Okay I Need Help Settling Something. When You First Look At This Drawing Which Do You See First:

More Pokemon tea party sketches:

Cinccino in a teapot, Litten in a sugar bowl, and New bringing the snacks

*Idia going out for once in his introvert life*

Idia: Okay, I just need to reach the goal point without getting seen by the enemy teams.

*Cater, Rook, Kalim, and Lilia coming around a corner*

Idia: EXTROVERTS! ABORT ABORT!

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Kalim: Hey! Where's he going?

Rook: I believe our dear Ignihyde friend is not in a social mood.

Kalim: Shame, I was going to invite him to lunch

Cater: Maybe next time bud

Lilia: We are still having lunch together though, correct?

Kalim: Oh yeah! Jamil can cook for all of us no problem :]

Jamil somewhere in Scarabia: Why did I feel a sense of dread wash over me.

Azul: How many of you have played musical instruments before?

Jade: Do instruments of torture count?

Azul: No

Floyd: Is mayonnaise an instrument?

Azul: No Floyd: mayonnaise is not an instrument.

Floyd:....*opens mouth*

Azul: Horseradish is not an instrument either.

Funny Pokemon sketches:

Mimikyu in a teacup

Sewaddle as a cherry on a cake

Eevee on a tea tower

Wearing sarcastic shirts to spite people

Azul: *tiny angry squeaking*

Jack: what is that

Mc: Azul overblotted and it caught me off guard, so I may have accidently thrown a shrinking potion at him...

Ace: Accidently?

Mc: Hey Crewel needed a shrinking potion for a plant it's not my fault octo-boi decided to have a meltdown in my pathway.

*more angry squeaking from tiny overblot Azul in a small fishtank*

Floyd: AW HES SO SMALL AND SQUISHY!

Jade: Indeed. I do wonder if we may be able to toss him around a bit before he unshrinks.

Mc: No.

I am either the 'I will bite you' or the 'nothing surprises me anymore' MC, I'm on that weird fence in the middle I think

There are many types of MCs in the obey me fandom.

This include but is not limited to:

I will bite you MC

Takes no shit from anyone.

Can and will get into a fight for the people they love.

Have more insults than there are stars in the sky.

This type of MC might also be very sarcastic.

Nothing surprises me anymore MC

Unaffected by the chaos that surrounds them.

You could probably throw a rock at them and they would just raise their brows at you.

They have seen some things.

This MC might also have a very apathetic look on life.

Bamboozled MC

They have no idea what's going on.

Trying their best™️

Solving problems without realising it.

This MC might also be kind of anxious.

All 3 types of MCs need a hug and a therapy roomba.

This btw is my pfp, and no I did not draw it myself I don't have the ability to draw digitally yet. It was drawn by Mochawulf (idk if she has a Tumblr but she has a YouTube channel) and it was a gift for the twst masquerade event. The oc in the picture is mine but the actual drawing is not. ALL CREDITS TO THE ARTIST MOCHAWULF SHE HAS ALLOWED ME TO USE IT.

Jamil looks sad 😔 Reblog to give him a forehead kiss / headpat

When Fae Sleep on the Ceiling

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Word Count: 1.1k

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: Crack

Warnings: None

Character: Lilia Vanrouge

Headcanon: He has slept upside down in the hallway and scared the shit out of a Diasomnia student, on more than one occasion. It may have been on purpose the second time.

A/N: first in my series of writing headcannons and short stories :>

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Silence settled over Diasomnia, the only sounds coming from the crackling of the dim green torches and the clocks ticking away. Moonlight filtered in through the tall windows, casting soft shadows across the floor and grazing the faces of the students in their beds. Yes, 3 am in the dorm was as peaceful as it had always been-

“AAAAAAAAAGH.” Okay, maybe not. The frantic footsteps of a student echoed down the hallway, the student in question turning the corner at an alarming speed which sent them crashing into a corner table. Lilia watched incredolously as the boy picked himself up and continued his panicked sprint down the next hallway. The scream and flee-the-large-bat-thing routine didn’t come as much of a shock to him, this had happened several times before to a variety of jittery first years who were still adjusting to the spookyness of the dorm. It was the fact that they had sent the corner table into the afterlife in their attempt to get away from the sentient black lump hanging from the hallway ceiling that surprised him.

“Father, what are you doing.” Lilia turned his head and came face to face with a weary looking Silver. The cacophony of noises must have woken him up, an impressive feat. He would have to give kudos to that student later.

“Sleeping of course. What else would I be doing.” he chirped innocently. He gave the boy an upside down grin, which in turn received a suspicious look.

