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captainsophiestark · 11 months

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A Reverse Steve Rogers

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Requested by @hawaiianpizzaenjoyer !! Thanks for the request, and for being so patient while I got it done! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Y/N, an Avenger, friend of Tony Stark, and the one who helped Steve Rogers adjust to the 21st century after he came out of the ice, gets flung back into the 1940s when something goes wrong on a training mission. She has no idea how long her stay in the 40s might be, but one way or another, it's going to be interesting.

Word Count: 4,684

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: This doesn't follow any of the season 2 timeline lol, just some vague stuff put together for the sake of this story.

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"We could always just find another ticket for her and make up a reason for her to be there on her own..."

"Yeah? Like what? At this event, anybody with the slightest hole in their story is gonna stick out like a sore thumb.”

I looked between Peggy Carter and Daniel Sousa as they talked, frantically trying to figure out what to do with me tonight. They were currently in the middle of breaking up a secret society in Los Angeles, and they had a mission disguised as a date tonight where they'd be infiltrating a fancy party being thrown by said society.

Unfortunately for them, I'd landed in their laps (pretty literally) this afternoon, and accidentally thrown a wrench into their whole operation.

One minute, I'd been doing a training mission with the Avengers. The next, I'd been falling on top of a desk in the SSR in 1947. I still didn't know exactly what had thrown me back in time, but no matter what the cause, the fact didn't change that I was here, and would be for the foreseeable future.

I'd almost had a heart attack when I'd looked up to see THE Peggy Carter, founder of SHIELD and total badass, standing in front of me. I think I freaked her and Daniel out a little by fangirling the minute I got up off the floor, but a stranger landing in the middle of their super high-level organization probably would've landed me in the interrogation room anyway.

Thankfully, I knew Steve Rogers pretty well, and so did Peggy. I'd mentioned his name briefly when trying to explain how I knew who she was, but then I'd been able to use what I knew about Steve and the stories he'd shared with me to convince her I was telling the truth about time travel.

Since then, we'd done some brief introductions and I'd been let out of the interrogation room. I'd been given the bare minimum details of the mission to understand the conversation, and now I sat on the edge of a desk watching Daniel and Peggy talk as they tried to adjust their plans.

"Perhaps Mr. Jarvis would be available on short notice to take her as a date..." mused Peggy.

"Whoa, Jarvis? Oh my gosh, the real person Jarvis is alive and walking around right now. That makes sense," I said, mostly talking to myself.

"That still doesn't solve the problem of them not being on the guest list," continued Daniel, he and Peggy only briefly glancing my way at the outburst.

"Maybe Howard could help us secure another two."

"He already wore out his welcome with these guys to get you in there the first time."

"Did you just say Howard? As in Howard Stark?"

Peggy and Daniel groaned in unison.

"Don't tell me you're a big fan of him too?" groaned Daniel.

"His ego's already big enough as it is," Peggy agreed.

"No, it's not that, I- uh... nevermind." I pushed off the desk, waving off thoughts of Tony. I still wasn't clear on how this time travel stuff worked, and I didn't want to go telling people about Howard Stark's currently nonexistent son without more assurance it wouldn't have any crazy impact first. "Look, you guys clearly don't have space for me in this mission. The best path is a small team, specifically a couple, who can enjoy the night like a regular date while still gathering intel and handling the mission."

Peggy and Daniel shared a look, and I could see an entire conversation passing between them. I continued.

"I might not know much about the forties, but I'm still a capable adult. I'm an Av- I was on a team with Steve to take on missions around the world. I'll be fine handling myself for a bit while you guys take care of business."

"Are you sure?" asked Peggy with a frown.

"We don't want to completely abandon you. Disappearing from your own time and reappearing in another can't be easy," added Daniel.

I gave them a faint smile, momentarily overwhelmed with memories. I'd first met Steve when he'd shown up in the future and needed someone to help him adjust. I'd been a SHIELD agent at the time, responsible for liaising with Tony Stark, so they figured helping a living legend adjust would be nothing compared to that.

They'd been right, and we'd hit it off the bat. When Tony eventually formed the team, I'd been on the roster. And now, I was the one being faced with adjusting to another time.

"It's not easy," I said to Daniel, the smile still on my face. "But I also don't need babysitters when those babysitters have important, world-saving duties to attend to. I actually have a little bit of an advantage, going back in time. I took history classes and whatnot, so I at least have some idea of how this world works."

"Well, if you're sure-"

"Alright! Sousa, Marge, fear not! The cavalry is here."

I turned at the sound of a new voice, but not before I caught Peggy and Daniel rolling their eyes so far back into their heads I couldn't see the pupils. A tall, blond man in a suit was striding across the room towards us, and a second after I started sizing him up he noticed me and did the same.

"Who's this?" he asked, coming to a stop in front of us. Peggy and Daniel didn't answer right away, apparently working together to gather mental strength before entering the conversation with this guy. I just leaned back a bit against the desk and watched.

Peggy and Daniel took a second to make significant eye contact, then sighed as one. Daniel turned to Jack, and Peggy subtly shifted closer to me.

"She's somebody who does a job like ours, but from the future," said Daniel. Jack just stared at him for a minute, then looked to me, and then back at Daniel.

"Sousa, despite what you might think, I'm not stupid."

"Jack, I get that it's hard to believe, but if you actually listen for two seconds-"

Jack huffed and crossed his arms while Daniel kept talking. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Peggy leaning in towards me, and I blocked out the boys' argument as she whispered to me.

"Y/N, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Hit me," I whispered back. Peggy sighed.

"Jack has recently had a moral epiphany," she started. I took half a second to give her a curious glance, and she just rolled her eyes in response. "It's been mostly nice, both to have him on our side and to finally have him respecting me and Daniel and anyone that's not an older man already in power.

"That said, we don't have space for him on this mission. All he's going to do is be a nuisance, and he's far less likely to agree to being benched than you."

"And I take it you have a solution for this?"

"Yes. But it would require throwing you under the bus to keep him occupied tonight."

I paused for a second, giving Jack another good look. He and Sousa were still in the middle of a heated argument while Sousa tried to convince him I was actually a time traveler, and even though they both seemed exasperated, Jack also seemed to be enjoying the back and forth. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

"Peggy Carter, it would be an absolute honor to assist you on a mission," I said, turning to her with a smile. "Even if it means spending the evening learning about the forties from a slightly questionable teacher."

"You're a lifesaver," she said, giving me a smile back. She pushed off the desk, moving towards Daniel and Jack to interrupt them but shooting me a wink first. "And don't worry, I'll give you an actual introduction to the decade after this mission is over."

I nodded, then Peggy got Jack and Daniel's attention to put their argument to rest and explain the situation. Jack raised an eyebrow when Peggy told him his job would be keeping me company, but she phrased it well enough that it didn't quite sound like babysitting for either of us. Finally, he agreed, and Peggy and Daniel headed out for their event, leaving me and Jack Thompson alone in the bullpen of the LA SSR.

He stood by the windows, staring out at the traffic below as I spun around in a swivel chair. I kept looking at him, but he didn't look over at me once, at least not that I could catch. Finally, after a few more rotations, I huffed a sigh and pushed myself up. I put my hands on my hips, but Jack still didn't look over.

