#King of Blots Au

[lowkeyclueless5137]

I have art block :'3

So for now I will dump sum things from my sketchbook... Like au dumps in the form of traditional drawing.

Keep in mind that I did these at school, with only a multicolored pen, a crayon and highlighter :'3

This is the newest one in the sketchbook :'3

I caved in and did a genshin au but it's more Ace and Childe being brothers, as such Ace is your friendly Geo bow character that we meet during Fontaine :'3

He was initially meant to have a spear

I included 2 abouts, bc I feel like Ace could drop u either sum funny things or concerning lil snippets. :v

Also bc he is still from twisted wonderland, I felt it fit to make him a new type of vision frame. :D

Sum jjk cover ideas, from the double Isekai au. I really like how Floyd's turned out, mainly because of the goldfish. :'3

For Ortho/Orpheus I used a fountain pen for some bits and honestly, that shit colors so well, like how??? Irl it looks so nice. I had a field trip trying to get a brown for the coffin head, still I really like how simple is and the subtle references.

I really wanted to reference Kento's manga cover, so in all 3 there is 1 thing that is in common and I am curious to see if y'all can guess what it is. :3

The fight club au! :D

Tbh I have so many thoughts for it, despite these 2 not actually being the main focus (Epel is)

It's an Au that is inspired by the fighting club genre (street fighter, MK, etc.) tbh I really wanted to try some different types of poses and I thought that it was a nice exercise.

I actually messed up Riddle's jacket... Initially it was meant to be orange, but I changed my mind halfway so here we are. It was supposed to be a dark blue... :'3

My pen gave up halfway in here x3

Yes, it's the king of Blots Au, which was pretty fun to think about it. Especially since in here, Idia grows to be more independent in terms of doing certain chores he initially used machines for(Ramshackle Dormhead U-U). A cute headcannon in here is that Ortho usually naps when he takes his meds so Idia is more or so used to be deemed a pillow. :3

Rollo and Azul friendship✨

Sum Raincode shit :'3

There's a fricking stain on the page and IDK how it got there T-T

They have such fun story in this Au and Rollo being set on 'exorcising' Malleus and Idia is just a highlight, because for many who have no idea, Rollo seems like he's squaring with a bird and a lizard. :'3

Also big spoilers for Raincode au :v

This is the oldest drawing in this post tbh :v

Maybe I should dump more traditional drawings tbh... They are fun :3

[tteokdoroki]

HIGH HEELS - ryomen sukuna.

౨ৎ — about. “sukuna knows those heels, he’s pulled them off of you a million times before during a haze of lustful kisses and sly touches. he has no idea why the sight of them turns him on so much.” as rough and rugged as he may seem, ryomen sukuna lives to see his girl happy. he loves to see her smile. he loves to know she feels as good as she looks…but when you end up looking a little too good in a certain pair of heels, he can’t be blamed for making you late for a dreaded dinner... ( 6.2K )

౨ৎ — warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, pwp — video banner. modern!au, rich girl!au, forbidden romance, reader has sisters, degradation, praise, pain play, fingering (f!receiving), exhibitionism, slight!daddy kink, hold the moan, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), cum play, creampies, modern bf!sukuna, rich girl fem!reader.

౨ৎ — things to note. haii everyone ! it’s been a while since i posted a longer fic so im excited. this was supposed to be a thirst lol. i’m just testing the waters with my version of modern bf!sukuna ! many thanks to @yennified for the ask that inspired it all. i’d like to thank everyone for their patience ‘n i hope you enjoy mwah mwah <3 - m.list ⋆ read on ao3 ! ִ ࣪࣪𖤐₊ ⊹

“we’re going to be late, hot stuff.” 

“no we’re not, ryo. give me five minutes! i just need to —“ 

if there’s one thing ryomen ‘sukuna’ itadori had  learned from dating you, is that time management was never and never will be your strong suit.

if the phrase fashionably late could be embodied as a person, sukuna believes that it would definitely take the shape of you. you and your beautiful brown eyes that plead with him to give you a moment not even five minutes before you leave the house for dinner reservations. you and your sinful curves only accentuated the silk slip dresses you spend so long steaming before sukuna takes you out for the night. you and your perfect lips that have to be painted with the right gloss or lipstick to match your nails, purse and heels. 

all of you, and your beauty, make up the meat and bones of the phrase ‘fashionably late.’

just like right now, where you sit reapplying your hot chocolate lip gloss, perched on the edge of the luxurious king sized bed you’d demanded be in your hotel room. a room booked by your father for a family-oriented get-away. sukuna hadn’t wanted to come, as a man from humble beginnings, using your daddy’s money wasn’t something that he favoured — but the man liked to see his girl happy. sukuna lives to make you happy, even if he won’t admit it. 

“do ya really need five minutes to fix your lip gloss?” the pink haired man chides, sweeping a hand through his rosette locks in the mirror as he re-enters your bedroom. “i’ve seen you do it in less, gorgeous,” blood red eyes are quick to place you in the centre of the room — they never stray from you for too long, sukuna will always find you in a room no matter how busy or bare it is. your presence fills him with love and brings him comfort, even if he refuses to accept that as his truth. 

there’s a coldness to the look you give him over your compact mirror while you rub the swell of your lips together, spreading the pigment across them easily. it’s a warning not to rush you, a warning to your boyfriend who knows better. “i said, i need my five minutes.” 

ryomen drops the topic with a shrug, fixing his silky tie at the collar of his dress shirt — the one you’d so carefully picked because it matches the deep tone of his eyes and the colour of your slip dress. a mark of possession on your part. once he’s done, he takes to packing your designer clutch with all of your essentials from the dresser — blotting powder, your purse, any silver jewellery you’ll want to put on in the car. he slips on a couple of expensive rings to match with you too.

sukuna is more prepared for this dinner with your insufferable relatives than you are. he knows that tonight will be about your little sister and the rich lord she’s bagged as her boyfriend along with how soon they’ll be getting married. or it’ll focus on your older sister and her marriage that she’s trying so hard to keep together, despite it clearly falling apart. both of your siblings seem to think that they’re above you and your brooding, misunderstood boyfriend. 

but you don’t believe that. 

and you like to rub your love for one another in their bitter faces. 

“pretty girl,” sukuna purrs, his chest rumbling with affection once he takes note of your heels discarded to the side. their silver sparkles glint under the warm embrace of the lighting up above. sukuna knows those heels, he’s pulled them off of you a million times before during a haze of lustful kisses and sly touches. they’re expensive too — he has no idea why the sight of them turns him on so much. “if you don’t hurry up, we won’t be able to brag to your bitchy sisters about how in love we are.”

by no means is sukuna a man of weak resolve. his will is as strong as his exterior — coated in the scars of his rough past like the thick black tattoos that ink his arms. he remains strong in every scenario except for ones that concern you, one look from you and you’ve got that mountain of a man crumbling like an avalanche and falling to his knees. you cast your boyfriend an amused gaze, smacking your lips as you watch him sink to his knees before your very eyes. 

once again, your man takes the hint — thick fingers reaching for your glittery red bottom heels on the floor before he brings them up to the soles of your feet without a word. “you know how much i love the sound of that, ryo,” comes your dark hum, the colour of your eyes dimming with a desire ryomen sukuna knows all too well. “but i don’t see an issue with looking good while i do it.” 

“you’re right,” sukuna quips in a husky tone, taking one foot and slipping one of your expensive shoes onto it. “who cares if we’re late to meet your sisters. as long as you feel as good as you look — i couldn’t give a fuck.” his thick fingers that know the twitches and ticks of your body oh-so-well reach for the straps of your heels and slowly begin weaving them around your ankle, upwards. 

his blood red eyes remain hooked on your exposed thighs and supple skin, littered with a beautiful array of marks and scars from over your years of existence. some from before you even knew of ryomen, others from during your time together. “do you think i look good, baby?” you ask him innocently, leaning back on the bed with the palms of your hands lost in the whipped peaks of expensive cotton sheets — most exclusively found in this five star hotel. 

sukuna grins in that slow and sexy way which makes your stomach lurch with lust, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge. “fuckin’ gorgeous, they’ll be shakin with rage.” he says, praise melting on the tip of his tongue. his words, in a symphony syllables, are accompanied by an undercover tune of desire — sukuna is a hungry man with little patience and a big appetite. once he’s settled on something, he’s damn sure to get it. 

tonight; his prey is you. 

the hulking man with the contrastingly soft pink hair bends at the neck to press a chaste kiss to your knee cap, smoothing the rough surface of his palms and workman’s hands over your doughy thighs — massaging you, easing any knots and tension beneath the top layer of your warm skin. his lips, only slightly chapped, curl upwards with a knowing smile when you let out a pleased chirp. sukuna’s hands work wonders on your body — causing your mind to drift away from the family dinner that awaits you. 

tonight; you could very well fall victim to the claws and fangs ryomen sukuna possesses.

kisses quickly become open mouthed and wet, hot and slippery over your flesh — and soon, sukuna adds teeth to the mix once he reaches your inner thighs, littering the area with deep shades of purple and midnight blue. he had no intentions of ravaging you like this, at least not so soon, but with a woman this irritable and fiery and troublesome on his arm how could he not? they say that you attract what you put out and the mirthy look in your eye, hidden between beautiful brown flecks of innocence, tells sukuna that you’re exactly what his guarded soul has been looking for all of his life.

his pulse quickens beneath the calcium cage of his chest — heart beat rising as you allow his curious lips and pink fluffy hair begin to disappear under the silky fabric of your figure-hugging dress. sukuna can practically taste you, the air underneath your skirt is dewy and warm and your flavour (that he knows oh so well) lingers within its particles.

god, he wants you so bad. he doesn’t even care how this may look. 

a man like him on his knees, ready to worship you as if you spout riches and bleed liquid gold. 

except you do, you’re worth more than sukuna could ever hope to be. the weight of your net-worth unfairly tips the scales and he doesn’t even care. all because he loves you. 

“why’re we even goin’ to this stupid dinner in the first place?” your rough and ragged boyfriend ponders out loud, with his words slipping over the edge of his sneaky snake's tongue. said tongue, if ryomen inches forward enough, could drag over your budding clit — clearly outlined through the barely-there crotch of your lace panties. “spend the night with me, doll. don’t gotta go a place…” a thick finger pulls the string of fabric away from your sticky slit, toying with the material until your premature arousal glazes his fingertip. 

but before the man can reward himself with the goods between your perfect thighs — the sharp point of your heel digs into ryomen’s firm right pec. your shoes are clean so they won’t leave a mark, but he feels like you’ve left one on his heart, even as the bottom of your shoe pushes him back and away from your warmth. 

“oh ryo, you must be hungry for the wrong thing,” you laugh breathlessly with your head tipping backwards, the sound shooting straight down to the hardness beneath sukuna’s black slacks. you push at him further until he rests back on his haunches — expression crazed and like a starved animal. “you forgot the other shoe, love.” 

it turns out, you’re just as skilled a huntress as sukuna is. a vixen who stalks her prey and makes them beg for all her mercy. “how careless of me…” the man drawls, finding himself drawn to you like a moth to a candle’s flame. he craves your attention, he basks in it when you give it to him in the way that you do now. there’s not a moment where you’re not looking at him, admiring the shape and form of your man as if he’s the rarest piece of art in the world or a treasure more expensive than any diamond. 

within the depth of those enticing brown eyes lay the truest form of love — even when you’re seconds away from devouring each other, your love for ryomen outgrows any doubt planted in your heart by your bitter family. 

“y’must be so disappointed in me…” he goes on, lifting your second ankle in one hand and adjusting your foot into the perfect position to slip your other heel on.  “how can i make it up to ya, gorgeous?” sukuna’s voice is gravelly, laced with intonations of neediness as he laces you up and finishes the job with a hand clasped over your knee. “i’ll do anythin’, anythin’ you want.”

graciously, you remove your red bottom from his shoulder and part your knees like the Red Sea — giving the older itadori the perfect view of the small string of fabric nestled between your glistening folds. even with the way you play coy, you’re always ready for him — as if it’s coded into your DNA to yearn for his touch. 

the upper row of your teeth sink into your shiny bottom lip as you look down at your man with unadulterated hunger. “anything, ryo?” 

sukuna’s chest rumbles (like a storm) with pride, his watchful gaze noting how you twitch and writhe for more. he leans forward and lets his black painted nails sink into the surface of your thighs — dragging you towards his awaiting mouth. “anythin’ for you gorgeous.” he repeats, voice raspy. in one swift movement, your red-bottom heels are swung over wide shoulders with thick muscles, keeping you nice and spread for him. 

from over your barely-there-panties, a finger glides through your glistening pussy lips and presses into your budding clit just to get a reaction out of you. a squeak that makes sukuna’s hips buck into the floor and a full body shiver that has your heels knocking behind the man’s head. arousal pearls on his fingertip through the material, which he leisurely rubs into the rest of your heated and throbbing sex, right down to your quivering hole. 

two fingers with polished black nails slip past your underwear’s waistband and dip inside of you with practised ease, instantly curling to find that special spot that drives you up the wall. sukuna knows you well, he’s spent years getting to that point. he’s committed every little detail there is to know about you to memory — the your lashes flutter when you like how he touches you, the way your throat bobs just before you mewl out his name. he knows exactly what you like and how to make you feel good. that fact drives sukuna into a frenzy.

his fingers start to work you faster, a lewd suctioning sound echoing throughout the luxurious room the deeper they plunge into you. sukuna’s thumb deliciously rolls over your swollen clit to add to your mounting pleasure, writing the signature of his claim on one of the most sacred parts of your body — where no other person can have you. 

“ryomen!” you squeal in surprise, your shaky thighs threatening to close around your boyfriend’s skilled hands. your hole clenches around his thick digits feverishly while drooling directly into the seat of his rough palm.

a resounding chuckle echoes between your legs, vibrating against your syrupy sex as his pink head of hair disappears beneath the hem of your silken skirt. “that good, huh?” comes his lazy reply to your call of his name, using his fingers to fuck your arousal back into you. “what’s the matter, pretty girl?” 

condescension twists with your boyfriend’s baritone voice, sending sparks of delight through your body like a thunder strike from zeus himself. when it comes to sex and pleasing you — sukuna is a god amongst mankind. the best you’ve ever had:

“don’t tease,” you growl out impatiently through gritted teeth, though your words melt into a whiny moan when sukuna easily bares down on your g-spot because he knows your squishy insides like the backs of his very hands. he finds it adorable when your face scrunches at the sensation of his cold, silver ring brushing up against your molten, sticky cunt and hums in content when you squirt a little bit for him in response. “we…we h-have plans for tonight!” 

“‘m sorry princess, didn’t know we were in a rush.” ryomen says smugly, leaning into the sinful scent of your sex as if he’s been bewitched. not even the sound of your silver gladiator heels knocking against one another behind his head can pull the man out of this reverie. despite your warning, your boyfriend figures that there’s still time to have his way with you, you don’t really care about being on time to meet your family and you hardly have the brain capacity to think about them right now.

not when you fall under the vicious waves of ecstasy and give in to your depraved lover. ryomen quickly has you drowning in pleasure as he finally takes the plunge and replaces his thumb on your clit with his lips wrapped around it. he sucks on the little nub from over your panties, tongue glazing the fabricated barrier with his saliva as he commits the taste of you to memory once again. 

your natural musk has sukuna drunk and high within seconds. you’ve got him returning to old habits and addictions he doesn’t have the strength to fight off. you’re bad for him and he knows it, but he can’t help but to make out with your clothed mound like it’s his life’s mission, mapping out the shape of your cunt through the stringy, soiled material. you ought to be embarrassed with the way you throb against sukuna’s eager lips as he buries his face further into your pussy. he inhales sharply, nastily, with his nose nudging against the sensitive treasure in circles — coaxing you open like a flower in the spring bloom. 

ecstasy decides to bloom within you too, evergreen roots taking residence deep within your chest and curling around your beating heart. your pulse quickens in anticipation, an intoxicating veil of covetous yearning shrouding your brain in darkness as the tip of sukuna’s tongue now begins to circle your tight little entrance. even with the fabric in the way, you greedily attempt to clench down on his predatory pink appendage and keep him locked inside your cunt — squirting small streams of your juices in the process. 

if your siblings could see you right now, how dirtily your man begins to ravage you just minutes before your family dinner while dripping on his tongue and the expensive bed daddy paid for, they’d be horrified. the sentiment strikes a pang of arousal in you, spreading to your boyfriend like a wildfire. 

and as ryomen hooks a finger around the soiled gusset of your panties to pull them down, you hardly find it within yourself to care about what your snotty sisters might think — not when you’re about to receive the best head and best orgasm of your life. 

“how d’ya wan’it?” instead of making a move to eat you out properly, ryomen takes two fingers and spreads your folds and exposes them to the blazing heat of his breath. exhaling through his nose next, he watches with blood red eyes as you twitch beneath his hold, dribbling liquid gold more than his mouth drools. “you’re so fuckin’ wet…all this from puttin’ on those pretty shoes?” your thigh shifts in response, heels clicking and back arches from luxury sheets crinkling under your back.

huffing impatiently, you send a threatening look down at your boyfriend despite how vulnerable you are to his torture teeth that could tear you apart in an instant. “ryo…your mouth,” you whinge, voice slipping into an almost babyish tone. despite your hard stare, your eyes are wet and wide like a prey animal watching its life go by right before it’s hunted or a deer in headlights, for that matter. “you promised you wouldn’t t-tease!”

