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I know I thought of context when I made this but

It's

It's gone

WHERE DID MY CONTEXT GO

Anyway

Heartshackle game night shenanigans :v

I got stuck on capcut and made like 2000 of these things about twst

I need more phone storage XD

An attempt was made..

I wanna write but I have no ideassss

Someone please

Please

Give me twst fanfic ideas

I am begging

Please 🥲

YESSSSSSSSSSSS

MY PRECIOUS PUPPY TEACH CAME HOMEEEEEEE

At long last

Thank you Crewellllll

🙇 5 yuus in a coffin what shall they do……

SPOILER ALERT it’s a LAWT. wanted to draw cheebs so i went w me and my friends’ yuus!!! 🫶 i miss them a lot i might draw them more……… also i’d love to hear assumptions about them SO ↓

non-ashi yuus belong to @tunaloaf @nohrianhime @asteroidtaker and @lavendertarot respectively <3

So many personalities in one video

I drew dream Riddle in a style I've never done before, and I gotta say

I had a lot of fun with this

It was nice drawing in a style where I didn't have to draw perfect lines or perfect shading or anything

It was nice to just let things happen as they did

I actually really liked how his coat and patches turned out :v

Funny how drawing Riddle was the kick I needed to start thinking about letting go of things and not trying to do everything perfectly all the time :v

More angles utc

Can I Help With Dinner?

Kalim Al-Asim, Yuu

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“You’re making dinner tonight, right Yuu?”

“Yup. You making a request?”

“Oh, I just wanted to ask if I could help? I wanna try cooking!” He smiles brightly as he asks, but there’s something behind his eyes that almost seems like he’s scared to ask. Like he’s already preparing for a rejection. It’s there, but if you weren’t observant, you’d definitely miss it. 

“Sure. I was planning on making chicken alfredo if you wanna help.”

“Oh! I’ve never had that before! Hahaha!” Somehow, his face lights up even more than usual, if that’s even possible for him. 

He excitedly takes my wrist and pulls me towards the kitchen, evidently very ready to start. “Let’s go! What do we need to do?”

“Geez, Kalim, slow down,” I chuckle, happy to see he was so excited to help cook. “We’ve still got a little time until we have to start. Why don’t we just hang out in the kitchen for a little bit?”

“Oh. That sounds fun! Do you wanna talk about stuff?”

“Sounds good.” I can’t help but give a fond smile at his excitement as we enter the kitchen. “So, anything in particular you wanna talk about?”

“Hmmm…” He stops by one of the counters, leaning against it with his hands on the edge and his fingers drumming against the cabinet doors. “Oh! I wanted to ask you! Do you like cooking? Do you cook often? What about back in your world?”

“Woah, woah, that’s a lot of questions!” I give a chuckle, holding my hands up. “I do like cooking, I’d say I cook a fairly average amount, and back in my world… Well, things were different back then. What about you? I know Jamil cooks for you a lot, but do you ever make your own food?”

He tilts his head slightly as he thinks back. “Not really, no. Jamil and the chefs back home have always cooked my meals. I’ve never really gotten the chance to! Hahah!”

…Never gotten the chance to?

“Well, what we’re making tonight isn’t that difficult. I’ll show you what to do.”

“Thanks! I bet you’re a great teacher, Yuu!”

“I’ll certainly try to be,” I laugh in response. “Just know, I’m no trained chef or anything.”

“That’s okay! The dinners that you make are always amazing, so I’m not worried.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you like my cooking,” I reply with a smile. 

Maybe I should check that we have everything we need…

“Hey! We should get some music going!” Kalim pulls out his phone and starts tapping away as I open the fridge and cabinets to search for ingredients. 

A fun, upbeat song starts playing from his phone, and he starts dancing and singing along. 

I, on the other hand, opt for simply standing off to the side and watching. Though it only seems to last for a few moments before Kalim takes my hand and pulls me towards a more open area of the kitchen, telling me to ‘dance with him’ with a bright smile I can’t seem to refuse. 

I start off with something fairly low-key, just a little bit of movement here and there as I follow along with his moves. Observing him. 

Ever since the events of winter break, I had found myself wanting to learn more about Kalim and Jamil. Right now is a prime opportunity to learn about the former. 

It was obvious that their dynamic wasn’t what either of them thought it was, or wanted it to be. Jamil wanted freedom. To him, their relationship was that of a boss and his employee. Kalim wanted friendship. To him, Jamil was someone who’d been with him for his entire life, and someone who would be there for him for the rest of his life as well. 

I knew a bit about them as a pair, but I didn’t know much about him as an individual. 

