#I am not your errand runner

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

Me, about to head home from filling out paperwork at work: *Texting my mom* I'm on my way back, do you need anything?

Her, texting back: No, I'm OK.

Me: Ok

Me, an hour later: I'm going to the store, do you want or need anything?

Her: No, I should be good.

Me: You sure?

Her: Yes

Me, an hour and a half later: *Taking a nap because my head hurts*

My mom: Heeeeey, so, your head feeling better?

Me, sensing an ulterior motive: Why?

Her: ....

Me: ??

Her: I need you to run to the store.

[temiizpalace]

Can i have Malleus and Leona with prompt 3?

☆┊PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER! NOT HIS! (🐉 vs. 🦁)

SUMMARY: THEY BOTH OFFER HIS SHOULDER TO REST ON. WHO KNEW IT BECAME A FULL BLOWN WAR!

CHARACTERS: malleus draconia vs. leona kingscholar

EVENT MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy, crowley sucks at being a guardian 👎👎👎

NOTES: leona suffering chronicles part 3!!! /j tysm for your request!

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

˚∘☆∘˚

helping crowley had many benefits.

weekly payments, a home and shelter, and a beloved father figure. that’s what he claims anyway. however, from yours and grim’s experience, there were also many drawbacks; he forgets to pay you, he forgets about you, you’re his favorite errand runner, and you tend to pull all-nighters in order to finish up his chores.

in short, helping crowley was just asking for a death wish. finally finding some free time in your day to rest, you sat onto a nearby bench hidden by the trees, basking you in some shade.

“urgh.. if i have to run down anymore papers to crewel i think ima be sick.” grim groans, stretching himself into your lap before curling up to nap. “tell me about it.. im sick of being sam’s supplier.” you sigh, leaning your head onto the back of the bench. “child of man? what are you doing outside of class?” a certain prince calls out, suddenly sitting by your side.

“tsunotaro? i could ask you the same question.” you laugh, suddenly snapping yourself awake. “wasn’t there a housewarden meeting today?” you ask, seeing his face twist into a pout. “if that is the case then they have failed to invite me.” he sighs, crossing his arms with a frown.

“seriously? again?” you scoff, shaking your head. “i’ll have a talk with crowley about this when i see him later.” you smile at him, patting his back. “i appreciate it. you’re too kind, really.” malleus looks into your eyes, not being able to resist smiling back at you. as you both continue to converse like normal, you have yawned far too many times for the poor boys liking.

“are you sleeping alright? i believe you yawned at least 10 times during our conversation. are my topics too boring for your liking?” he frets, sudden worry overriding his emotions. were you losing interest in him? are you going to leave him?! oh no. no no no no no no no no—

“why would you think that?! im always interested in what you have to say. crowley has been working me ragged lately, that’s all.” you reassure malleus, giving him a thumbs up as if what you said wasn’t concerning in the least. “why that lousy..” he mutters, eyes narrowing at the facts. how dare that stupid insolent prick drive his poor beloved prefect to the brink of exhaustion. it’s inexcusable.

“im on a break for once, so me and grim were just resting here.” you smile, pointing to your sleepy catlike companion. speaking of catlike companions, leona watched from a faraway tree your little chat with malleus. yuck. he’s already annoyed when you talk to other beastmen, but talking to that horned bastard just left a bad taste in his mouth.

“well, you’re more than welcome to rest on—”

“hey.” leona huffs, plopping himself beside you. malleus’ eye twitched at the sight. are you shitting me. what is he doing here? isn’t there a housewarden meeting for him to attend to? go away. “leona?! shouldn’t you be at the housewarden meeting?” you exclaim, practically taking the words right out of malleus’ mouth.

“mm, ditched. no way am i attendin something stupid like that first thing in the morning.” he shrugs, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable. “looks like someone wasn’t invited.” leona grins, pointing at the obviously annoyed prince sitting beside you. “if you had just come to insult me, then you can take your leave and save it for later, kingscholar.” malleus replies with a polite yet harsh tone.

“not everythin’s about you, lizard. can’t i care for my own underclassmen?” leona frowns, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “..pardon?” malleus furrowed his brow, watching as the lion prince got far too touchy for his taste. “they got eye bags, probably haven’t been sleeping well. since im such a kindhearted senior, i don’t mind if they rest a lil.” he smirks, leaning you onto his shoulder.

“really?!” you shout in disbelief, nearly waking poor grim up. leona was one to never admit to anything, always keeping you guessing. seeing him so.. direct threw you and malleus for a loop. “would you rather rest on tree bark?” he raised a brow, leaning closer to your face. “nope! thanks i guess, leona.” you hastily accept, deciding not to question it.

“thanks for talking to me malleus, it kept me from falling asleep.” you smile, now shutting your eyes. in a matter of seconds, you had already fallen asleep, relieved from all the previous exhaustion. the two princes glared at one another, tensions rising to new heights. “your services are no longer needed, you can go to the housewarden meeting. consider it an invite.” leona chuckles, waving malleus off towards the hallway, earning a genuine look of anger from the usually calm and collected fae.

“i appreciate the sentiment, but i believe the child of man and i were having a heartfelt conversation before you showed up. as king of briar valley, consider yourself excused.” malleus retorts, moving you over onto his shoulder. leona scowls in return to his obvious insult, very gently moving your head back to him. “if i remember right, they chose to lean onto me. not nice taking what’s not yours.”

“don’t act like you didn’t just steal their attention.” malleus scoffs, tugging you back towards him. “why you horned bastard.” leona growls, bearing his fangs at the now smug prince. and so, the game of tug of war began. constant pulling back and forth, back and forth, it was a miracle you hadn’t waken up yet. poor prefect..

HOWEVER, a certain someone else felt the shaking, and just couldn’t stand it. grims eyes flutter open as he looks to the two housewardens tugging you left and right with a frown. “HEY,” grim shouts, startling the two as they looked down. “do ya mind?! some of us need to get a lil shut eye.” he hisses, trying to look at the very least intimidating. “shut it, pipsqueak.” leona grunts, glaring at grim.

“grim, i believe it is best if you don’t intervene.” malleus stated sternly, moving him off of your lap. “HOW DARE YOU! GRIM THE GREAT LISTENS TO NOBODY! [MC]! WAKE UP, WE’RE SLEEPING SOMEWHERE AWAY FROM THESE FREAKS.” grim shrieks, almost rupturing both of their eardrums.

you stir awake at grim’s shrill voice, rubbing your eyes with a grumble before looking downwards. “huh..? oh, tsunotaro? leona? you’re still here?” you mumble, turning your your sides to see the two boys covering their ears. “let’s get outta here and sleep somewhere else. crowley might find us and give us somethin else to do.” grim frowns, tugging your hand.

“alright, alright, jeez. calm down, will ya?” you sigh, reluctantly getting up and following him inside. “i’ll see you both later! don’t go arguing more, ya hear?” you show them a smile before grim drags you out of sight, leaving both boys dumbfounded.

“it’s your fault they left. tch, dumb lizard.” leona grunts, glaring daggers into malleus. “my fault? how about saying that again after i shave off that mane of yours?” he jeers, feeling a vein about to burst. “haah? what was that?!”

they did indeed, argue again.

A/N: three leona requests in a row is crazy 😭😭 he can’t catch a break (imagine leona bald tho)

date published: 8/25/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[darkbluekies]

The track runner reader fic w/Silas got me thinking👀

Hear me out okay..

Ballerina reader x Silas

How would he react to see her practice,her shows

Swan lake, Giselle..

Italian fouettés, Entrechat quatre x3 royale, Developpe A la Seconde etc

Yk the high extensions,leg holds the whole shebang

Just a thot👀

Stolen part

Yandere!mafia x fem!reader

Summary: you've finally been granted to do ballet, but when Silas sees you upset, everything turns into a nightmare

Warnings: yandere, mentions of blood, broken bones, a lot of guilt and confusion, panic attack(?), reader just feeling horrible

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I took some creative liberty with your request, I hope that's okay. And uh, I know 0 about ballet, so take this with a handful of salt<3

One performance — that’s the deal. One single performance and then you’ll go back to normal life. You nearly fainted when he told you that you could do one dance, after months and months of begging, pleading and crying. You almost started threatening him when you became desperate enough. 

“Well … we’re here”, Silas sighs as his men stop the car. “You know the rules, don’t you? Do we have to go through them again?”

“No, I know them”, you smile. 

You take his hand while exiting the car. Silas smiles and squeezes your hand softly. It’s worth all the trouble, he tells himself. If you’re happy, then it’s all worth it.

When you enter the practice room, you’re met by a dozen other girls wearing the same clothes as you. It’s been such a long time ago that you’ve felt so … included. There’s a certain feeling about wearing the same thing that creates a unity you can’t explain. 

“Run along”, Silas tells you, giving you a small push towards the group. 

He walks over to the instructor. He can tell right away that she knows who he is. He braces himself. She can either call the police or let him go. If she decides to call the police, he’ll have to create a blood bath and snatch you back in the car. 

“Can I have a word with you?” Silas asks politely. 

“Sure”, the woman answers hesitantly. 

“I can tell by the look on your face that you know very well who I am, so I want to make a deal with you.”

“What type of deal?”

“If you don’t call the cops on me and give my girlfriend an honest chance — because I know that she’s magnificent — I will fund your entire club. All clothes, all expenses, all props, venue, is on me. Fair?”

The woman thinks for a moment. Silas know that the club is underfunded. He knows that she has to agree.

“Okay”, the woman says shortly. 

“Good”, Silas replies and waves at you to come over. 

You skip over with sparkling eyes. He pulls you in to kiss him, in front of everybody. His kisses are always controlled by him, but they always show extremely much love for you, a deep hunger nothing can satisfy. 

“My men will stay to supervise, to make sure nothing happens to you”, he says and gives you another kiss. “Have fun now, little thing. I’ll see you soon.”

You nod. Silas squeezes your shoulder, gives the group of ballerinas a warning stare and then leaves. 

You return to the group. The people who knows who Silas is give you nervous gazes and the ones who don’t look at you with jealousy. 

Well, this is starting off great, you’ll absolutely make many friends.

Time goes on. Silas enjoys seeing the wise smile on your face every time you exit the building after a practice. Every time you’re in practice, he takes the opportunity to do some errands. He always makes sure to come pick you up clean, never covered in blood. 

But one day, you’re crying when you meet him. His heart drops in an instant and he thinks that putting you in ballet was a mistake. It wasn’t worth it at all. 

“What happened, baby?” he asks worriedly and takes you in his arms. “What did they do to you?”