“yeah, yeah, i know. ‘m sorry,” sukuna hums confidently, except he’s not really apologetic in the slightest — hardly doing his best to tame the uncomfortable yearning building up at your core. you’re a mess for him and he loves it, he’s entertained by the thought of you needing him so bad that it might kill you. he takes pride in knowing it’s not just him who feels this way. “thank you for tellin’ me, by the way. gonna use my mouth to fuck this pretty pussy til’ she’s creamin’ all for me,” he growls to you in a sultry tone, his aphrodisiac-like  words a breath’s width away from your sloppy mound — its timbre sound sending tremors of electricity through your swollen, unattended clit that convulses from the lack of attention.

nothing inflates ryomen sukuna’s ego more than the feeling of your sex throbbing against his face — juices glossing the plump swell of his lips as he wraps them around your puffy pleasure nub. his chest bristles as you open up for him like a flower in spring, the scent of your arousal acting like a perfume to him — the bee with the stinger of pleasure. he works his savage mouth along the length of your slit, as though he lacks the manners of a decently raised man, tongue prodding at your entrance just to be mean. after a while, sukuna stops sucking and making out with your dirty, creamy cunt to nip at your titillating folds, taking one between rows of sharpened pearly whites and gently pulling it away from you. 

at the abrupt feeling — you cry out hoarsely in a mix of bliss and surprise, taking a peek at the pink haired man between your spiked thighs with swimming vision. sukuna’s face is soaked, his angled jaw and cheeks and chin glazed in a layer of your slick as if he’s bitten into the ripest piece of fruit in adam and eve’s garden. the trail runs armously down and over his adam’s apple, coaxing your lover into eating you out properly this time. 

finally, finally putting his filthy mouth to good use.

“fuck, i love the way y’drool for me down here. got so much to give, don’cha gorgeous?” sukuna mewls into you whilst kitten licking your slit, drinking you in as though you’re a glass of water in an oasis of lust and sex. he chuckles happily at your dreamy sigh and circling hips that grind down on his face, tapping three fingers against your sticky pleasure bud lovingly. annoyingly ( but not without appreciation from you), sukuna takes it a step further by sloppily kissing you there. 

even with the time crunch, your pleasure takes priority. eating you out is like a reward for your man, it’s as though he was out on this earth by the gods purely to make you see stars. you feel lucky that he chose you out of all he could where he feels blessed to be the man you let touch you like this. 

“mmph, ryo… always g’na be wet f’you. for my man. only you get me this fucked up,” you drawl with a silky voice, making a show of tweaking your own nipples from over your dress for your boyfriend. with the slipperiness of a snake, your hands slide down from between the valley of your heaving breasts, over your clothed tummy ( that twists with knots of ecstasy ) and into the slicked pink locks that tickle your inner thighs. messing up his perfect look, you grip sukuna’s roots and tug on them forcefully — coaxing him further into the debauched realm concealed by the skirts of your dress.  

“princess…” ryomen lets out a pathetic, muffled groan — increasing the pace of the tip of his tongue as it lewdly flicks at your sex. “have you always had such a dirty mouth? what would yer daddy think?”

your head tips back at the new, gratifying sensation — ecstasy mounting in your lower tummy like bricks of a steady wall. “for as long as i’ve been yours,” comes your crazed and melodious laughter, only interrupted by pockets of squelching noises emitted from your squelching cunt. “oh baby…i don’t give a fuck about what my ‘daddy’ thinks. only you. let him stay mad — f-fuck! kuna!”

fuelled by the idea of pissing off your stuck up family, tattooed hands move to grip where your legs bend at the knee — pushing them back until your skirt rides up over your fleshy ass and your knees hit your shoulders and the soles of your shoes are able to lay flat against sukuna’s rippling back muscles. he hisses at the slight sting he feels from the pointed heel digging into his skin through his shirt, but it only fucks him up more. your pleasure is his pain, ryomen doesn’t give a fuck about anything else except for how good his girl feels. 

somewhere amongst the sweat soaked sheets your phone lets out a shrill cry — signifying a call from someone in your spoiled family. without sukuna’s command, you scramble through the sea of stiff fabric peaks and reach for the device, hitting the answer button before checking the contact. 

“h-hello?” you say in a poor attempt to speak clearly, stifling a deep moan. “speak of the devil and the devil shall appear…” comes your shallow whisper as you address your boyfriend. your chest grows sticky with perspiration beneath the bust of your dress — breathing uneven and heavy because of the way ryomen’s tongue wriggles past your tight little hole, squirming about against your lush walls to hit that special spot that has you screaming and seeing stars while on the phone to one of your relatives.

“excuse me, young lady?” it’s your father, much to sukuna’s dismay, his voice is irritatingly recognisable over the crackling of the line. of course he would find some way to unknowingly interrupt yourself and your loving, doting, disapproved boyfriend. “you were supposed to meet your sisters and i for dinner nearly forty minutes ago. where are you?” 

sukuna’s agitation shows with each wet kiss he aggressively places between your swollen folds, nasty and miscalculated whilst designed to leave you a shaky mess.“o-oh! hi daddy,” you emphasise the word, voice rising an octave until its light an airy. your swimming, doe eyes lock with crimson ones that bore into the depths of your soul from below — taunting and testing the pink haired man’s patience. “‘m getting ready. don’t you want me to look pretty?” 

the silky lilt to the tail end of your words causes sukuna to growl against your pulsating, temperate mound while his fingers yank you down onto his handsome face by your meaty thighs. eagerly, your hips canter down to match the stride of his tongue stroking your pretty pussy as though you’re riding his aching cock to your heart’s content. his tongue fills you up almost as good, warmly slipping and sliding over pleasure spots only he can reach. 

he kitten licks and sucks and bites at your raw sex like a wild animal, loudly moaning into you with every roll of your cunt over his face. you taste like heaven, the flavour almost angelic on his tongue. sukuna feels like a sinner with a greedy craving for more and if you cared just a little bit, you might have been concerned about your father catching the lascivious sounds from between your thighs over the phone. 

“i’m past the point of caring about how you present yourself at dinner,” your father says your name stern and low — talking to you as if you’re a child and not the woman you’d grown into. “your sisters are ravenous, they flew all the way into the country for this. don’t you think that they deserve an ounce of your time?” 

losing yourself to the danger of it all, you chuck your phone to the side after putting it on loud speaker. your lover targets your prominent, adorable clit again, the tip of his tongue rolling it in large circles until you’re close to tearing the sheets from the bed. you try your best to contain the scream building up in your throat, but sukuna has never made it easy for you to keep quiet. 

“mph…fuck!” 

“young lady! watch your mouth!” your father scolds you, still blissfully unaware of the fact that you’re getting tongue fucked by the man he hates all the way up to cloud nine. “i bet that good for nothing scoundrel has put you up to this. i keep telling you, no daughter of mine should be with a man like that. where is he? he’s the one making you late.” 

“actually, dad, sukuna’s been a good boy. sitting all handsome in those suits you like. i’m the one making…oohhh…m-making us late!” cruel carmine eyes flutter at your generous praise, lovesick as a sunburn like blush spreads over the bridge of sukuna’s nose from how desperate he is for you. if you tried your hardest to listen in over the wet sounds of your cunt being sucked on for dear life, along with the shaky delectable laments your lover lets out, you might be able to hear the sound of a zipper going down or the slickness of sukuna’s hand around his meaty shaft as he jerks himself off. no longer able to fight off his desire for you. 

your stomach flips at the sight and the pleasure mounts with your impending high, dainty fingers beginning to tug and twist at sukuna’s blushing pink hair. his pain is your pleasure.

“you’ve lost your mind, i didn’t raise you to be like this.” 

“you hardly…hardly raised me at all,” the words feel tacky in your mouth, as if it’s been stuffed with cotton that sucks up your saliva. it doesn’t help that your voice begins to waver too, reaching whistle tone notes. 

ryomen sukuna doesn’t know what’s hotter, the fact that you’re so easily able to sass your rich, douchey father or the fact that you’re letting him give you head while on the phone. “shit,” he curses as low as possible, using one had to smooth the pad of his thumb over the slit in his cockhead — smearing the precum that beads there over the sensitive flesh. his kiss swollen lips part from your sweet sex for only a moment to taunt you. he remains connected to you by a single rope of clear elixir that leaks from your precious little hole. “god, gorgeous. you’re fuckin’ drenched…all from talkin’ back to daddy, huh?” 

a lewd and sacchariferous mewl rumbles from deep in your chest as it rapidly rises and falls. it’s all too much for you to keep up with, you’re way too dizzy and it’s only made worse when sukuna bobs his head between your quivering legs so that his fat tongue drags through the entirety of your ravaged pussy lips. 

“holyfuckingshit!” you shoot the man a  glare once you remember where you are and who you’re on the phone to.

ryomen offers up a cocky smirk as his excuse before delving beneath your silken skirts once more, though it does nothing to mask how turned on he is — squeezing the base of his drippy shaft to stop himself from cumming too soon to the sight of you. 

you try not to forget the presence of your father again, it would be hard to, since he’s insistent on betraying you down the phone. “speak back to me again and i’m cutting you off. starting with cancelling the card you and your mangy boyfriend live off of.” 

“do it, i dare you.” you somehow manage to snap back, jolting at the sensation of sukuna’s razor sharp teeth grazing your clit. he hisses deliciously against your sex as your heels cut pretty crescent moons into his back. “i-i wonder what mom would have to say about it if you…if you did!” 

silence echoes down the line, broken by small pockets of your boyfriend slurping on your folds like a man starved. slurps that you’re just so blessed to be able to hear. you should feel ashamed instead of hungry, doing nothing to tame the greedy beast inside you that craves more and more of sukuna’s attention on you. you must have lost your mind, for letting him eat you out so brazenly while you converse with your father on the phone. it’s so depraved, so dirty and yet you wouldn’t give this… give sukuna up for the world. 

you love him more than anything. love how he treats you like you’re the strongest person he knows whilst handling you as though you’re made of glass. you love how he gets off to you, dribbling thick white from the tip of his cock because you make him a mess enough to need to jerk off. you love how he pleasures you, his baritone laments and simpers muffled against your cunt sending fireworks up your spine and setting them off at your tailbone where your mounting pleasure lies. 

you love ryomen ‘sukuna’ itadori, and no amount of scolding from your father will ever change that. 

“just…just be here within the hour. please.” your father requests quietly. 

“see you soon, daddy,” you hang up the phone faster than a lightning strike, all of your composure flying out of the window with the last dial tone. “ryo, fuck! i’m close… gonna cum. please, hurry!”

“god you’re such a fuckin’ menace, hah, pretty girl?” your pink haired lover quips airily, his jaw tight from flicking his tongue against your sex in sync with his fist flicking around his throbbing dick, slinging precum about the place. he’s amused and love sick all at once, a feeling that was once foreign to ryomen before he met you. “gotcha so turned on by talking back to your dad, yeah? all while i ate this pretty fuckin’ pussy out… so nasty,” only sukuna could make you feel this loved while degrading you, the only man who’s ever been able to do so. none of them could come close to knowing your body like he does, the way you twitch when you’re close and start to pout like a spoilt brat when you’re frustrated from waiting for your orgasm.

sukuna takes the edge off by lifting a tattooed arm and slapping his hand down on the entirety of your cut — letting out a haughty moan at the sight of glistening droplets of arousal flying about the place while your heels drag down his back with delightful pain. you cry out, but your boyfriend’s mouth is back on you in seconds — soothing your poor pussy. “‘m so lucky to have you though, my nasty fuckin’ princess,” he mewls into you, using his tongue to bully your g-spot over and over and over while he fists his precum glazed cock into oblivion. “gonna make you cum, gorgeous girl. let you make a mess in my mouth, you want that?” 

“m-more than anything, ryo!” you wail, fighting back tears as you spew a fresh wave of your sweet nectar from your pathetic hole. you do have a dinner to get to after all, you should only be crying from one place. your cunt. the sound of said squelching cunt and your dulcet whines make sukuna’s balls twitch with a load he would only dedicate to you.  “i love you, love you s’much…love you,” 

the delirium starts to catch up with you, becoming too much to bare as you babble nonsense into the sex tainted air. you can’t hold back, some of your release already beginning to stream out of you. “‘m gonna cum, ryo…cum with me, please!” you squeal in warning, mere seconds before your body succumbs to sukuna’s eager tongue and the wrath of your orgasm. 

“love you too, s’much,” your glittery heels knock behind his sweaty mass of pink hair, cutting into his back as he walks you through it all. “f-fuck baby, that’s it,” he goads as you gush into his mouth like a tidal wave. you have so much to give, release trickling into his mouth, painting his cheeks and sliding down his adam’s apple in a viscous current. sukuna is swept away by the arousal in the air, drinking you in as he pumps his cock harshly and in tune with the way you weakly hump at his face through the aftershocks. 

pulling his sticky mouth away from your equally sticky sex, sukuna replaces his tongue with three of his fingers to your clit — coaxing you through the rest of your high as he draws random shapes on the puffy nub. “keep that orgasm goin’ for me, pretty princess, give it to me…give it t’me while i fill you up,” he rambles brainlessly, abruptly standing up as he fists his cock pulled out from the zipper of his dress pants — barely fighting back his own orgasm. “spread those fuckin’ legs, wanna cum inside.” 

“ryo!” 

“ahh, fuckin’…fuuuck!” in one swift move, your boyfriend slips his sensitive and bulbous cockhead past your quivering, orgasming entrance — shallowly thrusting into your tight heat as you spasm around him, before he’s thrown off the edge into his own high. “c-cummin’…” hot sticky ropes of white seed flood your womb, which sukuna keeps plugged into you as he folds you over — chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. your heels clink at the dip in his waist behind his back. you’re still cumming as languid thrusts smear your boyfriend’s cum against your rippling walls, but you’re content, breathing beginning to even out as you both come down from cloud nine.

still releasing in small spurts, ryomen slowly pulls out of you with soft kisses pressed to the side of your face. “sorry, didn’t wanna fuck up my pants before dinner,” he chuckles over the warm static spreading over your happy little brain. 

you offer him your own dopey laughter, remaining sprawled out underneath your hunk of a man. “so you decide to just jizz inside of me? you’re a class act ryo. what about my dress?” 

“first of all, you don’t like it when shit goes to waste ‘n second off all, i made damn sure that it stuck. your dress is fine, brat.” a chaste kiss is pressed to your nose as sukuna helps you sit up, double checking for any mess he might have left between your shaky legs. “let me clean you up, don’t want your dad findin’ out what we were really up to all this time.” 

“pretty sure he already knows,” you shrug, rolling your ankles as you lean down to fix a strap on your heel. “you’re a messy eater, ryo.” 

but before you can fix your shoe back into place, ryomen sukuna is already on it — adjusting the strap to sit comfortably on your leg before he stands again and retreats to the bathroom for a warm cloth to clean you up with. 

you watch with a smirk as he goes, admiring all of the little red marks on his shoulder blades you’ve left on him with your shoes. “then i guess i’ll have to use some fuckin’ table manners at dinner,” he remarks childishly. “but i can’t help how delicious you look in those heels, gorgeous.” 

and it’s true, you’re the only meal sukuna could ever want — especially when you leave your claim on him with high heels like that. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere. special thanks to @yennified for the ask below !

[stupidneko]

here they are!

twst apocalyptic future au

Gorgon(Lisha) - Blot Queen, ruler of the Phantom Sea that surrounds the Island of Woe

Malleus Draconia - King Of Thornes, Ruler of Briar Valley

Idia Shroud - Tartarus's Guardian(together with Ortho of course) S.T.Y.X.'s last Leader

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Winter's King 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia

Note: this one came out of no where.

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It’s uncharacteristically grim on the plains of Debray. Rains pelt the tall green grasses, flattening them in a slanted downpour that dims the horizon. Clouds blot out the daylight and lend to atmosphere of unease in the warring lands. 

Behind the castle walls, one can forget about the bloodshed staining the counties red, though it is all the dukes and his audience can speak of. The lords that bluster through those gates, sometimes at the toll of morning, some in the black swathes of night. You can’t count them all, you can name even fewer, but they come anon and leave just as brusquely. 

A peel of thunder shakes the land and a dark line limns the curve of the horizon. What appears first as a storm cloud advances quickly through the fields, appearing more clearly to the naked eye, distant nonetheless. Men. Another party fast on the approach. 

The alarm goes up at a man’s holler. Ethred, man at the gate hollers to the other men in mail. Niam peers out from the vantage of the tower and calls back down. A hush falls and bodies scurry all around, metal clinking and boots crunching. There’s something amiss. Something you can’t quite place. 

You turn away from the window, the steam rising from the basin in your hand swirling around your head. You carry on down the corridor, wool skirts around cautious steps as you balance the swaying water in the vessel. You approach the lady’s door and give it a rap with your knee. Merinda, another handmaid, opens it from within. 

You enter without a word and place the basin on the vanity table. The duke’s daughter preens herself with a painted fan, fluttering her lashes at her reflection as her curls spill down her long back. She tilts her head this way and that. She snaps the fan shut and puts it down, touching her soft brown cheeks with a devilish grin. 

“Do you know what father mentioned last eve?” Jazlene asks with a vain flutter of her lashes. 

“What did he mention?” Her mother, Lady Rezlyn prompts lazily as she plucks another cherry from a dish heaped in fruit. 

“A husband,” the daughter grins coyly at herself, “it is well due, isn’t it, mother? Who do you think it might be? Lord Gai, perhaps? He is young still.” 

“Perhaps the Earl of Mesafin,” her mother taunts back to a disgusted gasp. 

“Do not,” Jazlene pouts, “I could never... I am much too pretty for that haggard beast.” 

“Well, then, who might you have, precious?” Rezlyn goads. 

There is a clamour in the hall that keeps the younger of the woman from answering. She rolls her eyes and darkly glare at the door. You peer back behind your shoulder as a wail goes up carrying her father’s name; ‘Lord Dustan!’ 

“What is all that?” Jazlene whines, “as if it isn’t enough with the rain and the winds. It is summer!” 

“It’s always summer in Debray, darling,” Rezlyn scoffs, “otherwise I’d have never married your father. Pray you don’t hook yourself a winter lord.” 

You peek over your shoulder as you stand near the door, in your vigil, awaiting your next order. You face the ladies again as the elder continues to feast and the younger fusses over her thick brows. You scrunch your lips back and forth, a habit that often has your jaw aching. 

Jazlene turns to narrow her eyes at you, “what is it then? What has you making faces?” 

