Silver From Twst For The Character Bingo👀

I’m doing great!! how are you? The worst one was that I didn’t know that Vargas was based on Gaston until a little while ago when my friend saw him and regonized him immediately and they don’t even play twst ;w;- 🦭

I'm glad to hear that! I'm busy as always with college, but things have been pretty good overall! I'm enjoying the new halloween event to the max!

HELPP 🦭 ANON I'M LAUGHING SO HARD (respectfully), the way even those who don't play twst recognized him... tbh the very first time I saw him (on flying lessons) I just squinted my eyes and thought "wait what is Gaston doing here?" bc I didn't know he was a character twisted from him, I straight up thought it was Gaston himself

lil silly comic abt the time yuu and grim have to stay at pome while ramshackle is being renovated ww they gave them a lil makeover

hi everyone which character angst are we feeling up to today⁉️

TRACK [ 05 ] can we be friends?

light me up, kalim al asim [ idol!au ]

synopsis: you and neige under the group name SNOW reign supreme in the idol world. what happens when kalim, a newly-debuted rookie knocks you off your high horse—and to make things worse—becomes infatuated with you?

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notes: and now i work on requests and work out </3 so hard to use emojis i personally don’t use but ik neige and kalim are “🥹” users

tags: @shichijouu @strwbrry-cke @yoyoyokalim @bimboing @vievi @alatuskaleidos @aikochan4859 @enqy @venusflwers @kreldeprince @dizzy-days @flannn @jjellyz @h0n3ysgh0st (taglist is still open! just leave an ask or comment!)

FINALLY A TAG GAME I'M NOT LATE TO 🙏 this is such a cute picrew right!!

I've made myself with my cat (left) and my yuusona with Grim (right)!

also don't worry about tagging me too much! I love doing these games 🫶

i decided not to gatekeep it CAUSE IT'S SO COOL AND INCLUSIVE!!! It has different hair types and all that jazz and there's even a version for plus sized!!

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I’m sick but I always have time to draw Riddle 😭😭😭💖💞💕💞

[Valentine's first winter - Riddle Rosehearts]

Summary: Through the haziness of his sickness, your light shines through. You stay by his side and Riddle's heart blossoms for you.

Notes: gn!reader, sickfic, fluff, could be read as a continuation of my other Riddle oneshot but it's not necessary to understand, super self indulgent, established relationship, Riddle's mother is it's own warning

Spring is the time for warmth, the time to watch the flowers bloom and appreciate the calming breeze. Winter is the contrary, it's the time for the chill, the time for the skies to open and cry onto the earth. 

Riddle usually was prepared for such times, of course. He'd check the weather cast everyday to make sure to bring an umbrella or a coat with him and text you to do the same. The thing is, he was also very busy, what with the finals weeks and winter vacation coming, as the Housewarden he had to deal with more paperwork than usual and keep an eye on the Heartslabyul's students to make sure they were keeping up with their studies. Since Trey wasn't the vice housewarden anymore, having moved on to the next grade and doing his reasearch somewhere at the Queendom of Roses, Riddle had more work than he was used to.

You made sure to check on him, reminding him to take breaks periodically. You even went to his room yourself, a tray of hand made sweets and tea in your hands. Riddle could feel the warmth of spring through his entire being as he looked at your gentle smile. He'd stop everything he was doing to spend some time with you, talking about your days in a way that brought peace for his soul for a moment, no thoughts spared for the mountains of paperwork left to do.

Still, it was due to having such a stressful schedule that he got too caught up with his work and forgot to check the weather cast one day. It was only one day, a little slip, but it cost him. On that day, Lady Luck turned her head away from him and the heavens poured onto the campus of NRC. What's worst, Riddle had been on the botanical garden when it happened, tending to his alchemy experiment. He only noticed the downpour once it was too late to run back safely, getting caught in the middle of it.

And that's how Riddle Rosehearts found himself on the nurse's office, body burning up and cursing his unattentiveness.

Riddle remembers when he got sick once, as a child. He felt terrible, hot all over, sweating and dizzy. What's worse, he couldn't concentrate on his books at all, his eyes felt heavy and kept closing on their own. He just wanted to sleep, but he still had to finish one exercise. His hands trembled as he tried to write some gibberish, he'd never felt so bad before. His eyes watered and his vision was blurry, words getting mixed with the others, although there was one thing he could see clear as day. His mother disappointed face as she came to check on him. 

She put the back of her hand against his forehead and the cold felt so good against his burning skin, he couldn't help but lean into it, closing his eyes in relief and letting out a whimper. The sensation was gone sooner than it appeared, leaving Riddle to almost topple over with the weight of his own head. She said something about him not listening when she warned him about the climate change, as winter approaching tended to bring such colds. He couldn't listen properly, his head was full of mush, he could barely keep his eyes open. She tutted and grabbed him by the arm, getting him up so fast he felt like throwing up, his vision blacking out for a second and losing his footing, only that firm brusing hand on his arm keeping him up. 

