#Grim paw-painting

[number1paimonstan]

Happy birthday mafia boss tako! Currently working on a little doodle for him, so have this instead for the time :)

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*After Book 3*

Y/n☽: Happy birthday Ashengrotto, Venus say's happy birthday too. *Is holding out two gifts*

Azul$: Oh? How kind of you both, but one thing, why couldn't Venus come here and say it herself?

Y/n☽: Thought we went over this already, technically to her you're an animal and she's scared of them. Also she still holds a grudge against you and those Leeches.

Azul$: I see...

Y/n☽: Take the gifts tako.

Y/n☽: Open the gifts tako

Azul$: *Opens the gifts*

Azul$: *Pulls out a 'paw-painted' picture of him*

Y/n☽: Me and Grim collaborated on that.

Azul$: *Flustered* It's very charming. *Clears throat trying to gain composure*

Azul$: *Opens another gift to see a small serving of fried chicken*

Y/n☽: I told Ray what Floyd told me that it was your favorite so she decided to make it.

Azul$: *Feels very speechless, but also appreciative for the gesture* Ah well send her my thanks, but unfortunately I am unable to eat this as it'll ruin my diet. ⁱ'ˡˡ ᵃˡˢᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶠˡᵒʸᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˢʰᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ...

Y/n☽: Wow Ashengrotto, you're going to do that after all the hard work she put into the gift? *Pulls out a audio recording of Venus crying*

Venus over recording✹: *hic* Squid chan, why won't you eat it? *hic* I worked really hard trying to make it just for you! WAAAH! YOU'RE SO CRUEL! *hic*

Y/n☽: See? You're breaking her heart Ashengrotto, so eat it. Besides it's your favorite and your birthday, everyone needs at least one cheat day right?

Azul$: *Feeling very conflicted but also guilty* Mh, well I don't see why I can't eat some of it for now if she really put a lot into it.

Y/n☽: Good, anyway I gotta go, left Venus and Grim alone with each other for too long. See ya Ashengrotto!

Azul$: Ah goodbye then.

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Unknown to Azul this was all a set-up by Y/n, the twins, and a bit of Venus + Grim. The tweels paid Y/n to help them set this all up for his birthday. Venus just wanted him to eat it after all the trouble she went through to learn how to make it, Grim wanted to paint. But at the end Y/n walked away with their pockets a bit heavier, leaving the mafia trio satisfied even if they won't truly admit it.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

GUYS… 💀

Skully J. “I greet you with a kiss” Graves

You wake up in his arms after blacking out

Calls you “my dear” and “lovely”/“wonderful” even though we literally just met

Comments that your names are beautiful

Offers to escort you (well, Trey technically) through the woods even though Skully has no idea where tf he’s going

Remarks that it would be nice to hold hands and stroll through the forest together

He tends to use the term "fated" to refer to things he has in common with others

Is the first character in all of Twst to have a BLUSHING face

He holds your hand and kisses you (on the back of it??) without even waiting or asking for your okay (avert your eyes, Grim…)????

HE ALSO KISSES GRIM AND ALL THE OTHER BOYS ON THE HAND

HE KISSES YUU MULTIPLE TIMES THROUGHOUT THIS EVENT

HE WALKED OUT OF a DAtinG SIM 😭

Other Skully facts:

He’s taller than Malleus (not including the horns, just judging by the models) and Sebek (stated explicitly in the dialogue)

He’s is a first year student

He’s 16, same age as the other first years (though Skully only recently turned 16)

Speaks very respectfully, even to fellow first years (Riddle remarks on Skully being very gentlemanly and even Vil calls Skully elegant)

He refers to himself using an archaic form of “I” (wagahai)

HE’S AN OTAKU FOR HALLOWEEN, he calls Jack Skellington “Jack Skellington-sama” and says Jack is the person he admires the most dbsksbsiqguzvs

Skully asks everyone else call him Jack-sama too

He comes from a small isolated fog-shrouded rural village; it is located at the bottom of a valley

His hometown considers Jack Skellington the founder of Halloween; Jack Skellington is not known outside of this village

The people in Skully’s hometown love Halloween and its founder, Jack

He seems to be sleep deprived???

Skully tries to tell others at his school about Halloween and Jack, but his peers don’t listen and get mad at him

Skully doesn’t like to talk about his school (and seems to actively dislike it, calling his classmates fools and asking to avoid the topic of school)

He self-admits to not having many people who understand him

Confirmed a mage (Leona says he has the same amount of magic as Epel), but he doesn’t have a magical pen/doesn't seem to know what they are???

He doesn't know Malleus either.

Skully claims he was also sucked into the book while attending the used book fair in Foothill Town

Chunibyo?? Like, he presents as mysterious initially but actually has very excitable reactions to things, lots of purple prose too

Leona calls him a BADGER

He calls his classmates “worthless” for not understanding/listening to him

He thinks lowly of those who disagree with his opinions on Halloween; there is a drastic shift in his personality when the NRC students express dissent

Skully’s ideal Halloween is solemn and desolate, involving: beating up all ghosts, painting rooms entirely black, no decorations, and no music

This is how his village spends Halloween, in solemn silence; Skully grew up thinking this is how it always is

He likes classical music and opera

He acts gentlemanly because he believes Jack is also a gentleman

He wants to learn piano someday

Skully believes that staying traditional and respecting and protecting the past is important

Details about his unique magic

(Side note: GRIM’S NEW oUTFIT 👌 He looks perfect in that suit!! LOOKS At HIS WIDDLE PAW gLOVES… And the chest fluff sticking out gives the illusion of a cravat! Aaaaaah, so cute 💕)

[ryebread0605]

Hi!!! OMG HI I JUST WANTED TO SAY I REALLY LIKE UR WORK

And like

I wanted to request something!! (if ur ok with it! If u aren't taking requests rn or if u hav writers block, don't worry, I can wait and I don't mind!)

So basically my request is rough sex with lilia after something went wrong in his potion class and accidentally made a super duper strong aphrodisiac?

Btw, if it isn't too much, could it be fem reader?

Thank you for reading, and I hope you have a nice day ahead!! Remember to stay hydrated and stay healthy!

Awww thank you anon! I love hearing that people like these silly stories I write! And of course I can! 

Just a warning, this will contain degradation as well as very public sex (and implications of spreading videos of said sex)

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Between gasps and cries you tried your best to make your broken mind remember what had led to your current situation. 

It was the same as any normal alchemy class, you having to wrangle the little fuzzball of a partner you had been paired up with as he continually tried to knock things off the table. Sure, he may deny himself to be a cat, but Grim was more catlike than even the cat beastman. 

And unfortunately, that meant he liked to cause chaos, even accidentally. 

All it took was one wrong paw swipe and suddenly the healing potion you were meant to make turned an entrancing pink color, the smell going from pine to rose. The second Crewel noticed the smell, he tried to usher the other students out, but it was too late. 

You see, someone else had also picked up on the smell.

And that’s how you ended up where you were now, bent over a desk with your uniform no more than mere ribbons. Your breasts bounced every time Lilia thrust into your sopping cunt, one of his hands holding your hands behind your back while the other tightly grasped your hair, forcing you to look at your fellow classmates who watched in shock and, for some, arousal, at the scene before them.

“Such a nasty little slut,” he began whispering in your ear, “letting me fuck you like this? In front of everyone? Disgusting.” You could do nothing but moan more in response. He was right, you were disgusting for enjoying this. But god it felt good to be disgusting.

His words, and thrusts, only got rougher as he made sure everyone could hear him now, “look at you, a brainless little toy. All you can do is moan, you’re not good for anything else, are you? No, you’re only good to be a source of relief for me and me alone. These people should feel lucky to be allowed to watch.” 

You could feel your eyes roll back as he hit that one spot deep inside you, his smirk growing at that as he easily lifted you and held you by the underside of your knees, slamming you down onto his cock over and over again as all you could do was moan and beg for more. You were completely at his mercy, not even caring about the cameras now recording you nor the fact these people watching you would soon spread the word about how much of a whore you were. 

In fact, you slowly felt yourself realize you quite liked being his whore. 

Just as you thought this, a wave of white hit you as your orgasm ran through your body, moans as loud as can be and everyone being able to see your fluids coating Lilia’s dick. Despite that, Lilia did not stop his brutal pace. Only a few moments after you, he came as well. The hot cum painted your walls white, some dripping out of your cunt as he pulled out, letting everyone see your now wrecked hole. 

