's so sweet sometimes too.
Do you think she likes me too?
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The late nights of Floyd peacefully sleeping are long gone, and Jade is getting concerned. Sometimes he would find Floyd making jewelry of pearls and charms at late hours, or on his phone with his ear phones plugged in. Other times he would be in the Octavinelle kitchen, attempting to make what smelled like suger cookies.
'Since when did he like suger cookies?"
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This disappearing without a trace shit is getting to my head.
Leona's drowsy, half awake mind shifts to his best friend, Viette. Lately, Viette's been off somewhere else lately, doing god knows what. And you know what? He's gonna find out.
Through Ruggie.
She better have a good fucking excuse for ditching me again.
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"Floyd? Floooooyd? Fl-"
A hand covers Viette's mouth, and she hears a close giggle behind her. Floyd Leech. The most annoying guy in the world, and her new boyfriend.
"Hiii star fishiee" Floyd stretches ou his sentence, wrapping his arm around Viette, holding her gently.
The two were behind a closed off tree near Ramshackle, where they met everyday.
"I made somethin for ya." Floyd says, handing Viette a blue box. "I made it." He smiles, cheeks flushed and eyes focused on Viette.
"Th-thank you." Flustered, Viette opens said gift to reveal a pearl necklace with a swan charm in the middle.
"Ah, lemme put it on ya." Floyd smoothly mentions, taking the necklace and putting it around her neck.
'Floyd, when you give a woman a peice of jewelry, always always help her put it on!' His mama once said.
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starclemon27 · 2 years
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TWISTED FATE
Chapter 1 preview
Enjoy the preview of chapter 1
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"Mirror mirror on the wall, reveal what I seek.”
Nothing but ghastly winds can be heard in the shadows of the unknown. A looming shadow-figure stands in front of their magic mirror, ready to tell what is untold.
"O, thou who wert guided by the dark mirror."
Their sharp eyes glowed in the void of darkness with curiosity of whom they shall be chosen.
"Let thy heart's desire reflected in the mirror take thee by the hand."
The mirror brought light to the darkness, then it slowly revealed three blurry figures.
"In me."
'WE DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!'
"In them."
'YOU BROKE ME! YOU MADE ME DO THIS!'
"In you."
The mirror's misty surface has finally cleared away and the three figures have been revealed.
"Taena, di man lang ako padaanin ng mga jeep, PUTA PATAWIRIN NIYO AKO!" 
(Tl: “Shit, the jeeps won’t let me cross, BITCHES LET ME CROSS THE ROAD”) 
(T/n: Jeep or Jeepneys are public transportation vehicles in the Philippines)
"Manong bayad po. Dyan lang po sa tabi."
(Tl: “Sir, here’s my fee. Just around the corner”)
"Hays, lakad nalang ako pauwi malapit lang naman bahay onting lakad lang."
(Tl: “*Sigh* I’ll just walk home, the house is just close anyway, just a few steps to it”)
The person arched their brows in slight confusion.
"Three young maidens?" They tap their finger to their chin in wonder. How could three young maidens be shown when they specifically only asked one. Is it luck, or was it decided by fate?
"How amusing. They chuckled.
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Read full version at wattpad. Chapter is on making.
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Title: Bad Luck Crush
Part 1 of my “The Lion's Den” series!
Parings: None
Summary:
Mirai's crush on the Savanaclaw Housewrden, Leona Kingscholar, leads to a series of unfortunate events, and now on Leona's bad side, his chances with the Lion Beastman are good as gone.
cw: light angst, misunderstandings, light angst, bloody noses mentioned (not too graphic), fist fights (again, nothing too graphic), unrequited crushes (Maybe, who knows)
a/n: This is not a "Bullies to lovers" fic. Just putting that out there. This is more of me just playing around the the fact that Leona didn't like Yuu too much in the beginning, and let's face it he didn't, he tried to fight us after all.
Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do!  (─‿‿─)♡
Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12
Mirai could remember the first time he really met the dorm head of Savanaclaw, Leona Kingscholar. It was in the Botanical Gardens. Grim and he had been looking for the Groundskeeper when he had accidentally stepped on Leona Kingscholar’s tail, mistaking it for a twig. And when Leona emerged from the bright green foliage, the golden hour painting his skin in the likeness of copper, his piercing green eyes cold like a predator's, and his long silky chocolate tresses messy from sleep, Mirai was smitten. And the most surprising Mirai the most were the fluffy lion ears and tail that adorned the man’s body. He had only seen that type of thing in Anime or in video games, and Mirai immediately wondered what they felt like. Then he spoke with that deep gravelly voice, threatening him in every inch of his life, and Mirai went weak at the knees. Luckily Ruggie Bucchi came along, defusing the situation, letting Mirai and Grim get away without a scratch on them. Mirai wouldn’t have minded taking on the hunk of a dorm head, but they had other matters to attend to. 
