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I just came back from hiatus from such a long time and the first thing that I see you post is Cloche hurt- Don't mind me, gonna sob as I worry about what happened to Cloche!
AHHH IT’S GREAT TO HAVE YOU BACK <333 Once again— I’ve been struck by you again >7<; Also— loving the UIO drip change 👀👀 Cry-laughing at the fact SY!Cloche is one of the first things you see from me ;;;
Synopsis: Well…. The title explains enough, right-? Right???
Warning(s): Potentially ooc
[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]
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「 Lil Author's Note: Tysm to Mari and Eli for allowing me to participate in this year's secret Santa! (@twstedsecretsanta!) 」
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“Ah- S-Sorry, Lilia-senpai, I can't- Eat- Your food-”
The mischievous little puppet grinned nervously, backing away from the sheer sight of whatever the hell Lilia had cooked up for ‘breakfast’.
One can't exactly blame her, either. Everyone, everyone, in Diasomnia may have their occasional disagreements and all, but…
They can all agree on one thing: Lilia's food is horrible.
No way am I eating that! UiO gulped, a drop of sweat falling down their face. (Can puppets even sweat?? Who knows!.... Jiyoon, please answer this for us-)
If Lilia even managed to make his food look ‘presentable’ to serve, UiO could've been convinced to scarf it down like a bag of sweets.
Alas, that isn't gonna happen anytime soon, is it? Sad, I know, but life's never fair for everyone!
UiO knows one thing for certain, though — Sebek will gobble up anything made by that uncharacteristically old nocturnal fae because that's just how gosh darn devoted he is to his superiors!
Which…. Is what Sebek's doing right now, funnily enough-
UiO had to hold back the look of disgust on her face as Sebek scarfed down Lilia's food. Based on his expression…
The look on Silver's face twisted. “He's gonna vomit all of that out..” he murmured. Quiet enough for almost no one to hear him, but loud and close enough for UiO to listen.
They laughed awkwardly, in tandem. “I've been spared…” A look of relief was painted on her face, letting out a breath.
Well, at least it isn't as bad as the spices Renren made. Perhaps that was the only good thing about Lilia's food, in the eyes of the (un)trustworthy puppet.
“Fufu, how wonderful that you adore it so much, Sebek!” Lilia exclaimed, clasping his hands together as he seemingly cartoonishly moved around Sebek. “I worked hard on making it, so it seems my efforts were well worth the wait!”
Was it? Asked the members of Diasomnia from within the back of their minds.
Not wanting to waste a second longer, UiO inconspicuously (yet not so inconspicuously) made a stride out of the dorm.
The day has only just begun, y'know! One can't waste another second in one place!
༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ† 。 𓄿
“And then he just decides to kick me out of the botanical garden, just for ‘interrupting’ his gardening hours!”
Upon listening to his words, UiO shrugged. “Your problem, Renren, not mine!” she exclaimed, happily walking ahead of him and Jiyoon.
Jiyoon sighed. “I don't understand why you're so hung up on that,” she massaged the bridge of her nose, exasperated beyond belief. “It's not like he attacked you with a gardening hose.”
Miren narrowed his eyes. “He certainly threatened to,” he turned away from Jiyoon, grumbling.
“Oh, c'mon, Renren!” UiO grinned. “He isn't that bad! A little greedy? Sure, and selfish! But he wouldn't do that!”
Miren had several doubts about that, that's for sure.
He turned a corridor, humming. “This is my stop,” he told the two. “I'll see you two at lunch?”
Jiyoon responded with a nod. “You can be certain of that.”
Miren nodded back, walking off to his next class, and leaving Jiyoon and UiO to their own devices.
Speaking of which…
“Now then, UiO-” Jiyoon deadpanned shortly after realizing that the puppet had gone off. She let out an exasperated breath.
“Honestly….”
༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ† 。 𓄿
UiO wandered around the halls of Night Raven, in a playful and almost oblivious-to-her-surroundings sort of manner.
The puppet almost always wore a grin on her face. It was both an amusing and an unsettling experience!
They were expressive, long story short.
She smiled to herself, taking note of every little detail that surrounded her. From the tiling of the floors, the wind that blew beneath her hair, the stone arches…
Everything about NRC fascinated UiO.
And everything about Twisted Wonderland fascinated her, as a whole.
To think, UiO's thoughts wandered about. In a similar fashion to the way she was wandering about the halls. A world like this..
Her expression turned neutral. So many questions, and barely any answers.