"Alright, I'm bored out of my mind, which should not be a possibility less than three hours after I suddenly appeared in a different time period," I said. Jack finally looked over at me, raising an unimpressed eyebrow as he did. I continued. "You're supposed to be helping me adjust to this place, since I don't know how long I'm gonna be here. Believe it or not, it didn't take me that long to adjust to this office."

He sighed heavily, but stepped away from the window anyway, stopping a few feet in front of me with his arms across his chest. He stared at me for a few seconds without saying anything, and I just stared right back. I crossed my arms to mirror him and he snorted and rolled his eyes.

"You're really from the future?" he finally asked.

"Did the twenty minutes Peggy and Daniel spent convincing you not settle this matter?"

He grunted, then finally dropped his arms back to his sides.

"Fine. What do you want to do then?"

I grinned. "Any good places to grab a drink and a dance around here?”

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"This is only my first week in LA, so if this place ends up being terrible, it's the city's fault and not mine," said Jack as we stepped out of the cab together. I'd taken a second to find a dress to steal from Peggy's emergency disguise stash at the SSR, since my 21st century mission clothes would probably cause a riot if I went out in them, and then Jack and I had jumped in a cab to a spot in town he'd heard about.

"Boooo," I teased as he paid the driver and we headed in together. "You can't consider the possibility of the night being a failure before it's even started! It's a jinx."

"A jinx?"

"Yeah, you know. Like bad luck."

"I know the definition of the word jinx," he scoffed. "I just think it's ridiculous you believe in them."

"Oh, yeah, of course. Actually, I didn't want to tell Peggy and Daniel this, but in the future we've discovered that a lot of things people dismissed as superstitions or bad luck are actually true. Like jinxes. Oh, and breaking a mirror? That actually will mess you up! We didn't realize it until science advanced a little further, I think in the seventies, but it's true."

Jack stared at me for a few seconds, and I stared back with a perfectly neutral expression on my face. Then, he broke into a grin and nudged me with his shoulder.

"You're messing with me."

"I definitely am."

He scoffed and shook his head, but the smile didn't drop off his face. He sighed dramatically, looking up at the club in front of us, then held out his arm for me to take.

"C'mon. You're the one who wanted to experience the time period."

I smiled up at him, then looped my arm through his. He pulled me a little closer, and I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't speed up a bit as we walked into the club together.

Immediately I got hit with the music I associated with the swinging jazz of the 1940s as we stepped into a world of men in suits and women in old-style dresses, all twirling across the dancefloor together.

"Whoa," I breathed. Suddenly, it started to sink in that I was actually in the 1940s, more than 80 years from everything and everyone I knew. A new surge of sympathy for Steve welled up in my chest.

"You alright?" asked Jack, nudging me a little as we stood in the doorway. I took a deep breath in and out, then slowly nodded. "Okay, good. Let's go get a drink.”

I huffed a laugh as he pulled me through the crowd and towards the bar. We managed to find two stools, and Jack pulled my seat out for me before I sat down. I couldn't help giving him a slightly bemused look, which he grunted about as he took the seat next to me.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said, waving him off. "Just, you know... forties."

He turned to stare at me, his eyebrows knit together, but the bartender appeared before he could question what I was talking about.

"What can I get the two of you?" asked the bartender. Jack turned to me, letting me go first.

"I'll have an old fashioned, please."

Both he and Jack looked at me for a second, but I looked right back at both of them like they were crazy for questioning it (because they were). After a second, Jack shrugged and turned back to the bartender.

"I'll do the same."

The bartender nodded, then moved away to make the drinks. I turned and gave Jack a smile.

"Thanks for buying," I said. "I didn't have my wallet on me when I got sucked back in time, and even if I did, I don't think the bartender would be able to accept the kind of bills I carry. I'm not trying to get arrested for counterfeiting a few hours into being in the past."

Jack chuckled. "Sure thing. So, an old fashion, huh?"

"Yeah. It's Ton- uh, it's my friend's favorite drink. He got me drinking them, too."

"Hm. Future sounds like a wild place."

"Honestly, I'd say 1940 is a little wilder."

The bartender set down our drinks, and Jack put a few bills on the table. Then, once he was out of earshot again, I turned to Jack with a smile.

"Cheers," I said, raising my glass in toast. "To new experiences and getting to know each other and this weird ass trip back to the past."

Jack smiled, although I could tell he was fighting it, and clinked his glass with mine before we both took a sip.

"So, Jack Thompson... tell me about the forties."

Jack and I spent the next hour talking about everything from foods that hadn't been invented yet (ranch dressing!) to the weird, national popularity of baseball and how I couldn't wait to see people start getting the memo about the NBA. Some of it was informative, even helpful, but for the most part we just... talked. Laughed. Joked around and enjoyed each other's company like people who'd known each other much longer than a few hours.

For some reason, it just felt easy. Going into this, heading out with someone who was clearly a confident, if not arrogant, man from the 1940s, with Peggy's warnings on top of everything else? Well, let's just say I didn't have the highest of hopes. But by some miracle, whether it was our equally loud and teasing personalities or that fact that I proudly didn't know anything about baseball beyond the fact that games took way too long, rather than the ignorance or indifference he had been expecting... Jack Thompson and I got on like wildfire.

"I'm just saying, when you're watching a legend play, that's the only part of the game that matters!" Jack continued, defending his baseball stance. "And DiMaggio's a legend."

"Yeah, no shit," I scoffed, rolling my eyes to go with it. Jack snorted at my language, but I caught him grinning at me all the same as he took a sip from his drink. "But, unlike in other sports, your legend's only playing for like fifteen minutes out of every hour. Still boring!"

Jack opened his mouth, clearly ready with some other comeback that would do absolutely nothing to change my position, but before he could, the band started up with something I actually recognized.

"Oh my God!" I cried, setting down the now-empty glass that previously held my second old fashioned. "This song- we have to go dance!"

"You know this song?" asked Jack, only looking slightly bemused as he set down his glass and I dragged him towards the dance floor.

"Yeah. Steve plays it all. The damned. Time," I said, finally coming to a stop in the middle of the floor. I moved to drop Jack's hand now that I'd gotten him out here, but he just squeezed it tighter and pulled me closer. "It's one of the only songs from the forties he plays that I can actually stand."

Jack scoffed, wrapping an arm around my waist as we started twirling across the floor together. "You're actually friends with him? Sousa wasn't making that whole thing up?"

"What? No. Actually, I'm the one that helped him adjust to the future not long after he woke up in my time."

Jack nodded, looking thoughtful. "So that's why you recognized Carter? Sousa said you almost fainted from excitement when you first saw her."

"No. I mean, sort of, I guess. But I would've known her even without Steve. She's only the coolest, most badass woman and intelligence pioneer the world has ever known," I said. Jack snorted, and I scowled. "What? You disagree?"

He shrugged. "I mean, I'd probably argue there are some other intelligence pioneers that deserve mention. But... I guess no, I don't necessarily disagree. Just don't mention it to her, alright? I'll deny it, and I don't need her immortalization from a time traveler being thrown in my face every time I work a case with her for the rest of time."

I laughed, and Jack gave me a knowing smile before spinning me out and away from him. He twirled me across the floor before pulling me back to him quickly. We moved in perfect harmony, picking up our pace to match the band and putting the other couples to shame. We quickly got lost in our own little world, to the point that everyone and everything except the music disappeared. When Jack sped up, I sped up a little more, and we easily met each other's challenges, stupid smiles on our faces the whole time.

