#anyway Sebek has such cold hands!

[estcaligo]

MDNI. Suggestive under cut (but in fact just cold hands) My one and only favourite dynamic

[motherraid]

ABSOLUTELY NOT DONE WITH MY SEBEK THIRST AND I TRULY NEED TO SPEAK ON THIS.

Sebek x AFAB!reader nsfw below the cut:

((Tw: somno(?) Dubcon(?) A bit of bullying and mean names/big boy words/pervy Sebek/dumbification? Maybe? I think?/and ooc sebek maybe im not sure))

We see so much Sebek as either the completely subby pillow prince or a sebek that's SO dominant he's like some mafia boss in a wattpad fanfic? It's all wonderful, don't get me wrong. But is that ALL we wanna reduce sebek to? D:

I absolutely CAN see and DO see most times where he's just subby and whimpering and crying, and it IS accurate, but it's not ALL that could happen! We need to start changing! it! up!! He's still Sebek for crying out loud! He'll end up having you crying and spaced out on his cock regardless of how bad you wanna ruin him.

Hear me out, pervy Sebek.

Okay, maybe when you aren't together yet he's mean and snarky, referring to you as "human" and pretending to hate your guts like always, but he'll still try to find excuses to perv on you!!!!! He's so enraptured that he can't help it.

Sebek's so needy that accidentally grazing your hand too high up his arm is a sin you need to repent for it with your pussy. You'd find yourself stuffed in an old broom closet or empty classroom in a heartbeat. He just can't take it anymore. He's already spreading your lips with two fingers and using his other hand to hold your hip in place, your ass squished firmly against the cold wall behind you and your skirt in a heap at your ankles. Who else have you been seducing while he wasn't around? He will not stand for your lecherous ways! He must protect his fellow classmates! The only way to do that is to make you cream on his tongue so many times that you can't think straight. Then, you'll be too tired to prey on any more poor, defenseless students at Night Raven College. Yank his hair, and that's another five minutes of him playing with your pretty cunt. Don't test him, harlot.

Your panties he'll be taking. Probably some lame excuse about your "punishment" for coming onto him like a shameless whore. But... We all know that by the time he gets back to his room in Diasomnia, he's soo horny from the anticipation. He wants to savor the moment, but before he can even pull his pants down he gets a whiff of you once he takes your panties out of his pocket. Now people can hear him mewling while he creams his pants through the walls.

"AND WHAT IF WE'RE TALKING ABOUT SEBEK THAT'S IN A RELATIONSHIP??!!! D:" I hear you ask (no one asked me anything. I'm delusional).

He still will not take no for an answer. He's not going easy on you just because you've won his heart. He is more gentle when initiating, but he still won't drop the "you need to be punished" bit. You've riled him up (you blinked in his general direction), and you have to take responsibility for your actions. He thinks, anyway... Everything is kinda fuzzy, so he can't really process the words coming out of his mouth right now. Sebek doesn't know whether he just cried that you're a horrible temptress or begged you to sit on his face.

Oh, and dont get me STARTED on the crocodile tears. Where's the Sebek that snivels with tears in his eyes while he's ramming his cock into you? Where's the Sebek that's so lost he disjointedly drawls into your shoulder about how you're so pretty and warm?? About how he can't stop himself? How you feel too good for him to stop??? Just one more round? Please?? Where's the Sebek that squeals and sobs when he's stuffed you with his cum for the umpteenth time?? Orgasm so intense his eyes cross and toes curl??? Nose buried in your hair and inhaling hard cause he can't get enough of your smell????? YOU'RE the one getting stuffed with his cock, bent and twisted every which way over any furniture or solid surface he can find at the time, so why is HE the one whining and moaning like a whore?

YES!! He is awkward and has no idea what he's doing, but after a while, he's so desperate he just.. Doesn't care. He's gets so erratic and clingy, and it's such whiplash from how proper and uptight he normally acts in public it's insane.

I need to see this boy's fae genes take over. I need to see this boy instinctively feel the need to have you bouncing on his dick all throughout your fertile window. His big dumb crocodile brain can't understand anything other than stuffing you full of his little hatchling(s).

