#obert

[harunayuuka2060]

Principal Ambrose: I've heard you've caused an explosion in your History class.

Principal Ambrose: By trying to complete an unfinished experiment from the Science lab.

MC: I was trying to submit it before the deadline, sir.

Principal Ambrose: Ohoho! You don't care about deadlines, my child.

Principal Ambrose: You did it on purpose.

Principal Ambrose: Anyway, your goal was to startle the students and nobody was harmed.

MC: But I'm still in trouble.

Principal Ambrose: Not exactly. I've just happened to notice that you were not willing to socialize with other Royal Swords, so I'm thinking...

Principal Ambrose: Why don't I pair you with our senior students?

MC: Excuse me?

Principal Ambrose: They're tall, handsome, and kind gentlemen. I'm sure you're going to enjoy their company.

MC: ...

Khalil: *a cousin of Kalim, almost looks like him but with blue eyes and longer hair*

Obert: *a distant descendant of Princess Odette and Prince Derek* *has cute freckles*

Beau: *is based of Princess Belle* *holding a very thick book* *adjusts his glasses*

Beau: Principal Ambrose told us about your situation.

Obert: Yes. If I'm not mistaken, he described you as "one, spoiled brat".

Khalil: Don't be ridiculous, Obert. That's not what the principal's words are.

Khalil: He said that they're "a neglected child who needs loving and caring environment*

MC: ...

Beau: *looking disappointedly at his roommates*

Beau: You're from Night Raven College, aren't you?

MC: Yes.

Beau: I'll give you a pass. You can throw a punch or two on both of their faces.

Beau: Here's a seat so you can reach them.

Khalil: B-Beau! That's so mean!

Obert: H-Hey! Don't listen to him!

MC: *already cracking their knuckles*

Malleus: Is there no call from the child of man?

Ace: Unfortunately, no.

Crowley: *Malleus turned him into a crow* Draconia-kun, the Prefect is doing well in Royal Sword Academy.

Crowley: Why don't you fix our dear school and change me back to normal?

Malleus: No child of man, no Night Raven.

Crowley: You're being unfair! Why are you doing this just for a single student who isn't even from Twisted Wonderland?!

Ace: Because Prefect is the only human who treated him right?

Crowley: ...

Crowley: Well, if you really love them so much? Why don't you follow them to Royal Sword Academy?!

Ace: H-Headmage?! Are you crazy?!

Malleus: ...

Malleus: If I transfer to Royal Sword Academy, you'll be a bird...

Malleus: Forever.

Crowley: ...

Crowley: Alright. Please don't transfer.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst ambrose #twst crowley #twst ace #twst malleus #twst khalil #twst obert #twst beau #MC in Royal Sword Academy

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

#leven thumps and the gateway to foo #obert skye #fantasy #young adult #book poll #have you read this book poll #polls

[idliketochill]

Happy Easter and April Fools

#fate go #fate grand order #fgo #fujimaru ritsuka #gudao #fgo asclepius #asclepius #rabbit hole #deco*27 #I am. going to bed. #but I gotta draw obert sooner or later #I get to draw him with a crumb of ass #as a treat

[grennseyelashes]

I just don't think a story that begins with the mysterious disappearance and later death of a girl, and that repeatedly asks us "What is the life of one boy against a kingdom?" and answers "Everything." would end by answering "What is Lyanna's death against Azor Ahai reborn?" with "Ehh... sad, but true".

I think the many hints to the reader in the text about Lyanna being Jon's mother (that fly in the face of all in-universe evidence!) are an exercise in complicity, to draw readers in and ultimately show them just how easy it is to believe in fairytales like the characters do, and to show the cost of doing so in a way that truly hurts, and makes us think harder about these things. Prophecy has power in ASOIAF, both indirectly because the characters make them come true through mundane acts, and also because there seems to be a magical mechanism that sometimes brings them to fruition in unexpected ways, but this "magic is sort of real" concept is not applicable to reality, and so really isn't very deep– it's just not really worth writing about!

What is applicable to reality is that a sword you get by tempering it in Nissa Nissa's heart is not worth having.

