bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word
I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.
✨💫 TWST JP "ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL" FULL 3D PERFORMANCE 💫✨
I needed to share this video because it was region locked for this year's April Fools, but we finally got the full performance of the VDC tribe in TWST FES last year....😭🫶
ANIPLEX x Twisted Wonderland Entertainment Special Program 1.Apr.2024
Official MMD for the choreography of “Absolutely Beautiful” from Night Raven College VDC.
Second part of the video includes dancing demonstration (๑╹ω╹๑ ) check my other post for it as I can only upload 1 video per post ~
Kinda sad we don’t have a Magical Motors update for the April’s Fool Special this year, but there’s still some new special furniture called “Magical Monitor” for the GuestRoom.
🔴 📸 Red Carpet in the Shaftlands!! This is a new hometown event; this time we’ll be visiting Vil’s hometown! Will we meet his dad? This will include a free SR ✨ 🐙 Luxe Couture Azul and ✨ ❤️ R Ace. The banner will include ✨ 👑 SSR Luxe Couture Vil and ✨ 🐍 SR Jamil.
🤵♂️👑SSR Platinum Jacket Vil banner! His 💐🧹 Broomquet banner will also make a return.
Mid-April
🤵♂️🐆 SSR Platinum Jacket Ruggie banner! His 💐🧹 Broomquet banner will also make a return.
Late April
👩🍳🍚 LAST MASTER CHEF!!! Encounter with Rice~ This will feature SR Apprentice Chefs 👨🍳🐙 Azul and 👨🍳🤖 Ortho! You can pick your choice of one for free by playing the event and earning tokens. The boys will also be available on a banner to roll.
There also seems to be a returning Master Chef banner which features all previous Apprentice Chef cards.
Seeing so many reviews and posts like “the zombies in zom 100 are unrealistic” “the zombies don’t feel like a threat” “the zombies are only dangerous when the plot needs them to be” and like. My brothers in Christ that’s the point.
the real villain of this story isn’t the zombie virus it’s the will-breaking, spirit-killing, dream-destroying endless grind of late stage capitalism and a deeply unhealthy and isolating relationship to one’s labor. The zombies are just there to be a metaphor.
"Fate grants favors to no one. Only those who would fight it with every ounce of their being may earn the right to challenge it."
— Pierro, "The Jester"
◆ Name: Arlecchino
◆ Title: Dire Balemoon
◆ Head of the House of the Hearth
◆ Vision: Pyro
◆ Constellation: Ignis Purgatorius
To this day, Arlecchino still recalls that night when she was first appointed as a Harbinger.
Up the stairs and down the long gallery, with naught to see through the windows but a world of ice and snow without end.
The biting wind wailed loudly, now as mirthful laughter, now as somber farewell—
With a start, Arlecchino came to, the hallucinations of her memory mingling with the sounds of real-life conversation that surrounded her.
The hearthfire burned with vigor, its gentle warmth pervading the room, and its red light glowed on the children's faces, lighting up their innocent, unaffected smiles. If some uninformed passerby were to stumble in at this precise moment, they would surely mistake the scene before them for that of an ordinary, happy family.
But just as Arlecchino raised her steaming cup to take a sip of scalding-hot black tea, the clock began to chime — and within an instant, the laughter and cheer that filled the room were banished. The flames flickered so that for a moment the light faltered, the faces of all present cast in somber expression.
Placing her cup back down, Arlecchino stood up, and in a calm, measured tone, called out several names:
"Chapleau, you're with Lyney. Retrieve the required intelligence. Foltz, you and Filliol are on guard duty. Stay back and tend to the Hearth..."
"Yes, 'Father.'"
Without a redundant syllable, nor a hint of hesitation, they answered as one.
Not long after, the fire had dwindled and the house fallen utterly silent, with nothing to be seen but a single shaft of infiltrating moonlight, peeking through a gap in the curtains upon a cup of gradually cooling tea.