Mirai chuckled at the memory, his walk through the Botanical Gardens reminding him of the sleepy Upperclassmen. He was currently in Potionology and for the day's lesson, Professor Crewel wanted the Freshman to write a short informational report on two plants from the Botanical Gardens, to familiarize the students of where their potion ingredients came from. There were so many plants they could choose from, so many worth writing about, and since Mirai couldn’t decide, he just picked two that looked the most interesting. 
Mirai was the last one left to fetch his samples, Grim, Ace, and Deuce having long left to start their reports in the library, but Mirai didn’t mind, that meant he now had a quiet moment to himself. So now here he was, looking for Hummingbird Mint and Blazing Star, by himself, but luckily for him, both plants were located on the warmer side of gardens, making his search easier.
Mirai found the Blazing Star plant first, it was pretty, and it reminded him of cheerleading pom poms. Mirai got his sample bag and plucked off a flower, dropping it to the bag. 
“Okay,” Mirai muttered to himself, “now the Hummingbird Mint. 
Mirai made his way down the rows, enjoying the little walk he was taking. It was warm in the region he was in, little butterflies fluttering about. Mirai hummed to himself as he looked, but with all of them being sorted alphabetically, it wasn’t long until Mirai made his way to the “H’s”. 
“Hummingbird, Hummingbird, ah, there it is, Hummingbird Mint,” Mirai chirped. 
And just as he did the previous flower, Mirai got his sample bag and plucked off and dropped it in the little bag, sealing it up. 
“It really does smell like mint,” Mirai hummed quietly, checking off the plant on his clipboard. 
Mirai took a leisurely pace as he made his way back to the Alchemy Labs, sightseeing. He never really had time to look at the pretty flowers in the gardens outside of class, since there was always something on his plate. From keeping up with classes and homework, to helping his friends out of tricky situations, and working to be able to survive in a world he knew nothing about, Mirai was fully booked. But surprisingly, Mirai didn’t mind it, it was, dare he say fun. Back at home he would have killed just to get a break or a day off, but here, Mirai didn’t mind his busy schedule. 
As Mirai made his way out, he checked the time, he hadn’t realized how long he’d been in the gardens, and now he was borderline late. Switching from his leisurely pace, Mirai started a light jog, speeding across the stone pathway. As he turned the corner, Mirai saw a huge mass in the middle of the path, but it was too late, he was already tripping over it, sending himself and all his things flying into the path ahead of him. Mirai hit the ground with a grunt, the wind knocked out of him. 
“Do you runts really enjoy stepping on me?!”
“Wha-”
Mirai gasped as he was yanked up but the back of his lab coat, and thrown onto his back in the grass. Mirai looked up, staring into menacing green eyes. 
“W-Wait Leona, I’m, I’m sorry, I didn’t m-mean it,” Mirai rambled, scooting away from the angry lion. 
“Uh, huh,” Leona said sarcastically with a sneer, “that’s what you said the last time.”
Mirai scrambled, and dove into the foliage as Leona lunged at him. Mirai wove through the thick leaves, dodging branches, jumping over rocks and sticks, and Leona chased after him, hot on his heels. Suddenly Mirai choked out a grunt as he was slammed into the ground, not even getting a chance to breathe as Leona turned him around and punched him in the face. Mirai grunted upon the impact, pain blooming on his face. Leona punched him twice more before getting up off the Ramshackle Prefect, storming off. 
Mirai lay there, staring wide-eyed through leaves at the glass ceiling above. Mirai didn’t know how long he lay there, heart pounding, face hot as he slowly reached up, tenderly touching his swelling cheek, fingers coming back red from the blood that smeared from his dripping nose. Mirai cackled loudly, smiling even though it hurt to do so. Yeah, he was absolutely smitten. 
Friday evening rolled around, and that meant sorting out Professor Crewel’s potions and storage closet. Mirai’s thoughts, no matter how much he tried to revert them, were on the Savanaclaw dorm head. He thought about those sharp green eyes that looked at him like he was a mouse, those long brown waves that Mirai wanted nothing more than to brush his fingers through, and his pretty rich skin. He thought about the scar that went down the left side of his face, his deep voice, his sly smiles, his mirthful laughter, and his sloppy way of dress. But it wasn’t just his looks he was attracted to, it was his strong will, his cleverness, his strength, his confidence, and his lazy demeanor that he found endearing, Mirai couldn’t get enough. 
“That’s Cumin, not Cinnamon,” Crewel gruffed.
Mirai jumped from his thoughts, face flushing red, “A-Ah, my mistake sir, sorry sir.”
“You’re not doing your best today, Little Papillon,” Professor Crewel scolded. “Bad boy!”
Mirai flushed again, shoulder shooting up to his ears, “S-Sorry sir-I-I mean, Professor Crewel.”
“Come sit, pup.” Professor Crewel led Mirai to his desk and gestured for him to sit down in the chair next to his. “Speak.”