#lyanna stark #nissa nissa #asoiaf meta #r+l=j #<-nope! #r(obert)+l at harrenhal when he found her isolated getting changed out of her kotlt clothes = back alley woods witch late term abortion #which is unfortunately sometimes a very slow way to die. #there. solved the timeline for ya. youre welcome 🫡

[knife-em0ji]

I truly have no hate in my heart for people who ship obikin but I will go on record to say that I think people who insist they want to fuck each other are not only probably wrong, but even worse, boring. Romantic obikin is probably the most pedestrian and obvious read of their relationship, whereas imo the fact that they’re so obsessed with each other and love and hate each other so deeply in equal measure but very much DO NOT want to fuck adds so much more insanity-inducing juice to it. It’s like. You’re my dad but you cringe from the title. I don’t feel like your son. Are you my best friend? We don’t trust each other enough for that. Did I have a weird psychosexual fixation on you as a kid? Maybe, but that’s over now, I’ve always been in love with somebody else. Are we brothers? No, not really, but that might be the closest word to we have. Are you my enemy? More often than not. Are we soulmates? Yes, absolutely.

Like, you can do whatever you want forever, I’m not going to stop you. I’m a diehard proponent of letting your favorite fictional guys fuck nasty. But the sheer ambiguity of their relationship despite how all-consuming it is, is what makes obikin compelling to ME !!!

#just my onion! #Star Wars #and like. it’s not even that the master-student angle gives me the ick I’d be a dirty hypocrite if that bothered me #since I want to see obert and qui gon do the horizontal tango SO BAD #like THATS a psychosexual can of worms that a boy can really get into #but anywho. #big opinions for a Monday morning!

[softsnzstuff]

For those that are interested, within the first minute of this presentation, RDJ mentions having a headcold and then dramatically sniffles.

#r/d/j #r/obert d/owney jr #c/illian m/urphy #snzblr #Youtube

[asimfamilystory]

Obedience's birthday comes around, although she doesn't find as much enjoyment with it as her siblings do. Obedience traits are Loner, Couch Potato and Friendly. She isn't quite as excited for school as her other siblings had been.

Once more Oba find's himself trying to finish his homework during breakfast, Don helping between bites and Obama watching.

Obert's birthday comes around as well, Don loves all of his children but there is a strong connection between Obert and Don and the founder of gen 1 has found his heir, his youngest son had a promise of carrying on the family lineage.

Obert has aged up into a toddler, (wearing a design by @simlicious ) and has the traits of Insane and Genius. Obert is the gen 2 heir for the Weglein family. A handsome young boy who will be continuing the family legacy once he is an adult. For now he has a lot to learn as a toddler, has his future is already decided just how he gets there is up to fate. Perhaps he will be a blessing to his family or bring chaos, we shall see!

Don and Obert immediately begin working on learning to talk.

After spending time learning to talk, taking a break for food and potty training, Obert begins to play with the block puzzle. The youngest Weglein child is now beginning to explore his world and begin to understand it, much like his siblings before him and looking quite cute while doing it!

#sims 3 story #sims 3 screenshots #sims 3 gameplay #sims 3 simblr #sims 3 family #sims 3 blog #sims 3 #Don Weglein #Obedience Weglein #Oba Welgein #Obama Weglein #Obert Weglein #the heir has been chosen!

[sleptwithinthesun]

quick disclaimer before i get into the fic, if you'll bear with me. i have tourette's syndrome, and was diagnosed about a year and a half ago. i've had TS since before i was fifteen, and now have over six years of experience with it. it is a normal and daily aspect of my life. this fic and possible subsequent ones, depending on the reception it gets, are not meant to be representative of every person's experience with TS. it is based on mine because that is what i can attest to. if you have any questions at all, i'm very open to talking about it, and you can absolutely send an ask :)

now that that's over...

3.3K of r/obert c/hase with tourette's syndrome from h/ouse m/d (yes, people with TS can be surgeons). set in season one before vogler arrives because chase is also less of a dick then. no snz yet, just because i want to introduce the condition first. i really hope that you enjoy because i'm super excited to post this :D

It hurts not to tic.