Ever since the start of our training camp with Vil, I’d gotten to know him a bit more. He’s relentlessly optimistic, always wanting to see the best in everyone and everything. He loves parties, and he loves seeing others happy. 

But just like pretty much everyone else in this school, he has his fair share of darkness. Of trauma. 

It’s reasonable when you find out that he’s been poisoned, when you realize that every time he and Jamil check for danger that it’s for good reason. When you realize there’s a reason he’s incredibly talented at identifying poisons. 

Every time I learn about him, I find myself more and more curious. 

How could I not be? Everyone I’ve met here is just so…interesting.

At some point, it gets close to the time where dinner had to start. I let Kalim know that we’d be starting soon, and I start heading over to the sink.

“Alright, wash your hands before we start. Food safety.”

“Ok!” He runs up to the sink, that same eternal smile on his face. I can’t help but ask myself how he does it. How does he stay so positive all the time about everything? Despite everything?

“Alright, what’s next?”

“Let’s start getting all of our stuff set out. First off, let’s start with the chicken.”

He rolls up his sleeves, and with a fist pump to get prepared, he replies, “Right!”

“Alright, start by laying them all out like this so we can start seasoning.”

Soon enough, everything is laid out and dinner prep has officially begun. I show him how to season the chicken, and he follows along carefully. Well, as carefully as he can. Unsurprisingly, he gets distracted a few times, but it’s obvious he’s trying. 

For a while, we work in relative silence as I show him how to season the chicken and music plays softly in the background. For a while, I feel pretty confident in letting him do his own thing as I begin on the noodles. 

“Oh. Hahah! I think I put a little too much on there.” 

Welp, I thought that a little too soon. 

I look over, and the entire thing of salt has been dumped on one of the chicken breasts. 

I give a blink, and then another. 

If it was anyone I had expected to be knowledgeable in this, I would probably be mad. 

But…it’s Kalim. 

I can’t help but laugh. A genuine one that would almost be confused with one of Kalim’s if the voice wasn’t different. 

“That’s fine. Let’s just brush as much of it off as we can.”

As I help him fix the chicken breast, I can’t help but realize I hadn’t genuinely laughed like that in…quite a while. Maybe this was a welcome reprieve from everything going on between overblots and being trapped away from my world. 

“Don’t worry, cooking is pretty forgiving. Most of the time you can fix things pretty easily. Besides, we can just make this one yours and load it with spices and stuff. Vil doesn’t have to know,” I finish with another laugh and a wink, which Kalim gives his signature laugh to. 

Once the chicken is fixed and properly seasoned, I return to the noodles to finish the first part of those before moving on to the next step. 

I show him our next step in dinner, and it goes surprisingly smoothly. Kalim is actually cooking. 

I can’t help but smile fondly from beside him as he does his part to make dinner. He’s a bit clumsy with it, dropping the chicken back into the pan while trying to flip it a few times, but overall…

I have to say, I’m proud of him. 

“Kalim? What are you doing in the kitchen with Yuu?”

I turn around to find a shocked Jamil in the entryway to the kitchen staring at Kalim. 

“Oh, I’m helping Yuu make dinner! They’re a really good teacher!”

Kalim barely gets the words out before Jamil starts his war path towards him, clearly aiming to remove him from the kitchen. 

Of course, I won’t be having it. I open a drawer, taking a random utensil out, which happens to be a wooden spoon…

And I smack Jamil on the forehead with it. 

The two boys look on with looks of surprise, Jamil having his mixed with a bit of pain. 

“Kalim is helping me.”

Jamil’s expression changes from surprise to a determined irritation. “Kalim can’t cook. I’ll help you instead. Kalim can–”

“Kalim is doing just fine.” I match his expression, making sure he knows I’m not budging on this. “Kalim will be helping me with dinner tonight. You can relax for tonight, Jamil.”

Jamil’s expression wars with itself as he looks between me and Kalim, clearly debating whether he wants to fight me on this or not. 

“...Like I said, Kalim can’t cook. He’s hardly reliable in the kitchen.” Though the words seem to fight me, the tone moreso says ‘Are you sure you want him to help you?’

Of course, I’m certain. “I’m teaching him, and he’s doing very well.” I narrow my eyes at Jamil ever so slightly, almost in a sort of challenge. “Besides…the only reason he’s ‘unreliable’ is because no one ever lets him learn things. He’s so reliant on everyone around him because no one ever lets him do things for himself. Everyone else does everything for him. He needs opportunities to do things himself.” My expression softens just as subtly as before as I finish with, “And you know…if Kalim learns how to do things on his own, it’ll be less work for you. You’ll have less to worry about if you can be confident that Kalim can do things on his own.

“Go sit down and study or something. We’ve got this; you can relax. If you’re worried about it, I’ll make sure nothing happens.”