Anything is possible, she thought. I'm enough proof of that.
Twisted Wonderland fascinated UiO for a number of reasons. The landscapes, the experiences, the cryptic history behind it-
And seemingly most important of all, the people.
Rich or poor, tall or short, no matter what kind of person they were — the people that resided within this strange and unanswerable world only amplified UiO's fascination for it.
They loved it. Loved this world, its people, everything.
Sure, the overblots can get a little jarring… UiO can agree on that much. But… I've experienced worse.
She stopped in her tracks, hearing the sound of bickering. Bickering that would transition into an argument, she figured.
Turning her head, a smile of excitement on both her lips and in her eyes.
Her housewarden! (Dorm leader? Housewarden? Honestly, she's too lazy to figure out what the proper term is!)
Unsurprisingly, Malleus got himself into another argument with a certain Fae woman. One who couldn't stand him, and wanted to throttle him with every fiber of her being.
UiO always got a kick out of their interactions. They stood from a distance, watching them throw their verbal punches at each other, an unmatched intensity in their aura.
An aura that never truly fades, even as they parted ways.
UiO watched as his fingers lingered towards his ‘adversary’, an amusement falling down the puppet's face.
Smitten, he is. UiO believed. How their story ends, I'll probably never know. But even so….
That smile on her face never seemed to fade, even as she began her journey of walking away from the distant encounter before her.
Of course, Jiyoon eventually found her, and scolded her for wandering off on her own — her exasperation evident on her face, all the while she was well aware that she'd have to have grown used to this by now.
UiO was as unpredictable as she was wise. Untrustworthy, chaotic, and generally not someone you'd consider intelligent; but wise nonetheless.
The day seemed to end all too soon, as the puppet bid goodbye to her half-siblings a little before returning to Diasomnia.
It was just as chaotic in the dorm now as it was in the morning, which she wouldn't have had any other way.
“Is everything okay?” Asked Malleus, approaching the puppet.
UiO had to hold back the smile on her face, noticing the unfulfilled longing he still had. “Yup! Completely, and truthfully, fine, Malleus-san!”
Malleus let out the briefest of smiles, nodding. “I see,” he looked out to the rest of the members of his dormitory, that smile turning into a look most neutral.
“..... Do you ever wish that things never changed?”
UiO turned to him, slightly confused, but aware that she had to give him the courtesy of a response.
“Sometimes,” UiO cocked her head to the side. “But some things have to change, even if you don't want them to..”
That seemed to deepen the look in Malleus' eyes. That look of solemnity, of sadness.
One that UiO couldn't help but feel sympathy towards.
“Why do you ask?”
He turned his back, seemingly radio silent for the first couple of seconds before he started walking away — murmuring his response.
“Because that's how I wish it could be.”
…. I guess the life of a puppet only gets more interesting as time goes on. So fun, yet so terrifying, all at the exact same time.
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「❆」 — Christmas Message!
Merry Christmas, UiO!! I hope you enjoyed this piece of writing I made for you! Your writing, ocs, and especially your art have been a big inspiration for me and I'm REALLY glad that I'm friends with someone as kind and caring and just plain AMAZING as you!!
You and the rest of Coconut have been a big help for me, especially with issues involving my personal life — and I can't be any more grateful than I already am to know that I have you and the others to lean on (albeit not physically) 😭❤️🫂
In truth, the reason I didn't do the first of your wishlist is because I was scared of getting Felicitas' characterization incorrectly ☠️ I'm really sorry that I wasn't able to do anything for her, and hopefully this little oneshot is enough to suffice for it 😭
As always, I hope you are doing well and you're happy and if you EVER need to let out your feelings, blow off some steam, etc: You can always go to me and the rest of Coconut. We're always gonna be here to have your back, and don't forget that!!
I love you very much, UiO, and thank you for being my friend <33 Have a Merry Christmas!
I am grateful to the people who accompanied me during 2023, thank you so much for being there for me as I literally have no words for your company. You being there for me could just literally bring me to tears.
To everyone I have met, old and new,
thank you, thank you very much and I fucking love you all.
Thank you for interacting with me and sharing laughs.
Hell, thank you for showing me interesting and questionable things too.
For the Blobbies and my private server.
Here's to the cheers for my friends
Who I sometimes forget to contact on weekends
But we are all getting busy so it'll depend,
Considering our friendship will see no end.
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Rook comes back from Ramshackle with a strange black portrait with a pale girl(?) drawn inside. And lo and behold, it's alive.