You struggle to talk through your violent sobs. He believes that you’re having a panic attack, but you can still move relatively well. Silas grabs your shoulders and waves at his men to come over. 

“Y/N, what did they do to you?” he asks and looks at his men. “Did any of the others hurt her?”

The men shake their heads. 

“Y/N!” Silas says sharply. 

“I-I didn’t … get … the ... lead role”, you manage to get out through your sobs. 

You know it’s silly, of course. Honestly. It’s childish to cry over not being the main character, but this was your only chance to be on stage before you’ll get pulled back into capture. You’ll never have this much freedom again. It’s embarrassing to cry about this, and you know that very well, but they don’t know how much you’ve suffered to even be in the practice room. 

“You didn’t?” Silas asks shortly. 

“No”, you cry. 

Silas turns to his men and hands you to one of them. 

“Bring her to the car”, he says. “I will be back soon.”

He disappears into the building. The practice room is empty, apart from the constructor who is cleaning up after today's class.

“Oh”, she says, noticing him. “Can I help you?”

“If you're smart, you can”, Silas says coldly. “I heard that Y/N didn't get the lead role. I'm just wondering why?”

“She wasn't exactly what I had in mind for this particular role … I mean, she's extremely good, but just not what I had in mind when I visualized the lead. She's a runner up, though.”

Not good enough, Silas thinks.

“Okay”, he says and nods. “I see.”

Without waiting for an answer, he turns around and leaves. Anger is burning through his chest. Seeing you so upset makes him see red. He would burn down the entire world for you to watch you smile. He walks back to the car where you sit in the backseat and the two men in the front. 

“Hey, baby”, he smiles and sits down beside you. “Are you feeling better? Should we get some food on the way home?”

You nod. Silas smiles and wipes your tears. His men are forced to hear how he sucks the air out of you in the backseat. He devours your lips, trying to comfort both you and himself. He holds you in his arms, letting you cry. The more you cry, the more embarrassed you feel. You’re ashamed because you can’t understand why you are so upset over it. It’s just a role, you’ll still be on stage, won’t you? Is it because you think that you’re better than the others? That you deserve the position of the lead? Do you deserve it because you’re so good or because this is your only chance? The others have many more opportunities to get the role you want, why can’t you just get one? You’ll never be seen again, why can’t you get it?

Why are you thinking like this? You’re not entitled to anything. Has Silas imprinted the narrative that you’re so special, so wonderful that deeply into your brain? Do you believe that you’re this special, one of a kind person that deserve everything because you’re so special? 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Silas asks, caressing your cheek. “You look so thoughtful. Let me in.”

“I- … I- …”, you start, but can’t seem to talk — you can’t even formulate your own thoughts.

“Breathe, baby. It’s okay, you’re with me now.”

“I am breathing … I just …”

“Just …?”

You shake your head. 

“Just hungry”, you lie. “And tired.”

“It’s okay, you’ll get some food soon”, Silas promises and kisses your lips once again. “We’ll stop by McDonald’s.”

You get your food and you eat together with Silas in your bedroom, but you can’t stop thinking about the lump in your stomach. Why are you so upset? Why can’t you put words on your feelings? 

You lay awake the entire night in your empty bed (because Silas is out working) and think. Crying over not getting the lead role won’t make you enjoy the last few weeks in the club. Ballet is your true love, you should do everything you can to enjoy it — specifically because you’ll not get it back. You should be happy with your role — you’re even a runner up! That’s fantastic. You breathe out. Ease sets into your heart. It doesn’t matter what role you get, as long as you have fun. 

When you enter the practice room the next time, you can tell that something is wrong right away. The girl who got the lead part … has crutches. You feel a shiver run down your back. Mortified, you shake your head. Silas. He must have done something to give you the lead role, that you so desperately wanted. He never got to know that you became satisfied with your original role. Guilt washes over you, suddenly you feel extremely sick. You need to take a hold on the wall to not fall. One hand presses against your chest to not vomit. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” one of the body guards asks as they hurry over. 

You nod sloppily. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god. This is all my fault. 

This is what you had been feeling bad about — finally you can put words on that weird feeling in your stomach. You were scared that Silas would do something to the girl that got the lead without even noticing it. If anything, that shows how close you know Silas.

“He … he did this … didn’t he?” you whisper, feeling distant. 

“The boss couldn’t stand to watch you be upset”, one of the body guards answers quietly, only for you to hear. “He made sure to get you the role he wanted.”

You’re freezing. That poor girl. Suddenly you don’t want that part anymore. The part is dirty, and your hands are covered in blood. 

Your mind is anywhere but in practice when you dance your stolen part, but your body works for you. 

Silas is standing out in the parking lot a wide smile when you walk out. He opens his arms for you, but you don’t walk into them. 

“Are you happy now?” he asks. 

“You shouldn’t have done that, Silas …”, you say quietly and shake your head. 

He tries to grab you, but you jerk back. Silas frowns. 

“But you wanted it”, he says. “You had a panic attack. I gave the part to you.”

“Silas, I feel extremely guilty. I stole her part. It’s not fair.”

He grabs your shoulders and force you to look at him. 

“The world isn’t fair, little thing”, he says. “If you have some power, use it. I want to use my power to make you happy, baby. You’ll do better than that girl ever could. You should have gotten that part from the very beginning.”

He gives you a kiss and brings you to the car. 

When the day for the performance arrive, you refuse to come out of the dressing room. The costume looks horrible on you. You can only see the other girl in the mirror. None of the other girls have talked to you after the lead girl ended up with crutches. They all know why you got the role. And how you got it. 

“We start in five minutes, get out!” the instructor tells you and basically pulls you out on stage. 

You see a lot of familiar faces in the crowd. Silas has brought as many of his men as he possibly could. Silas himself is sitting in the front row with his right hand man beside him, smiling at you. You look around. All his men are smiling at you. Weirdly enough, it’s somehow cute. They all look like they could kill anyone in any second, but the second you look their way, big, genuine smiles creeps up on their faces. Turning them from killer machines to teddy bears. 

You dance to the best of your ability. This is what you’ve been begging and pleading for. Better enjoy the spotlight while you can. You can’t help but feeling dirty throughout the performance. Silas, however, has never looked this proud before. 

The second the applauds roll in, you fall to your knees, crying. You fulfilled your childhood dream, but at what cost? A girl broke her leg because of your emotions, you stole her role … you’re covered in dirt that you can’t wash off. You don’t deserve these applauds. You don’t deserve any of this. 

“Y/N!” Silas gasps and runs up on the stage with his right hand man by his side. “Are you okay, baby?”

“I want to go home”, you sob. “Get me out of here.”

Silas nods and waves at his men to walk out. He picks you up and follows his men. 

“You did so well, baby”, Silas smiles while walking. “I’ma always proud of you, but this was something else. Everyone saw how absolutely fantastic you were. You’re an absolute badass, baby. I fucking love you so much.”

You smile slightly. It’s finally over. You’ve achieved your dream — although you wish that you never had done it — and now, you’re going back to your locked bedroom. You almost long for it. 

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I have a request to make if you’re willing. Platonic yandere lamia shinobu x child reader please.

Yandere Lamia Shinobu Kocho x Child Reader

War is a terrible place for a child

Even if they’re blindly motivated to help the cause

Shinobu has always thought this but she was also aware that desperate times called for desperate

Hence her early employment as a battle field nurse

Through a series of successes and coincidental massacres

She’s earned her position of a commanding general

Instructing her scientists and exploring her power with chemical warfare

All while strategizing for her army against the enemy lines

Being a lamia in this kind of environment was helpful

The muscle gave her the extra edge above her human compatriots 

making her a valuable asset 

One that needed to be contacted frequently

“I-I huff huff am h-here huff huff for Miss Sh’nbu!”

The entire camp practically swooned when they saw the young messenger waddle into camp

There were other young messengers

Much faster

Much more outspoken about their dreams to become a soldier or pilot one day

But not you 

Not you 

“Uh I h-heard this huff helps people. S-so I’ll just try my best.”

When she first met you she immediately wanted to fire you 

You were far too small

Legs too short

And all the huffing you were doing made her nervous

“How was your trip, little (Y/n)?”

"It was uh okay, here’s your letter by the way.”

“...Those cuts on your knees…”

“I just tripped a little, I’m okay!”

But how could she

Even the apathetically smiling mad lamia scientist couldn’t deny you

As soon as you tiredly ended up curling into her 

She’s determined 

Whether she makes you an intern or even an errand runner

She couldn’t leave you in the position you were in

She looks into your parents 

Finding them to be a struggling couple that sent you to work 

It irks her when she convinces you to let her do blood work and she finds so many horrible diseases beginning to sprout

Of course she wants to cure them…

But the medical expenses are so much and your family can’t afford that

“How about we make a deal? If you relinquish your parental rights to me I’ll be happy to care for them.”

If they don’t immediately hand you over she’s going to get a lot less nice

How impudent

A lamia helping the weaker humans and they can’t do this one thing for her

It just proves her right when they begin to mentally decline

And once the proper authorities agree they’re just not fit to be out of an asylum

You’ll be placed in her care

It’s probably even more of a wrecking ball if you’re life if your reading it out

“Young messenger (Y/n), we regret to inform you….oh.”

“There There (Y/n) here have some tea its sure to relax you.”

“Uh thanks Miss Sh’nbu…”

“If you’d like you can call me Mom.”

Whatever refusal you can articulate fades with the floaty feeling that comes after having a sip of her tea

Being the medicinal genius she is she’ll make sure her dearest human baby will have no problem fitting into their new life

Now some of her generals will have noticed

The odd amount of time Kocho spends with the asylum director or the little human she wraps her tail around 

“A war is no place for a child!” They’ll protest

“How can she? Caring for a human child?” They whisper

So with a single whip of her tail and a smile that threatens to disappear 

She holds her sleeping child to her chest

“You’re absolutely right about that one thing. A war is no place to raise a child…therefore I’ll just have to end this one quickly.”

Dictatorship, absorbing other branches of the army, or creating an ultimate weapon that only she can use or even defecting to the other side if necessary

This war will end so she can devote all her time to raising you

You’ve run so far

And you’re just so young

She promises she’ll prioritize your well-being and her happiness with you

[theroseredreaper]

hey hey sorry to bother you with another request

I'm having a really bad day with anxiety and so I was wondering if you could do a thing about Sebek, Vil, and Leona and helping the reader handle their anxiety/calm down when it gets too intense?

sorry to add more onto your requests and you don't have to do it if you don't want to of course. Anyway take your time and remember to take care of yourself please Mimi

It’s not a bother at all! I’m sad to hear that you’re having a bad anxiety day and I hope that this can bring you some comfort. I’m more than happy to write this for you, Ryker. And yes, I’ll remember to take care of myself too. <3

Brief Trigger Warning, as per the request: This piece includes the reader in various states of anxiety and panic, and describes the beginnings of different kinds of panic attacks.

