I turned my twst oc into my school project for character design and somehow got a good grade 💥💥💥 (pls be kind of my handwriting—)

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I turned my twst oc into my school project for character design and somehow got a good grade 💥💥💥 (pls be kind of my handwriting—)

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𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞
Jack Howl x Reader
2.15k words
a/n: one bed trope you will always be famous!
Everything starts when you laugh at Jack Howl in front of his entire Spelldrive team
“You know,” you say, watching him finish practice drills for what feels like the hundredth time, “I’m starting to think you actually like making everyone else look bad.”
Jack wipes sweat from his face with his sleeve and doesn’t look bothered at all.
“If everyone else trained harder, that wouldn’t happen.”
Epel groans loudly from somewhere nearby. “See? This is exactly why nobody likes talkin’ to you after practice.”
“You’re just slow.”
“I’m gonna hit him with a rock,” Epel mutters toward you.
You laugh.
Jack glances at you right away.
Since you can’t help yourself, you grin and say, “I could probably beat you in a race, though.”
The entire field goes silent.
Jack blinks once.
“…No, you couldn’t.”
“Oh, wow. The confidence.”
“It’s not confidence if it’s true.”
“You’re annoying.”
“You brought it up.”
“You’re still annoying.”
You spot a quick hint of amusement on Jack’s face, almost too fast to catch.
“Fine,” he says, crossing his arms. “Race me.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Epel immediately perks up. “OH this is gonna end terribly.”
“You’re serious?” you ask.
Jack tilts his head slightly.
“You scared?”
“Oh, absolutely not.”
That’s your first real mistake.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆
Your second mistake is agreeing to race him down the mountain trail behind campus.
To be fair, it didn’t seem that bad at first.
When you started, there was only a light snowfall. You could still see the path, the air was cold but not unbearable, and Jack almost looked relaxed standing next to you at the trailhead.
Almost.
“You can still back out,” he’d said.
“Oh my god, shut up.”
“You’re the one who challenged me.”
“You accepted suspiciously fast.”
“That’s because I know I’m gonna win.”
“You are unbelievable.” Jack’s ears twitch a little.
“You’re talking a lot for someone who’s about to lose.”
Then he took off running.
And honestly?
For the first few minutes, it’s fun.
Cold air burns your lungs while snow crunches beneath your boots. You can hear Jack ahead of you occasionally throwing smug little comments over his shoulder.
“You’re slowing down.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
You nearly trip.
Jack immediately doubles back. Concern flashes across his face so quickly and naturally that it catches you off guard.
“You okay?”
“…I’m fine.”
He studies you for a second longer before stepping back again.
“Watch your footing.”
He says it in a surprisingly gentle way.
Something you know is going to linger in the back of your mind.
Unfortunately, that’s around the same time the storm starts getting worse.
At first, it’s subtle.
A little more wind.
Thicker snowfall.
Then, all at once, the whole mountain disappears under a blanket of white.
The temperature drops sharply enough to hurt.
Jack notices before you do.
His posture changes instantly.
No more teasing. He stops racing.
“Stop.”
The firmness in his voice makes you obey automatically.
Snow whips violently around both of you now, obscuring the trail almost completely.
“…Oh,” you say quietly.
“Yeah.”
For the first time all evening, Jack looks genuinely worried.
“We need to head back. Now.”
The walk back should have been easy.
Instead, the storm gets worse much faster than you expect.
Wind screams through the trees. Snow gathers thick around your ankles. Visibility drops lower and lower until Jack is little more than a dark shape beside you.
Still, he never lets you fall behind.
Every few steps, he glances back.
Every few minutes,
“You still with me?”
“Yes.”
“You warm enough?”
“No.”
Jack exhales sharply through his nose before shrugging off his varsity jacket.
You immediately protest.
“Jack, absolutely not.”
“Put it on.”
“You’ll freeze.”
“I won’t.”
“You literally look cold.”
“That’s because it’s snowing.”
“Which means you are cold. Idiot”
“You argue too much.”
“You’re trying to give yourself hypothermia out of chivalry.”
“It’s not chivalry.”
“Then what is it?”