Jamil seems to return to that war of ‘fight me or not’, but seems to decide against it. 

He leaves the kitchen, though I’m pretty sure I can still hear him in the next room. Well, I guess I can’t expect him to kill his habits so easily. Well, if it makes him feel better. 

After a little over half an hour, dinner is ready. I call everyone for dinner, making sure portions are to Vil’s standards. After all, I wouldn’t want Vil to say anything about it after Kalim and I had worked so hard on it. 

“Hey, Kalim. Do we wanna tell everyone you helped with dinner right away or do we wanna make it a surprise?” I ask him as everyone starts making their way down the stairs. 

“Ooh! I think making it a surprise would be fun!”

I give an almost sinister laugh in response, completely agreeing with his reasoning. 

Once everyone is gathered in the dining room, I observe everyone to decide when the best time to reveal the surprise is. 

Of course, Kalim is practically bouncing in his seat waiting, Jamil is picking at it as if he’s scared to try it, and Rook has a certain smirk like he knows something’s going on. Well, I can’t say I’m surprised by any of it. 

Welp, might as well.

“So, is everything okay?”

A few sounds of affirmation from a few of them, and a begrudging one from Jamil. 

I can’t help but smile as I’m interrupted by a very excited Kalim. 

“I helped with dinner! We did a really good job on it, didn’t we? Haha!”

fucking love cargo pants. are they ugly? yes. do i care? no. they have pocketssssss and i fucking love pockets. like fuck yeah pockets

I drew Fairy Gala Ortho :v

I just love my precious boy X333

His hair actually turned out significantly better than I expected

I've tried to draw the shroud brothers' hair before, but this is the first time it's actually *worked* XD

Just sitting in the car with a couple friends of mine, saw a dog in the next car over and all three of us were fawning over it

Old couple in the front sees us, smiles and waves

Honestly such a sweet interaction

Ah yes, I love speaking japaspanglish

What they don’t tell you about speaking multiple languages is that your brain does not in fact have a box labeled Spanish and another one labeled German. Instead it has a box labeled “Not English” and sometimes when you’re talking or writing in one of the languages you speak it will just start pulling random words from that box.

the irony of drawing this instead of actually locking the fuck in

It's Kitty Time

Idia Shroud, Yuu

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I walk along the exterior hallways of NRC, looking through the windows at nothing in particular after class. Class had just ended, and Grim had decided he was going to run off in search of snacks without me. Now, normally I would have followed him to make sure he didn’t cause any trouble, but…

I have decided that today, he is not my problem. Whatever happens is on him today. Not me. I am going to relax, and I’m not going to worry about what Grim is doing. 

I slowly stroll along the hallways, looking outside by the courtyard. The sun is shining with a few clouds out that block the sunlight every few moments. 

I exit the hallway, stepping out into the warm, but not uncomfortable, outside air. I take a deep breath in, fully embracing my commitment to not caring what Grim does today. 

I look across the courtyard for a place to sit down, and I find the absolute *last* person I would ever expect to see outside at a time like this. 

My curiosity gets the better of me, and I stroll up behind him as quietly as possible. 

“Whatcha doing, Idia?”

He practically jumps out of his skin at the sound of my voice, and I can’t help but chuckle. 

He tries to stutter out a response, but ends up pulling out his tablet instead. 

[ Prof Trein asked for someone to find his cat ]

[ if i can find Lucius, i might be able to get some kitty time! ]

He gives his classic ‘Idia’ smile and laugh, and I can’t help but chuckle along with him. 

“Mind if I help?” I give him a smile, rather excited about the idea of looking for a cat with Idia. 

His eyes widen for a moment before they narrow and hide behind his tablet once again. 

[ you get p. good grades in animal linguistics, right? ]

I give a hesitant nod, replying with, “I guess.”

[ nice, you call for Lucius, and I’ll uhh ]

[ look for him ]

Behind his tablet, he gives his signature smile paired with his laugh. Like he’s plotting something…

Well, I get to hang out with him while we look for Lucius together, so it’s fine. 

“Sure. Let’s go!”

Soon enough, Idia and I are wandering around the grounds of Night Raven College looking for a cat. I call out a few times for Lucius, receiving mostly no response. 

After about an hour or so of searching, Idia and I decide to take a break. We sit down in the grass under the trees in the woods behind campus, going over some of the other places we could look for Lucius. 

[ we haven’t looked in the botanical gardens, right? Maybe he’s there? ]

“Maybe. We’ve looked through the whole school, haven’t we? We might just have to spread out a bit further…”

Just as I finish the thought, I hear something. Then…

“Meow!” 

The both of us turn towards the noise, seeing a bolt of fur speeding towards us. 

