Damn... 🧎‍♀️

do u ,, have any twst ocs by any chance ,,,

- glaze lily nonnie

I do! I've used up all of my brain juice to design four Genshin OCs though, so the only twst OC I'm ready to show is a self-insert boy- He's not drawn in the NRC uniform unfortunately, he's still wearing his butler uniform 🧎

His name is Viorel Fairbairn~ I forgot which dorm he belongs to UH I think it was Heartslabyul?? And his UM is Rule Breaker HAHA

Those were the good old days indeed, haha.

"And yet I should've said something regardless if I knew how much it would break you..."

Hey, remember those times when we did photo shoots in a certain game and you asked me to put on my "wedding dress" outfit for one?

I'm drawing it because memory lane and ouch. At first glance it's a beautiful, innocent photo when the story behind it says differently... 🥲🧎‍♀️

OH MY ARCHONS YEAH I remember all those photo shoots we did in Dragon Raja very well, good ol' times... 😭

A beautiful photo with a tragic story hidden within 😌✨ Looking forward to that drawing though~

Ahahah I loved my boy so much

The more I write this snippet part 2 with Chao, the more I wonder if I'm going to need holy water because the words I'm putting in there is making me feel a certain way 🏃💨

reblog this if you’re jewish or your blog is a safe space for jewish people

in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.

Protesting is a FELONY in Tennessee now…Facism at it’s finest (x)

This is still one of my favorite pictures... mostly because of how the eyes look and the butterflies in the background

But in all seriousness, thank you guys 🥺💜

"𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚"

“A reflection is unique to every person when their hearts speak louder than their thoughts.”

Mira is a second year student at Night Raven College. An odd girl who harbored no name and lived in a glass prison until her mirror was given to a student at NRC and was set free.

》 𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Full Name: "Mira"

Other Name(s):

Mimi (Yuu, Kalim, Mr. Kowalski)

Miri (NRC)

The Looking Glass (Emyr Gethin & Previous Caretakers)

Moonglade (Pen Pal)

》 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Gender: Female

Age: Unknown (Chronologically), 17 (Physically)

Birthday: Unknown

Starsign: Unknown

Homeland: Unknown

Family:

Unknown Mother

Unknown Father

Unknown Caretakers

Emyr Gethin (Previous Caretaker)

》 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒

Dorm: Pomefiore (Canonically), Ramshackle (Yuuichi)

School Year: 2nd

Class: 2-A

Occupation: Student

Club: None

Best Subject: Art

》 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Red velvet cake with white chocolate mousse

Least Favorite Food: Stale Food

Dislikes: Being useless and worthless

Hobby: Glass Sculpting

Talents: Visual storytelling through stained glass

》 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

A rather soft-spoken lady who prefers the company of a few people and literature over a crowd. While appearing distant from others, she is actually quite introverted and doesn't know how to properly speak with new people without stumbling over her words after minutes into the conversation. In her eyes, the world is palette of colors varying from different shades depending on the person. She tries to be patient and think about options other than rushing in without hesitation, not wanting risk a glass arm. Other than her social skills being less than perfect, she is a relatively sweet person looking out for others and hopefully the good in people. Being a talker isn't her strong suit, as she prefers to write things down, but she's willing to lend an attentive ear for anyone who needs it. Even when running her small business of helping others, Mira carries an air of fairness when it comes to charging her customers despite how often her stomach rumbles in displeasure.

Although usually a kind-hearted person, she does have a bit of temper should someone get on her nerves, or even insult a friend of hers. Maybe a bit too rash, but sometimes she yeets a glass feather at that person's direction, not to hit them but frighten them at best. However, she might end up feeling ashamed and apologize through a letter because the words won't come of her mouth. There is also the insecurity of feeling uselessness whenever she couldn't help a soul, or the ghost of worthlessness haunting her because she was mistreated too often. But she never shows such thoughts on her face, concealing such pain with a picture perfect smile and joyous laugh because the scars from them run so deeply that they still make her bleed.

As for responsibilities, oddly enough with her constant daydreaming, she is at least a dependable person who "speaks" honestly about feedback and her personal opinions.

