#Overblot Series

[cup1dt3a]

Welcome to Blotted Wonderland

Summery: What if instead of our Mc transporting into twisted wonderland they transported into Blotted Wonderland. A dark inky land with highly unstable, obsessive, and power hungry men with lots of blood lust. How would it be if we instead the world of Wonderland was everyone they would’ve known but even more twisted? Want to come and find out? I’ll warn you though even the slightest ray of sunshine is eventually consumed by the darkness. So still willing to come adventure into the world of Blots brave one?

You felt horrible. Everything was dark and suffocating. Every sharp breath you took had little and littler oxygen. The lack of oxygen made you dizzy as you tried to stand up in this dark void. Everything was black and eerily quiet. All except your echoing breaths could be heard in the darkness. As you looked around a voice suddenly boomed in the echoing void. noticed a pitch black hand reaching out of the void of darkness.

“ Hmmm….another mortal? How strange I sense no pride, greed, envy, lust, wrath, gluttony, or even sloth. You’re quite a rare soul in this sea of lost souls. Maybe you could guide them back out of the darkness only time shall tell…Take the hand.” The chilling voice demanded as a now inky hand shot up from the floor?

You didn’t know why or what made you take the hand but you did. As soon as you did the hand had swiftly pulled you down dragging you with it into its ink filled home for it to consume you.

You gasped out taking all the oxygen you could into your burning lungs. As you hyperventilated for any amount of air you had to now get your breathing under control before continuing on. Taking a shaky breath as you started to look around the unfamiliar area. It began to look more eerie than the void you were stuck in. It had looked like an abandoned auditorium. Everything was broken and covered in what looked like to be black slime? You paid no mind to it dismissing everything else except wondering where you were.

As you walked towards the broken doors to exit the eerie room a sudden booming growl stopped you in your tracks. You could feel them breathing onto you each tremendous breath felt as if you were in a storm. This would be it for you. Dying in a foreign place and being devoured by whatever monstrous beast was behind you. Trebling in fear you squeezing your eyes shut you felt a scaled texture coil around you with a sudden hissing. The creature lifted you off the ground right in front of its ginormous face. You opened your eyes confused seeing that they hadn’t tried to eat you yet. Was this some sick game it played with its prey before ending their life? As you opened your eyes a cat like face with odd marking and Blue ears of fire looked down upon you. Along with its hissing tail? Was this it for you? All hope had seemed lost until the creature dropped you

The creature backed away from you. They then growled and charged through a broken wall creating an even bigger hole in it. You coughed at the dust flowing into the air. As the dust cleared up you could now see the horrors that would soon await for you.

Soon after seeing how playtime was over with the beast you began wondering around the area in ruins. Everything was just covered in this blotchy black slime? You weren’t sure of what the substance was, but didn’t want to find out. The area looked like an abandoned rich kid school with the broken down fancy look to it. You were soon greeted with creepy statues of what looked to be 7 Disney villains. The queen of hearts, Scar, Ursula, Jafar, The evil queen, Hade’s, and Maleficent. What odd things to have at a school. You brushed it off and soon found yourself in a hallway full of lockers. As you observed the unfamiliar area a sudden crash had you jumping back in fear. Holding your hands over your mouth so no sound could alert whatever that was. Even if it was that cat thing it could still kill you in a split second. As you tried to move farther away from the sounds of what seemed to be fighting eventually you were backed into a locker small enough for you to hide in.

“ YOU DAMED FOOL! NOW WERE EVEN DEEPER SHIT BECAUSE OF YOU!” a man with navy blue hair sneered at his red head rival. “ WOW!THATS RICH COMING FROM THE DELINQUENT!” the red head cackled harshly gripping into the bluenett hands trying to choke him out. The bluenett’s features were a little hard to make out but nothing except the twos glowing eyes stood out to you. The blue one was just as pale as the other guy and what seemed to be the same unknown slime had been marked across them like tattoos. You held your breath knowing that if either of them heard you you’d be as a good as dead. “ KNOCK IT OFF BEFORE WE GET IN EVEN MORE TROUBLE YOU TWO MORONS!” A dark man with wolf ears growled tearing the two from each other by their arms. It seems that as you focused on the two arguing you hadn’t noticed the other three men’s arrival. Each all sharing a different colored glowing eye. The green haired one tsk’d at the three as the rivals started to try beating each other to a pulp again. While the wolf eared man tried breaking their beyond violent fight. A short purple headed boy had been cheering one of them on with a thick country accent. As you had been ever so greatly unnoticed by the violent group. You eventually couldn’t hold your breath so ever so slightly you had wrapped your hand around your mouth. Hoping that it would block the sound of your trembling breaths. It didn’t.

The wolf eared man’s ear twitched as soon as you started breathing. Shouting for everyone to shut up catching all of their attention. The green haired man had also caught onto hearing your now silent breaths but thumping heart beat. The wolf eared man had soon started sniffing the air as he crept closer to the locker you were in. This was it. This was the end of the line for you. Everything you had ever done and your future now is going to be gone. As the dim lighting illuminated their features all their glowing eyes peered down upon you as the wolf was shoved out the way by the two that were just fighting. Both of them jerking you out of the cramped space. ” We’re all seeing this right!? They have no marks or blot on them!” The red head exclaimed treating you as nothing but a rag doll.

“ Holy Shit! Look at their damn eyes too!” The bluenett added on.

” Ugh it’s just a filthy human let’s just get rid of the damn thing!” The green haired man exclaimed.

“ Ok yeah let’s just kill’em! We ain’t gonna fucken kill’em dumbass it’s rare enough for someone in this hellhole to not have overblotted!But the ‘Queen ’might if they see’em.” The shorted male sarcastically rolled his eyes at the taller male.

“ Do you people not know what personal space is by any means?” The wolf growled at the group overcrowding you.

They all backed up as the more responsible one of the group analyzed you still keeping his distance. Only getting closer to sniff you. This was weird. You’d expect them to just kill you now what are they waiting for. The green haired guy is the only one you’re betting everything onto that’ll do the job and get it over with. This mercy of theirs is too good to be true. ” Let’s take them to the leaders. This human might just help us get out of the trouble you two caused!” He snapped glaring directly at them.

Who are their leaders?

Hope you all enjoyed this and that you’re having a good day or that it gets better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3a ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

@simping-on-the-daily I remembered :D

[it-happened-one-fic]

Ink and Magic - The Rose-Red Tyrant

Author Notes: So this is a sort of halfway non canon compliant what if with the overblots and their aftermath. I've been considering, for quite some time now, why the Prefect (reader) gets to see what amounts to the overblot victims memories and hear what seems to be their thoughts regarding said memories. So I guess you could say this is a kind of headcanon for what happens in those moments. This isn't exactly romantic. in fact, I would say it counts as more platonic, but it certainly can be taken as shippy. This will also be a series, though the Diasomnia section won't come out until that entire matter is resolved in game. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for Book 1: The Rose-Red Tyrant!!

[Heartslabyul: You're Here!] [Savanaclaw] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia] [Pomefiore] [Ignihyde] [Diasomnia: To be released]

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fic series/ Can be platonic or romantic/ fluff/ angst/ comfort/ Spoilers for Heartslabul overblot.

Word Count: 2311

The ground was a brutal red. Covered in crushed and bruised rose petals that mixed with dark ink and made everything slippery. 

All I could hear were the screams and shouts from those nearby, but rather than fleeing or continuing to shout directions and warnings until my voice was hoarse, I stood silently. Watching in quiet horror as Riddle stumbled, reeling from the magical attacks he’d just received from his fellow dorm-mates. 