She took him to his bed and gave him some bitter medicine, telling him to stay put for the rest of the day. He obliged, as always, what else could he do? His mother was a doctor, she knew what she was talking about. He knew she had better, more important things to do than look for her disobedient son that went and got himself sick. She's a busy woman, so busy that outside of lessons he almost never saw her. He understood, she had to work hard to keep herself at the top, and that meant she didn't have much free time to spare him. Still, he felt very lonely in such a vulnerable state. Alone in his room, the aching in his chest felt worse than the cold. The red of the wall burnt his eyes, so he burried himself on the covers, still sweating, hugged his pillow on his chest and wished, desperately hoped, for it to go away soon.

The sensations from back then come to haunt him again. There's shivers breaking out on his body but his skin burns, he can't decide if he's running too cold or too hot or too much. His muscles weight a ton, holding him back on the bed, making his movements sluggish. He wants to rip out his vocal cords and weave new ones, ones that won't grant on his ears and won't rasp his throat with every syllable.

He can hear the door opening. It's not the nurse, but you. Through the haziness of his sickness, your light shines through. You stay by his side and Riddle's heart blossoms for you.

You have a worried look in your eyes as you pull a chair to sit next to his bed, eyeing him with concern. He hates that he's a bother, that he caused you distress over something so easily avoidable. Even so, your presence washes over him as if cleansing his soul. He's glad to see you, he realizes. He's glad to not be left alone.

There's a cup of water in your hands, and he gladly takes it, greedily downing it. The liquid freezes all the way down his throat, his flaring insides lapping it up, he wants to drink more and more. Your hand takes his and makes him slow down, least he chokes. It's a little thing, but this simple gesture makes his insides flutter. You take the glass from his hands once he's done, putting it on the bedside table and focusing your whole attention on him. He wants to drink up the sight of you.

The way Riddle looks at you leaves you breathless, fever ridden lidded eyes glancing through his lashes as if you were everything he could ever need. You hung up the stars on the sky, you painted every color of the sunset, you were the sun and the moon, the cosmos itself. He looked with so much adoration, as if he couldn't believe that you were still there, with him of all people. Him. You choose him and you stayed with him and he was so, so grateful for it.

You call out his name softly, oh so softly, and give him a kiss on the forehead, your lips leaving a tingling sensation. He wanted to berate you, to tell you to not that, since you could get sick too, but no word left his sore throat, he couldn't gather the strenght to protest against something that felt so good. Instead, he lets the words that run through his mind leave his tongue, unfiltered.

"You shouldn't be worrying about me, you have more important things to care about."

You smile, a bittersweet thing, eyes contemplating, as if asking youself 'doesn't he get it?' He's not in the best state to read your expression, though. You tenderly put your hand on his forehead, moving some hair sticking there and feeling his warmth. He leans into the touch, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

"Oh, Riddle, I'm taking care of something important. In fact, I can't think of a single thing that could be more important than you. The rest can wait, I want to make sure you're ok first and foremost."

Riddle's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. What could he say to that? His vision blurries, but he isn't sure if it's because of the fever or something else. Maybe it has something to do with the way your eyes gaze at him, so full of unfiltered love that Riddle could never doubt a word that falls from your lips, doesn't matter if they seem too good to be true.

You giggle at his cute dumbfounded expression, teasing him a little. "Cat got your tongue?"

He pouts, cheeks puffing up a bit and turns his head away. It's extremely endearing, you can't help but let out a laugh. Your hand run through his bangs, taking them off his sweaty skin, massaging his temples. He closes his eyes, pure relief flowing through him.

It felt nice to be taken care of like this, the simple comfort of your steady presence by his side made him feel like he was safe, like it would be alright, that he could let go and trust you'd take care of him. He wanted to grip onto this feelings and not let go, let them fill him up and chase the disease out of his system. One of his hands lifted to cover yours that was still in his forehead, a childish impulse to make sure you'd stay. You let out another soft laugh, the sound being enough to make him breath better, lifting a weight from his chest. You'd stay, he was sure of it. You always do.

Still, Riddle felt disgusting, runny nose and sticky skin, face as red as his hair. He wanted to get out of his dermis, rinse his bones until they shined and stopped feeling like that, unbearably dirty. But you didn't move away from him, your expression was always that of worry and fondness, never of disgust. "I'd never be disgusted of you, Riddle." You murmur, and he must have let his thoughts slip through his loose tongue. "It's a normal reaction, you can't control it. There's no reason to feel ashamed." It's so easy to fall for your words, so easy to let himself fully believe in them, so easy to accept the reassurance.