When a slower song started playing, Jack and I finally relaxed the pace, forgoing the elaborate dance moves to just sway in place and catch our breaths for a minute. I was still a little lost in our moment, enough so that I didn't notice someone else approaching us until he shoved himself part way between me and Jack.

"Hey doll. Mind if I cut in?" The guy leered over me, totally ignoring Jack as he reached for my hand without waiting for my answer. I scoffed, my tired-but-happy smile instantly turning into a scowl. Jack seemed equally frustrated and moved as if he was about to step in and do something about it, but I decided to just take care of it for the both of us.

"Actually, yeah, I do mind," I snapped, fixing the guy with an unimpressed look as I snatched my hand out of his reach. He seemed incredibly surprised by my response, but I plowed ahead anyway. "I'm dancing with someone already, and even if I weren't, I have no interest at all in dancing with you. So... scram. Or beat it. Or whatever people say now."

The man just stood there for a second, open-mouthed, blinking at me in stunned silence. Then, his expression shifted into a scowl and his face started to turn red.

"I- You- How dare you-!"

"Dude, get lost," I said, crossing my arms and staring him down as I talked over him. I glanced over his shoulder to Jack, who also looked shocked but in a pleasantly surprised way, and addressed him. "What's another good way to tell someone to go away?"

He shrugged, a delighted smile growing on his face. "Take a powder?"

"Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Jack just nodded, so I looked back at the rude guy. "Alright, take a powder. Hit the bricks. Take a long walk off a short pier. Other creative ways to say leave. I want to dance to this lovely song with my dance partner here, who is not you, so... yeah. Take the blatant instructions."

The man whirled around to Jack, like he expected him to say or do something to reign me in. Jack just shrugged again.

"You heard the lady. I'm not gonna tell you anything she didn't already say."

The man scowled, whipping back to look at me again. I just met him with crossed arms and a look that told him I wouldn't be budging an inch. He spluttered a few more incoherent words in indignation, then stormed off the dance floor and out of sight. I sighed, then faced Jack again.

"How wildly out of place was that for the time period? Both him and me?" I asked. Jack grinned.

"Him? Not very. You? Insanely," he said, taking my hand again as we went back to gently swaying in place. He tugged me a little closer to his chest, and I smiled. "I gotta say though, I sure enjoyed watching it."

"Good. Because I don't actually care at all, and I had a lot of fun doing that."

Jack laughed, throwing his head back before fixing me with a brilliant smile. He twirled me out and away from him again, then pulled me right back into his chest. We swayed together, closer than we'd been all night, and to my surprise I started noticing more than a few butterflies squirming in my chest as I stared up at the SSR Chief. Hm, noted the more logical side of my brain as we moved across the crowded dance floor. Nice, my heart replied as Jack's strong hand laid firmly on my waist and my hand traveled to the collar of his shirt.

Jack and I spent the rest of the night at the club, enjoying the music, the dancing, and each other's company until the place turned on the lights and threw us out. A few times, other men came up to hit on me and "steal me away" from Jack. Each time, I dressed them down and sent them on their way, and each time Jack just grinned and watched me do it. I could still tell he was ready to jump in, that his instinct was to take care of it for me, but he seemed to enjoy watching the jerks splutter and babble in shock and surprise as much as I did.

Afterwards, when we wandered back out onto the LA street together, Jack insisted on escorting me back to Howard Stark's place, where I'd be staying with Peggy. It was going to be incredibly weird staying at Tony's dad's house, meeting him and the real-human Jarvis, but I could process that later. Right now, I wanted to focus on the amazing, less-weird parts of being in the 40s. Specifically Jack Thompson, who I'd just spent a wonderful night enjoying this new time period with.

Jack hailed us a cab, and I rested my head on his shoulder and watched the city go by as the taxi took us out of the city, to the massive Stark mansion. It was basically a 40s version of Tony's Malibu house, and a pang of sadness tightened in my chest when I realized I had no idea when–or if–I would see my friends again.

I took a deep breath and shook those thoughts out of my head as the car came to a stop. All of that was a problem for later, not now. Jack got out first, holding the door for me and offering a hand to help me out, which I took. Rather than dropping it once I stood, he wrapped it around his arm as he asked the cabbie to wait and escorted me towards the house. We stopped on the porch and turned to face each other, and I realized I actually really didn't want the night to end.

"Thanks for showing me around the forties," I said, giving Jack a small smile. "It was actually really fun."

"You don't have to sound so surprised," he griped, but a smile made its way onto his face all the same. "So... I don't know how long you're gonna be here, and obviously we've got a lot of other work to do with Carter and Sousa tomorrow, but... maybe I could take you out again sometime. There's still a lot of forties you haven't seen yet."

"I'd like that," I said, a warm feeling welling up in my chest. I hesitated a second as Jack and I stared at each other on the doorstep, then decided to say fuck it and keep doing what I'd been doing all night: following my impulses. "Quick question: in the forties, if I kiss you on the first date, is that going to scare you off or something?"

Jack grinned. "It might get a raised eyebrow from the cabbie, but I sure as shit won't be complaining."

"Good."

With that, I grabbed Jack's lapels and tugged him towards me, leaning up just a bit and giving him a kiss. It was short, really just a quick peck since we'd just met, but fireworks exploded in my chest at the sensation anyway.

Jack's grin stayed in place as we pulled apart, and his hand lingered on my waist an extra second before dropping to his side. He took a step backwards, towards the waiting car, even as his eyes stayed on mine. I rested my hand on the doorknob, watching Jack and trying to stay in the moment even as he walked away.

"Welcome to the forties, sweetheart," he called as he made it down the porch steps and into the driveway. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."

I waved, a smile on my own face to match his. "Can't wait."

Jack gave a short wave and one last grin before getting into the cab. I watched as he drove away, a smile still on my own face even after I knew he couldn't see it. Finally, after the lights of the cab faded back into the LA night, I turned on my heel and walked into the house.

I'd been in the 40s for less than twelve hours, and I knew for a fact that I hadn't even scratched the tip of the iceberg on exploring the time period, or what frustrations being eighty years removed from everything I knew would bring. But, despite all that, I'd had a blast tonight, and tomorrow I'd get to start working with THE Peggy Carter. Whether I was only here for another few hours or it turned into months or longer, I couldn't help being excited at the idea of everything that was yet to come for me, not least of all my next date with Jack Thompson.

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snek-disappearedagain · 1 year

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the next twst birthday set should be a sleepover party set and since it starts with Jamil we get to see him with his hair down all asleep and stuff bc the baby is tired let him rest (also Jamil with his hair down would give me LIFE)

AND LIKE Riddle probably has some super fancy pajamas and Cater would totally have a whole ass nightly skin care routine, he has one of those cute headbands that you use for like face masks on. Ace probably does something dumb to be cool, Deuce probably does something dumb too but neither are dangerous and both are fun and they’re laughing all of them.

