#Thanks Ceru for asking this

[evilcokito]

HI COCO SORRY RANDOM THOUGHTS HOPE YOU DON’Y MIND-

This is probably not canon, but does that stop me from imagining it? Nope, unfortunately, so you’ll have to hear me out-

Crewel was a Night Raven College Student, but what if he was a rockstar back then. Like ok he has the hair for it. Bro joined the pop music club and immediately converted all the members to rock. Just him in a black skintight sweatshirt, chains dangling away on his chest… maybe a fur coat tied around his waist, fingers literally working that electric guitar like a banshee going insane….

Crewel: [ goes on stage ]

Well, as you all know, the teachers try to control what songs we play. This one is dedicated to you teachers, it's called:

" Suck my d*ck "

anxiously waiting for someone to talk about MUSIC BECAUSE MY BRAIN SAYS RRRROOOOOCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!! Thanks Ceru! I have MILLIONS OF MUSIC HEADCANONS IN MY HEAD and had this sketch for some time ago... @k-looking-glass-house Can help us with this... British Rebel. MANY music bands are going to be named here!

Headcanons canons in our head:

+ Pomefiore student. Elegant, beautiful and with serious authority problems- At 16 his cosmic rebellion began, no one could stop him. He take over the light music club, but LIGHT?? HARD ROCK! BABY!! + Smoked at 17, don't follow his bad example bad for you. + Sanctioned in school millions of times. Trein's mortal enemy since he was young. + Started bleaching his hair around this time. + Music became the 2nd expression form. Fashion is first. + He plays the guitar INCREDIBLY WELL.

YEP! Young Crewel's playlist... what style did he play? HARD ROCK! There is also some Punk Rock and Heavy Metal (all 70s and 80s) too A little rebel with fine music taste. Youtube links just in case.

Mötley Crüe - Kickstart My Heart.

Iron Maiden - Number of the Beast.

Judas Priest - Turbo Lover.

Billy Idol - Rebel Yell (bro thinks he IS Billy Idol).

Sex Pistols - Anarchy in the Uk.

+ Currently he says "STAY! It was just a teenage stage!" But he listen W.a.s.p and WhiteSnake. + Crewel secretly entered the current Light Music Club and took the guitar. He started playing "W.a.s.p - Wild Child" and "Generation X - Dancing with Myself". + " Puppies! Do you know The Clash or Sex Pistols? (Lilia yes) You play another style of music? … what the heck are they playing here now? ". + "....are you listening to Black Sabbath - Heaven and Hell, Sam?" "Sam: *blinks* ..........yeah?" + Sam has another style of music, but Crewel finds it strange how he goes from Bauhaus to Megadeth to Pink Floyd in a second and... BARBIE GIRL???

+ " Vargas is listening Al Corney - Square rooms?". (Vargas is a romantic. Romantic ballads and Europop.) Not enough noise for Crewel.

[whumpflash]

Would Nisha stop someone if they were going to rape Cerus?

They would, at least in most cases. It seems unnecessary and vile to them, but if the offender directly asked for it they may relent

Not in a "come on, general, let us have fun" way, but a "he killed my family and this is how I want him to suffer" way

They still don't approve, but understand seeking vengeance. They would absolutely not allow it for any of their soldiers though, since it's "conduct unbecoming of a warrior"

[robo-milky]

“Ah, Cherie~”

His voice rings out, the weight of a palm placed on your shoulder. A pair of emerald eyes glint with amusement, a faint pink playing on his cheeks. Rook Hunt, a upperclassman who’s taken a little too much interest in you.

Tilting your head, you nuzzle into the back of his palm, a purr rolling off your lips. He pinched your cheeks playfully, before pulling his hand away. Pouting slightly, you turn to face him.

“I’ve heard that it’s a special day for you today, Mon amour.”

With a flourish of his hat, he gives you a elegant bow, clutching that hat of his to his chest. Ever the gentleman, he raises a palm, asking for your hand. You relent, placing your hand carefully in his. Fingers intertwining, the ghost of a smile plays on Rook’s lips.

Slipping something onto your wrist, you wince at the sudden cold. A bracelet, silver and smooth. A simple design, yet it had the slender grace of a ballerina. Rook gives your hand an appreciative pat, fingers stroking your fingers.