You bow your head, appeasing her ego, “my lady, there were men coming. A party approaching from the north.” 

“There are always men,” she shakes her head, “who was it then? Anyone I should wear silk for?” 

Her mother laughs, “I warn you, daughter, that trite tongue will not endear any husband.” 

“I do not know, lady,” you answer. 

“Ugh, useless, must I work as my own handmaid?” Jazlene tisks, “come, pin my hair. Merinda find me a gown. Mother... wipe the dribble from your chin.” 

“Eh, watch yourself,” Lady Rezlyn rises and wipes her lips with her sleeve. She wears muslin in a dark shade of burgundy, embroidered with little copper finches. “Or hope you marry above me before you lash that tongue at me.” 

Jazlene merely trills with laughter. You take the pins and work at twisting her fine curls into place. Merinda brings to her a dress of teal satin and is promptly shooed away, “something pink. It brings out my bosom.” 

You ignore her bawdy jest as her mother harrumphs. You work in quiet tandem with the other handmaid. You add a touch of paint to the lady’s cheeks and kohl around her eyes. You tint her lips with pigment and she pushes out her lips at the mirror. You help Merinda dress her, pulling the noble daughter’s corset tight enough to leave her lightheaded. 

The pair of ladies, elder and younger, leave the chamber with you at their skirt tails. They sweep through the corridors with chins up. They are queens in their own minds. Their fine dresses and sparkling gems are untouched by the disparity of war. The lives lost are squares on a game board, tawdry talk for men in their studies. 

“Lord Dustan,” Lady Rezlyn mimics the earlier call for the lord of the castle, “my husband. Dear, dear husband!” 

The women go to the banister and look down upon the great hall as the flurry continues below. You and Merinda loom behind, not daring to stand at a level with the pompous nobles. You have never volunteered yourself for their impetuous lashings. 

“Woman!” Dustan booms back up, “do not trouble me now.” 

“Oh, has another lord come? Perhaps a suitor for our lovely daughter--” 

“Cease!” The duke demands hotly, “now is not the time for womanly games.” 

“Tell me it true, husband, she will be an old maid before you find a suiting son-in-law--” 

“Go away to your chambers. Now. The men who come are not to be trifled with and you lot do trifle overly much!” 

“Bah! Oh do not be so uncouth!” Rezlyn decries. 

“Father, please, is it a husband?” 

“Go before I send my guards up to put you away like thieves in a dungeon. Hear me when I warn you that this does not concern you. Not as yet,” Dustan snarls, “you would spoil this war with your puny concerns.” 

“Ugh,” his wife puts her hand to her forehead, “he does tax me. All I ask of him is to take care of us, daughter. As any husband should.” 

“I should have your lips sewn shut!” Dustan rebukes hotly, “be gone before I find a tailor.” 

The women share an aghast look. The turn back to flutter away in their skirts. You and Merinda follow them to the drawing room, closing them in as they fall onto the velvet cushions. Jazlene reclines dramatically on the chaise as her mouth mopes on a sofa. 

“Shall I be alone forever, mother?” Jazlene snivels, “why won’t he let me marry?” 

“He only wants to find the right man, that is all, darling,” Rezlyn coaxes. “He is overprotective and that is good for it means he will find a husband for you with a similar bearing.” 

“Such sweet words cannot convince me. He punishes me. When all my lady friends have wed and borne a whelp or two, I remain with the dust and stone.” 

“Do not be theatrical,” Rezlyn girds, “you are silly.” 

“I am not silly, mother. I am afraid. I am twenty and three and I have no suitor. I have only a war butchering any man who might have my hand. Why must this go on? Why must I suffer for the gripes of stubborn kings.” 

“We cannot fear. This war will be won and you will have a knight for a husband. Isn’t that better? To have a warrior you can be proud of than some bookish lord in his tower?” Rezlyn stands and moves to sit with her daughter, petting her as she cooes, “oh my beautiful, no man can resist you. You will see.” 

⚔️

Some hours pass with the restless women, pacing and chattering, about careless things beyond marriage and war. Like needlework and a banquet that should be had upon the truce. Would that the day would come sooner. 

You and Merinda stifle yawns that pass between you. The act is contagious as you stand in the tedium of the wealthy and wait for a duty to be called upon you. The hours you spend watching the women preen and swoon make you envy the stable boys and the shit shovelers. 

The noise beyond those walls continues. You heard the moat open and the clopping hooves of horses, even the clatter of carts. The voices had since hushed but footfalls carried back and forth. The wordless activity betrays an air of impatience, almost of nervousness. As the ladies within mirror the sentiment. 

Finally, as the windows darken and the candles burn brighter, a knock shakes the door. The ladies snap their heads around. Merinda is asleep on her feet as you move first. You open to a man in grey and black waits on the other side. He is not Lord Dustan’s. 

“The duchess and her daughter,” he garbles through a mouth that sounds full of salt. 

You dip your head and look to the ladies in question. There is a tension, of unease, of unknowing, of excitement turned to dread. This is not as it has been. There is not call to the dinner table. There is no buoyant introduction of a lord Dustan met as a young scamp. There is silence and fear. Has someone died? Has a battle been lost? 

The women emerge and greet the man with niceties and tight-lipped simpers. He does not pay them heed as you and Merinda exchange looks. You trail after the ladies but the man stops. He turns back, a hand on the pommel at his waist, and sneers, a furrow in his brow. 

“One of ya,” he grits. 

Jazlene says your name. She must’ve noticed Merinda swaying on her feet. If she even cares so much about a maid. You keep your head down and follow as they press on. Down the corridor and around the duke’s study, recently deemed his war room. You’ve never been within. It is not the domain of women. 

The grey and black soldier thumps on the door. Mother and daughter clasp hands. Even they can sense the unusual frigidity. The door opens from within. It is Lord Dustan. He wears a serious look on his lined face. The ladies are beckoned in and the soldier nudges you after them as you hesitate. 

Lanterns light the space from the desk at the rear of the chamber. The large table draped in maps, wooden horses, and little wooden pucks stands central on a thick rug. A figure stands behind it, head down as his burly and broad silhouette seems to sop up the shadows. 

The ladies follow the duke to stand across from the man. His head is down as he slides a horse along a road on the map. He stops it and grips it tight. He looks up and the lantern light dances on his features. You suck in a breath, as the rest do, stunned by his appearance. 

His hair is white, his eyes are a goldish yellow, pupils deep pools of black, and his square jaw is just as thick as the rest of him. You have never seen a man like him before, but you have heard of one. Of him. King Geralt of Rivia. 

You stand in similar confusion to the ladies. Their silent confoundment is broken by Duke Dustan as he nears the table. He sniffs and presses his fingers to the table top. 

“Your highness, my wife, Lady Rezlyn, and my daughter, Lady Jazlene,” he introduces. 

The women glance at each other then curtsy to the white king. He watches them dully. You fold your hands, taking it in curiously. It is rather something to witness the scene. You are so unimportant as to not be a part of it. 

“Your highness,” the recite, “it is...” 

“An honour,” Dustan finishes for them, “of course it is. We fondly welcome you and your allyship. We hope that we will be essential in ending this war. In helping you attain the peace you have so valiantly fought for--” 

The king raises his hand to silence the lord. You can’t help but quork your head. Allyship? But King Geralt, he is of Rivia, he is of the hinterland, he is the one who invaded the summer country and bid it his own. He is the foe. That is what they told you. 

“Enough...” the king speaks in a silty tone that scrapes in his throat. His eyes wander over the women and narrow. You wince as your own meet his golden irises and you shy away, putting your chin to your chest. That’s a mistake. “...words.” He slaps his hand down, “you do not win wars with words.” 

“Yes, your highness, you are correct. I know it well. It is why I invited you here. It is the very reason I made my entreaty. You have my men, they will win this war for you.” 

The king is hardly impressed by the fact. He looks back to the table and moves the horse further before turning it back. He knocks it over and stands completely straight. 

“And the daughter of Debray, your highness. To have a wife of summer’s blood, men will bend the knee. If you show them you do not mean to eradicate but to join with them,” Dustan moves to stand closer to his daughter, “isn’t she a fine queen for a fine kingdom?” 

Jazlene swoons and falls against her father. She’s fainted. Rezlyn grabs onto her other shoulder and you peek up at the chaotic scene. You come forward to help, snatching a pillow from the single couch, and you place it under Jazlene’s head as they lay her down on the floor. 

A shadow shifts as Dustan and Rezlyn fuss over their daughter, fanning and calling to her. You look up as darkness clusters over you. You see the king staring down at the scene. No, not them. He staring at you. Before he can reprimand you, you put your head down. 

You must quit that lest you find yourself at the wrong end of a switch. 

[merakiui]

Mera I beg of you, just a morsel, a sliver even, of overblot malleus content....

I am here to deliver a morsel of Malleus!!! >w< if you aren't aware of its existence, I also wrote an overblot Mal fic that can be found here!

I actually really love everything about Malleus in book 7. The absurd power he holds, the way he's essentially stitching together ideal dreams for NRC students (or dreams he thinks are ideal). I love the fact that he's poking his nose in and out of various dreams to ensure every dreamer remains sleeping. It's so eerie. The amount of control he has. I genuinely believe, if not for Silver's UM being a foil to Malleus, it's very likely he would have won and Sage's would've remained locked in eternal slumber. If anyone has watched Centaurworld, Mal reminds me of the Nowhere King's lullaby...... orz

I still can't get over how he breaks the fourth wall in the beginning of book 7 to hum the opening. That's still so insane to me........ top ten twst moments of all time omg!!!!

Ramblings aside, what if he constructs a dream for you in which you return home....... based on what you've told him about where you come from, he's able to use those details and take a few creative liberties of his own to construct a dream in which you've made it back home. But there's always something so unsettling and not-quite-right about this dream version of your world. Malleus's own preferences spill into the dream, and everywhere you go you're seeing bits and pieces of Mal. The trees that sway in the breeze look startlingly like a certain pair of emerald green eyes. The people who inhabit this dream feel so two-dimensional. It's home, or is it? Weirdcore vibes all around. <3

And of course there's the classic somno thoughts in which you're dreaming peacefully all while your body in the real world is subjected to Malleus's selfish, wicked indulgences.

Aaaa but maybe,,,, disregarding most of book 7 altogether,,, what if your ideal dream is just full of freakiness? >:) monsterfucking route where it's just you and overblot gangbang hehe. Or or!!!! To bring back apocalypse/infection au flavors....... a concept in which no one can stop Malleus and so everyone is trapped in eternal slumber. Maybe it's the blot that sustains the students after their internal faculties shut down. Waaaaa body horror + having to see your friends now in such a mindless state if you ever are granted the opportunity to wake up again,,, something something Mal needs wants a wife someone to rule alongside him and you're perfect for that role. Something something your friends aren't all there,,, reduced to undead dolls in a way.

Too many messy scenarios and thoughts,,, forgive how scattered it is, but I like overblot Malleus a lot. :3

[yuri-is-online]

Can we hear your thoughts on Leona! Yutu?

Since Leona died fighting the Phantom, Yutu obviously wouldn't have met him, and I'm wondering about your ideas between what Leona became after NRC, how the loss of Yuu affected him, Leona's death, and Yutu's opinion of him before and after meeting him. I had an errant idea of Leona having Died a Hero's Death and then when Yutu meets him it's like, "THIS is the guy my parent was willing to spend the rest of their life with???"

Anyway yeah. As a Leona Simp, I would much appreciate anything you write.

Does he like cats... you know I have always sort of seen Leona has having a petty rivalry with Grim because he thinks he should be the King Cat, so the image of Leona! Yutu lying in a field with a bunch of cats is sort of a perfect contrast. I like it: Leona! Yutu absolutely loves cats and they love him.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. You can find even more stuff for it on my masterlist under the series section.

Leona and and his position in the kingdom's line of succession... Based off my understanding of what we see in the Tashmina event I think the Savanna would prioritize protecting their royal family over a lot, something that pissed Leona off. He went to fight the King of Beast's phantom because he saw it as a problem he made and that he needed to take responsibility for sure, but also because he had no faith in his brother to do anything meaningful about it. I want to say that his brother wanted to enshrine Leona as a hero for his sacrifice, but that this decision was very unpopular with his advisors so he was buried in the Elephant Graveyard without much fanfare. He is an extremely popular figure with the hyenas, as is Ruggie. They see him as restoring the Kingdom's honor in a way by defeating the false king, something no other country in the apocalypse can claim, but things are still rough since they can't rely on tourism anymore and the blot has been making the weather really unpredictable, leading to bad harvests and starving people.

If Yuu was Leona's... losing them wouldn't have a noticeable affect on him but it was a massively crushing blow. We know he hates his unique magic because turning things to sand is a curse in the Savanna, but did it really have to be his own family this time? The family he got in spite of himself, the one fucking person who chose him no matter how much he snapped at them and tried to convince them to see him for what he was; a worthless dead end that would only hurt them. And what's worse is he knows that whoever took them had his brother's cooperation.

"Couldn't let me have this one fucking thing could you?" He's laughing as he says it and not even the irritation in his sister in law's eyes makes him back down. "Stuff it. I ain't stupid enough for whatever line you got fed and I don't care about your justifications. You're gonna have to live with this one on your own, Falena. Just like I have to."

He refuses to talk to his other family after that. No matter who is asking or making demands, taking Yuu and Yutu away from him is just one step too far. His brother probably thought that Yuu would be allowed to come home and that's why he let them go, but that's not exactly an excuse Leona would be willing to accept from anyone, let alone the supposed leader of a state. He almost feels relived when the blot phantoms start wreaking things, Leona might just want to sleep until you come to wake him up again but fighting things gives him an excuse to get his mind off things. Dying is a relief, he doesn't have to deal with Idia's whining or living without you any longer than he already has. His only regret is that he had to take Ruggie with him.

I really love this fanart and head cannon fima11 had of Leona's hair being light when he was born, and the color getting darker as he grows, so the idea of something similar happening with Leona! Yutu when he's born is really sweet. Leona's hair sort of resembles a mane, it'd be cute if Leona! Yutu's did the same. And genetics are already so weird I don't think any earth doctors would like too much of it.

Leona! Yutu is a sleepy boy. His hobby is napping and his favorite place in the whole wide world is his bed. He has a bad habit of laying face first in his pillows because he snores pretty loudly and he doesn't want to wake anyone up, which sort of makes him look like he has passed out as opposed to just settled down for a good snooze.

Because he is being raised by a single parent in the human world and not a bunch of gossipy servants hired by emotionally neglectful royalty, Yutu is significantly less entitled than Leona is. He has good sense with his money and can work hard, he just has a bit of a problem with resting bitch face that leaves people thinking he is rude. And to be fair? If someone is testing his patience then he really can be. Apple didn't fall far from the tree, Yutu is absolutely brutal when people test his patience.

Yuu's memories of Leona don't exactly help with his perceived behavior problems, they recall Leona's catty personality and how rude he could be, but that he was so remarkably clever and so very strong, that they were in awe of him sometimes. I think they would mention that he struggled with depression due to a difficult upbringing and feel a need to make sure Yutu felt appreciated and like he could do anything he set his mind to, no matter who he was born as. Yutu just takes that to mean that being a bitch runs in the family and he fully intends to ride that excuse to the bank.

It's a nice thought but Yutu feels a bit conflicted by it. He has no doubt that Yuu will always love and support him, but other people? Yuu might be able to ignore what their neighbors say about them but Yutu can hear them loud and clear. They think Yuu's amnesia is an act, and that he's a weirdo freak. Not to mention they don't have any money so even if he wanted to be a doctor or something like that going to school would be a bit of a pain, even with his grades. He finds school to be boring, and even when he gets bullied by one of the coaches in to taking up a sport because of how strong he is it doesn't help much.

I could see him being very into space and astronomy because he feels like he doesn't belong in your world. He knows a lot of downright stupid stuff about UFO sightings and aliens even though he doesn't believe in them. He is SO DISAPPOINTED when Twisted Wonderland turns out to have no conspiracy theories to talk about, can't think the moon landing was faked if you never had one after all. If the world wasn't literally ending he would be pushing for the Sunset Savanna to win the space race, c'mon guys it is in our name everything the light touches totally expands to the stars-

Like the other beastmen Yutus he maintains his instincts, even in your world. He is extremely territorial about his things and especially your home. Like Cater! Yutu, he has strong feelings of nostalgia for your world, but unlike him it has nothing to do with the monsters or hardships. Lions just tend to stay in the same place for a long time so moving to entirely different world and ecosystem makes him feel weird, even if he prefers his beastfolk body to his human one.

Gets put in Savanaclaw by the mirror. He might like space but his preferred type of argument is rearranging someone's dental work before asking them to explain themselves. He'd be terrible at defending a thesis.

Leona! Yutu's place in the Sunset Savanna hierarchy is tricky. I think, as Yutu is his brother's child, Falena would want some sort of relationship with him as he does clearly love his brother. What makes that hard is that as far as the government is concerned, Leona is dead and that's the end of his part of the family line. Acknowledging that he had a son could further destabilize the already tense political situation in the Savanna since Leona's sacrifice is already a point of conflict between the royal family and a portion of their people. While Crewel has no problem telling Yutu about his father since he has a right to know, the fact that he is technically a prince is completely hidden from him for a long time.

We haven't really played with this idea yet, but I sort of like Leona having a ghost that hangs around his grave sometimes. Idia arranges for Yutu to go there on a day he thinks he'll be hanging around and while Yutu doesn't get to talk to his father he does get to see him and the look of pride in his eyes when the grumpy lion realizes who he is. Leona gets to pass on and be with Yuu while Yutu gets a lesson from his cousin about the concept of the great Kings living on in the sky and how the past lives on in him. Because while Cheka understand his dad's concerns like hell is he not going to meet his favorite cousin. His enthusiasm is really exhausting to Yutu, he appreciates the fact that someone has nice things to say about his dad but he isn't too sure how much he trusts this guy.

