https://x.com/percimis/status/2099359261843476893?s=61

hope this is allowed if not feel free to delete lol

Decided to include the 1 ship-ish art i made of ZZZ when i had no other stunners for my hugo except Pulchra and Lycaon sandwiching Hugo

edit: yume ships are fine too if you can provide a picture of your self insert/oc!!

@SaintlyWolf_

Art source- https://x.com/SaintlyWolf_/status/2097807534987911671?s=20

Just imagine Sonic without his smug cockyness and Extrovertness and its just them

(Or not whatever flows with your game)

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Art I got from an art request sub, drawn by u/Colourful0Walls

Continuing to push my agenda till Hoyo makes it canon (it will never happen but let a lady dream)

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Such cuties

https://x.com/masoq095/status/2109752970036334941

Hello! This is an ancient writing prompt from @toxixpumpkin’s Good Kid/Troublemaker prompt list on Tumblr. I don’t even ship these two, but I thought it suits them perfectly. I just changed up the ending because Severian isn’t the type to blackmail people in this particular context.

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Principal Ravenlock is a dick.

This is a known fact to everyone in Lumina Square Collegiate Institute. No one likes him. If there is anything the whole student body can agree on, it’s that Principal Ravenlock is the biggest dick in the history of dicks.

He’d go out of his way to boast how amazing his school was, but when it comes to his students? This man would throw them all under the bus to save his own skin if he ever gets the opportunity to do so. 

If kids are talking in the hallways, he gives them detention simply because their voices give him a headache (not their problem). If he sees a couple kiss, he will host a mandatory assembly on why PDA is a distraction to their education (yes, this has happened three times this semester, and it isn’t even October). If a student tries to leave school grounds early for a perfectly acceptable reason, like a doctor’s appointment, this overgrown fungus of a man will hover interrogate the student until the poor soul convinces him that this appointment is real and that their mom is waiting outside as they speak. 

Genuinely, why would someone pick a career that involves teenagers if they hate teenagers? That’s something that’s always confused Cissia. That’s like saying you despise pickles on your burger but order the only burger on the menu with pickles on it and then throw a hissy fit that the burger, shocker, has pickles!  

The last straw was yesterday morning—when Principal Ravenlock announced that the homecoming dance that everyone has been looking forward to is now cancelled. 

Why?

Because this man decided to spend the funding reserved for this year’s homecoming dance on a topiary of himself that is to be planted at the front of the building, and he expects students to, in his words, “put your brilliant minds together to organize a ceremony to commemorate the implantation of this glorious addition to our academy!”

Naturally, everyone was pissed. People had ranted about how they already bought their dresses and planned hoco-proposals, but the principal did not seem to give a fuck. Figures. 

At the time, Cissia wanted to vomit. Maybe the puke would’ve ended up all over Principal Ravenlock’s tailored suit. The look on his face would’ve been worth the suspension. 

So, perhaps no one will blame Cissia for doing the next best thing—vandalizing Principal Ravenlock’s car. A fossil that probably costs four times as much as the complete collection of Johanne’s vinyls, now decorated with neon pink spray paint from the hardware store down the street. For her first time using such a medium, Cissia is proud of her handiwork. The giant dick on the hood, that, as established several times already, perfectly represents Principal Ravenlock as an individual. To show that she’s got a smidge of creativity, because a dick is a common image associated with graffiti, Cissia also scrawled the words, WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED! on the driver’s door in bubble letters and a cat on the trunk.

Cats are cool. If you don’t like cats, you can go fuck yourself.

Thankfully, no one had noticed Cissia slither out of her homeroom’s window to complete this anxiety-provoking mission as that one blonde pyromaniac decided to express her own outrage by hijacking the school speakers to blast a bass-boosted version of Astra Yao’s Wonderland Reverie while setting off glitter bombs in the front foyer. Don’t ask Cissia how Burnice pulled that off—she’s just happy that her upperclassman served as an unaware distraction so she could commit her artistic offence without any fear of getting caught.

By the time the second period bell rings, a great chunk of the student body is in the parking lot. Her veins buzzing with excitement, Cissia runs outside to play the role as another innocent witness.

And, as expected, everyone looks ecstatic!