Sebek Zigvolt, Vil Schoenheit, & Leona Kingscholar Helping An Anxious Reader

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek paused from his studying at the sudden stop of the soft scratching of your pencil on paper across from him. He took in the tense set of your shoulders with a frown, eyes searching your face, only to find you completely unfocused and staring blankly at your homework.

You were spiraling again, weren’t you?

“Human.”

He cleared his throat at your flinching, scooting closer to gently pry the pencil from your trembling fingers.

“Are you alright?” His voice was now softer, attempting to make his volume a soothing murmur. “You’ve stopped working.”

He kept his eyes on you to keep track of your reactions, reaching out to give your hand a reassuring squeeze at the shaky inhale you gave him. When you were unable to give him a further response, throat too stopped up with anxiety, he gently rubbed his thumb against your knuckles to reassure you.

“Is it your classes again?” He glances at your half finished homework, giving your hand another squeeze. “Worry not!” He attempts to offer you a smile, not in the practice of being brightly reassuring like your other friends might be. “Classes are simply another form of training! I’m quite adept at mathematics and alchemy; any help you should need, we’ll cover all your bases together!”

His smile relaxed at your subtle nod, glad to see that you were beginning to calm down. He gave your hand one more squeeze before letting go of your hand to give you back your pencil.

If it is not your classes that you are worried about,” he began, trailing off for a moment before looking back up at you to return your gaze, voice a touch unsure, “I am more than ready to lend you my aid. Whenever you need it.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Vil Schoenheit

You turned a corner, only to find that it was the exact same as the last three you had walked down. The same stained glass windows, the same carpet runner, the same vases and wainscoting in an endless maze all around you. Why hadn’t you accepted Epel’s offer to guide you through Pomefiore before he left for Spell Drive practice? Where was Rook, or even any other Pomefiore student, to ask for directions? Why had you even accepted this stupid errand from Crowley anyways?

Just as the hallway was beginning to stretch before you into an endless tunnel and your breaths were turning into short, shallow, gasps, a pair of hands gripped you by the shoulders and anchored you back to reality by the strength of them holding you close. The hands belonged to Vil, who looked down at you with a frown. His eyes searched your face, brows pinched with the severity of his concern.

“You got lost, didn’t you?”

You could only helplessly nod, light headed and unfocused. His eyes narrowed and he tsk’ed at you, stepping back so that he could wrap an arm around your back to guide you from the hallway and to his bedroom. He directed you to sit on the chaise in front of his bed as he left for a moment before he returned with a glass of cool water.

“Sip slowly,” he instructed. “And match my breathing.”

He sat beside you, placing a hand on your lower back to silently encourage you to straighten up and ease your shoulders as he began to slow his breathing for you to match. His fingers traced idle, nonsensical patterns on your back in soothing repetitive as he breathed in and out with you. He stayed beside you even after your breathing had regulated, eyes on you to ensure that you finished the glass of water.

“Have you calmed down now?” He waited for a nod, and pressed a kiss to your forehead when he received one. “Good. Now, what was this errand you were sent on?”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Leona Kingscholar

You and Leona were seated in Ramshackle’s living room, settled in for a quiet afternoon of friendly chess matches and snacks to pass the time. Or rather, the two of you were trying to do that, but were constantly interrupted by the incessant buzzing of message notifications coming from your phone. Even though your free time in between classes and all the errands Crowley had you running for him were scarce, everyone you had met and aided on campus up til now would constantly be sending you messages in search of your help with menial tasks.

After the tenth message in under a minute had your breath hitching and dropping a bishop, Leona plucked your phone from the table to silence it, exhaling a sigh through his nose. He’d often argue with you sometimes about your proclivity to help these selfish students that took from your precious free time with no regards to you, but today, before he could open his mouth to make a comment on the selflessness that grated on his nerves because it meant you were always putting others before yourself, he was stopped short by the look upon your face.

Your brows were furrowing as you bit your lip in an attempt to stave off a hot flush of tears from overcoming you, arm outstretched as if you weren’t really sure if you actually did want to take back your phone from him to answer those messages begging for your help.

Leona scowled and put the phone down, out of reach from you.

“Stop that. You’ll give yourself a headache,” he admonished, no bite to his words as he reached over and soothed the furrow between your brows with his thumb. “You gotta let yourself slow down. All this runnin’ in circles that everyone’s havin’ you do is gonna make you crash and burn. Got that?”

He waited for you to give him a nod that you at least heard what he said before he pushed aside the chess board to pull you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you securely.

“They’ve been handlin’ everything just fine without you runnin’ around, bendin’ over backwards for ‘em. Today won’t be any different. You’ve earned some rest. So relax, yea? I’m right here with ya.”

(A/N): I hope you enjoyed and that this was able to bring you some comfort, Ryker! I apologize in advance if any of these characters felt OOC.

[fiber-optic-alligator]

I would love to see some TFA swindle soft vore with a Gn!human <3

Thanks for the request, anon! Here it is! TFA Swindle is so silly, I love how funky he looks. Just a fun salesman who definitely has never broken any laws :D

Deal Or No Deal

Pairing: TFA Swindle x Gn!human Reader

WARNING: This story contains soft vore. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this story.

Word Count: 3230

Summary: After accepting a job as an errand runner for a local arms dealer, you are tasked with sneaking into a warehouse located in an old Detroit harbor freight yard and stealing a piece of Decepticon weaponry. Things go wrong when a certain money-hungry mech catches you red-handed and decides he is in charge of you’re fate.

You hate your job.

  “It’ll be quick and easy.” You quietly hype yourself up as you walk past various decrepit buildings, your steps bouncing off of their walls and echoing around you, creating an ominous phenomenon in which it sounds like someone is following in your wake. Too many times you’ve glanced back just to make sure your imagination was simply running wild and you were truly alone.

  “Just get in, find the piece, and get out.” You reach into your pants pocket and pull out the crumpled map of the freight yard. This part of the harbor is an unsavory neighborhood, too dated to be put to use, yet too expensive to gut and start anew. Thus, it’s trapped in a standstill, with local black market meetings happening frequently and without a hitch. Illegal materials are typically stored here too, due to the perfect real estate; not even the police are aware of how important this place really is.

  Tonight, you will be finding one of those exact materials…and you will be stealing it.

  “No problem. It’s no problem.” You study the map one last time, then tuck it away. “Find the prize. Get it to the boss. Easy. It’ll be fine.”

  You aren’t a thief. Well, you weren’t a thief until now. But you're low on cash, and the threat of going broke is just too high. You don’t want to be out on the streets, so you went down a rough road: you’ve become an errand runner for hire. A local arms dealer wants you to smuggle an extremely powerful weapon out of the freight yard and into his hands. “It’s nothing I’ve ever seen before,” he had told you. “A cannon left behind by those Cybertronian-whatevers. It’s alien. And I want it.”

  The amount of money he offered to pay you was too much for you to resist. So here you are, against your better judgment, robbing one horrible person for the benefit of another.

  Well, you don’t know if this other person you're stealing from is horrible. The only information given to you about them was where they keep their goods. But judging from the fact that they’re directly contributing to Detroit’s crime rate, you have to assume they’re pretty terrible.

  And so am I. You wince when you think about it. I’m no better. I’m a coward who can’t even land a real job.

  No time to pity yourself. You chose this profession. There’s no chance for you to go back on it. At least after you complete this job, maybe you can return to some semblance of a normal life…if you aren’t arrested and sent to prison, that is.

  The warehouse you are looking for sits right on the edge of the harbor. It’s massive, with shoddy wooden walls riddled with graffiti and sheets of cheap metal nailed to cover up holes. Standing before it now, you feel a shiver go down your spine. Definitely the creepiest place in Detroit, this building is.

  Drawing in a deep breath, you head for the large sliding doors. One of them is just barely open. It’s enough space for you to slip through.

  Inside, it’s dark. There are lights above, but there is no sign of a switch, and even if there was, you doubt they’d turn on. The warehouse is filled with giant boxes: crate after crate stacked upon each other, some of them reaching so high, you have to wonder just who the hell is in charge of this operation. It’s quiet. You remain still, holding your breath to listen for any signs of activity, like guards or people bringing in recent shipments.

  Nothing.

  Somehow, that causes you to be on edge even more.

  You really, really hate your job.

  According to your employer, the Cybertronian weapon is stored in a special crate marked with a Decepticon insignia. It’s one of a kind, so it should be relatively easy to find. You just have to hope it can be reached. As you tread lightly through the warehouse and peer up at the towers of storage, you're suddenly afraid you might have your first experience with using a forklift tonight.

  Thankfully, luck seems to be on your side. You come across the crate quickly; it’s set up in the corner of the building, nestled between other boxes so it can be obscured. You only spot it because you know what you're looking for. The Decepticon symbol peeks out at you revealingly, like it wants to be found.

  Jackpot, you think. Pushing the other boxes away, you grab your crowbar from your belt and wedge it between the crate’s cover.

  For a moment, you pause. A nervous idea of this possibly being a trap crosses your mind, but then you dismiss it. There’s no way anyone could have known you were coming. You and your boss were alone that night when you discussed this plan. Grunting, you force the crate open. Wood cracks as the cover springs up. Excitement fills you when you eagerly peek inside.

  Your heart drops.

  There’s nothing there. It’s empty.

  “Nononono.” You frantically sift your hands through the packing peanuts, but to no avail. The crate is devoid of anything but styrofoam.

  You stumble back dazedly and press your hand to your head. This is a trap. Someone did know you were coming. But how? And who?

  Low, steady thumping answers you.

  It sounds like footsteps. No, they are footsteps. Heavy, boot-like pounding against the floor is accompanied by a large shadow casting over you. Suddenly, the warehouse lights blaze on. You have to shield your eyes to avoid earning a headache.

  “Well, well, well,” a voice says. “What do we have here?”

  You blink and lower your hands. Standing in front of you, towering above the stacks of crates, is a giant robot with dull golden armor and purple eyes. He gives you an easygoing smile and speaks with the same smooth voice you heard before. “And why might you be here, little mouse?”

  You gape at him with no words you can say. The robot chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest. “Didn’t find what you were looking for?” He inclines his head to the crate. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, it’s not your fault. I knew your boss was going to make a move for the cannon way before he decided to send you for it.”

  “I-I-uh-” you stammer.