Oh right one more thing, I don't want to say each of the Savanaclaw boys would pass their magic on to their Yutu's so if we ever get around to Jack he won't, but Leona should pass on King's Roar to his kid. Causing a drought might be considered a curse but I want to say Leona! Yutu wears it with pride. He loves his roar and that despite all the effort put in to erasing Leona from existence he still lives in him. His head is fit to wear the crown, no matter what anyone says.

Leona clocks what Yutu is the instant he steps out of the portal. It's all in the kid's scent and what runes he used to make the jump. He takes some time to think about what it could mean and comes to a few conclusions. Firstly, if he has a kid with you then he will always have some sort of relationship with you, no not in the yandere possessive way (mostly), he just knows enough about himself and his wants to know that having a kid would not be something he did by accident. If he did that at some point in the future it would be because you were going to stay with him forever and he actually believed that. Something that clearly did not get to happen because of how protective Yutu is of his parent.

Yutu was a bit confused if he should go about interacting with his dad or even ask about him so you can imagine his surprise when he stops by Ramshackle to see Leona half asleep on the couch.

"Oh sorry Yuu isn't here-"

"I know." Leona doesn't even open his eyes, and is he seriously wearing his shoes on the couch? Yuu would kill him for that it's so unsanitary.

"Um. Ok I'll just leave you be the-"

"Why'd you travel back in time?" Oh Leona's eyes are open now and there is something about that stare that's nailing Yutu to his spot and tempting his tail between his legs. His dad must notice because he laughs and shakes his head. "Seriously? If that's all it takes to scare you shitless we really are fucked."

Leona doesn't outright say he knows he's his dad, but Yutu gathers that's probably the case from the difference in his attitude around him compared to everyone else. There's a degree of coldness and severity to Leona when he's giving orders that really isn't present when he's talking to him about overblots or his theories about who is responsible for the bad future. He's almost playful about it, like he is messing with a cub. Which Yutu supposes that he is but still, he doesn't like being treated like a kid. Something he very much regrets telling Leona because holy shit his dad is strong just like Yuu said he was.

I think Leona would make him play chess against him a lot. You can learn a lot about a person by playing chess with them, and since it's something Leona really likes to do he would enjoy sharing it with his son. I think he would also get a kick out of seeing Yutu get really competitive with him about it. Maybe there is some lion in this kid after all.

Leona also makes a subtle effort to teach him about how the court of the Sunset Savanna works. I think Leona would sort of enjoy the fact that his kid didn't grow up as royalty just because it meant he was free of the pressures that he had, but hate everything else he learned about Yutu's childhood. It inspires him to think a bit deeper about how he is going to address this when Yutu is born in this timeline, though he is admittedly lacking on solutions beyond refusing to die this time. He must have been really far gone to even consider making a heroic sacrifice that's not like him at all.

He does get the appeal of his father sort of? Sure he's lazy, but he is extremely intelligent and clearly a lot more knowledgeable about literally everything than Yutu thought he was. When they're working together he sees a very impressive person and reliable leader. When he sees Leona interact with you he has questions. Why do you let him pick fights with you so often? Yutu can tell he's making heart eyes at how you fight back but that's because he's a beatman himself so he can read his body language. And he's not crazy about how he orders you around because if his father is a Prince... wouldn't that mean by marrying him you would also be royalty? He is so confused...

Meanwhile Leona isn't rushing things just because he knows you return his feelings at some point. He wants you to choose to be with him of your own free will, wants the feeling that comes with knowing you did that and he is willing to play the game to get that. Every milestone he reaches is so much sweeter for knowing that he got you on his efforts alone, crappy attitude and all.

The reveal to Yuu, much like the reveal to Yutu is extremely mundane. Leona invites you to spend the night with him sometime after you get together and he asks you while you're curled up on his chest and he's holding you just a bit too tight (not because he's afraid you'll run, not at all) how you would feel if you could never go home.

"A little upset." Because you had resigned yourself to the possibility a long time ago now. There's a chance you're only in Twisted Wonderland because you died in your world anyway, might as well be grateful you're still kicking. "And if you stayed and things went bad here, would you still be alright with that?" You don't hesitate at all to his surprise. "I think I'd be safe if I was with you." Well he really hates to prove you wrong but you still deserve to know.

Leona is weirdly quiet in his anger. He roars sure, but that's to exert control. When he's mad he just gets smug and says a lot of hurtful stuff. He leaves the screaming to Yuu, and I could see a Yuu that got with Leona only to learn they didn't get to spend the rest of their life with him doing a lot of screaming. Preventing the apocalypse is a team effort now but first Yutu and Leona are getting scolded for not letting Yuu in on the secret sooner. Leona is down bad horrendous and Yutu wants to die, he hates making you mad.

If I had to make a list of characters I would trust to find a solution to an apocalypse, Leona would actually be pretty close to the top. He is going to bitch about it the entire way, but if he were given the facts before things went too sideways, I think he would be able to make a good plan to set them straight. And there is no way anyone is going to tell him that he managed to have something as precious to him as Yuu taken away from him and not have him do something about it. He'll swallow his pride and take his licks when he has to, but not on this. Never on this, whoever thought he'd just roll over and die is going to shatter in his hands and be like dust on the wind. He really hopes they have enough sense to be prepared....

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

.... well this noir Vaggie au edit got waaay out of hand ha ha!

self indulgent au lore under the cut bc WEEEE

Detective Vaggie finally got enough blackmail on Valentino for Charlie and Angel to pin him in a corner, but as Vaggie expected, Angel Dust ends up doing what almost every other Sinner has done after Vaggie hands the evidence over to them, and chooses to just accept Valentino’s renegotiated and seemingly better soul contract rather than break it and make a mortal enemy out of an Overlord

Of course the first thing Val does is force Angel Dust to destroy the evidence they’d used against him, just like every other Overlord Vaggie's worked against always has, leaving Angel at his mercy again

And also leaving Charlie devastated. She'd given Angel her promise of protection as soon to be crowned king of hell-

(long story) (Lucifer wanted to kill Vaggie for scarring Charlie a few years back and Charlie had to beat him up to stop him) (the Overlords, led by Velvette and the Vees, decided to flex their power by saying this invalidated Lucifer as king and made Charlie the new ruler of hell) (she reluctantly accepted because..)

-hoping it would be enough to counter any Overlord threat against Angel once he was free

Ironically though, Angel Dust having come to see her as a friend after all this and not wanting to put her in the line of fire ends up with him sticking with Val instead, who gloats about it, and tells Charlie to her face what he'll do to her friend and her pet P.I. if she (as soon to be king) doesn't back down and let the Vees do all the real running of hell (like they already have been)

Charlie the Pissed let's slip she's had enough of Val as she leaves his studio (both her and the studio being on fire)

No one takes her little threat seriously, except for Vaggie, who sees Charlie picking up and weighing Vaggie's spear in her hands when she thinks she's alone. Vaggie freaks out realizing Charlie is about to go do a murder

So Vaggie decides to break her own no-more-murder vow AGAIN for a girl AGAIN (last time was for Velvette) and she kills Valentino before Charlie can reach him, regaining her wings (kinda), absorbing his demonic energy (yuck), belatedly becoming one of the Vees like Velvette had once wanted (not in the way Velvette had wanted), and accepting all Val's soul contracts including Angel’s, which she breaks

She also breaks the truth of everything to Charlie on coronation day-

(maybe also breaking up with or getting dumped by her, even though they weren’t even dating)

-confessing to the murder and her exorcist past

Now that she’s an Overlord and Charlie’s about to be King of Hell, anything publicly personal between them (like Vaggie staying the basement of Charlie's abandoned hotel instead of sleeping in an alleyway next to a dumpster every night) would throw the other Overlords into a rage over the power imbalance with normal sinners caught in the crossfire or getting used as canon fodder, something neither Vaggie or Charlie can stomach

Besides which Vaggie feels 0% worthy of Charlie anymore after breaking her no-murder vow, and Charlie is feeling more things than she knows how to name about that and the exorcist thing, none of them good

Their last kiss (for now) leaves claw marks on Vaggie’s face to match the scar she gave Charlie all those years ago-

(which Charlie has finally also confessed to her about, to Vaggie's horror, Vaggie having blotted the memory out after binge drinking with Husk the following week)

-the scar from when Vaggie happened to still be holding her spear as Charlie reached out to help her, and ended up lashing out instead of flinching back, unintentionally driving away Charlie and their happy life together

(this shit luck is what pinged Overlord Husk's gambling powers and led him to Vaggie, meanwhile Angel dropped a paying client to go check on the random demon chick- Charlie- soon to be nicknamed Apple Slice by him- holding her bleeding face in her hands as she stumbled down the street in a daze)

Charlie and Vaggie made do with other friends when what they both most needed was each other

They’ve both been miserable and lonely since then, had only just started to build up what they should have had together all along while camping out at the old hotel working on Angel's case together, but the case is done and now…. this

This is NOT a good timeline for them (yet)

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Stone Heart AU:

The theory that the 7 statues are simply the petrified great 7, trapped in stone for 1,000 years. Yuu, being a magic user that can use the old magic, is capable of setting them free. But how have they changed after their stories were told, and what did they learn? It is roughly in chronological order, but sometimes I add little extra scenes. I simply let the muses take me when I have the time. Should be able to go down the list in order or check the ao3:

Story on Ao3

General theory

Scar: Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Queen of hearts: Part 1 Part II Part III

Story: Azul

Ursula: Part I Part II

Jafar: Part 1 Part II Part III Post Overblot

Maleficent:

Queen Grimhilde:

Hades:

Dark Mirror Academy AU:

Yuu graduates from NRC with an understanding of how privileged it is to learn magic. Several years down the line, she creates an academy where those who do not have enough magical potential or are considered too old for traditional colleges may go to learn. These are their students and their stories:

W. Right AU:

A Yuu OC who absorbs the ink from the phantom blots to finish their portraits and stories, allowing them to finally pass on into the next life. It comes at a heavy price though. Walker was able to save everybody else from their overblots, but can they save him from his own? And can it even be called that when his overblot isn't made from ink, but thinner?

General summary

The first Overblot

RSA Corruption AU:

NRC has seven overblots. At the same time, Cass, a student who shouldn't be at RSA, helps seven other students through their overblots. Students who others would never suspect.

Neige Le Blanche: part 1 Part 2

Fortune de Ante:

Prince Rielle

General fluff, stories or analysis:

Unexpected things you did that delight them

The audacity to ask a question

Reasons I would marry Ruggie

Rook Hunt x Reader

Asking Malleus to marry you

Twist Boys try Drag

Moments the boys fall in love with Yuu

Analysis pieces:

Grim the Cat-Sith

Azul as a former fat kid: analysis

Rook Hunt

Riddle: King of Heartslabyul

[artistdove]

For any curious on my aus, here's some basic lore.

Between the Screen Au

Basic info: Rewrite of the Epic Mickey games with darker themes and slight cast changes. I.e. Fanny is temporary leader while Oz guards Mickey Junk Mt, loads of really old designs for most of the toons, etc.

Summary: Mickey sneaks into a closed off studio room within Yen Sid's lair. Intrigued by the mystical looking paint brush, he begins to paint himself only for it to distort and attack him. With a sponge and thinner, he tries to wipe away his creation. He leaves the room believing he erased the creature. He was wrong as little did he know that his action lead to the downfall of an entire world. Years past and Mickey raises to fame. One night he is swept away into a place toons of ages past dwell. Can he fix his mistakes and mend a relationship that could have been? Who knows.

Epic Mickey : Tale of 2 Brothers

Basic Info: Another au that rewrites Epic Mickey, but brings back the old concepts and story where Ozzy is an anti-hero and Mickey can go feral.

Summary: Oswald is the humble king of Wasteland that works hard to give everything he's got to forgotten toons. However, his obsession for admiration and justice lead him to take drastic measures. An alliance between the Mad Doctor and an inky beast called the Blot leads them to seek revenge on the toon responsible for their circumstances. Mickey is dragged into Wasteland and adventures the land in hopes of returning back home. Both brothers will have to make the right decisions for this story to end well.

Rising Star

Basic Info: Somewhat parody of Walt's rise to fame. Toons and humans co-exist. Various old toons appear like Felix, Gerdy, Flip, etc. Look is like Roger rabbit. Follows from like the 1920s to modern day.

Summary: Michael and Oswald love their little rural life, but yearned for bigger dreams. Oswald eventually builds enough income to head out to California to make it big. He gets noticed for his talent and charm by a director and becomes a star. A year passes and Michael later joins in his brother's footstep to be a star. Both learn that making it big isn't all glitz and glam.

Toons & Dungeons

Basic Info: D&D inspired universe. Mainly focuses on the Disney Brothers, but other toons will appear. Story is very rough as this is an old au that changed from an RPG based idea to D&D, which I have little knowledge off.

Summary: Orphans Mick and Ozzy were inseparable as they roamed the streets of Fantasia. A run in with the Blox lead the two to be separated. Oswald was cursed to never be remembered by his loved ones after escaping from the Blox. He takes refuge with people called Gremlins who raise him as one of their own. The only thing he wants is to lift this curse and re-unite with his brother. Mickey is a traveling bard on a quest to find something he's lost. The only clue he's got is someone important to him, a brother? A friend? If only he could remember what his name was or what he looked like.

Ink & Mirrors

Basic Info: An old Bendy and the Ink machine au that's been slightly revamped. Main cast is Epic Mickey, Bendy cast, Cuphead cast, and Felix cast alongside cameos of other toons or ocs. Most lore is based on the first game with little humans in it, basically really early days of Bendy theories. It has a parallel story, but it is mostly the same in how it would go.

Summary: Bendy has been trapped in this crummy studio for years and envies the toons that are more beloved them him. He already dealt with his damn creator, so why not have some good cartoon fun? Toons have been going missing and mysterious letters appear to some that ask them to visit an old studio. Some visit or stumble into it after encounter strange black ink. Little do these toons know that this place was never suppose to be found.

Toon High

Basic Info: An old High school au. Walt High, Universal High, and Warner High. Not much else to go on, it's just school. Various toons can appear, but again this focuses on Disney mainly. Story is never gonna be concrete and barely used. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summary: Mickey and Oswald have had a rocky relationship ever Mickey came into the family. One was joyous to have an older brother while the other was indifferent. Oswald is transferred to Walt High after Universal High doesn't work out. Mickey is happy be going to high school with his big brother, but his brother would rather be anywhere else. Maybe the two can finally work out their differences.

Magic Island

Basic Info: Animal crossing

Summary: Elias finds out that a new island get-away is being opened by Tom Nook. Him and his brother Clover travel to the island for a change of view and potential new home. New friends and a hard-working leader are what welcomes the brothers to their new home.

Local Toons

Basic Info: Everyone's a kid. Minor angst as this is more like slice of life. Style is black and white.

Summary: The Disney brothers love their rural life and love to help around the town. Various shenanigans ensue and new friends come and go.

P.D. Toons (Public Domain Toons)

Basic Info: Public domain toons that I made my own. Their origins are still there but nothing like the originals. Every toon has a new name. I.e. Willy = Mickey, Oliver = Oswald, etc. These are just for fun so not much lore.

Summary: Slice of life like stories or illustrations. Nothing big.

[the-greatest-magic-of-all]

You keep writing me things so I will write you a thing :3

For your Brave and Loyal Knight Au

It was dark, unnaturally dark in the middle of the day as the storm clouds lay thick and heavy blotting out the sun. Fabians boots clicking against the stone floor the only noise other than the rain and thunder audible in his secluded corner of the palace. The king swiftly making his way from his more public study and back towards his chambers now that his work was mostly done. He should have learned by now that he shouldn’t be relaxing until he knew he was completely safe but he had let his guard down. Too busy perusing the last report of the day that he needed to memorise before he could finally stop and rest for a while in the privacy of his own rooms.

It had happened so fast Fabian wasn’t sure exactly what had happened. A sudden flash of lightening dazzling him for a second before the accompanying rumble of thunder obscured the sound of the assassin’s approach. He hadn’t noticed but Riz certainly had, his knight slamming into his back and knocking him forwards so that the dagger aimed for his neck sailed over the top of his head. The goblin using his momentum to engage with the attacker.

There was a muffled ‘thump’ from somewhere between the tussling pair, Riz hissing loudly as the assassin managed to grapple him to the ground. They’d managed to get hands around his neck for only a brief second before there was the loud crack of an arcubus firing, the sound echoing off the stone floors as the larger of the pair (human, Fabian noted absently, Riz having managed to partially yank their mask off in their scuffle) slumped dead to the floor. The goblin using his legs to push them to one side as they fell so they wouldn’t land on top of him before stumbling to his feet. Hand clutching at the armour where Fabians seal was emblazoned on his chest as he panted and darted his head around searching for more attackers.

Fabian didn’t even have chance to call for more guards before the fight was over but the noise of the scuffle had been enough to alert them of the danger. Fabain swiftly pushing himself to his feet so none would be witness to him in such an undignified position and dusting off his robes. The King frowning and glancing down the corridor, noting that it really shouldn’t be taking this long for backup to arrive.

“There should have been more guards stationed here.” He frowned, kicking the assassin onto their back so he could get a better look at their face. There wasn’t much to see, Riz had managed to get a decent swipe with his claws in and they’d been disfigured beyond recognition by this point. “Good work, nice to know you haven’t lost your touch.”

“The guards are probably dead… I smelled blood as we came around the corner.” Riz was still breathing heavily, claws digging into his armour and punching holes around the kings seal emblazoned there. His ears relaxed out of their high and alert position as reinforcements rounded the corner, large eyes flicking between faces as he took note of who each of them were and compared them to the database in his mind. These guards were trustworthy, he’d handpicked them himself. Fabian would be safe.

“Not so sure about the loosing my touch part though.” The goblins knees went weak once the adrenaline finally left, Riz only managing to half-collapse to the ground before Fabian caught him. The half elfs eyes going wide when he noticed the front of his dark armour was slick and wet with blood that was hard to see in the dim light.