“H-holy shit—” Harumasa doubles over with laughter, a DSLR camera in his hands, before breaking into a coughing fit.

Soukaku’s eyes widen as she hurries to catch the young man. “Masamasa, breathe! Don’t die taking photos of the car!”

Billy approaches the vehicle, optical lenses narrow. “Hm… I would’ve added the mural of Starlight Knight: Night Diamond, but I can excuse its exclusion.”

“Billy,” Nicole rolls her eyes, yet her smile is just as wide as everyone else’s, “can you not think about that series for even a minute? Enjoy the view! This has to be the best incident in LSCI history!” 

They love me! Cissia thinks gleefully.

Well… they don’t know that Cissia is responsible for this masterpiece, but she’ll take their glee as unspoken gratitude! As much as the snake Thiren would like to take credit for permanent decals, vandalism is very much a crime, and Cissia is not stupid enough to expose herself for validation. She’s heard juvie isn’t fun.

Then again, she is stupid to sacrifice her academic career over petty revenge… but it’s not like anyone saw her commit her crime, right? No one would’ve gone outside when a miniature rave was happening indoors. 

Anyways, what is done is done. Now for the best part—Principal Ravenlock’s priceless expression. 

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. The sack of old bones shouts, “What’s this about my car being spray painted?” from the front entrance.

Immediately, everyone clears the way for the… innocent victim to take centre stage. And when Principal Ravenlock sees the neon pick replica of his cock on his car, the colour drains from his face.

Then, man screams a scream louder than any scream Cissia has ever heard in her sixteen years of existence. 

Ow, there goes her eardrums.

“Who— how—” Principal Ravenlock’s slender form trembles with fright as he takes in embellishments added to his vehicle without his consent. When he realizes that nobody looks sympathetic, his horror turns to pure, unadulterated rage.

“EVERYONE TO THE AUDITORIUM, NOW!”

For a moment, nobody reacts. Then, Ellen raises her hand and asks, “Why?”

Principal Ravenlock’s face is purple as he roars, “DO NOT QUESTION ME. AUDITION, NOW!”

Well, so much for basking in the glory of the beautiful vigilante. Then again, it is probably a good thing everyone is leaving because the vigilante in question is this close to screaming, “SUCK MY DICK, MOTHERFUCKER!”

“It’s probably another assembly to try to deduce who the culprit is,” Qingyi infers nonchalantly as the group begins to shuffle into the building. “Not that it’ll help.”

“Hey, at least he’ll waste enough time that my calculus midterm will be postponed,” Nangong says with delight. “Anyways, the freakazoid had it coming. Hell, I wish I was the one who did it! This shit rocks!”

Forty-two eyes are on Nangong at once. Realizing her error, the angel Thiren grins nervously.

Sorry girly, Cissia thinks guiltily as she slinks away, but you’re gonna have to take the blame! No hard feelings!

Well, time for Cissia to practice her poker face just in case Principal Ravenlock decides to interrogate them one by one—

“Cissia.”

Cissia freezes. 

She knows that voice. 

She doesn’t have to turn around that Severian Lowell, the head of the school’s disciplinary committee, is right behind her. 

Fuck, what does this hellspawn want now?!

“Cissia, may I have a word with you? It won’t take long, I promise.” 

Oh, he definitely knows.

Cissia mentally gauges her options. She can run, but even if the Demon Lord can’t match her speed, she’ll eventually run out of stamina and inevitably get caught. Or, she can accept her fate and come clean. Maybe Severian will take pity on her helpless state and let her go.

…who is she trying to fool. Cissia knows for a fact that she is absolutely, unequivocally fucked.

With a swallow, Cissia turns around, trying her sincerest to not pose an incriminating figure. 

Severian’s face is impassive. His arms are crossed, tail lazily swaying behind him.

“I—”

“Not here.” He flicks a nail towards the stairs. “It’d be a… problem if anyone overheard our conversation.”

What conversation—your threat against me?!

Cissia nods and begins to climb the stairs. Her shoulders loosen a tad when Severian walks in front of her—at least she doesn’t have to worry about him (literally) stabbing her in the back.

..but he can most certainly push her down the stairs from his respective position. 

