#twistedxspinachpuffs

[piquuse]

We few, we spelldriven few.

Of the 810 rules sanctioned by the Queen of Hearts, Deuce had honestly thought that one of them would have mentioned something about how the croquet field was only to be used for croquet games; luckily, it seemed to only apply during Unbirthday Party festivities. With the rising fuss over prepping for the school’s spelldrive season however, timeslots for private use on the school’s practice fields were filling up fast. And even though Trey had been able to snag a couple of hours for the entire dorm’s use, their booking was still about a week out; until then, individual training was encouraged until they could start ironing out their line up on the field.

With the various sets of fresh gear (extra disks, field cone markers—Kalen must have gone all out, those strap-on weights must not have been cheap), the idea of a simple small practice seemed to fly straight out the window. Gripping his broom, Deuce stares at the small treasure trove of miscellaneous spelldrive gear with mild confusion lacing his words.

          ”I thought we were just doing formation flying practice today?” Or at least, that’s what he had thought they were doing. In truth, he just remembers being shaken by the shoulders until he was dizzy when he had asked Kalen if he would help him practice as his senior. He was seeing floating Grim’s on strawberry tarts for a bit after that. “Huh, I didn’t realize how much stuff you needed for that.”

ready to become the wind, @twistedxspinachpuffs , @vorpalswxrd ?

#twistedxspinachpuffs #vorpalswxrd #` queen of hearts. (riddle) #` kronk's new groove. (kalen) #` we spelldriven few. (thread) #` bite down. (tracker) #said ironically in riddle's case #probably

[troisfleur]

(jingles miserably)

playing fae court jester with @twistedxspinachpuffs // continued from here. ♣️

KALEN ROCA HAS HIS USES. Delicate diplomacy is not one of them.

Trey sets that aside, mounting exasperation de damned, and focuses on the fairy’s movements as he lets his gaze track between Kalen’s concentrated expression and the clear disdain they’re earning the longer their companion has to hover. He takes one step back—polite, and also wary of a potential attack, just to prove a point—and clears his throat in turn. The look he gives Kalen is subtle, but pointed: best to calm down and stop provoking them further.

A night off-duty was never in the cards. Ah well. Truth be told, he’d never taken the vice housewarden hat off—

Trey clears his throat, nodding as though he understood the fire fairy’s plight in full. “Seems like it’s been a busy day. We didn’t mean to add to the headache.”

The erratic movements are hard to track, although they paint enough of a picture to tell him the facts. No one guarding the altar tonight is in a good mood, and the one with no reservations on setting the other two on fire had a worse start to it than missing dinner.

The fairy, for their part, doesn’t move from a scowl, but at least looks marginally less interested in serving students flambé. One circle around the both of their heads has Trey straightening himself even further, following their movements with a cautious eye before returning back to perch.

A gentler chime, what Trey is assuming is a groan: same shit, different week. (Paraphrased loosely, from his educated guess.)

One leg crosses over the over, and the fairy peers down at the both of them, mirroring Trey’s crossed arms and giving them a hard stare; Trey mirrors it back.

“We aren’t here for a fight. All of us have a job to do, right? So it’d be best if we cooperated for as long as we’re here.”

They at least look as though they’re considering the flimsy olive branch extended, a finger tapping at their chin, and then a gesture: dismissive, down towards them, back at peering down their nose. The gaze is still disdainful, but now seems… expectant.

“…Come again?”

Ah, the glare’s back in full force, as well as the furious chimes that Trey swears he can feel rattle down his bones to every last nerve he’s got. The next motion is a little clearer: index finger looping in a circle, a universal spin for me, or—

                                                           …Dance?

#❝(𝕁𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕃𝔼𝕊 𝕄𝕀𝕊𝔼ℝ𝔸𝔹𝕃𝕐).❞ 【𝕜𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟.】 #twistedxspinachpuffs #NRU: Vigilance #[ REVV UP THOSE FORTNITE DANCES ]

[rove-bogge]

Continued from here @twistedxspinachpuffs ~~~~

Rove clung to Kalen slightly swaying on his feet, subconsciously entwining itself with the music as he stared up at the taller male. An almost cat like smile on his lips that was similar to a certain cheshire cat that sulked around the Heartslabyul leader.