Fabian had thought it strange that the assassin had tried to choke his knight to death but now that he was in this close he could see why. The sigil embroidered on his chest had been split cleanly in two, the snapped off blade of the dagger still embedded in the goblins chest probably the only thing keeping him from bleeding out faster but there was still a lot of blood.

“Get a healer. Now.” Fabian barked at the first guard who came close, the elf snapping into a salute before peeling away and heading for the healers quarters. Riz chuckling weakly and lowering his voice so that only Fabian could hear him when he talked.

“Composure, my King. Don’t let them see you so upset over something like this. It’s my job to throw myself on the enemy’s sword for you.”

Fabian clicked his tongue, carefully lifting Riz and handing him off to another of the guards when they stepped in close. Riz was right, letting anyone know how much he cared was a liability they could exploit.

“Take him. Get this mess cleaned up and fetch someone to revivify this one so we can find out where they came from. I will be in my quarters and I expect a report in two hours.” Fabian spun on his heels, waving two of the guards to follow him as he stalked away and down the corridor. Somehow managing to resist the urge to glance over his shoulder to watch the guard carrying Riz disappear in the opposite direction.

AHH! Thank you so much!! 💖💖

I, in turn, shall write even more!! Here's a bit of angst for you! But also some fluff at the end!

-- part 1 -> part 3 | part 4 --

Three things of note occurred in the days following the attack on the new King of Fallinel’s life.

One, Sir Riz Gukgak, was forced into a brief (and highly unwanted) sabbatical from his duties to the throne to recover from the dagger that had only just missed his heart.

Two, the recently revivified Human assassin had been locked up and under twenty-four-hour supervision in the palace’s dungeons as they tried to pry information on his employer from him.

And three, the King, now without his nohecharei, had a wake-up call about what his Grandfather had warned him of before his coronation.

Fabian had been eager to hear whatever wisdom Telemaine had thought it most urgent to depart on him, seeing as he had come all the way from Kei Lomenuera to the Capital to give it to him. What he got instead was far grimmer than Fabian had thought possible.

As tall and willowy as a tree in a forest primeval, Telemaine had never felt so immense and ancient as when he’d warned that if he were to become King, his life would never be his own. At the moment, Fabian hadn’t the slightest clue as to the full weight and depth of his Grandfather’s words. Having let them flow off of and away from him with a nod and a smile.

But now?

He got it.

He got it because…

Because…

Fabian could hear Sir Durden's footsteps.

Steady, not-so-soft clanks, only a few steps behind him as he went about his day. Truthfully, they weren't all that obtrusive and yet…

It’s not like Sir Maxis Durden was a horrible guard. Oh, no, perish the thought. Sure, he had a devil-may-care attitude and, on occasion, was a tad bit familiar with His Majesty, but, all things considered, Sir Durden did his job and did it well. Never late. Always on the lookout for danger. The Captain had assured him of the Guards that Durden was an adept Blade Pact Warlock of Eilistraee and, despite his reedy figure, could take down his fair share of enemies. Hell, Fabian even knew that it was Sir Durden who took over Riz’s duties for four hours during the night! It shouldn’t be as big of an issue!

Except…

He could hear Sir Durden’s footsteps. He could feel Durden’s eyes on him at what felt like every waking moment. Whenever Fabian turned around, Durden was always there. Even in his private study. Even in his bedroom. The Court of Stars demanded that the King never be alone for his safety, but only now, in the absence of Sir Riz, did Fabian realize how maddening of a rule it indeed was. Telemaine was right. His life was not his own because as long as he knew Sir Durden was guarding him, he’d never be anything but the King of Fallinel. He had to be dignified and competent. Well-mannered and never whiny. Never a fuck-up or a failure. He couldn’t be a person.

Lest he slip up and have one of his most charming guards’ opinion of him sour. Loose lips sink ships. The last thing he needed was Maxis blabbing about how ungrateful or idiotic the new King was to his mates. Next thing Fabian knows, there's a military coup. No doubt led or co-opted by House Everpetal. Ugh, it doesn’t bear thinking about.

By the end of the week, Fabian felt more exhausted than he ever had in his twenty years of life. Finding it harder and harder to keep his chin up and feet from dragging. He’d gotten lightly chastised by one of his advisors for repeating himself several times during a briefing on possibly receiving some of the Drow Royalty. Lady Everpetal had even felt bold enough to “jokingly” question his sanity after the attempt on his life. Calling him a Mad King in waiting.

Worse yet, Fabian had to swallow down the things he wanted to say about her, knowing he wouldn’t even get to say them in private to the sound of Riz’s delightful laughter…

He hadn’t even gotten a chance to go see him in the infirmary.

Umberlee below, he missed his best friend.

Missed him so much it physically hurt.

A pain in his chest.

Twists of his stomach.

More headaches than he’s ever had.

Honestly, they were so bad that, when Sir Durden’s clanking footsteps stopped abruptly on their way to a court function, Fabian hadn’t cared in the slightest. Not even when his addled brain had noted that his own footfalls had been the only ones he’d heard for minutes now. In perhaps idiotic defiance, he relished the thought of accidentally leaving Sir Durden behind and truly being alone for a handful of moments.

Though, he was to hasty to think that he was alone.

For only after the length of another corridor, Fabian found himself stopping as the faint sound of a nail—no, a *claw—*tapping on the metal pommel of a blade. Listening closer; the swish of lithe tail idly swaying back and forth. Fabian’s heart picked up speed, though he didn’t dare turn around. In fear that he was wrong and reluctance to possibly lose the little game of trust he and Riz played.

Instead, Fabian, a smile slowly begin to play on his lips, said to the hallway, “Good to have you back on your feet, Sir Gukgak.”

There’d never been a sweeter sound than Sir Riz’s voice ringing out behind him, “Good to be back, my King.”

A week’s worth of tension instantly fled from Fabian’s body as a sudden lightness overtook him. Fabian wanted to hug him. To turn, drop to his knees, and scoop Riz up in a tight, tight hug and never let him go. But, as a maid rounded the corridor’s corner and bowed to him before scurrying past, Fabian pushed it down. Steeling himself to hold out until later. When they could be alone together in his study or his bedchambers.

Until then, Fabian continued on his way to one of his ballrooms, a pep in his step and a smile on his face. If any of his servants or courtiers noticed how the King practically glowed with joy after the reappearance of his Knight, all of them had good sense not to comment.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Day 1- Let The Inky Bell Ring!

Pair: Malleus x Idia x Azul

Prompt: Unusual Pets

Au: Blot king au :3

Notes: Hewo! It's that time of the year again. :v

Warnings: spoilers for book 6, 7 and glorious masquerade

Azul hummed a small tune as he was heading towards Ramshackle. Idia invited him to some tea and the latter couldn't pass on the opportunity at all.

Especially after everything that transpired this year.

He could vividly remember every thing. His fallout with Idia, Malleus's comfort, his overBlot, finding out the truth about Idia, another overBlot, the STIX incident, Malleus's overBlot, Grim's monstrous rampage and finally, Yuu, the magicless student, was going to return to their world at the end of the school year. Ortho was still Dormhead of Ignihyde, so Azul figured Idia wouldn't extend an invite if he wasn't feeling particularly lonely. He was glad he, Malleus and Idia sorted out things, still, sometimes, like now, there are some awkward moments.

Knocking at the door, Azul could hear the hurried steps along with some scurried scratching, akin to a chuaua running and slipping on the floor.

Creek

An infamous blue fire peeked out, followed by the head of Idia. "Oh... It was you..." The latter relaxed, Azul witnessing how the ink was engulfing the body, returning the latter to a form Azul still had to get used to. Idia only creaked open the door more, allowing the latter to properly enter. "I see you are quite hurried..." he mused.

Tug! Tug!

Azul yelped as, at his legs, 2 smaller Phanthoms lunged themselves, their small ink bottle heads leaking through as they growled in some animalistic language. "Ack... Don't mind them... They are just my pets from home..." Idia mused.

"Greetings, dear..." Malleus awkwardly saluted from the couch, Azul reciprocating. The firehead only exhaled, using a spell to bring from the kitchen the tea prepared, ordering the 2 Phanthoms to leave Azul alone.

"They are such a handful sometimes... But I love them, you know?" Idia mumbled, once he got seated and the 2 Phanthoms rested at his feet. Azul sipped on his tea, humming. "Does... The headmaster know?" Idia nodded. "It is the end of the year. I believe many got bold enough now that the exams are over." Malleus gave an excited look to the other 2.

"And so will come that masquerade event..." Idia puffed.

It was no doubt that Idia couldn't feel that lonely with 2 Phanthoms running around. Azul realised that the second he saw the 2 creatures. Along with that, Malleus's excitement was over the roof, so, naturally, the octomer realised that the true motive Idia extended an invitation was because Malleus probably was too in his world to even write coherently.

Or he broke, again, his phone.

"It is quite the opportunity, darling... We are going to see a new city!" Azul tried to cheer Idia up. "But I can't leave my babies here... They get sick and die!" Idia puffed. Ah, there it was, his excuse for bringing the 2 Phanthoms was, definitely, to skip on the social event.

"Well... Idia... It's not like you can't bail out of it. The headmaster selected us for a reason..." "And I got a special invite too!" Malleus proudly puffed, before putting his hands gently over the other 2's. "I wish I could fully enjoy the city of flowers with you 2 by my side. I mean it." He mused with a soft smile.

Idia's long ears plopped down, as the gold eyes grew softer. Feeling Azul also holding onto his other hand, the firehead exhaled. "Fine... But... What about my kibbies? They will die if they don't stay around sources of blot..." He mused. "Oh, we can definitely profit out of it..." Azul reassured with a smile, feeling how Malleus was rubbing with his thumb the back of the mer's hand. "I'm sure Noble Bell won't mind 2 small pets... They allowed Grim after all." It was a small silence, before the firehead breathed an 'alright'. Azul could practically see Malleus lighting up and beaming at the response.

"The it is settled! Now let us exercise for the thank you gift!"

For all Yuu knew, they came back with Grim from a hangout with the first years and heard only some wailing from Idia's room, along with some intangible talking. The 2 'kibbies', as dubbed by the Ramshackle Dormhead, were at the door, heads over their paws and whimpering at the sight of Yuu and Grim.

In the morning, Yuu also finished their packing for the city of flowers trip. They, after all, will stay there for 2 nights. Still, the dorm was pretty quiet, with the only notable noise coming from the 2 kibbies that were, again, scurrying around and doing whatever hyperenergetic small Phanthoms do in the early morning.

Knock knock

"Dormhead... Come on... We have to get ready..." Yuu called out, Grim mumbling something in between the lines of 'this guy takes an eternity to get ready'.

Creeek

Azul rubbed his eye as he arranged his glasses. "Yes, Yuu... Idia will be down in a minute..." He mused. Yuu could note that the latter wore an oversized pijama button up, with basic Octavinelle pijama pants. Yuu couldn't peek in, because Azul was blocking their way. Still, the latter closed the door before the kibbies could ram themselves in the little opening from the door.

Turning around to the bed, Malleus was up, with his usual black robe like pijama, while Idia had a sweatshirt and shorts. "Come on... Raise and shine you starfishes!" The mer opened largely the curtains, letting light to come in the room, in response, Idia hissing at it. "let's get ready... Your only dorm students are waiting for you..." Azul added.

Idia simply grumbled and tossed in the beds a bit more, while Malleus complied and used some magic to summon his uniform and get changed. This was also Azul's approach, which Idia finally complied and used a small spell to follow the other 2.

Opening fully the door to the room, the 2 kibbies were fast to throw themselves at Idia's feet. "Morning to you 2 as well..." He mused with a small smile, petting the 2 bottle heads.

"Idia, dear... May I request that I share breakfast here, with you and child of man?" Malleus piped in. Idia nodded. "In hindsight... I should check on the twins one last time... But maybe after they ate and aren't prone on destroying stuff again..." Azul exhaled. "Sure... Sure... But we only have cereal and milk..." The firehead mumbled, plopping his luggage onto the lounge couch before he went into the kitchen.

The concealing charm was on, again, as Idia grabbed for himself a bowl and assembled his breakfast. For some reason, Yuu gave him a short side-eye, which the firehead responded with a pat on the back. "did you pack?" "Yes." "do you have change on you?" "Crowley gave me some madols to get me and Grim something nice." The magicless student mused. Idia nodded with a Humm as he saw Azul and Malleus setting next to him and getting down to eating as well.

"Well... If you want anything, tell me... I also need to pick something nice for Ortho." he reassures with a soft pat on the back.

To say he was excited, Malleus deemed it as an understatement. He was over the moon. He was invited to this 3-day event, in a new city, in the prime time for tourists, with his boyfriends too?! All the way to the mirror chamber, the latter would pop the question of simply just teleporting there. Azul immediately shut it down because he usually got nauseous with teleporting. Idia was holding this one with the mer, saying that maybe they should reserve the nausea for the important trip itself.

Also, to boot, Idia insisted that maybe a teleportation might affect the concealing charm put on his kibbies, which now resembled 2 small cats, meowing and circling the firehead's legs. One was an orange kitty, while the other was grey, both with big golden eyes and black-ish snouts. At one point, Idia himself got annoyed of it and got the 2 kibbies in his hoodie pockets, the said creatures popping their heads out of the pockets to look around.

All the 'trip', Malleus was in between the 2, holding their hands and hardly keeping it from squealing like a happy kid in a candy store.

And Noble Bell College clearly wasn't a big campus. But the imposing statue of the righteous judge was bringing a likeness to the statue alley back at NRC.

And so, the program started once Rollo, the head of the student council, presented himself and gave a short tour of the campus.

"I don't think I'll like our host... Something seems... Fishy..." Azul mumbled as he finished his costume change, following in tow after Idia and Malleus. "Really? How so? I think Flamme is an impeccable host..." Malleus beamed. Idia only hummed, his feelings towards Flamme remaining in between his 2 boyfriends.

"I don't know... Maybe the fact that he nailed my prescription right? Or that he somehow knew all of us without the need to introduce ourselves?" the mer mused. "Well... Mal is a pretty known figure around... For him I would understand... But for someone like Hunt? Or even Viper? That's where I'm with Zuzu... It is wierd..." The firehead pointed out, holding this time the kibbies in his arms. The 2 cats had small hats and soft little capes, matching with Grim, but the masks were more reminiscent of Idia's. "I believe it is just a strange coincidence... This is meant to be a beautiful trip. Let us enjoy ourselves! So many gargoyles to see..." The Fae beamed.

"Did his overBlot... You know?" Azul whispered to Idia, who shrugged. "Possibly... Or... He's dealing with the leave of his vice still..." the firehead whispered back, Azul humming as he arranged the latter's collar a bit, Malleus in front of them, all bubbly and happy.

Although, Malleus's happy bubble was popped out when Trein assigned the groups of exploration. Both of his boyfriends were in different groups. He wanted to see the city along Idia and Azul. Not with someone else.

"Ah... Don't be sad, Malleus... We'll meet at the town square..." Azul reassured, giving a small kiss on the back of the fae's hand. "You can have Picky... To keep you company..." Idia gave to Malleus the orange kibbie, the fae gracefully letting it rest on his left shoulder. "See... He likes you!" The firehead smiled, which finally got Malleus to creak a smile too.

"And for Zuzu... Paky..." Azul accepted the grey kitty, luckily him having the luxury of actual pockets, as the said kibbie purred in response to the comfy pocket. "You 2 listen to Zuzu and Mal... Did I make myself clear?" he puffed and the kibbies nodded with happy meows.

Before their break into more group, Idia still got a kiss of goodbye from the 2, before going on his merry way with the group assigned to him. He was with Hunt of all people, clearly not happy on how the blonde would compliment literally anything thrown his way. There was also Silver, who was a nice company and Ruggie, who also seemed like no problem for him.

Yes, this is going to be easy-

"Greetings..."

Nevermind...

Flamme seemingly decided to also pay them a visit, alongside the prefect and Trein. So far, Idia retreated behind the more obnoxious guys in his group, still he couldn't fully escape Rollo's gaze. The guy seemed almost Lazer focused on him, which Idia didn't know why.

"Dormhead... Are you alright?" Yuu asked, to which Idia took a deep breath and gave a short nod. "How about you?" "We visited group A... And Azul got us some crayons..." Yuu showed the said colored crayons. "And Grim spilled his ice-cream..." They added once Idia's gaze fell on the grumpy Grim.

Exhaling, the firehead pocketed himself and handed to the magicless human a few more madols. "Get yourself another one, alright? It's no biggie..." He patted Grim's head. Yuu nodded and left without much hassle once Trein called over to them.

Meanwhile, Rollo eyed the firehead with a frown. Ashengrotto was a close individual of Draconia, thus Rollo needed to be on his good side. Ashengrotto was the most wary out of the 3.

Now, the 2nd one was Shroud.

And Shroud came with a warning label.

Rollo didn't know what to expect out of Draconia's second boyfriend. Idia was shy, reserved, trying to avoid any kind of talk. Still, in his file, there was a warning label. Draconia didn't have any warnings, nor anyone else for the matter.

He had to know why Shroud was deemed 'dangerous'. And use that against Draconia.

Meanwhile, Azul hummed, happily looking through the various street vendors and the colorful products presented. The kibbie in his pocket fell asleep after Azul offered it a piece of his croissant.

"That is Shroud's kitty..." Epel pointed out. "Why yes... Idia didn't have large enough pockets, so he entrusted me with walking around Picky. Apparently, his kibbies grow restless of they don't have an activity to do." the mer puffed with pride.

"it's so small..." Deuce mumbled. Azul nodded, scooping the small kitty. It fit right into his palm. The 2 first years were so curious of the small animal, yet the kibbie seemed to wobble a bit as it coughed out something.

Splat!

"uhhh... Are kitties supposed to throw ink?" Deuce mumbled. "I thought they spit hairballs..." Epel mumbled, Azul exhaling as he summoned a handkerchief and wiped his hand off the goopy ink. "Well, surely someone had a fun time eating today..." he grumbled, putting the kibbie back into his pocket. "don't tell anyone about it, alright?" the 2 nodded. Exhaling, Azul put on his usual smile as he went forward, the 2 trailing behind.