  “Yes?” he asks.

  “G-Giant…r-robot.”

  His smile widens and he raises a brow. “That’s what I am. The proper term would be Cybertronian, though.”

  “Y-You're one of them.” Your eyes flicker to the scowling symbol on his chest. “You're a Decepticon.”

  “Technically, yes. However, I consider myself a Decepticon in name only. I wear this badge as a sign of partnership with my best customers.”

  “Customers?” you echo.

  “Right. Guess I should introduce myself.” The mech extends his arms in an open greeting. “The name’s Swindle. I run a tight business of weapons selling, weapons building, weapons trading…basically, if you want something that’ll make your enemies go boom, I’m the guy you want to call. And you, little mouse, are currently stealing from me.”

  You look around you. “Wait. So this…all of this…is yours?”

  “Yup. It’s quite the haul, isn’t it? This loot is going to be spread all across Detroit to different buyers, Cybertronian or not. I don’t discriminate, you see. If you have the means to pay for it, I can get it for you. Earth is a violent place, little mouse. And where there’s violence, there’s money to be made.”

  A compartment slides open from his chest. He reaches into it and pulls out a large gray cannon with the Decepticon coat of arms on its side. “This is what you came here for, right?” Swindle says. “Your boss wants it so he can blast a bunch of banks open.”

  You swallow hard and nod.

  “Let me ask you this.” He drops the cannon back in. The compartment closes, and he crouches down to get more on your level. “Do you think I like it when people steal from me?”

  “I-I didn’t steal from you!” you answer.

  “You were going to.”

  “But I didn’t!”

  “You had the intention, and that counts.” He shrugs. “I’m what you humans call a cool cat, kid. I do business and I go on with my life. But when I find little mice snooping around my warehouse, trying to take things that don’t belong to them…” His gaze darkens and he bares his teeth. “I decide it’s time to show my claws.”

  You take a nervous step back. “I-I’m sorry! I really am! But I had no choice! I-I need this job! I need the money!”

  For a moment, he simply studies you. Then he leans back into the calm attitude from before, and grins. “Hm. What if I were to offer you a deal?”

  It takes you a moment to register what he just said. “A deal?” you say. “Why would you want to make a deal with me? I just tried stealing from you!”

  “I know. Trust me, I’m not letting you off the hook. But I find myself feeling bad for you, little mouse. You're just someone who’s down on your luck and trying to get back on your feet. I appreciate that. And…I see potential in you.”

  “…Potential?”

  His eyes sparkle with dangerous intent. “Yes. Potential. You're small. Quick. You can sniff things out and have a great sense of direction while doing it. I could use someone like you. A stealthy little robber who can sneak in and get things that a giant lumbering robot can’t. Do you see where I’m going with this?” He pokes you gently in the ribs. You yelp and jump back. “I’m offering you a job.”

  You rub your side and glare at him. “I already have a job.”

  “Correction. You had a job.” Swindle tilts his head. “If you go back to your boss empty-handed, you’ll suffer for it. I know how he works, and trust me, what he does to those who fail isn’t pretty. But me? I’m fair. I’m lenient. Your work hours won’t kill you, and I’m not going to dump your dead body into the lake if something goes sour. This is an opportunity for you. What do you say?” He holds his hand out. “Do we have a deal?”

  You eye his hand apprehensively, then take another step back. “No. I’m done with this. I never wanted to be a thief. I’m not working for a giant robot who can kill me at any chance.”

  He throws his hands up, exasperated. “Did you not hear a word I just said?”

  “I don’t care what you said!” You turn on your heel and march away. “What my boss does to me doesn’t matter anymore! I’m not going through with this sort of life!”

  Swindle sighs, and his tone hardens. “Ah, geez, you're going to make me be the bad guy, huh. Alright, fine, I can be the bad guy.”

  You let out a strangled shriek when you are unexpectedly yanked into the air. Swindle unceremoniously lifts you up by the back of your shirt, bringing you close to his face. “Listen, mouse,” he growls. “You have two options to choose tonight: either you agree to work for me, or I can sell you to other people who are worse than your boss. You want to end up collared and turned into a Decepticon’s pet?”

  You stop your desperate struggle to stare at him in horror. “Y-You wouldn’t do that!”

  “Wouldn’t I? I’m a daytrader, little one. I may specialize in weapons, but that doesn’t mean I don’t take up animal handling once in a while.” He shakes you a little, earning a cry from you. “So, what’s it going to be? This is a limited time offer, so you better make up your mind while it lasts.”

  You stare at him, and you know he’s being completely serious. You have no option here except to agree to his terms. A pit forms in your stomach with roots of anxiety spreading through you, thriving on your fear. He notices how you’ve begun to shake, and grins with the knowledge that he has you.

He holds his hand out to you once more. “I’ll ask again. Do we have a deal?”

  You hesitate…then reluctantly extend your own hand to him. He takes your palm between his index finger and thumb and shakes it gently. “There.” Swindle looks satisfied. “Was that so hard? You’ve made the right choice, little mouse. Now, for your punishment.”

  “Wait, what?” You yank your hand back. “Punishment? What punishment!?”

  “The punishment.” He says this like it’s common knowledge. “You tried to steal from me. I just can’t let that go. What kind of message would I be spreading to the competition if they were to know I’m too soft with thieves?”

  “But I accepted your terms! I work for you now! What more could you want from me?”

  He tsks and shakes his head. “This has nothing to do with the deal, little mouse. This has everything to do with the fact that your old boss thinks I’m someone he can send his cronies to steal from.” He lifts you higher, and his gaze softens, only for a moment. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. You're still a greenie in the trade, so there’s no reason to draw this out. Just relax and everything will be fine.”

  You squirm and clutch at the fingers holding you, confused. “What are you-?”

  He opens his mouth. You find yourself staring down into the abyss of his throat, pulsing with a gentle purple light. Then your eyes widen and your heart crashes when he begins lowering you towards it.

  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” you yell while you squirm, kick, flail, do anything you can to fight back against what you realize is happening. “PUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWN!”

  You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the gaping jaws below you. Swindle’s tongue shifts with excitement and anticipation. The sight makes you scream until you think your own throat might bleed.

  The more you fight, the faster Swindle lowers you. You curse and threaten, so terrified that you aren’t even aware of what you are saying at this point, fresh tears pouring down your face.

“SWINDLE, PLEASE, DON’T-!”

  You break into a scream when he drops you.

  The impact is softer than what you brace for, and you fall onto his tongue with an “Oof.” For a moment, you lay there, little cries coming out with your rapid-tempo breaths, heart beating so hard you think you may have a heart attack.

  And then you come to your senses, and realize where you are.

  You are in Swindle’s mouth.

  You scramble forward, moving to throw yourself out of the sticky deathtrap, but it is too late; the robot’s teeth click closed, cutting you off from the outside world. “Nonono!” You bang your fists frantically on them. “Please, let me out! I don’t want to die! P-Please don’t do this!”

  Hot air wafts over your body when Swindle chuckles. The muscle beneath you moves and begins to slowly push you backwards. Thick globs of saliva suck at your legs as you are forced back towards his throat.

  “No, stop!” You claw at his tongue, trying everything in your power to prevent yourself from going down. The giant tilts his head back.

  With a loud squelching gulp, Swindle swallows, and you are sucked into his esophagus, the powerful muscles pulling you down.

  So many things happen at once. Your body is massaged from all sides by the throat, leaving you all but completely immobile. The sound of Swindle’s internal workings is thunder in your ears, so loud that you can’t even hear yourself think.

  The most terrifying noise, however, is the growling and gurgling coming from below. An ominous reminder of where you are ultimately going to end up.

  You are squeezed into the stomach and fall into the squishy chamber that, as soon as it is aware of your presence, closes in. From all sides you are massaged and kneaded by thick, muscular walls of synthetic organ that rubs saliva and fluid all over you. You push at the walls with a terrified air of desperation, your lungs constricting like you can’t breathe. “Let me out!” you beg your captor. “Please, I don’t want this!”

  Swindle rumbles out another chuckle that sounds so much deeper now that you are in here. The walls quiver, laughing right along with him. “I don’t care what you want, little mouse. I’m your boss now, and I want you to sit in there and think about what you’ve done.”

  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry for trying to steal from you! Just please, spit me up! I-I don’t want to die!” Your voice breaks. The situation is truly hopeless now.

  Swindle groans. “Geez, how many times do I have to tell you, kid? You're not going to die. Do you feel any acid in there? Is your skin melting off of your bones?”

  You pause and look at your arms. The glow of the mech’s biolights gives you a dim image of your limbs: sticky and slimy…but not in any pain, and certainly no terrible wounds visible.

  “…No,” you mumble in disbelief.

  Swindle speaks to you like a parent does with their child. “See? You're in no pain. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. You're safe. Now relax and settle down.”

  “If I’m safe, then why did you decide to eat me?!”

“I already said this. You need to learn a lesson. A few hours in there will teach you not to steal from others…well, at least, not to steal from me. You’ll be doing plenty of theft in the future. But I’ll pay you for it, and you’ll never have to worry about going hungry or living on the streets ever again.”

  Your fear begins to diminish, and it’s replaced with indignation. “Of all the ways to teach me a lesson, it had to be like this?”

  The stomach shakes boisterously when Swindle laughs. “Sorry, kid. I had to scare the crap out of you somehow so you’d learn. You need to know your place in this profession.” He presses his hands right over where you are tucked inside and gives you a little squeeeze. “Now sit tight and relax for me, okay? I’ll let you out in a few hours. You're safe.”

  You grumble and give the stomach walls a disgruntled shove. The organ flexes to hug you, forcing you to sink into the warmth. Now that you’ve calmed down, you find that it’s actually…kind of nice in here. The constant massaging feels good on your exhausted body. The soft violet glow is soothing to your eyes. And though you hate to allow yourself, because you're still rather pissed off with him…you finally relax.

  “There you go,” he murmurs. “That’s right. Nice and warm.” The walls ripple when he gives his abdomen a pat. “You know, I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.”

  You give in and release a soft breath. You’ve gotten yourself into quite the pickle here. But with how warm it is, and relaxed you are…maybe working for this robot won’t be so bad.

[rebornologist]

I’m nominating Basil for the nation’s boyfriend this year because...

He's perfect and unproblematic and wonderful. He is who I mean when I say "not all men". The bar is no longer subterranean with him. The old Japanese dialect is not an ick for you. Please just give my thoughts the time of day.