Chase hates to admit it, but it really does. He's tried explaining the premonitory urge to people in the past, likening the feeling to a building sense of pressure, and usually sudden enough for him that it's almost like a shock. Not awful, but enough to make you flinch at the sensation. If he doesn't tic, the feeling just builds and builds until it hurts, and he has no option but to let them out.

On some days, though, it's not quite that mild.

Today, for instance, he feels like someone's put a live wire underneath his skin, like electricity is beginning to spark through his body, like he's out of his damn mind because for some reason, the feeling of wrongness in his neck and shoulders won't go away until his neck jerks to the side and his shoulders tense upwards and lock in place, hard enough that he's shaking, for a good ten seconds. His breath forces itself out in choppy exhales through his nose, getting progressively shallower as more time passes without an inhale. Chase is more than aware, even with his eyes squeezed shut, that House is side-eyeing him while scrawling out the list of their patient's symptoms, and that Cameron, seated behind him, is going to pull him aside for a few moments once they're done here. He's done this song and dance so many times, and it's exhausting.

House finally puts the marker down just as Chase's shoulders drop and he does his best to inhale quietly, his head jerking over to the right a few times as House gives him a look that Chase knows means keep it together. Then, he limps a step back to stare at the list of symptoms along with the rest of them. Fever, swollen lymph nodes, migraines, sore throat, seizure.

"It's way too general," Foreman says, breaking the silence.

"How do you explain the seizure?" Cameron challenges.

Chase juts his chin forward twice in another tic. Foreman shrugs. "Her fever got too high. Febrile seizure."

"It's something else," House says, without detracting his gaze from the board in front of them. He's tapping the marker against his arm. "Try again."

Cameron sighs. "I mean, it could just be a case of encephalitis. Explains the flu-like symptoms and the seizure."

House shakes his head again, finally turning to look back at them. "She'd be more disoriented, first off, and her friends haven't reported any personality changes." His gaze slides to Chase, and he frowns. "You've been awfully quiet. Any ideas?"

"She's immunocompromised," Chase states, and his head jerks again when House nods exaggeratedly, obviously unimpressed. He blinks, hard. “And, uh, she's what? Twenty? Twenty-one?"

"Twenty-three," Cameron provides.

He gives her a short nod of gratitude. "It could be mononucleosis. Foreman's probably right about the seizure, given her condition, but that only takes one symptom off the list. The rest points to anything similar to the flu, and, well, there's a hundred diseases that could be. Do we know if she's dating?"

"Boyfriend. He's out of town, though; her friend who brought her in said so," says Foreman.

Chase nods again. "We can put her through a CT scan, see if either her liver or spleen are swollen."

"It's a start," House murmurs, then nods, standing. "Alright. I'll put in the order; you three start treating her. I've got clinic duty." With that, he swings his cane around in front of him and limps off through the hospital hallways.

The second he's finally out of earshot, Chase lets out a loud hum, two-tone, high to low. The tic repeats a few times, all the worse for trying to suppress it, before it calms down and his shoulders tense for only a brief moment. When he looks back up at Cameron and Foreman, they're both wearing identical looks of veiled concern.

"I'm fine," he reassures, and it's immediately offset by yet another jerk of his head and a firm set of blinks. "Really. I'm okay."

"Are you sure about that?" Foreman asks, raising an eyebrow with heavy skepticism. "This is the most I've seen you tic in the four weeks I've been here."

Chase rolls his eyes, jutting his chin forward. "Yeah, and?" 

"Is this going to affect your ability to do your job?"

"Foreman, hey—" Cameron starts to warn. 

Chase's head whips in his direction, half a tic and half out of anger. "Excuse me?"

Foreman meets him with a cool gaze, unflinching. "Your job, Chase. Are you still capable of—"

"I heard you perfectly fine the first time," Chase growls, low and irate. His shoulders tic sharply up to his ears, and he willfully ignores the pointed look Foreman gives. "I've been here longer than you have. Believe me, if I was incapable, I wouldn't even be a passing thought in your mind."