"come on... Let's go to the town square and meet with the rest."

On the last team, they encountered a surprise guest: a goat.

"Look, kibbie... This goat has horns, just like me!" Malleus holded the said kitty close to the goat. The goat sniffed the said creature, before it jumped back in surprise. "Ah... Don't be scared! You 2 could become great friends!" The Fae happily declared.

"He's been trying to make them get along for 10 minutes..." Riddle mumbled. "My liege's motives are so grand, we cannot comprehend them." Sebek exhaled. "Don't work yourself up... We all know what's truly going on..." Jamil patted the greenhead's shoulder. Rollo, Trein, Yuu and Grim just passed by them as well, heading to the town Square, while the group was waiting for Malleus to finish his 'befriending' attempts in between the goat and the kibbie.

SPLAT!

The goat let out a yelp as it kicked Malleus where the sun doesn't shine, in an attempt at hitting the kitten, before running off with its face covered in ink. The kibbie unceremoniously fell off the fae's grasp as Malleus stood there, processing the pain as the kibbie pawed at his face.

"WAKASAMA!" Sebek yelled, ready to chase after the goat, but Jamil holded him by the collar. "Hold on, hold on... Let's just go to the town square..." he mumbled.

At the town square, Idia was sitting on a bench, humming as others also gathered as well.

"Idia, darling... How was your trip?" Azul asked with a small smile, setting Picky on the table, the kibbie happily melting onto the firehead's petting. "Exhausting..." He breathed out. "Well... You know... Malleus still wants to have that surprise for Flamm by the ball night... So rest a bit..." he mumbled, receiving a nod from the latter.

As expected, Malleus also came, but he looked almost constipated, leaning onto the firehead and Azul with a groan. "Darling... What's wrong?" The mer asked, Malleus grumbling. "I need to sit down a bit..." he mumbled, Azul patting his back as Idia allowed Malleus to let his head on his shoulder, gently putting his hat on the table. "There, there..." he awkwardly reassured.

From afar, Rollo eyed the 3. Surely he was taking pleasure in Draconia's temporary suffering, but Ashengrotto was proving to be the actual thorn in the side, by how he was protecting the other 2. Even when talking, Azul would step forward and let the other 2 pipe in when they felt it was needed. This further covered Shroud from reach and Rollo had to know what was that warning label. How could he weaponise Shroud against Draconia. It would be hard, as they were lovers, but where there's a will, there's a way.

And by heavens, will Rollo find that way.

The big ball was close to starting. Already the sun went down and people gathered in the ballroom hall, chatting in between them, happily appreciating each other's masquerade fits.

Idia tho, seemed unsettled by something. "Idia, dear... Are you alright?" Malleus held the firehead's hand in his, rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of it. It proved to a be a sure-fire way of calming the latter's nerves a bit. With the other arm, Idia holded his 2 kibbies, that also seemed restless. "It's nothing... Really... It's just..." The firehead trailed.

"It feels... Too full of blot around..."

"Come again? Idia... You sure aren't a bit on edge?" Azul asked. "Maybe?" "Mayhaps you have what many refer to as 'stage fright'... I assure you that our surprise will be very welcomed." Malleus tried to reassure. Idia exhaled as he let the kibbies down, the 2 kitties sitting by his legs. "Something is wrong... I know it..." Idia hugged himself, eyes scanning the room wearily. "There is too much blot compared to magic..." he grumbled.

"Some of us did use magic for smaller things... Surely you aren't feeling your kibbies's presence?" Azul tried to reason. "No... I'm sure of it... I... Think in need some air..." he trailed, heading towards the balcony.

Malleus and Azul exchanged some worried looks in between them, before ultimately deciding to follow the latter. The kibbies left Idia's place as they seemed to dart towards Yuu, most likely out of an order from the firehead.

The 2 found Idia at the balcony, rested on the railing and looking down. "Darling..." Azul called out, gaining a perk out of the latter. Malleus hummed as both stood by the railing, on Idia's sides. "You don't like this place?" "Nonono... The city is beautiful..." "Is it... Too much to handle?" Idia nodded.

"oh, Idia..." Azul cooed, gently holding onto the firehead's right hand. "If you want a bit of time alone, you could just say... It's a new city, a festival too, people here can be obnoxious..." "I want to stay with you 2..." The latter mumbled. "You can simply say so... I believe it would be no hassle to seat us 3 together for group activities." Malleus said with a small smile.

Idia hummed, before he sniffed a bit the air. "Idi-" "blot... A lot of it..." he mumbled, frowning as he saw something on the balcony.

A flower, unbloomed, was in between his hands.

"a flower? How did we not see it?" Azul mused. Malleus hummed. "mayhaps we were too focused to notice it... Alas... Let's get inside." the fae mused.

Fshhh

The flower bloomed quickly, showing its fiery petals that left a soft glow. Azul groaned as he grabbed onto his head. "I... Don't feel so good..." he wobbled further from the flower. Malleus was the first to grab the octo-mer in a bridal style, resting Azul's head onto his shoulder. "dear... What's wrong?" he saw how the color returned to Azul's face, him looking at the frowning Idia.

The firehead grabbed the flower, ink overflowing out of his gloves as the plant wilted quickly. "magic... This... Is sucking out magic..." he declared, tossing the flower over the balcony. "we have to warn the others..." Malleus stated. Idia nodded, going to open the glass doors.

THUNK! THUNK!

"blocked..." he groaned, noticing that flowers that webbed the windows of the doors, Idia holded his hand, preventing Malleus from going forward. "we are trapped." he stated. Azul seemed to finally have enough power to stand on his own again. "this... Is complicating things..." he grumbled.

"Then I shall open it by force!" Malleus declared, ready to cast a spell.

Fsh Fsh...

"Stop it!" the other 2 lowered Malleus's hands. Flowers were climbing on the balcony from all sides, already budding and ready to bloom. "they feed on the magic in the air... If you cast anything... It will only feed them..." Idia declared. "it's only a matter of time until they get to us... We are trapped..." Azul grumbled, frantically looking around for any kind of exit.

"Well... We either climb the wall... Or break the door... Anyway those things catch up with us. We would be too slow..." Idia exhaled. Malleus tho, looked over the balcony. "there could be a way..." he trailed. The other 2 looked at him in horror as Malleus grabbed both of them. "Hold tight..." Malleus jumped on the railing, them being pretty close to the river. "Malleus... No... Anything but that..." Idia replied.

FWOSH!

"MALLEUS GODDAMN DRACONIA, YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT!"

SPLASH!

It seemed like Malleus's jump was strong enough to propel the 3 into falling in the river with a big splash. Groaning, Azul summoned a weak ice plate where he helped Idia hold onto, as the 3 finally climbed on the small 'boat', so to say. "It worked." The Fae puffed proudly. "But the execution is lacking..." Azul grumbled, wrangling his costume's trein like a towel, to make it less heavier from the water. Idia did the same as well.

"Well... I told you-" "Now is not the time for winner dance, Idia... We must find the others..." Azul cut off the latter. Malleus summoned a long paddle, standing up as he was rowing towards the canals.

Looking behind, Idia saw how fire flowers engulfed the whole Noble Bell College. Malleus and Azul both were silent, knowing that whatever they would've done, they would've perished while trying to reach the others. "Flowers that feed on one's magic." The mer mused at one point.

"Can't we overdose them?" "They are spreading too fast... They would eat you alive..." Idia shot down Malleus's idea. "And besides... I don't think you could stand an overBlot again so early..." He added, Malleus looking down at the water, in his own reflection. "Even with my blot... It seems to wilt them slowly... But it wouldn't be enough time... We need to both pluck it and stain it with blot if we want it to die faster... And that's one death sentence for everyone else." the firehead mused.

Azul hummed. "An overdose... Is more plausible... When they die, they release the magic back... So if there would be something that could overdose them all at the same time... The excess magic would travel from flower to flower and wilt them faster..." he reasoned. Looking at Noble Bell College, the octomer's eyes trailed to the tallest tower.

"We need to ring that!" He pointed at the bell. "The bell... A powerful magic artefact... This could work... If we strike it strong enough..." Idia trailed. "I shall do it... You 2 have to find the rest and assure their safety..." Malleus mused, finally the 3 going into a tunnel, the darkness covering them from anyone's sight.

"We'll decide after we rest a bit..."

"Hey! Over here!"

Azul rubbed his eyes. He must've fell asleep, but he woke up when a familiar voice yelled out to them. Idia seemed to be the one rowing their ice plate, as Malleus was on his knees, shielding the mer from the current in the canal and keeping him warm. Their clothes weren't drenched in water anymore and Idia was using the summoned paddle to get to the bank of the canal and allow the 3 of them to get on land.

The one who called was Yuu, which Idia darted towards first. "You ok?" they nodded. "But... Picky and Paky... They are still inside..." They mused, Grim hugging on their leg. "It's alright... They are strong enough..." Idia exhaled, patting Yuu's head. "I'm glad my only dorm students are alright..." he gave a small smile.

It was a wild back and forth, everyone initially wanting to dip out of there because they were all here at least. But Idia insisted that he wants his kibbies back. And Malleus fully processed the actual status of his invitation, becoming furious and wanting answers out of Flamme.

It was either leaving this whole thing on Azul's shoulders or actually help and save face because they know Azul would blackmail them later about it if not.

Still, for Idia at least, he would be lying if he said the 'help' wasn't useful. As long as they conserved Malleus's magic, they would be more than great. Anything would be good if it helped towards that goal.

Even if it meant separation from the rest of the group.

They found Rollo's journal at one point, which gave to Idia a bit of more dread about the whole situation. Still, Malleus was the brave front of their trio, always going forward without batting an eye towards anything less than important.

"I wonder..." Azul trailed. "We don't know what ticked off those flowers... And Flamme's journal doesn't seem like any important lead..." The mer mused. "Possibly pollen infection... This is a magical phenomenon after all..." Malleus noted.

Idia tho, only flipped through the pages of the journal. Initially, they dismissed it, for the most eye-catching paragraph was about a goat that bit Rollo's butt almost a year ago. The journal looked more professional, boring even. Nothing was underlined and every entry had some long formal introduction that made someone toss the book away in an instant.

Still, Idia reached towards the end of the entries, hand ghosting over today's date. Today, most likely in the morning, Rollo wrote something in here.

'Dear journal... Today marks the 8th anniversary of my brother, without wishing him a happy birthday. He was supposed to be 16 by now, in his first year at a high school. Today was also the day why I couldn't see anymore my brother, Eugen... I only hope that after today, everything will be right, that I atoned for the sin of magic. Maybe I could see Eugen as well... Wonder if he would be happy to see me?'

Idia gulped as he closed the said journal, not without leaving an ink mark on the page corner. He still holded onto the book, putting it in the pocket extended with a spell.

Suddenly, a yowl was heard throughout the library hall. "What was that?!" Azul yelped as Malleus looked left and right. Idia tho stepped forward. "those are my kibbies!" he declared, starting to run towards the source of the sound. "Idia! Wait!" Malleus called out, grabbing on Azul's hand and helping him keep pace as the 2 ran after the firehead.

At the hall towards the bell tower, a few armour stands were knocked over, underneath them whimpering could be heard. Idia fell down to his knees, hands pushing away the said Armour, to reveal the whimpering kibbie, reverted back to its true form, a small Phanthom. The bottle head weakly raised up to see a tearing up Idia, trying to make an effort to go towards him. It layed in a big pool of blot, all lost from their tiny, decaying, body. "Oh... My poor kibbie..." The latter cooed, hands grabbing the small creature and holding them close to his chest, the Phanthom whimpering in response and scooting closer. Malleus and Azul both were by his sides.

"Maybe we could feed it some blot? Some magic?" Malleus tried to offer. "If we isolate them in a safe place, maybe we could treat them... They could survive..." Azul tried to be more rational, still the 2 were trying to coo Idia into not giving up. But the firehead's Inky tears still poured, falling on the Phanthom's little head. "It will be alright... I can make you just like new..." he whispered, letting himself revert back to his real form, letting blot to come off his hands and he let the small Phanthom to curl up in his embrace and slowly turn the whimpering into purring.

"Idia... Honey..." Azul gently put his hand on the fire head's shoulder, but already Idia rose up, handing to the octomer the said small Phanthom. "I'm killing that Bastard..." The firehead said on a low tone, his whole hair catching an orange color. "I'm making him pay!" He yelled this time, loud enough to echo across the hall. "Dear... Let's not make any hasty decisions-" "Hasty decisions?! Oh I ain't making no hasty decision! I know exactly what I'm doing!" Idia puffed, stomping his way towards the bell tower, cussing under his breath.

Malleus only hummed, grabbing Azul in a bridal style and following after, making sure that they could pass through the narrow doors before following as fast as possible after Idia.

It was easy to keep track of him, because wherever Idia stomped, ink was splattered across, smudged by his tartered robes as he climbed the stairs, holding on the front of his garment as to not trip over it.

Tho, Idia didn't get too far with his spontaneous plan of revenge, as he grew tired and had to take a 5 at a higher room there. "Idia! You buffon!" Azul nagged, setting down the Phanthom who came by Idia's legs again. The firehead was sitting on a chair, hand running through his hair as he grumbled. "I'm tired... I... I want home already..." He breathed out. Malleus only hummed, taking Idia's Inky hands into his.

"You are drained from the concealing charm... Let us handle this from here on... Focus on your beloved pets... We'll protect you and fix this whole mess." The Fae mused. Idia merely nodded, closing his eyes as he received a kiss on the cheeks from both of his boyfriends.

By meeting the gargoyles, this only allowed Idia to rest a bit more as Malleus had his very excited meet with the gargoyle, ultimately becoming friends.

Except that the flowers also caught up with them, which meant they had to hurry, leaving the poor gargoyle to perish against the firery plants.

Meanwhile, at the top of the tower...

THUNK!

The small Phanthom whimpered as it hit the wooden floor, its small glass head weakly raising to see Rollo looming over it, staff pointed and charging with a spell. "You are meant to die, monster!" He declared.

BOOM! THUD!

Rollo was thrown off, slamming into a pillar wall as Idia was breathing heavily, orange flames taking a small tint of red. Both Azul and Malleus scooted away from the red tips, the octomer covering the other Phanthom's 'eyes' from his hold. "you. Hurt my kibbies... You planned all of this... FLAMME, YOU ARE GOING TO PAY!" the firehead yelled.

Rollo only pressed his back closer to the wall, in iminent fear. That was an overBlot and damn was it mad. The only thing that prolonged his iminent end was the whimpering Phanthom on the ground that seemed to snap Idia from his tunnel vision rage and focus on healing the small creature with his blot.

The flowers were already blooming in here. Just a little bit and Draconia will be defeated. Shroud was in overBlot and everything was falling into place. Rollo grinned to himself as he got up and aimed towards the firehead, knocking Idia off his feet with a groan. "You are too late! Now all of your magic will disappear! And there's nothing you can do about it! You will never ring that bell, you heard me?!" The boy laughed as Malleus stepped forward, Azul helping Idia back up as the 2 Phanthoms were by their feet, whimpering in fear.

Malleus frowned as he charged a magic attack, yet everything seemed to be weakened to Rollo's level, as the flowers ate away his magical power. Idia took his new place on defence, while Azul was trying to support both of them in the fight.

Rollo had the experience against those flowers. They didn't. That was what evened out the sides.

"At this point... We'll run dry before him..." Azul panted after he used bet the limit, borrowed from Deuce prior. Rollo was engulfed in ravenous flames and Malleus was doing his best on defence alongside Idia.

"I... Have an idea... Blot seems to weaken the flowers... It is risky, but what other option we have?" Malleus mused as both Idia and Azul looked in between them, knowing the exact implications.

Still, it was either that or them running dry and succumbing to the flowers.

Azul was the one stepping forward this time, summoning a barrier in which Rollo relentlessly hit through. "Hurry up! We don't have all night!" he grunted as Malleus spun Idia. "Are you sure?" the firehead warily asked and the fae nodded, kissing the latter.

Crack... Crack.... SMASH!

Azul had to go a few steps backwards, almost falling on his butt, if a pair of hands didn't catch him. Rollo also froze in surprise as Azul looked up, his whole blood running cold.

Malleus was, again, in his overBlot form. And he didn't look pleased at all. Passing Azul to Idia, the fae reclaimed his first attack place, summoning a spell as flowers around him started to lose their shine and slowly wilt. "Flamme... You wanted to see what I'm truly capable of?!" he declared.

"Then so be it!"

BOOM!

The whole ground shook, Idia holding onto Azul as Rollo managed to defend himself and survive the thundering attack. Malleus, again, was preparing for another one, this time surely not eager to miss again.

BOOONGGG BIIIINNNG

Everyone snapped their heads towards the bell, where the 2 Phanthoms were ringing the bell of salvation. The flowers immediately wilted into ashes, getting blown in the air. Their glow dissappeared and thus, the only light peeking in was from the moon and stars on the sky.

Malleus exhaled as he returned to his normal self, panting as he almost lost his footing. "Oh dear..." Azul helped him regain his balance, receiving a weak kiss on the forehead. "I... Believe I still have to recover a bit..." Malleus breathed out, before both looked at Idia.

The firehead was stepping towards Rollo, casting back up the concealing charm. He pocketed himself, before throwing at Rollo's feet the said diary. "Death... Is too cruel for you... So I'll let you roam and deal with the following guilt... You're not good at that apparently." He mumbled, pressing onto his words.

"But our silence will cost."

"Ah, Idia... I want to dance a bit~" Azul purred, seating himself next to the firehead, later, when the ball resumed. Idia exhaled with a small smile. "I'm resting... Malleus still wants to share his surprise... After he gets his round at teasing..." He hid a giggle as both looked at a smug Malleus, getting his share of fun off Rollo's suffering.

