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Crossover fic has blessed my brain in that a eden-moth is just plop into twisted-wonderland as Yuu.

-Grim acts as the mouth and driving force? Moth has yet to collect enough candles to spend on chat (telepathy)

-'Child of man?' Yes, they are indeed a child made from the hands of man

-hates the name shrimpy once they know what they look like, too much like krill

-can play instrument, but only makes sounds of honks

-magic mirror can't see what their soul is? That is because they have yet to make one, they are still only a moth (a star trapped stone)

-they absolutely love Othro because he is like them!!!

-don't know how to return home? Because they haven't tried traveling through the gates to the realms yet

-the memories of the overbots and future events? That is just skykid mechanics

-the magic that makes them fly? Can slightly adjust to having super weak magic that they can only fly for a limited time (can't even cast a wind to stay afloat)

-helps with overblots by burning away the ink with candle

-likes Grim because he is a constant source of fire (ears) and he is grey like crab.

I thought of something. So you know how Grim calls Yuu/Mc "henchman"? Naturally, the first thought is having superiority over them and filling up his ego, but what if it is something else?

In stories at one point a someone close to the protagonist will betray them like friends or siblings, but with the villains very rarely the henchmen betray them unless they have prolonged contact with the "good guy" or the villain is abusive to the henchman.

What if Grim calls you henchman because he trust that you will never leave him and maintains his ideal goal of being someone important?

Since he is always by your side and doesn't harm you, there is no reason for you to turn your back towards the Great Grim, right?

GRIMMMMMM!!!!!!

TWSTOBER DAY 24:

GRIM

Ramshackle's rascal. Grim you have my heart my lil dude 😭😭😭😭😭

-> Day 23: Malleus Draconia

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TWSTOBER DAY 23:

MALLEUS DRACONIA Diasomnia's tragic king. THE REASON WHY THE SHADING COLOR CHANGED SLIGHTLY IS BC MY THE PEN IVE BEEN USING FOR TWSTOBER RA

-> Day 24: Yuu

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TWSTOBER DAY 25:

YUU Ramshackle's wanderer. So I drew what I think Yuu looks like canonically for Day 1: OC, so I guess this is me as Yuu...??? -> Day

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notes and breakdownish of my mobei-jun design.

I’m not sure if I can request this and I don’t know much about Halloween but I can totally imagine the first year gang starting a little pumpkin farm at Ramshackle. They’d carve pumpkins together and maybe sell some of them to earn a little pocket money

If it’s too much, no worries. just ignore this. Have a great day

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: This is such a lovely idea tbh, now i kinda of want to do something like this with my friends aaaa. This was supposed to be posted at 6am as always and i forget to queue it lol. Anyway, enjoy it darling!

The Ramshackle Dorm had never been busier nor more vibrant than now. It all started with a simple idea from Ace: “Hey, why don’t we grow some pumpkins here?” he had said a sunny afternoon, eyes glinting with mischief as gestured to the dead garden of his dorm.

“We can carve them for Halloween, and maybe even sell a few. Easy money, right?” He turned to Epel, who, just as mischievously, nodded.

With a few enthusiastic nods from Jack and Deuce, the plan was set in motion. Soon, even Sebek, who had initially scoffed at the idea as "a frivolous waste of time," found himself secretly invested when Malleus found out and praised him for having a hobby with a bunch of friends.

Days turned into weeks, and the once dead, wild yard of the Ramshackle Dorm was transformed. The first-year gang tilled the soil, planted seeds, and tended to their patch diligently. They took turns watering the sprouts, pulling out weeds, and shooing away curious crows. It was hard work, but there was a certain joy in it.

Jack took special pride in watching the tiny green shoots grow into fat, round pumpkins, while Epel appreciated the physical labor - he said that in that way he could gain muscles. Ace and Deuce made it a game, challenging each other to see who could grow the biggest pumpkin, which led to much bickering and laughter.

The yard was filled with the warm, earthy scent of pumpkins, and the air was filled with laughter. Each carved pumpkin was a reflection of its creator, scattered around the steps and windows of Ramshackle, glowing with flickering candles as the sun dipped below the horizon.

As the pumpkins ripened, the dorm's front yard slowly turned into a sea of orange, each pumpkin unique in size and shape. On one particularly crisp afternoon, as Halloween approached, they gathered around to start carving. Carving tools in hand, they sat in a circle, some humming, others chatting about what designs they’d make.