His eyes meet yours, a gentle sort of gaze, simply overflowing with affection.

“Happy Birthday, Cloche darling.”

Happy birthday from Ceru! Hope you like this, hehe! Thank you for being friends with me, and I wish you a fulfilling belated birthday, Mrs Hunt🫶

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash]

[k-looking-glass-house]

Get attacked!!❤️💗Send this to other bloggers you think you are wonderful! Keep the game going💕 BACK AT YOU

Ahghh indeed Ceru hit back.... Thank youuu 🫠✨✨✨💕

[ellovett]

Are the stars listening? Alright gimme the mike-

📣📣📣📣 HI I’M CERU AND I JUST ABOUT LOST MY SHIT AND STARTED SCREAMING WHEN YOU FOLLOWED ME-

YOUR ART HAS THIS PRETTY PRETTY SOFT GLOW TO IT???? I LOVE IT HELLO NICE TO MEET YOU-

You made me fall off my chair and bump my elbow so like I’ll need you to be moots with me- for insurance reasons/j no pressure

HELP MEEEE READING THIS MADE ME GIGGLE KDJFH, U R SO NICE THANK YOU!!! The stars have, indeed, heard you!!

but HAIII YES!! It is so nice 2 meet u/properly talk to u Ceru!!!^^ im glad u enjoy my silly lil content KJFHGDKJ and I couldn't NOT follow you, i love how you write, ur fics are an enjoyable read and i find your ocs SO adorable [i lob joules especially hes so cute RAGHHH] !! so it's honor to b moots w u, u seem like such a lovely person!!! <3 [and yea sure ill handle insurance why not LMFAO/lh]

get hit w the moot beam RAGHHHHHH [annihilates you and the surrounding areas w the moot laser]/pos/j

[cerubean]

hi ceru <3 ! im loving your gameplay posts right now, i just know summer and liberty are having so much fun ;-; !! can i please ask wcif the wall projector from this post /773121514891624448/liberty-lees-messy-room-ft-her-lizards?source=share ?

thank you kindly!! 🫶🏻

hi!! thank you so much, yeah it's been fun playing w/ the bffs so far <33

wall projector screen | syboulette

[puowei]

HI CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE!!!

Could I request Puowei being absolutely buried with twst tsums of their favs? Hehe

Ceru!!! Nice seeing u on my ask inbox!!! 👀💕🥰

THANK YOU BTW!! 😫🥹🧡

This is me getting prepped to be buried. Alive. But happy.

The other pic is an illustration of the holy mickey trinity.

This is part of 300secs Drawing Request Event

[legacyfics-archive]

Ominis Gaunt SFW - Volume 3

Third Volume for Ominis Gaunt x MC/Reader archive, this list is all SFW works. More volumes coming soon. Not seeing your fic here? Send me an ask/message with a link so I can get it added!

Oneshots

A Lifetime - @sebastianwallows

a little unsteady - @orobaxis

A Night to Remember - @ironicallyokay

Animagus - @sammiesallow

Butterbeer Woes - @homeofplatonicfics

Burn For You - @rosabellatonks

Cuddling with Ominis - @darkwizardings

deeply. - @orobaxis

Envious Serpent - @darkwizardings

Find Me Between the Lines - @feralcreaturescave

He's addicted to your scent - @arthenaa

Herbology Class - @seabass-swallows

i could recognize her by touch alone, by smell (i would know her blind) - @orobaxis

"I would love to meet your dingle-doodle" - @roohuh

In the shadow of death - @life-at-hogwarts

Late Nights - @mialuna32

Lost Love Pt 2 - @crimsonedquill - (Part one Sebastian)