With a smirk, Lilia laid you on your back over another students desk, 

“Oh my dear, we are only getting started~”

[airoarts]

My weird clowder of cats

(catstarion is based heavily on pangur of @pangur-and-grim fame. i dont know if this counts as pangur fanart)

[Image description: a painting of the origin characters of Baldur's Gate 3 as cats. The first image is the full picture and the second image is a close-up. Gale is a brown tabby-and-white cat, curled up and resting with his front legs stretched out in front of him. Shadowheart is a black and silver tabby cat, kneading biscuits on Gale's flank. Lae'zel is a bengal cat, leaning over Gale and staring at Shadowheart. Wyll is a black cat with significant rusting on his chest, back, and tail, lying neatly in a loaf-like position between Gale and Astarion. Astarion is an albino oriental shorthair curled around Wyll and resting his chin and front paw on Gale's rear. Karlach is a big red tabby who is leaning with her front paws on Astarion. End ID]

[mscherub]

Self Care is Important, Spudling (Vil Schoenheit x Reader)

Gender neutral reader, referred to as Y/N, Prefect, Potato, or Spudling (a lot with Vil, lol)

Warnings!:

Stressed Reader

Passing out

Lack of self care; Reader

Small mental breakdown; Reader

Word Count:

Approximately 2.58k

Of course- of course Crowley had to assign you maintenance work on campus...again. I mean was this guy serious? Fixing up some architecture, whether that be painting or patching up small holes, then you had to fix up the flower beds, make them look presentable and pretty! Better points for the college, Crowley says. Sadly, however, you’re not done yet, because you have to go help out with a few clubs and observe them since you haven’t, and well, kind of can’t join one yourself, this again was to earn your keep as a student, Crowley says. Then of course, there’s the never ending supply of homework from Professor Trein and Crewel, which you have still yet to do since you’ve been so choked up with everything else Crowley dumps onto you on a daily basis. All for you to earn your keep in Ramshackle, all for you to earn your keep of you and Grim being considered students. And all for you to earn your keep of just barely even living!

It’s tiring, a cumbersome array of tasks on your list that only seems to get longer and longer each day. You get to bed late, and then you have to get up at 6, get yourself ready, get Grim ready, make breakfast, take the hike up to school, and the cycle repeats. You’re tired. You’re oh so tired…

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You sit in class, your head bobbing slightly as you try and force your eyes open. You shake your head and rub your eyes, an action that has become the norm for you the past few days. You fight back multiple yawns as Trein finds it to be a disrespectful act in his classroom for some odd reason, though it’s his fault his lessons are so boring. You sigh and you look down at your paper, the words jumbled up to your mind and incomprehensible. Grim scribbles away at his assignment and he does a double take as he looks at you, tapping your forehead with his paw and gets you to look at him.

“Ya look like you’re dying.” He whispers as he crosses his paws, his face graced with an apprehensive look. He lets out a small puff of air and he narrows his eyes at you.

“Feels like it.” You take the time to rub your temples this time and stretch something out, anything to keep you awake at this point.

Luckily for you, the bell tolls and everyone shoots up from their seats, taking their books and papers and getting the hell out of the classroom to escape from the quiet lul of that annoying monotone voice of Trein. You stand up yourself, groggy and a little disheveled as you finally yawn and walk out with Grim.

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Coach Vargas has you all doing a whole bunch of workouts. First it was sit ups, then push ups, step ups on the bleachers, lunges, and now you have to run figure eights out on the field. Grim cheats and floats as usual (wtf man…) and you run alongside the other students, already out of breath.

Of course your mind wanders off to the assignments, reviewing over the items at hand. Trein’s history essay is due tomorrow in class and you haven’t started it yet, so there’s that. You also have to do a write up on the one lab in alchemy for Crewel— woah…

Your vision goes a bit blurry, you stumble a bit as you slow down, your body suddenly giving up on itself and practically going slack. Then you fall face first into the ground, passing out, and going limp, resembling closely to a sack of potatoes.

Students suddenly stop and look at you as you lay upon the ground. Coach Vargas yells for them to get back to work until he also takes sight of you. Well shit.

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Your head pounds and throbs as you finally come back to your senses, you flutter your eyes open slowly but the bright cool white color of the fluorescent lights prohibits you from opening your eyes anymore than just a squint. You try to sit up but your body feels it’s being weighed down by tons and tons of lead.

Grim pops up and he seems to be saying something but the words just sound like a cacophony of vowels as you slowly come back to the state of consciousness.

“Henchhuman! Henchhuman! What happened? You like…died! Don’t do that again!” He pouts at you, clearly worried as he gently paws at your arm. A nurse walks in and assesses you, giving you some sort of potion that tastes like strong rosemary and a hint of garlic, then sends you on your way.

“You were out for like an hour and a half, and everyone in class saw ya just fall right over! Ace created a big scene! And, not just that, Vargas princess carried you out! Bridal style or whatever they call it. It’s gonna be the talk of the school soon, no doubt.” Grim huffs and puffs, shaking his head and heavily gesticulating to further prove his point of concern.

“I’m just tired, Grim. Severely tired, stressed, all of the above.” You sigh, shaking your head. You rub your temples and continue to walk forwards.

“Clearly. I gotta tell Crowley off or something! He’s slowly burning you out...only I can do that since you're my henchman…” He murmurs “You need to take a break. A nice break.” He looks at you and smirks.

“Grim, what are you implying?” You narrow your eyes at him and cross your arms, halting.

“You’ll see, Hemchuman!” He chortles.

“Grimmy, I-“

He zooms past you and makes his way to the mirror chamber within the school. Your head still hurts but you can let him go off and cause trouble on his own, which he will do!

By the time you get to the mirror chamber, praying that Grim didn’t head to a dorm where even breathing wrong could be destructive, you can see the mirror to Pomefiore still rippling. You pause and your eye twitches, fucking hell, he did not.

You head through. What happened to him saying you needed a break?

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When you get through the mirror, Grim is still nowhere in sight, which only means he’s inside of the building. Great! One thing after another it seems.

You head into the castle-like place and walk through the ornate and sparkly hallways, passing by students who pause and go quiet at your appearance, which is tired, hungry, and pissed the fuck off due to the shenanigans Grim is pulling currently at the moment.

As you finally push into the lounge, Grim is yapping to Vil, Grims eyes contorted into a look of worry and his face holding a small amount of smugness to it. Vil does a double take when looking at you, and as soon as you lock eyes with him, he looks you up and down, his eyes going a little wide as if he had just seen his makeup pallet get destroyed. A prominent frown envelopes his features, replacing his once stoic and demure demeanor.

“Spudling…” is all he sighs out. The disappointment in his voice is enough alone to make you hold back any complaints you had to tell to Grim.

You’re irked, and your shoulders tense as you look away bashfully. You look at Grim who floats next to Vil, his chin held high as he smiles like he’s won all the tuna he could ever ask for.

“Eyes on me.” His stern voice reaches your ears and you look back at him, your lips pursed and your hands now behind your back, standing at attention.

“Look at you…” he sighs again as he walks over to you, his eyes narrowed and unwavering as he inspects you carefully, most likely pinpointing everything wrong with you.

“Rook relayed the information to me as to what happened during PE. I would have found you myself if not for Grim leading you here. At least he’s useful for that.” He clicks his tongue, a regular action for him to make while disapproving of something.

“Truly, what makes you think what you’ve been doing is any good?” He crosses his arms and shifts his weight to one leg as he waits for a response.

“I. Well. You just- I don’t think you’d really understand, Vil, if I can be honest.” You shake your head. “I have to do it. To stay here, you know? So, it’s whatever. I’m fine, I promise. Didn’t get a lot of sleep last night and that’s it-“

“Don’t play coy. Anyone can see that you’ve been disregarding your own body’s needs for more than just a night, and sleep is not the only thing you seem to be lacking.”

His words cause you to bristle up, your muscles close to cramping at how tense you’ve become. He looks at you still with a frown and the unamused tone in his voice is…unnerving.

“Ok, well, it’s things I need to get done-“

“I won’t sit here and listen to your feigning utterance.” Vil sighs, yet again, uncrossing his arms and moving to place a hand on your shoulder. In contrast to his demeanor, his touch is soft yet grounding. You visibly relax and you sigh out a soft breath.