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┊Loosely inspired from the game Death Palette, Fluff?, Yuu can be you I guess, Yuu is a painter, UiO is not a puppet but a painting instead, Rook has some few loose screws, I mean who's normal?
┊ OCs as of now: UiO, Jiyoon (mentioned)
┊A/N: Happy Birthday Black/UiO, I'm sorry I took so long, I hope you like my gift for you :) also thanks to @kiranarina for helping me with this, you're the best bud
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Rook was ecstatically rummaging through one of the rooms of the Ramshackle, one could say an art gallery. Full of arts that the prefect has hidden away.
Of course he asked permission to look through the room!
It was a begrudging decision seeing Rook did not take no for an answer.
{"Though there's just that one painting that I can't find a way to finish I wish to give it colors to make it more lively but I seem to can't do it... Do you think Jiyoon could finish it?"
"Though I'm unsure if she'll accept the work of portrait, I'll see what I can do for my underclassman!"}
The reason how he found out that the prefect could draw was during the visit in SDC. A lot of unfinished arts were lying on the ground as if the prefect rushed to finish it all up.
Each of them were either portraits or landscapes, including the Night Raven College.
The talent of the prefect was something to be applauded. He could even be on par to his fellow underclassman who is dedicated to drawing landscapes! (Although she seems to be actively avoiding drawing portraits)
While Epel was curious, Vil was unamused how messy it was but Rook paid no mind, there was a hidden beauty the prefect was hiding! The anatomy study, the rough sketch that captures the nature beauty, how could he not fall in love in such arts that are so lovely?
And that is why, right now, Rook is rummaging through the prefects art room, to find more art worthy of bringing in Pomefiore as a souvenir. For them (him) to admire and praise.
Everything was drawn with full care, each stroke held elegance. It was such a hard decision to pick considering Vil could only allow one piece to be brought back. Should he bring one of the portraits that the prefect had drawn for Vil? Though there was a one canvas covered under a cloth, placed up the art stool that makes him compelled to see. The other canvases were scattered around the room, but the one placed the stool seems to be something important, better yet different?
He feels an energy coming from the canvas. Intriguing! He lets his curiosity deep, peeping through the the cloth.
Is this what the prefect mentioned?
What would be the beautiful art? Would it be an animal? A landscape? Or a portrait?
All the possibilities were running through his mind, making him more giddy than ever before.
But once the cloth was taken, what surprises him was how black the canvas is! His expectations made him feel bad.
Why was it black? Was it unfinished? Was it natural or abandoned?
If so... Just what did the prefect had to go through to erase their art, their masterpiece? Guessing that there was once an art portrayed but is now erased with black paint. It's not everyday you see a blank canvas. So that's why he wanted to give it to Jiyoon.
"Ou, what a sad sight!" Rook gestures. He was excited for nothing, he guessed he better look around to get a piece that everyone would take a liking.
"Ugh." A grumble of voice was noticed by the hunter. Where was it coming from? There is no human here apart from the prefect that is on the living room with his partner. Who is this person that can absolutely hide from him? His hunter instincts was excited, his senses heightened, all in while he looks around for the voice—rustles anything that makes a noise.
"Yes yes, you can say that again. Welcome painter, you're finally back. Did you have fun with your friends that you started to forget about--" An exasperated voice echoes in ire.
His eyes widened.
A girl appeared in the black canvas. The painting in front of him, it was moving, alive and breathing. With monotone colors and an eye-catching blue, her hair was a mess at the same time befitting. The moment the girl in the painting noticed something was off, widens her eyes inspecting Rook in every aspect she could find.
"Me... Who are you?" She questioned. She eyed him cautiously, "You're not the painter."
It's a live painting! How did the magicless prefect make this? Maybe the prefect has a magic for the creation they make!
"Noo... I was starting to like that painter... How did they die!? No! I haven't even done anything to them yet! They were doing a good job too..."
Snapping out of his thoughts, Rook blinked owlishly then shook his head. "Non! Why would Monsieur Trickster die?!"
"Oh... Really? The overblot thing did not get them? Hm, Good.." The girl seemed relief as she smiles sweetly.
Rook blankly stares at the girl in the painting. "Why do you need Monsieur Trickster?" At his words, the girl pouts.
"A painters job is to finish a piece. Look at me, do I look finish to your eyes?" The girl in the painting spoke, clearly annoyed as she points to herself.