"Then why are you so afraid to tic in front of House?" he demands. 

"I'm sorry, would you be eager to twitch around like an imbecile?" Chase snaps. His elbow jerks backward; the rising tension's making his tics worse, triggering the bigger, more complex ones. "I'm sure you're just so damn excited to watch me have a tic attack."

"Everything I know about Tourette's says that you're not supposed to suppress your tics."

"Oh, yeah, just lecture me about my own disorder, why don't you."

"I'm the neurologist here!"

"And I'm the one who's had Tourette's for the past twelve years." Chase glares at Foreman, valiantly ignoring the way his neck jerks sharply to the side once again. At least, until it doesn't stop. 

Cameron's hands press down on his shoulders, guiding him into a chair as his head snaps to the right over and over and over again. "Chase," she says quietly. She's done this a few times before; Chase prefers to ride it out alone, but sometimes, a grounding presence becomes necessary and Cameron's never had any qualms about it.

"I-I-I'm f-fine," he manages, eyes squeezed shut, voice stuttering with every sharp twist of his neck. "Gi-ive it a minute."

Both Foreman and Cameron are quiet aside from the shuffling and gathering of papers while he rides out the loop, jerking his head violently enough at one point that his neck cracks. It's immediately followed by the heel of his palm coming up to press against the bottom of his chin, forcing him to look up at the ceiling for a long handful of seconds until his hand drops back to his side.

"I tic in front of House," Chase murmurs, once the irrepressible urge to tic finally dissipates. "But I'm not going to interrupt him with a vocal tic if I can hold it back until he's done talking. Our jobs are the one thing standing between our patients and death. What we do every day, that matters. My Tourette's cannot get in the way of that."

Before Foreman can say anything else, a nurse throws the door open. "Your patient's just had a seizure," he says, face grim. "Grand mal."

Cameron sighs, gathering her supplies together, changing topics easily. "Let's rule out mono, then."

-

He makes it to just past two in the afternoon before the exhaustion actually slams into him. Foreman's statement earlier was true; while he's not having a bad tic day, per se, he can still admit it when they're worse than usual. He can't even make it through a full minute without ticcing in some regard, whether they're motor or vocal, and frankly, it's tiring to jerk his limbs around for the entire day. His neck is sore, his shoulders ache, and his eyes hurt from the amount of pressure his blinking tics puts on them, not to mention the constant buzz in his throat that threatens to interrupt him if he talks. 

More than anything, Chase just wants to go home and sleep.

He glances up from the centrifuge when Cameron walks in with yet another blood sample in hand, aiming for the microscope. The door shuts quietly behind her, and she waits until she's pressed a drop of blood in between two slides to say, "Hey."

"Hello," Chase replies, and carefully opens the centrifuge after the light turns green. He pulls the first of the vials with their patient's blood sample out of the chamber, then examines it with a critical eye.

"You find anything?"

He sighs, head jerking before he places it back down in the rack on the table. "Both her plasma and her blood cell level seem normal. What're you checking for, antibodies?"

"Yep," Cameron says, unconsciously popping the 'p'. Chase mimics it as a phonic tic, shoulders hunching forward just as Cameron looks back to him, sympathy on her face. "It hasn't calmed down at all?" she asks, brows furrowed.

"No, it has, just, you know," he says, shrugging, "echopraxia. I think." He makes a face; phonic tics aren't technically motor or vocal, and Chase's mimicry doesn't exactly categorize into either being echopraxia or echolalila.

"Have you been able to talk with Foreman about it?"

"I don't plan on it."

Cameron stares at him. "What do you mean?"

"I don't want to talk to him about it. It's simple," he says, taking out another vial. Same result; both the plasma and blood cell levels appear completely normal.

"You kind of have to talk to him about it, though," she says, ever the pragmatist, "if he's going to continue to bother you about your ability to do your job. You've spoken to him about it once before, right? Surely, it's not that hard to do it again?"