“I’ll have Rook see Grim to Heartslabyul, you’re not leaving until I deem you fit to go on your way.” He hums as his hand slides to your upper back, silently and slowly ushering you to follow behind him. His heels click on the ground as you're already halfway down the hall, just now realizing what his words imply for you.

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It’s true Vil took a liking to you, but he’d never admit that, his ego could be damaged, and he prefers to show that he cares through actions, anyhow, being a strong believer in that they speak louder than words.

As soon as you both reach Vil’s dorm room, he has you sit down at his vanity, gently spinning the seat so you’re face-to-face with yourself in the mirror.

“Your eyebags are so dark, and your eyes are sunken in, as well. Your hair also happens to be dry in appearance and texture. Are you eating? I’d hope so, because there is no way to take care of your body by skipping meals.” He rants on as his hands gently work to slip off your blazer, slipping it off of you and draping it over the chair.

“I forgot to eat.” You lie. A white lie. You weren’t that far off from the truth, skipping meals was necessary in your case, money was low and Grim needed to eat more than you, a sacrifice you were willing to make.

Vil pauses, his hands resting on the back of the chair as he looks at you through the mirror. If he kept frowning at you like that he’d get wrinkles, then blame you.

“Pitiful excuse, potato.” He clicks his tongue. “I hope you realize that you don’t have to lie to me.” He shakes his head.

“Wait, Vil, how the hell did you even…I’m not gonna ask.” You cross your arms.

“You’re easy to read, Prefect. You’re not as imperceptible as you may make yourself out to be” He huffs out.

“Lay it on me. It’s good to vent, Potato. It’s quite beneficial, especially to those who have a lot on their mind. It provides an escape.” His voice dips a little lower, becoming softer. You look at him through the mirror again and you see his facial features severely lacking that contemptuous look he always has, and instead it’s replaced with a soft, almost empathetic look.

“I…” is what you can manage to croak out for a second before you clear your throat and look down at your hands in your lap, leaning back in the chair.

“I guess, well. Crowley, you know him. I just have been busy with the work he’s given me, and also the assignments I have to do. Money is tight as always…I have to be careful with what I or Grim buys, so…” you slowly stammer out, the frustration and tiredness in your voice evident.

“I’m just stressed out. Tired, which I guess that’s clear to anyone, though.” Your voice quivers slightly, and before you even know it tears fall down your face, a sentiment to your situation.

You don’t hear any reprimanding from Vil, no sighs or clicks of tongues as you keep your head down, no, none of that. Vil gently moves off to the side of the chair and turns you to face him, gently dabbing at the tears that cascade down your cheeks with a tissue.

“I’m sorry…” you manage to mutter out weakly.

“Nonsense. It’s normal, sweet potato.” He gently murmurs back, his voice mellifluous and calming, anchoring you back to the moment. You take the tissue from his hand and you turn your head away.

“If it makes you feel better, I too, cry. There’s a science behind it in which it releases chemicals to promote a sense of well being.” He hums. “As well as eases pain.”

“I would have never guessed.” You sigh out, albeit sarcastically, now dabbing at your nose.

“Sarcasm? I see you're slowly reviving.” A small smirk forms on his face as he shakes his head.

“I think we have a self care night set in place for us, what do you say?” He inquires.

You hesitate for a moment but you meet his questions with a small nod, earning a genuine and gentle smile from Vil.

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You are pampered, of course. It’s only natural. Vil goes to any extent for the people he holds dear, and you were in need of a night of relaxation. You are fed well with a nutrient dense meal to hopefully make up for your lack of care for your eating habits, and now there’s more in store…

After a few strenuous minutes of following his lengthy skincare routine, you both sit clad in silk robes that are probably worth more money than you could ever make in your life, but the moment is still peaceful. And even more to your surprise, you sit with Vil in his raw form. No makeup, no demeanor that yells “I’m the Vil Schoenheit,” no, just Vil.

He hums quietly as he deliberately shapes your nails, not sparing you a glance as he’s too focused at the task at hand. The calmness of the atmosphere is doing no help in keeping you awake and alert and you soon find your eyes start to grow heavy.

Vil quietly excuses himself to head over to grab a bottle of clear coat for your nails, but before you know it, you fall back onto the comfy bed sheets of his bed, perfume and other scents sending you into a deep sleep before you could even stop yourself from doing so.

“Y/N, would you like color or just the clear coat-“ He looks at you, shutting up immediately as his arms fall to his side. His footsteps are light as he shuffles over to the side of his bed, looking down at you. He sighs and shakes his head.

he moves the comforter over your body, bringing it up to your shoulders. He leans down slowly and places a tentative and soft kiss to your temple before leaning back up.

“This is why self care is important, spudling. I’ll let this slide…just once.”

I don’t know what I was on when I wrote this, but yep, that’s it. Thanks for reading lovelies!

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[cloudcountry]

NRC'S PAINT CHIP PROJECT! — lilac snow

"the soft gentle chill of winter. sleeping under a tree & snuggling for warmth."

Silver is a sight to behold.

People at NRC don’t appreciate his facial features enough. It’s always Vil this and Leona that and sometimes even whispers about Malleus, but never his quiet guard. Silver, with his silky platinum hair and shimmering violet eyes. Silver, with his soft smile and gentle voice. Silver, with his strength and limitless kindness.

And you’re lucky enough to call him yours.

Ramshackle’s front lawn was coated in fluffy white snow, the chill of the breeze carrying snowflakes down to the Earth. You look over at Grim, who's sitting in the kitchen and clutching a mug of hot tea in his paws. He’s staring out at the world outside, comfortable in the very minimal heat Ramshackle retains. Silver is a little ways down your walkway with a shovel, scooping up snow and tossing it away from the stone path. You clutch the hot tea closer to your chest, watching him just in case he starts to get tired.

Of course, he isn’t Malleus’s guard for nothing. This is nothing to him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?” you call out, brow furrowing.

He turns back to look at you and smiles, and you nearly pass out.

“You’ve asked me that seven times now.” he says softly, shaking his head, “I’m okay. You should go inside.”

“Don’t want to leave you alone out here.” you mumble, taking a sip of the tea to hide your undoubtedly flustered facial expression. “Seems cruel.”

“It’s not.” he murmurs, stabbing the shovel through the snow to keep it in place, “What would be cruel is it I made you stay out here to keep me company.”

“It’s not like it’s warmer in Ramshackle. Damn place has swiss cheese for walls.” you huff, and Silver laughs.

You almost drop your tea, you're so shocked. Silver schools his face to seriousness again, and you wish you could plead for him to show you that beautiful sound again.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. You’re funny.” Silver offers you his hand, “Tell you what, I’ll take a break with you. Let’s get you warmed up, okay?”

“I should be saying that to you.” you pout, taking his hand.

Silver’s expression softens. He leans in and kisses your forehead, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“Come on, we shouldn’t bicker.” he tugs you inside, “There’s more important things to worry about.”

“Like warming up?”

“Like warming up.”

[miss-tc-nova]

Debts - Malleus Draconia x Reader

I don't think I can do much more to this one, so might as well just put it out there for now. Lol.

Premise: Malleus is owed a favor

Words: 1,825

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��              The hall and its inhabitants fly past as my feet weave me through the mass. Meanwhile, I can hear the shouting behind me.

               “Get back here!”

               “You’re not getting away with this!”

               “Good job, Grim!” I huff.

               Claws dig into my shoulders as the feline holds on. “It’s not my fault they weren’t paying attention!”

               “YOU HIT THEM WITH PAINT BALLOONS!”

               “THERE WERE SIGNS EVERYWHERE!”

               I break through the other side of the mass, turning back to get a look at my lead. They’ve only just started fighting the crowd.

               “Haha! Catch us if you can, suckers!” Grim goads.

               “Oomf!”

               In the minor victory, I neglected to see the pair I was fast approaching. I’m half convinced I hit a brick wall for the sheer solid mass I hit. The impact easily sends me to the ground.  

               Sitting up, I look up. His skin is fair, dark strands falling across it in beautiful contrast. The neon shade of his eyes is entrancing, gleaming with unfathomable knowledge with just a hint of innocence. His uniform shows much of the same colors, except that means these guys are from Diasomnia.