He absolutely adores watching historical dramas with you, and will spend free days cuddling under soft blankets on the couch with entertainment from the cheesiest soap-opera trope-ridden shows. The only annoying thing about watching these shows with him is that he’s a straightforward and solution-driven man. He always goes off mumbling about how things would not have spiraled out of control in the show if people communicated and weren’t like, evil and weird about it. That gives you fodder to rant to him about how the shows are stupid and that you have no idea why the two of y’all are so hooked on them. The two of you do have a ton of inside jokes as a result.

“So.. [y/n], what sayest thou is.. the Japanese they speak in this show is not the modern dialect?” You nearly spit out your tea as you fought back the bout of laughter at his realization, and soon you were guffawing at the top of your lungs, feet kicking into the air as you doubled over into his lap in happy hysterics.

Speaking of being in his lap, I think he smells like barley tea and rice flour and warm, freshly washed and sun-dried cotton. There are some evenings where he's finishing paperwork and he would allow you to take a nap in his lap as he shuffles through the files and forms. He smells so good y’all please throw your arms around him, pull him close, and get the biggest hit of pure warmth and comfort. I would sleep like a baby in his presence fr.

He would be the perfect boyfie because he’s a professional errand runner. Studying into the AM or working overtime? Schedule permitting, he’s on his way with a soft warm hug, a blanket, a sweet treat, and your favourite snacks.

He makes a mean matcha or hojicha latte, and makes them pretty regularly for you as your daily dose of caffeine (unless you don’t do caffeine, in that case.. he would simply learn how to perfect your morning drink of choice).

Basil loves quality time, but y’all absolutely cannot have it all because he’s so busy and overworked. He handles it like a champ, surprisingly, and complains very little (if at all) about work, but you do notice that he falls asleep nearly instantly when he comes back to you after being away.

There is nothing in the world more comforting than laying his head in your lap or on your chest and wrapping his arms around you, snuggling close and feeling your fingers threading through his flaxen locks, smoothing them out, fiddling with split ends, and massaging his scalp. You’re always the first one to nag him (playfully) about his bangs getting long again and asking him what he intends to do with his hair now that it’s gotten to that length.

He’s the one I’d totally pin as more traditionally romantic, like, writing love letters and leaving them by your pillow, with your morning tea/coffee, slipping it into your work bag before he leaves for another excruciating span of time, and of course, sending them your way while he’s away.

If you want an offline bf, he is the one, babes. He cannot wrap his head around social media, and upon thinking about it, begins to ponder the negative psychological effects of observing the self and being constantly pressured to present the self and one’s brand online. He's not against other people being online and having social media, but he's the kind of guy that texts like a boomer and doesn't know what a meme is. He will absolutely like and comment on your instagram posts (or allow you to like and comment on your own posts from his device) if asked.

He didn’t know what memes were until Iemitsu started sending them in their correspondence (and Iemitsu sends the most outdated memes from like 2000 that nobody thought they would ever see again in their lifetime). Now the closest thing to a meme you’re getting from Basil is a photo of some samurai painting from the history museum and a follow-up text message, “me when I’m away from my wife/husband/spouse because I am fighting for honor and glory in the war” like HELP???!! WHO IS THIS?!?!

However, he loves photography. There’s something very valuable to him about immortalizing a moment through photos, but he isn’t a “the camera eats before we eat” kind of guy, he’s the guy that likes to take pictures of waterfalls and cool native plants and rare birds to commemorate his adventures. It's the best way to keep a piece of a space while leaving no trace.

He keeps a journal and shares some of the entries with you during your quality time together. He likes to save fallen leaves or flowers from different regions that he comes across, being mindful to press them dry and make sure that he isn’t moving plant pathogens around in his nostalgia notebook.

Basil is really good with his hands and is fairly skilled at dexterity-based crafts such as weaving, calligraphy, and he absolutely excels at origami. He would never tell you this, (because he has his fair share of secrecy due to the nature of his work, and the weight of his human heart, of course) but he folds up some of his failed poems to you in the complex origami that he gives you. He knows that you would never unfold his work, so in a way, he gets to deliver the half-baked expressions of his feelings about you without the vulnerability and potential embarrassment of how impossible it is to put into words (as eloquently as he would like, anyway).

ok thank u for reading my 900 word Basilicum/You pitch. Basil for The Nation's Bf 2024 ♡ ♡ Basil for National BF Day 2024 that is my message good night xx

lil nsfw hc utc.

Service top Basilicum I’m sorry y’all he’s such a giver and so so so so sweet and patient and attentive about it please help us lord I absolutely love the concept of him hovering over his love as he rocks his hips slowly into them, reveling in every soft mewl and gasp and whimper that escapes them as they squirm and wrap their legs around his waist.

His heart might actually burst when you catch the stray strands of his long bangs slipping into his face and tuck them behind his ear, holding his face lovingly as you gaze up at him. Man, you love it so much when he comes home.

[yuri-is-online]

I hope I’m not being annoying, but there is something else I want to briefly bring to attention about Yuu’s situation. I personally am really uncomfortable with the implications of one of the new Crowley SSR’s lines. “You truly are a forthright and capable student. Incidentally, I do have a backlog of paperwork that needs doing, if you'd like to boost your grades a little more... Ah, wait, that was merely in jest! Ha ha ha!” This one in particular.

While this may be framed as a joke, it’s messed up that Crowley, essentially Yuu’s legal guardian within Twisted Wonderland, would kid about this. I get that it’s a fandom joke that Crowley doesn’t just use Yuu as an errand runner but as an unpaid and overworked secretary. But this is wildly close to all the jokes people make about Crowley exploiting Yuu like that. Especially since the last part about that line being a joke almost reads like an after thought on Crowley’s part. - 🦐

My dear you are never annoying, Crowley is such an afterthought to me that I didn't even think to check his SSR voicelines. The fact that it is cannon Yuu is Crowley's unpaid secretary is just- It really does re-frame how Crewel and Trein treat Yuu. They have got to be so ashamed of the headmage, Trein already yells at him a lot if I remember correctly and he's so sweet to Yuu during Glomas.

Anyway if you will excuse me I also have something to do "merely in jest"

[pointy-spiral]

Hello! I hope you still take requests, if not I'm so sorry to brother you!!!

Anyways! I would love to see more of your yuusona, I think they are so cute 🥰.

And please tell us more about them :D

JKDLSJIIOAUEIOWUIOJKFLDJKFDL THANK YOUU!! :') not a bother at all!! This is such cute and sweet request!! u lil cutiee!!

i haven't really thought out much about her yet, and shes not really based on any specific Disney character, but i have some fun facts about her-

Her shirt is the same style as Epel's, because its a spare pomefiore shirt that Rook gave her during her first week at school. She's really scared of him though. Her first encounter with him was him commenting on her messy uniform, (since i doubt that Crowley would do much more than just grab whatever's in the lost and found basket for Yuu and call it a day) Rook basically drags her to Pomefiore to play dress up while she tries desperately to find some excuse to leave jkhfdfdshhsd

She wishes she could have just kept the job as a janitor instead of being a student at first (but she comes to like school starting the second year) since she enjoys cleaning and tidying and just going for walks, so being an errand runner for Crowley didnt seem too bad to her.

Because of this i wanted to make Floyds nickname for her "Vampire squiddy", since they feed on marine snow and are generally one of the "cleaners" of the deep sea. They live really deep in the sea, matching her gloominess and dislike for crowds and bright light. BUT THEN I REALIZE THAT LILLA CALLED DIBS ON BEING VAMPIRE SQUID so now i don't know anymore... i guess shrimpy still works..

Ever since accidentally stepping on Leonas tail she's been avoiding him like the plague. She thinks he's still mad at her, and nearly cries anytime she sees him dshdhdhdfhj she thinks he's super scary

The skirt she actually sewed by hand herself , using a spare curtain from Ramshackle as fabric.

Back in her "home world" she used to collect and make her own jewelry, the one she wears is one of them. She makes friendship bracelets for her friends of course.

She's good friends with Ortho, and they are desk neighbors. He's tried multiple times to invite her over for game night but she's too scared to hang out with Idia around. But her an Ortho hang out and study together a lot :) he's the designated extrovert friend

She became friends with Jade by being forced to wanting to join the Mountain lovers club. Its actually pretty good, since its a long walk and she can forage for stuff to eat so she can save more money (Crowley pays us in a handfull of pebbles and a pat on the back i swear to god) He's the social anxiety shield and talks for her sometimes.

She still kind of works as a janitor, and she stays after school hours to clean. And uses her job as an excuse to stay away from people, too much to clean!! so many floors to mop!! no i cannot come to ur party Kalim i am so so sorry!! would love too but i have to deep clean the school, by myself, all alone!! tomorrow as well! and the day after!! fdhdfshdshj

Has absolutely bonked Ace in the head with her broom!! he deserves it

Azul tries at some point to get her to be a janitor at Mostro lounge but she runs away from him mid conversation

Secretly very insecure about her height, thinking shes too tall for a lady, plus it just makes her stick out more as well

(actually as im writing this i realize she could be based on Cinderella in a way!!! with the whole evil stepmom (crowley) making you do a bunch of shitty work. im getting ideas.. >:) teehee gonna redraw the ball dance and glass slipper scene with her and someone maybe mwehehehehe)

[pangurbanthewhite]

I have been thinking a lot about Haurchefant Greystone lately.

(But then again, when am I not?)

I have a theory that the positive reception to Haurchefant before Heavensward even dropped could have, to some extent, inspired some of the improvement we see in the game’s writing and characterization once Heavensward begins.

I can’t be the only one who was surprised that, during the final battle with the false Inquisitor, that Haurchefant doesn’t just promise to show up later to help you, but actually does show up later to help you.

It’s such a simple thing but it stands in stark contrast to so much of ARR up to that point. Up to that point, you’re treated both by the characters and the writing as a glorified errand runner. I know that is to some extent the nature of videogames in general and MMOs in specific - the devs think that all that matters is that the player be involved in the plot, often without care for how that gets accomplished.

And broadly speaking, in ARR up to that point, how it gets accomplished is that you do everything and everybody else does basically fuck-all except make apologetic noises about how you’re the one who has to do everything. I know I’m not the only one who found that to get intensely aggravating. 

Such a simple thing as someone promising to show up and help and then actually doing so - not turning up five minutes after the fight’s over to go “oh darn, you killed everyone without me” - was a breath of fresh air. Someone who’s so dead set against us fighting alone that six people have to hold them back, someone who is vocal about how unfair and not-right it is that we have to do everything, perversely makes it easier to be the one having to do everything.

And, after being run all over creation to fix everyone else’s problems only to have it all blow up in your face by the end, to have someone show up with a hot drink for you and say “rest now, you’ve done enough, let me help you and look after you”...yeah! It makes me emotional!