Chase glances up at her. "House was the one to tell him I have Tourette's. I didn't have that discussion with him."

The heavy sigh Cameron gives is audible, even from Chase's position all the way across the room. "Chase," she says, disappointment lacing her tone.

"What?"

"You have to talk to him, or else he's going to keep questioning you."

Then, it's Chase's turn to sigh. "Cameron, do you want to know just how many times I've dealt with people who've doubted my ability to perform as a doctor?"

"...Not really."

"Exactly. What I'm saying is, people like Foreman? He's not going to believe me if I just tell him I can do my job. Today, and every day onward, I have to actually do my job and do it just as well as he does, if not even better," Chase says. "That's just how it is."

Cameron frowns. "That's not fair to you."

"Well, most things rarely are." The first shrug he gives is on purpose, and the second, more violent, is a tic. "I'm used to it. People like to focus on the one reason they consider me incompetent rather than the many reasons that I'm not. It’s just a fact of life. Nearly everyone I've ever learned, trained, or worked alongside has doubted me in some capacity. I've learned not to take it personally."

The expression on Cameron's face is indecipherable. Chase doesn't bother trying, though, just disposes of the samples and walks out of the lab. They have bigger and more important things to deal with than Foreman's issues with him.

"Chase, wait!" Cameron's shout makes him tic, an elbow jerking back and narrowly missing a passing nurse, who glares at him. He tries to give an apologetic smile, but the nurse just scoffs and keeps walking, clipboard tucked under their arm. His opposite shoulder jerks inward twice as they walk away, and he sighs before turning back to Cameron, who's just now caught up to him.

"You didn't leave that blood sample in the rack uncovered, did you?" he asks. "If so, that's a violation of the sanitary codes."

She ignores him. "Have you ever thought of the fact that people might stop doubting you if you actually talked to them?"

"Did you listen to a single word I just said? Evidently not; you're j-ust like the rest of them."

"Chase."

"Cameron."

"Just talk to Foreman," she says. "It doesn’t have to be a lot, but just talk to him. At the very least, give him a chance."

"Why should I?"

"You said it yourself, House was the one to tell him about your Tourette's," Cameron points out. At Chase's raised eyebrow, she rolls her eyes. "What? I listen. The point is, Foreman hasn't heard anything directly from you, and knowing House, the only thing he said to him was 'one of your new coworkers has Tourette's Syndrome' and nothing else."

"How do you know that?"

"What do you think he told me?"

Cameron's wry smile gives him pause. "Was that all he said to you?"

"Yep." She doesn't pop the 'p' this time.

"Did you press him for more details?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It seemed like an invasion of privacy."

"Nobody doesn't want to ask questions."

"Of course not," Cameron agrees. "I had questions. I just waited to ask them until the situation was appropriate. I really didn't want your first impression of me to be the asshole who asked if you curse all the time."

"Yeah. I appreciated that."

"You're welcome. Still, Chase, I've asked you plenty of questions since I started working here, and I'd like to think that you're the most open with your tics around me. Or... Wilson, maybe, but from our team? You do trust me more than House, right?"

He thinks for a moment. It's true; Cameron is the one who knows how to properly deal with his tics if they're overwhelming him, despite the fact that he's worked with House longer. The elder doctor doesn't acknowledge them much, just makes jabs occasionally or takes offense on Chase's behalf. Which, on one hand, doesn't make them worse, but on the other, always makes Chase feel just a bit more awkward when interacting with him. Cameron doesn't ever go far enough as to respond to his vocal tics the way Wilson does, but she'll ask if he's okay after a particularly violent motor tic or give him a few extra moments to gather himself in conversation.

Chase has to admit it. "Yes."

"Trust me on this, then. You can clear a lot of things up if you just talk to him," she says, then starts to walk away. Halfway to the lab, she pauses, and turns back toward him. "Chase?"

"Yes?"

"In the five minutes we've been taking, how many times did you tic?"

"I don't know," he says, dubious. "Five, six, maybe?"

She smiles. "They've calmed down a bit, at least."