               Then I remember that I ran into him.

               “Hornton! Shit! I am so sorry!” I babble, scrambling off the floor.

               “Henchmaaaan!” Grim is pulling at my pants.

               “Hush, Grim! Are you okay?!”

               “It’s alright.” His tone does not sound like it’s alright. “It’s not as if such a small collision could actually prove harmful.”

               “So you’re not hurt?’ I ask cautiously.

               The smaller male smiles, teeth glinting. “It would take much more than a collision with a mere mortal to injure Malleus.”

               “Oh good. I’d hate for someone to get hurt in this madness.”

               This time, his brows furrow in confusion. “You were actually worried for me?”

               “Well yeah. I slammed into you pretty hard. If you were ‘mortal’ like me, an impact like that could break something.’”

               His head tilts. “I see. Then, are you alright?”

               A bashful hand meets the back of my head. “Yeah, I’m good. I just fell on my butt.” My words must confuse him.

               A harsh shout jolts my nerves. “There you are!”

               “HENCHMAN!”

               My hand snatches Grim’s paw.

               “Gotta go!”

               I sneak my way around the Diasomnia boys and resume my race through the school to evade my captors.

               Before I can turn the corner, I glance back. The two are still there, but on the floor beside them lies my pursuers, scrambling to get back to their feet. A long black tendril flicks briefly before vanishing under Hornton’s coat.

               My heart skips when I realize those green eyes are on me.

               “Hey! Pay attention!”

               Grim’s shout reminds me of what just happened and I’d like not to make the same mistake twice, so I look ahead and keep running.

~~~~~

               Fluttering pages and shuffling tomes break the absolute silence of the library. Rows upon rows of books begin blending together in an endless maze as I amble along. It’s been hours since I last saw sunlight—hell, it’s been hours since I last saw another person. Yet, in spite of my endeavors, I’m no closer to the answers that evade my search nor the passing grade I desperately need.

               My gaze snags on a promising title regarding venomous plants. Staring up at the book, I determine that I have to check it, however, my reach isn’t even close and I wonder why I even tried. Shoulders slump in defeat.

               “Having trouble, Child of Man?”

               A massive gasp leaves my lips as I press against the bookshelves away from the newcomer. The dragon’s brows rise in surprise.

               “Hornton?! You snuck up on me!” Hand to my own chest, I can feel my heart racing. “When did you get here?”

               “Just in time to observe your struggles in height.” He gestures to the shelf out of my reach. “Allow me.”

               Easily taller, the Diasomnian student plucks the taunting tome from the shelf and offers it to me.

               I almost forget my manners. “Thank you.”

               “I can’t imagine the reason a first-year student would need a herbology book this distinct,” he hums in interest. “What is it you’re studying?”

               “Grim and I are doing our science project on venomous plants and the effect different soil has on their venom.” I flip open the book experimentally. “But for the life of me, I can’t find anything about the one that we found in the woods.”

               “Would you mind showing me this plant?”

               From my bag, I remove the photo of the foliage I had taken with my camera. His eyes widen in surprise.

               “This is an incredibly rare flower to have stumbled upon. Not even the botanical garden has any samples of the Ophiophagus Datura.”

               “Offy what now?” Rummaging through my bag, I pull out at notebook and pen.

               “Ophiophagus Datura. It’s one of the deadliest carnivorous plants in all of Twisted Wonderland. You certainly won’t find any information on it in that book.”

               “Oh great,” I grumble, shoulders slumping.

               “I may know where you can find such information, however.”

               Hope swells in my chest. “Really?!”

               The amused chuckle that leaves his lips shoots through my heart like an arrow. “Of course.” He gestures further down the aisle. “Shall we?”

               “Yes please!”

               Hornton delivers on his word, providing me with three books that have some mention of the deadly flower. He also advises me to speak with Professor Crewel regarding the proper procedures of handling the flower and to use personal protective equipment. I hastily scrawl every bit of information he speaks, ecstatic to finally have made some headway.

               “This is great! Thank you so much, Honrton!” I say, collecting the materials we gathered. “Grim and I are gonna ace this assignment!”

               He’s been wearing that smile nearly throughout our entire academic adventure. Even now, I feel somehow entranced to witness it. “It was my pleasure.”

               The bell tolls, striking me with sudden panic.

               “Oh no! I’m late for my study session! Jamil’s gonna kill me!” Everything gets unceremoniously jammed into my bag and I just about take off. But first, I pause and smile back at the young man. “Sorry to dash, but thank you again, Hornton. I’ll catch you later!”

               He gives a brief wave as I bolt out of the library and straight into the scowl of my tutor.

~~~~~

               Muscles ache and sweat threatens to roll down my back. Leaning over the banister, I stare down at the Ramshackle entrance. Then, with a deep breath, I approach the stone object, press up against it, and heave.

               The monster goes crashing down the steps, chipping several and smashing at least two. Even the floor at the bottom suffers beneath the massive decoration, yet somehow, the statue still survives fully intact.

               A heavy sigh slips past my lips as I carefully make my way down the distraught stairs.

               Then, a head pokes into the room.

               “Hornton?”

               “Is everything alright? I happened to be passing by when there was a loud crash.”

               “Yeah,” I laugh breathily. “I’m just doing something redecorating.”

               “I see. Is redecorating often so…” He peers past me at the toppled statue on the floor. “…loud?”

               I lean against the sturdy thing. “Not normally, no. But I found this neat guy in one of the spare rooms and thought he’d look cool outside in the yard. It was either that or put him in the window to freak out guests—which I’m starting to think was the better idea.”

               A slender finger meets his chin. “I see. He’s quite a handsome fellow. I agree he’d look great standing out in the yard. Yet you seem to be having some trouble?”

               “Well yeah. He’s freakin’ heavy. I don’t know how they got him up the stairs in the first place.”

               “Would you like some assistance?”

               “Ah, it’s alright. It’s pretty…”

               My words trail off as the housewarden reaches for the statue. Without even the slightest strain, he simply lifts the solid stone off the floor. Mouth agape, I watch the young man stroll effortlessly towards the entrance of Ramshackle. One step from the door, he peers back.

               “Where would you like me to put it?”

               Shaking off the stupor, I scurry after him.

               With his input, the two of us pick the perfect spot in the yard to showcase the new lawn ornament.

               “Thank you so much, Hornton,” I say, dusting the top of the creature’s head. “You saved me like four hours.”

               It appears he finds my statement dubious. “That long?”

               “Well it took me three hours just to move him to the top of the stairs.” My smile is full of gratitude. “I really owe you one. Actually, now that I think about it, I owe you like three now.”

               “Oh really?”

               I start counting off my fingers. “Yeah. One for saving my hide after I ran into you, one for helping me with my flower project, and one for moving this guy for me. So if there’s anything I can do for you, just let me know.”

               There’s a lightbulb in his head. “Ah, you mean favors.”

               His innocence of human norms is adorable. “Yeah.”

               “Hmm.” A knuckle to his lips, he thinks. “Perhaps there is something you can do for me—provided you feel up to the task.”

               “Won’t know unless you ask.”

               For the first time, he seems uncertain. “Perhaps, if you were so inclined, we could spend some time together?”

               “Okay. Grim and I were gonna meet up with Deuce and Ace later to watch Vil’s latest movie. You wanna come?”

               Oh that expression says “no”

               “Maybe my intent wasn’t quite clear.”

               “Not clear?” I murmur, thinking about what he said.

               It clicks. It clicks and fire bursts beneath my skin, surging into my face.

               “Oh you mean a date!” A hand slaps over my mouth as I realize I practically screamed that.

               This poor man stands there, looking shocked at my sudden, loud, awkward outburst.

               Fingers shift from my mouth to my eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

               “Ah…I see. My apologies for being so forward. I—”

               “No!” I interrupt, waving frantic hands. “Nonononono! I’m sorry for yelling. I’m not sorry for—I’m not—I mean—Yes! I would love to go out on a date with you!”

               Gods, I wish he’d just put me out of my embarrassing misery now.

               His confusion warps to amusement and soft laughter escapes his lips. It doesn’t exactly help my fever, but he’s not laughing out of mockery or bullying. It’s genuine and maybe even a rare occurrence for him.

               “How is it that you always manage to be so charming?”