And it feels to me that, once the Scions reappear at the end of Heavensward, it’s with that fact in mind. I feel like you get more of them making contributions to the plot, more scenes of “you investigate here, I’ll investigate here, we’ll reconvene later to discuss our findings” which makes them feel a lot less willfully useless, a lot more like friends and allies. You get more of them fighting bosses and enemies offscreen that yes, were written in for the sole intention of giving them something to fight, but it still makes it feel like they’re contributing.

And you get a lot more of them raging over how unfair it is that you have to do everything, that you’re the one carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders, that no just world would expect so much of you. Which makes it feel a lot more meaningful that you’re still often the one left to stand and fight alone.

IDK! This is just me pontificating. But I feel, with Haurchefant, the writers accidentally hit on the solution to a writing problem that they might not even have known at the time was a problem. And I think they did a good job propagating that “fix” throughout the rest of the story.

[katp4ws]

Have a unfinished Viktor from Arcane fic

Viktor x Male Reader

🍁No one's PoV🍁

It was a sunny day today; the birds were chirping. Tinkering could be heard in the hex-tech laboratory, where Jayce was sweeping off dust from the ground. He wondered how it got dusty in the first place,

A series of footsteps could be heard, Jayce perked up and hit Viktor in the back softly so Viktor could spin his chair around to see who was walking in,

 Heimerdinger and Y/N walked into the laboratory “Hello, Gentlemen meet Y/N L/N your new lab assistant and errand runner” Heimerdinger said smiling, and the H/C man waved at the two men,

The pale brunette man quickly went back to tinkering on something as the other man went to greet Y/N and introduced himself to the H/C man, “I am sorry for Viktor’s behavior” Jayce said,

“It’s quite alright” Y/N said, “Y/N can you get us a few cups of coffee?” Jayce asked as you nodded walking off to get coffee, “The new lab assistant is ehh how do you put it- *interesting*” Viktor said, “Is that an insult or a compliment to him?” The tanned man asked, the pale brunette didn’t respond he just went back to tinkering on something,

“The hex-claw should be working correctly” Viktor muttered and continued to tinker with it, “We should let Y/N test it out to get the Hex-Tech experience” Jayce suggested,

“That may be one of your only good suggestions” The brunette joked+, “Ouch” The tanned man said jokingly, the H/C man walked back in holding a tray of coffee and a few cartons of sweet milk,

“I don’t really understand how the two of you can drink this much coffee” Y/N commented, “Oh no Viktor usually drinks the coffee” Jayce said, “Ah I see” Y/N nodded and placed the tray down near the two men,

“Right! Y/N Do you think you can test one of our projects? Viktor here just finished tinkering with it” The tanned man said with a smile, as for Viktor he just gave an awkward smile towards the E/C man,

“Oh sure, I’d be fine with that” Y/N said and walked towards them, the pale brunette grabbed Y/N’s arm extending it so he can place the glove on the H/C man, you blushed slightly but ignored the feeling “It fits perfectly!” Jayce said smiling,

“I could’ve put on the glove myself” Y/N commented looking at Viktor, “Ehh you could’ve messed up” The pale brunette commented,

“I want you to motion your hand like you’re about to grab something” Viktor instructed, you nodded and motioned your hand like Viktor told you to do,

The hex-claw copied the h/c man’s movements exactly, “Now I want you to actually grab something,” The brunette said, “Grab my cane” he suggested,

Y/N nodded and was about to grab the cane before Viktor pushed the cane away with his good leg, “What are you doing?” the E/C man asked, “The cane was near me, and I don’t think you want the hex-claw to crush my head” Viktor answered,

Y/N nodded and grabbed the cane that was far away from the tall brunette “It works!” Jayce exclaimed, “Mhm” Viktor nodded with a smile as he was pouring an insane amount of milk in his coffee,

The day passed by quickly, the sky looked like a beautiful orange pink, more tinkering could be heard in the lab, Jayce had gone to a conference meeting

“Can you pass the toolbox?” Viktor asked not looking up from his tinkering, “Ah sure,” The h/c man nodded and handed Viktor the toolbox,

“Thank you,” The brunette replied and continued to tinker around with a project, he eyed to the side and saw the light fade away,

“It’s getting late. You should walk home” Viktor commented, “I’ll be fine, I can go home later” Y/N replied, “The dorm lobby closes at midnight” The lanky man replied,

“They do that?” The H/C man asked and looked at Viktor as he nodded, “Mhm so I suggest you go unless, you forgot your dorm number” The amber eyed man looked at Y/N,

“How did you know?” The E/C man asked, “I didn’t I just guessed” Viktor replied,

The lanky man stood up using his cane as leverage comfortably, “Shall we head out now, Y/N?” Viktor asked and Y/N nodded,

“Jayce wanted me to tell you that there will be a party in a few days, I expect that you’ll be going to the party?” Viktor asked as he walked over to the door, his cane clinking to the lab floor,

“That is correct,” The e/c man nodded and smiled slightly and opened the door for the lanky man, “Chivalrous I see” Viktor commented, a grin being placed on his pale features,

“Hah, I’m just being nice” Y/N chuckled softly and walked out of the door right behind the pale man,

“Indeed.” Viktor replied with a soft smile on his lips, The two walked to the h/c man’s dorm, having the occasional small talk but the air was filled with comfortable silence,

“Wait- How do you know where my dorm is?” Y/N asked looking up at the taller male, “Usually people who share a similar department are right next to each other and have to share a dorm” Viktor replied,

“Ah I see,” The shorter male nodded, “I was told I’d be sharing a dorm with someone; for all I know it could be ehhh you” The amber eyed man joked, which made Y/N chuckle, “Hah, maybe” the h/c male nodded and smiled slightly towards the pale man,

[dotster001]

Can I please request a type one (romantic) TWST matchup! I am veryyy outgoing. I make friends really easy and overall I’m a people pleaser. I do get very anxious and overwhelmed easily, which can cause panic attacks. I dont like sports, but I do like studying and my grades are something I take pride in. I overwork myself a lot and I make myself crumble. I thrive in environments where I get to help people. I tend to fall for possessive people because it makes me feel like someone actually likes me, even though they’re toxic. I get a long with people pretty easily though a lot of people have taken advantage of me because I’m naive and overly kind and I do anything in my power to make sure that people like me. I crave validation so I love being praised and takes care of, it makes me feel like I’ve done something right. I really enjoy video games and puzzles cause they challenge my brain. Its very easy to get me to do anything- just tell me “if you do _____ then I’ll be so proud of you.” And I’ll do it-. I am a little chubby with stretch marks and surgical scars. I’m very insecure in my body and I would like someone who would hold me close and let the world fall away. I love the idea of someone rough and tough getting soft and snuggling with me. I have some sensory issues that can cause panic attacks, like loud places/crowds. I prefer someone quiet where I can cuddle with someone or just be in my SO’s presence. I crochet and I recently finished making a blanket! I aspire to be a botanist or a horticulturist because I love plants and gardening! Thank you!!!

(I hope you enjoy this! I feel like yours was one that I figured out relatively quickly)

I match you with Rook Hunt.

First off, I wanted someone assertive for you, who wouldn't take advantage of you, and would make sure you loved yourself. And Rook fits the bill perfectly.

He's very aware of his surroundings and the people around him, so if you start to get overwhelmed he makes sure to get you out of there. If you start putting too much of yourself out so that you can keep other people happy, he'll gently take your hand, and whisper into your ear about how lovely you are, before slowly persuading you to take a break or a step back.

You want validation? Sweetheart, that's all Rook knows! He's constantly complimenting and praising you. Every little thing is his favorite thing about you. And if his words aren't enough, then the scrapbook he's been working on full of photos he took of you will help you see it. Every photo is from his perspective and shows you exactly how he sees you.

He's possessive, but not in a toxic way. Honestly, he's mostly possessive so that you get your fix. (Cause he's also a people pleaser) It's more like, he'll put an arm around your shoulder when you're talking to someone else, and he wants a kiss or to cuddle. (I've said it once, I'll say it again, Rook frequently gets written up for PDA) He usually only does it when he can tell you're feeling a little self doubt, but every once in a while, like if you talk to Vil or Neige and ignore him, he'll genuinely feel a little pouty. In his eyes those are the only two that he thinks are more worthy of you than he is, because they are "perfect".

If you make him a blanket, you'll get him monologuing. He'll go on for hours and hours about the color scheme, about how holding it is like holding you,about how he's going to display it on his wall, about how-you're going to have to stop him if you want to do something else today.

He's going to learn everything about flowers so that he can help you in your dream to become a botanist/horticulturist. His dream is to be your photographer and errand runner when you reach your goal. Oh, petit lapin, he's so very excited for your shared future!

You're playing video games, and Rook is laying on his stomach next to you. You had, obviously, assumed that he was watching the game. Until you defeated a boss, and turned to ask him what he wanted for dinner. That's when you noticed he was just staring at you with a pleasant smile.

"How long have you been," he raised an eyebrow at your question. "Nevermind."

Asking him would just set him off on a rant of how radiant you were. And you were pretty flustered already. No matter how long you were together, his lovesick, all seeing eyes, would never fail to set your heart a flutter. 

He laughed and shifted his way into your lap, nuzzling into you.

"Ma petite fleur, comme votre expression me contrarie," he sighed.

"What?"

"Nevermind," he said with a teasing grin. What did you want to ask me, Mon fleur?"

"What do you want for dinner?" You squeaked out as his scent fully washed over you.

He leaned back a little and booped your nose.

"You."

You squirmed a little, and pouted.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Do I? How can you be so sure?" 

That damned smile on his face. He was going to be the death of you. Might as well accept it though. Be flustered by the world's greatest hunter is not a bad way to go.

[youremyheaven]

(From the girl on twin flame journey)

I too refrain from these twin flame forums because they sound too delusional at times and LOL at that random married person is not your person cuz mine literally is married!

Which is why I’ve just refrained from even entertaining any thoughts of him but with no success since he follows me everywhere (in synchronicities such as people who look like him , me always being dragged back to the area we met for random errands etc)

As you said though the main divine point is probably the self progression because I’ve literally developed in a year and learned thing I didn’t learn in 7 years.

May I ask though why you think a union isn’t possible? And do you find that this person in your life has intervened in your potential romantic life with other people?