malogranatum - @rosarybitch

meeting under blue skies (belting out sunlight) - @orobaxis

Mischeivious - @darkwizardings

Nearly Headless - @sebastianwallows

on that tree i'll carve our names - @philliam-writes

On Your Side - @undercrofttt

Our Silver Lining - @postmodernblog

Regained Sights - @darkwizardings

Say Yes to Me - @arthenaa

Seeing Stars - @sebastianwallows

Sign of the Times - @sebastianwallows

sleepless nights - @undercrofttt

(so for once in my life) let me get what i want - @orobaxis

Studying in the greenhouse - @roohuh

thanks a lot professor black - @orobaxis

The Event of the Season - @emptycauldron

Useless - @darkwizardings

valentines day chaos - @orobaxis

will 'yule' go to the ball with me? - @orobaxis

You and me - @sebastianwallows

you are a wildflower garden growing in my head - @spaceyaceface

You Can Always Learn - @sebastianwallows

You Were the First - @spaceyaceface

your hand in his - @ceru-at-hogwarts

your voice - @elinoracia

"you look pale--well paler than usual" - @lovelivecat

Under 1k

I love you so much - @all-timelee

Ominis loves to touch you - @pasukiyo

Headcannons

Crush Headcannons - @sammiesallow

First time cuddling - @sammiesallow

Meeting Ominis Gaunt in Hogwarts - @orobaxis

Ominis and an awkward reader - @sebastianwallows

Ominis Gaunt dating - @sammiesallow

Reader and Ominis's Hands - @sebastianwallows

[evilcokito]

COCO. It’s fate that the number of captains concisely matches the twst bois. They were meant for this au real/j

I’m curious as to what Sam and Crewel’s sword names and bankais are! And Cater’s, I mean what anyways

Do overblots equate hollows in this au-

It must be one of those unpredictable things of fate.

Let's start with Cater...*wink, wink*

Cater Diamond -

- Lieutenant [alongside Trey Clover] of Captain Riddle. They all belong to the 3rd squad.

For the "activation phrase/word" and the names of the Zanpakuto, I usually leave the name of the Unique Magic in one of them. In Cater's case "Split Card" is the Shikai phrase.

SO, CATER SHIKAI-

Watch Closely...

`Kagayakeru fumetsu no hōseki (?)'

"Shining Immortal Jewel"

Cater's power allows him to MULTIPLY the number of blows he inflicts on the enemy depending on the steps he takes until he gets closer. Suppose you are 5 steps away from him… 5 hits together… suppose you are 20 steps away from him… 20 Hits.

You could run away [ but keep adding hits if he grabs you ] or stay close and take 1 or dodge.

Cater's Zanpakuto is about the relationship between trying to break/dividing something you can't break [the myth of the unbreakable diamond] so the more hits... more chance. The Bankai... will also have to do with that...

Yes. I translated the Japanese with Google , it probably says something that has nothing to do with it. but it is undeniable that it is very cool... Do not use it, as precaution... but IMAGINE CATER SAYING THAT IN JAPANESE.

-> Sam and Crewel Zanpakuto names below! and info-

Sam Zanpakuto Shikai:

Shiver fear...

"Suimin mahi"[ Sword name : Sleep Paralysis ]

Bankai: its a Secret &lt;3 ok no

... Panic ...

"View to the Dance of a Thousand Shadows"

Divus Zanpakuto Shikai:

Discipline!

"Ken'i no koe"[ Sword name : Authority Voice ]

Bankai:

Stay!

"Bound to the Beast's command"

and-

Do overblots equate hollows in this au?

Hollow and Overblot are apparently equivalent and born the same way (negative energy), but for some reason- the shinigamis are not naturally immune to these Overblots... as are those with Hollows (?).

The Overblots of the students are more related to the Vizard (Shinigamis that have- generated Hollow powers). So this Au is going to deal with why this happens and who is causing it. Not Aizen.

They're both here causing chaos.

[whumpflash]

Penumbra: Undeserving

for Angstpril, Day 28: Trust Issues (alt)

cw: referenced beatings/abuse/torture, death wish, brief reference/allusion to self harm

previous ///// masterlist ///// next

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Even warm and dry, even in a bed for the first time in months, even utterly exhausted, Cerus could not fall asleep. In the time since his fall, not a single person had falsified kindness before hurting him, before taking from him, but nevertheless, Cerus didn't trust the soldier's intentions. He'd never given anyone a reason to love him. Never a reason to extend a hand. And even when asked directly, the soldier wouldn't give him an answer.

What did they want? Every possible reason for their administrations eluded him; beating him didn't require a bed. Taking vengeance in other ways didn't demand his wounds be bandaged. Anything they wanted from him could've simply been seized, be it the boots off his feet or the flesh off his back, and not a soul would bat an eye. Such were the rewards of the damned, and Cerus had come to expect as much. 