It's the little moments like that one that really get him to appreciate Cameron. Of course, he immediately ruins it by ticcing and smacking the bottom of his chin with the heel of his palm, but he'll take the small victories. Five minutes of minimal ticcing is better than none.

-

"Toxoplasmosis?"

"It fits. And better than anything else we've come up with."

"But toxoplasmosis?" Foreman repeats, incredulous. "Are you sure?"

"He's right," House says, limping over to the board. "Toxoplasmosis covers every symptom displayed." He erases their previous diagnosis, then scrawls out TOXOPLASMOSIS at the top before nodding at Chase to continue.

"She's immunocompromised," Chase explains as his left elbow jerks idly backward. "It's very possible that she's one of the few cases that actually presents with symptoms. Especially considering how perfectly said symptoms fit her illness."

Foreman nods. "Alright."

"Give her a combination of pyrimethamine and sulfadiazine, along with leucovorin," House instructs. "If that doesn't work, and it should, switch her over to sulfamethoxazole-trimethoprim but keep the leucovorin. Cameron, go tell her friend that she's going to be fine."

"On it," Cameron says, heading out of the room. As she does, she locks eyes with Chase and cants her head toward Foreman, then pushes the door open and leaves.

Foreman looks over to him, brows furrowed. "What was that about?"

Chase sighs. "I'll explain after we treat the patient."

"Alright," Foreman says, obvious in his suspicion.

Nevertheless, he leads the way over to the pharmacy, gives half of the medication to Chase, and then follows the younger up to their patient's room. "Kayla, how're you doing?"

The woman smiles tiredly up at him. Her red hair is splayed out wide across the pillow, her hands resting on top of the blanket on her lap. "I'm okay," she says, propping herself up on her right elbow. "My head still hurts, though. Could you maybe give me something for that?"

"Even better," Chase says, holding up his vial of leucovorin for Kayla to see. "We've got your treatment." His opposite shoulder tenses up only slightly, not enough for Foreman to notice. Kayla, however, does, judging by the sudden crease in her brow. She doesn't press, thankfully, and Chase's face screws up in a momentary grimace before he moves over to the drawer to pull out a drip.

It's not like their patients haven't known about it before. Hell, Chase nearly had a tic attack in a patient's room after they kept purposefully triggering his tics, despite the instructions not to and House's increasingly angry glares whenever they did so. Needless to say, Cuddy hadn't protested when House requested to transfer them to another doctor when the guy just wouldn't stop.

They set her up on the drips and give her a shot of morphine for the residual pain, and leave with the promise to check up on her in a couple of hours, as well as a probably release tomorrow, once they get the medication in pill form.

And then, Foreman drags him out of the room and into the hallway, asking, "So, that exchange with Cameron?" as they walk back toward their room.

Chase sighs, nodding. He opens his mouth to speak, and—

—nothing.

Awkward, uncomfortable silence lies stagnant between them, and Foreman only stares at Chase as he tries to gather his thoughts enough to actually say what he needs to say, doing his best not to tic and ruin the seriousness of the moment.

"We need to talk," he eventually blurts. "About my Tourette's."

Foreman sighs. "Look, Chase, I'm sorry if anything that I said earlier upset you—"

"I should have phrased that differently," he interrupts. "I need to talk. You need to listen to me, even if only for a moment." Chase, determined, sets his jaw and meets Foreman's surprised gaze.

"Okay," he concedes, shockingly easily.

Chase nods, once, sharp and curt. "You don't get to lecture me about my disorder," he starts. "You just don't. I honestly don't give a damn that you're a neurologist; my Tourette's is not something you're entitled to comment on just because it's come up in your studies. You have to earn that privilege.

"I get that you're new. I get that sometimes, it's hard to believe me what I say that I am more than capable of doing by job, but you need to believe me when I say I know my limits. I am not going to do something just to prove a point, just to say that a person with Tourette's can do it. If it is unsafe for me to do something, I will ask someone else to do it. Cameron and House can both attest to that.

"If you trust me, then I will trust you back, and I will go to you in case I need a moment or someone to fill in for me. If not, then we might waste valuable time while I find someone else who I am comfortable enough with to speak to. Alright?"

