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Fantastic rendition of Shang Qinghua's POV
The sad little hamsters is what I imagine sqh looks like to mbj all the time
BWKWGWJWHWJHW I HAD TO DRAW IT
Reblogging because same
Does Anyone have the twst card backgrounds? I kinda need them for a totally not mischievous and self-indulgent reason OwO
I genuinely have no idea where to even look for these, but I want them so badly, and also I want to share them with my friends who have OCs so that we can all make fake cards for our OCs dgsajgdsjagdja
I thought I needed a new laptop but nope, youtube is slowing down your PC if you have adblock on on any open tab...
Crossover fic has blessed my brain in that a eden-moth is just plop into twisted-wonderland as Yuu.
-Grim acts as the mouth and driving force? Moth has yet to collect enough candles to spend on chat (telepathy)
-'Child of man?' Yes, they are indeed a child made from the hands of man
-hates the name shrimpy once they know what they look like, too much like krill
-can play instrument, but only makes sounds of honks
-magic mirror can't see what their soul is? That is because they have yet to make one, they are still only a moth (a star trapped stone)
-they absolutely love Othro because he is like them!!!
-don't know how to return home? Because they haven't tried traveling through the gates to the realms yet
-the memories of the overbots and future events? That is just skykid mechanics
-the magic that makes them fly? Can slightly adjust to having super weak magic that they can only fly for a limited time (can't even cast a wind to stay afloat)
-helps with overblots by burning away the ink with candle
-likes Grim because he is a constant source of fire (ears) and he is grey like crab.
I love your Twisted Wonderland AUs and I was wondering...
Can you make one of Magical Girl! Yuu with a Magical Madoka system?
I think her wish gave her something similar to Homura's power of having a pocket dimension and she had a few seeds of suffering with her (two to four would be fine, right?) and that since she arrived she has had to recycle them by reviving one. and again to the witches to be able to use them correctly.
And I can already imagine the problems he will have if Kyuubei comes with him, it would be a real struggle to stop his friends from selling their souls while learning the truth of their world, I can already taste the drama and angst!
So what I'm getting here...is Yuu basically being like Homura at least in the sense that they KNOW Kyubei is full of shit...and has to go around stopping the most EGOTISTICAL TEENAGERS ON THE PLANET from throwing their souls away for superpowers.
Yep, Yuu would Overblot or go full witch from that stress ALONE. I mean JESUS, Grim would try to wish for all the tuna he could eat every other day just to wish to become a great mage and get Kyubei slaughtered by Yuu EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. (also wow, now that you bring it up, Madoka Magica Witches are legit Overblots but with absolutely NO WAY to save the victim, that's fucking SAD-)
But on another note...you know how Witch Seeds clean the Soul Gems? What if they could ALSO clean magestones? That could open a whole new door of world-building if these worlds collide.
And honestly, there are SO MANY WAYS things could go wrong if one of the TWST Boys makes a contract. The fact that EVERYONE has trauma or baggage of some kind means the whole descent into Witch territory can be different for EVERYBODY, especially with the factor that their wish is inevitably turned against them in some way.
SO
MANY
TIMELOOPS
And that's MINUS the realization that their soul is no longer in their body, cause that alone is enough to swear off this bullshit in my book.
And the pocket dimension thing, I'm not even gonna touch that cause Rebellion was a whole different fucking beast and the main plot in the show is plenty of angst for now
waiting for my turn to speak in a conversation and trying not to interrupt literally feels like I'm trying to jump into a game of double dutch
What are friends for, if not aggressively cheering for you?
POV: Ace's cheering section at his basketball games
Now with the inclusion of Crowely to the Ramshackle roster with Grim,Rollo, and (maybe Fellow) , it seems that the theme for Ramshackle is "It's a fucking yuu problem".
Please give him stuffed toys š„ŗ
Does anyone know if the Thai/Russian translations of svsss have been published? Or if any others have been published? I wanna buy every version I can find PLEASE
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Something like this would be so colossally helpful. I'm sick and tired of trying to research specific clothing from any given culture and being met with either racist stereotypical costumes worn by yt people or ai generated garbage nonsense, and trying to be hyper specific with searches yields fuck all. Like I generally just cannot trust the legitimacy of most search results at this point. It's extremely frustrating. If there are good resources for this then they're buried deep under all the other bullshit, and idk where to start looking.
Shrimp Yuu looks like they would sound crinkling like aluminum foil and I love them.
The ace house
Every time I see this yuu, I just want to chew on them like a marshmallow in an affectionate way.
recently i love the pompompurin & pikachu meme
Prompt: "You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth... If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."