“That’s not–” I hear Idia mutter before being cut off by the white and grey cat jumping onto his shoulders. 

I can’t help but laugh at Idia’s pleasantly surprised expression at having been ineffectively tackled by a cat that looks to be barely a year old. Idia smiles as the cat rubs affectionately on his face, and of course I have to smile at the display. 

But just as I let myself be distracted by Idia and the new cat, I feel something brush up against my leg. I look over, and I see a dark colored scottish fold looking up at me before it jumps into my lap. 

I chuckle, bringing my hand up behind its ears. “You’re not Lucius either.”

“Eh, who cares? We’re in kitty heaven right now,” Idia replies while rubbing the cat’s head back. “I wonder if there are any more around here…” He looks around with a look of anticipation, obviously hoping there are more cats around. 

I call out a meow-like sound meant as a ‘come here’ of sorts in an attempt to see if there are any other cats around. Unfortunately, no cats come running at the call. 

“Well, it doesn’t look like it…” I look down at the cat in my lap, smiling at it with a certain amount of affection as I scratch behind its ears. “Hey… Do you know where we can find a cat named Lucius? He has black and white fur, kinda grumpy…?”

The cat in my lap perks up at the question, as does the one on Idia’s shoulders. Both of them, after a moment of what appears to be consideration, jump up and begin to walk in the direction of the woods, pausing after a moment to make sure the both of us are following. 

I stand up, holding a hand out to Idia to help him up. He looks at it with a vague sense of discomfort, so I withdraw it before gesturing for him to follow the cats with me. 

Soon enough, the two of us are heading deeper into the woods after the two cats, hoping they’re able to lead us to Professor Trein’s cat. 

After a few minutes of the two of us following the cats in relative silence, punctuated by me asking the cats a few questions every moment or two, they arrive at a certain tree, indicating that this is the tree we’d find Lucius. 

Of course, I can’t climb trees, nor can Idia. Unfortunately, Lucius is perched like an emperor watching over his lands on one of the branches a few layers up. 

“Well…this is gonna be fun.”

“You’ve got this, right Yuu? Whee hee hee…” 

I quickly thank the two cats before heading over to the base of the tree. I look around to see if I can find a foothold, or handhold, or *anything* really. Luckily, there’s a branch low enough for me to grab. 

I grab onto the branch, testing to see if it would hold my weight before using it to attempt to pull myself up. 

After a moment of obvious struggling, I make it onto the branch. After clinging to the trunk of the tree so I don’t fall, I begin to look for the next branch for me to climb to that would get me closer to Lucius. 

Luckily, Lucius doesn’t move as I clumsily make my way over to him. After quite the struggle, I’m finally next to Lucius. 

“Hey there! Professor Trein is looking for you, you know.”

Lucius gives me a look that says he very much does not care, but ends up relenting. Once it seems he’s prepared to head back, I take him in one arm, now looking down at the tree for my way down. 

Hopefully this’ll be easier than the way up…

Luckily, I make it down with Lucius without much incident. 

“Whee hee hee, it’s kitty time~!” Idia creeps up towards Lucius practically immediately after I reach the ground, reaching towards him for pets. 

Lucius seems to begrudgingly accept, and I turn towards the two cats from earlier to thank them again. 

Eventually, Idia and I make our way back to the school on the search for Professor Trein. Well, I end up holding Lucius while Idia dotes on him the whole way. Not that I particularly minded. It was nice to see Idia so excited about something.

I found myself wishing I could purr back at my cat, because I want her to know I'm happy to see her, obviously

So of course, the only logical thing to do is to sit there for like 10 minutes trying to perfect my purr

I got it something sounding like a purr, so I went over to my cat to show her, and she just looked vaguely uncomfortable and walked away, like I had offended her by my improper grammar

I don't know how to feel about this XD

Children Are Meant to Cry

Lilia Vanrouge, Yuu

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I’m supposed to be the strong one. I’ve always had to be the strong one, the one everyone could rely on, the one who always has a level head in any situation. I’m not supposed to show any kind of weakness or vulnerability, because if I do, how am I supposed to hold my head high as I play the role of the person who knows what to do? How am I supposed to give advice that I can’t even take myself?

Even after being suddenly sent to a new world, after losing contact with everyone I’ve ever known and loved, even after facing overblot after overblot, and almost dying multiple times, even after everything I’ve faced in Twisted Wonderland, I’ve never been able to bring myself to be vulnerable. 

After all, why should I need to be vulnerable? I’m mentally strong enough to get through everything I’ll ever face, because I’ve been mentally strong enough to get through everything I’ve already faced. I’ve been fine my whole life, I can’t start being ‘not fine’ now. 