Jack opens his mouth to retort but stops.
His ears flick once in irritation before he shoves the jacket toward you harder.
“…Just put it on.”
As soon as you put it on, you feel warmth all around you.
And somehow, it feels like he’s there too.
The jacket smells like winter air and detergent and cedar and something unmistakably Jack.
Your heart reacts in a way you’d rather not admit.
Jack notices your silence immediately.
“What?”
“…Nothing.”
“You’re staring.”
“You smell good.”
The words leave your mouth before your brain can stop them.
Jack nearly chokes.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I- uhm- I did not.”
“You did.”
His face turns bright red right away.
“You’re insane.”
“You’re blushing.”
“It’s cold outside.”
“Mhmmm.”
Jack actually looks offended that you’re laughing. Unfortunately for him, it only makes you laugh harder.
And even with the storm, and despite the cold and the wind getting worse,
You notice the tiniest smile at the corner of his mouth too.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆
The inn appears like a miracle.
Warm golden light shines through the windows, and snow piles up on the roof.
You practically stumble through the front door.
The elderly woman behind the desk takes one look at the storm and sighs sympathetically.
“Roads are closed tonight.”
“That’s fine,” Jack says immediately. “We just need a room.”
“Luck you, there’s only one room left!”
You both feel a wave of relief.
“One bed.”
Jack freezes next to you so suddenly that you almost laugh.
The poor woman looks between the two of you knowingly.
Jack looks like he’d rather fight the storm again.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆
The room upstairs is tiny.
One bed shoved against the wall. One flickering heater. One small window rattling from the wind outside.
Jack immediately drops the bags beside the door.
“I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“You absolutely will not.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You say that like you’re not built like an old man.”
Jack looks offended.
“I’m stronger than you.”
“That has nothing to do with your back problems.”
“I don’t have back problems.”
“You stretched for twenty minutes after practice yesterday.”
“That’s normal!”
“You make noises every time you stand up.”
Jack pouts, and you laugh so hard you nearly miss the fact that he’s smiling now, too.
Slight and brief.
But real.
Suddenly, the room feels a lot warmer than it did before.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆
The heater dies around midnight.
One terrible sputter.
Then silence.
Cold immediately creeps through the room.
You curl tighter beneath the blanket instinctively.
Across the bed, Jack sighs heavily before sitting up.
“…Move over.”
You blink sleepily.
“What?”
“You’re freezing.”
“So are you.”
“I run warm.”
“You’ve said that like six times tonight.”
“Because it’s true.”
“You’re literally shivering.”
Jack ignores that.
Carefully, awkwardly, he shifts closer beneath the blanket until warmth radiates against your side.
Being this close changes everything right away.
You become painfully aware of every little thing.
The warmth of his arm brushing yours.
The steady sound of his breathing.
The way his hair falls messily over his forehead when he’s tired.
Jack goes rigid beside you.
“You keep staring.”
“You’re very pretty.”
Silence.
Then,
“…You can’t just say stuff like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because-”
Jack cuts himself off harshly, clearly frustrated with himself.
You tilt your head slightly.
“Because what?”
Golden eyes flick toward yours briefly before away again.
“Because you make me nervous.”
The confession lands softly between you.
Jack exhales slowly.
“I don’t know how to act around you sometimes,” he admits quietly. “And I hate that.”
Something in your chest soars, then aches.
“Jack-”
“I mean, look at me right now.” He laughs once under his breath. “I can stand up to Leona. Compete in front of crowds. Handle basically anything.”
His ears flatten slightly.
“But you look at me for too long and suddenly I forget how to function.”
Your heart almost stops. Before you can answer, exhaustion finally pulls you under.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆
The nightmare comes hard and fast.
Snow.
Cold.
Screaming wind.
You’re running.
Your lungs burn while panic claws violently through your chest.
“Jack!”
No answer.
A sick, heavy fear settles in your stomach.
Then finally,
You see him collapsed in the snow.
Motionless.
Blood staining white beneath him while the storm keeps covering him more and more and—
You wake with a broken gasp.
For one horrible second, the dream still feels real.
Your chest aches.