               His question makes no sense to me in this bashful state. “I think I’m just lucky our definition of charming seems to differ.”

               Careful fingers slip beneath my hand, lifting higher and higher, stopping just short of his lips.

               “Well, regardless. I look forward to you settling your debt.”

               That’s when his lips meet my skin.

~~~~~

Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

[vomitspit2]

concept with dullahan! dire crowley OR dullahan! floyd leech, you can imagine either ⁽(◍˃̵͈̑ᴗ˂̵͈̑)⁽

now playing harley poe’s vengeance the demon / close the door / outcrowd

part i. vengeance the demon.

it always starts with you running. it has never once changed; you, desperate and panting, throw yourself across the earth on two lunging legs.

sometimes, you trip. sometimes, you crash into things. but you always keep running and running away from the sound of clomping hooves in pursuit. they echo in the mine ruins that you always find yourself in, sounding like an army of horses instead of the single one giving chase.

one time, you finally manage to reach the end of the mine shaft as you can see these polka dot patterns of light just ahead. you break out into a sprint.

the air is less humid when you burst out of the mines like a bullet passing through a body. you make a wild run for the houses lit by lanterns. pumpkins are on each porch. you end up stumbling into one, acquiring a new shoe, as you throw yourself against the door.

“please! he’ll kill me! he’ll kill me he’ll kill me!”

the only response you get is the window by the door opening just slightly. you almost miss the motion, so focused on pounding your fist against the wood. but through your eyes and the blood and the mud, you manage to spy it. two fingers opening up a crack in the blinds and one single eye peeking at you.

“please … please …” you sniffle, blood and snot a thick mélange running down your lips.

the eye stares at you. it looks like an immovable stone, something that has already made its decision. the light of the glowing pumpkin and lanterns pale in comparison to how bright the eye is.

“i can’t help you, yous folk is marked.”

ii. close the door

the girls and boys at your university hate you. your parents don’t hate you but they don’t like you either. you’re not even sure you like yourself.

the only person (and he’s not even a person) who loves you is your black cat, grim.

grim purrs at you which you take as validation as sweet as boyfriend saying he loves you or as validation as heartwarming as a best friend saying she’s grateful that two of you have become friends because no one gets her like you do. in him, you find validation that you have been missing since you were seven and that boy died at your birthday party.

it wasn’t your fault. your hands were only on the reins because the handler asked you, the birthday girl, if you wanted to hold and guide the horse. you must’ve fucked it up somehow because the horse reeled up, a black stallion of huge proportions looking like something carved into a monolith, before the stallion kicked back his legs and struck a boy in the head.

blood paints over the grass as the first adult came outside with the cake, the beginning of happy birthday on his tongue.

which is why some girls corner you in the bathroom, one wearing a party city horse mask and getting in your face. another kicks the stall, mimicking clop-clop noises with her mouth.

because the town hates you. everyone has always hated you.

it causes you little stress besides tears. what causes you the biggest stress is returning to your dorm, finding your window open yet not finding grim.

you search the streets like mad, shaking tuna treats in your hands.

eventually, you come across paw prints that have found their way into a water storm drain tunnel, those ones cities and towns install to minimize flooding risk. the paw prints are wet and small but you know deep down grim’s in there somewhere.

after some hesitation, you walk in.

it’s dark and humid. and you mean dark as in the only way to tell where walls are is to move your hands outward to check where they lie, you can barely make out shapes in this nebulous black. and you mean humid as your hair is starting to stick to the back of your neck and the place where your inner thighs touch are sweating with a passion.

but you have to find the only person who loves you.

you keep going till your foot catches on something. you don’t trip but you feel around with the sole of your foot, coming to conclusion you are stepping on none other than mine-tracks.

you have to go back. you have to go back! you think with a blinding panic.

but then you hear a meow, soft and faint. gradually, you calm down and call out for grim. please, grim come, you have been traveling too far down this rabbit-hole, both of you need to go home safe and sound.

but he doesn’t come, continuously meowing. a little farther, you can risk going that much for grim.

so you keep going, one of each shoe placed on the sides of the tracks, shaking your bag of tuna treats.

eventually, you come across light. not sparse light like polka dots but bright light that almost blinds you.

they’re celebrating something in a town just a two minute walk away. they are celebrating halloween.

the door on your old life is permanently shut.

iii. outcrowd

grim, you see him. just a bit down the way, he’s weaving through the crowd of people lined up on each side of a giant parade.

you pass by a man breathing fire, another on an elephant, one who is clipping roses from his skin and handing them out to children, another who is — your sight suddenly blurs when two forces hit you with surprising force.

“mama!!” they cry in unison. and two twins with your face but golden eyes gaze up at with love you have never been shown to before by human features.

“i told you two, not to run off during the parade; must i keep you on a leash,” a man with hair split black and white breaks through the crowd.

“oh well now i see why they ran so swiftly,” this mysterious man says as he addresses you. “welcome back, (name); i was worried you weren’t going to make it this year.”

“mama was gonna come this year! dad promised!” the twin on your right says, taking the easy opportunity to slip his hand into yours.

“dad never breaks his promise, uncle crewel! never!” the one on the left clings to your entire arm like a snake.

“i see,” the man tuts, giving you a mischievous wink. “come on then; he also promised to attain this parade,” mumbled under his breath, “if only he stays in the mood to attend this one and not chase his beloved wife around.”

the twins, with a surprising amount of strength, drag you along.

so, against your will, you watch this halloween parade pass by. finally apart of the crowd, loved and cared about by people. not part of that outcrowd that has kept you isolated.

it comes and goes until finally the star of the show arrives, a man cloaked in black, a pumpkin as a head, riding the black stallion from your childhood.

you try to pull away. the twins hold on tight. you watch in betrayal as grim walks up to the horse, only to be scooped lovingly in the arms of the rider, purring away.

that man is going to kill me, you think as he draws closer on that ebony stead of nightmares.

then, finally, he stops his horse in front of you and offers his hand up to you like a man offering up his entire heart, body, and soul. the twin on the right slots your numb hand into the rider’s easily. you are lifted onto the horse, sandwiched between the neck and a warm body, resisting the urge to cry like a baby.

“my wife,” the man behind you breathes amorous on your neck, removing the pumpkin from his face.

a single gold/two gold eyes greet you with such love you almost cry. “how lovely of you to finally join us.”

when he kisses you, you do cry.

[chibi-celesti]

Time for Your Tune Up(Silver Vanrouge)

A/N: The setting for this one takes place around Book 07(specifically Lilia's Dreamscape). Warnings: Innuendo implications leading Gen! Lilia to go sudden dad mode post Malleus’s Overblot. Sebek denying his presence voyeurize Silver and Yumei while making sure Grim is comfortable.

~TFYTU~

“Oi! You there, human!”

“H-hai, Lilia-sama!” Sebek saluted the General. Or rather as much as he could while holding Grim.

“What are you doing standing outside the camp border?” He narrowed his eyes. “If you are trying to plan something, I will cut you down.”

“It's not that sir. My comrades Silver and Yumei needed to take care of urgent matters, so I'm just keeping an eye out so that they return safely.”

“Is that so…” He fixed his gaze to the forest around their encampment, a nagging feeling in the back of his skull.

“Eh?” Sebek began to paint as he saw Lilia take off into the woods. “Lilia-sama, wait!”

“Aaaaand he's gone…” Grim slouched before taking off behind the Bat fae, with the other first year catching up. “Way to go, Dingus! Look what you did!”

“Me!?”

“Yeah, you! Lilia's gonna ruin the procedure, no thanks to you!”

“Well it's not my fault that the human was failing ill!”

“He can't help that he was born that way!”

The two's running and arguing was silenced as a hand grabbed both by the collar and into a bush. Hands covered their mouths as Lilia glared at them. His eyes ordering them to hush. Grim muffled under the hand to let him go until his ears twitched as he heard the sound of a groan. On reflex, he flattened his ears and curled into Lilia's lap a bit.