There was always the possibility that the soldier wanted more than simple revenge. Perhaps they thought they could access his magic, the lifeblood that had been torn away from him at the trial where he should've been allowed to die. If that were so, the soldier was a bigger fool than he'd thought. In his early days as a slave to the kingdom, when he was at his most desperate, he'd tried to cut away the tattoos the priests had tainted his skin with. He'd despaired to learn it was a fool's errand; they kept coming back.

Even without the black marks of the holy mages, any spell requiring refined movements would be impossible with his ruined hands. He'd been allowed a healer after the trial, so that he could be put to work right away, but the woman who'd done it didn't bother to align bones, or even hold the larger gashes closed, and Cerus was left with ugly scars and uglier hands. Hands that could hardly grasp the tools he was made to use; fingers that still spiked with pain when he tried to curl them.

The soldier hadn't returned yet. Cerus was uncertain how long it had been since they'd closed the door, and as he lay shivering on the mattress, trying to suppress the painful coughs that wracked his body, he wondered if they'd come back at all. Despite their supposed determination to care for him, they didn't seem to enjoy it; hardly looking his way, hardly speaking. Perhaps they were only acting on orders. That would explain some of the situation, but still left the larger question of why unanswered.

He wished they would hurt him and be done with it; the fear of what was to come was worse than any pain they could inflict. At least then he'd know what to expect. A whip, a stick, a fist. Something that left him shaking and bleeding, something easier to understand than a gentle hand.

In spite of those hopes, Cerus still flinched when the door at last swung open. The soldier was back, a steaming bowl in hand.

"My uncle's gone to bed," they said as they crossed the room. "I'd thank you to not start shouting at me again."

Their uncle. Was that who had ordered him brought here? What did he want with him? A ransom, perhaps. Nurse him back to health and sell him to a lord who desired revenge. Cerus was very used to revenge.

At the mines, if a night was particularly dull, workers would pay him a visit. Reminisce about sisters and mothers, lovers and sons, lost to the war. Punish him for it, with whatever they had on hand, and let his screams soothe their grief. He couldn't pretend any of it was undeserved.

"Let me help you sit up," the soldier said. "You'll have an easier time eating if you aren't lying on your stomach."

Cerus didn't respond, but allowed himself to be lifted, wincing as the movement pulled at his damaged back. The feeling there wasn't what it had once been, but pain still found a way to sink its fingers into him.

The soldier propped him against the wall, taking care to avoid the wounded skin, and Cerus once again wondered why they'd bother. Even on orders, their master couldn't fault them for a moment of carelessness. They picked up the bowl then, holding a spoonful of broth to his lips.

"Shell stew," they said. "I'm sure you've had it since coming here."

He hadn't. A thin porridge in the morning, bread and a strip of dried fish at night. Enough to keep him on his feet, for the most part. 

Cerus took the broth, too hungry and exhausted to feel humiliated at the notion of being fed like a babe. Whatever the soldier's plans were for him, refusing food wouldn't help. He hoped the stew was poisoned.

In slow silence, the soldier helped him to empty the bowl; thin, salty broth full of bits of potato and seaweed and a chewy meat that reminded him of the smell of the ocean. He felt warmer after, though shivers still ran through his body.

The soldier rolled him back onto his stomach, then left with the dish, returning moments later with another blanket. They laid it on the floor, parallel with Cerus, and blew out the pair of oil lamps that lit the room; leaving nothing but the faint glow of clouded moonlight from the window.

Were they sleeping on the floor? Had they been commanded to watch over him tonight, so he wouldn't try and run? 

"Wh—?" he started to say, but the shift of air in his throat sparked another coughing fit, driving spikes of pain through his lungs and still-healing ribs.

"I hope you're not about to ask me 'why' again," came the soldier's voice from somewhere in the darkness. "Sleep."

Cerus was silent for a moment, steadying his breathing before trying again. "Are you meant to be guarding me?" His voice came out ragged and small. He hadn't had much reason to speak in the last months. Begging rarely granted him a reprieve, though sometimes his stupid tongue couldn't help itself, and conversation wasn't one of the labors the kingdom demanded of him.

"If you'd really like to leave, by all means, do it." The soldier's tone told him they were tired of this topic. Cerus was tempted to push it, to goad them into lashing out, into striking him, or throwing him back into the rain. Something that would shed a light on their intentions for him.