His mouth suddenly felt dry as one thought echoed in his head.

I wanna dance with Kelan....

He huffed slightly unsure how to ask the rather embarrassing request from the other before he suddenly smirked slyly as he thought of a way to get what he wanted without outright admitting it.

"You want to dance with me don't you Kelan." He said bluntly, making it out that clearly Kelan wanted to dance with him and not the other way around. He felt oh so clever for his idea.

"All you have to do is just ask me...I might even say yes." His voice was slightly slurred from his drinks from earlier though it likely made his voice sound more like he was purring the words as he playfully taunted Kelan with no actual bite like his normal tone.

#yeah i'm the boogie man #twistedxspinachpuffs #double or nothing! #nru backthatbashup #cw: alcohol #cw: mentions of drinking #Rove you so cringe #he will hate himself come morning

[99lostsouls]

❌ How do you feel about Idia? So you like him?

....

I can't stand idia shroud! he's insufferable and so annoying! I hate sharing a room with him, I hate how he murmurs song lyrics under his breath when he's working! he's not my brother, only my manufacturer! （｀Δ´）！

#𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 #(｡•́︿•̀｡) why would you ask that first... #twistedxspinachpuffs

[magicjoint]

❌ -- How do you feel about AZUL ASHENGROTTO?

oh boy, this again? well, now it was time to actually lie. ... or are they?

" i hate him only a little. i don't hate him with my entire being, that's too mean. " right. yuu was only going to tell half lies. there wasn't a rule against that either. and technically they were lying. they absolutely hated him.

#— answered. #twistedxspinachpuffs #( <3 )

[mostrum]

💃

Kalen has always been a dancer. It was just how he tended to express himself. Good food? He does a little jig. Great test scores? Expect a couple of goofy fistpumps and a delighted spin. The festivities had Kalen in a particularly good move -- good enough to give him the gaul to pull his boss in to dance. Taking hold of his hand, he suddenly twirls Azul, nudging his shoulder as if to signal 'follow my lead'.

"C'mon, boss!" He bops his head to the music, swaying from side to side. "Loosen up. It's a party, after all!"

LET’S GET HOOTIN’ ! -- accepting

When it comes to living on land, Azul has found that there are some facets to everyday living deemed impossible for merfolk like him. The list currently entailed: flying, long endurance, and dancing. He simply wasn’t built to perform such grueling tasks! It was nearing his second year since he came to the surface— For the lifestyle of humans, naturally, he had the coordination of a newborn faun. He’d also like to argue, reasonably so. 

(His physical performance was always poor in comparison to his peers, even as a cecaelica. Of course, it was only natural that a clumsy, dimwitted octopus that couldn’t even swim like his peers translated into an inelegant, blundering human who couldn’t dance to save a single tune. He’s not like Floyd, who can swim effortlessly in any environment he’s thrown in, nor was he born with an ounce of natural athleticism like Jade.) 

How infuriatingly persistent can people be?!  Does he look like someone who wants to be seen on the dance floor?! 

Azul should have known better to expect it, thus the fault immediately falls upon him as someone takes his hand. He’s not thrown over one’s shoulder, though— The room is moving fast and he’s spun, a bewildered squeak escaping him as he’s forced to move. 

“You—!” It’s not one of Floyd’s pranks again; it’s Kalen. His upperclassman is beaming without a shred of malicious intent, someone all too consumed in the jovial atmosphere of the hootenanny and simply wants to share the merriment with him. Lest he wishes to fall from his shaking legs, Azul complies and rests one hand on the other student’s shoulder. The Octavinelle housewarden dons a mystified expression, scarce in its appearance, pale blue eyes alight in fright. His head twists to the side, desperately scanning the crowd to see if either Leech was present, to bail him out from this situation— But they’ve gone off somewhere. Sevens above! 