Pairing: Dire Crowley and GN!Prefect/ Yuu/ MC
Genre: Yandere (platonic)
TW: Yandere Dire Crowley, crow man's delusional and literally does not give two fucks, just generally creepy vibes all around.
AN: I am so, so, so sorry for what you are about to read now lol. If you get too confused in the middle, don't worry, I was just as confused writing this but my brain just wouldn't rest until I finished and posted this so here we are. The basic summary of this is that Yuu or the Prefect is trapped in an endless cycle because Crowley overblotted. You might have to read this twice or thrice to understand the how and why <3
He knows.
From the moment he sees them, he remembers.
He remembers and he watches as they do it again.
And again.
And again.
A puppet, unaware of their being handled by someone else, someone kinder and gentler who just wants to keep them safe and sound.
Even if it means trapping them in an endless cycle.
Even if he is the only one who sees and notices and remembers.
Dire Crowley cuts an imposing figure as he stands in his office, facing an ornate mirror. Not the Dark Mirror, no. This particular mirror has its roots in mystical arcane magic, from the times of Jupiter and when the Titans roamed free. Dire has a faint memory of his mother, the Crowley Matriarch, telling him to be careful with it, to pass it down to his heir as she had, to him.
Crystal clear, it beckons to him to reveal himself. To bare himself, imperfections and flaws laid out in the privacy of his office for it to see.
A selfish, sadistic desire to pick apart every carefully constructed lie, each bejeweled facade to show the utter mess of a man that lies beneath it all arises in him; he finds himself indulging in it more often than he likes to admit.
The masked man removes his mask for what is not the first time, and most certainly would not be the last. Sharp golden eyes look on as black ink, once held within the confines of his mask, drips down his face. Times like these make him wonder and marvel at how he has not met his demise yet.
Fingers adorned with golden claws rise and touch the blot, marveling at how cold it feels as it stains his skin. Lesser mages would have been dead long ago, Crowley knows this. Slight dread rises in him at the thought, knowing that his magic reserves are long finished; he lives on borrowed time and magic.
But then again, who cares? As long as he can have them here, where they belong, safe and sound-
A knock resonates through the room, startling the headmage. He quickly puts the mask on his face again and clears his throat, saying, "Come in."
He watches as they walk in, no doubt to complain about something, or to talk about their financial situation. Perhaps he should increase their allowance? After all, it is their being, their magic that sustains him, and allows him to live through these lifetimes watching over the unassuming, now magicless human he had imprinted on and the students they had endeared themself to.
Crowley watches as they speak, unable to stop his lips from curling up into a smile. He hems and haws and lies through his teeth about not being able to find them a way back.
He sees the light in their eyes dim; it is a small change, one that doesn't stay for long. But the magicless human is precious to him, and so he observes them. He watches them leave his office silently, a stark contrast to when their impatience and indignance have them cursing his name to the skies. No outcome, no outburst of their emotions will be able to move his cold, frozen heart to thaw, however; they belong to Twisted Wonderland, as Twisted Wonderland belongs to them.
In their first lifetime, Crowley recalls with the fondness of a father thinking of his grown-up child, they did possess magic; far different in nature, but magic nonetheless. And powerful too, considering the aura of it radiated from their being even as something stopped them from being able to use it.
Crowley wonders if it was so that he could see how invaluable, how indispensable they were.
How the entirety of Twisted Wonderland was made for them.
He did try, the first time, to find them a way back home. Endless efforts were dedicated to researching the existence of universes and multiverses. Of course, such exhaustive research would take time, time which he saw them spend getting close to the students of Night Raven College and fighting overblots.
Seven overblots, in the span of one year.
A record untouched by any other being, mage or otherwise. A record they kept making each and every lifetime they spent in the loop. A record that became his new normal, so much so that he no longer gives more than a cursory glance to the overblots and their aftermath.
He knows how it all ends, after all.
In their first lifetime, his efforts had bore fruit. His studies revealed a way to connect the Dark Mirror to their plane of existence, through the use of the very mirror that was hidden behind his back. His blood had run cold at the revelation, and he spent the next few weeks? months? looking for alternatives. For other ways to be able to send them back.
Until one day, the Prefect found out.
As they angrily interrogated him for the reasons behind his silence, asking him why he would not send them back even though there was a way, he realized exactly why he was hesitant about sending them back.
Crowley had no spouse, no children. But the mirror, the mirror which had been in his family for generations, needed an heir. One who could gain control over it, rather than have it control them like it did with so many of his ancestors, including his mother.
Surely the one dubbed a beast-tamer could tame such a dangerously powerful magical artefact?