But he didn't, instead allowing his eyes to drift closed, though he knew sleep would elude him. Pointless as it was, Cerus hoped the soldier or their master could be convinced to kill him.

Put an end to this. Once and for all.

•§•§•

@whumpwillow @rabbitdrabbles @kixngiggles @honeycollectswhump @chibichibivale

[befuddled-calico-whump]

hi its me your local cerus enjoyer 🖤 may i request #5 and #2 from the “whump fun” section of that prompt list game for him?

Thanks for sending prompts! you know it's a good combo when I immediately know exactly what I'm gonna do with it

a spark of hope + revenge

cw: referenced abuse, blood, explicit gore

from this game ///// Penumbra Masterlist

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"Are you alright?"

It was a question Cerus hadn't heard since he was a very young boy, a question he hadn't expected to ever hear again, especially not in this coaldust-streaked hell.

He almost thought he'd dreamt it.

He'd been sick for days now, a fever burning away at his strength like fire on candlewick, and the tiresome, never-ending work had finally become too much for him. Only by some miracle had he made it out of the mountain before collapsing.

"Are you alright?"

The question came again, insisting on its own reality, and when Cerus managed to lift his head, he found himself staring into the bright eyes of a sandy-haired young man. He was half-crouched above him, an expression of concern on his face.

Concern. Didn't he know who he was standing over? Didn't he know better than to care?

When Cerus didn't answer, the man didn't shout at him, or try and beat a response out of him. Instead, he fully knelt.

"You don't look well. Please, let me help." He extended a hand, and Cerus watched it warily. Not that he'd be able to prevent it, should the hand decide to harm him.

"Why?" he asked.

"I am to assist the Healer. It will be my job to see to the well-being of the miners."

"It's not seventh day. The Healer isn't here," Cerus muttered, and the words felt like sand in his mouth, grating against his tongue and throat. Why was he even bothering to speak? Either this would end in pain or it wouldn't, and he certainly had no say in the outcome.

"I wanted to meet the people I'd be helping," the man said, breaking into a sunshiny grin. "My name is Yven."

"Cerus," he practically spat in return. If the man had been oblivious before, surely now he'd—

"A pleasure to meet you, Cerus. Shall we get you to a bed?"

Impossible.

"You… don't you know who I am?" 

Puzzlement crossed Yven's face as he wrapped an arm around Cerus's torso. "You are a convict," he said. "And a former mage, judging by the marks you bear."

Standing proved difficult, even with assistance from Yven, and though it had been months since his shattered bones were mended, pain still spiked through his legs when he placed his weight on them. But right now, Cerus could ignore it. Right now, he was wholly preoccupied trying to figure out what to make of this young healer.

"You are right on both counts," he said, and mentally debated if he should say more, or leave it there. Letting Yven help him when he didn't know the full truth was cowardly, but Cerus was almost too tired to care. Misery was a constant, would now always be a constant. Why not let the younger man help him in his blissful ignorance? Why not allow himself some scrap of comfort, no matter how dishonorable it felt?

And so he said no more, leaning heavily on Yven as he guided him towards the Healer's barracks. The little building was empty when they stepped inside, another small thing to be grateful for. More time to rest in untruth.

Yven helped him into a bed, a real bed, and pulled a soft cotton blanket over him. It was nothing short of bliss. The thought of getting true sleep, of being allowed to hide here, unbothered, for even just a day was almost too much for Cerus to grasp.

He barely noticed when the healer stepped away to lock the door. The click of a lock—of shackles, of doors—was a daily occurrence, and Cerus couldn't find a reason to question it.

Yven returned to his bedside, setting a heavy-sounding bag on the floor beside him. The back of a cool hand pressed against Cerus's forehead, accompanied by a small 'hm'.

"You're burning up. I ought to get you some good hot broth from the kitchens." He sat on the floor. Cerus heard the sounds of metal hitting metal as he rummaged through his bag, and thought nothing of it. One by one, Yven withdrew things he couldn't see and set them on the floor beside the bed with muted thuds. Then he stood, a small pot of blue dye and a brush in his hands.

Mender's paint. A tool for apprentice or novice healers, or sometimes masters if they were taking on a particularly complex or life-threatening wound, it was used to draw runes on a patient's body to assist in concentration and lessen the magical load.