“I— I don’t think this is a good idea, Mr. Kalen,” Azul is swaying, at least that part is easy, and he prays above for his legs to stop quaking before he steps on his new companion’s feet. He clears his throat, forcing the hesitation out of his tone, smothering his weaknesses before they go detected: “Someone must make pleasantries with the other wallflowers of the evening, someone must keep a vigilant eye over the Lounge’s drinks to prevent foul play, lest we risk our reputation…!” 

#･ . ✶ answered . #nru_backthatbashup #( PERSON NEVER LEAVING THE DANCE FLOOR: AZUL ) #( he's a lil salty but it's all good; nothing bad's gonna happen to kalen or anything) #( cmon kalen get him to throw it down :weary ) #twistedxspinachpuffs

[halefinne]

👻

Send 👻 to play a game of Root Beer Pong to the death (with the Spiked Punch).

Floyd's laughter echoes around them, drawing a few eyes over their way.

"Come on now, Killifish! Drink up!" This game was easy! No wonder so many land movies included scenes with us. Floyd pounced the tiny plastic ball on the table and caught it in his palm in the air.

Taking on a member of the basketball team member in a game of throwing balls through hoops...man, this guy really didn't think his plan through.

(Especially since Floyd was pretty sure this was the very same juice that he had helped Azul slip one of his potions into earlier...Floyd didn't know which one he'd used, but he knew better than to run around chugging Azul's potions recklessly.)

Floyd snickered and aimed up another shot. "Hey hey, watch this! I bet I can do a trickshot, hang on!" Was it even Floyd's turn anymore? He didn't think so, but it's not like Kalen would manage to make a good shot anyways.

Floyd lobbed the ball and held his breath. It arched across the table and landed on the rim of one cup, sending it shaking as it bounced up and over and landed instead in a completely different cup. Floyd let out an absolutely delighted laugh.

"Ayyy, there it is! Come on, come on, drink up!"

#ic #twistedxspinachpuffs #nru_backthatbashup

[vorpalswxrd]

Character questions!

What is their love language?

If they talked in their sleep, what weird jumble of words would come out?

character questions | ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

what is their love language?

riddle shows his affection through acts of service. should you ever need a hand, no matter what he has to do, riddle will ensure that he is able to help you as best he can.

if they talked in their sleep, what weird jumble of words would come out?

"hedgehogs...the paint? no not the blue ones...the purple...the strawberries!"

though, honestly, it depends heavily on what major event heartslabyul is about to put on next...

#a message from the queen! #a glimpse into the looking glass. #twistedxspinachpuffs #if riddle's just fought with azul #there are a lot more curses involved. #possible something about octopus hotpot #hehe

[vipetriol]

❌ What would you do if you were Housewarden?

« If I were Housewarden … »

Given some serious food for thought, Jamil pauses.

When he next speaks, his voice has taken on an ominous tone.

« Why, I'd take over the student body, put them under my total and absolute control. »

An uncharacteristic grin, tinted with malice, spreads wide across his face.

« Once they've acknowledged me as their only master, I'd have them enact my every order and sing my praises. Feasts and celebrations would be held daily in my honour, and with no one to defy me, I'd be free to do whatever I wanted. »

A low, disquieting laugh escapes him, becoming louder by the second.

And then—

«…Just kidding. »

The sinister laugh gives way to a chuckle. His features soften, grin fading back into his usual deadpan look.

« Was that a convincing enough lie? Aha, please don't take it too seriously. »

He waves his hand lazily, as if to dismiss his own words as if they'd never been spoken.

« I'm not some ill-tempered tyrant or shady conman. Someone like me wouldn't have an absurd aspiration like that. Even if I did, I don't have the skill needed to achieve that sort of scary thing.

Besides, I can't even imagine being Housewarden to begin with. Kalim far surpasses me in every regard, and I could never hope to handle the responsibility half as skillfully as he does.