“Then why did I hear such a profound screech of terror?”

“Ah yes, that.” Lilia released an arm from his cape to make a wide gesture to the smashed corner table. “Evidently the mention of fae potentially sleeping in the hallway was missed during orientation again. Unfortunately this time an innocent life was taken.” Silver blinked at the pile of wood in surprise.

“Such a shame really. That corner table had so much life left to live.” Lilia raised a hand to his forehead, feigning a pained expression. “Alas, it met an untimely end this fair morning. We must grieve.”

“It is too early in the morning to be grieving for a table father.” Silver grumbled, exhaustion starting to creep up on him once again. “There are few people that would actually grieve a table in the first place-”

“NOOOOOOOO! TABLE-SAMA ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?” Insert jumping five feet in the air out of surprise. If the voice hadn’t already confirmed who was now very loudly mourning the table, the bright green hair sure did.

“WHO DID THIS TO YOU!? TABLE-SAMA ANSWER ME!”

“Sebek it is 3:10 in the morning tone it down!” Silver hissed, glaring down at the underclassman who was currently trying to sooth the pile of very much inanimate wood.

“I know its such a tragedy that the table had to leave us so soon.” Lilia piped up, adding to the hysterics that wracked the first year.

“WE MUST FIND WHO DID THIS TO THEM! THE TABLE WILL BE AVENGED!” Sebek cried. Both his arms shot into the air in anger holding seperate halves of one of the broken table legs. Silver groaned, softly facepalming while Lilia cackled loudly behind him. The commotion over the now pile of shards was so great that it drew the attention of more and more of the sleeping (was sleeping) students.

“Lilia, what is the meaning of all this noise.” Malleus questioned, letting out a yawn while striding closer to the crime scene. Lilia was wheezing so hard with laughter he couldn’t directly answer the horned fae, only pointing a shaking finger towards the hysterical man on the floor before falling back into uncontrollable laughter.

“I’m sorry Malleus I didn’t think this would get so out of hand-” Silver started, but was once again interrupted by a booming screech.

“TABLE-SAMA HAS BEEN KILLEEDDDDD!” Sebek cried, tears rolling down his face while he gestured his shaking hands to the broken table in front of him.

“Oh dear, it seems the vase on the table broke as well.” Malleus noted, crouching down to pick up some of the shattered white porcelain that littered the floor. “What a shame, I quite liked that vase.”

“Can we leave this matter for the morning, please.” Silver said exasperated, “We’re waking up the entirety of the dorm with this nonsense.” He gestured the hand not currently facepalming down the hallway, towards the several doors that had revealed confused and exhausted students staring directly at them.

“Ah yes, many apologies fellow students. Please go back to bed.” Malleus said, turning his head to address the growing crowd. The students turned back into their dorm rooms, grumbling about being woken up at such an ungodly hour of the morning before closing the door behind them. The fae turned back towards the wreckage, raising a hand towards it. Green magic rolled off his fingers like mist, curling around the pieces of the table and melding them together. Malleus watched as the vase put itself back together as well, setting itself down on the now fixed table with a thump.

“There, the matter has been dealt with.” He said, standing and brushing the remaining dust off of his nightclothes. “We shall find the student and have a talk with him about furniture etiquette first thing in the morning. I will be going back to bed now. Sleep well.” He offered a small smile towards the other three before turning to go back towards his room. Lilia was still trying to recover from his laughing fit, giggles still escaping him as he curled into himself.

“*sniff* Table-sama has been fixed! We must celebrate!”

“In the morning Sebek.”

“Yes I know that Silver.” Sebek snapped, wiping any remaining tears from his face. “Who in their right mind would celebrate a table being fixed at such early hours. Right then, see you in the morning.” Sebek shot up from his seated position on the floor, offering a curt nod and walking off like a solider in a marching band. It was as if he hadn’t just spent the better part of five minutes crying on the floor over a dismembered table.

“I will be heading to bed as well.” Silver yawned. “Please refrain from scaring more students tonight. We don’t need more broken furniture.”

“No promises.” Lilia wheezed, “If someone else gets scared I’ll warn them against smashing the table again.” Being too tired to respond, Silver opened the door to his room and walked inside.

“Good night father.” The door shut behind him, leaving the fae to his own devices. The rest of the night was relatively peaceful, the silence only being broken by the occasional giggling of the vice dormleader hanging from the ceiling. He was no doubt plotting who to 'accidentally' scare next, and if he was lucky, maybe he could get the unlucky victim to break something else.