I’m not dead. That’s all that matters. 

So, content with this in mind, I put the finishing touches on dinner for Grim and I. Before I’d arrived here, I wouldn’t have spent much time or effort on dinner. It wasn’t worth it when it was just me. But…

I have Grim now. I can’t let him go hungry. 

I bring our plates into the dining room where Grim waits. 

Or…not?

“...Lilia. What brings you here…?” The plates in my hands lower slightly as I focus my attention on the room around me looking for Grim. 

“Oh, not much~! Sebek just needed a study partner and Grim so valiantly offered.”

I raise a brow, knowing very well that Grim wasn’t one to offer to put in actual effort like that. 

Lilia floats up from the chair he’d commandeered and settles in to my left, hovering just around shoulder height. “Well, I offered him some cans of tuna. Kyee hee hee~”

That explains it. 

“And you’re here…why, then?”

“I just thought I’d let you know where he was. I wouldn’t want you to worry.” He floats over to my right side with that smile of his slightly covered by his too-long sleeves. 

I set the plates down, coming up with a new plan for the evening now that Grim was out of the picture. Who was going to eat all this food with me? I sure couldn’t. 

Oh. Maybe…?

“In that case… I don’t suppose you’re free this evening? I wouldn’t want you leaving on an empty stomach, especially since you did me the favor of getting Grim to actually study.” Probably, anyway. 

“Oh? Are you inviting me to dinner~? I’d be delighted!” He settles back into one of the chairs, choosing one by one of the plates I’d set down. 

“Is there anything in particular you’d like to drink? I have water, a few kinds of soda, and if you’re willing to wait a few minutes, I could make some tea.”

“I’ll take a soda. You can surprise me on the flavor,” he replies with a smile. 

I give a nod as I return to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for Lilia’s soda and a drink for myself. 

I return to the dining room, placing Lilia’s drink near his plate and my own drink near my plate. I sit down next to Lilia, picking up my fork and taking my first bite, testing the flavor to make sure it was a good enough quality for Lilia. 

After a moment, I glance over at him to make sure he’s enjoying it. He seems to be enjoying it well enough, seeing the delighted smile on his face and the fact that it’s already almost a third of the way gone. 

I continue to slowly make my way through my own food, still checking on Lilia every few bites to make sure he’s still enjoying the food, or if it seems like there’s anything he needs. 

He seems to notice me checking in on him, because at some point he slows down a bit and looks at me. 

“Is there something on my face~?” he jokes, though he seems to know there’s something more to it, judging by his tone. 

“No,” I reply after checking just to make sure. “Are you enjoying the food?”

“It’s delicious. I might have to get the recipe from you later so I can make it for the boys~! Kyee hee hee!” 

“Oh, well…I kinda just…” How do I get away with *not* telling him the recipe? “Umm… There’s not really a ‘recipe’, per se…”

“Oh, is that so? A shame, really. Maybe I’ll just try to recreate it…?” He looks out the window with a pondering look on his face I *really* don’t like. 

“Or…I can make it for you guys sometime…?” What am I getting myself into here…?

“Kyee hee hee~! Well, I think I might have to take you up on that sometime.” He takes another bite with a smile, and I can’t help but return it. After all, he’s enjoying it. I couldn’t ask for anything more. 

At some point, his expression changes as something seems to cross his mind. He looks at me with an almost pondering look as he takes a few more bites. 

Eventually, he voices what’s on his mind. 

“You really care about people, don’t you?”

I look over at him with a bit of surprise at the sudden question. “I… Where did that come from?” I give a bit of a nervous laugh, now wondering where he intends to take this conversation. 

“Kyee hee hee… You just put a lot of effort into taking care of others. You worked hard on making this food for Grim, you’ve been checking in on me constantly. You always make sure everyone is having a good time.”

I slow down eating a bit, narrowing my eyes ever so slightly at his words. 

Does he intend to use the knowledge that I care about my friends against me? Does he intend to use the knowledge that I’d even *consider* them friends against me?

…No. That’s not in his nature. Right? That doesn’t seem to be what he wants. I think. 

“No need to be so suspicious~! It’s just lovely to see in you youngsters.” He looks at me with a smile, but it seems like he’s analyzing me even closer than before now. 

“...Indeed,” is the only response I can think to muster as I feel his gaze on me, and I find myself wondering just what exactly he’s looking for. I keep my gaze on my food, now wanting nothing more than to avoid his searching gaze. 

Finally, he turns his gaze back to his food, but I still feel like something is on his mind. 

“So, how has your stay here been?” He watches me with that same searching look that I continue to avoid. 

“Good…?” What else am I supposed to say?

“Mmm… Is that so?”