His once soft gray eyes were a violent red and wide open as he stared at me with an expression that spoke of shock. Like his entire world had just come crashing down like a house of cards around him.

He was no longer a form of horror, as the monstrosity behind him collapsed in a flood of ink that spread across the already-soaked ground. 

Instead, Riddle now looked pitiful. Like a lost child. He was trembling all over, but he’d at long last stopped attacking, and I honestly wondered if he’d simply run out of steam.

But as I looked at him, an unexpected sorrow swelled within my heart and caught me off-guard as the young man looked down at his hands, still blackened with ink stains.

Bitter tears began to fill his red eyes, and his previously loud voice wavered as he began to speak, “I…. I was wrong?! But that’s…. Impossible…..” 

His hands came up to cover his eyes and hide the tears that now threatened to roll down his too-pale face.

 He was no longer a creature perfectly fit for nightmares, and my heart seized painfully at his next words. So soft and broken that they were barely audible, “Isn’t it…Mother?”

 With those words, he gave a shudder and stumbled forward, his hands limply falling away from his face, which was now streaked with ink from his stained hands.

This was a Riddle I’d never seen before. One that was completely different from the mature but tyrannical young man I’d met.

 This was a young boy who was lost, broken, and one that I simply couldn’t abandon in this moment.

I didn’t know if it was instinct or something else, but something drove me forwards. Spurring me into running towards the young man, who had begun to collapse forward. 

My feet slid against the inky but tattered rose petals that littered the ground. Evidence of the horror we’d all just witnessed. The other students' voices followed me as they let out alarmed cries. Ace’s voice was perhaps the most prominent as he shouted my name. 

The panic in his voice almost made me want to stop even as my tired legs continued to carry me forward.

In truth, I had only one thought in my mind: that the young man in front of me, Riddle, didn’t need to be alone. 

It was a truth that was whispered to me from within my own mind. Something I knew as a solid fact even though I had no proof.

I barely even knew Riddle. All I knew of him was tyranny.

But I held out my arms, catching the small young man that I now realized was quite frail despite the immense magical power he possessed.

 He clung desperately to my shirt with trembling hands, and a sob tore its way out of him. I could practically feel the cold ink staining my shirt as it seeped through the thin fabric, and we both sank to the ground. 

He was exhausted, with his head drooping towards me like he could no longer stay awake. And as my knees hit the soggy ground, a wave of fatigue washed over me that promised me peace if I would just let it carry me away. 

I faintly heard my name get called yet again, but it sounded far enough away to be in an entirely other world.

Perhaps it was a voice from my world, trying to call me back home.

But even with that thought in mind, I didn’t respond. Instead, I fell into a darkness that consumed me, and I slumped forward. Still holding the small, broken boy close to me. As if that could bring him the peace he seemed to so desperately need.

But I wasn’t meant to slumber peacefully here, and though the deep darkness of what I thought was deep sleep surrounded me, I was not truly resting.

I looked around in confusion, looking for someone else in this deep darkness. After all, it didn’t feel like I was alone. It felt like I was surrounded in a space that was filled with only myself and one other person.

 It was a strange sensation, one that left me feeling out of my depth as I glanced around in confusion. Finding that here, I was no longer exhausted or sore from the events that had just unfolded in Heartslabyul. 

Like a glitch on a television screen, the blackness flickered, and a hazy scene appeared. That reminded me of an old black-and-white movie recording. 

Even the voices were crackly.

“Happy 8th Birthday Riddle….” I frowned slightly and shook my head, wondering what I was seeing. 

I had to be dreaming, but…. Something about this didn’t feel like a dream. It felt more like I was trying to sift through my memories and was instead being faced with wholly unfamiliar images. 

A large woman stood, smiling down at an adorable red-haired boy whose face I immediately recognized with an alarmed jolt. 

Riddle. Without a doubt, that was the very same young man who’d just attacked me, my friends, and the other members of the Heartslabyul dorm in the midst of what I could only describe as a psychotic break.

I stared in a strange mixture of fascination and confusion at the scene before me as a voice that, unlike the others, was perfectly clear began to narrate the scene that lay before me. Riddle’s voice.

It sounded like he was right next to me, but when I turned, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I appeared to be alone. 

Alone, but I was wholly surrounded by the scene of what seemed to be his, Riddle’s, childhood.

 “I’d always wanted to try one of those tarts with the bright red strawberries….”

His voice was as solemn as ever as it calmly explained the thoughts and feelings of the child Riddle, who seemed to star in all of these scenes. But the image before me did not stay peaceful, and I soon came to realize a darker truth about what was unfolding in front of me.

I listened and watched with mounting horror as memories from Riddle’s childhood, barren of playing and fun, played in front of me like a film. Every bit of it was narrated by a numb-sounding Riddle himself.

My eyes went wide as a young, brightly smiling Trey flashed in front of me. He was accompanied by another boy, whom I soon realized was that cat-like fellow I’d met in the Heartslabyul maze. Chenya, I believed his name was.

It was then, right after their appearance, that everything truly began to snowball out of control. 

Tiny Riddle finally got to experience the joys of childhood, only to be caught by his mother, who enforced even more rigorous rules on him. And it was painful to see the small child, who would someday become the young man I’d met not too long ago, weep as he was denied some of the most basic aspects of childhood.

I was beyond enraged on behalf of the small child in front of me. But what made it worse was Riddle’s voice, which was still narrating each scene even though tears were slowly beginning to choke off his voice, “But Mom… Why? Why does my heart hurt so much?”

I covered my mouth, as if that could somehow help me cope, as I listened to the young man whom I could hear crying, but I couldn’t see nor comfort.

The scene in front of me slowly faded to black, leaving me only with Riddle’s voice, begging for an explanation as I turned, searching for him in vain. But he was invisible, in this darkness, as he pleaded for an answer to his questions, “Tell me, Mom, please….. What rule do I need to follow to make this pain go away?”

I closed my eyes, shaking my head as if that could somehow help me figure out what to do, and then, like flipping a switch, it all stopped.

I opened my eyes wearily, only to find I’d been crying silently as I‘d held Riddle close to my chest. My cheeks were even still wet, judging from how cold the breeze was on my face.

Riddle himself was still asleep. His expression slowly relaxed from an upset that matched his tear-choked voice, which I’d just been listening to, to a more peaceful one that suited him far better. 

And it was a relief to see him relax after having seen what I’d just witnessed in whatever that dream was.

 One of his hands was still fisted in my shirt as he clung to me like a small child, causing me to smile slightly even as I shifted to better examine him. I froze mid-motion as I heard a sharp inhale from just next to me. It was then that I realized that both me and Riddle were not, in fact, being supported by one another.

Instead, it was the young man who knelt next to us who held us upright with his arms wrapped securely around the two of us in a sort of embrace.

I looked over and made eye contact with warm, honey-colored eyes that stared at me, relief sweeping through them as I managed to croak out the man’s name, “Trey.”

He let out an exhale, a relieved smile appearing on his face as his grip on my arm tightened ever so slightly, almost like he was trying to reassure himself that I really was present and that all was well.

“Thank goodness. You’re back,” His voice was soft, more of a breath than anything, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he meant by ‘back’. 

But I didn’t get to ask, and he didn’t get to continue since I heard three familiar voices both yell the same name at the same time.

“Y/N!” 

I half turned, finding I was still exhausted and slumping against Trey a bit more as I spotted Ace and Deuce both staring at me in wide-eyed relief before they both took off as Cater, who was right behind them, was still turning to look at me. 

The two boys' feet dug into the still-inky ground as they darted towards where I knelt with Trey and Riddle. 