Rook smiles. "Oui! Even in the gray and dull color, you're quite eye catching despite having to no color. But having an attractive blue to your palette, enhance your beauty more dame dans le portrait!" Rook happily chirps as he dramatically gestures his hands and winks.
The girl stares at him aghast having no words said. "..."
Like a fish out of water, her mouth kept opening and closing.
"Huh... Uh. Oh, I- wow." The girl was loss for words, stammering, wincing away from Rook who watches her reaction amused. "It seems like I have a poet as a visitor..."
She sneers, looking disgusted as she averts her eyes away from Rook. He looked dejected but it seems the girl was not having any of it.
"Do you not like my praise of you? Do you want more--" "No! NO!! SHUT UP! I HAVE NO NEED FOR YOUR PRAISES! THANK YOU!" The girl in the painting frantically hushed him. With wide eyes and a deep frown, she glares at Rook who only smiles back.
"Sigh, anyway, who are you? It's not everyday someone is not surprised to see a talking painting. Though I think the painters reaction is better than yours..." The girl in the painting remarks while continuing to examine Rook throughoutly.
"Well petite dame," Rooks smile gradually widens as he bows to the painting, tipping his hat over his chest. "Let us begin over our introduction."
"Bonjour, dame dans le portrait. I am Rook Hunt but you can call me Le chasseur d'amour, I hope to see more of your beaute once you're finished." His eyes glisten the more he examines her.
The girl in the paintings eyes narrowed.
"...I was not created in France to talk in French." She mutters in a weary voice. She ignores Rooks curious stare, holding her forehead with her pale arm before straightening her back in a not-so-delighted manner.
"I am UiO, you can refer to me like anything you want." She bows haggardly, forcing a smile to appear to hide her displeasure. But no detail was spared from the hunters eyes.
As the more Rook inspects the girl in the painting, he wonders how can a painting have such deliberate movements? Unlike the paintings scattered around the school, they could only move in a specific set, but her?
It seems like whatever magic the prefect has for creation, their creation can move as if it was a living being in the first place! But how could they not finish such piece and give it away to Reine des Arts? "How did Monsieur Trickster create you? Their talent is no joke but making a living portrait despite being magicless is manifique!" Rook happily cheers while the girl-- UiO blinks owlishly. His words clicks in her mind before her face fell disgruntled.
"Excuse me? What? Who? That painter? Haha, no, no way." A disbelieved look scrutinized Rook, who in back stared at the girl confused.
He tilts his head. "...Did they not?"
"Of course they didn't!" She complained in such a straight forward way, she did not notice the door creak slightly.She huffs arrogantly, crossing her arms before her shoulders loosened up.
"Though I quite say, my present painter has some fiery determination. They're quite adamant in finishing me, so I guess I'll place my trust in them." She says in a nonchalant behavior before smiling widely in a grin.
"I like them, they're interesting. Talented and beautiful."
'It seems the prefect is truly magicless.' Rook muses. Despite having to no identification to see if the girl was truthful, Rook was sure it was coming from her heart. (if she ever have one)
'But as Monsieur Trickster say... They seem to can't find a way to give her color?'
"Hmm~" He hums playfully with a grin, sending shivers to the girl. She backs away in worry and confusion seeing him with the expression. "Say petite dame, can I take you?"
"Hah?" She raised a brow confused. "Are you a painter? Or a collector?"
"Oui! I am a beauty appreciator! and Non, I'm not a painter, but I have an underclassman who can paint really well, she's worthy of praise!"
That seems to excite UiO when she leaned up close. Her eyes sparkles as if asking for more information but Rook only left it at that and smiles with closed eyes. She wince noticing her behavior before standing back straight.
"But... "
"So... Rook-senpai, you're taking her?" The door creaks revealing the prefect of the Ramshackle who stood by the door. UiO tilt back her head questioning what they meant.
"I'm sure Roi du Poison won't mind and I'm certain Reine des Arts will find a way to finish dame dans le portrait."
"...eh?"
The prefect only smiles with undertone sadness that made the girls smile fall.
"..." She pursed her lips turning away from the two hiding her contorted expression. "I knew you wouldn't be able to finish me."
The prefect flinched. Biting their lips, before looking away.
"...I'm sorry." Rook only watched in the sidelines with a mixture of pity for the prefect.
Ah, what a bitter way to part ways.
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┊I admit, I don't think I can finish it anymore lol, Maybe I'll just draw snippets because that seems easier (famous last words before disaster)