Leona is sleeping like usual, he definitely doesn’t wear pajamas he probably sleeps in like a t shirt and sweatpants or smth, Jack would wear headphones to sleep and he would have either soft music playing or the loudest rock music ever (nothing in between except I might accept smooth jazz)

Azul probably doesnt sleep much so we just see him passed out at his desk in a button up shirt (with maybe a few buttons unbuttoned) and pants and his beautiful purple socks. Jade tries to sleep but Floyd is not tired and he wants to have a pillow fight so yeah 👍

Already mentioned Jamil but the second he finds out the theme he’s out like boom asleep he’s resting now it’s his birthday (however he has to sleep in a pillow fort in the dorm’s lounge because the dorm worked together to make it and he will admit it’s comfortable asf). Kalim seems like he would be the first to fall asleep at a sleepover, but no, nonono he’s up at 3am telling ghost stories and laughing and asking people their crushes /hj

Vil also has a nightly skincare routine (obviously), but he also has the most elegant pajamas you have ever seen. I’m talking full on silk set with a shirt, pants, and sleeping mask. There’s a fluffy robe, and slippers, and everything and he looks stunning. Rook is himself, he probably sleeps on his back with his hands to the side and his eyes OPEN /j Epel really wants to throw a pillow fight, and sadly he can’t in pomefiore so whoever his duo is better invite him to a pillow fight in their dorm >:(

Idia games like usual but he uses his birthday keys and gets a SSR/4*/5* (whatever the games highest card option is called) and he’s happy he’s like :D and all is well. Ortho would either make his own pajama wear or Idia would make it, either way it includes SPECIFICALLY a cat themed sleeping mask

Silver falls asleep early and he looks very comfy, very happy. Sebek also falls asleep early and someone (probably Lilia) drew on his face which is funny because that would happen. Lilia doesn’t sleep but he has the ugliest, most atrocious, most uncomfortable pajamas ever. Malleus takes a midnight stroll in a dragon onesie, I will not be telling who got it for him that is up to you.

Btw if you don’t read the tags you won’t know that this is actually my friend’s idea, we talked on discord about it and I expanded on it here so like yeah 👍

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egophiliac · 1 year

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Hello!! I'm in love with your artstyle (especially the way you did the signature spells??? I've been looking at them for a while adsgfdfsf, they look like movie posters tbh and that's fricking cool to me. anyway!! I'm a player on the NA server (btw, I've already seen spoilers of chap 7 due to tumblr/reddit/pinterest, so yeah it's not the most spoiled I've ever been so yea) and yeah. I'm getting through the story okay but do you have any advice for people trying to get through certain events with a more limited life schedule??? Also, what are some of the differences that you notice between the english (if you see a lot of it??) and Japanese versions of the game? sorry if this was a longer ask, i tried to be simple but i wanted to tell you that I loved your art and everything just spiraled AAAAAAH

thank you! ❤️❤️❤️ I've been surprised by how many people really like my posters -- it's kind of a weird style to do fanart in, I guess, but I'm glad other people think it's cool too! :D

(gonna answer out of order because the event stuff turned into a huge block of text, sorry!)

I've seen a few of the localizations, but I don't know a lot about the Eng version, so I can't speak too much about differences. (I do think "housewarden" has a better sound to it than "dorm leader" though...they need a fancy little word to match their fancy little outfits.) I did look up the unique magic/signature spells to see if they were able to somehow work in the glossing -- I'm not even sure how you would localize that without it being super weird, so I don't blame them, but I was a little sad anyway! :( in Japanese, they're all written as Japanese phrases with the English as ruby text, and sometimes they're given a little extra meaning. like -- this is where the episode 7 spoilers I'm tagging are) the words that Mal says are "Fae of Maleficence":

but the meaning of the Japanese is "Blessing", which is a nice little "ooooh" moment given the context of it!

there isn't always an extra meaning, sometimes it's just. super literal. but my other favorite is Jack's, where what he means is "✨howl that pierces the moonlit night✨", but what he actually yells is "UNLEASH BEAST" before turning into a giant dog. what a good boy.

as for event advice (under the cut, because this was already getting long)...

speaking as someone who is 100% F2P and therefore also tends to get kind of burnt by some of these events -- the #1 most important thing is to just...make peace with not getting everyone. :') I am a collector-type person, so it definitely gets grating when I can't have all the fancy PNGs my little packrat heart desires. generally though: never do random pulls, always be saving your keys and gems between events. (once a month you can buy a 10-set from Sam for a 50 gem discount, and logging in on a character's birthday will give you a 10-set for free, so make sure to do those!). when the event info starts coming out, pick one or two cards that you really want and work specifically towards those, focusing on grinding out the items and/or using your saved-up pulls on their specific banner. and in the end, accept that it might just not be meant to be, even if you hit the 100-pull pity SSR no I'm not still bitter over fairy gala Ortho why do you ask. if the event doesn't have any cards that you really want, take it as an opportunity to save for the next one!

hoard your star fragments (the things that restore AP) -- if you're going for a card that requires grinding event items to permanently unlock, and the item is one you get from lessons, you can use star fragments to bump your AP up to 30 at a time (10 is the limit that will restore over time, but 30 is the max you can have at once). that makes for a looong lesson loop, but I usually get about 50-60 items per 30 lessons, and I just let it run in the background while doing other stuff. (usually these items are what also unlock the event story, so I'll do a huge amount of lessons first thing and then have enough to get the whole story at once. 👍) it can get really grindy, but events go on for a while so it's not usually that bad if you space it out a bit, instead of waiting until the last minute to try and get those last 600 items (cough) (cough).

if it's one of the ones where you get the item from doing a rhythmic, you get the same amount of items no matter how well you do, even if you miss every note. so you can just...tap occasionally to restart it and get the same effect. if it's a battle one, you do have to actually win to get the item, but once you figure out the sweet spot of a team setup + highest battle level where you win every time, it becomes basically the same deal.

so...yeah, tl;dr you can get away with a lot just by setting things up to run in the background and paying just enough attention to tap through some of the menus. it does require a certain amount of time to just leave your phone while still sorta-kinda paying attention to it, so it might not work for everyone, but that's the best way I've found to get through most events!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #i feel like i just emerged from juice hell from getting my sunset lilia #and yet here i am diving right into tuna hell for my grim #it's okay i wasn't using these ap on anything else anyway #i have gotten SUPER lucky on some of these events #like i think the only halloween card i'm missing is ace #which is nuts considering how many of those are ssrs #but then i didn't manage to get a single one of the birthday diasomnias past the first year :(#we're not going to talk about the dorm dias. we just aren't.#the gacha giveth and it taketh away

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[You And I In This World Adrift] - Rustica SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Akira

A Twinkling Night Sky Backdrop - Chapter 1

[Rustica’s Room]

Akira: Wow, everything smells amazing…!

Lined up before me was Rustica’s tea collection.

As I picked them up one-by-one, I inhaled each of their scents.

Rustica: Should there be a blend that lights up your heart and heals your soul, please feel free to select it.

Akira: Thank you so much, Rustica. I’m really glad you invited me for tea today.

Akira: I’ve been writing in the Sage’s Book all morning, so I was planning on taking a break soon anyways.

Rustica: I’m glad to be of service. Please indulge in all the warm tea and pastries you’d like.

Rustica: What kind of things were you noting down today?

Akira: Oh, just various stuff that's happened lately like our missions, but also more mundane things like what people like or dislike…

Akira: I wanted to capture as much detail as I could and lost track of time.

Rustica: How remarkable. With that amount of attention, the portraits of us in your book must be akin to the real thing.

Akira: Haha, I’d be happy if that were the case. The notes that the previous sage left me were a lot of help after all.

Akira: Once I return to my world, I want the next sage to understand everyone too—

“The next sage”—As soon as the words left my mouth, a chilly wind blew through my heart.