Deuce reached us first, hitting his knees and grasping my arms as he scanned me for injury, “Are you alright?”

His voice was trembling as he questioned me, looking up at me with wide, panicked eyes. His expression was mirrored by Ace, who was desperately asking me what had happened while Cater appeared behind them. Carefully scanning both me and Riddle.

“Hey, hey. You’re crowding them. They only just came too,” Trey’s grip on me shifted in an almost protective fashion as he spoke, and I realized I was still relying heavily on him for support.

Crowley walked up far more slowly than the others, his eyes on me and a frown on his face as he began to open his mouth to say something. 

But before he could speak, one of Riddle’s hands, which had been gripping my arm this entire time, tightened slightly, and he made a mumbling sound.

All eyes darted to the young man, who slowly opened his eyes, once more a soft grey not unlike that of a dove’s feathers, with a groan. 

He looked up, making eye contact with me before looking at Trey and then back at me. 

Cater was saying something to both of us, but I'd tuned it out almost completely as I scanned the boy for any injuries. 

Riddle continued to look up at me with hazy eyes as I carefully scanned his small form, frowning as I noted exactly how exhausted he still looked. 

After a brief moment, though, he pulled away from both me and Trey. Distancing himself as his eyes slowly cleared and the gravity of the entire situation sank in.

From there, the situation devolved fairly quickly, with numerous questions being asked and reconciliations being made. Trey swept in towards the end of things, with Cater by his side like two concerned parents. Demanding that me and Riddle both go to the infirmary for a checkup.

It wasn’t until we were alone in that cold room filled with cots that Riddle made eye contact with me once more, “My… memories. You saw them, didn’t you?”

I was silent for a moment as I recalled those strange scenes in flickering black-and-white before I at last nodded, “Yes, I don’t know what caused it but…. Yes, I believe I did…. I heard you too.”

He nodded, falling silent as we waited for the nurse to enter and give us a clean bill of health. After a few moments, he met my gaze again, “I think we…. Connected for a moment there. I don’t know how, but you saw my memories and heard my thoughts. And I… I felt you there.”

I watched him quietly, not sure of what to say as he fell silent. But I couldn’t blame him. I too wouldn’t know what to say or think if some had seen my memories.

After a moment, though, he looked over at me with a troubled expression before he spoke  quietly, “If I were you, I would tell the Headmaster about this.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say since something told me neither of us knew what this meant for me or him.

[ladyazurith]

So I have a fic that I've never been able to write because every time I've tried, I can't get it started in a satisfactory fashion. It's pretty much inspired by the music from Tangled: The Series because that series has music that has no right to be that good.

The premise heavily depends on the backstory HC I have for Cater. A short synopsis is that Cater finds out from Jamil, that Kalim only joined the Light Music Club, and befriended him because his father told him to.

For the record, Kalim did nothing Malicious here. He took his father's recommendation and found out that Cater and Lilia were cool people and he liked hanging out with them. So while he *met* him because of his father's suggestion, he didn't actually befriend him for this reason. Other than like one AU I've written and when he got possessed at Halloween I don't think Kalim would ever actually do something to hurt someone like that.

He also finds out that the reason Lilia joined the Light Music Club and why Malleus avoids him is because they figured out his family ancestry (something Cater doesn't even know) and thought he was a threat to Malleus at first. Again like Kalim, Liliia found out that Cater wasn't a threat, didn't realize that he was anything but human, and actually a pretty chill guy and fun to hang out with. But Malleus still avoided him to be safe.

There is a lot of explanation of what exactly my HC background for Cater is, and I should probably make a post about that, but not here! The basics are Cater's father is super rich, and his mother is descended from Fae royalty that everyone thinks is wiped out. And he has a really bad relationship with his family and feels like an outcast/not really part of them. Anyway back on track!

Specifically the songs I have in mind are: (All the songs ignore the actual romantic interest, I've given them to who I feel fits the role properly)

Everything I Thought I Knew: Cater discovering everything and finding out about his ancestral family and everything else that's happened.

Cater: Eugene

Ready as I'll Ever Be: (Of course, this song is overused but still good) Cater breaking down, feeling hurt, I know the idea that Cater could kidnap MALLEUS is a stretch but I'm going to say Iron was involved somehow -_- (things I'm still working through/reasons it's not written yet XD)

Cater: Varian

Malleus: The Queen

Silver: Cassandra

Lilia: Cassandra's adoptive father

Sebek: Eugene

Yuu: Rapunzel (I don't have a really good counterpart for her Father, I'd say Crowley, but he's useless and I don't like making him competent and caring)

Waiting In the Wings: (Because I feel like this song was practically written for Vil) Not sure how well it would work overall in the fic, but I'm going over Tangled music so I have to include it

Vil: Cassandra

Crossing the Line: I've always seen Riddle and Cater's relationship as something that Riddle cherishes, he takes Cater at face value, and really respects him. Cater on the other hand having always hidden his real self still views the friendship as one of the shallow ones he'd see fade away. See's himself *below* Riddle. Riddle has no idea how much Cater's hurting. I think it would be very hard on him.

Riddle: Rapunzel

Cater: Cassandra

Nothing Left to Loose: This is a big one for me. I've had this one in my head so much. I really want to do something with this scene even if I don't write the rest of the fic.

I've always envisioned it with Vil and Cater, Cater on the verge of Overblot, and Vil who's been through it before trying to talk him down.

Especially with the "Cass trust me becoming the villain isn't the answer." "That's what you think I am?" and the exchange with "Not like you, you lost your nerve, you lost the game, but you and I we're not the same, I'm not lost this fate was mine to choose"

There just seems to be power there and emotional potential.

Maybe I can polish it up and finally get it written when I finish one of my other long form fics, because I can almost guarantee this would be a very long one.

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

OB!Idia: stop trying to kill me!

Yuu: (holding an angry Grim) never!

[captainjacklyn]

Idia Shroud Series PART 1 :

A/N : reader for this series is female (I originally wanted it to be gender neutral but I don't like to imagine men giving birth so- I'm really sorry), this is an apology series due to my tardiness with the dragon!yuu fic. I hope you enjoy this first part because more is to come soon.

[Name] [L/N] is a victim of a severe case of overblot, this unfortunate event had been inflicted onto her when she was still very young. After the worst had stopped, she was sent to S.T.Y.X to recover. However, the blot created by an unknown source of magic had accumulated itself into her vital organs including, her heart. This created a black tumor in the center of her chest, vein-like black stripes on her arms and legs. The white sclera of her [E/C] eyes became as dark as night, giving them a monstrous gaze despite her gentle nature.

After countless surgeries and operations, the S.T.Y.X foundation’s best scientists were able to put her blot in a stable state.

Ever since that day, she has never once left the Island of Woe. Being considered far too dangerous/unstable for a ‘normal’ life in society. Or at least it was what she was told. Her so called parents never even bothered to visit their child, they were far too 'busy' to visit a monster.

If her life could be laid out on a schedule, then all there could be is examinations and surgeries to improve her health, she was also provided with education here and there but...that was it. The tumor of blot found in the center of her chest were to be removed, [name] would die. The use of magic for her was fatal as it would burn her life even quicker than it was already fading...

“The results have gotten a lot clearer since the last test run ! We’ll finally be able to stabilize her condition for president Shroud.” One of the staff members spoke through the glass room you were sitting in, everything was blindingly white, quiet and cold. The only noise that could be heard were the beeping of your heart monitor, the sound of your slow breathing and the muffled speech of the doctors.

Eyes closed, you patiently listened to every piece of information you could hear. They never realized, but you could hear everything they were saying. Most of their jobs were to keep you calm and away from a possible dysfunction which included the many causes of overblotting : great emotional stress, like despair, fear and doubt.