Ace boasted that he would create the scariest face, while Deuce shyly admitted he wanted to make a pumpkin with a cute smile so he could take a photo and sent it to his mother. Epel’s was, of course, carved with incredible detai l— a miniature masterpiece of intricate patterns, as he was used to carve apples. Jack’s was simple and classic, just like him. And Sebek, determined to outshine the rest, carved an elaborate dragon that he claimed was a tribute to his master, Malleus.

“Not bad, huh?” Ace said, admiring their work. “I mean, I could probably sell mine for way more than any of yours, but still.” He smirked, dodging a playful punch from Deuce.

“We’ll see about that,” You shot back, wiping your hands on your overalls. “Who wouldn’t want to buy one of mine?”

Throughout the day, the first-years ran the stand, chatting with students and selling their carved pumpkins. Sebek was surprisingly the best salesperson, his loud voice catching everyone’s attention and his pride making each pumpkin sound like a royal treasure. Epel made sure every customer left with a smile, slipping them a little extra vine or a perfect pumpkin seed as a token. Even Grim, though not directly involved in the growing process, found himself helping out, lured by the promise of sharing in the profits.

With their pumpkins carved, the group turned to the next phase of their plan. They set up a small stand by the gate, decorating it with the leftover vines and smaller pumpkins. A hand-painted sign read, "Pumpkins for Sale! Buy 1, Get 1 Free (if you can guess who carved it)!" It was Ace’s idea, of course, to add a little game to attract more customers. They were soon joined by curious students from other dorms, many who had heard about the little farm project and wanted to see the fruits (or rather, gourds) of their labor.

You still were surprised that their idea really attracted people. Even Sam was there, examining the pumpkins.

By the end of the evening, the pumpkin patch looked a bit emptier, but your pockets were a little heavier. All of you were tired, but it was the good kind of tired, where your cheeks hurt from smiling and your muscles ache in a satisfying way. As you sat together on the steps of Ramshackle, trapped between Deuce and Ace, watching the last of the daylight fade, there was a warm sense of accomplishment between them.

“This was a good idea,” Jack said, breaking the comfortable silence. “We should do it again next year.”

“Yeah,” Epel said, stretching out his arms. “Maybe we’ll even beat the big guys at their own game. Imagine if this little patch becomes the talk of Halloween.”

"What if other dorms try to do something like this, though?" You asked them.

You had so much fun those past few months, working at their side after clubs ended and the homework was made. You laughed, you chased them when they teamed up to tease you. Overall, it was the most fun you had since coming to this world.

Ace, who was using your left shoulder as a pillow, leaned up so he could see your eyes. "If this happens..." he looked at the other boys before catching your eyes again. "Then we'll crush them, no doubt."

"Figuratively speaking, right?"

Deuce smiled spread through his face as Epel laughed and Sebek and Jack tried to hide their face from you.

"Yeah... Figuratively speaking, of course, Prefect."

The others nodded, their eyes bright with ideas about what to do if the other students tried to do something like that.

As the night settled in, the carved pumpkins flickered warmly, casting playful shadows across the yard. And you felt as if, for just a moment, like you were back home with your small, happy family — gathered around a shared project, their laughter and camaraderie filling the air with something brighter than any candle could provide.

If you were here the next year, then you wanted to do the same thing with them again. And if you aren't... You wanted them to continue that little tradition.

something that bothers me just a little bit is how much the svsss fandom plays up the "beef" between sqq and sqh.... sqq is like. a bit mean. as banter!! by the end of the story it's more For The Bit than because of any genuine "hatred". sqq doesn't insult sqh every time they meet and he isn't always denying their friendship (if anything it's the other way around lol, see chapter 14). he isn't constantly agressively beating him with his fan. afaik he only actually beats him up one time - in chapter 21, after the shen jiu thing and after sqh teases him about regret of chunshan. sqq doesn't bully sqh and sqh really isn't the pathetic wet hamster people think he is :(

i think they'd get along

+bonus guzi

Moshang establishing a weird degree of intimacy (for two people who are at least ostensibly not dating or anything) even early on in their relationship due to having known one another since their teens and both being, y'know. Weirdos.

Like Shang Qinghua has definitely dressed Mobei Jun. Toweled him off after a bath and put clothes on him because Mobei Jun is royalty and he just expects servants to do that, and Shang Qinghua was like, well, okay I guess we do this now I guess this is happening, and decided to just enjoy the view.