He desperately begged and bargained with them, trying to change their mind. Trying to entice them into staying forever in Twisted Wonderland, as his heir. He offered them gold and silver, riches beyond what one would expect a man like him to have. He offered them the immense honour and prestige that came with being a deity that the entirety of Twisted Wonderland bowed to.
But they... they refused to stay. The only thing that was in their mind was to go home. Why couldn't they get it through their head that Twisted Wonderland was meant to be their home?
The aftermath of that argument... Crowley's memories are hazy at best. He remembers waking up in a pool of blot, the sticky ink covering his hands and the top of his face, dripping constantly. He remembers the mirror glowing as he dragged himself to it like a mindless moth flies to the flame even with the risk of getting burned.
Words had slipped through his mouth like the prayers of the devout at the altar of their deity, the faint and familiar hum of magic accompanied by a slight crackle of dark miasma.
"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor... My proud, beautiful flower of evil. You are truly the fairest one of all," he had spoken, not knowing exactly what spell he was casting. All he knew, was that he was succumbing to the mirror, the same way his mother had; the same way all of his ancestors had, giving into the madness that such unchecked power and magic could create.
"O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek.." A vision of them, standing on the other side of the mirror, had Crowley try to reach out to them. His hand grazed the solid glass, before passing through it. He watched as their eyes widened and they took a step back.
"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth... If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror." A shiver of thrill ran up his spine as they gingerly placed their hand in his after giving his words some thought, even with all the doubt in their eyes. He curled his fingers around their warm hand, and pulled.
He later found out that, during his overblot, he had managed to trap a significant portion of their soul in the mirror that was his family heirloom. The mirror rejected their magic, foreign as it was, and somehow those powers transferred themselves over to Crowley.
The words Crowley spoke, was the way to invoke their soul and bring them back each time they left Twisted Wonderland. A reset button, if you will.
Every time they show the slightest hint of wanting to leave, the slightest glimpse of understanding that he is the one they need to defeat in order to go home, he resets. Memories get wiped and Twisted Wonderland moulds beneath his gold-plated fingertips to what it was before. They say time waits for no man, but then again, Dire Crowley is more monster than human now. And so it bends to his will, but not without taking away his memories as well.
But then he sees them.
And he remembers.
Everyone but Shang Qinghua can see it
I cannot add more to this, this is the embodiment of a Grim fan.
No because I don't think you understand how much I love this little gremlin, he's one of the biggest menaces to society and he's so adorable while at it, like, just look at himmmmmm, I swear to God or Great Seven if anything happens to my son I will kill everyone in this universe and then myself
I WILL PROTECT MY CHILD NO MATTER FUCKIN WHAT
I am very excited about people getting into the anime.
Been watching The Apothecary Dairies and I gotta say, thatās gotta be one of the most feminine shows Iāve seen in a while (and I say this as a compliment). I didnāt realize how much Iāve needed to watch something very obviously made by and for woman, that isnāt āgirl powerā bull. My Lord, itās such a breath of fresh air.
Iām not really smart enough to explain what I mean by this, but if you got the time to watch it, the anime is 9 episodes atm, and the dub is at episode 7 at the time of me writing this. Go give it a watch
He has a face that only an Isekai person could love.
I love my ugly, hideous, bad-looking, unsightly, and ugly cat raccoon son š
Everytime I see the Shang twins, I just want a comedy fanfic of og Qinghua trying to be conniving but also have to deal with the disaster that is his brother and boss's courting. Or at least Mobei-Jun vs in-law shenanigans on trying to court airplane.
When your brother wants to betray the powerful demon king you both work for but you know that's NOT going to end well so you try to convince him not to do it but he's also seen those LUSTFUL gazes you do to said demon and calls you out
He made us work for him, no tuna for him.
I had to do 100 pulls for fucking platinum jacket grim. He was literally the 100th one exactly HOW FUCKING DARE YOU. how will I get masquerade Idia and Rollo now š
I found it funny that Shang Qinghua is essentially Pygmalion and Mobei Jun is his Galatea, but he is the one who feels the Pygmalion effect. They are the continuation of the ending of the myth when Pygmalion now have to deal with the consequences of Galatea becoming a real person with her own thoughts than the idolized marble.
To the bots who keep following me, may your creators eat glass. Y'all are annoying.
Is the concept of superheroes even a thing in the world of twisted wonderland? Like they have magic, so superheroes wouldn't be as spectacular as like mages nor exist. If it was a concept, is it like Saturday cartoons or like live performances at like amusement parks?
Yo
I am just here cause pinterest redirects me to here and I need to make an account in order to explore more posts. No posting, just cruising.