Following your arrival in this, in a way ‘hospital’, the cases of dysfunction were small but never zero as you were one to cause most of these calamitous incidents. One trigger…And the lab you had your stay in would be destroyed in an instant. 

81 examinations, 67 surgeries and 9 years have passed since your arrival. Regardless of your condition, this ‘shroud’ has been one of the many names you’ve heard but the one that was used rather frequently.

‘For president Shroud ?’, ‘tell president shroud’, ‘the shroud family’, on and on this name was repeatedly said by the staff. Though it strangely never made you sick nor did it bother you, instead, you were curious.

Who was this person ? Or who were they ?

You slowly opened your eyes, once a random staff member immediately noticed and alerted the rest of them. “[L/N] has woken up ! everyone at your post at once, her mood must not be disturbed.”

Mmh…It wasn't like you were able to destroy the place this time anyway..they learn quickly when it comes to catastrophes... 

“It has been 4 years since her last malfunction, sir. I doubt her behavior is any different than before.” A lady’s voice resonated to your right side.

“We can never be too careful…she's practically inhuman at this point, the fact that her choice of action has always been unpredictable, it makes the situation twice as dangerous…” Another man responded to the women's statement almost instantly. 

"Although I ignore why his parents chose her of all people, but despite all of our doubts we must stabilizes [L/N] as soon as possible."

“Afterall, they are to become the bride of our future commander. Idia shroud.”

Part 2 can be found here and part 3 on its way.

[tixdixl]

Overblot Emil

I was originally going to fully render this, but I decided to just keep this as a flat ref for me to use. That said though, I wanna take some time and ramble about this character design because I spent so much time on this and wanted to incorporate so many little references and things into it.

Let's start with the obvious:

The overall garment design is drawn from Mother Gothel as seen in Tangled.

The Sun on the waist corset/belt thing is absolutely a reference to the sun insigna from Tangled .

You would assume because TWST is a Disney property that I would only pull from that rendition, but TWST has shown to pull from multiple adaptations or aspects of the tales they used. So I wanted to do the same with my depiction of Dame Gothel. As such, the blot and ink specifically on the arms, face, boots and cloak? All of them are supposed to look like roots, calling back to the Grim's version most people know. The idea I had in mind is that Emil's inner turmoils have become uprooted and exposed as a result of someone stealing something of his (oc plot related stuff to be revealed eventually). So I felt that a call back to the original tale would be incredibly symbolic of this.

Some of the design elements were taken from the 1980s original cast designs of Into the Woods, with additional references in the form of the bean appliques on his boots; the lace and mesh on his face and belt that are designed to look like gates and brambles- inspired by the scene where Gothel forces Rapunzel's prince to go blind both in the OG and in Into the Woods; and the eye motif on the belt to represent how Gothel helped the MCs fight the giants. And the big reason why eyes is for both the prince and the giants, they end up going blind.

I've never been the best at character design, but I felt really proud of myself for all of those little references all coming together cohesively in this piece. I thought you all might also like it, so I thought I would share.

[rosedere]

you write soft yandere so well omfg. still scary and creepy but also somehow cute. fuck i loved the mushroom fae idea 😭😭

Ah thank youuuuu I was too scared it’d be too soft for Mr Jade leech but you can’t tell me he’d be the most “hi I’m cute but I’m secretly a gREMLIN” kind of fae!

Like omggg referring back to that book I was talking about on the AO3 version but Paranormal hunter darling stuck with annoying Reth fairy because you gave him ur name and now he’s bonded to you forever and keeps trying to take you back to his realm to fill you with his magic essences (dw he isn’t being dirty the fae in the book series fill the mc with their magic bc she’s like this lost paranormal entity that was lost by the fae and the main evil lil fairy is like WIFEYYYY)

[catacropolis]

Adding to the fan art series

[curatoroffiction]

HII CONGRATS ON YOUR 350 FOLLOWERS THING! Not sure if you do requests for your existing fics but I'm gonna take a chance. Anyways this is a request for the déjà vu fic! In chapter 13, I remember that MC almost overblots while they’re talking to the brothers in court…soo can I request an alternate scene where MC actually does overblot? (and then the brothers or maybe even Lilith makes them snap out of it)

Oh this is a super fun one. Prepare for multiple pages, because this is an alternate timeline I've thought a lot about. The main reason MC didn't overblot in this chapter was because they hadn't formed deep enough relationships with the brothers for them to be able to help save them from themself. If I HAD gone through with the overblot, this is what that would have looked like by that chapter. For any readers who stumble across this who haven't read my Deja Vu fic, here it is; link This piece will be a re-write of a scene I wrote in chapter 13 of that fic.

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Deja Vu Alternative Overblot Scene Part 1

You slowly stand up, and you motion to Lord Diavolo. "I did what you asked. Your turn to hold up your end of the bargain. Set him free."

Seeing as you didn't acknowledge his apology, Belphegor looks to Lucifer, who reaches a hand to him through the bars. He gives Belphegor's hand a reassuring squeeze. Mammon gripes loudly to you that if they could forgive you for hurting them, you could forgive Belphegor for hurting you, which earns him a smack from Satan. You pause, and you sigh. You're tired of holding it all in. If they get to let loose, so do you. "I'm just... really tired.. y'know?" Your hands tighten into fists as you glare at the floor in front of you. You've turned away from the group, and all eyes are on you as you speak. "Do you know how many times.. I've been the one stuck to solve a problem WAY outside my skillset..?" Your eyes harden as you feel it bubbling inside. The anger, the resentment, the exhaustion. God, you've been so exhausted... "Every corner, it's a threat at my throat." You reach up to quietly touch the marks around your neck, which causes Belphegor to feel incredibly guilty. "My food.. my housing.. my life.. I've been fighting to survive since I got here.." A dark energy bubbles up around the edges of your form. Belphegor's eyes widen as he watches, helpless to stop it. "I've been fighting for my life long before I got here, but god! I'm so fucking tired of it! Of battles that scar me and leave me wondering if the next one will finally do me in!" You laugh. A laugh that causes everyone's stomachs to drop. The brothers who've created pacts with you can't feel a hint of their sins off of you. You envy nothing. Not a single thing could strike your greed. You're not even wrathful. You lust for nothing, pleasure long-since having been abandoned in your survival plan. There is no hunger in you as your body is engulfed by the ink. There is only the grief of the person you once were. The grief of the person you wanted to be. Your body is overtaken by the ink as you laugh a bitter, lifeless laugh. Cynical. Belphegor shouts "They're overblotting, someone needs to help them come down from it!" his hands clutching at the bars- Only for a tendril of ink to lash out and splatter across the bars- Wings.. as inky and dark as an oil slick, begin to fill the hallway. Everyone's stifled. Barbatos sucks a breath in, cursing silently. It's the one outcome he couldn't prevent. The one outcome that relied on you being able to bear the weight of the stress. The one thing he didn't know HOW to save you from. You tear through the hallway, leaving everyone behind. Belphegor cusses loudly; "If you don't snap them out of it, they'll die!" The brothers tear off after you, Lucifer lingering with his youngest brother at the bars, looking at the ink that drips down over the metal. ".. Are you going to be okay?" "I won't be if they die because of me." Lucifer nods. He knows what he has to do. --- [___ is overblotting? Belphegor knows more about it. Help.] He sends a text directly to a new chat made with Solomon, Simeon, and Luke. [What?? Where are you? What caused this??] Solomon, who had no idea you even HAD magic, moves to start getting ready. He knows how dangerous this can be. [Castle. ___'s tearing through the halls. We'll try to keep them here if that's best for you to get to them. I don't think we can stop them.] [What's an overblot?] Luke asks, nervous. This sounds serious. [It's when a human's magic overcomes them through exhaustion or negative emotions. Sometimes both.] Solomon's already tearing out of the Hall of Purgatory. He sees Simeon on his way out, who hasn't even seen the texts and tells him to come along. [I'm coming with you Solomon! ___ needs our help!] [We'll be there soon, Lucifer. Keep them there. Keep them alive. Don't let them expend too much magic.] ----- Part 2: link  [Sorry about the formatting issues lmaoo]

[cup1dt3a]

The Mirror

Summary: after being introduced to each and everyone of them they decided to bring you to the mirror. For the judgment of what happens to you lies there. Hopefully it’s good or else it’s the end of the line. You’re already in too deep so there’s no other option at this point is there? Well then come along now with me into this twisted world~.