Since they decided to keep Rollo's involvement in the flower incident a secret, the latter also had to keep the whole blot mishaps a secret too. Which resulted in all of the 3 boys getting his fair share of teasing.

Grabbing his 2 kibbie from the ground, Idia smiled as the small, now kittens, put their paws on his shoulders and rubbing their fluffy heads to his cheeks. "I'm just glad my little kibbie are safe and sound." "You scared us for a little there... You looked inconsolable." Azul admitted with an exhale.

"My dears~" Malleus skipped happily to the 2. "It is time... We know..." Idia smiled weakly as he let the 2 kibbies on the seat, grabbing Malleus's left hand as Azul got the right, both raising up. "You look very excited for this..." The mer noted, pecking Malleus's cheek as the latter hummed in approval. "I'm merely happy for participating to this event. I was invited after all..." He puffed proudly. "It was... Something... Definitely an unforgettable experience..." Azul responded with a small exhale. Idia tho, puffed.

"Well, I'm glad that this night will soon be over."

[nashiriel]

Just reading the Black and Greens’ reactions to baby Luke claiming the Cannibal…I honestly could read 100 chapters, because can you imagine how the Greens would panic when Rhaenyra turns up in King’s Landing like “please meet my most loyal supporter and his dragon?” It would be truly heartwarming stuff.

And I would love to see the Rhaenys/Luke bonding. I wonder if her visibly getting on with Luke more would help head off Vaemond’s challenge (though he’d have to be pretty bold to be challenge Luke’s claim in the hall, knowing the Cannibal is waiting outside).

I am once again asking you to please, please forgive me for taking so long to get back to you. I am trying to work my way through my inbox, I swear!

But in the festive spirit…it’s not 100 chapters, but I hope you enjoy the below snippet from that AU! A very merry Christmas to you (if you celebrate!)

It is Prince Daemon who greets them as they dismount, teeth flashing in the curve of that cocksure grin that Rhaenys remembers of old. There is still much of that boy left to him, she sees. No grey dulls the silver of his hair, and the lines on his face are softened now, smoothed by contentment as he stands amongst the smoke and skies of his new consort’s domain.  

Marriage to the Princess of Dragonstone suits him well, it seems. Fury burns Rhaenys’ throat, mingled as it is still with bitter grief. 

Three moons. Her children, her grandson, have been dead for three moons.

“My brave girl,” Daemon beams as soon as Baela’s feet have touched the ground, sweeping her into his arms with an exuberance that sends her laughter pealing through the air. “Your sister has missed you.”

“How is she?” Baela demands excitedly, wriggling like a pup in his embrace. “How are her burns? Has she flown-”

“She is resting,” her father laughs, pride clear on his face. Laena’s letters had not spoken of such when she wrote of he and Rhaena in that last, lingering year.

“The maesters say the burn is healing well, sweetling, and she asks me every day when the dragonkeepers will let her back down to the beach. She says that she can still thread her needle, and that a set of reins are nothing compared to that.” 

His eyes find Rhaenys’ then, amused. “You would be proud of how brave she has been, cousin.”

“I have always been proud of Rhaena,” Rhaenys says curtly. She has not come here to bandy pleasantries, not when Rhaenyra’s letters had made clear through their increasing urgent pleas that there was a matter that duty could not let her ignore. “As proud as I was of her mother. The day is short, Daemon. Where is the boy?”

The mirth falls away from Daemon’s face.

The valley that Caraxes and Meleys alight upon is not quite at the foot at the Dragonmont, but it is close enough that the restless murmurs of the volcano as it turns in its sleep rumble through the air. In comparison, the dragon whose coiled bulk blots out the sky and rocks from her sight is unsettlingly quiet, its scales a motionless dark sheen over the ground like oil laid over placid water. 

Rhaenys’ steps do not falter, even as Caraxes’ whistle shrieks in the air above her. Meleys had loomed larger in her girlhood’s eyes as she sang to her in the dark of the Dragonpit. She had seen Balerion’s wings blacken the sky, a majesty that even age could not rob from the greatest glory their blood had ever known. What is this shadow that she should fear it, no matter large it hulks with its butcher’s reek? 

Rhaenys might think it asleep were it not for the gleaming eye that watches her approach, gaze green and hungry as wildfire. With a sharp intake of breath, she sees the small form nestled against its black talons, not even half the size of those knife-like curves. As Rhaenys draws closer, he lifts his head from where it was bent over the long object clutched in his fist, dark eyes wide with astonishment. 

“Grandmother?”

“Lucerys,” Rhaenys says evenly, refusing to allow herself a flinch as a growl splits the air, loud enough to shake the stones from Dragonstone’s parapets. A black tail lashes the air in a brutal snap, heavy enough to cleave a castle wall in two, as the dragon coils itself closer still around Luke, teeth glittering in evident warning. It could crush him as easily as Rhaenys could an ant beneath her heel; Meleys bellows behind her as the whip uncoils in Rhaenys’ hand. 

“Cannibal!” a voice pipes up behind the ripple of the dragon’s wing, high-pitched and aggrieved rather than terror-stricken. “No! I said no!”

Ash lies thick as snow on the ground. Feet away, a cracked thigh bone protrudes from it, flesh brittled black and crumbling where it still clings. There had been guards watching over their play when the Cannibal��s shadow suddenly descended upon the sands, Rhaena had written in a wobbling sprawl so unlike her normal perfect lettering. With spears and trident, they had tried to draw him off. The precious seconds before they were charred to sprawls of greased meat might have meant the difference between life and death to her grandchildren, at least. 

“Easy,” Daemon calls down, his voice strong and stern as winter even as Caraxes’ wings beat the air. “It is your worry feeding his, Lucerys. Calm yourself.”

“I am calm!” comes the indignant squeal, shrill with a fury that Daemon’s words alone cannot have provoked. The Cannibal’s muscles go taut as a bowstring, the dark curve of his jaw shifting as a noise like a mountain cracking apart rumbles between his teeth. 

This one will not be brought to bay by a whip, nor soothed with the lullabies of Old Valyria. Rhaenys sees that clearly in this moment, that and the reason why Daemon has proved insufficient to manage this.

In all the history of Dragonstone, there is only one thing that has held any sway over the Cannibal, and - still to Rhaenys’ utter disbelief - it is the voice of the child who sits tear-stained and trembling in sullen rancour as the Cannibal looms above him, stretching up and up into the darkened sky. 

“The Conqueror himself never hatched a dragon,” she had overheard Laenor soothe Lucerys once in a shadowed corner of High Tide, cradling him close as they watched Vermax playfully char the meat Jace was throwing in the air.

“You’ll claim a mount one day. Like your aunt, like your grandmother. And I promise, it will be a dragon worthy of you.”

The Cannibal. How by all the seven hells had the boy ever managed to even attract his attention, never mind claim him?

“Lucerys,” she says again, sharp and swift as her whip.

He flinches at her tone, but Rhaenys does not care; the time for coddling him was before the gods in their folly put the Cannibal in the hands of a child.

“None are here to harm you or him, child, and you must make him know that. Remember all that the dragonkeepers have taught you. Breathe deep, and speak loud and clear. Lykiri-”

“I’m trying,” Lucerys says plaintively, one hand scrubbing at his dirtied face. She wonders how long he has been here, how often the Cannibal is pleased to let the human he has bonded with leave his sight. “He doesn’t know what they mean, he won’t listen-”

“Do you think any dragon is born knowing them? The words alone do not have meaning; they are there to clarify your intent, so that he does not blindly follow what you feel instead. You have claimed him, Lucerys. He will listen, but only if you are strong enough to ensure that he understands.”

There comes a choked sob, almost lost in the sulphurous blast of hot breath rolling across Rhaenys’ skin as the Cannibal turns its great head towards her. She does not break its gaze as she coaxes Lucerys to breathe deep, to gather himself together (a memory comes unbidden, of the song she sang to Laenor as a child to soothe his night terrors, and she bites down against another unexpected welt of grief).

Eventually, mercifully, the dragon settles, though covetousness still burns in those eyes like the distant stars as he watches Lucerys leave his shadow to come forth to her.

“Prince Daemon is right,” she says after the Rogue Prince has taken his leave at her sharp gesture.

“That dragon is a part of you now, child, and his rage is strong enough without you feeding it. If you cannot control yourself, what chance do you think you’ll have commanding him? If he tells you to calm yourself, listen.”

“Why? He’s not my father,” comes a furious sniffle, those dark eyes blinking ferociously in a bid to hold back tears. For the first time, she sees what it is he is holding so tightly; a broken spear, the snapped shaft still bearing the remnants of the crest of Dragonstone’s royal guards. 

“He is not,” Rhaenys says tightly; that much, at least, they can agree on. “but when it comes to dragons, you’d be a fool not to heed him, boy. And if you’re a fool with this beast, you won’t live long enough to know it. He is dangerous, Lucerys. You should never have gone to him.”

”But I didn’t,” the child says, lip quivering. “It was the Grey Ghost we went to the beach for, me and Rhaena. We brought fish-”

“Fish,” Rhaenys repeats coldly.

“From the kitchens, lots of them. Cook gave some to us every day; he’d thought we’d found some kittens. We had to hide behind the rocks the first few times; he only came out when he thought no one was there. We had to get him used to Rhaena’s smell. Aemond thought it’d work-”

He stops, small face suddenly stricken. 

Well. Rhaenys had never imagined that the queen’s and Rhaenyra’s dragonless children might once have felt close enough to venture ideas of luring a mount between them. It matters not now, she supposes. If ever there was ever friendship between the two, it died that night on Driftmark. Rhaenys had not needed to see the poisonous glare levelled at Luke from Prince Aemond’s remaining eye as she thrust him safely beyond Queen Alicent’s reach behind her to know that. 

“I didn’t mean for the Cannibal to come,” Luke insists, and an odd look comes across his face, almost hopeful as he looks back over his shoulder to where the dragon watches him with that unblinking, terrible gaze.

“But he must’ve been meant to find us. He’d never come to that beach before, the dragonkeepers said. It was Father, it must’ve been. He heard my prayers and sent him to me.”

No, Rhaenys thinks, and does not know if it is cruelty or kindness that keeps the words from her tongue. If my son could have sent you a dragon, he would have brought you his own Seasmoke.

“So he fell upon the Grey Ghost,” she says instead. “How did that lead you to claiming him? You could have been killed. Rhaena could have been killed. What were you thinking, boy, to get so close?”

“Meraxes,” Luke mumbles, so low Rhaenys thinks she misheard him. She bends closer, acutely aware of the shadow rumbling in warning before her.

”What did you say?”

“Jace told me,” Luke says, fidgeting; behind him, the Cannibal’s tail ripples black, spikes flexing with the motion.

“The only way a man can stop a dragon. Grey Ghost was trying to crawl away, but he couldn’t…he couldn’t move, and Rhaena was screaming, and…the Cannibal had to drag him back with his teeth with his head bent down like that, and I thought if I threw it-” 

The spearhead gleams sharp as dragon teeth. Luke looks up at her, pleading, his confession coming in a quavering whisper.

“I tried to get his eye.”

[weak4skz]

Hope is For Suckers

Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, idol au

Summary: Han and y/n have been friends since before they remember. But what happens if their friendship is severed by an unfortunate situation and Han goes off to be an idol while y/n is in college. When they connect through a mutual friend, what happens then?

Word Count: 1.3k (sorry it's short I'm just trying to get this chapter out)

CHAPTER WARNINGS: eating disorder, negative self talk/thoughts, body dysorphia, a lot of feelings, panic attack

NOT PROOF READ!!!

THIS IS NOT AN ACCURATE REPRESTATION OF THE PEOPLE MENTIONED IN THE FIC

A/N: Sorry for the really late update. I've been really busy and haven't been really motivated to write. I might but HIFS on hiatus until July but idk yet. Thank you for all the support though, I really appreciate it

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When we pull into Chan’s designated parking spot I’m so nervous I could puke. 

“Hey,” Chan says, gently putting a hand on my knee to stop its bouncing. “They’ll all love you just as much as I do. But if you still want to go home I’ll drive you ‘kay?”

“No, I want to meet them.” I force out of my mouth. He just nods and we both get out of the car and begin to walk towards the door. When he opens it, the first thing I notice is the smell of freshly baked brownies. Then, I hear yelling and laughing coming from the living room.

“YOU landed on MY property. PAY ME THE DANG FINE.” 

Then I fear another voice scream

“YOU’RE IN JAIL! I’M NOT GIVING MONEY TO A CRIMINAL.”

“THAT’S NOT HOW YOU PLAY!!!” the first screams.

All of this over a game of monopoly? 

“Boys” I mutter with a playful roll of my eyes. “I know right” Chan responds with a small smile.

Chan leads me to the living room. “Hey guys” he greets the six men casually.

“Hey Chan hyung.” one with mid length dark hair and glasses responds. “Who’s that?” he asks, pointing to me.

“This is Y/n. She’s a good friend of mine and older than half of you so show some manners and introduce yourselves.”

“I’m Jeongin” glasses says.

“Seungmin”

“I’m Felix”

“I’m sexy king Hyunjin”

“Man shut up.” the shortest says with a small laugh, “I’m Changbin”

“I’m Minho”

Then they go around again and tell me their ages. But I thought Chan told me they’re were eight members in his group? As I finish my thought, someone bursts in through the door.

“‘Sorry I’m late guys. Oh hi… what’s your name? I’m…”

“Han?”

There is a pause, a moment of silence, and for a second I regret saying anything.

“Uh yea, I’m Han Jisung. How did you know my name?”

“Chan talks about you gusy all the time. I just assumed it was you because you were the only one missing. I’m Y/n''

oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh there is no way HAN JISUNG the man who is (partially) responsible for my villain backstory is the eighth member of Chan’s band

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick” I say, trying to excuse myself from the source of my impending panic attack. I speed walk to Chan’s bathroom and lock the door behind me. Once I get the feeling that I’m safe, I slide my back down the door and sit on the floor, bringing my knees to my chest and burying my head between them. Then I try to regulate my breathing before I start hyperventilating.

Breath in, one two three, breath out. Breath in, one two three, breath out

I repeat it over anad over again until my breathing is as regulated as it is going to get. Then, I get up and fix my mascara and blot away the bits that escaped with my tears.

I walk out of the bathroom and find Chan alone in the kitchen. “Hey Chan, I’m feeling kind of sick so I think I’m going to head home.” 

“Are you okay? You were fine when we were at lunch.” he looked concerned. Great, now I feel bad for lying

“I just got really bad cramps out of nowhere. And you know I get crabby wehen I don’t feel very well.” I try to end the conversation quickly so he doesn’t catch me lying. “Oh, I didn’t know you were on your period. I would have just brought lunch to your place. Let me go get my keys so I can get you home, kay?” 

My period? Ohhhh, he thinks I’m on my period. Thank God he thought I was on my dperiod because I hadn’t thought that far into my lie. While celebrating that little victory, Han walks into the kitchen. 

“Oh hey. I saw you were looking sick and I wanted to come check up on you” he said while grabbing a soda from the fridge. “Yea I just have really bad cramps.” I lied again.

“That sucks,” he started, taking a sip of his fanta. “Hey, I was just wondering if you went to Fairview High School. You kinda look like this girl I used to hang out with.”

“Uh yeah, I went there. I thought I knew you from somewhere but I couldn’t tell.” I responded. ‘A girl I used to hang out with’ huh. Was I really the only one that was thinking about our relationship for the past seven years. Not gonna lie, that kind of hurt. Because up to a couple moments ago I thought very highly of Han, I still considered him a friend. Because he had been my only friend for so long, I sort of held hope that he would be my friend forever. But I was too naive, I should have known he would forget me. I mean, I’m not that memorable; but I thought I would at least be more than a girl he ‘used to hang out with.’

Not a moment later, Chan comes back into the kitchen with my shoes. “Oh, hey Han. The kids are waiting for you so they can start a new game of uno.”

“Ok. Nice catching up with you Y/N.” I mustered the nicest smile I could at the moment and responded with a bitter ‘you too’ before moving to hop off the counter to put on my shoes. 

Chan holds me down by my knees and kneels down to lace up my converse himself. “What were you guys talking about?” he asked after tying the first shoe. “We used to go to the same highschool.”

“Cool, were you guys friends?” Chan asks, now finished with tying both shoes. “I thought so” I mumble, mostly to myself. 

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

TWST AU's - Feel Free to Ask About Them!

Legit have like 25 aus for TWST I'm not even joking and most of them are self indulgent and the list WILL grow sfhkldjfhksd

Coffeeshop AU (fleshes out Khan x Leona (this is a bad ship lmao they are NOT GOOD) and more sibling shenanigans between Vizzie and Leona)

Summer Camp AU (focuses around Sebek and Epel having been childhood crushes that reunite as camp counselours at a camp Viz and Leona run, there are Many Side Stories)

Pokemon AU (self-explanatory, I made teams up with my s/o and a bunch of bg)

Assassin AU (Students are all sleeper agents, operating under STYX as their test subjects basically, and they have no idea until one student's tech starts to malfunction.)

Prison AU (everyone has fucked up reasons for being in jail, they are All Prisoners, you'll notice in almost all my aus I have a shit ton of angst)

Circus AU (self explanatory, my LeoVil AU and Idikei AU)

Robot/MurderDrones AU in which Ortho's creation is the catalyst for STYX to make more androids for commercial and industrial use, and as they gain more intelligence Ortho would like to find a way to free his fellow bots from being pawns to the humans.

Rarepair AU literally put everyone's names in a wheel and just said Yep to every pair, very fun, have not fleshed this out at all lmao

Zombie Apocalypse AU pretty self explanatory except there are shit like blot zombies and varying degrees of those, Cheka grows into quite the little leader, I have not decided whether the ending is "happy" as in everything is resolved, or happy as in it's Actually Happy

Tattoo/Soulmate AU People with magic typically get into tattooing because they have the ability to make soulmate tattoos, but it varies depending on romantic, platonic/queerplatonic, familial feelings or other ones. Trey, Vil and Leona run a shop together, Deuce wants to join, Viz accidentally becomes his adoptive sister it's all fun and relatively low on the angst actually lmao

Monster AU hehe I've talked about this on this blog before, check out my pinned post!!