“I, uh, is it wrong to crush on someone for punching you in the face?” Mirai vomited out in one breath.
“W-What?!”
“That answered my question.”
“You told me you tripped into a tree,” Professor Crewel shouted.
Mirai’s face was still badly bruised a dark purple against his pale skin, even though it happened three days ago. So anytime anyone asked, he just told them he tripped over something in the Botanical Gardens, and smashed his face into a tree.
“And get myself and get the guy I’m crushing on in trouble? Hard pass,” Mirai scoffed.
“Who punched you?” Professor Crewel grit out angrily.
“But is it wrong? That’s the question.”
“Yuhara, why in Twisted Wonderland would you fall in love with someone who punched you?”
“Because he’s strong, and he looked pretty doing it,” Mirai flushed.
Crewel just looked lost, and a little concerned.
“Okay, okay, so I had a crush on him before then, but then we got into a semi fight over a misunderstanding, then he punched me, and for some reason the look of pure rage etched on his face and the fierce look in his eyes made my heart skip a beat?” Mirai said, the end of his rant sounding more like a question.
Crewel sighed, exasperated, shoving his face into his hands.
Mirai laughed loudly. 
“Why, why, why,” Professor Crewel muttered to himself. 
Mirai giggled.
“Who was it?” Professor Crewel sighed, looking at Mirai, head resting in his hands.
“Will you get him in trouble?” Mirai asked, giggling.
“It happened three days ago, so technically I can’t do anything.”
“Leona.”
Crewel groaned loudly, turning his face back into his hands. 
Mirai cackled. 
“Why did he punch you?”
“Technically he punched me three times, b-”
“He punched you three times?!”
“Details, details. But yeah, but in his defense I accidentally stepped on him.”
“But didn’t you just say it was an accident?!”
“Technically this would be the second time I’ve accidentally stepped on him.”
Professor Crewel groaned into his hands, “What is wrong with you people?”
Mirai laughed again. 
“Should I be concerned?” Professor Crewel asked.
“About what? Me or about Leona?” Mirai asked.
“Yes.”
“Yes, and no,” Mirai laughed, “I don’t see Leona going out his way to punch me again, since he got even last time. But me? I’m a lost cause.”
“You’re lucky I like you, Little Papillon.”
Mirai giggled.
“Does this talk mean I can count you to finish the closet, and not to mix the Chamomile with the Pineapple Weed?” Professor Crewel deadpanned.
Mirai laughed with a nod, standing to get back to organizing and taking inventory of the storage closet. 
It was Saturday morning, and Mirai was sitting behind the counter at Mr. S’s Mysterious Shop, mindlessly playing with the scale, trying to get it to balance out perfectly. Sam was in the back for now doing inventory, so that meant Mirai was in charge of the front.
There was a chime at the door and Mirai straightened up quickly, business smile suddenly faltering as the object of his desire walked through the shop door with Ruggie in tow.
“Hey, Prefect,” Ruggie greeted, smile falling when he saw the big purple bruise on his face. “What happened?”
“Heyaz,” Mirai waved. “I tripped over something in the Botanical Gardens and smashed my face into a tree.”
Ruggie looked stunned and so did Leona.
“Go on, you can laugh. Ace sure did.”
Ruggie burst out laughing, clutching his stomach, “H-How do you m-manage to, to do that?!”
“Natural talent,” Mirai said with a wink. “So what can I help you with?” 
Ruggie ordered a large amount of meat, some bread, cheese, some drinks, and a box of donuts. Mirai was ringing the stuff up when he found the price for the steak in the system and the price for the steak on the packaging didn’t match.
“On sec,” Mirai said, turning around, shouting, “Hey Sam?”
“Yes, Little Imp?” Sam called back.
“I’ve run into an issue with pricing, it doesn’t match!”
After a couple of seconds, Sam came out from the back room, wiping his hands on his apron.
“Now let’s see if we can figure this out,” Sam said looking at the pricing. 
Mirai listened intently as Sam explained what had happened, a simple misprint, but he also explained how Mirai could find the right pricing if he ever got stuck in a situation like that or similar. As Sam explained Mirai could feel those cold piercing eyes on him again. Subtly, Mirai darted his gaze to the little desk mirror on the counter. Leona was looking at him. From this angle, Leona couldn't see himself, nor the Prefect in the mirror, but Mirai could see Leona. His deep green eyes were narrow, staring bullets into his skull, and Mirai couldn’t help but wonder if he actually was still mad. 
“Here you go Little Imps, sorry for the wait,” Sam said apologetically, voice startling Mirai from his thoughts. “The donuts are on the house.”
Mirai helped bag, passing it off to Ruggie, who happily took the box of free donuts. And as he did so, he still felt those eyes on him until the pair left.