They had all started to introduce themselves in their own horrific way. Each and everyone of the leaders introductions had been followed by a threat. Showing that they wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if necessary. The group that had brought you here had done the same. All of them except Malleus for his introduction had seemed more friendly than the other mens. It was a bit odd to you. You stared at them while thoughts had been overwhelming every sense you had. First of all , how are you going to help beings more powerful than you out of this eerie place. Secondly what’s with the furries and tentacles. After that cat beast had attracked you you had already begun to believe in the magic that they speak of. But the way they’re all saying your their ticket to freedom sounds a bit too untrue. There has to be just some catch to it like sacrificing, rituals, decapitation, etc. And there sadly was.

“Now now gentlemen let’s not get our hopes up once again. Remember the last few who we thought were our chances to freedom?” Malleus stated.

“ Yes yes! But! They seem to be different from the others. They’re the first one that hasn’t even tried to run away yet or scream.” Azul replied.

You hadn’t run away because there was no logical reason that would have you escape them without dying on the spot. And because your too scared to scream out at all.

“True…where did the five of you find them?” Vil asked the group.

“ In the old hallway crammed into a locker.” One of them replied.

“ Hmmm…quite odd the last one we found in a locker we had killed…it’d be such a shame to have this beauty die. So don’t disappoint us.” He smiled with a sickeningly sweet tone making you want to puke as you nodded gulping.

Of course they killed them. Of course what were you expecting them to just go “ oh well then sorry here’s a hug.” These mother fuckers probably think of hugging as a chokehold. But alas you were now in this horrible situation let’s just hope whatever the reason that person was killed you didn’t make the same mistake.

“ Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s go on with this shall we?” Malleus stood up as his dark form descended down the stairs.

“ Oh and if we actually do keep them around you five will guard them got it?” Riddle told the group as they all had a sour look on their face giving a nod to him.

The five of them crowded beside and behind you as they had brought you to the “Mirror Chamber”. The seven leaders had instructed them to take them there and that they’ll be watching. You weren’t sure how but that wasn’t your biggest problem right now. For the five of them had shown their violent tendencies not too long ago and what if they took it out on you if you didn’t make the cut? What if they just give you a taste of what will happen or-

“ So please for the love of the great seven tell me you don’t complain a lot!” Ace groaned.

“ Ace! That’s rude plus they seem to not even talk a lot.” Deuce declared as you snickered in the back of your mind how your friends would disagree.

You already missed them so much.

“ Shut it you two we don’t even know if they’ll be sticking around yet!” Sebek snapped at the two.

“ Well if they do I just want to express how much I hate whining bitches!” He stated.

“ Oh? So you hate yourself then?” Epel smirked as the red head growled at him.

“ Will you all ever knock it off!? I want to just get this over with already!” Jack snarled at them making their bickering stop. You silently thanked him as their bickering was already giving you a migraine. But your anxious thoughts still continued to scream at you and the thoughts of what your family may be thinking. Your friends and anyone you cherished probably think you’re dead or have been kidnapped by now. Death almost doesn’t sound too bad. If it meant you’ll not have to deal with these creeps anymore. Epels joke was funny but still lowering your guard down on any of them could go horribly wrong. “ Will you all ever knock it off!? I want to just get this over with already!” Jack snarled at them making their bickering stop. You silently thanked him as their bickering was already giving you a migraine. But your anxious thoughts still continued to scream at you and the thoughts of what your family may be thinking. Your friends and anyone you cherished probably think you’re dead or have been kidnapped by now. Death almost doesn’t sound too bad. If it meant you’ll not have to deal with these creeps anymore. Epels joke was funny but still lowering your guard down on any of them could go horribly wrong.

They had brought you to the same eerie and decaying place you met that beast. But there was now a small three step stair case and a large mirror. The mirror was dripping with the same substance each of them had on them.

Ace then came up and harshly banged on the large glass with tiny cracks. While the others protested to his actions he brushed them off.

“ Oh hush In trying to get this thing on!” He growled as an annoyed looking mask face suddenly appeared throwing the ginger off of the mirror.

“Disgraceful actions from such a brat!” Their deep voice boomed from the mirror as you looked in shock. Wondering what the hell they wanted you to do. ” Ow! I’m not a brat… Well then whatever’s your name go up to them and say your name.” He grimaced rubbing his back from the impact of the blow. You felt as if you couldn’t move almost frozen in place.

“ Awww poor things scared.” Epel mocked.

“ Tch! Pathetic do we have to drag you up there?” Deuce harshly spat.

Suddenly grabbing your wrist he dragged you up the stairs slinging you down onto them as he crouched above you. Peering down onto your shaking figure he chuckles at you before saying” If you are this so called chosen one you won’t last a day here. So now just state your full name and don’t start to Fucking cry got it?”

You hastily nod your head before he walked off getting off of the decaying ground. As you tried to state your name the mirror boomed out with the same thing they have all been telling you to say. Finally as you did you could feel every bone in your body rattling with fear.

“ Hmmm…. Quite an odd soul. I’ve never sensed such a pure presence before. So pure yet so easily corrupted…Perhaps you could guide them all?” It boomed.

“ Well then…I guess you’re stuck with us now!” Ace cackled as you just stared at the mirror in despair.

“ Well then looks like we finally got lucky!”

Hello and hope you all enjoyed! Two post in one day I’m on a roll!!

Hope you all have a good day/ Hope that it gets better!

Sincerely-CupidTea🍵

@simping-on-the-daily I got you some more food eat up <3

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: Welcome to NRC, have a look around

MC: Anything that brain of yours can think of can be found

MC: We've got handsome housewardens, some good, and just worse

MC: If none of it's of interest to you, you'd be the first~

MC: Welcome to NRC, come and take a seat

MC: Would you like to see the news about the overblot this week?

MC: There's no need to panic, this isn't a test, haha

MC: Just nod or shake your head, and WE'LL DO THE REST.

MC: Welcome to NRC, what would you prefer?

MC: Would you like to fight your dorm leader or curse the principal?

MC: Be happy, be traumatized, be bursting with RAGE!

MC: We got a million different ways to enrage!

MC: Could I interest you in everything all of the time?

MC: A little bit of everything, all of the time~

MC: Apathy's a tragedy and boredom is a crime~

MC: Anything and everything, all of the time

MC: Could I interest you in everything all of the time?

MC: A little bit of everything, all of the time

MC: The therapist doesn't wander, they don't have the ti~me

MC: A series of overblots, all of the time~!

The housewardens: ...

The teachers: ...

Crowley: ...

Ace: Yo...

Epel: That's quite catchy.

Jack: And everything in it is true.

Deuce: And they wrote that parody in 15 minutes?