Your breathing comes too fast.
Beside you, Jack Howl wakes in a groggy haze.
He’s about to start complaining, but then he looks at you.
He sees your frazzled state and teary eyes.
It alerts him instantly.
“Hey.”
His voice is rough with sleep but steady.
You can’t answer.
Jack’s expression changes the moment he sees your face.
Worry appears on his face right away.
“…Bad dream?”
You nod weakly.
Jack pushes himself upright beside you without hesitation. The blanket has slipped from your shoulders at some point, and before he says anything else, he pulls it back around you carefully.
His hands are warm.
Grounding.
“You’re shaking.”
“It felt real,” you whisper.
Jack’s ears lower slightly.
“What happened?”
You hesitate.
“You got hurt.”
The admission barely leaves your throat.
For a second, Jack says nothing at all.
Wind rattles violently against the windows while snow taps softly against the glass.
Then, more quietly,
“That scared you that bad?”
You laugh weakly despite yourself.
“Kind of, yeah.”
Jack looks down for a moment, thoughtful in that faraway way he sometimes gets. Moonlight shines softly on his face, silver on tan skin and tired eyes.
Then finally, he says,
“…C’mere.”
The words are quiet.
Bordering on awkward.
But genuine.
You move closer slowly, and the second you do, Jack pulls the blanket around both of you more securely until warmth settles between you again.
This close, you can hear the steady rhythm of his breathing.
Feel the warmth radiating from him.
Jack leans back against the headboard slightly, one arm resting loosely behind you like he’s trying to comfort you without making a big deal out of it.
“You know,” he murmurs after a moment, “you’re really bad at hiding when something’s bothering you.”
“You noticed?”
“You looked like you were about to cry.”
“Oh.”
“…Yeah.”
Embarrassment burns instantly across your face.
Jack notices that too.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“I’m not embarrassed.”
“You won’t look at me right now.”
“…Maybe a little.”
A quiet huff of amusement leaves him.
You finally glance toward him.
Jack’s expression has softened completely now, all the usual sharpness gone from it.
When Jack cares, he cares with his entire heart.
“You wanna know something?” he asks quietly.
“Hm?”
“When we got stuck out there earlier…” He pauses briefly. “I was more scared for you than myself.”
Jack looks away toward the storm outside.
“I kept thinking if something happened to you because I agreed to that stupid race, I’d never forgive myself.”
The honesty in his voice hits you even harder than the nightmare. His jaw tightens slightly. “I know you can handle yourself. I know you’re not weak.” A faint breath leaves him. “But the idea of losing you still scared the hell out of me.”
Silence settles softly between you.
Not uncomfortable.
Just full of everything you haven’t said yet.
Heavy with everything neither of you has said properly yet.
Then quietly, you ask,
“Is that why you kept checking if I was still behind you?”
Jack’s ears flick once.
“…Maybe.”
“You were worried.”
“I said maybe.”
“You gave me your jacket.”
“You were freezing.”
“You looked ready to fist-fight the weather itself.”
“That storm was annoying me.”
You stare at him flatly.
Jack finally sighs.
“…Fine. I was worried.”
He sounds reluctant, but the way his hand tightens around the blanket gives him away.
Something warm blooms in your chest.
“You care about me a lot, huh?”
Jack freezes immediately.
You watch as he realizes, in real time, that he’s walked right into a trap.
“…Don’t start.”
Your smile widens slightly.
“Oh my god, you do.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re in love with me.”
Jack nearly chokes.
“I did not say that!”
“You didn’t have to.”
His face turns violently red.
You swear that even his ears are red now.
“You are unbelievable,” he mutters, horrified.
But he’s smiling.
It’s small, helpless, and he can’t hide it at all.
You laugh softly, the last remnants of panic finally easing from your chest.
Jack watches you for a second too long after that.
Then, quieter,
“…You’re okay now?”
The gentle way he asks catches you off guard.
You nod slowly.
“Yeah.”
Jack studies your face carefully like he’s making sure you mean it.
Then finally, he relaxes too.
Outside, the storm continues raging against the mountainside.