Monday rolled around, and that meant gym class with Coach Vargas. Mirai didn’t like gym class, he never liked it. It was too much work, too humiliating for a dumb grade, but today, Coach Vargas decided on bringing out the soccer balls, which meant they got to choose who they wanted to play with, what they played and how they played. So Mirai, Ace, Deuce, and Grim all decided on a simple game of passing the ball back and forth. It was almost therapeutic passing the ball to each other while they joked around with each other, talking about anything or anyone. And the best part of it was that they were getting a passing class grade for the day just for fooling around. 
Mirai laughed as a group of guys, along with Coach Vargas, ran by playing a serious game of soccer. They were all sweaty and red in the face, and Mirai couldn’t understand why they would pass up such an opportunity to not do anything and get graded for it.
“You wanna play, Deuce?” Ace asked.
Mirai looked back at Deuce who was staring intently at the game.
“A-Ah, no, well, k-kinda,” Deuce stuttered.
“Aw, then go play,” Mirai said, feeling a little guilty. “Don’t let us ruin your fun.”
“Nah. And besides, it wouldn’t be fun without you guys.”
Mirai’s heart warmed at his words.
Ace laughed loudly, “Ew! Enough with the sappy stuff! Gross!”
“Hey,” Deuce shouted, “Is not!”
“Is too!”
“Is not!”
Mirai laughed as the two bickered back and forth.
“Okay, okay. How about this,” Mirai said, breaking the two up, “We got ten minutes of class, so how about a game of keep-away until the bell rings?”
“Two on Two?” Ace asked.
“Mn, but to make it fair, Deuce, you gotta take Grim.”
“What?!” Deuce shouted.
“Mrah?!” Grim yelled.
“Deucey, your athletic ability is enough for two people, and I can’t play well, to even the playing field, me and Ace will take you and Grim on,” Mirai explained.
“I guess it does seem fair,” Deuce muttered, scratching the back of his neck.
“And besides, Grim plays very well, for a cat. It’s his inability to work with others you gotta watch for.”
Ace cackled and Grim and Deuce balked at Mirai’s words.
“Ready, set, go,” Mirai said in one breath, taking a head start, kicking the ball away from the group.
“Hey,” Deuce and Grim shouted.
Ace laughed, running after the group.
Before they knew it, Coach Vargas blew the whistle, signaling the end of class, and Mirai offered to put the ball away.
“You sure?” Deuce asked.
“I’m just putting it in the shed,” Mirai said, waving Deuce off, “Be back in a minute.”
Mirai jogged across the field to the equipment shed. It wasn’t far from the locker rooms, so it wasn’t a problem really. Mirai pulled open the shed door, and of course there were soccer balls everywhere. 
“Can’t they just put them on the rack?” Mirai muttered angrily. With a tired sigh, he got to work.
 It didn’t take too long, but Mirai managed to put all twenty-six balls on the rack. As Mirai pushed the rack in place, a volleyball from another rack fell from where it was precariously stacked against the wall. Mirai glared at the ball, just wanting to change out. Maybe he could chuck it back up there, then call it a day? Mirai grabbed the ball, taking a step back and then shot the ball up onto the rack. The ball, in fact, did not make it on top of the rack. Mirai flinched as it bounced off the rack, sending the ball back his way, and the rack toppling over and falling into the corner. As the rack fell, clattering into the back wall, there was a shout. Mirai stopped dead in his tracks because volleyballs were not supposed to talk.
“What in-Ima kill whoever did that!”
“Uh oh,” Mirai winced. He really was becoming more and more familiar with that voice. 
A mop of brown hair shot up from the corner, a pair of lion ears stood upright with alert, and with a growl, Leona shoved the rack, sending it flying across the shed. Mirai flinched, ducking with a shout, as the rack flew by, smashing into the back wall, volleyballs flying and bouncing every which way. When Mirai cracked an eye open, Leona was fuming, green eyes glaring his way.
“H-Hey, Leona,” Mirai stuttered, “H-How’s it going?”
Leona growled deeply, baring his teeth. “You,” Leona shouted, climbing from his spot in the corner.
“Gotta go,” Mirai shouted quickly, chucking the ball in his hands, and just his rotten luck, it collided into Leona’s face. Leona groaned with a curse, falling backwards into the corner, holding his nose. 
Mirai sprinted out of the shed, and back to the locker rooms where he quickly shucked off his gym uniform, pulling his school one on.
“What’s the hurry man?” Ace asked as he lounged on the bench, scrolling through his phone. Grim and Deuce stared curiously at Mirai. 
“It seems the universe hates me and I really don’t wanna die today, so Ima get a head start,” Mirai rambled, getting his things.
“What are you-”
There was a bang on the far side of the locker room, before a furious voice roared, “Herbivore!”
Mirai jumped out of his skin, “See ya!”
Mirai opened one of the windows and jumped through, sprinting as far away as he could from the locker room.