Foreman stares at him, eyes wide, incredulous. Maybe it's because Chase has never been so candid on the matter, or maybe because this was not the conversation he was expecting to have. Regardless, he nods, almost dumbfounded.

"Good. I'm glad that's clear," Chase says, then walks off, white coat swishing behind him. He hums, the same tic as earlier in the day, and smiles faintly to himself.

#h/ouse m/d whumpfic #whumpfic #h/ouse m/d #r/obert c/hase #a/llison c/ameron #e/ric f/oreman #g/regory h/ouse #t/ourette's au #swts fic

[postcard-from-the-past]

View of Obertal, Baden-Württemberg, Germany

German vintage postcard

#baden-württemberg #postkaart #obertal #view #carte postale #briefkaart #wrttemberg #old #sepia #baden #postkarte #vintage #postal #germany #photography #ephemera #postcard #tarjeta #photo #ansichtskarte #historic #german

[strebcrarchivess]

What did Streber's old VA do? Didn't they also voice Ena at one point?

The TLDR is Streber and Robert's old VA was outed as an abusive peice of human garbage! Yes, he was also the original VA for Ena unfortunately.

#Anonymous #Please read the doc with caution #All and all I'm gald that peice of shit is gone #I'm looking forward to hearing Corey's voices for both S/treber and R/obert

[thedeadthree]

GUESS MY TYPE!

ISENGRIM FAOILTIARNA (the witcher) // DETTLAFF VAN DER ERETEIN (tw3 blood and wine) // GORO TAKEMURA (cp2077) // LEVI ACKERMAN (aot) // MARC SPECTOR (m*cu/comics) // ADRIAN CHASE (peacemaker) // VINCENT LAW (ergo proxy) // BRUCE WAYNE (dceu/comics/games) // LETTOW KAMINSKY (vtm night road)

my beloveds @risingsh0t, @multiverse-of-themind, @leviiackrman, @jackiesarch, @marivenah and @dihardys to post nine of my favorite characters and have you all guess my type! ty so much!

tagging: @anotherbeingsworld, @chuckhansen, @queennymeria, @florbelles, @blackreaches, @saintsilver, @rosebarsoap, @nokstella, @confidentandgood, @shellibisshe, @aceghosts, @belorage, @lavinet, @amistrio, @swordcoasts, @trvelyans, @shadowglens, @yennas, @loriane-elmuerto, @arklay, @celticwoman, @cobb-vanthss, @flyntz and you!

#only if you want to of course! 🌿💚 #leg.abt #leg.tagged #TY MY DEARS 💞🥺 #revealing leg to be the buffoon they are ✨🥴 love that for her! #not pictured but ricardo ortega / neil from t*enet / arthur jenkins / dmitri antonov / dracula #ill give u all a free one.. any character played by r*obert or o*scar ✨😵‍💫 #it was a CHALLENGE to choose snnsjxj.. but i do sense a pattern here indeed ✨🥴 #IF YOU HAVE WATCHED ERGO HOW DO U LIKE UR COOKIES 💞🥺 v*incent law my most beloved #who was surprised that marc / bruce / and goro we’re going to show up here.. ✨🥴 not me! #isengrim i (and lhysa) are free thursday night.. dettlaff my everything etc etc and oh my GOD i miss night road #macy u are right on the money in urs with ‘has never trusted a blonde man’ bc.. so true bestie anjzjx

[harunayuuka2060]

*Three months have passed*

Malleus: *got scolded by his grandma so he had to fix back the whole NRC* *though he refuses to change Crowley back*

Malleus: *is on a phone call with MC* How are you, child of man?

MC: I'm doing fine. *mutters* Thank heavens the Royal Swords had stopped chasing me.

MC: How about you, Hornton?

Malleus: I'm not doing well. *sad tone*

MC: Oh. Yeah. I figured. Anyway, thanks for punishing Crowley for me. *chuckles* I feel great knowing that he's still a bird.