‘What was that?’ The half fae thought.

On the other side of their location, Silver loomed over Yumei. The latter had his arms wrapped around his shoulders, hiding his face as he waited for the other to start. “Sorry. I'm really nervous right now.”

“It's ok,” Silver said, gently rubbing circles on Yumei's hip with his thumb. “I'll be gentle, promise.”

“Ok…”

The silver haired boy pushed the Life Extending Agent into the other's back. He felt the hold on his neck tighten, but it didn't deter him from stopping. Remembering how his father used to whenever he was hurt, Silver whispered words of comfort to the younger male. “It's ok. You'll be ok.”

Tears pricked at his eyes. “I'm sorry.” He whined in response.

The last of the Agent disappeared inside Yumei. The tension in his body slowly disappeared, and he loosened his arms on Silver's neck. He felt him lightly press their foreheads together; aurora eyes gazing down at red and blue eyes. “Thank you, Silver. I didn't think I would be affected this way in the dream world.”

“It's fine. I'm happy to have helped.”

…

From their location, Sebek, Grim, and Lilia were still hiding. Grim had moved his paws off his ears and sighed. “Ah. Finally, they're done. I doubt I'll ever get used to Yumei getting his procedure.”

His fellow first year's face was red as a tomato. He hated how his brain worked against him, wanting to reprimand them for the noises. But he also didn't want to admit the… ‘things’ his mind jumped to listening to them.

And Lilia, was oddly quiet.

“Lilia-sama, are you ok?”

“...”

“Lilia…you good?”

“...”

Later, post Malleus’s Overblot:

This must be what criminals felt being interrogated. Sweating bullets, clammy palms, alot of fidgeting.

Yumei feels like he'd face trial way better with Riddle, or anyone else really cause the ominous gaze the former war general gave him would've killed him on the spot. He didn't know why he needed to see him after everything that happened, and he really wished he turned him down.

He swallowed down the huge lump in his throat before speaking. “Hey, Lilia-senpai.”

“Yumei-kun.”

“Um. If this is about Tsunotarou-”

He hears him laugh. “No, its not. Though I assure you his recovery is going well. I do hope you get to meet him again soon.”

“Yeah. But, uh. I don't think that was the only thing you wanted to talk to me about was it…”

A not so subtle grin colored the Bat Fae's lips. “While it is a bit faint, Silver had helped you in your time of need. Is that correct?”

“With my Procedure? Yes,” Yumei answered.

“And you trusted him with your life?”

“Yes.”

“And he is aware of what Fate awaits you in a few decades?”

“...Yes.”

“Hmm,” He folded his hands on the table, focusing his gaze into heterochromia eyes. “Well, then there's only one thing I wish to say.”

“Yes?”

“Please take care of Silver, even if I were to pass on before you.”

He was so caught off guard Yumei didn't think he'd heard that correctly. “Huh?”

“I give you my blessing to be with my son. And, I will allow Silver to help you til you disappear from this word as well.”

“Th-thank you, Lilia-senpai!” He quickly bowed.

“Not at all, Yu-kun. You can thank me again after your honeymoon.”

“HONEYMOON?!?!?!”

[small-sinclair]

You’re Safe, Darlin’

A little tipsy but thought of something…maybe a part 2?

A/B/O Sinclairs x little sister!reader (not dating)

Welcomed reader: @sketchy-rosewitch

Tw: reader isn’t a wolf, car crash, injured reader, glass, blood, not proofread

Granted, you were lost as you were trying to get home tonight, and it was raining. Luckily, you were in the daylight still as you drove down the unknown road… but why did you know it? Why did the turns and gravel seem like a home you never knew? An address written on an unsent letter.

Still, you drove your car down the road to try to find a place to turn around or ask for directions. Maybe you should’ve turned left instead of right… either way, all roads leads to home. Your father told you that a couple months ago when he was drunk with his friends, but it was good advice. Though he wasn’t your real dad, he made an effort to keep you safe and warm.

“…and that was Fall Out Boy’s new song. Stay tune for the weather,” the man said over the radio as you drove past an old truck with wooden gates on the sides, dirt and grim covering the back. You let out a shaky breath as you listened to the weather closer. “There’ll be a thunderstorm rolling and a few tornado warnings and watches in the listening area. Please be advised and keep listening to WOB 102.5…”

Maybe I should pull over? You thought as you looked for a road. Maybe wait for this to pass?

Out of no where, two deer jumped out on to the road. You slammed the breaks and the wheel turned too fast. You slide to the side and felt the car roll, jerking you to the right then left then right again. You closed your eyes and covered your face as glass shattered over your skin. You rolled two more times until you stopped on your tires. The air bags blew sometime before but you couldn’t remember.

All you knew that it was a bad time for the radio to be playing, “Like a Little Prayer”.

Your ears ring as your eyes slowly opened. Your blue vision came clear when you saw something large and black standing in the middle of the road. The wolf must’ve been standing 5 feet tall, and it looked longer than each other. It’s large blue eyes glared at you. The rain poured over it’s thick black as if it were an umbrella for the wolf, but your brain told you it was too big to be a wolf. The paws were way too large for a normal one, but your brain shouldn’t be worried about this.

Then something burned in your stomach. You looked down and nearly threw up. Window glass burned your stomach, stabbing your lower gut. You felt the blood flow from your shirt and warming your thighs. You wanted to scream, to cry, but couldn’t find the strength to do so. You leaned your head back and looked at the dog—

It’s gone.

…maybe it’s better this way.

Your eyes rolled back and started to drift away to a forgotten home where brothers welcomed you. Twins hugging you while another your age giggling about a cool animal he just found. One twin with scars on his wrist. One twin that wore a mask to cover his face, the scar that Daddy left. You couldn’t remember their names, but you saw their faces when you looked at the memories.

You thought there was always wolves around your house when your brothers and real father were gone. There were always a black wolf guarding your bedroom window while another wolf with half a face fought the smaller red one in a playful matter.

Maybe the wolf you saw was your old friend?

Who knows, y/n… who knows.

**************

You were breathing too slow as you came back. You were too weak too move, too tired to do anything. The pain in your stomach and over your thighs, the feeling of dried blood over your hands felt like chipping paint over wood, and your head pounded.

Turning your head, you found that you weren’t in your car anymore. You saw an oxygen tank, and your arm was hooked to an I.V. . Under you, the feeling of soft cotton and cold sheets welcomed your curling fingers as you tried to keep your eyes open. The blankets over you were at your shoulders and kept you warm.

Slowly, you turned your head and looked up at the ceiling. Glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to a dark blue ceiling, just like your childhood room. You smelled the blanket and smiled: honeydew and lemon, your childhood home smell.

You felt as if you were never taken from your brothers.

Thunder rumbled as muffled footsteps came to the room and entered. Then a familiar face came to view, and you felt yourself tear up. He was looking down at you, all grown up, your brother. His bright blue eyes and untamed curls still the same as he gave a sad smile. You saw his wrist, scarred and roughed, as he pushed your hair away and brought your blanket up higher.

You opened your mouth the greet him, to say something, but all that came out was a rough cough. You felt your body jerked at it as it burned your body, and you felt pain surge all around. You closed your eyes as your fit passed. All of it left you exhausted as your eyes opened again.

“Yer safe, darlin’,” he kept his voice low and calm. “Yee gonna be alrigh’.” Sleepiness took you again as the pain became too much. “I’ll stay righ’here as long as ya need, okay, sweetness?” He looked over you then the I.V. Frowning, he looked behind him. “I’ll hav’ Vince put another on.”

…Vince. Vincent.

“B-Bo?” You whispered. “Beauregard?”

His eyes lit up sadly as he nodded. “Yea, yea… ‘at’s right. ‘S me… ‘s me.” Bo chocked back tears as he sat next to you. “Ya need to rest.” Bo should have Vincent put you under some more pain killers. He should try and keep you sleeping until your wounds heal, but that’s not fair. It wasn’t fair for anyone that you were hurt.

It’s his fault. He was hunting, getting anger out. No saw some deer and ran after it and didn’t think that someone would be driving. When he saw your car tumble and roll, he knew it was you. He knew your cherry and vanilla scent anywhere, and it burned his nose as he watched your car.

Granted he thought the state took you far from Louisiana because he lost track of you years ago and… and he gave up. He gave up looking for you. Vincent gave up, too, because he stopped washing your bedsheets. Lester gave up and drank himself drunk. All gave up… but he found you. He found you in the worst place possible: glass squished into you ribs, your leg broken, and blood… too much blood.