Twisted Wonderland seemed to have it out for Mirai, testing his limits by putting him on a rigorous trial that consisted of Mirai being in horrible situations with the Savanaclaw dorm head, Leona Kingscholar. First there was the lunch mishap where Mirai accidentally bumped the third year, causing Leona to drop his grilled cheese sandwich, and it was the very last one. Then there was the mishap in the hall where Mirai dropped a stack of Professor Trein’s textbooks on Leona’s foot, then there was the time where Mirai dropped a can of soda, causing it to explode, sending it flying down the hall in right onto the ground at Leona’s feet, where it then spat sticky purple liquid all over his vest and shirt. Mirai felt horrible about all of it, it all probably taking a toll on the Beastman as much as it was him. 
Mirai was currently in Potionology, and Professor Crewel was explaining the day’s lesson plan, and unfortunately, Mirai was lost in thought. He felt horrible about his streak of bad luck with him and Leona, and to top it all off, he was still crushing on the lion. Mirai supposed his chances, assuming even if had a chance to begin with, were gone. Mirai sighed tiredly, heart in his stomach.
“Oi! Are you gonna start already or are we just gonna sit here all class?”
Mirai jumped, slipping a bit, but never falling. Of course the object of his desire, which was also the source of his suffering, was standing in front of him, lab coat and all.
“W-What, what are you-”
“You weren’t listening were you?” Leona deadpanned.
Mirai flushed, shaking his head guiltily. 
Leaon threw his head back, groaning exasperatedly, muttering curses to himself. “Ya’know, I could just let you fail right here?” Leona gruffed.
“Sorry,” Mirai muttered, eyes downcast.
“But I need this grade too, so Ima only explain this once. Listen carefully.”
The lesson was simple really. They were paired with an Upperclassman to make a simple swamp potion. Leona kept the pint sized cauldron warm as Mirai fetched the ingredients, Frog’s Breath, Mucus of a Forest Lizard, Toadstool Mushrooms, Algae, Toad Venom, and Mandrake Root. 
First they added some water and waited for it to boil, after that it was time to add the ingredients.
“Lizard Mucus,” Leona droned, “add it.”
Mirai nodded, pouring in the viscous mucus, scraping it out with a spoon. 
“Toadstool.”
“How many?” Mirai asked.
“Three.”
Mirai used forceps as he dropped in three mushrooms
“Toad Venom.”
Mirai poured in the milky white liquid, the contents of the pot taking on a white color, the liquid becoming thicker. 
“Frog’s breath,” Leona sighed.
Mirai picked up the beaker filled with foggy smoke, its contents swirling around as Mirai turned about the beaker. He didn’t know how that was even in there, or how he was supposed to even add it to a liquid, but Mirai stopped questioning things around here a long time ago. Pulling the cork off the beaker, Mirai quickly tipped the glass, and as if it was a liquid, the fog poured from the beaker into the cauldron. Mirai stared wide eyed as the smoke cascaded down into the potion.
“That actually worked,” Mirai whispered in awe. 
Leona snorted a laugh, “Why wouldn’t it?”
“This definitely isn’t possible where I’m from.”
Leona went silent, a look on his face that Mirai couldn’t decipher.
“So,” Mirai said, “what’s next?”
As Leona instructed, Mirai added the Algae, and the Mandrake Root, and now their potion was done, judging how it matched the color, which was a dark green, the texture, which was slimy, and the consistency, which as a thick viscous one, just like how textbook described.
Mirai got sad at the last ingredient, the Mandrake Root, knowing that those roots were previously alive at some point, with little faces, and running legs. 
“What’s the matter? Got some in your eye?” Leona gruffed as he poured potion into a beaker.
Mirai shocked his head, keeping his head down, eyes glaring at the potion. 
“Ya tired?”
Mirai shook his head.
“Then what’s up?!”
Mirai was quiet before he sighed, “I-It’s not fair.”
“What? You poutin’ because you wanted mix?!” Leona asked befuddled.
“No! It’s not fair that those poor Mandrakes had to die,” Mirai cried, eyes welling up with tears. 
Leona stood there dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to say or do. The Prefect was actually upset over the Mandrake Root.
“Good boy,” Professor Crewel praised, “You two did well-wh-what’s wrong, pup?”
Mirai shook his head.
“Kingscholar,” Professor Crewel growled.
“Can it, Crewel,” Leona huffed, “He’s cryin’ over the Mandrake Roots.”
Professor Crewel’s angered expression dropped into a sympathetic one. “Little Papillon, we’ve been over this before.”
“I-I know,” Mirai whimpered.
Professor Crewel sighed, placing a hand on Mirai’s head, “Since you two passed, would you like to hold one until class ends?”
Mirai looked up at Professor Crewel hopefully.
“Speak.”
“C-Can I?” Mirai asked.
“Yes you can,” Professor Crewel said walking off. 
There was a loud screeching from the back room, and the lab went silent, multiple students jumping in their seats, and not long after, Crewel returned, red pumps clicking on the stone floors, as he made his way back to Mirai and Leona with a small Mandrake squirming in his hands.