Once upon a time, when Cerus was a child naive enough to think he could master light magic without consequence, he'd practiced with the substance. Now he lay still as Yven dipped the brush into the pot and drew lines of blue over his torso.

Was he trying to quell the fever? Most healers dealt solely in wounds of the flesh, and while Cerus's flesh certainly wasn't unbloodied, Yven seemed more concerned with his illness. Perhaps the younger man thought closing half-healed wounds and mending cracked bone would ease the strain on his body. He certainly wouldn't be wrong, were that his intent, but the runes he was painting seemed far too intricate for simple work such as that.

Yven seemed to register the confusion on Cerus's face, and offered a small smile.

"You'll need strong bodily healing to survive," he offered, making one final curl with the brush before tucking it away.

To survive? The phrasing only brought on more confusion, steeped in a sense of unease that coiled inside him like a viper.

"After all, you've been sentenced to live, haven't you?"

As Yven said the words, panic shot through Cerus like darkness converging on a snuffed candle. Momentarily heedless of his weakened state, he sat up, eyes wide, only to be easily shoved back down by Yven.

"I know who you are. Of course I know who you are," the young healer hissed, leaning in close, one palm flat and heavy in the center of Cerus's chest. His heart pounded against it, blood rushing in his ears, head spinning.

"How could I forget the shadow that fell over my home? The unholy things that crawled from their graves and tore apart the living?" Yven's hand raked through his hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking his head back. "Your evil has stained all of Feyadel. No one will ever forget what you've done."

He knew that, he knew that, why had he expected this new healer's treatment to be anything other than this?

Yven suddenly pulled away, reaching for something on the floor, coming back with a knife.

Cerus was too shocked to even scream as the younger man plunged it into his stomach, right between two blue runes. The pain only reached him when Yven withdrew the blade, blood following the metal out of the wound. And with it came a numb sense of relief.

That it was finally over, that someone had at last had enough of seeing him continue to live and breathe. Cerus embraced the pain in his core, and willed his vision to darken, willed his body to shut down quickly…

But then Yven was covering the split flesh with his hand, chanting under his breath, eyes and runes glowing a cool blue, and Cerus felt the wound begin to close. Within minutes, the skin had sealed, leaving Cerus silently shaking with the memory of it.

He had little time to register what had just happened before Yven dug the blade in again, burying it to the hilt, pinning Cerus with his free hand as he dug a scarlet line from hip to hip. Cerus's scream didn't sound like much of a scream for long, rising in pitch and desperation until it sounded to his ears like something inhuman. A death keen of a dying beast, a shriek from an unholy demon.

Maybe that was all it really was.

It tapered off into a helpless cry as Yven slid a hand into the wound, and that weakened to shallow gasps as the healer began to dig around inside, fingers tangling through guts, brushing organs, tearing at the bits of tissue that held everything together.

He couldn't remember how to beg, or even scream. He couldn't remember how to breathe. 

He convulsed as Yven squeezed and pulled at the parts of him that were never meant to see the light, the pain and deep feeling of intrusion, of wrongness drowning out everything else but the ripping, squirming hand.

The feeling eventually began to fade, and with it his consciousness; an icy numbness spreading through his body like frost, slowly reaching up to take away his senses. But by then, Yven's hand, gloved in scarlet, was hovering above his stomach, and the wound was closing.

Even with the healing, the residual pain left Cerus gasping and trembling, unable to form coherent thoughts or pleas. It felt like a den of snakes had burrowed into his gut and were set on eating their way through him.

The second healing looked to have drained Yven, and there was a tremor to the healer's hands as he washed away the blood. He didn't say another word to Cerus, not that it would've mattered if he had. He'd done what he'd come here to do, what so many others here itched to do.

Blood for blood. Pain for pain.

And as Cerus watched the young healer exit the barracks on shaky legs, the image hazy and distant, he found himself unable to blame him.

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[tavina-writes]

For the writing meme—11, 12, 29

CERU!!!! :DDD HI HI

11. a WIP you'd like to finish someday

O god. I would love to finish closer to grief one day and actually like, show you all the xichen post canon mental health adventures....but the pace I work through words on that is a CRAWL. unbearable.

12. a trope you're really into right now

I answered this one a bit earlier, but I have lots of tropes I'm really into! Marriage fic is a perennial favorite, and so is only one bed and BACK HUGS!