Finally, I meet his gaze with a look that asks ‘What do you want me to say?’

He seems to get it, since he responds with some kind of knowing chuckle. 

But his expression changes slightly. “Well, I suppose I just want to check in. You’ve been through a lot, after all~.”

Is he…concerned about me? I’d better shut this down quick. 

“I’m doing well. Thank you.” I give him a polite smile in an attempt to placate him with his questions. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

His usual smile fades ever so slightly at my response, and it is then I realize that I’ve somehow made a mistake. 

“...Yuu. I’ve seen the look in your eyes from many people in my travels. Those who constantly put others before themselves, those who disregard their own well-being.”

A sense of panic begins to well up in my chest as Lilia seems to show concern for my well-being, and I realize what’s about to happen.

I’m supposed to be the strong one. I’m not supposed to have problems. I’m supposed to be able to take care of myself, always. 

“...You don’t need to put everything on yourself. One so young shouldn’t have to bear that kind of burden on their own.”

No. Stop.

“You’ve been through a lot for someone so young. It’s okay to not be strong all the time.”

My gaze grows distant and my grip on my fork stills and tightens. 

I’m fine. Why is he showing concern? He doesn’t need to. 

“...You don’t have to be the strong one all the time. You’re too young to bear that kind of responsibility.”

Too young? Then why did everything have to happen like that…?

…If I was really too young…then why am I like this?

For some reason, Lilia stops talking. Is he done…? 

He’s still looking at me…

Wait…

Too late, I realize why Lilia had stopped. 

I look down at my plate, seeing a few little droplets of a clear liquid that weren’t there before. 

Am I…crying?

…When was the last time I did that…?

Lilia lifts from his chair, floating behind me and reaching a hand to the top of my head. 

He gently runs his hand from the top of my head to the side, gently repeating the motion a few times with a gentle voice. 

“You’re strong, Yuu. You’ve made that obvious. But you can be weak for a bit.”

After a moment, my fork drops to the table and my hand reaches towards my face to wipe away a stray tear that immediately gets replaced with another. And another. And…another. 

I almost died. I’m stuck in another world and I can’t go back to my friends and family, I can’t even talk to them. I…

Have I really been so stressed about all of this…?

By now, my breathing has been replaced with full-on sobs as Lilia continues to stroke my head. Gentle and comforting, like a father comforting his child. 

A kind of comfort that I haven’t felt in a long time. 

Lilia then pulls me into a hug, holding my sobbing face against his chest as he continues that comforting stroking motion. 

“...There you go. Let it out. Children are meant to cry.”

Dandelions

Ruggie Bucchi, Yuu

832

“Are you picking dandelions?”

Ruggie looks up at me with something like a defensive look hidden behind his usual teasing demeanor. “Why, ya want some? Gonna have to pay up.”

I stop next to him, looking around the field for more dandelions. “Just curious.”

Maybe I can help him look.

“I’m gonna eat ‘em.” He shrugs, obviously hoping to look nonchalant about it. Even so, I can see the wariness behind it. 

“Eat them?” I look at him with a curious look, just as he turns away to pick more dandelions. Or maybe to hide his face from me. Probably that one. “I’ve heard you can make a lot of different foods with dandelions. Is there something you’re looking to make?”

He pauses for a moment, still looking at the ground. For dandelions, definitely. 100%. “Not really. Just lookin’ for dinner tonight.”

Looking for dinner? Why not just go to the cafeteria?

Wait… Ruggie’s poor. Does he not have the money?

Of course, I have to ask. “Why pick dandelions then, of all things? The cafeteria and the school store both have a lot of stuff.” 

He turns to me with that sneaky smirk of his and asks, “Why, were you planning on buying me dinner?”

He’s avoiding the question. I was right, wasn’t I?

I kneel down, picking a few dandelions of my own while thinking of recipes I knew that used dandelions. It was one of the random things I’d come across while being online, so I at least knew of a few things. 

“What are you doing?” He looks at me with furrowed brows. 

“Picking dandelions.” I pick a few more, making sure the edible parts of the dandelions look good enough to eat. 

“...I’m not paying you for this, you know.” He continues picking dandelions, sending a few seemingly confused glances my way. 

“I know. I just remembered that there were a few recipes that used dandelions that I wanted to test out. You’ll be my taste tester, won’t you?” I pick a few more dandelions, tossing them into the basket Ruggie was using. 

His ears twitch a few times, and he seems to be considering my offer. “...I’m guessing you’re gonna want me to pay you for dinner…?”

I laugh for a moment as I pick a few more dandelions. “You can pay me in some of those dandelions and some feedback on the food. How’s that sound?”