. . . Really, I'd much rather have things stay as they are. »

#🐍 { snake in the grass: ask games } #{ He's a standup citizen } #twistedxspinachpuffs

[ideashu]

[COMPLIMENT]

do not meet me, idc if it’s cute or not.

        kalen’s compliment   —   a clutter of waving arms and a thrilled expression   —   manages to destroy every safety net that idia’s set in his mind.  the reaction is immediate; shoulders rising as he squeaks out a protest so incoherent, that it’d be impossible to think that this man was the one able to easily secure a character’s interest with a few words.  his hair crackles and with a hissing pop, flushes a pretty, pretty pink tint.  almost similar to the very color that paints a dreadful blush over idia’s face.  almost.

          idia gives only a moment of vulnerability before immediately reaching back and yanking his hood over his wild locks of emotion - responsive hair.  the classroom is empty, thankfully; maybe there’s some hope in the great seven for allowing him this bit of privacy.  even when the man in front of him, the entire reason of this response, continues to stand almost oblivious to the growing discomfort feeding at idia’s heart.

          “   s-stop, it’s...   ”   he pauses, swallowing the cruel taste of anxiety and pretending that its flavor is that of resentment.   “   it’s ugly.  m-my hair isn’t even that.. it’s not cool, it’s annoying and everyone keeps looking at it despite every hood i wear   —   fuck, it’s annoying, i... a-and stop waving your h-hands around!  i... it doesn’t even look like that!   ”

          this isn’t pro.  nor a lucky drop of the artifact of luck, because the simple fact that kalen saw his hair as something more than what it was proved every point his pathetic, stupid played out for him; that to be noticed was bad.  every compliment was a lie, a manipulation of desire and intention.  kalen noticed his hair as something cool, something to be proud of, but being happy only brought the curiosity of others, right?

          idia pulls the hood down further, curling his knees to hit the bottom of the desk as he presses his head against the desk’s surface.  this is bad, bad, badbadbadbad—

          “   i... i guess the heat f-from my hair is..... relaxing?   ”   (   a muffled response, slipping between the possibilities of a whine.  he isn’t sure if he’s whispering this as a comfort for himself or a conclusion for kalen.   )

#〳◌ ⁀ « cannot be saved » ( INBOX. ) #〳♕ « support tba » ( KALEN. ) #twistedxspinachpuffs #{{ kalen says idia's hair is cool and idia thinks his life is ending:

[piquuse]

"Deuce!" Kalen announced in a sing-song voice, typically booming voice amped up to a ten, "Wassup, my man? Heard it was your birthday, and I wanted to get ya' a lil somethin'-somethin'!"

He pulls out a cake from behind him, excitedly presenting it. The cake itself is adorned with intricate icing and strawberries carved into roses. In the center, 'Happy Birthday, Deuce!' is written with icing in cursive, albeit a bit messily (a staple of Kalen's normal handwriting).

happy birthday egg boy

          “Oh!” Deuce perks up when he hears Kalen’s voice, and that little smile he has turns into a full on grin when Kalen pulls out the beautifully decorated cake. “Roca! Hehe—man, thanks for the cake! It looks so good—whoa, how did you cut the strawberries to look like that??”

#twistedxspinachpuffs #` kronk's new groove. (kalen) #` birthday boy. (event) #` messages.

[troisfleur]

“ What in Wonderland... boy, this must be a tough week for Mr. Clover. ”

He tuts, inspecting the state of Trey's room. As Vice Housewarden of a dorm that prided itself upon the severity of it's strict punishment and rules, it was unheard of for the guy to let chores slide.

An all-too-familiar tingle of magic fades away from his fingertips, the residual sensation of using the spell that gained him entry into his superior's room.

It's an unfavorable tactic, yes— one that could potentially get him in a lot of trouble, but anything to help a fellow Heartslabyul out!