29. how easy is it for you to come with titles?

well...I can't start a fic without a title. So I have to be really good at coming up with them. (cries) I like to think I'm not terrible at coming up with them in a reasonable time frame, but I also don't know if any of them are super good per se? It's all a balance I think!

:D thanks for the ask!

[k-looking-glass-house]

🩷🌙SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🩷🌙

Huggghhhhhhhhhhhhwwww~ *dead soul hanging around*

@ceruleancattail

Little Ceru sorry.............It's sleeping in my inbox since a while now.... Thank you little dearie!!! Same goes for you!!! Enjoy a certain Diamond with a custom card... hn hn

Sorry for the late answer!!!!

Just so you know little one....some of your ask are impossible to answer as there are no reply option to them....Why...IDK...tumblr...we need answers....

[ellovett]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity ❤︎

AWEEE HOW SWEET ToT I SOBB THANK U SM CERU!!! ❤︎❤︎ eats the star mmmm yum hydrogen and helium

[skylertheminish]

(ewww a nonsensical dribble that's not even planned out. Warning tag things: shit writing, lack of talent and mild language).

Sapphire flames.

I thought I was heading to Paldea as per a favour asked of me today. But fate clearly had other things in mind. We had recently stopped a group breeding and selling rare and endangered Pokémon poached from the wild. Snagging them from multiple regions and bringing them here in Galar. I was called up to help with one Pokémon in particular now thanks to my experience first hand with Ceru and Arma.

Though it was too dangerous to bring the little knights along. Thankfully my Nana was more than happy to babysit them for me until further notice.

No, this Pokémon was rather unusual and rightful pissed at everything. Drawing her blades and lashing out wildly at all who dared to approach her. Making it difficult to inspect, treat her wounds, feed and rehabilitate her.

So naturally I had to go and check on her, treat her wounds and feed her. No biggie, She's just an extremely pissed off Ceruledge!!

"I don't think this suit is gonna help much. If anything it's just gonna give her the wrong impression. I'm supposed tae earn her trust and all! Not remind her of that lot!" I pointed out....and complained a tiny bit.

"aye, well you can't help her when burnt to a crisp now can ya?" Kate countered, securing the padded suit. "There, that's that. Now ya ready".

With the safety padded suit now on, I shuffled about a little bit to make the fit more comfortable "I hate this thing. So heavy and sweaty. Right then. No time like the present. Where's she at?". Kate led me down to where the Ceruledge in question was currently being held. A high risk intensive care room specially meant for aggressive Pokémon. I never did like those rooms... But we have our own safety to consider as well as the other people and Pokémon in our care. With the security cleared and supplies handed over, I walked...waddled into her room.

She sat in one corner furthest from the door and watched me closely. A low, gutteral growl sounded as her burning crimson eyes kept track of everything I did. This shiny Ceruledge was only just starting to wake up from being sedated and yet she was already on her feet, blades drawn and blazing. One mistake is all I'd need to make to give her reason to kill me. Just one.

"hi there! I know you're pissed at humans, rightly so all things considered".

"EDGE!".

"my bad, sorry. I'll stop.... But in the meantime time... May I fill up your dish? We got some food for you. Freshly made! That's all I want to do. Just fill up your bowl so you can eat yeah?" I thought about slowly waddling over to her bowl... That was right next to her bed, why was it way over there? Regardless I figured it was best to ask for permission. This is her room now. And I was the uninvited guest.

Well me and the rest watching over this performance of mine were all uninvited guests.

The Ceruledge's crimson eyes flicked, contrasting with her blue armour, seemingly considering what I said. But when I thought it was safe to try walk...waddle over, she rushed me. Slashing at the padded suit that, thankfully, worked! Then leaped back to keep me at blades length. Though it's stuffing was now spilled all over the floor. Security acted immediately and tried to sedate her again. I had to stop them and stood between staff and a pissed off, frightened Pokémon.

"Hey hey hey! No! Back! You'll just scare her more".

Thankfully security backed off with no further input needed from me and left the room. Though this little stunt unsurprisingly left the Ceruledge even more on edge. Her growling now accompanied with the occasional spit you'd hear from a roaring fire. I knew time was running out and had to leave her room if there was to be a chance at earning her trust. She was undoubtedly hungry. She had to eat something! But I couldn't get to the bowl. So I figured I had to show her what we made for her instead.