Because mine has successfully made every crush or romantic interests dissapear.

i dont think union is always the purpose of these connections tbh, if merely coming into contact with someone like this has the power to change you so drastically, do you not think that being with them day in and day out would be exhausting? i feel like people romanticize twin flame connections wayyy too much. this is just my opinion but i feel like the whole point is how much your soul grows because of the connection not the "happily ever after" esp bc twin flames are not promised happily ever afters.

usually because of the kind of circumstances tfs are placed in, union is almost always impossible and a lot of people romanticize tf out of that with the whole "runner and chase" analogy and what not but i firmly believe that if God made union impossible then its for a reason, we're always protected from things that aren't for our best/highest interest

idk if he intervened but he's literally the only person who has ever made me feel this way. i dont know what emotion/feeling it is but i genuinely have never felt this way about another human being and its hard for me to compare it to anyone or anything but i made soooo many changes in my life because of him and i am who i am today because of him and since ive interacted with him and he's asked me out etc i know that the feelings are mutual?? but i am still repulsed by his personality and its not even anything he said or did, just his vibes??? which is insane bc like i said this guy has had such a profound impact on me lol but yeahh

[keikaru]

Boundary Line - Honkai Star Rail (Bronya x Seele)

“Even if my memories of the Underground are faint, fingerprints of the past linger in my heart,” Bronya murmurs softly, her eyes roaming over the oil-black lampposts illuminating the brick-paved streets of Boulder Town below. Her eyes flicker to Seele when she resumes. “If I can build a better tomorrow for both the Underground and Overworld citizens, would you honor me with your strength to reclaim that future?”

“Fancy words for saying you need me, Bronya.” Seele grins at the future heir and shakes her head. “When you say it like that, it makes me want to protect that future with you. So yes, if you’ll have me, I want to help you build that future.”

From the staircase landing, the girls stand side-by-side with their arms nearly brushing against each other, as if the space between their worlds, the boundary between the Underground and Overworld, is thin. Boundaries exist to divide the land, but not the heart of the people. Bronya knows this, but the wind only enflames her face when she glances at Seele.

Our hearts beat for a single cause.

“Thank you, Seele. For your trust and faith in me.”

And yet, why am I not at peace until she looks at me?

Seele fixes her gaze to something far beyond Bronya’s eyes, and Bronya wants the latter to look at her, to give her her full attention. But Seele speaks to her in a light, teasing tone, unaware of Bronya's thoughts.

“You’re welcome, Bronya. I know you carry a heavy burden, but you don’t have to do it alone. So let me support you. After all, I’m not good at politics and diplomacy—so I’ll leave that part to you. I’ll resolve conflicts in a language I know well.”

“Oh?” the teasing lilt in Bronya's word makes Seele finally look at her. The corners of her mouth twitch into a knowing smile, one that conceals her true thoughts. “Perhaps I need lessons from a scholar well versed in brawls.”

“Well, you’re the one who said you needed my strength, didn’t you?” Seele rests her elbows on the railings, and she tips her head in Bronya’s direction with a pout. The warm, amber glow of the city gleams in her eyes, and for a moment, Bronya wants Seele to be closer to her. “I’ll come to your rescue if you ever need me.”

"Then I'll wait for you."

Her heart pounds in her ears when she utters those words, and the heir of the Supreme Guardian hesitates. She wants to reach out to Seele, to reassure her that her presence strengthens her resolve.

Seele smiles at her. And for a breath of a moment, she reaches out and places a hand on top of hers.

And just like that, the moment passes, and the girls sweep their gaze across the bustling square below.

Customers negotiate with shopkeepers for a lower price while errand runners haul newspapers to a street corner to sell. The ambience rippling across the marketplace is peaceful, and commerce continues despite hardships. Enduring through hardship, Broyna thinks, as she observes a young girl rifling through the bins for scraps to sell, is proof of resilience. However, we need to usher in changes and reforms to create equity for all. How can people find their forward if they don’t have the resources to make that happen?

Hardships follow the people no matter no matter where their home is. It is her duty to listen to the people and make changes across her home. It’ll be a difficult task, but with Seele by her side, it feels as if she can overcome anything.

“The boundary that separates us is but an invisible line,” Bronya speaks calmly. “The lifeline of this world are the hearts and will of the people. Let’s see to it that the future will be a kinder one.”

Update: read the rest on AO3!

[cosmic-has-moved]

Susie: Standing in the elevator with Audrey who held a stack of paper, looking over a script while waiting.

Elevator door opens, revealing Allison standing there.

Susie: Frowning at her, "Allison."

Allison: Walks into the elevator while smiling, "Susie, Audrey."

Audrey: Sweating bullets, knowing the backstory of the two.

Allison: "Preparing for the next episode?"

Susie: "I'm always prepared, Pendle."

Allison: Giggles "As always."

Audrey: Repeatedly pressing the elevator button.

Allison: "I hope you're not dragging around the workers as your errand buddies again."

Susie: "Only the ones that please me are my errands runners." Grabs Audrey's arm "Which is why I have her as my errand girl."

Audrey: Close to smashing the button "Please God let me go back to my desk!"

Allison: Shakes her head and sighs, "What am I going to do with you, Susie."

[the-scouts-codex]

Summary: “A Housewarden meeting?” Renmu repeats. “Yes, a Housewarden meeting. Normally Housewardens are elected by previous Housewardens and or by challenging one for the position.” The Headmage explained, “Since Ramshackle is still considered a dorm, and You and Grim have taken residence in it, this makes you Housewarden of Ramshackle. Therefore, you now attend Housewarden meetings.”

Scout's Notes: This fic is 11,333 words. Yes, that is a lot of words lol. So I will be posting my work in parts. This is part one.

This fic is also found on A03 here. Thescoutscodex

“A Housewarden meeting?” Renmu repeats. “Yes, a Housewarden meeting. Normally Housewardens are elected by previous Housewardens and or by challenging one for the position.” The Headmage explained, “Since Ramshackle is still considered a dorm, and You and Grim have taken residence in it, this makes you Housewarden of Ramshackle. Therefore, you now attend Housewarden meetings.” “Makes sense.” Renmu mumbled. “Indeed, it does. Normally we would hold a ceremony for new and or elected Housewardens at the start of a new year. Since you are now Housewarden under new circumstances, I decided to hold a mini celebration for you. I am such a generous man.”

A Housewarden get together did seem fun. The problem was that Renmu had zero social skills. He wasn’t the “party” type either. He was more of the awkward guy that sat in the corner of the room, watching everyone else have fun. Plus, normally people avoided him. “Jaa, when is the meeting again?” Renmu asked. “Oh, yes that would have been good information to know. It’s tonight.” Renmu looked at the Headmage nervously. “T-Tonight?” “Yes, perfect, no? Mr. Rosehearts is very busy and this was the only night he had available. He was willing to put his things off for a bit for the occasion.” Renmu sighed. Now he had no other choice but to go. Especially if they were talking time out there busy schedules to do this. He didn’t want to come off as ungrateful and rude. “Is there a way you want us to dress? Do we have to bring anything?” Renmu asked. “You don’t have to bring anything, and can just wear your uniform or dorm uniform. Though, you don’t have one it seems.” The Headmage said in thought. “Just be ready at 7:30pm. It will be held at Mostro lounge at Octavinelle” “Ah, thank you sir.” The Headmage smiled. “You are welcome. Now, I'm a busy man. Please don’t forget about the meeting.” Renmu bowed curtly at the Headmage. “Thank you and I won’t.”

Renmu had time to kill until the meeting. He needed to freshen up anyways. Being an errand runner and beast tamer of NRC was a handful. Renmu decided to buy some new soap from Sam’s Mysterious Shop. He’s been saving up extra money for miscellaneous expenses. The shop wasn’t bustling like it normally is. Lunch time is the worst time to be in here. The shop is kinda small plus a hoard of ravenous school students isn’t a good mix. “Hey there, little imp. What can my friends get ya today?” Sam asked behind the counter. “Hi Sam. Do you by any chance have some good face wash, shampoo, conditioner, and soap?” Sam smiled deviously. “Of course I have things like that in stock. Is there anything specific that you want?” Renmu hummed in thought. “I guess anything cheap? I don’t really know. Never had the opportunity to care what it smelled like or what it did.” Sam hummed in thought, pacing behind the counter. “Would you like for me to make a suggestion? Of course, I'll give you a discount since you work here from time to time.” Renmu smiled. “Deal.” “What’s the occasion? Are you going on a date?” Sam asked as he went into the back of the shop swiftly. Renmu shook his head and laughed. “As if. The Housewardens are having a meeting tonight and I’m invited.

Sam came back out with the products. A two in one shampoo and conditioner, face wash, and a fancy looking bottle of body wash. “Here ya go, My little imp.” Sam said smiling. “Are you sure?” Same asked with an evil grin. ” I’ve seen the way you look at some of the boys here.” “Sam!” Renmu yelled, embarrassed. “How much?” Renmu asked, pulling out his Knapsack. “Normally this would be around 30 to 45 Thuamarks, for you, 25 Thaumarks.” “Wow, thanks Sam.” Renmu said happily, though he didn’t show it much. Renmu pulled out 25 Thuamarks and handed it over to Sam. “Thanks a bunch, My little imp.” Sam bagged the products into a maroon bag and handed it over to Renmu. “Oh, I'll let you have this as well. Think of it as a little thank you for always helping me out around here.” Sam handed over a sleek black glass bottle of cologne. The glass bottle had a glass red rose swirled around it. It looked so expensive. “Sam…i'm sorry but how much is th-” “Nope! I shall not answer that, little imp. It’s a gift from me to you.” Sam said firmly with a smile. Renmu sighed and smiled. “At least let me hug you.”

Sam smiled and hopped over the counter. He effortlessly picked up Renmu and squeezed him. “You better date someone here, my little imp. Or I might just take you out myself.”

Renmu couldn’t help but laugh. Renmu picked a can of tuna for Grim on his way out. Hopefully Grim would behave tonight. Renmu bumped the door to Ramshackle open with his hip. He would have to fix that door soon. “Grim, I'm back!” Renmu called. “I got you Dinner too.” “Welcome back, mortal.” One if the ghost greeted him. “Good evening. “ Renmu replied. Grim came scurrying down the hall for Renmu. “Oh, did you get tuna!?” Grim asked, sniffing Renmu. “Yes, I got you Tuna.” Renmu said laughing. “I have to go to a Housewardens meeting tonight. Can I trust you to stay here out of trouble until I get back?” Renmu asked. “Of course you can! I don’t cause trouble.” Grim said, taking the can of tuna.

Renmu rolled his eyes and headed to their shared room. Renmu grabbed his things and prepared for his shower.