》 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

No one really knows where Mira came from other than the fact she was trapped inside a beautiful antique for many years. However, a few truths have come forth and shed a bit of light on this glass mystery, telling very little but enough to knowledge. She bore no name other than "The Looking Glass" for majority of her life, and any memory of her childhood are severely blurred like constant ripples in water. Regardless whoever she might be, it is a known fact that she willing to lend a hand to whomever needs it for a reasonable price.

》 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂

Mira's Unique Magic is called "Desires Be Shown". It allows her to reflect someone's desire from glass and temporarily bring them to that location from exact memory, however, will be unable to interact with living beings for the time frame.

"Look within the looking glass, open your heart. Unveil your silent favor and let it be reflected in me... Desires Be Shown.."

》 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀

Mira has an obsessive habit of covering up her arms with long sleeved gloves, even when it's extremely hot outside. The reason behind this is currently unknown, however, many speculate she isn't comfortable wearing short sleeved shirts or dresses in the open.

Most of her previous wardrobe were ragged hand-me-downs until an overly generous man replaced them with high quality clothing. Her personal favorite is the bluebird themed half gown and harem pants because of a poem she read about the blue feathered avian.

Despite having a room with a cozy bed for herself, Mira never quite uses it and instead sleeps in her hand mirror unless she's grabbing something from her wardrobe or safe. Funnily enough, she tucks in the hand mirror before going to bed in it.

As she has difficulty expressing herself through words, Mira often sends gifts and a letter to people she wishes to befriend -- preferably at their dorm since confronting them personally is overwhelming for her own heart. Most of the time she's ignored, but for the few that took her offer of friendship, she's grateful for them.

When she isn't preparing for any dorm activities/routines, classes, or her small business, Mira frequently writes to a pen pal of hers called "Nightlight". From Rook's countless compliments, she is quite fond of the person and enjoys writing to them whenever she could.

She isn't a fan of shoes, or rather the shoes Vil gives her to wear with her outfit. To avoid wearing them, she alters her feet to appear as a bronze talons and floats around to get to her classes, or any location. This isn't full proof, however, as she still wears shoes during formal occasions and P.E.

She was given the name "Mira", a poorly made pun based off the fact she came out from a literal mirror. However, she didn't really mind since it was her first actual name other than "The Looking Glass".

》 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘

𝙲𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (Half Body)

????? (Memory yet to be colored

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■■■■■'𝚜 𝚅𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢: 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜

A simple recollection lost to the whispers and gossip, in fear or in awe younger him did not know. All ■■■■■ could muster from his memories was the face of his twin sister and mother's gentle love embracing him and praising him for his victory.

From his young pestering pleads, his mother sat him down and retold him the story of how he received these branching flowers on his entire body. His mother would always start the recollection with the same beginning, his sister listening quietly beside him. "It was created by your heart, determination to protect your other half."

For many years, since he was old to walk and fight, ■■■■■ had taken the role of Lady Yingyue's protector and carried the duty with pride. One could dare say in his sister's grace, he became her decoy to trick and teach those wanting manipulate her a lesson they would not forget.

It wasn't until the eve of their 13th birthday, the cycle of promised protection ended with the cruel torture and the lightning's blessing. The people he had sworn to fend off, instead took him all too happily for the taste of revenge on his soul. Laughed at his pain, mocked him for being weak, belittled him for his "cursed" bloodline.

And yet, the young ■■■■■ laughed as it were pure entertainment, promising he'll get to have fun with them eventually. Words had only left his mouth before the storm's judgement struck where he was ensnared, leaving its blossoms on his flesh and the promise in his hands.

What commenced when the lightning's spring came to bloom is often foretold in variations, but it always ended with him returning home covered in red and burns, holding so closely a electrifying jewel to his chest. Smiling proudly as if he climbed all the way to Celestia and back to his family's embrace victorious.

"You asked if I was proud of you that night, before falling unconscious." It was a rare moment to see his mother looking at him with genuine adoration, the suddened softening of her stern scowl. "I was and always will. That gift which burns so brightly in your hands speaks of your strength and love. Carry your flowers with pride, my little spider."

Often the storm of opinionated pity and disgust for his story is heard trailing after him, but ■■■■■ still dances in the weather by his sister's side without a care in the world, the refulgent vision and scars he carries an honest attestation of life. It is through this memory told by tale, adventures he ventures on be nothing more than the fruits of his labor made through enigmatic means and promises.