If only he wasn’t a killer, a hunter just like his father—

“I’m sor-sorry I left,” you stuttered through pain. You can’t do it. You just can’t. “I’m… sorry…”

“Y/n? Darlin’, shh, shh,” Bo hushed you, his hand combing your hair back. “Save your breath. Please… please, rest.” He looked at the shadow in the doorway and found a nervous Lester standing there with his hand turning his shirt. Bo looked back at you and forced a smile. “I need ya t’rest.” He found your hidden hand and took it. “Bo’ll watch’ya an’ keep ya safe.”

“The wolf,” you babble. “Where’s… where the wolf?”

He swallowed hard as he brought your hand up to his forehead. He kisses your hand as he clinched his jaw. “Wolf’s gone.”

“Killed it?”

He shook his head as Lester stood next to Bo, who had tears streaming down his cheeks. “No, sweetheart. I didn’t.”

“Safe?”

“Yes,” Lester answered this time. “Yer safe.”

Your eyes light up. “Lessy,” you said happily, a smile forming. “Hi..”

“Hi,” Lester answers. “Heya, sweet pea.” He looked over at the door and nodded at the other. Slowly but surely, Vincent stood next to Lester. Under his mask, you saw his lone blue eye and tears falling. “Remember Vincent?” You nodded. “Cause Vincent-Vincent took car’o ya.”

You stiles at them as he winced at the sharp pain. You gripped Bo’s hand and sighed painfully. Bo looked between you and his brothers. He licked his lips. “Sleep, y/n. We’ll talk when ya healed.”

You looked up at the ceiling again and felt a smile form. Home. You were home.

“Bo?”

“Yeah?”

Sleep called your name like a lullaby. “Nightlight?”

“Vincent’ll turn it on. Promise.” Why did he feel like he was losing you? Why did he feel like you were dying all over again? “I promise, darlin’.”

Then the pain took you in its warm embrace. You closed your eyes as the world went black again. Maybe you’re dreaming that you found your brothers, finding hope that there were there in your last moments alive. All you knew was that the monsters were gone and your brothers are here.

Your hand loosened as a relaxed sigh escaped. Hello darkness. Take this Icarus with open arms.

[quess-art]

Even More TWST Event Outfit Designs for Yuu! MC

Requested by @thelazyhermits

Witch Design Notes

Based off of Grim and his Halloween costume

Puffy ivory shirt and petticoat for colour balance and to match with Grim!

The sleeves are puffy with blue lining to mimic cat paws. The metacarpal pad is where the arms would go through but the opening is large enough that the blue lining is visible. The digital pads are pieces of fabric (so you can't stick your hand through them) but the rounded style of the sleeves allows you to place your hands there like giant kitty gloves

The boots have thick air soles that mimic cat paws & provide support

Fishbone waist chain

Thigh-high socks have spiderwebs (left leg) and pumpkins (right leg)

The translucent cape is attached to the back lining of the waistcoat to match the fire on the hat

I tried to stick to the canonical patterns in Grim's design. The exceptions are more subtle so the costume doesn't look too busy

A bunch o' ribbons!

Ignihyde simps so close to living their catgirl dreams

Monster Design Notes

I had a bunch of monster ideas and designs but picked a slightly more accented version of a costume I designed for a friend in real life

Stilts, braces, and crutches all do the job and depending on how you want your monster to crouch (and what's most comfortable for you), you can change the vibe of this costume!

The doll "head" on the back is one of those cheap plastic masks but enlarged and purposefully cracked with stitches (not real stitches but painted with a thick black marker)

For maximum spooks, Yuu hunches like a snapping turtle so when she extends her neck, it seems a lot longer than expected

Yuu wears a black mask to cover up her hair and skin

A majority of the costume is made from old curtains and fabric at Ramshackle so the gross and tattered texture was natural

The bottom of the rubber hands are painted so it leaves a dark, inky print on the floor

Roughly about 200~220cm in height depending on how Yuu adjusts the crutches

Yuu freaked Grim out with the mask and a second time with her whole costume

Yuu can terrorize people around campus at night even after the event is over :) or hang the costume by the door as a home security measure lol

[ser3nityst4r]

Twelfth Repentance

Cater groaned, the prospect of re-landscaping the entire Heartslabyul garden after Riddle's overblot hanging over him like a bad filter. Trey offered a supportive hand, but Cater, ever the picture of sunshine, waved him off. 'Go check on Riddle, yeah? Crowley's orders, remember? Plus, someone needs to make sure the tyrant doesn't wake up and collar more students,' he said, punctuating the sentence with a wink.

Yuu, Adeuce, and Grim remained, conscripted into gardening duty. Grim, ever the embodiment of his namesake, grumbled about depleted magic reserves and an equally empty stomach. 'At least let me eat some fertilizer!' he moaned, pawing dramatically at the ground. It was then he unearthed it - a jagged black gem, winking in the sunlight. 'Whoa! Another one of those black magestones! Just like in the mine!'

Before Cater could process this new information, Grim, driven by some primal instinct, popped the gem into his mouth. Ace, ever so helpful, intervened a few seconds too late. 'No way. After how great that last one tasted, I can't get that thing in my mouth fast enough!' 

Cater could only watch, mortified, as Grim crunched down on the magestone with gusto. 'Ahhhhh! Rich and sweet, but with a complex hint of bitterness in the aftertaste. Equally delicious, but with quite a different mouthfeel from that last one I ate,' Grim declared, oblivious to the horrified silence. 

Yuu could only pray Grim wouldn't sprout crystals or, worse, combust.

Thankfully, the next few days were mercifully uneventful. Riddle's recovery progressed smoothly, the lingering effects of the overblot replaced with a surprising mellowness. The tyrannical edge had softened, replaced by an almost...dare they say it... *reasonable* young man.

The upcoming unbirthday party was approached with cautious optimism. Gone were the draconian rules and punishments, replaced with a more relaxed, albeit still very Heartslabyul, atmosphere. 

'Hm. The garden roses are red, the tablecloths are white... This seems a proper unbirthday indeed,' Riddle mused, a contemplative air about him. 'Is there a dormouse asleep in the teapo- Er, well, I suppose it's fine either way.'

Trey smiled, relief washing over him like a warm wave. 'Not everything has to change completely, you know. Like, maybe spread the jam on your scones, instead of on the dormouse this time? Let's try to set the bar at 'it's great if it's this way,' not 'it absolutely has to be this way,'' he suggested gently.

Their peaceful haven was shattered by a shriek. 'Wait a minute! There’s a white rose!' Riddle's voice, though devoid of its former fury, still held a sharp edge. 

Panic rippled through the group. Yuu, ever the peacemaker, stepped forward, hands raised placatingly. 'Riddle! P-Please try to understand!'

To everyone's surprise, Riddle simply let out a small sigh, the fire in his eyes replaced by something akin to amusement. 'Well, I suppose I can overlook one or two mistakes.' He gestured to a paintbrush and pot of red paint, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jaws dropped. Was this…leniency? They had stumbled into an alternate dimension, surely. Grim’s ears and fur stood still in pure disbelief and shock.

Riddle, having painted the offending rose with a flourish, proud ruby. He presented his latest culinary masterpiece - a strawberry tart, glistening enticingly. Ace, relieved by the lack of impending doom, eyed the dessert with unconcealed hunger. Trey, ever the supportive friend, was already showering Riddle with compliments.

Then, they tasted it.

'Why is this....' Ace choked, his face contorting in disgust. 'salty!?'

Riddle, his face paling, stammered, 'But I followed the rules exactly, and measured everything precisely! Unless... Oh!' He gasped dramatically. 'Could it be... from the oyster sauce?'

Deuce choked on his own laughter. 'Wait... did you actually use that Walrus-brand oyster sauce Trey jokes about?'

Riddle's face was a picture of horrified realization. 'But Trey said that oyster sauce is an unlisted secret ingredient in all tarts! He said all the finest bakers use it...'

Ace burst out laughing. 'And you actually believed him?! How could you not tell he was joking?!' He doubled over, clutching his stomach.

Yuu, unable to help herself, smacked him upside the head. 'Dumbass, you fell for it too.'

Trey could only stare, flabbergasted. His simple prank had somehow ensnared both Riddle *and* Ace? The absurdity of the situation was almost too much to bear.

Cater, however, surprised everyone by taking another bite, a thoughtful expression on his face. 'It's not *that* bad,' he ventured. 'Salty sweet can be good, you know?'

Grim, who had already devoured half the tart, nodded enthusiastically. 'Yeah, kinda like those weird dishes that taste oddly great!'

Trey, noticing Cater's nonchalance, raised an eyebrow. 'You like it because it’s not sweet, right? You casually bring up my 'Paint the Roses' spell every time we're eating sweets. You hide it pretty well, but that was a giveaway.'