Malleus: *smiles* Say the word and I will even put him on a grill.

MC and Malleus: *laughs*

Malleus: Oh. First things first. There's going to be an event next month. I believe it's another Song and Dance Competition. Will you be participating?

MC: Unfortunately, yeah. I'll be performing.

Malleus: *excited chuckle*

MC: Noooooo... Don't tell me you're looking forward to it?

Malleus: Yes. Indeed I am. I'll tell Schoenheit to ensure that you'll do your best.

MC: Are you doing this to me because I'm a Royal Sword now?

Malleus: Of course not. I miss you and I want to see you shine on stage.

MC: Right, right. I'll do my best. Okay? But seriously, don't expect too much.

MC: Thanks for lending me your phone, Beau.

Beau: Oh. It's alright. You can have it.

MC: Huh? Are you sure?

Beau: Yes. It's better if you have an extra phone.

Obert: What do you mean "extra"? Have you seen their phone? It's junk.

Khalil: It's antique. *chuckles*

MC: ...

Beau: I know how disappointed you are with their behavior. But you will learn to accept them.

Beau: *leans in to whisper* It honestly took me two years to tolerate them. *chuckles*

Khalil: What are you telling them, Beau?

Obert: He's trying to be the best big brother. I can see through you, Beau.

Beau: I don't think so.

Khalil: Anyway, have we already arrived to an agreement on what we will be performing for the Song and Dance Competition?

Obert: I believe bratty is calling the shots on this one.

MC: I'm fine with anything. Except children's song.

Khalil: You shouldn't worry about that. Neige is not joining this time.

Obert: Yeah. He has this "innocent" image so that's a given to him. But with us?

Obert and Khalil: *goes on model mode*

Beau: ...

MC: ...Trash?

Beau: *cracks up*

Obert: "Sexy"! The heck!

Khalil: You're so mean, MC. *sad pout*

Ace: Why are we practicing again?

Kalim: It's for the SDC!

Epel: Vil, it's fine that I don't join this time. Right?

Vil: Yes.

Ace: Okay. So why am I being forced to join?

Vil: You'll be up against the Prefect.

Deuce: Huh? Prefect is going to perform?

Vil: Yes. Malleus told me himself.

Vil: So Ace, Deuce, and Kalim, you should practice until you sing and dance perfectly for the upcoming competition.

Ace and Deuce: *sigh*

Kalim: Yes!

Grim: And I'll be your manager this time!

Ace and Deuce: No need!

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst malleus #twst vil #twst ace #twst deuce #twst kalim #twst grim #twst obert #twst beau #twst khalil #MC in Royal Sword Academy

[bookcoversonly]

Title: Wizard for Hire | Author: Obert Skye | Publisher: Shadow Mountain (2018)

#books #Wizard for Hire #Obert Skye

[astral-catastrophe]

Anyway if anyone would like to direct me to the cheapest place to order boxed sets of books that would be wonderful-

#Specifically #i need the Heroes of Olympus. And Leven Thumps. And really just anything Obert Skye #Funny story. Met Obert Skye when I was like. Eleven or twelve. And my guy best friend and I were obsessed with his books #So we were excited to meet him. And we actually had a cool conversation with the guy #But back to books. Would also like some of the Star Wars novels #And to complete my Percy Jackson book collection. And all the Shadow Hunter books. #And more Brandon Sanderson’s series so I can finally finish the mistborn ones. #And The Wheel of Time! Those were my grandfathers favorites and even though he would have preferred I get them to read #Than them sitting on my aunt’s shelves untouched forever. I’m bitter that I didn’t get them. He said he wanted me to read them #jays being dumb again

[asswiper]

as a kid leven thumps was such a spark in my imagination i cant believe more people dont talk about it

#obert skye HARDCORE kept the vibe alive saying foo was real and he was 100% serious #i talk in past tense bc i dont know what hes up to nowadays #i had the hardcover books with the embossed book cover i would run my hands across it all the time

[americiumam]

i don’t think ive like ever drawn someone with light hair and blue eyes until now

#shout out to obert wobert kenobert #95