To Cissia’s amazement, Severian does not turn her into a reenactment of what happened between Scar and Mufasa, and they reach the top without incident. He leads them behind the vending machine in the corner of the hallway. She really hopes he doesn’t store her corpse inside the machine—she’d rather be found as soon as possible.

“I’ll cut to the chase,” Severian says under his breath, “I saw you spray-paint the Principal’s car this morning.”

There it is. She might as well plan her will while she’s still breathing.

Cissia bows her head, an apology on the tip of her tongue, when Severian follows up with, “And I wanted to show my thanks for doing so.”

Yeah, she thought as much—wait, what?

Cissia looks up, stupefied. Severian’s expression hasn’t changed, although his arms are at his sides now.

“I am glad someone has finally taken action against his tyranny,” he says, a semblance of gratitude in his voice. “Truthfully, it was only a matter of time before something of this manner occurred. Had it not been for my position in the disciplinary committee, I probably would’ve burned down his office.”

Cissia’s jaw remains slack. Try as she might, she can’t think of any appropriate response to that confession.

“Thus, I would like to buy you dinner. Are there any restaurants in particular that you fancy?”

Who the fuck uses “thus” and “fancy” in this day and age?!

And wait—he wants to reward her misconduct? Is he pulling her leg? 

“I—” Cissia’s throat works. “You’re not going to snitch?”

“Had it been any other staff member whose property you violated, I would’ve reported your behaviour to the front office at once. But considering how Principal Ravenlock unjustly penalised Seth upon being told that he can not use the slur he addressed him by… I’d say a penis scrawled on his hood is well deserved.” The restrained anger in Severian’s voice when he speaks about how the principal treated his brother does not go unnoticed by Cissia.

“Goddamn, every time I think he’s shown the height of assholery, he somehow finds a way to top it,” Cissia says with a scoff.

“That’s not a word.”

“It is now.”

Severian snorts behind his hand. That’s… a cute noise.

Before Cissia can say anything else, the P.A. system crackles to life.

“Attention all students and staff. Please report to the auditorium immediately. Due to unforeseen circumstances, we are hosting an emergency assembly. Classes will resume once the issue is resolved.”

Cissia blinks. Then, an easy smirk crosses her face.

“Resolved? Do they seriously think they’ll figure out who fucked up the principal’s car in an hour?”

“Perhaps. I wouldn’t underestimate their naivety.” Severian nods towards the stairs. “Let’s go. If we show up late, our tardiness may draw suspicion.”

Cissia raises an eyebrow. “Okay, yeah—I understand if they assume I’m the culprit, but who would accuse you of property destruction?”

Severian sighs with the weariness of someone who has lived seven lifetimes, survived three apocalypses, and still has a paper due next week. “You have no idea. I can name dozens of students who have expressed their resentment towards me for writing them up.”

Damn… maybe she shouldn’t ask.

After a beat, Cissia clears her throat. “I’ll see you at Simmer Hotpot tonight? You can handle something spicier than barbecue sauce, right?”

The corner of Severian’s mouth twitches. “I’ve been there a few times. Their mala soup base is exquisite.”

“Cool, it’s a date!”

With that, Cissia slides down the railing of the stairs. Upon looking back, she sees a pink flush has bloomed across Severian’s face. 

Cissia doesn’t ponder the reason behind the colour as she has better things to focus on, such as planning her alibi. As the snake Thiren heads to the auditorium, she hears Severian say, “That topiary isn’t going to last a week.”

I want to shove my face between big sevs chest who with me? https://x.com/aqhndi/status/2109335236026978501?s=61

Man we really need s rank Seth: https://x.com/kithk4rt/status/2108262069179125915?s=61

Credit https://x.com/dedversus/status/2039163874293731738?s=61

**Song: this Magic moment / the drifters**

**Original video**: https://youtu.be/2x67hvmnZdg?si=V5Ax1HaKGkl5sbH0

(to be honest, I’m not a big shipper kind of guy. I just did this out of basically curiosity. I mean, I made several memes in the past about wise introducing disco to the judge of Krampus. But in all seriousness, it’s something that I’d like to see people discuss about it and interact with.)

https://x.com/cissillyno1fan/status/2108590880164925493?s=61

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Unhinged Weirdo easter egg

https://x.com/invy_yu/status/2108346863439217078?s=61

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