Riddle can take care of himself. He doesn't need to be babied and he doesn't need anyone's pity. He wants to do things his way, he doesn't want to depend on anyone, doesn't want to look weak. But your gentle voice echoes in his head, saying that's ok to ask for help. He doesn't need to do everything alone, he can count on you. And he trusts you so much, with his entire soul, so he lets you stay by his side. He knows that once he wakes up, you'll still be there. You always stay. 

"Rest up, dear." Your voice hypnotizes him, there's no way to not listen when you hold so much fondness in a single word, a single word that makes his heartbeat run faster and a his lips curl upwards.

He lets himself fall freely in the feeling of your love. Your breathing lulling him to sleep, his fingers gripping your hand and not letting go. His eyes close softly, naturally, and the tension seeps away from his body. You'll take good care of him, he's sure. You'll hold his worries in your hands, taking them out of his mind to let him rest.

There's no doubt in his mind that what he feels is love. Outside, the harsh winds of winter cut through the sky. Inside, the soft warmth of spring envelops his sleep.

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ouhhh manifesting chapter 6 on en ( this is joke im actually not prepared for ch.6 🤓 )

Hi !!! Have you seen Lilia’s club wear card yet? He looks so cool! :D -🦭

HIII 🦭 HOW ARE YOU???

yes yes, I've seen it!! I love the new school club cards since I love getting more clubs' content!!

though I've showed it to my cousin (who knows nothing abt twst but still is a Lilia stan somehow?) and she called him a MCR fan and said that it looks like he drinks Monster energy. which I guess it does look like that. Lilia going through his emo egirl phase, good for him !!

I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT CHERRY <33 I'm doing my job as the number one Yulia stan fr fr

YAY I'M HAPPY I GOT HER PERSONALITY RIGHT!! I was thinking about our convos with her like "hmm... she's shy... but she can be a bit smug sometimes... also she's a Jack simp... hmm..."

I like to think Jack would want to learn, at least a little, of his beloved's mother language, since it's something important to them!! so whenever he hears Yulia say something in portuguese he'd want to know the meaning or he'd ask her how to say certain things!

"sadly for you, we're both clowns in this relationship" HELP CHERRY I LAUGHED OUT LOUD AT THIS

THE BROKEN PORTUGUESE!!! I had seem a video about a brazilian with an usamerican boyfriend and he spoke like that, I thought it was very endearing so I had to add it!!

surprisingly, his hair is very nice to draw! I loved putting them together, they are so cute <3 Yulia x Jack is canon, confia

[Amor - Jack Howl]

Summary: In which tending to cacti together leads to an unexpected love confession.

Notes: it's @italoniponic day!!! happy birthday Cherry <3 as your gift, I offer you this fluffy Yulia x Jack oneshot! I hope you like it <3

The clouds merge with the sunset, creating a painting of red and orange shades through the window.

Yulia sighs contently, adverting her gaze from the view outside and onto the room she found herself in. It was one she was used to, the familiarity of it making it the closest thing to a home that she had in this world. The plush bed covered in warm blankets, holding her weight as she changed directions to look at a certain wolf beastman.

Jack was taking care of his cacti. He wasn't turned with his back completely to her, but in a sideways position that didn't look all that comfortable. He wanted to make sure she could see the plants too, considerate as usual. 

The way he dotted on them with so much care, a fond expression in face, relaxed shoulders and ears twitching slightly, filled her chest with butterflies. Jack was endearing all on his own, his hard working and responsible personality all too charming, so to see him in such a gentle moment only accentuated the feelings she felt.

Yulia knew very well she had fallen head over heels for her friend. How could she not? When he was so attentive to her, helped her in the midst of the confusing situation she found herself in, made sure she wasn't alone and had someone to lean on... and he was just so pretty, it was unfair.

Like at that moment, the warm hues of the sky outside shining into the room and around Jack, enveloping him in colors. The serenity on his face, his tail swaying with the wind, his ears perking up as he turns to look at her, a soft smile on his face she knew she was the only one he'd show it to.

Without thinking, taken by the sheer affection rushing through her body, making her heart race faster, Yulia blurts out the first thing in her mind. "Eu te amo tanto."

It sounds so natural, so right, the words leaving her lips with such certainty. So much so, that it takes her a second to register what exactly she had said and blush from head to toe, hiding her red face with her hands.

How could she just say it like that!? After spending so much time thinking and planning how to confess... How would she ever be able to face him again after that? She wanted the ground to swallow her whole right then and there.

"What?"

Peeking from behind her fingers, Yulia sees Jack looking at her with a confused expression, ears slightly pulled back and head tilted to the side. It's so endearing she almost doesn't register his question.