Crowley: Prefect, in my office now.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Ink and Magic - The Beautiful Oppressor

Author Notes: Part 5 of this sort of halfway non canon compliant what if with the overblots and their aftermath! A lot of what I said for part 1 counts for this section too. This isn't exactly romantic. in fact, I would say it counts as more platonic, but it certainly can be taken as shippy. This will also be a series, though the Diasomnia section won't come out until that entire matter is resolved in game. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for Book 5: Beautiful Oppressor!

[Heartslabyul] [Savanaclaw] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia] [Pomefiore: You're Here!] [Ignihyde] [Diasomnia: to be released!]

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fic series/ Can be platonic or romantic/ fluff/ angst/ comfort/ Spoilers for Pomefiore overblot.

Word count: 2045

The glossy ink slowly slid across the ground, reflecting the toxic green fog that Vil had created and making for a truly gruesome pairing that promised pain should one linger here too long.

But then, in the middle of all that hideousness, stood Vil. Crowned with a halo of gold feathers, from which hung a black veil, and dressed in dark robes that faded from a brilliant purple that spoke of royalty to a dark black, dotted with golden stars. 

The cloth draped around him in a way that, despite its tattered seams, spoke of the very elegance that Vil always carried and held himself with.

 Over the young man loomed the blot monster that reminded me of an old hag. The monster let out a raspy, howling scream as Deuce’s signature spell slammed into it, obliterating it almost immediately in a shower of black ink that rained over the stage in dark cloud.

Deuce stumbled, letting out a grin as he saw the poisonous fog begin to dissipate before he froze, staring at the end of Vil’s overblot.

The young man, who up until now had stood tall, snuck to his knees. Rich cloth puddling around him as he trembled, staring at his gloved hands that were tipped with golden claws that slowly began to fade from existence,  “I will be…”

He looked up as the violet flame that had been over his left eye vanished and his amethyst gaze found my wide-eyed, heartbroken stare, “The fairest….” 

His eyelids began to flutter, threatening close as he wavered, swaying and catching himself with wobbly arms that would not and could not support the weight of his weary form for long.

I scrambled to my feet, skidding slightly as I took off from a crouch, and desperately rushed towards Vil as he breathed out his final words, his eyes flickering shut in a way that somehow only made me more desperate to reach him as I raced past Deuce and barely caught Vil’s final whisper, “Of them all…”

Rook shouted my name, his voice raw with fearful concern, and I could hear Epel shouting angrily at Jamil to let him go so that he could stop me as my knees hit the ground hard.

I almost hissed at the stinging sensation of the cracked wood splintering against my knees and legs, but I still wrapped my arms around Vil’s slumped form. Catching him before he fell completely against what remained of the once grand stage.

Gone were the decadent clothes that had revealed his status as overblotted. He had returned to the Pomefiore housewarden, who’d been staying at Ramshackle dorm with the rest of the NRC Tribe for the past few weeks and who’d been striving this entire time to be his very best until he broke at the last second. 

Exhaustion swept over me in a wave as I grasped his limp form, and I swayed as I strained to stay awake before I exhaled, surrendering to the overwhelming fatigue that washed over me as I fell sideways against the stage. Still holding Vil tightly in my arms as the world went dark.

But the world did not remain dark long before I was greeted with an image. The first of many as I now knew. 

This first scene that greeted me was that of an unfamiliar living room through which a young Vil ran, hurrying over to an adult man and holding up a paper excitedly as he spoke.

 “Dad, listen to this! I passed the audition! I’m going to be in a musical school drama!”

The child’s eyes were bright, glistening in a way that reminded me of jewels as he was congratulated. But then his face fell once his father asked what role he’d gotten.

The star’s rival. Another mean villain, as he put it.

Almost immediately, I recalled the phone call Vil had gotten that day at Ramshackle dorm and how frustrated he’d seemed at being offered the role of a villain.

It seemed that his plight of being typecast was nothing new. Though I couldn’t understand why he was always typecast as a villain.

The child before me was the perfect picture of a young prince, so full of life and possibility, just like how Vil as I knew him looked like a flawless male lead, ready to sweep a princess off her feet the very instant she needed him.

I watched in silence as Vil’s father comforted his son, a smile on the man’s face as he rubbed his son’s head.

“Sometimes productions are more selective about their villain casting than their hero casting. You should be proud.”

A smile appeared on the child-version of Vil’s face as he nodded just as the image faded out. 

“But...villains never stay on stage for the whole play. Once their role is finished, all they do is watch from the shadows as the happy ending plays out. What I want is to stay on the stage longer than anyone else.”

I tensed as Vil’s familiar voice came from somewhere beside me even though, just as with the others, I could not see him in the darkness that surrounded us.

I could listen to him, though.

So that was what I did. I listened to Vil’s narration and watched the memories that slowly told me the story of Vil’s life. His rise to fame and how he was always entrapped by the role of the villain. 

What initially seemed like something unfortunate began to worsen as others began to judge him for his roles.

“Hey, look! That’s the guy who was bullying the hero on the TV show last night!”

“How can anyone be so mean? He must be pretty messed up.”

I frowned as the scene played out right in front of me but left me unable to step in and help the child I knew would become a powerful young mage.

I felt myself smile, almost smugly, when a young Jack stepped in to ward off the bullies. Even if Vil told him it wasn’t necessary, I knew it was the beginning of a friendship between these two.

But I couldn’t help but wonder how often such things had been said about Vil? 

It wasn’t hard to figure out how many children perceived him solely based on his acting roles.

He always played the villain, so he must be horrible, right? It was obvious that was what they thought. Especially since I’d heard more mature versions of the exact same thought at NRC, though I had never realized exactly how harmful they could be. Not until now. But as I watched Vil’s life continue to play out in front of me like a tragedy from the theater, it got steadily worse.

Any praise that Vil received was always met with someone else who had something else to say and took that praise and muddied it. 

And it only became worse as Neige came onto the scene, giving the people someone to compare Vil to.

“Neige is just incredible. That friendly charm and wholesome vibe comes naturally to him.”

“Vil is pretty impressive as the villain, himself. He carries himself with real dignity. You’d never guess he was only twelve years old. He’s gonna be the hero one of these days.”

“The thing about Vil is, he’s TOO perfect. His beauty is otherworldly. Vil is too special to play the part of a regular teen that viewers can relate to. Without that relatability, I don’t think he’ll ever pull off playing a hero.”

Too perfect. Too special. Unrelatable. I couldn’t help but frown at the way the people described him. 

It was bad enough that they had literally just said he could never have the lead role, no matter how talented he was. But special… I’d never realized what a condemning word it could be until I’d come to this school and become ‘special’ myself.

Special meant you weren’t like others, and it meant others would always look at you differently. Special meant that no matter how many people you befriended, you’d always stand slightly apart in a lonely beam of a spotlight reserved for those deemed ‘special.’

And unrelatable? That was just cruel. Saying people couldn’t relate to him was all but saying he wouldn’t ever find someone he could truly be friends with. They might as well have said that no one would ever understand him, so no one would ever side with him. And if no one sides with you… Well, of course you’re the villain. Because for better or worse, the majority usually wins, and the winner is always the hero because that is how history will portray it. 

I grimaced as the world went black around me, leaving me with just Vil’s now frustrated voice that cracked with emotion that he normally kept controlled. 

“Why? Why is it never me?! All I want is to stay on the stage until the end of the show.”

To stay on stage until the end of the show…. To be the hero that people love and relate to…

To not be singled out as special and put in a special slot. To not bear the weight of being ‘special’ amongst others your age.

I opened my eyes to find that I’d curled almost protectively around Vil, cradling him to me just as I had the others when no one interfered.