Akira: Ah, maybe we should get started on that tea.

Overcome with an unexpected sadness, I smiled away my pain and diverted the topic by picking up a blend.

Rustica: But of course. <<Amorest Viesse>>

With a soft glow, a teacup wreathed in steam appeared before me. Painted on its side were the little faces of my favorite animal.

Akira: Oh, cats! How cute…!

Rustica: Haha, I’m glad it’s to your fancy. This is precisely the reaction I was hoping to see.

Rustica: I had a feeling your face would light up once you saw this.

Akira: Rustica… Thank you so much.

Akira: Oh! Even the handle is shaped like a cat’s tail. This is so detailed…

Akira: This is just what I needed to lift my spirits. Maybe I should get one for myself.

Rustica: Oh? In that case, I know just where to look.

Rustica: In a few days, there will be an exhibition fair in the City of Affluence.

Akira: An exhibition fair? What’s that?

Rustica: It’s an event where a fantastical array of remarkable, artisan-crafted handiworks awaits us.

A Twinkling Night Sky Backdrop - Chapter 2

[City of Affluence - Day]

A few days later, we arrived in the City of Affluence to search for the perfect teacup.

Rustica: It looks like each store is displaying their products in the windows. They must be showing off their best works.

Rustica: Let’s wander the town and window-shop for now, and perhaps we’ll make a miraculous find.

Akira: That sounds like a plan! The city seems livelier than usual too, so I’m excited to get started.

Akira: Although, everyone around us looks so refined… I can’t help but feel out of place.

Rustica: There’s no need to feel self-conscious. These people are just like us after all, seeking a miracle amongst these wares.

Rustica: Come along now, Master Sage.

Encouraged by Rustica’s words, I followed his lead, and the two of us set off to explore the shops.

The first teacup we encountered was an ornate piece finely crafted from gold. Afterwards, we found cups fashioned from glass, cups with gemstones embedded in them, and so forth…

Akira: It’s like we’re in an art gallery. Everything is so extravagant, I hardly know where to begin, much less what to buy.

Akira: Oh, I know. What kind of teacup would you choose, Rustica? Maybe hearing your opinion will give me an idea.

Rustica: It’d be my pleasure to help. If I had to decide…

Rustica: I’d first imagine the face of someone I’d like to have tea with and view my options from there.

Rustica: For example, look at that teacup with the buttons painted on it. If I gave that to Chloe, I’m sure he’d show me the most dazzling smile.

Akira: Oh, I see now! I’d like to give this a try too. It seems like fun.

Rustica: I’m pleased to hear that, although this is merely my way of doing things.

Rustica: The paths we can take are as limitless as the sky. I’m sure somewhere out there is a path right for you as well, Master Sage.

Rustica: Please, take pleasure in even these moments of struggle. I won’t leave your side, so we can take our time.

Akira: …Thank you so much, Rustica. Now then, let’s take a look over there!

[City of Affluence - Sunset]

Akira: (Sigh. We scoured the entire city, but no luck…)

Despite circling through every shop, I still couldn’t decide on a teacup to buy.

Akira: Um, Rustica… Could I ask you something?

Rustica: Please, ask away.

Akira: Since you told me I could take any path… Could I ask you to choose something for me?

Rustica: You want me to decide?

Akira: Yes. I’d like to cherish this cup for a long time, so I didn’t want to make a hasty decision. However, I got so wrapped up in trying to find the perfect one that I couldn’t choose at all…

Akira: That’s why, I’d like to leave it to you, Rustica.

Akira: If you were the one to decide, I think I'd cherish it even more as a memento of the time we spent together.

Rustica: Master Sage… If it’s alright with you, then I’d be happy to oblige.

Rustica: However, since we’ve come all this way, I’d like to make my selection a surprise for you.

Rustica: Would you mind waiting for me at that cafe while I search?

A Twinkling Night Sky Backdrop - Chapter 3

Rustica: (A teacup for the Master Sage… Oh, I wonder what I should get.)

Rustica: (They’re always taking the time to connect with us, so I’d like to choose something that expresses all of our feelings like a choir of voices in song.)

Rustica: …Ah, that reminds me. They seemed a little sad during our last tea party together.

Rustica: (If the Master Sage had to return to their world someday…)

Rustica: …! …Oh my, this teacup…

[City of Affluence - Night]

The crimson red sky had already deepened to blue by the time Rustica returned.

Rustica: My apologies for keeping you waiting, Master Sage.

Akira: Rustica! Welcome back.

With a smile on his face, he smoothly took my hand, and, before I knew it, led me towards his broom.

Rustica: This way please. I’d like to present your new teacup against the gorgeous backdrop of the twinkling night sky.

[Starry Sky]

Akira: Wow… The stars are so beautiful!

Rustica: I’m glad you're enjoying yourself. Now then, shall we prepare for a tea party?

As the world gleamed around us like jewels, Rustica waved his finger like a conductor’s baton.

A table and two chairs appeared out of thin air and began to dance, inviting me to take a seat.

Following Rustica’s lead, I move from the broom to the chair. Then, the package in his hand began to glow and the ribbon unfurled itself.

Slowly, its content came into view: a deep blue teacup that seemed to blend right into the night sky.

It began to fill up with tea and…

Akira: Oh...!

A single pinprick of light appeared like the first star in the sky. Twinkling into existence on the side of the cup, it emitted a soft glow.

Rustica: Each time you fill this cup with tea, a star will appear.

Rustica: Thus, no matter how much time passes or distance separates us… This cup will always remember.

Rustica: It will preserve the time we spent together. The times our faces met and we smiled at each other over a delicious blend.

Akira: (Could it be…? Could he be thinking about our tea party from the other day…?)

All around us, the stars were shining.

However, as bright and beautiful as they were, there was no star as precious to me as the one born just before my eyes.

Akira: Thank you so much, Rustica. With this cup, I'm looking forward to our tea parties even more now.

Rustica: Indeed. Let's create a starry sky of our very own together.

Akira: …

Akira: …Someday, when I return to my own world, I hope I can take this cup with me.

With a smile, Rustica began to speak softly and gently. He raised his own cup in the air as if making a vow to the stars.

Rustica: On the chance that you do forget it here, I shall keep watch over it for you.

Rustica: And I’ll cherish it until the day you return. When that time comes, let’s add a new star to the sky.

Rustica and the Bygone Gate - Card Episode

[Rustica’s Room]

Akira: It seems like a gate that will show you the past has appeared on Borda Isle’s beach.

Akira: It reminds me of when I had just arrived in this world. I often thought about the past as a way of calming myself down.

Rustica: It’s lovely that you have such memories to assuage yourself.

Rustica: What kind of things did you think about?

Akira: I’d go back to when I was a kid being read a story by someone I trusted.

Akira: Do you have any comforting memories like that? Something you hold onto when the going gets rough…?

Rustica: Let me see… I’m not very good at remembering the past.

Rustica: However, I can vaguely remember a time filled with happiness.

Akira: What do you mean?

Rustica: Hmm, yes.

Rustica: Faint sunlight pours into a wide and spacious room…

Rustica: There, someone is playing the harpsichord beautifully, its gentle sound filling the air.

Rustica: Outside is the verdant gardens and the azure sky, and by the window, the calm presence of a person…

Rustica: As the sound of singing reverberates.