“Basically free food, right? Yeah I’m in!” He gives no hesitation as he agrees, picking up the basket as he stands up with a smile. “We goin’ to Ramshackle, then?”

I can’t help but smile at his obvious excitement, and I stand up with a few more dandelions in my hands. I put them in his basket and start walking towards Ramshackle. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

For a while, we walk together towards Ramshackle in relative silence until Ruggie poses a question. “Sooo, am I gonna have to share with Grim, then?”

“No, Grim got into something and now Vil is holding him hostage at Pomefiore until he’s all cleaned up. It’ll just be you and me for dinner.” I continue walking along the path, vaguely wondering what kinds of horrors Grim is enduring at Pomefiore at this moment. 

“Oh, cool. More for me! Shee hee hee!” He places his hands behind his head casually as the two of us walk together to the dorm.

Soon enough, the two of us are in the kitchen. I’m picking out various ingredients, picking apart the edible parts of the dandelions, and overall prepping to make dinner. Ruggie, on the other hand, is standing at the edge of the kitchen and watching me. 

After a while, dinner is in full swing. Dandelions are being cooked into some kind of edible substance. I stir a few dandelion parts in a pan with a few other ingredients, boiling some of the flowers in a pot for dandelion tea. 

The pan pops every few seconds from the heat, and I shift the ingredients around while keeping half an eye on Ruggie, who is 100% looking for an opportunity to steal some food. 

Of course, he does manage to succeed a few times. Unsurprising, given that he’s got practically the slipperiest fingers on campus. I didn’t stop him, but I did give him a few looks as he nibbles on bits a few feet away. 

Eventually, dinner is finally done. I start plating everything up, making sure to give Ruggie a good portion. After all, I wouldn’t want him leaving here hungry after I offered him dinner. 

“Alright, time for food!” I grab the plates, taking them to the dining room and setting them next to each other. “Alright, sit.” I take him by the shoulders, guiding him to a chair. Once he’s seated, I return to the kitchen to get the dandelion tea. 

Of course, I get back to the dining room to find Ruggie already digging in. 

Well, he seems to like it at least. 

Planned Spontaneity

Floyd Leech, Yuu

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Pants. Shirt. Tie. Waistcoat. Blazer. Socks. Shoes. 

Every day, exactly the same way. 

Get dressed. Go to the kitchen to get Grim and I breakfast. Gather school supplies. Make the trek to the school. 

Every day, exactly the same way. 

This is my routine, and I have no intention of changing it. Every day has a routine, every action, a plan. No detail goes unchecked. Every day, down to the minute. 

When I met Azul, I had to admit that his ability to be so detail-oriented was admirable, even if it did cause me *many* problems with my routine. My routine was upset, and I hated it. Every time that *octopus* caused me a problem with my routine, I wanted to strangle him. 

But then, everything was over. Ace, Deuce, and Grim were no longer under contract, Azul’s overblot was done and over with, and I was able to go back to my wonderful, blissful routine. I never had to speak to him again if I didn’t feel like it. 

When I’d met the Leech twins, they annoyed me too. Dragging me into Azul’s contracts when all I had wanted to do was leave the Heartslabyul freshmen to learn their lesson about forming contracts without a plan. Blocking me every step of the way when I’d tried to fix messes that weren’t mine. 

But they had qualities I’d admired. Jade always kept a cool head. He was always so formal and spoke so eloquently. Always did the things he said he would. He annoyed me, but I liked him. 

As for Floyd… I liked that he never let anyone tell him what to do, for better or worse. He did whatever he felt like doing. He was spontaneous. 

He had something that I lacked. Something I *knew* I lacked. 

I knew how upset I always got when my plans were interrupted, when my routine was broken. 

Maybe that was why I was doing this. No, it was definitely why I was doing this. 

I open the doors to the Mostro Lounge, steeling myself for what’s to come. Finishing my plan for how to make sure this goes in my favor. 

Soon enough, I’m with Azul in the VIP room, preparing to negotiate. 

“So, what brings you here today, Yuu?” Azul places his chin on his hands as he looks at me with that annoyingly sly smile. 

I look back with my usual blank expression, keeping all my intentions and desires close to my chest. “I would like to discuss the possibility of employment at the Mostro Lounge.”

Azul raises a brow. “Oh? We would love to have you. Tell me, why the change in heart since the last time we discussed this?”

“My reasons are none of your business. As for the terms of my employment, I would like to be scheduled…” I start listing off my specifics, going through working hours, positions, and pay, among other things in my usual monotone. 

Everything planned to the last detail. 

Of course, Azul, ever the businessman, tries to negotiate. Tries, but fails. 

I have no intention of compromising, in any case. He knows that. 