“Here,” Professor Crewel said, slowly handing over the living plant.
“Thanks, Professor Crewel,” Mirai mumbled, taking the root.
As Professor Crewel handed it over, its distressed squirming calmed down as Mirai held it, its screaming calming down to little chirps. Crewel scoffed at its behavior, leaving Mirai so he could check on the rest of the class.
Mirai held the Mandrake with a hand under its arms and his other under its legs, and it continued to chirp as Mirai sat down at the lab table, setting the Mandrake down. The root stood up from its sitting position, slipping over its long root-like feet as it tried to walk on the smooth surface. Mirai chuckled as he lay on his arms, resting on the table. Leona sat down on the other side of the table, eyes transfixed on the walking root.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Mandrake act like that,” Leona gruffed as the Mandrake chirped, playing with the Prefect’s hand.
“You just gotta be nice, is all,” Mirai muttered, voice sounding stuffy from crying.
“That really bothered you?” Leona asked, curiosity lacing his voice.
“Yeah,” Mirai whispered, “There’s just something about knowing that the Mandrake here is just like the one I had to use in a potion. I don’t know, it's just…”
Mirai sighed, running a finger across the leafy top of the root, listening to it croon at the petting. 
“But it’s just like our food, ya know,” Leona said, “Chicken, bacon, hamburgers, fish, it all was living.”
“I-I know, but I just, It’s just, I don’t know,” Mirai sighed, “It just feels wrong to me, like, it’s not fair.”
Leona hummed quietly.
The mandrake tottered around the table, slipping and teetering back and forth. Mirai stuck out a finger, brushing against the root, and Leona stuck out his hand as well, reaching for the Mandrakes head. The Mandrake jumped at his presence, slipping and scurrying to hide behind Mirai’s arm. Leona growled, his expression something close to a pout.
Mirai breathed a laugh, moving his arm, “It’s okay. The big bad lion won’t hurt you.”
“Oi,” Leona shouted.
Mirai held the Mandrake up to Leona. The Mandrake wasn’t too happy about it, but it didn’t protest as Leona ran a clawed finger across the root’s tufted head. The Mandrake chirped at the touch, nuzzling the lion’s finger. 
The bell rang, signaling the classes end, and Mirai sighed. 
“I’ll clean up,” Leona said, “you can put the plant back.”
Mirai nodded, a small smile in thanks as he got up to give the root to Crewel. 
Somehow, there was a horrible mishap on the second level exterior hallway causing it to now need extensive cleaning. Mirai volunteered, and Ace, per Riddle’s demand, did as well, to help clean up after classes. Professor Trein even went as far as bribing the students by telling them that the first several students who volunteered got a reward dished out by the Headmage himself. So here Mirai was, mopping the stone floors, humming to himself, while Ace wiped down the columns, grumbling, muttering curses under his breath.
“Why do I gotta do this?!” Ace huffed, chucking the sodden dishrag down onto the floor, the cloth making a wet splat sound.
“Would you rather be cleaning at your dorm?” Mirai asked, “Wasn’t Riddle in a bad mood today?”
Ace cringed, picking up the rag again, “Still doesn't mean I wanna spend my time cleaning.”
Mirai chuckled, shaking his head and went back to mopping.
It got hot after a while, and Mirai tossed his blazer off, setting it on one of the clean railings, and Ace did the same, rolling up his sleeves, getting back to work. One of the third years called for a break, leaving to go get a soda, and Mirai, Ace, and a couple of others raced to the archways, sticking their heads out like dogs in a car, enjoying the weather.
“Man, this is nice,” Ace sighed.
“Yeah,” Mirai sighed. 
The pair sat side by side, looking out at the courtyard below. It was relatively empty, but the lack of people made it so serene and peaceful. Many students around this time were either in a club activity, eating, studying, or just enjoying life. The wind blew the leaves on the trees, creating a calming sound that relaxed the Ramshackle Prefect. It made him a little homesick. He missed the summers in his world. He missed the Summer Fairs in America, eating cotton candy, candy apples, corn dogs, popcorn, hot dogs, and drinking blue raspberry slushies. He missed betting with his friends on who’d throw up first after eating a load of greasy fair food and going on a number of fast rides together. Maybe he’d get some ice cream later?
“Okay, let’s finish this up,” Mirai sighed, stretching.
Mirai went back to mopping the floors, making sure to get up whatever it was that exploded all over the hallway. Ace scrubbed the doors with a coarse hand brush, and there were a couple of other students washing the walls, and others washing the carpets. But with their group effort, they were able to get the exterior hallway cleaned in under two hours. 
“Nice job everyone,” a Pomefiore student with long platinum hair gushed, “Such beautiful team effort!”
“What should we do with the water?” a brunette asked, ignoring him.
“I don’t know,” a blonde third year student said, “toss it out the window.”