Rustica: When I imagine such a scene, I can feel myself calming down and my heart put to ease.

Akira: What a beautiful memory… Is this a scene from your past?

Rustica: Who knows? Perhaps it is all in my head.

Rustica: Haven’t you ever experienced that before? When reality becomes all mixed up with your imagination.

Akira: Oh, I think I get what you mean. It’s like misremembering something…

Rustica: Exactly. Even though people say it’s wrong, you can still recall the details as if it truly happened.

Rustica: This reminds me of the time Chloe and I came across a lodging we’d stayed at before.

Rustica: I’d asked him, “Do you remember this place, Chloe? We’ve been here before, haven’t we? Look, we had soup from those very dishes.”

Rustica: However, Chloe told me that he didn’t remember this place at all.

Rustica: Apparently, he’d never seen those blue dishes in his life even though I could so clearly recall how his eyes gleamed when he first saw their beauty.

Akira: Well… Which one of you was right?

Rustica: Neither of us are sure to this day. However, it’s natural for strange things to occur on a wizard’s journey.

Rustica: Either I obtained a false memory or Chloe lost his real one.

Rustica: What do you think, Master Sage?

Home Screen Voice Line

“Journeys are filled not only with joys, but hardships as well. However, when I look back on the road, I find that I can cherish even the bumps along the way… I hope the same is true for you too.”

#rustica #mhyktl #mhyk #mahoyaku #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #long time no see

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mysteryshoptls · 10 months

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SSR Kalim Al-Asim Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 3

"Happy Birthday"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Scarabia Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Azul: Finally, we are at the last question.

Azul: “How do you spend your days off?”

Kalim: I do a bunch of stuff, but… Well, last time, I went into town to shop with Jamil and some other dormmates.

Kalim: Physically going to a store and picking something to buy from all the stuff they got stocked on the shelves is super exciting, like a treasure hunt.

Kalim: Back home, the merchants would bring all of their goods directly to my home, so…

Kalim: Whenever I went shopping after enrolling here, I had such a hard time, 'cause I didn't know where I'd have to pay, or even how to pay― Ahahah!

Azul: What an enviable situation…

Azul: However, is there even anything on Sage's Island that would be discerning to your tastes, Kalim-san?

Kalim: Yeah, there's a bunch! The thing I really liked was, uhhhh, what was it called again…? Ah, oh yeah!

Kalim: CARPET CLEANER!!

Azul: Huh?

Kalim: Oh, don't you know what that is? It's a tool that cleans carpets by rolling over it…

Azul: Ah, apologies. I do not need you to explain it to me.

Azul: Only, it was such an ordinary… Rather, I mean, an unexpected response…

Kalim: Oh, okay. Recently, I've been using that to clean my magic carpet.

Kalim: It really seems to like it, too. Maybe it feels like it's getting a massage?

Kalim: Ah, that reminds me, we're almost out of the adhesive tape.

Kalim: I'll have to go back to the store and buy some more. Hmmm, I wonder if everything they have on the shelves will be enough…?

Azul: Kalim-san, are you saying… do you purchase a whole new cleaner every time you run out of the adhesive tape?

Kalim: Yeah… Eh, am I not supposed to?

Azul: Yes. After buying the product the first time, you only need to replace the tape itself and reuse it all over again.

Kalim: Eeeeh, really!? That's way too convenient! Whoever made that must've been a genius!!

Azul: Fufu, I'm sure the manufacturers would be elated to hear that you love their product that much.

Azul: Kalim-san, thank you very much for all of your precious stories.

Kalim: Yeah, thanks to you, too! I had a lot of fun because of you, Azul.

Azul: I am honored that you would say that.

Azul: Now then, I shall hand over the broom that was specifically crafted for you, Kalim-san. ―Here you go.

Kalim: Woah! This broom looks like a bouquet, so fancy and cool!

Azul: Indeed. It is quite flashy and suits you well, Kalim-san. I've also made sure to lavish it with my own heartfelt wishes!

Azul: Please take this broom and fly on the birthday road, and go an accept every person's birthday wishes.

Azul: Alright, then… Let us continue our conversation afterwards.

Kalim: Yeah, I'm off!

Kalim: Oookay, time to greet everyone from up in the sky! Gotta psych myself up and… Let's go!!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

#twisted wonderland #twst #kalim al-asim #azul ashengrotto #twst kalim #twst azul #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: jamil

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"Willfully Playful" Owen SSR Card Story - The Flowerfall Game Hall, With You ~ Invitation for Owen

the recordings for this were provided by known owen yume dante!

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Cain: Oh, here you are.

Akira: Owen!

Owen: Munch munch…

Mithra: Owen, those people have something they need from you.

Owen: What do you want…? In case you can't tell, I'm in the middle of something right now.

Cain: Are you two eating dinner together? It's definitely that time of night when you start getting hungry.

Owen: This is my tart. I'm not giving you any.

Mithra: I don't want anything but meat, anyway.

Akira: No, we're not here to eat… Owen, it's going to be your birthday soon, so I wanted to invite you to the Flowerfall Game Hall.

Owen: The Flowerfall Game Hall… Oh, that mini playground thing. An old friend of Shylock's made it a fancy place to play around in. I think.

Cain: If you already know about it, that'll make this faster. Akira wants to escort you there to celebrate your birthday. You can get there through this miniature of a door.

Akira: Will you accept my invitation, Owen? I'll escort you properly, so you can have a fun time and stuff…!

Owen: Hmmm. If I get to have fun there, does that mean I can mess it up as much as I want?

Akira: Huh?! Um, it's not mine, so I'd prefer if you didn't go wild in it…

Mithra: Munch. You might as well go.

Owen: Hey. You just took some of my fruit.

Mithra: There's not enough meat and I'm hungry. That little playground wasn't too bad of a place, you know. There was a place that I thought you might enjoy too, maybe. I only saw it while I was riding on horseback through the sky, though…

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According to Mithra, he'd seen what sounded like a European-style house standing in a dark corner of the grounds. It sounded a whole lot like some kind of scary haunted house-like attraction.

Cain: Now that you mention it, I think I saw a place like that too when we were high enough up. I remember thinking that just that one part of the park looked creepy and weird…

Owen: Oh? And here I was thinking it'd be nothing but kid's toys all lined up together.

Akira: (That's the kind of thing Owen's interested in…?!) Um… If you want to go there, I'd be happy to take you there! I'm a little scared of things like that, but I can ask Shylock about it and get ready for it…

Owen: You don't need to do that. Hey, how do we go to this Game Hall?

Akira: Oh, um, write your name on the invitation and then recite your spell, and the door will open. I do have an invitation already prepared…

I presented the invitation, and with a flourish of magic, Owen pulled a pen out from thin air and smoothly wrote his name down on it.

Akira: Huh?

Cain: What, you want to go there right now?

Owen: Might as well.

Owen grinned broadly at me and Cain, both of us wide-eyed.

Owen: There's nothing I love more than people's faces twisted in fear, screams ripped from their throats. <Cure Memini>

The invitation began to flicker with light, and the door to the Game Hall began to open. The entire area was draped in mist.

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When the mist cleared up, we were standing in a place that looked a lot like an amusement park, with rides all around us.

Akira: We're really just here now… But I'm glad you accepted my invitation, Owen. Thank you so much. That outfit suits you wonderfully.