After all, it was his special day. Unbirthdays are common, but a birthday was something to cherish and enjoy.

“ Whew, even on his messy days Mr. Trey manages to keep his stuff clean. ” Kalen comments, quietly, as he arranges a hat back onto it's stand. “ I might have to ask for lessons someday! ”

When he's finished, the room literally sparkles. In his haste, Kalen found the extra time to polish Trey's floors, and dust off the furniture.

Just as he heads to walk out, Kalen places a box ( the kind that's pre-wrapped. the guy wasn't the neatest wrapper. ) onto Trey's desk, with a 'Happy Birthday!' card attached to it.

Inside the box is: New baking pans, green oven mitts, a cook book from the Scalding Sands, and a scarf ( decorated with a simple clover pattern for the incoming cold weather ) .

He leaves before anyone notices he's there, running off to help who-knows-who do who-knows-what on the other side of the campus.

These two just never know when to stop, do they?

—SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT.

Trey’s room is clean: the bed’s neatly made, every hat hangs where it should, no rogue textbook or suit jacket or sock sticks out. Trey would never consider himself a proper neat freak anywhere outside of the kitchen, but he prefers to keep a certain level of order in his room. (Partially by design—the Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul ought to set the best example possible for the standard of living expected of the inhabitants; partially by elder brother pettiness—it feels nice to be made a proud example of when younger siblings get brought to task for refusing to do any chores.)

…Which is what’s wrong. He made his bed this morning, but he’d done himself no favors in tidying up or even properly prepping for class the next day for the past… well, since the weekend, generously. Halloween Week’s begun, and all other efforts get derailed.

He can usually get away with a little bit of indulgence: no one comes into his room but him; and if someone had stopped by to chat or even let themselves in while he was resting, he’d have at least picked up while they’d chatted.

None of that has happened this week, and due to festivities (both spooky and mundane), Trey hasn’t stepped foot in his room once since waking up and making the bed.

Which is, again, the problem. It’s spotless. Nerves climb somewhere in his throat, and in the pangs of aggravation he immediately feels building, he overlooks the box at his desk until a second pass across the room. He’s at the desk in two long strides; Happy Birthday-emblazoned envelope is shredded in two to free the card and put a name to the culprit, and—

—He could have guessed. Should have, actually. Head tips upward, and eyes close for several long moments with a sigh.

Kalen. Always something with that guy.

The box is opened in short order, and to his credit, it’s all far more generous than he’d ever expect from anyone, much less from someone who let himself in for the purposes of cleaning his room unprompted. The scarf, the pans, the cookbook—all lingered on long enough that the panic slowly dissipates, and is replaced with a smile.

He’ll thank him later, of course—and at the end, lulled into a false sense of security, ask, with a smile, to never see a trace of him in his room again uninvited.

#❝ℕ𝕆 𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝕀𝔻 𝔸ℕ𝕐𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔸𝔹𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝔸ℂℂ𝔼ℙ𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕊.❞ 【𝕀ℕ𝔹𝕆𝕏.】 #❝𝔹𝕀ℝ𝕋ℍ𝕋ℝ𝔼𝕐 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚.❞ #twistedxspinachpuffs #[ move outta the way trey I'LL thank Kalen for you smh ] #[ if kalen has 1M fans I'm all of them. if he has zero I'm dead ] #❝ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕌𝔼𝔻𝕃𝔼 𝕊𝕌𝕀𝕋.❞ 【ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕌𝔼.】

[rove-bogge]

Kalen waits outside Rove's door with a trey of treats in his hands, balloons tied to his wrists, decorated gift bag balanced on his head— he winds up using his foot to knock on the door.

“ Hey, Rove! Happy Birthday, man! Or, uh, early birthday. ”

It's the day before Rove's birthday, something Kalen points out with an apologetic grin.

“ I wasn't sure how busy you'd be tomorrow, seein' as how you probably have things to do for the party, so I wanted to drop by and get ya' all to myself! ”

He barges into Rove's room, setting the trey on the desk. Set upon the trey are a bunch of plastic cups, decorated with spider stickers, filled with icecream, crumbled chocolate cookies, and gummy worms.