Everyone looked skeptical, but when the blonde picked up the bucket and dumped the dirty water off the side, and nothing happened, everyone else grabbed a bucket. Going down the line, the brunette dumped his bucket, then a strawberry blonde, then a short freshman with cat ears, then the Pomefiore student, then Ace, and lastly Mirai.
With a grunt, Mirai sat his bucket on the ledge and tilted it, dumping the dirty sudsy water out. As he poured, there suddenly there was a startled screech from below, and everyone sped to the edge, sticking their heads out to see what happened. Stories below Mirai’s archway was Leona, soaked to the bone, and seething with rage. Mirai gasped as their eyes met, his hands slipping, spilling the rest of the water, the bucket falling right on the lion’s head with a loud thunk.
Mirai and the rest of the students were speechless as they stared down at Leona who was growling, baring his teeth at everyone, mostly Mirai, up above.
“I’m gonna kill you, Herbivore,” Leona screamed, “Ya hear me?! Ima kill you!”
“Shoot,” someone whispered.
And like that, everyone dispersed, sprinting from the exterior hallway.
“You’re gonna die man,” Ace hissed.
“I know,” Mirai hissed back. 
“I wasn’t here, I wasn’t here, you guys don’t know me, I don’t know you,” the short cat student babbled, terrified. 
There was a bang and the doors at the end of the hall flew open, revealing a sopping wet, fuming Leona, and the group stopped in their tracks, frozen in fear. 
“You,” Leona seethed.
“Run,” the blonde hissed.
You didn’t have to tell Mirai twice and he booked it in the other direction. Leona passed everyone out, hunting the Prefect down. 
“He’s fast,” the strawberry blonde said.
“He’s dead,” Ace deadpanned.
“Let us pray to the great seven that he’ll make it to see the sun again,” the Pomefiore student said, bowing his head, clasping his hands together.
Mirai weaved down the halls, pushing through doors, slides on the corners to make it out of the building. And to make matters worse, he could hear the aggravated haggard breathing coming from Leona getting closer and closer to him, his loud footsteps getting louder and louder. Mirai found an open classroom as he turned a corner, slipping inside, driving behind a row of desks. Leona wasn’t stupid enough to fall for it, entering the classroom after him, and Mirai knew that, but he also knew if he played his cards right, he could slip out while Leona looked for him. 
Suddenly, the sound of the door shutting, the lock snapping in place had Mira frozen, his heart sinking into his stomach, the sound echoing in his ears. He was dead meat, wasn’t he?
“You’re not getting out of this one,” Leona growled. 
Ice cold with fear, Mirai crouched down, crawling down the steps away from the sound of Leona ragged breathing. As Leona went right, Mirai went left, making his way down the lecture hall. Mirai made it to the middle of the room, and peaked from behind the desk. Leona was on the other side, looking behind the desks. Mirai took the chance to scurry across the room. Mirai continued, crawling on his hands and knees. He passed another row, and didn’t see Leona, and the same outcome for the next three rows. Mirai made it to the bottom of the lecture hall, crawling out from behind the front row of desks when he saw a pair of green eyes staring back at him. 
“Get over here,” Leona yelled, running towards him.
Mirai screamed, sprinting back up the stairs, but didn’t get far as Leona dove after him, sending the two of them rolling down the stairs. Leona ended up on top, wringing the Prefect up by the collar, and Mirai threw his arms up, shielding his face.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Mirai chanted over and over, breathing haggardly.
“You ain’t sorry,” Leona growled, “You’ve been doin’ this all week.”
“I’m sorry,” Mirai gasped, “I-I-, It, It was an-an accident.”
“You expect me to believe all of that was an accident?!”
“Y-Yes, yes! It was an accident,” Mirai gasped out.
Leona growled, throwing Mirai down on the floor.
“Whaddya gonna do to make up for it?” Leona growled.
“Wh-What?”
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rearrange your face right now.”
“I-, a-anything, anything,” Mirai gasped out, arms still crossed over his face, “Anything in the realm of reasonability.” 
Truth be told, Mirai wasn’t guarding his face for protection, not anymore, he really was covering the deep blush that colored his cheek, too deep to be from running for his life. His heart was pounding for many different reasons, as was the cause of his heavy breathing. 
“Whaddaya mean?”
“L-like I’m not being your doormat,” Mirai huffed, moving his hands, “or your foot rest. You might as well get it over with and punch me.”
Leona stopped to think for a second before speaking, “This weekend, you’ll be my assistant. You’ll do anything I tell ya to do, and Ion want any lip from you.”
“Why would you want that?” Mirai scoffed, “Ruggie not enough for you?”
“Nah, I just wanna see how long it takes until someone like you breaks.”
Mirai sneered at him, his teeth grinding behind curled lips.
“Take it or leave it, Herbivore.”
“On my hours,” Mirai spoke again, standing to look the Beastman dead in the eyes.
“Huh?” Leona asked, looking a bit taken aback.