“Y/n?” Epel’s voice wavered just from behind me, and I slowly relaxed my hold on Vil without fully releasing him as I attempted to roll over, only to be held in place by the actor who clung to me. But even then, I could see the others.

Our friends were all around us, kneeling with expressions of shared concern. Proof that even despite what others had said, Vil had worked hard and found friends who didn’t deem him as just ‘special.’

Ace sighed, shaking his head slightly, “We already explained it all to Rook and Epel, but…. You did it again, didn't you?”

I nodded, still feeling worn out, as I swallowed thickly and pasted a tired smile onto my face that had Ace shaking his head at me. His expression one of fond exasperation.

“How are you feeling? Is the poison still affecting you?” Jamil’s voice came from just above my head. 

I tilted my head in an attempt to look at him, eliciting a chuckle from the young man whose hand reached out and pressed against my head, gently stopping me as he spoke, “Don’t bother; just wait until Vil wakes up. You know you won’t be able to move until then.”

About that time, I saw Rook from my peripheral lean down, the worry on his face clear as he quietly spoke to Vil’s sleeping form, “Vil… Oh, fair Vil. Please wake up.”

There was a quiet groan, and Vil’s grasp on me tightened ever so slightly as he pressed himself closer to me before he at last relaxed and opened his eyes, looking at me with a gaze that was still hazy from everything that had just happened.

He blinked a few times, his eyes slowly clearing, before looking around in confusion as he slowly released me with a frown on his face, “How am I…?”

He didn’t get to finish the question as both Rook and Kalim launched themselves at him, landing on either side of us so that they could tightly embrace the young man.

I smiled at their exuberance, which at first seemed to confuse Vil before his memories slowly came trickling back in and he looked towards me.

I gazed back at him as his eyes widened with realization, “You….. Did you…?”

I hesitantly nodded, rubbing my arm slightly and letting Jamil step in with an explanation as Deuce wrapped an arm around me to help me to my feet, “Yes, they saw your memories and heard your thoughts. They’ve done that with every single person who has overblotted, including myself.”

Jamil paused, looking my way before frowning, and continuing, “We don’t know why or how they do it, but….”

He trailed off and I shrugged, “Let’s talk about it later….” I glanced around the ruined stage I’d been stretched out on this entire time and frowned, “We’ve got bigger issues anyway.”

[shiny-jr]

Hi! I noticed that your requests were open and I love the way you write Malleus so I was hoping you would do yandere malleus x reader. where the reader knows twisted wonderland is a game (but not imposter au pls) and after they got isekia'd are trying to stop the overblots from happening and malleus is just terrified for them. Idk just an idea I've had for awhile but never found a fanfic like lol. Obviously it's totally fine if you don't want to do it or if I accidentally broke a rule. Anyway remember to drink some water and take a break if needed! Have a amazing rest of your day/night!!

Warning: Yandere (not really, not at all). Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Malleus Draconia.

Summary: MC sees affection meters and it's not good.

Note: These are mainly thoughts and random words my mind spewed out.  

How did one claim victory at a game? Well, it entirely depended on the game, the mechanics and the options. It should've been impossible to lose a mobile game that was primarily composed of the gacha mechanism and visual novels.

When you suddenly found yourself in the series of twisted villains in a prestigious school of magic, you found that it was much more complex than it appeared on screen. Especially when only you could see these small bars occasionally floating above people's heads. Bars which you recognized as affection meters, nearly all of them stagnant at a dull gray 0% when you first arrived. This was the hurdle blocking your way to an easy victory. Because how else were you to escape the game, other than complete it?

Situations became messier, when you didn't have a dialogue options between two mere choices. Add making good impressions and keeping a character's favor, to the list of quests alongside avoiding death by inky overblotted characters. By some miracle, you had increased the affection of the characters you met and interacted with to a healthy 5% or 10%, sometimes more. At any cost you wished to avoid getting in the negatives, because you did not want to find out what would happen then.

Sometimes, the numbers would drop dangerously close to zero, mainly when an overblot was occuring. Never had you realized how the visual novel failed spectacularly at portraying the utter horror of the overblotted in all their wicked glory. The black inky darkness leaking from them like tears or blood with those crazed unhinged looks in their eyes–– was the stuff of pure nightmares.

And yet the one whose overblot you had been dreading the most, the dorm leader of Diasomnia, was surprisingly docile as you dealt with others. However, you knew even when conversing with him, that you would one day witness him overblot and look like some ethereal but deadly fallen angel. So mentally you prepared yourself, while taking on the task of keeping up appearances.

Malleus' affection meter, was a good 20% and a friendly pink shade, quite the accomplishment you were proud of, considering the majority of the cast wasn't even at 15%. The Draconia heir was certainly someone you never wanted to see reach below zero, so you did your absolute best to appeal to him, even if he was quite intimidating at first with the way he stoically watched you complain about the least of your worries, homework and classes.

By the time you spoke to him about your troubles with the Ramshackle dorm and Azul, during what you knew was the Octavinelle arc, the prince's affection had sprouted to a 22%. When you went into more detail of the potential loss you could face, it went to 23%.

The next time you saw him, you were weary and antsy since witnessing Azul's break-down. If the blot of his tears had the magic to gather, it would've been enough to drown, you were sure of it. Even by that maniac look in his eyes, you're sure he would've purposely drowned you if he got close enough.

Throughout that charlatan's chapter, his affection meter had slowly been rising, dropping during the overblot like the tides only to rise once again by the end to a good 45%. This was good!

But no matter how much you may have pondered, strategized, or try to predict each next action, you could've never guessed that the next time you saw Malleus after Azul's overblot, his expression taut with concern, his affection meter had made a jump to 55% and turned red. This entire time you had been avoiding the negatives, but you never once worried of the dangers and implications a red affection meter above 50% would mean for you. Or heaven forbid, anything close to 100%.

[positively-mine]

You're a girl?!

how they find out you're a girl and their reactions

tags: afab (Floyd's part talks abt female anatomy), slight spoilers, lmk if there's any other

Series: ❤️ 🧡 🩵 💛 💜 💙 💚

Azul

After his overblot incident, he assumed that you both had ended up becoming acquaintance (he won't give up on his 2nd branch at ramshackle). So he's keeping an ear out for opportunities. Also since he has contracts with so many students, he hears an unusual rumour. The ramshackle prefect is apparently female? Well, he'll just have to check it out for himself. Sends jade to snoop around but not in a perverted way.

Once the rumours were confirmed to be true, Azul literally bursts into flames. The memories of treating you so ungentlemanly all come flooding into his head. And you saw his chubby baby picture??? Unbelievable. In all honesty though, he doesn't try to get into contracts with you. Doesn't apply to the people around you. We both know who I'm talking about. Even if your friends can't pay, he won't threaten you that he knows because there must be a reason why you're hiding it. He couldn't imagine how he'd feel if someone did that to him with his baby picture.

Jade

He knew from the start. I don't know how but he knows. It's like his secret power. Doesn't do much, but he likes to tease. Either when you're in a crowded space or when you're with your friends. He'll drop subtle hints that you're a female but nothing major. Just enough for you to know that he knows 😐

Overall 4/10 because he keeps messing around with you but since he's one of my favorites we'll forgive and forget. Won't tell Azul because it's HIS secret. So you don't need to worry about Azul threatening you into a deal.

Floyd

He knew as soon as he squeezed you. The minute he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up to his chest he knew. Something along the lines of "eh? Shrimpy, what's this lumpy things on your chest?" And it doesn't help that his voice is l o u d. Once it clicks in his head, he's smiling mischievously at you.