FNAF AU lmao this one has so much angst but you probably knew that already, inspired more by the pizzaplex/security breach than any other FNAF game, but a lot of the same type of lore

Coraline AU in which Viz gets to be Leona's big (half) sister for once. Falena is the eldest and treated with respect, everyone knows Viz isn't the king's biological daughter but they have to put up with her because the queen does, and Leona was the attempt between the king and queen to fix everything - it didn't work and he feels that. Ends up using an escape to another world to try and avoid that feeling, only to realize something much more sinister on the other side.

Biological Sister AU not super intuitive, seeing as above, Viz is Leona's half sister, but in this au she is also related him, just via the king this time. Don't ask me why I named it this, but it is what it is, she's taken in by the royal family early on and tries to bring it together. Idk it was a fun idea at the time.

Genderbent AU I wanted to explore Vizzie's trauma if she was around a bunch of other girls instead of guys and it goes Poorly but it's fun lmao

DnD AU b/c I've never played DnD and wanted to kinda learn so it's DnD inspired but the rules/roles aren't super strict but the worldbuilding is SO MUCH FUN (there are SO many dynamics all going on at the same time its GREAT)

Medieval Fantasy AU This is moreso my S/O's AU than it is mine but I wanted to talk about it because it also has a lot of fun worldbuilding in it that we did together (like the effects of OB and whatnot in this world)(also heavily inspired by DnD)

Arranged Marriage AU Viz and Riddle both have very overbearing, traditional moms and end up together against each others wills and have to unlearn their distaste for each other before they can start really working together to find ways to make each other happy

Greek God/Epic AU In which Viz takes on the Odyssey with Leona as her guide - he wants to prove himself worthy of the title of a God, and she will do anything to protect her people. It gets Complicated fast. (I actually have art I drew for this au lmao)

Poppy Playtime AU Really fucking depressing tbh, again, upon the perfection of Ortho's robotic aids (he never died, just severely incapacitated), all the other children that were used as test subjects were abandoned as half done projects and experiments that resembled toys

Dance AU I throw a bunch of the characters into dance. Vil, Riddle and Neige are on top but all three of them are having Gender Issues but in Big Denial about it.

Fairy AU My S/O also developed this one initially but I have a few different headcanons from them :D

Petsitter AU Cater is more of the focus in this one, he's recently left home, in between jobs and down on his luck and ends up calling in an old favour. He stays with Trey (and Che'nya) in their apartment and gets to know the people in the complex as he starts to heal <3

And then I have 4 other aus I might take to Ao3 just because it seems people can filter tags better on there and uh. They Need Tags lmaooo

[merakiui]

Omg apocalypse au 🤯

Having to choose which group(dorm) to take shelter, but that comes with a price...

Just wait till the repopulation part arrives

>:D I will share some basic thoughts about how each dorm would function!

Heartslabyul is very rule-oriented. Everyone has a job that they're expected to do so that the compound won't find itself swept up in chaos. Riddle is very good at keeping order within the group he leads, though sometimes his patience and restraint are tested when a certain few (Ace and Deuce) get on his nerves. Riddle is welcoming to all, but he's extremely cautious. After all, he can't risk letting anyone who may be infected with blot into this sanctuary. Trey and Cater are usually the ones who are permitted to lead a select few to scope out the nearby areas and go on supply runs. They probably encounter you on one of these runs and bring you back to Riddle when you beg for help.

Riddle has a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to disobedience. Everyone gets three strikes, and if you breach the third infraction you're thrown out and banned from the compound. He's ruthless when it comes to this rule, so Ace is always toeing the line of a third strike. You've come to his rescue more than once, which infuriates Riddle because he assumes you're taking Ace's side, when in reality you're just trying to save your friend from impending doom (not that you approve of his mischief in such an uncertain time). The outside world is nowhere near as safe as it is within the walls of the Heartslabyul compound. Ace would do well to remember that.

Deuce is more well-behaved, and so sometimes he'll join Trey or Cater on supply runs. He's well-versed in fighting, so he can hold his own in a physical fight. When it comes to magic, he's still improving, but he wants to help out in any way that he can. He looks up to Riddle greatly and wants to prove himself as someone worthy and strong. Ace likes to tease him a lot, but it's usually Deuce who reminds him that he ought to be more serious. Apocalypses are nothing to treat lightheartedly. One wrong move and you could lose everything.

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Savanaclaw is not very rule-oriented. In fact, the only rule that's made abundantly clear is that you have to fight to survive. You're either weak or you're strong; there is no in between. Leona was made king of the compound after dethroning its previous leader. He'll let anyone into the compound so long as they can hold their own in a fight and are useful. This usually means a test of strength, whether physical or mental, and if you pass Leona will recognize your worth. Ruggie is usually in charge of supply runs and any other operations. Sometimes they'll gather; other times they'll steal from nearby groups and compounds. Jack doesn't approve of these methods; he thinks everyone should be given the chance to survive, but Ruggie and Leona remind him that if everyone got to survive then the world's population wouldn't be sitting at what it is now.

It's Ruggie who takes you as a prisoner when he finds you snooping around just on the border of Savanaclaw's territory. Jack's there to remind Ruggie of respect and whatnot as he forces you along towards the compound. Jack doesn't talk much, but he does watch you keenly as you're led to Leona. He's studying you to determine whether you pose a threat, sniffing the air to see if he can pick out any foreign, perilous smells. Once you're deemed harmless and you manage to pass Leona's test, you're welcomed into the fray. Jack sticks with you, helping you adjust to the way of life in the group. Leona may seem lazy and hard on you at times, but he does secretly care. He just expects everyone to be able to hold their own. The world's filled with liars and cheats; Jack's realized that there's no helping it, especially when the world has become so unruly.

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Octavinelle is a safe haven. It's as if Azul has thought of nearly everything in order make the compound as safe and welcoming as possible. Unlike the other compounds, which are all on land, Azul's makes use of both the land and the sea. Half of it is underwater, with nearly indestructible glass tunnels that connect into a labyrinthine structure built of the strongest, sturdiest materials, while the other half is built upon the land to make use of both environments. You may think the sea isn't as bad as it is on the land, but it's so much more frightening. Those dark, dangerous depths hold all kinds of infected things: monsters, mers, mer-monsters...

Azul is willing to accept anyone into the compound, even those who may be infected so long as they stay in a specific layer of the compound (the one far below the land in the sea) and will take the medicine necessary to curb the blot infection (it's not a cure, but it is something he's managed to conjure after much trial and error. Only Octavinelle can brag that they have something akin to a cure, and Azul is only willing to share for a very steep price). Azul himself is infected, as are Riddle, Leona, Jamil, Vil, and Idia, and perhaps even Malleus, and he's constantly finding ways to suppress the monstrosities of Overblot. Azul has built the compound upon lies and secrets, all of which rest at the foundation. He'll pile sweetness onto poison so that you won't ever find the truth amidst so many falsehoods. Anyone who proves to be an issue or has seen and learned too much will be cast into the sea, but not before being thoroughly interrogated by Jade and Floyd. There's always new information to be found!

Jade and Floyd are swift and strong enough to brave the horrors of the ocean in order to search in sunken shipwrecks and husks of plane to find anything that might be useful. They're a formidable duo and aren't afraid of anything. Either you learned of the rumors of a very welcoming compound and came to Azul willingly or the twins dragged you to him by force. In any case, you'll find yourself at Azul's feet, hoping he may take pity on you. Make no mistake; Azul will accept the poor, unfortunate souls left hopeless by the apocalypse, but that doesn't mean they're permitted to stay rent-free. You'll likely be given many tasks in order to earn your keep. Octavinelle runs on information; it's become somewhat of an intelligence hub, where Azul keeps note of what goes on within the other compounds and the world beyond his safe haven, trading and taking info as he sees fit.

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Scarabia has also thought of everything to combat the apocalypse. Kalim is a little too carefree when he throws celebrations in order to keep morale high and to distract those from the gloomy situation beyond the compound. It's Jamil who really runs everything. He knows everything about everyone who steps foot in the compound and he's very picky with who gets to stay. He isn't one to act rashly, rather he'll think through every action that can be taken in order to solve a problem when one arises (which happens quite often considering how restless some get within the compound). He plans behind the scenes, allowing Kalim to think he's everyone's great and glorious leader who can bring happiness to all. In secret, he's getting information, keeping an eye on anyone who may pose a threat to the compound (such as any traitors), and he's ready to curb attempted usurpation at once.

Jamil does not trust easily; Kalim does. In fact, Jamil probably doesn't trust you when Kalim makes the decision to let you stay (he always lets everyone in; it's up to Jamil to turn those who he thinks are infected away. You can never be too careful in the apocalypse, so some may think he's heartless when it comes to deciding who can stay and who must go. But this is for the sake of the compound; you have to make sacrifices because this isn't an ideal world). Like the other compounds, you'll be given work to keep yourself busy and exercised. Whether that's by preparing ingredients for food, helping in the gardens, doing inventory of weapons and other supplies, etc. it's expected that you help out.

Kalim is quick to forgive those who may have broken too many rules or intentionally stir the pot, but Jamil won't tolerate it. Safety comes first, so he'll do whatever he must in order to ensure everyone else can continue to live at the cost of a life or two. He's had to harden his heart; the apocalypse isn't kind to those with pure hearts, yet somehow Kalim's still surviving. At least he can be a ray of sunshine amidst stormy situations.

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Pomefiore is also quite orderly. Vil has everyone and everything under control, so much so that you'd think he's taken a page from Riddle's book. But being one of immense beauty (even during a crisis like an apocalypse) while having quite the famous reputation and status works well for keeping the masses at ease. Vil's word is law in the Pomefiore compound. He will not tolerate any mischief, rebellion, or foolishness, and if anyone thinks it's wise to act stupidly without regard to the rest of the compound Vil has no issue casting them out. This is to be a safe, responsible compound and he's the leader. It would be poor etiquette for a leader if he always let things like that slide, so for that reason Vil can seem quite strict and immovable. He only has everyone's best interests in mind, the biggest being survival. You must understand that he's doing what's right for his compound, even if the right thing is achieved at a few lost lives.

The towers in the Pomefiore compound are perfect for analyzing faraway areas with scopes, binoculars, and anything with ranged sight. It's also good for sniping. Rook usually mans one of the towers, taking down anything he deems a threat to the surrounding territory that Pomefiore has claimed as its own. He usually leads a group to hunt and gather, often returning with wondrous success. Epel wants to accompany him on these runs (he always arms himself with his trusty brass knuckles; he's actually quite good at hand-to-hand combat, and he's always improving each time he spars with Vil or Rook), but Vil forbids him from going on these runs. Until Epel can beat him or Rook in a fight, he will stay within the compound and complete other tasks. Epel usually works within the fields and gardens, tending to livestock and crops because he has expertise in doing such things. You will probably join him for these duties if you can't fight, use magic, or hunt as well as the others can.

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Ignihyde is the perfect place to go to during the apocalypse. With the best, high-functioning technology, an abundance of resources, and a power supply that can last for many years to come, it is guaranteed to keep you safe. With STYX's technology and resources, the Ignihyde compound is thriving. It has been built meticulously and methodically; every part of it serves the whole. Walls rise high into the sky, it's enclosed with an indestructible dome to keep avian dangers or bad quality air out (usually putting such oxygen through a filter so that when it enters the compound it is fresh and breathable), the tech systems can create and simulate artificial sunlight, rain from sprinklers, and can even replicate the weather of the four seasons. This is probably the most sci-fi of the compounds. With the help of STYX robots and other technologies, any threats or enemies wanting to prey on the compound won't stand a chance. Any internal threats will be locked away in solitary confinement for further analysis.

Beneath the compound, there is a branch of STYX that conducts research on infected test subjects. Idia and Ortho will oversee the research, but it's Idia who is in charge and has the final say. All of the most intelligent doctors, researchers, and nurses can be found working at this branch. It functions as both a research lab and a hospital. STYX is hard at work to find a cure for the blot infections. Idia's overheard the recent success at the Octavinelle compound (he keeps tabs on every compound and knows more than you'd think), and he knows Azul wouldn't share his findings out of the goodness of his heart. Idia doesn't need his help, though. He has faith in STYX's research. They'll create a cure eventually; it's a process, not a miracle. Logical science always comes through in the end. After all, it's science that has allowed him to build up the compound so that it truly is the most OP compound in all of Twisted Wonderland. Besides, Idia's read, played, and watched his fair share of the apocalypse genre. He's very prepared for this.

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Diasomnia may not be very technologically advanced like the other compounds, but what they lack in tech they make up for in magic. Some of the most powerful mages reside within the Diasomnia compound, with Malleus leading the fray. The concept of an apocalypse is not frightening nor foreign to he and Lilia. They've both lived long enough to have experienced, seen, or heard of things like famine, war, and natural disasters—each feeling like an apocalypse in its own devastating way—so an apocalypse such as this one is not very dreadful to them. They don't fear it in the way a human might, but they will provide protection to those who exist within the compound walls. The brambles that surround the Diasomnia compound's exterior are perfect for getting in the way of any enemies, and those with malicious intent will be promptly stopped by Silver and Sebek, both dedicated guards who have loyally sworn to fight for and protect Malleus. Though Malleus could also just incinerate dangerous people with a flick of his wrist if he was so inclined, commanding scalding, verdant flames to devour flesh and bone until all that remains is ash.

Lilia is very experienced in combat and in the art of war, so he usually trains those who show promise in fighting. He also scopes out the areas beyond the compound to search for supplies, sometimes going by himself and sometimes bringing Silver or Sebek along so that they may learn and train in the moment. Silver is a very rational mage; though he's prone to sleepy spells, he is a dedicated bodyguard who will always do the right, honest thing. If Silver encounters you, he will want to take you back to the compound to help you. Lilia will agree if he's there and happens to see you, a poor, little lamb in need of protection. He thinks you're simply darling. Though he may also have his own covert reasons for allowing Silver to help you. You'll never know what these are because he hides true intentions behind kind smiles and silly humor. If Sebek finds you, you may have to pray that Silver's with him to convince him into bringing you back, or you'll just have to hope he's in a pleasant mood. Sebek will not trust you, even if you appear to be genuine. Even if Malleus has made a good judge of your character, he'll still have lingering doubts. These will be snuffed the more he's reminded that the Malleus has said you aren't a danger and that you are allowed to stay and seek sanctuary with him.

Malleus grows quite attached to you the more he becomes acquainted with you. The apocalypse presents many dangers, but it also instills immense loneliness in him. He has witnessed human suffering; he knows how fragile mortals can be. And yet he knows that, as terrible as an apocalypse is, it has blessed him with one miracle: you. He won't let you out of his sights. In fact, none of the main four will. You'll always be monitored, whether upfront or in secret. If any harm were to befall you, Malleus would simply char the offender to ash on the spot. You are his most prized treasure in this grim world. He can't let you succumb to any dangers.

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Rollo leads his compound fairly and responsibly. The apocalypse just reaffirms the idea that magic is harmful and dangerous and that all mages are bad, so he grows to hate magic even more than he already does. Despite this, he'll still use magic in some instances if need be. For the most part, the compound (which is essentially Noble Bell's campus and the many buildings that comprise it) is very self-sufficient. It has an advantage with the bell tower, as it's tall enough to overlook the ruined City of Flowers and what lies beyond. He'll utilize this structure as a lookout tower.

Despite the fact that he may come off as cold or unapproachable, Rollo won't turn those away from the compound unless he knows they're infected or are dangerous. He expects everyone to view him as a leader worthy of this position, and anyone who tries to go against his word will either be severely gaslit into believing otherwise or are simply never heard from again. Rollo doesn't have time to deal with insignificant pests who want to challenge his authority, so if you wish to be difficult you can take yourself and your difficulties down to the dungeons that reside underground. Punishments and interrogations are usually carried out there, far from any prying eyes so that the peace of the compound won't be disturbed. Rollo oversees everything that happens within cold, concrete walls, and he does not show any mercy to those who are traitors or spies.

Rollo will offer you protection and sanctuary when you find yourself at the compound's gates. So long as you aren't here for nefarious purposes and you aren't infected, he'll welcome you warmly. Rollo actually keeps a watchful eye on newcomers just to ensure they aren't a threat to the society within the compound. He'll give you a tour of the grounds, informing you of where everything is and it's purpose. He wants everyone to feel comfortable here despite the horrors that exist outside, so he'll do what he can to make everyone's stay tolerable. He quickly grows to like you, especially when you offer to help in any way that you can so that you can pay him back for saving you, which means you usually trail after him or deliberately seek him out looking for ways to be useful. Rollo likes that word—saving. He likes the idea of being your savior, of being the only one in this disastrous world who can offer you salvation, and since you claim you want to be useful he can think of plenty of ways you can put yourself to use.

Rollo won't ask for much. In fact, he's very sweet. You might not think so if you see villainous sides of him, but romance is hard to come by in an apocalypse. He'll give you two options: stay with him in the safety of this perfect sanctuary, or throw yourself under a deity's microscope in the outside world and hope that whatever may exist in the clouds above takes pity on your tainted soul. If you know what's best for you, you'll choose him. It's not like he's really giving you much of a choice in this matter anyway.

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Twst and TOH au

Was thinking about this au/ story idea that takes place after book 8 where and it basically the last season of the Owl House as Yuu and freshman group are transported to Earth. In this, Grim is also in the place of King and Yuu is both Luz and Hunter because I cant get the idea of Yuu being possessed by Blot like Hunter. This is also because of the Epic Micky games when Micky absorbs some of the shadow blot and he says "But I'm still me" Implying he can be possessed or something and I just (I have no other words to describe how this makes my brain vibrate so have this meme in these trying times)

Also, this is a good excuse to do more stuff with Yuu's family and have the freshman group react and vice versa.

Now I want to redraw or edit a bunch of Owl House screenshots with twst characters