Inside, wrapped in warmth and soft golden lamplight, Jack hesitates for a moment, then carefully intertwines your fingers under the blanket.
Neither of you teasing or flustered.
And this time, when you fall asleep beside him, neither of you lets go.
Hiii can I get Jack with a partner that just thinks he’s the cutest thing ever? They just constantly want to drown him in kisses and hold him, the cuteness aggression is real
I’m in love with Jack he’s actually the cutest 😭 MY BABYYYY 😭😭😭😭 I love him sm he’s actually so adorable
Cutie!
“…I have to get to class.” His voice was flat perhaps even annoyed but his tail wagging as if trying to take flight gave him away, you understood that he had to get to class but what were you supposed to do when Jack is just so adorable!? He was a 6 foot 3 pile of walking fluff and faux seriousness that you swore just made him look as sweet as whipped cream! He was lucky he was practically made of muscle since the urge to squeeze, bite, kiss, and everything in between was extreme put simply.
You finally raise your eyes to face his after being previously occupied peppering kisses all over his face to address his concerns- oh my god. Was that a pout!? His ears suddenly jolted to attention and he sat as straight as a ruler as the squeal of the century left your throat before you could stop it “oh fuck classes you’re just the cutest!” Heart squeezes were real and they were happening in you “woah!” With a sudden strength that could get you drafted for the Spelldrive team you pushed him back onto the bed “H-hey hey! what are you doing?!” Couch vargas would just have to deal with a missing student today cause your boyfriend was about to become your own plushie victim for all your cuteness driven aggression!
(Don’t save him he’s right where he wants to be)
Helloooo part 2 with my beloved Riddle. I was gonna post them in some order but to be honest I have no idea what I'm doing. 🥀

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One Year of Love
YuJack is having their first anniversary. Everyobe clapped and cheered.
COMMISSIONS OPEN / Yumei Rinn / Yucca Rinn
One Year of Love
YuJack is having their first anniversary. Everyobe clapped and cheered.
COMMISSIONS OPEN / Yumei Rinn / Yucca Rinn
This is incredibly silly LMAO idk but the sound really reminded me of the first years
Like they had to have messed with Sebek once or twice right?!?
after 2 weeks i come back with a post, twst redesigns ♡ also tysm for almost 500 followers ♡♡
over time i started putting more effort in this... eid mubarak!!
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also i will probably do this again for rsa's release!!

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Boy who has never done anything wrong in his life
The Howl Family
Almost 2 years later, and a lot of yapping about Jack, I finally redesigned his family in-proper.
Behold:
Back when I designed Jack's family it was, specifically, to draw fanart for Rubber's fics because I still read their work religiously. Now that I write my own fics, and talk about my theories/headcanons for Jack a lot, I decided to buckle down and ACTUALLY draw my own, personal, designs for the family.
I based their family structure and clothing after modern Inupiaq/Yupik fashion in Alaskan and the Yukon. Everyone, in Jack's hometown/part of the world, is tall as fuck. Which is why, when he came to NRC, he didn't think he was tall because he's the average height in his hometown.
Besides that:
if you know filipinos 🇵🇭 on here with other social media / contact channels, pls let them know:
for some reason*, a lot of our local internet providers' servers have tumblr (and only tumblr, afaik) blocked as of late last night! as in with no way to open it!
this has happened to me and all the other filipinos i know online!
this is easily fixed by switching to another DNS server of your choice (it's just copy-pasting!) ingat!:
phone (android & iOS): https://www.howtogeek.com/how-to-change-dns-on-android-iphone/
pc (w11): https://www.wikihow.com/Change-DNS-Windows-11
Annoying little bugs 🥹
DEUCE LOOKS LIKE HE’S TALKING TO RIDDLE my shaylaa
OH MY GAWD I’M BACK
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HAHAHAHSHA feeling ko kaya hindi afford ni Byte ng mga legal experts a d workers kasi hindi siya corrupt 😭😭😭.
Hindi corrupt pero unethical political figure naman ngiii
Oh my gawdd i have not looked at my ibox girl I’M SORRYYYY but hell yeah? Hindi corrupt pero unethical? BWHAHAHAHHAHWHA
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