Mobei Jun prefers to sleep in beds that smell like Shang Qinghua. It just feels safer, and no he's not interrogating that impulse very deeply. He has food tasters who check his food for poison, and he's heard the term "bedwarmer" thrown around he's pretty sure this is just the same idea, a bed that's just all sterile sheets which don't smell like anyone but himself feels isolated and vulnerable and unsafe. So he'll nap in Qinghua's bed on An Ding, and whenever his servants wash out his sheets at his palace he'll drag SQH over and work him to exhaustion and then make him "warm his bed". Shang Qinghua thinks maybe Mobei Jun prefers a warm bed at night, the way that some humans prefer cool sheets? Like an ice demon thing? Whatever, his king's bed is still more comfortable than his, it has soft pillows and furs and everything so he's not looking a gift horse in the mouth.

Shang Qinghua has treated Mobei Jun's wounds. MBJ used to watch him like a hawk at first but after years of this happening with zero issue he stopped bothering, so between that and the "sometimes dresses his king" thing Shang Qinghua can basically move his limbs around and put stuff in his hands or even his mouth and smear ointment on him and etc and MBJ will just go with it. Sometimes Shang Qinghua worries about the amount of access Mobei Jun's servants apparently have to his person, but honestly none of the regular staff could actually get the same kind of uncritical compliance out of him. Just Qinghua.

Mobei Jun also sees no issue with physically picking Shang Qinghua and moving him around. He will literally throw him at problems he wants solved or carry him to situations he needs examined. Shang Qinghua is very portable and it expedites the process of him begging not to be asked to do something, to just toss him at it and make him sort it out right away instead.

Mobei Jun would also steal Shang Qinghua's clothing if there was any remote chance of it fitting him. Throwing his cloaks and things onto Shang Qinghua works fairly well though, it makes them smell like him which is still good. Shang Qinghua is rarely bold enough to steal Mobei Jun's clothes on his own, but if it's especially cold and no one else is around he's been known to grab part of Mobei Jun's cloak (often while he's still wearing it) and wrap it around himself.

OKOKOK HAIII

ace, deuce, grim + ramshackle ghosts reacting to yuu giving them a well thought out, obviously took over a week gift!

like ace could get a handpainted deck fo cards that have hisoved ones faces on them

deuce could get a course to learn how to legally drive a blastcycle (all theory)

grim could get a grim sized proper nrc uniform with loads worth of tuna (?)

the ramshackle ghosts can get a well researched book written by yuu that has all information avaliable about ramshackles past with a renovated room that looks exactly like one from when ramshackle was in its prime

genre: platonic

no need to use my idead and feel free to ignore me!

bye bye ty !!

REACTIONS: A Thoughtful Gift

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Grim, and the Ramshackle Ghosts

A/N: I'll derogate from the idea for Deuce's gift

He accepts it with a teasing smile

He can't help but tease. It's his love language!

But then he opens the clumsily gift wrapped box and sees a Deck of Handmade Cards. They're not perfect, the lines a lil wonky, but it showed how much effort you gave for the gift.

He thanks you. Sincerely this time. What? Ace can be mature sometimes. He knows how to read a room! Don't give him the surprise look!

He uses the cards to practice his magic tricks, but is also very careful with them. He doesn't want one to get lost after all. He's gonna ask one of his upperclassmen to teach him a preservation spell so the card's painting won't wore off and it'll be safe from wear-and-tear.

He almost shed some tears

It was perfect! How thoughtful of you to gift him a pair of sports sweats headband!And then he turns the gift to the other side and its embroidered with his name! Its clumsy but its so obviously made by you, you even embroidered a lil spade on the end of his name.

He hugs you in a tight bro-hug! He promises he definitely wear during his Track and Field training!

And he does and he brags about it to everyone who asks (or don't ask) about his new headband.

Grim is boasting about his NRC Uniform!

You have sewn it perfectly to fit him! He's so happy and he's even jumping in glee, you cheering along while you captured his reaction on camera.

It was quite a feat to get his measurements while he was sleeping to keep the surprise a secret, but it was all worth it!

Grim will strut around NRC full of pride wearing his uniform. Even the professors don't scold him as harshly when he's so loud but what's more cute than a cat direbeast in uniform?

Oh they're so thankful!

How wonderful you are! You even edited and restored old photos to create an album for them.

It's like they're back from the past! It makes them truly nostalgic.

They begin telling you stories about their time and about their past.

Theu even give you ye olde gossips and secrets they wouldn't tell other students

Why not? You're their special prefect!