Owen: I guess this outfit isn't horrible or anything. Even if it did put itself on me without permission.

One aspect of the Flowerfall Game Hall's hospitality was giving the person invited into it an outit that suited them perfectly.

Owen: More importantly. We don't need anything from the fluffy, frilly place. Where's that haunted house?

Akira: Ah, hold on…!

Owen was on his broom before I knew it, and I was left chasing after him. Before long, however, we arrived at the house we'd been told about.

Owen: So this is it.

Just as we'd heard, this was the only part of the park that the sun didn't reach, shrouding it in a sinister, unearthly air. There were even strange animal cries from something just out of sight.

Akira: This feels really…real… This is the only part of all the fancy scenery that feels out of place…

Owen: Why are you just standing there? Didn't you say you were going to escort me? I'm looking forward it. Come on, let's go in already.

Akira: O-okay…!

Owen pushed me forward, a faint smile dancing on his lips, and I tamped down all my fears and opened the door. The inside of the manor was even darker than it was outside, and there was an unpleasant chill in the air. My eyes darted back and forth over things I couldn't quite see as I took a single, fearful step forward.

Akira: It's pretty dark… Owen, be sure to watch your feet… …Huh? I feel like I just stepped on something soft…

Owen: It's just a bunch of fabric. Maybe someone's scattered clothing?

Akira: Oh, you're right. But whose clothes are these…?

As those words were coming out of my mouth, something wrapped around my ankle.

Akira: ?!

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I started to panic and looked down--and immediately met the eyes of a face staring at me from within the fabric confines of the fallen clothing. Its eye sockets were sunken and hollow, and its bones rasped hollowly against one another as it opened it mouth.

Skull: Wel…come…

Akira: Waugh!!

Owen: Ahaha. Aren't you so happy? It's welcoming you. Come on, we're still standing in the door. Don't just stand there looking stupid, get yourself in already.

Akira: D-don't push on me like that…wahh, those paintings are laughing!

I was surrounded on all sides by frightening phenomena, but I still pressed forward, timidly though it was. There was a blood-red door laying in wait for us at the end of this dark and decrepit hallway. Even its very form, the curves of its handle, the carvings in the wood, was ominous. I was on edge. More on edge than I'd ever been before.

Akira: Ahh… There's definitely something lurking behind this…

Owen: Are you scared?

Owen tilted his head, watching me carefully. His mismatched eyes gleamed with a dark light, one that threatened to swallow me up.

Owen: I'm having a lot of fun right now, you know. If you say you hate it here, are we going to turn back?

Akira: …N-no…it's fine…

And then I heard a sound from above us--and when I looked up, something was falling from the ceiling.

Akira: …Watch out!

Owen: !

The second after I grabbed Owen's hand and pulled him out of the way, several skeletons swung down from above us, hanging suspended in the air.

Akira: …Huh? I thought they were going to hit us…

Owen: …Ahaha! You were the one who told me to watch out. Should someone as cowardly as you be saying the one saying that here? …But that's a lovely expression on you. Pale, desperate, and completely pathetic.

Owen's face drew close to mine, like a snake scenting its prey. His voice was as sweet and heavy as honey as he slowly, slowly reached his hand towards me.

Owen: Let me see that face as much as I want today, okay?

With a smile as seductive as an anglerfish's lure, Owen pushed the bloody door at my back open.

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Akira: Haah… Haah… We're finally out…

Owen: Oh, that was odd. What was that last scream? I haven't even heard anything like that from a crazed hen.

Akira: But, but, a severed head rolled down the stairs, and it startled me…!

Owen: You're such a wimp. If you get so scared by everything that comes at you like that, you'll need an extra heart for when your first one gives out. Oh, what a laugh. Just remembering it is getting to me.

I could see tears in the corners of his eyes. It felt like his laughter was more…open and genuine than it usually was. All his defenses were down.

Akira: (I don't think I've ever seen Owen laughing like this before.) (It was a heck of an adrenaline rush, but I'm glad I committed to doing this…)

It was pretty scary, but I was still happy to see Owen enjoying himself from the bottom of his heart. It made me want to say it to him one more time.

Akira: …Happy birthday, Owen. I hope this year is a wonderful one for you.

Owen: …

When Owen turned his gaze to me, something white started falling from the sky.

Akira: Ah…

Owen: What is this. Flower petals?

When the Flowerfall Game Hall had satisfied the heart of the person who'd been invited into it, the exit door would open, and this rain of flower petals was the cue. We were wrapped in a pale mist, our vision fading to white.

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Mithra: Oh, they're back.

Cain: Woah, they are! Welcome home, you two.

It took hearing Mithra's voice for me to realize we were back in the dining hall. Cain rushed over to us, looking worried.

Cain: I was starting to get worried you'd never come back. Um…did everything go okay?

Akira: Ahaha. It did, somehow…

Owen: Hm?

Owen tilted his head to one side and looked me over.

Owen: They didn't come back with us. And they suited you so well.

Akira: What do you mean by "them"…?

Owen: You had so many hands gripping onto you. On your shoulders and your arms. Hands of bone, and hands of flesh and blood.

Akira: …What?! Y-you're kidding, right…?!

I felt the blood drain from my face as I swatted at my arms and shoulders to make sure nothing was there, but Owen just grinned at me, looking as satisfied as he would stuffing an extra helping of dessert into his mouth.

Owen: Well now. Who knows?

Sub Story: The Whereabouts of the Stolen Meat

Akira: Oh, good evening, Owen. I see you're eating alone tonight.

Owen: What do you mean, "tonight".

Akira: When I came to give you the invitation to the Flowerfall Game Hall a while ago, you were eating with Mithra… I feel like I see the two of you together a lot.

Owen: That's just coincidence. That time he was only there because he was trying to steal the fruits off my fruit tart. So the next day I stole the meat he was going to have for dinner as payback and we almost killed each other about it. It's not like I'm ever around him because I want to be.

Akira: You two do tend to try to kill each other if you're around each other for too long…

Owen: Well, you know how it is. But about when we tore a hole in the roof, the twins suddenly popped out. They said whoever started it was the one in the wrong, so Mithra was the only one who got lectured about it. And he made that face he always does when he's like, "Hahh?" It was so funny.

Akira: Ahaha… That sounds like a very lively dinner. By the way, did you eat the meat that you stole, Owen? Although I honestly can't really picture you eating that kind of thing…

Owen: I would have, but the idea of eating something Mithra had been rubbing his grubby hands all over is disgusting. Who knows where he's been and what he's been touching. So I gave it to Sir Knight.

Akira: You gave it to Cain?

Owen: Yep. It's more like I forced it on him, actually. Like how you throw stuff into the trash? Like that. It's what he's there for. He gave me some sweets from a new shop in the capital as thanks. He acts all upright and proper about the weirdest things.

Akira: (He says that, but he looks pretty happy about it…) (Knowing he enjoyed himself at the Game Hall and that he had another good day right after makes me happy too, though.)

#.mhyktl #.cardtl #owen (mhyk)#first non cain card story tl and it's for one of my yume comrades [salutes]

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thoselethalarts · 1 month

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Happy Birthday Phobos! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Tomorrow (3/28) is Phobos’s birthday! In commemoration of said event, he’s getting his own fancy little birthday card and a matching SSR story in a set of three that will be releasing on the day of!