Soon enough, I have my contract with Azul for my employment at the Mostro Lounge with every single specification I'd requested. When you threaten to walk out any time a request isn't met, it really gets you somewhere, after all.

I’ll be able to get closer to Floyd now. I’ll use Floyd to desensitize myself to changing plans and routines. 

It was supposed to be nothing more than that. A plan to be more spontaneous. 

“Shrimpyyyy~!” Floyd comes up behind me and places his arms on my shoulders, leaning what seems to be his full weight on me. 

“Floyd. Off. You know I don’t like being touched.” Well, it’s not like he’s going to stop either way. 

“Aww, but that’s no fun~!” He pokes at my cheek a few times as if intentionally antagonizing me. 

Instead of pushing him off of me like I usually would, I just sigh and resign myself to my predicament.

“Sooo, any plans tonight?” He sets his chin on the top of my head, crossing his arms around my shoulders. 

I pause for a moment, thinking about what I was going to do tonight. 

“...No, actually.” The thought surprises me more than anything. *Me*, not have some sort of plan? Ha! I’m going to turn my head and see a pig with wings next to me. 

“Sweet! I’m taking you with me~.” Suddenly, I’m being lifted off the ground with no idea as to where I’m being dragged off to. 

Now, normally, I would be kicking and clawing to get out of this. He was dragging me somewhere against my will, where I had no information about where we were going or what we’d be doing. 

But…I think my little plan worked, because I have simply resigned myself to Floyd’s whims. Or maybe…

Am I even feeling a little…excited? 

No, absolutely not. I’m just…curious. That’s all. Nothing more. 

“Here we are!” Floyd sets me down with a plop, and I almost lose my balance. “The cooks are givin’ out some new sweets I wanna try.” He grabs my wrist and leads me into the crowd of people that seems to part for him as soon as they see him. After all, Floyd's whims are certainly something to be feared, as the general population of NRC would attest to.

I watch on with some mix of nervousness and that same ‘curiosity’ from earlier as Floyd drags me through the crowd. 

Soon enough, the two of us are looking at sweets freshly prepared by the school’s chefs. 

“Ooh, that one looks tasty~! Hmm, no. That one!” Just as easily as he makes up his mind, he changes it seconds later. 

How he can manage to do that just baffles me. Just pick one!

I look at the flavors myself, considering whether I want to buy one for myself. There *are* some pretty interesting sweets…

“Come on, Shrimpy~! Pick one…!” Floyd whines at me from beside me as he munches down on three? Four?? Different kinds of sweets. He finishes one of them off, using his now free hand to poke and prod at me in an attempt to get me to hurry up. 

I swat his hands away with a sharp, “Fine! Fine.” I pick a random item from the shelf, only really seeing what it was after it was handed to me. 

What *is* this?

I stare at it in confusion, never having seen anything like it before. 

“Come on, let’s go wander~.” He takes my free hand, pulling me away from the crowds again and pulling me along various hallways as the two of us, or rather one of us, snacks on the sweets we’d gotten. 

After a while of us walking together, Floyd eating his sweets, and me staring at the abomination that I’d happened to pick, Floyd looks at me.  “You gonna eat that~? If not, give it here.”

I shoot a glare his way, holding my abomination closer. “No, it’s mine.”

“Fineee…” He takes a bit of one of the other sweets he’d gotten, leaving mine alone. 

I eye mine warily for a moment before risking a bite. I *had* picked it, after all. It's a matter of principle. After chewing for a moment…

I look down with a confused look. 

Is this…good?

I take a few more bites, rather surprised that my spontaneous decision had been worth it. 

“Sooo…? ‘S it good?” 

I look up to see Floyd looking down at me with that weird little smile of his. 

“Hahah, you’ve got stuff on your face!” He points at the little spots on my face from my sweet and laughs with that weird little laugh of his. 

I quickly wipe off the specks on my face, turning away from Floyd in a way that makes it obvious I’m embarrassed about it. 

“You’re funny, Shrimpy~. I’m glad I brought you with me.”

Sometimes I get stuck making videos on capcut or smth and I realize that when I make videos of me (or my friends), and I just realized that I mostly use pictures from back when I absolutely hated how I looked. When I always told myself thinking I'm pretty or good-looking was me just being arrogant or smth

Well, that's some improvement ig XD

Valentine's Day gifts from my friend who knows I'm 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 about TWST XD

Friend: Nutella is disgusting

Me, immediately: *grabs a jar of Nutella and eats it by the spoonful right in front of them*

At taco bell today, someone asked cashiers to find them as many "marry me" and "take me home" fire sauce packets so he could propose to someone

Apparently went to multiple different taco bells in multiple different cities/towns to get these packets

The dedication is immaculate and endearing, good luck my guy--