Oh. Oh right. For a moment, she forgot she had said that in portuguese. She sighs, relieved, but her face stays a persistent pink as she avoids his eyes.

"Nothing, nothing, don't worry about it." She waves it off, willing her voice to stay even.

"You said love, right? You thaught me that word, amor."

Damn the day Jack eagerly asked her to teach him more about her mother tongue, damn it! And damn the way the word amor sounds so appealing coming from his voice!

"A-ah, well." She sttuters, not wanting to lie to him.

There's a beat of silence, then another one. Yulia's mind races a mile per hour as she tries to come up with some believable excuse that doesn't sound super lame.

"Were you talking about the cacti?"

"U-uh?" Taken aback from his intent look, his eyes boring curiously into hers, and inquisitive tone, Yulia answers with the truth. "No... not that I don't like them or anything! They're lovely."

Jack looks pleased with the compliment, smiling a tad wider before his fangs bite onto his lips softly. He comes closer to the bed, looking around his room.

"About the sunset, then?"

"It's very pretty, but..." The trailing off at the end of her phrase answers enough. His eyes examine his room, pausing at the elements that stand out before passing through everything. 

He stands before her, making their legs touch from the proximity. Jack is staring at Yulia's face, as if looking for... something. He bends down, creating a shadow over her that wraps the whole moment in a bubble of warmth, just the two of them on it. His ears are perked up, no doubt listening to the lowest of sounds. Yulia gulps on air, wondering if he hears the symphony of the beating of her heart.

His tongue licks over his mouth, a show of nerves, and she's mesmerized, not able to look away. His chest is on eye level with her head, making the other option be to stare at his toned muscles, which she feels would be much more embarrassing.

"Was it... about me?" He suggests in a whisper, abashed by the thought, but burning with eagerness to know. 

"You... you're right. I said: I love you so much."

Yulia holds her breath as she waits for his reaction. Her hands tremble slightly as her heart runs wildly, every nerve screaming at her boldness. 

Jack's face looks the same, but she can hear a faint whooshing sound coming from behind. Turning her head, she sees his tail wagging from side to side, so hard she wonders if it hurts. She lets a little smile form on her face at this, hope consuming her.

"You seem happy."

He adverts her eyes, a hand going up to scratch the back of his neck, one of his ears twitching up and down. Yulia giggles, the giddness she feels spilling over.

"I am." He mumbles, gaze flickering back at her, anxiously waiting for her reaction. His tails hits her legs at the sides, not slowing down at all.

Yulia lets a smile bloom on her face, lightning up considerably. "Ah, I see... would you like for me to say it again?"

"W-what?" It's his turn to be taken by surprise, fur rising alongside the heat on his skin. Yulia keeps looking at him, watching how it takes his entire willpower to admit it in a straight forward way. "I'd... like that..." 

Yulia's shaky hands come in contact with his face, his startled eyes widening, and brings it closer to hers, noses close enough to touch. His hands come to rest on the bed by her sides, keeping him upright. Yulia clears her throat, closing her eyes and touching her forehead with his as she lets the words out, sounding much more like a confession.

"Eu te amo, Jack."

There's something about saying certain things in your mother language that makes them feel more powerful, more intimate, more meaningful. She stores all her overwhelming affection on the three words and hopes he can feel it back, all the feelings she can't articulate.

Jack lets out a sound that sounds like a mix between a groan and a purr, somehow. Yulia can tell he's pleased by the way he pulls back to look at her and braces himself to the arduous task of talking about his feelings.

"Yulia, te amo você muito." 

The grin that appears on her face stretches her cheeks from how wide it is. The fact Jack tried to say it back, even with wonky grammar, makes her fall in love all over again, her heart fluttering. 

"You're way too endearing, Jack." 

Yulia leans in and brings his face closer, brushing their noses in an eskimo kiss that leaves both flustered. There's a blanket of serenity between them, commiting this tender moment in their memories.

He nuzzles his head on Yulia's shoulder, arms coming up her back to hold her close to him. Her hands slide to his hair, the white locks soft to her touch, the occasional strokes to his ears making shivers run through his skin and his tail wag just a bit faster. 

"What now?"

"As long as you're smiling... then I'm happy too. I'd like it if you were smiling by my side." 

Yulia lets out a laugh, the redundant way of asking her to date him is just like Jack.

"I'm always smiling by your side."

The whiney-like noise of happiness he lets out makes her laugh again, a soft sound that washes over the scene carrying pure delight.

The sun has already set, the stars kissing the dark sky and giving them their blessing. The moon looks over them, it's shine illuminating the room. Yulia glows underneath it, basking in the moment.

With fierce fondness, she thinks she could get used to this. 

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