Be sure to save up your gems for this awesome catboy coming soon to a gatcha near you~

#ツイステッドワンダーランド #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #oc #original character #twst oc #birthday ssr #happy birthday #ignihyde #phobos banner #フォボス • バナー #soul draws

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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OMG fid you notice that Ortho and the dogs kind of look like the basenji or jackal which resembles Anubis’s head? It’s not Greek but Anubis is the ancient Egyptian god of funerary rites, protector of graves, and guide to the underworld. Love the details in every new look the boys get!

[Referencing this post!]

Yeah, I noticed the ear shape almost immediately!! It’s so cool how the design integrates the imagery of Cerberus from Greek mythology with Anubis from ancient Egyptian mythology. They’re both (broadly speaking) dogs that associated with the Underworld, just different interpretations in the finer details (Anubis guides the dead there, Cerberus protects the gateway, etc).

I really enjoy TWST’s design philosophy when it comes to clothing! It’s a very eclectic blend that borrows from many cultures and inspirations while also staying (relatively) practical. You wouldn’t think that Greek + ancient Egyptian cyberpunk battle armor would work, but it somehow does 😂

I hope the new gear provides some extra defense against lightning seeing as how Ortho didn’t take to it too well in episode 6… (and OB Malleus just might whip out lightning spells 💦) No beating up Ortho allowed!! 😤 Only Ortho beating others up allowed!!

Side note: there’s a theory floating around in the Japanese fandom that every character will get a SSR based on the new player titles granted for owning 10 cards of a particular character. For example, 10 Ortho cards gives you the title “Guardian of the Underworld”, which is what JP fans believe the doggo Ortho art is. After all, Cerberus is known to be the guardian to the Underworld!! (If you’re curious about what the other characters’ titles are, see this post!) I wonder if this (theoretical) new series would be based on the boys post-major character growth…? Or maybe it’s each of their “ideal” or “hero” selves from their dreams?

I don’t think there’s been an instance of static art that shows up in Tokyo train station ads that haven’t been new cards, but it would also be strange and a little unfair if Ortho was the only character to get a new SSR (because look at that fancy art; no way is it NOT a SSR). He was the first to ever get a main story-linked card, but a R is weak and common enough to just throw out as a freebie. If we think of this as series of SSRs with Ortho as the first in it… 👀 then mayhaps new looks for all 22 boys??? Maybe even leading into TWST’s second main story arc??

#once again Ortho gets the BEST drip 😤 no one else comes close #step down Vil; Ortho has you beat on all fronts as a fashion icon/j #Ortho Shroud #Malleus Draconia #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #twst theory #twisted wonderland theory #twst theories #twisted wonderland theories

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heartslabyul-edits · 2 years

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𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇 :: requested by anon

✦ heartslabyul :: ace trappola

✦ spoilers for :: ace's ghost marriage ssr story, as well as large spoilers for the events throughout the main story ( books 1 to 5 ).

“ NYAHAHA, ACE LOOKED SO SERIOUS ! ” the video ended, and grim cackled loudly, even though it was the sixth time that the projected video ( courtesy of ortho ) had been played on the wall.

“ shut up, grim ! ” ace is getting redder by the second, but no matter how much he wants the others to keep laughing at this single scene of him that ortho had just so happened to record, they wouldn't stop until they all had their laughs. seriously, these guys are so mean !

“ hmph, i would rate his performance a four point two out of ten. lilia-sama and the young master could do much better ! ” sebek crosses his arms proudly, once more bringing his fellow diasomnia students into the conversation.

“ pf- he was .. very passionate ... ” epel was one of the quietest among them, but he was clearly enjoying this ( as well as teasing ace ).

the ramshackle prefect was clearly reveling in ace's pain, too. ugh, what a bunch of rude asses, the lot of them !

once everyone had their fair share of laughs and teasing, it was finally time to return back to their respective dorms.

“ goodnight, everyone ! bye, prefect-san and grim-san ! ” ortho said cheerfully with a wave, before leaving with the rest of them. the prefect waved back lightly with a small smile, completely tired out from everything that had taken place earlier in the day. it was such a wild ride ... there really never is a peaceful week in night raven college.

they went back into ramshackle, putting grim to bed and sighing, recalling the wedding venue them and the first years had to clean up, since crowley had ever so kindly pushed clean-up duty onto them. the prefect sat in ramshackle's lounge room, staring into space while lost in their own thoughts.

a knock came from the door, and ace walked straight in without needing a response. he muttered something under his breath, eyes glancing towards the chairs and couches where everyone had gathered to sit and watch the video earlier as if he were looking for something. appearing to have spotted it, he casually strode in to pick up something from the other seat. “ ... yo. what you thinking about ? ” he said, waving a hand in front of the prefect's face.

startled and suddenly brought back into reality, they blinked a few times before processing the question. “ oh, i was just thinking about how the wedding today isn't all that different from the ones held in my world. well, minus all the additional drama, like the dragging-an-innocent-student-into-a-marriage and freezing-anyone-who-intervenes part, but the decorations and stuff are pretty much the same. is it like that here only, or do they hold it differently in, say, pyroxene ? ” they asked.

before they knew it, the two of them had spiralled into a deep conversation that lasted far longer than either had noticed. after some laughs and all that new information about twisted wonderland's marriage customs dumped onto the prefect, ace checked his watch. his eyes widened instantly. “ SHOOT ! HOUSEWARDEN'S GONNA KILL ME ! GOTTA GO. ” and with that, he ran straight out of ramshackle. watching him disappear into the distance, still in his fancy suit and tie, the prefect couldn't help but chuckle to themselves. they've come such a long way from where they had started. they still remember the first time they met ace.

“ what, ya don't know the queen of hearts ? ”

that same cheeky glint in his eyes with a grin that spelled nothing but trouble. the stubbornness and strong will, not being afraid to speak his mind and mercilessly call out the feared tyrant of heartslabyul, and fighting his overblot afterwards. the way he effortlessly distracted the guards at the atlantica memorial museum, and how everyone had performed at the vdc despite being completely worn out and tired due to fighting vil's overblot just moments prior.

the prefect found themselves enamoured by his unique charm and wit. they realised that they wanted to spend more time around him, and that his light teasing or occasional flirts would make them flustered.

the ramshackle prefect didn't exactly know what it is that they were feeling towards the ginger, but they had the slightest feeling that it was a slowly blooming love ...

“ then it hit me. love is just a pain ! ”

ace's words from earlier suddenly rang through their head like a cruel reminder.

“ i need to study more seriously before thinking about love. ”

he wasn't interested in the poor magicless student from another world. not in the way they wished, at least. hell, ace wasn't even looking for love, for that matter.

plus, they know that they would eventually have to return to their own world once this is all over. return home. this place was not their home. twisted wonderland was not where they belonged, and that much was obvious.

they cannot afford to get attached to people here. it will only result in hurt and heartbreak. unlike the ghosts in this twisted magical world, the prefect will not have the chance to spend eternity with the one they treasure.

✦ cay-cay's notes :: first writing request for this blog is completeee, i hope you like it ! definitely not proofread. sorry about the ending, its really bad and i apologise if it appears rushed, i just didn't know how to wrap up the story and it's like 4 am right now and i gotta get some sleep 😭

#── · · 🔸 mod cater !#🃄 ᨓ 𝐈𝐈 . accepted !#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola #twst ace #ace trappola x reader

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