He seems like someone who will use your secret against you. He's bored? He'll come find you. You don't want to hang out? Do the rest of the student body know you're a girl? Yeah, so approach with caution. Once you stop showing any reaction towards his threats, he gets grumpy and pouts. Just make sure you placate him somehow. Because one day he really might just scream out to everyone that you're a girl.

reblogs appreciated!

[pomefioredove]

Ngl I want a sequel to bad ending 'yuu gets sold' series

Cause imagine the boys go to NBC just to find out that yuu is actuality doing great, better than great, even better than the time they were doing in NRC

I like to think that Rollo is legitimate a nice person when you remove the hatred over magic type of stuff

He deffo makes sure that yuu is well fed and clean (let's be honest, not something that yuu always has in NRC) plus treat yuu greatly

rollo fans who are starving since everyone stopped talking about him after november I'm here for you. I see you. take my hand

parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim | 'bad' ending

summary: yuu transfers to NBC type of post: fic characters: rollo my beloved additional info: yuu is gender neutral, implied romantic ^_^

It had been a long six months for everyone at Night Raven College.

The departure- and subsequent absence- of their beloved Ramshackle prefect was very much felt.

Days were longer, nights were darker, the first year class itself felt empty.

"At least they're not dead," was the consensus.

Of course, you continued to communicate with your friends- it wasn't like you completely dropped off the map, although Noble Bell College had a stricter policy about phone usage.

You even sent some letters back and forth, yours filled with updates and mementos, theirs with pictures of all you'd left behind.

Did you miss NRC?

Well...

You missed your friends.

But Crowley? The overblots? Being everyone's personal therapist?

...Yeah. You could live without that.

Noble Bell College may have been more exclusive, and more strict in their code of conduct, but it was more peaceful, too. Smaller, less students, and much less reliance on magic, so that you and Grim could be whole students independent of one another.

The curriculum was much different than NRC's. Less of an emphasis on a personal connection to magic, and more on tradition, ritual, and history. There were few times when you'd have to sit out a class, or watch your friends have fun from the sidelines.

If anything, Rollo made a point of including you.

A part of it may have been personal pride- after all, he just couldn't resist showing you how much better he is.

But he also had a vague idea about how stressful your life at NRC really was, and how isolated you felt, despite being surrounded by people. It was his duty, in a sense, to rectify that.

Even if it meant you had to sit through his lectures and recitations of the traditional magic laws.

...Though, even with his intense adherence to tradition and structure, he made quite a show of being kind to you.

Despite his best efforts to claim fairness and righteousness, it was no secret to anyone that he favored you. You quickly became the only person he spent his free time with (not that he was particularly social in the first place...)

And... it was nice. Is nice.

He holds himself to high standards, and expects that of others; he's cold, harsh when he feels it necessary, and repressed in all ways imaginable.

And yet... well, there's no sabotage, no swindling, no scamming, no manipulation to make petty ends meet.

Rollo, as a person, is both confusingly complex and reassuringly simple. You know as much. He sticks to routine, to rules, to tradition. He's diligent in every sense of the word, and highly respected because of it.

And when the eyes of the other students are turned away, he treats you with a sort of gentleness that you'd become wholly unfamiliar with at NRC. Like a porcelain doll, like something precious he desires to wrap in cotton and silk and store somewhere safe.

You wonder if his behavior towards you is at all connected to the very reason he risked his status bringing you here in the first place... but you don't dwell too long. He's as mysterious as anything.

When your former classmates come to visit over break, it's like they're meeting an entirely different person.

"Happy to see us, eh? You're like, glowing," Ace smirks.

Deuce elbows him in the ribs for that comment. "What he meant is that you look great. I mean, really! You've been sleeping more?"

You nod. "Lots, yeah,"

"Weird, I woulda guessed they'd been working you to the bone. This place is all "no funny business", right?" Ace shakes his head.

You laugh, walking alongside your former fellow first years in the streets of Fleur City, the very ones you'd become so accustomed to in recent months.

"I've actually been doing well with my studies. I think I've finally decided what I want to do after graduation,"

"Oh, that's great!" Deuce says. A lengthy pause follows, much to your confusion- it's as if everyone has something they want to say, but won't be the first to say it.

Epel clears his throat. "You been 'doin alright?"

"Um... yeah. I have,"

"Cause... you know, if anyone was giving you trouble, we'd give 'em what for!"

You chuckle. "I'm fine, really. People here are pretty nice..."

Again, that same silence follows. Epel, Deuce, and Ace look between each other, as if daring the other to say the next thing.

This time, you take the initiative.

"Listen. If this is about Rollo, he's fine. I'm fine. He's been nothing but helpful,"

The tense silence breaks and Ace sighs, shaking his head. "You can't blame us for being worried,"

"I mean, this whole situation has been really shady. Everyone at NRC has been worried sick..." Deuce says. "We just wanted to make sure..."

You smile. "I appreciate it, but you really don't have to send in a rescue party. I've been... I've been really good. Happy. And I miss you guys to pieces, but I've felt closer to home here than anywhere else. Does that sound strange?"

A short pause follows. Deuce is the first to speak, his voice sounding strained. "Not at all. We just want you to be happy,"

You can tell he's trying really hard to sound positive. Epel, on the other hand, doesn't sugarcoat anything.

"You really won't come back with us?"

You smile again, though this one is wholly apologetic. "No, I don't think so,"

The three are quiet for another moment, and then seem to drop the subject. The rest of their stay goes by smoothly, even with all the strained moments where you can tell they have something to ask. You assume they've already figured out the answer.

The day trip is over by sundown and you return to campus just before curfew, taking a seat in one of the cozy (though currently empty) lounges by a familiar face.

"They're gone?" Rollo asks, not bothering to look up from the textbook he's perusing.

You watch him carefully, and think it's best not to mention you friend's attempt to bring you back with them.

"Yes, they're gone. We had fun, nothing happened,"

"Good," he says. A brief silence follows before he speaks again. "I do trust you. But-"

"You don't trust them. I understand. If I were you, I suppose I wouldn't, either. But I'm fine,"

"When are they coming back?"

"Two months. They're taking the weekend. Might bring some other people,"

Rollo hums a note of acknowledgment, fingers rolling around the pen in his right hand. The book is still open, though he's looking ahead now. His face is flushed.

You know he's unhappy with it, but he won't say anything. You're grateful he likes you enough to let you rub elbows with people he despises. Especially after all that's happened...

He stands, closing the book. "Very well. Let me know what day so that I may adequately prepare myself. Good night. Be safe,"

And with that, he takes his leave.

Ever distant. Ever polite. One might mistake the way he speaks for coldness or resentment if you weren't so familiar with his mannerisms by now.

You turn to look into the lounge fireplace behind you, watching the flames flicker and die until all that remains are soft, glowing embers, the same shade of red that burns on his cheeks when you look at him.

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With you I stand on equal ground 🦁🐍 (3/3)

Jamil and Leona, what a duo in Book 6! I wasn’t sure what to expect for their tower descent, but I was pleasantly surprised with what happed. Leona helped give Jamil a push in the right direction, towards being his own person separate from Kalim and the expectations of others. He really encouraged Jamil to be selfish and fight for himself, that he shouldn’t be satisfied just letting others surpass him. I thought they had some really nice moments in Book 6, so I tried to encapsulate that with this piece!

And with that, another series done! It always feels so good to finish an art series because you get to see all the pieces come together, not to mention the growth over the period of drawing the pieces. I really want to work on finished my Overblot Inner Child series next, but we shall see 👀

Riddle and Azul Piece

Vil, Epel, and Rook Piece