"sorry about that Sapphire. I'll leave ya be. But ya do have to eat ya know. Here, since you don't want me going over, I'll just leave this here and open it for ya." Not gonna lie it was nice being able to actually move now the padded suit had basically been destroyed. It made kneeling down, very slowly at that with an ever watchful and growling Ceruledge, very easy. I wasted no time opening the container full of freshly picked berries and other assorted food stuffs before promptly leaving.

Some time later, and freed from the padded suit, I went to check on her. Making sure she was at least resting if not eating. Kinda funny how both times a Ceruledge came up, it was me who was called and not the higher ups. I mean they were more skilled than I'll ever be!... This also reminded me of the rumour I heard back in Paldea about another Ceruledge too. Wonder how that one is doing? Assuming if what I heard is true that is.

".... I'm so sorry lass... Least you ate something from the looks of it. Probably your first good meal in ages I'd imagine".

"ya worried aren't ya?" A voice spoke up from behind. Startling the life outta me.

"Holy shi-... Damn it Danny, ya scared the crap outta me".

Danny just gave me his usual smirk in response "heh, ain't my fault you weren't paying attention. Anyways it's obviously you're worrin'. Don't be. Ya know we'll do our best. She's gonna be just fine. Now get ya self back home to the others. They'll be worried sick about ya! Go on, away wi' ya!"

And before I knew it. Danny had chased me off work and sent me on my way home. Casually reminding me why I love my job and do what I do.

[genderfluid-info-blog]

what neos do you like to use personally? love the blog btw 💜

Thank you for asking! I pretty much literally use any and every pronoun and neopronoun. Although there are some neopronouns that I prefer over others, it always makes me happy when people use neos for me! Sometimes the fact alone that someone used a certain neo for me makes me like it lol. Again, thank you so much for this ask, this list was a lot of fun to make, and thanks for enjoying my blog <3

I tried to compile a list of some of my fav neopronouns under the cut (they are in order of preference, but I love all of them!!):

cae/caer/caers/caers/caerself

ne/nem/nems/nems/nemself

it/it/its/its/itself

ocean/ocean/oceans/oceans/oceanself

se/sea/seas/seas/seaself

ze/zem/zir/zirs/zemself

for/forest/forests/forests/forestself

so/soil/soils/soils/soilself

ry/ryve/ryver/ryvers/ryverself

ka/kaem/kaer/kaers/kaemself

ro/rock/rocks/rocks/rockself

ki/kif/kir/kirs/kifself

ce/cim/cir/cirs/cirself

eon/eon/eons/eons/eonself

ve/vem/vir/virs/vemself

ey/em/eir/eirs/eirself

xe/xem/xir/xirs/xemself

iv/iv/ivs/ivs/ivself

rai/rain/rains/rains/rainself

mo/moss/mosses/mosses/mosself

ai/air/airs/airs/airself

ae/aer/aers/aers/aerself

ink/ink/inks/inks/inkself

lake/lake/lakes/lakes/lakeself

mao/mao/maos/maos/maoself

dae/daem/daems/daems/daemself

moon/moon/moons/moonself

co/col/cold/colds/coldself

fo/fog/fogs/fogs/fogself

cie/cier/ciers/ciers/cierself

poem/poem/poems/poems/poemself

azure/azure/azures/azures/azureself

le/lem/lemon/lemons/lemonself

buck/buck/bucks/bucks/buckself

sap/sap/saps/saps/sapself

brook/brook/brooks/brooks/brookself

cha/chao/chaos/chaos/chaoself

frost/frost/frosts/frosts/frostself

echo/echo/echos/echos/echoself

tea/tea/teas/teas/teaself

herb/herb/herbs/herbs/herbself

er/era/eras/eras/eraself

citrus/citrus/citrus/citrus/citruself

cloud/cloud/clouds/cloudself

leaf/leaf/leafs/leafs/leafself

oe/oen/oer/oers/oenself

arc/arcti/arctic/arctics/arcticself

ce/ceru/cerulean/ceruleans/ceruleanself

fae/faer/faer/faers/faerself

aqua/aqua/aquas/aquas/aquaself

eq/eq/eqs/eqs/eqself

plant/plant/plants/plants/plantself