Cater slumped, defeated. 'Ack! My secret is out! This is so so embarrassing! Especially after what happened to you and Riddle. I should have learned by now that keeping your feelings on the DL is not a great idea..' 

Trey chuckled, patting Cater's shoulder. 'Don't worry about it. How about this - next unbirthday, I'll make you a quiche. Savory, delicious, and magicam-worthy, just like you.'

Cater's face lit up. 'Deal! Make sure to get a good shot of the smoke!' 

And so, the unbirthday party continued, a strange blend of chaos and newfound understanding. The storm had passed, leaving behind a sense of fragile peace, and the lingering taste of salty strawberry tart. Similar to the calm before a storm, there might just be another one.

[flygefisk]

i will not ask you where you came from i will not ask and neither would you

syndor (he/they), who lives a humble life. he seems content, with his garden and his chickens, but there's something behind his eyes. maybe he's running from something.

howl (any pronouns), who has a second chance. it died with blood under its nails and came back different in some ways- but the wildness is still part of him.

(tw for blood, death mentions under the cut)

once, long ago, there was a god. it was a wild, ancient god, one of blood and lust and life. a forest god.

the god scented blood on the air, dragon blood. it cared little for the civilized folks, as most gods do. it cared little whether they lived or died. but it was a curious god, so it tracked the scent, bounding on deer's hooves to its source.

the god's paws left no tracks in the blood-soaked earth around the dragon's remains. the god considered the creature for a moment: the blade buried in its stomach, hands and coverings stained dark, its face contorted in rage. there was another scent here, under the obvious blood and rot, one even more familiar to the god.

a wild something, indescribable even to the god of such things, coiled around the body that was once its own. it stared up at the god, its teeth bared. the god raised its head and howled in its many voices, joined soon by the wolves and coyotes and hawks and hares of the forest, a mournful harmony of all wild things.

the something howled too, until its song became a scream, letting loose all the sorrow and love and rage of a life that would never have been enough.

the forest went silent. the god lowered its head and nuzzled the something, like a doe to her fawn, like a bear to her cub. wild things understand each other. they don't need words. the god heard the something's quiet plea:

another chance.

-----

once, not so long ago, there was a man. he walked through an overgrown forest, dirt on his hands and his shovel. he loved walking in the forest, listening to the sounds of nature. it was calming.

he paused near a burbling creek to wash the sweat from his face. he sighed in grim satisfaction- tired, sore, numb. but it was over, at last.

the man realized, after staring into the water for long minutes, that something was different. wrong. the forest was silent here. his eye was drawn to a large stone behind him- half his height or more, veined with black and glittering white patches. on its face, a hand print painted with something dark.

a strange impulse took over, something wild within him, and he began to dig.

-----

once, now. a scraping sound. crumbling earth. cracking twigs. then, light. sunlight. warm and bright and so welcome after so long in the dirt.

the creature reached out from its grave. its hands- long, clawed, discolored- shook as it pulled itself up. it blinked against the morning light, yawned as though waking from a long nap.

it almost didn't notice the man with the shovel. he stared at it, his expression unreadable. it ignored him, letting the world wash over it: a cool breeze on its face, the sound of the water, of birds and insects, of wind through the leaves, the cloying scent of dark earth giving way to flowers and trees.

finally, the man held out a hand- blistered, rough, covered in soil- and the creature let him pull it from the earth.

the man removed his cloak, wrapping it around the creature's broad shoulders. it rubbed the fabric between its clawed fingers- soft, warm, dark like good soil- and smiled. it should have been frightening, with its sharp claws and sharper teeth, but the man just smiled back.

wild things understand each other.

[sagessge]

Your paw on my hand,my dear friend

It was you with me when I was at my end

You licked my salty tears

And I saw you there

Your shiny eyes and everlasting smile

It doesn't last though,when we're away

I swear no human can love as pure as you do

To them you're just a pet

To me you are my friend,my companion

My support,the only face that makes me smile no matter how grim I am

I talk to you and I open my heart

Knowing that you won't give it away

Knowing that you might not understand but you try

People come and go

But you,please stay

I've heard them say "Pets are just a chapter for us,to them we are their whole book"

Yours is the chapter I adore,I annotate,I come back each time when my eyes feel soar

And your smile paints on my face

I've never smiled so much

You made me heal,for real

And you are my favorite chapter

Keep your paw on my hand longer,my friend

Stay

[cringecrew]

Church Grim/Black Dog/Black Wolf Kin Tips!

Hi! I’m M from @cringecrew and recently discovered that I’m a church grim, so here’s some stuff I’ve been doing.

⟡ painted nails! Chipped black nails are so church grim.

⟡ big black hoodies <33 I have three and they feel really protective

⟡ chains! chain collar, chain leash, pants chains

⟡ smokey & smudgy eyeliner and eyeshadow esp with bright red accents (like inner corner red)

⟡ having something to protect and watch over, I spend a lot of time in our backyard just Surveying and making sure all is in order, a good activity with our Doberman <3

⟡ I’m gonna make a little fairy garden type graveyard for my shelf! it’ll be mine to watch over! (I can post pics later when I do it)

⟡ black gloves and socks, feels like paws

[mimiii-3]

hiiiiu I would like hdcns for the third-year students (I think they were leona, rook, malleus, cater, trey and vile?) reacting when they find their mc fem playing manicure and spa with her little sister and grim, just a scene sweet and touching :')) that would be all, tenks <3

Hi anon! Thanks for the cute request :)

Twst boys react to reader having a spa day with her little sister and grim

Note/warning: female reader, 3rd years, fluff

. . .

Leona

• oh brother, you’re one of those ‘I love kids’ types (he is too)

• shakes his head and lightly smiles

• the three of you are making an absolute mess

• grim squeezing glue on your sister’s nails; you accidentally spilling all of the tiny gemstones

• Leona scrunches his nose at the array of smelly chemicals, lounging on the couch and basking in the domestic bliss

“Can someone please open a window? It smells just like how it looks in here.”

Rook

• had let himself into ramshackle dorm to probably sift through your personal belongings

• finds you applying face masks to your little sister and grim

• watches with heart eyes

• loves how gentle you are with them

• makes him fall deeper in love with you

• eagerly joins in to apply a face mask on you

“How do you like it, mon amour? Did I do a good job?”

Malleus

• heard the three of you giggling up a storm

• you’re tying bows into your sister’s hair while she plays with grim’s paws

• wait…are you wifey/mom material???

• your sister waves him over and asks him to lean down

• he does as she says and she ties a pair of pink bows to his horns

• great. now your sister is his sister too

• looks over to find you watching them with your loving gaze

• starts to plan your life together at that very moment

“Do you prefer diamonds, emeralds, or rubies? I need to know what to use for your engagement ring.”

Cater

• woke up from his nap to a slew of magicam notifications

• opens the app to see a bunch of pictures of your sister and grim painting each other’s nails

• speeds over to ramshackle dorm

• please let him join in

• sits down in a circle with y’all and helps to paint your nails

“We should do this every weekend! Maybe we can start a magicam account just for our spa days!”

Vil

• despite the wrinkle-free smile he’s sporting, Vil is actually ecstatic

• you invited him over to ramshackle dorm to teach the three of you some makeup techniques

• he’s so gentle in the way he applies makeup to your little sister and grim

•after, he makes his way over to you

• he’s so close as he lovingly applies foundation

• you mutter under your breath ‘that he would make a good dad’

• Vil looks up at you with an unreadable look

“But of course I would. I’d make a good anything.”

Trey

• Trey makes his way into ramshackle dorm and sees you, your sister, and grim lying down, covered in hot towels

• he greets you all but no one responds

• he finds out that all three of you are soundly asleep

• heads to the kitchen to bake up some sweet treats for the lot of you to share

• makes his way back to the lounge to find you all cuddled up on the couch, chanting for Trey to deliver the sweets

“Relax with the chanting already. I’ve brought your spa day snacks. Don’t scarf them down too quickly. I can always make some more.”