“I don’t have the liberty like Ruggie to come to you at your beck and call. I can’t afford to skip classes, and I can’t afford to miss my shift with Sam. I don’t have the liberties like the rest of you.”
Leona looked surprised at Mirai’s confession. Not many besides Ruggie were brave enough to make demands like that, but what also surprised him was the Prefect's determination. 
“Deal or no deal?” Mirai asked.
“Fine,” Leona gruffed, “But don’t think you’re gonna have it easy, Herbivore. I’m not letting you off the hook until I see fit. The moment you mess up, you’re gonna have more than a black eye to worry about.”
“Give me your best shot,” Mirai smirked.
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promise-feingold · 2 years
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- A wish your heart didn't make -
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Working on the outfit composition + chibi sprite !!
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emyluwinter · 2 years
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A few more thoughts about Eric.
You know, it made me think that Eric is more mature mentally compared to his peers. And he would be just an amazing teacher. Calm, patient and always encouraging the pursuit of knowledge and questions. He may have an encyclopedia instead of brains because due to poor health in childhood, he read all the books he could find and studied at home. This is not the strict upbringing of Riddle, it was a childish thirst for knowledge and answers to a question….
………..can he find a cure for himself.
His knowledge could be reflected in his manner of speaking to younger students. For example, with an Epel. You can swear at me, but education in the village, in the city and at home make a huge difference.
In the village, studies are usually formed from the experience of older generations and information is updated more slowly there than in the same city.
Based also on a bunch of different factors, the village can literally fall apart before our eyes. Unfortunately, I was a witness to this. If there is no job, there is no infrastructure for the next generations, the young population will look for a better place and possible options to improve their well-being.
So…..you can throw slippers at me. But I think that Epel may have a more "superficial" knowledge of learning than others.
And Eric sees it.
He does not get angry and annoyed like Vil when Epel divides into "female" or "male". Or that he definitely needs to "become big and strong" Eric just sees that there are no other options for Epel. He has nowhere to take information and therefore research whether he has other options.
Usually Eric always gently guides Epel so that he understands his point of view on his own and sees that his thinking is not "wrong" or "bad".But what he has been used to since childhood may have other variants of points of view.
-Epel why do you think that ballet is only for girls? -Well, all these bows and ruffles and a pack…it's not for me. - Epel begins to snort and grumble, slowly boiling knowing that if you raise the topic of his "pretty appearance" he will not tolerate. - I will not deny that this is required for some productions and performances. Sometimes it is required for a costume for a full immersion in the role and performance….Have you ever seen how ballet dancers do? - No…? - Epel begins to get confused because he thought that Eric would scold him as well as Wil. -Well, Epel, I can tell you with confidence that ballet dancers also give their best in training like any other athlete.
Epel suddenly interrupts.
-Oh, come on?? -Then answer the question in order to lift your partner in ballroom dancing or put him on your shoulders can it be equivalent to lifting weights in sports.
Epel looks owlishly at Eric. He chooses a different tactic.
-Look, in ballet, as in sports, you need to train a lot so that your muscles that were not previously involved were able to give you the movement that is required from the role…If you immediately perform a difficult throw with your hand in magift without preparation or stretching, what will happen?
-Most likely I'll pull the muscle and Leona-san will say that I'm a jerk..
Eric chuckles softly.
-A little rough, but generally correct. Vil wants you to do ballet to understand how to control your body. Have you ever thought that certain muscles are responsible for a certain movement? - I'm not that stupid! -Then do you know how you need to move to sit on the vertical splits? -Eric asks condescendingly, seeing that Epel is already ready for a verbal fight. Opening and immediately closing her mouth, Epel frowns and snorts that his does not know. -Vil does not have the patience to explain everything to you, why you need this or that occupation. And you immediately get angry thinking that you will be dressed like a doll for a showcase in a ruffle shop..
After that, Eric shows on his phone a video with the most complex ballet movements and complex techniques, which is why Epel is standing with his mouth open.
-Is she really standing on his shoulder on one leg?!? and they go so smoothly?! -I told you Epel ballet is not bows and ruffles…this is endless training and practicing movements. -it's amazing…he picked her up like she was a fluff! How did he do it?! -Now don't you think that ballet is only for "girls"? -No…..but these sweatpants are killing me…
Eric laughed for 15 minutes.
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eirasummersart · 5 months
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Twistober prompt list.
Day 30: Glorious Masquerade. To me this event is peak Malleyuu content, so when I read that scene of Sebek asking to sit on people's laps to sit close to Malleus... well, I could only think of Malleus putting Yuu on his lap instead. I wanted to draw it for a while but never did, so here it is XDD
No inking this time because there was SO MUCH black I would've died hahaah But all the non green parts on both their outfits are basically black, their hairs and Mal's horns too~
Just one more to go and I'll be done 😌
Commissions are open, check out my pinnned post if you’re interested~
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