Once his hands are free, he unties the balloons on his wrists, wrapping the string around one of Rove's chairs.

“ Aaaand this is for you! ” He announces, taking the bag off his head, and giving it to Rove. “ I sure hope ya' like it! ”

Inside the bag is a green and purple weighted blanket, an orange sweater (a pumpkin on the front, with the words "Let's get smashed" on the back... something Kalen, at the time, found hilarious), and a tiny, wooden Dollface.

The sculpture is a little clumsily made, and a bit rough around the edges, but the colors painted on are spot on.

He was tired and stressed. Working so hard to make sure it was a good halloween for everyone he sat in his room doing some repairs on the costumes while playing online dice on the side. Sat in his chair sideways, legs hanging in the air as he hand stitched away humming to music he hadn’t expected to hear a knock at his door. Pulling off the headphones he raised a brow. “Ka-kalen?” He stood up confused, placing the costume down on the desk and walking to the door. “You're here for my birthday?” He genuinely looked confused. As he opened the door quickly stepping aside flabbergasted at the sight. So much effort for him? He stood confused staring at the bag now pressed in his hands. Slowly as if it would break he took it out and carefully unwrapped it The blanket soon finding it’s way draped over his shoulders as he held the carved Dollface Fingers gently gliding over the details taking in the work someone put into this. “Did you make this?” He asked as the Real Dollface Fluttered over to inspect her statue, her fluffy antennae twitching clearly pleased with the offering.  After a moment he walked over to the desk placing the wooden figure down between his monitors he hugged the sweater to his chest half using it to his flushed cheeks. Maybe it was because he was tired…maybe it was because of the time of year but after a few moments he reached out hesitantly to Kalen. Big grey eyes staring up at his friend for a moment before the sweater lowered a little revealing a small smile. “Thank you Kalen,” He said before smiling wider, eyes closing as he let out a happy breath face flushed with happiness before he turned to pick up one of the ice cream cups. “Want to watch a movie?” He asked.

#Yeah i'm the boogie man! #oh? antivirus? haha #Birthday Rove! #Twistedxspinachpuffs #Kalen your so sweet <3 #Happy Rove time!

[99lostsouls]

❌ what is the meaning of life

the meaning of life has already been found! but it was hidden away... by azul ashengrotto!

it's in here! don't tell him I told you this!!

#𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 #twistedxspinachpuffs #shhhh!

[hyaina]

* ✶ ⋮ housekeeping !

new month, new threads! all threads will be tracked through my pinned post, but this monthly housekeeping post is just to keep track of all replies that i owe, replies that will continue onto the next month or be dropped, and replies that i’m waiting on!

please message me if i’ve forgotten anything!

waiting on me.

starter with lilia vanrouge ( @/brawlrog) tie those laces and hit the rink! with kalen roca ( @/twistedxspinachpuffs) embarrassment of riches with jamil viper ( @/vipetriol)

waiting on partner.

friendship mines ft. deuce spade ( @/piquuse) and rook hunt ( @/ magniku) starter ft. deuce spade ( @/piquuse)

plotting

kalim al-asim ( @/shwarma-simmering-splendid)

dropped threads.

none!

#🍩 ／ misc . monthly housekeeping ! #( I HAVE TIME TO SIT DOWN AND GO BATSHIT NOW )

[magicjoint]

❌ How do you feel about Azul? That's gotta be your best buddy, right?

for a moment, only pure enraged silence came from them ... they would never call him a buddy of theirs. but then yuu realised the lie was pretty much said for them. all they needed to do was agree. after all, they never said they needed to repeat the lie back, did they?

at least it would prolong them needing to call anyone a friend of theirs that was anything but that.

" yeah, what you said. " they looked a bit too pleased with themselves.

#— answered. #twistedxspinachpuffs #( you thought you got them there? nah. they got YOU. )