Once the hair washing and shower was done he got dressed. Only thing was Renmu didn’t know how he wanted his hair to be done. Renmu brushed it out and tried an array of ponytails, braids, and or buns. All of those styles made him feel exposed. He decided to just brush it down and call it a day. Why was he so worried anyways? It’s not like he cared what they thought about him. But he did and it was eating away at him. Yes, he was worried he would make a fool out of himself and all they would think of was that he was a bad Prefect. Yes, he was scared of letting Dire Crowley down. Yes, he was anxious of them thinking he was nothing but a magicless mistake like he already thought he was. He feared that he truly didn't belong here. What if they saw his eyebrowless face!? That scared him the most. Renmu's phone chimed, pulling him out of his trainwreck thoughts. The Headmage was calling him. Renmu quickly picked up the phone. He hoped nothing bad happened. “Moshi Moshi?” “Ah, Renmu. Could you fetch Malleus Draconia, the Housewarden of Diasomnia. It would seem that he was not informed about the meeting tonight.” “O-Oh, okay. Where would I find him?” Renmu asked. “He should be at his dorm. Go to the Hall of Mirrors to travel to his dorm. Do hurry. Now then, I'll let you go. I am a busy man.”

The Headmage hung up without a goodbye. Renmu sighed. How did they forget him? No, how did the Headmage forget to tell his own student about an important event? Renmu checked the clock. It was 6:30. He had time to fetch the Housewarden. Renmu pulled his hood on and held his cloak closed. The evening air had become chilly. Renmu left Ramshackle and made his way to the Hall of Mirrors.

Renmu scanned the room for the Mirror to Diasomina. It was the last one in the room. There were students still going in and out of the portals this time of day. Renmu made his way through the Mirror to the Diasomnia dorm. Once the magic dissipated around him, Renmu was met with such a dark sky. Cloudy and foggy. Everything looked so gothic and medieval. There was a long stone path that led up to a castle, the dorm of Diasomnia.

There was an archway along the path that brandished the Diasomnia insygnia, below a ravine full of thorns. Renmu wondered if there was a way out of that if he fell in? Renmu made his way up the stone path. Some students that were walking by looked at Renmu questionably. Did they not like visitors? Ravens flew about and perched themselves on the thorns beside him. Renmu reached an extensive drawbridge. He could see another pair of doors at the top of some stairs at the end of it. He continued on through the dimly lit tunnel. It was even colder in the tunnel. Bats hung gracefully above his head. Their little red eyes watched him as he passed by. Renmu made it to the staircase and realized how large they were. Renmu took a deep breath as he ascended the intimidating staircase.

By the time he got to the top, he was out of breath. He steadied himself on the cold stone walls for a moment. It was now or never he supposed. He pushed the heavy door open and squeezed himself inside. The inside was warm, thankfully. The corridor was extensive. The light gray stone floors and brick walls gave the room a cold look. The lights were green torches, candelabras, and chandeliers. Black leather couches and armchairs around dark oak tables. Dark floral carpets under each set. There were some students that were staring at him at some of the tables. Renmu approached them cautiously. “D-Do you know where I could find your Housewarden?” “If you request an audience with him, you need to go to the Vice housewarden, Lilia Vanrouge.” One of them informed him. Renmu nodded. “Wakarimashita, where would I find the Vice Housewarden, Lilia Vanrouge?” “You can find-” “I’m right here.”

The three of them jumped at the voice. Renmu jumped even more when someone dropped down in front of him. His black and green cape falling gracefully behind him. He was met with bloody red eyes and the palest skin he has ever seen. Lilia Vanrouge it would seem was standing before him. His pointed ears stuck out of his pink and black shaggy hair. A black and green horned hat sat upon his head. It was very odd in Renmu’s eyes, yet he liked it. The white button down and black tie he wore paired with a corset, high waisted half skirt that turned into a pair of black and green shorts. The purple ombre tool that cascaded down his hip and thigh. The purple legging that showed his thin and toned legs. His heeled boots added height to him making him an inch or two taller than Renmu. Lilia smiled at Renmu fondly, showing off his rather sharp looking fangs. He was adorable. Lilia chuckled softly. “You rang for me?” His voice was deeper than what Renmu was expecting. But it made him more lovable to Renmu. “U-Uh yes.” Renmu stammered. “I was looking for Mallues Draconia.” Lilia smiled even more. “Yes of course. Do follow me.” Lilia began walking towards the staircase and Renmu quickly followed after him. “What is your name, dear boy?” Lilia asked. “Yuu Renmu. You can call me Renmu.” “How positively unique. What do you need Malleus for, my dearest Renmu?” Lilia asked. “Oh, the Headmage is throwing a party for me tonight. I’m the new Prefect of Ramshackle. But I guess no one told Mallues, I think.” Renmu explained.

They stopped at the giant dragon throne. It wasn’t empty like before. There was a tall fair skinned man sitting in it. He had a huge pair of black horns on top of his head. His long black hair cascaded around his high cheekbones. His pointed ears stuck out through his hair just like Lilia’s. He turned to Renmu, his deep green eyes looked up at Renmu. There were two others around him at each side. One was very tall with slicked back green hair and the other had loose silver hair. The silver haired one had a drowsy look to him. His cornflower eyes were lidded. The green haired one looked at Renmu with disdain. “Who is this?” The horned man asked.

His voice is deep and velvety. Renmu suppressed the shiver that threatened to run down his spine. “This is Renmu.” Lilia informed him. “The new prefect of Ramshackle.” Malleus stood up from his chair. Renmu had to crane his neck just to look at his face because man was he tall. He towered over Renmu like a skyscraper. “Malleus Draconia, though you have already heard.” He announced. “Nice to meet you.” Renmu replied with a bow. “You said you were Prefect of Ramshackle, yes? I thought that building was vacant?” Mallues questioned. “I-I have taken residence there now. I don’t belong to any dorm since I don’t…harbor any magic.” Renmu explained. “But I am still a student. So since I’m the only one there, technically, the Headmage said that I'm considered Prefect. So he threw me a party to spend time and get to know the other Housewardends and their Vice Housewardens.” Mallues hummed. “When is the party?” Renmu swallowed nervously. “Tonight at 7:30…” “Eh, that’s in less than an hour.” Lilia said, concerned. “The Headmage forgot to tell me about it until earlier today. Then the HeadMage realized that you weren’t invited. So he made me find you…” Renmu trailed off. Lilia sighed. “It wouldn’t be the first time they forgot to inform Malleus about something.” “They do this all the time?” Renmu asked. Lilia nodded. “Even the Headmage?” Lilia nodded again. Renmu frowned. “That’s sad.” Malleus chuckled. “Well I don’t use my phone too much. I detest technology.” “O-Oh well, i’ll make sure to find you whenever I hear about a Housewarden meeting.” Renmu assured him. “Aww how sweet of you.” Lilia cooed. Renmu’s cheeks flushed a bit. “Where is the party?” The silver haired one asked Renmu. “Octavinelle’s Mostro lounge.” “Are you sure you want to go, your Highness? We probably won’t have time to scout the area for any threats.” The silver haired one offered. “I cannot allow you to get hurt!” The green haired one yelled. Mallues shook his head. “I should be fine, Silver, Sebek. It’s a Housewarden gathering after all.” Malleus said with a hint of happiness. Renmu sat there dumbfounded. “You’re a prince?” The greened haired one named Sebek glared at Renmu. “You have never heard of his Majesty!? Malleus Draconia, the future king of the Briar Valley!?”

Renmu really hoped he didn’t just commit a crime of not knowing he was a prince. The last thing he needed was being thrown in a dungeon in a world he had no knowledge of. “I-I apologize. I was never informed he was a prince.” Renmu stammered, bowing over and over. “Please forgive my ignorance. I am not from here.” Renmu felt a hand ruffle his head. Renmu looked up through his bangs. Malleus was smiling at him. “It’s alright. I wouldn't expect you to know. Please don’t worry about my title.” Renmu nodded. Malleus turned to his two worried shields, “I should be okay, Sebek. Lilia will be with me. Will you watch over the place for me in my absence?” Sebek nodded eagerly. “Yes of course!” “Well then, there isn’t much time left. I shall prepare for the party.” Melleus said with a smile. “I shall walk you back to the hall of Mirrors, Renmu.” Lilia offered. Renmu nodded vehemently . “Arigato Gozaimasu.”

Malleus retreated into the hallway with Silver and Sebek behind him. Lilia began walking back to the staircase and Renmu followed. As they walked through the corridor, the students bid Lilia farwell. It was chilly outside and Renmu pulled his cloak on tighter. Lilia looked up at the bats hanging from the tunnel. “Good evening my babies!” He said affectionately as he walked. The bats began flocking around Lilia as he walked. Renmu walked behind him astonished. It was almost like he was a Vampire. “Lilia-senpai.” Renmu mumbled. Lilia turned around a bit. “Senpai?” “Ah, where I'm from, we give each other honorifics. Senpai means that I'm showing respect to a classmate older than me.” Lilia hummed, “I like that. Now, what was it that you were saying?” “Lilia-Senpai, are you by any chance a Vampire?”

Lilia stopped walking this time. He turned around and looked at Renmu. Renmu couldn’t tell what kind of look it was he was giving him. “Gomenasai, that was rude of me to assume, right?” Renmu said anxiously. “What do you think, Renmu?” Lilia asked, mirthful. Renmu hesitated before answering. “I think that you are…” Renmu mumbled. “Then I am. I’ll be whatever you like me to be.” Lilia began walking again. Renmu walked with him again. They reached the Magic Mirror and Lilia let his bats go. They flew off into the cloudy night sky. “Thanks for walking me back.” Renmu said with a bow. Lilia chuckled. “Not a problem. I’ll see you at the party.” Lilia waved goodbye before grabbing the edge of his cape, pulling over his shoulder and disappearing out of thin air. All that was left were bats that soon turned into magic dust. Renmu blinked a few times. Renmu wanted to get to know these people more.

Renmu had enough time to go back to Ramshackle and freshen up again. He was feeling self-conscious after he had been outside. What if he smelled like outside? He spritzed himself with the cologne Sam gifted him. The scent was alluring. It smelled like Dahlia, Vanilla and Rose oil. Renmu hoped the cologne wasn’t enchanted or something. The last thing he needed was 7 guys and their Vice Houswardens chasing him like he was the next bachelorette or the last grilled cheese at the bakery. He looked at the label, “The Alluring Rose.” By the Poison Apple company. Renmu growled. “This stuff has to be enchanted. Well whatever, it’s too late for me to wash the scent off…Grim, I’m leaving.” Renmu yelled. Renmu could faintly Grim mumbling something about tuna and homework. Renmu shook his head and laughed as he left Ramshackle.

Part 2 can be found here.