And he would never curse at you once you two are together!! He'll only praise you. He'll tell you how much he loves you, how amazing you are, and how good you feel. He's got too much love to give, and he wants you to give him your love, too. So please sweet talk and praise him. He'll nut instantly. Even if it doesn't mean he'll stop slipping back into you after cumming all over the backs of your thighs. Praise him. Please?

He can't help it. He HAS to have you. It gets so bad he wants to start fucking you almost anywhere. Like a disgusting wild animal. Even if you WANT to take charge or ride him? He gets so carries away he just grabs your hips and snaps up into you over and over. Sorry babe, you can't tame the croc right now. Do you want to be in control? It's such a shame. Really is. Once you've riled him up enough, he goes into big dumb crocodile mode. And in big dumb crocodile mode he'll forget everything and fuck you like a fleshlight. Sorry, I don't make the rules.

But don't think YOU'RE the one being fucked stupid. This boy is a pile of mush on top of you!! He's mid hiccup, muttering how much he loves you into your ear, sobbing and slobbering onto the back of your neck. His jabbering is oddly sweet for someone bent over your ass, hips slamming yours so forcefully you're jerked forward with every thrust (or you WOULD be if his big ass wasn't smushing you into the mattress with his weight because he just DOESN'T have the strength to hold himself up with his arms or grab your hips right now. The most he can do is prop himself up on one elbow).

You're trapped underneath a giant who loves you so much he's unconsciously using you like a sex doll. After a certain point in time this boy's mind is so cloudy he's not even fucking you for your pleasure. He just can't stop. It feels too good and his hips are moving on their own and he's too far gone to consciously still them. He's so pathetic he can't even find your clit. His hand is just rubbing at the bottom of your tummy in circles on instinct, and he does NOT care to correct himself. You'll have to do that for him, sorry.

You can definitely tell that boy is half fae. His stamina is WELL beyond normal humans. Even now that you've blacked out, he still has yet to stop. In fact, he doesn't realize you're asleep. He's still crying about "one more round," "Just a bit more.. Please??" And, "A few more minutes." And best believe you're gonna help the damn boy. I mean, how are you REALLY going to refuse him now that you're asleep anyway??

Huh... Actually... Maybe he DOES know that you're asleep.. I don't think he'd be guiltily snapping pictures of your unaware face to jerk to later otherwise.

[twstjam]

"I've got writer's block," I admit, and am immediately overtaken by the urge to write something. Anyways this is brought to you by that one tiktok audio ("I should go back before ____ realises I'm not in bed!") and "Malleus sleeps in a nightgown/sleeping gown" brainrot. Idk i just love it okay. this features: married!Malleyuu and implied besties Sebek and Yuu (don't tell me he wouldn't be their right-hand man after they marry Malleus. They were besties in college!!!)

Crown Prince Malleus stirs slowly from his peaceful slumber. In his arms, his spouse is still as they remain within the realm of dreams.

Malleus sighs contentedly as he holds your small, soft body closer and burrows his face into your hair.

"Good morning, my love…" he trails off uncertainly as his nose buries into something soft. Too soft. Malleus finally opens his eyes and realises with a start that he was not, in fact, holding his beloved in his arms, but a mere pillow. Lifting himself up on his elbows, he ascertains that your side of the bed is in fact woefully empty.

Malleus sits up in alarm. He very vividly remembers falling asleep with you the previous night, so why has he woken up all alone?

"Child of man? Darling?" he calls out to the empty room. The door to the bathroom is closed and he can hear no sound from it and neither can he hear anything from the closet. His sleeping gown brushes his ankles as he slides out of bed to go search for you anyway. He calls your name with each poke of his head past the doorways and receives no answer.

Malleus grows increasingly frantic as he quickly walks towards the bedroom's double doors and throws them open.

He yells your name out into the hall and is only responded by echoes of his own voice. He hears the castle's caretakers startle and yelp in surprise. He must've been louder than he had intended to be.

Malleus's bare feet patter on the cold stone floors as he hurries towards the equally urgent steps of one of his attendants.

"My liege!" the maid exclaims in surprise when he almost runs her over in his haste. Still though, she doesn't miss a beat and bows. "Good morning, sire. Is something the matter with their highness?"

"I do not know," Malleus's voice is level but slightly sharper than his usual tone. He's putting all his effort into not letting his panic surface but his lips have also downturned into a severe pout. "That is the issue. You see, I woke up with them missing from my side. Where are they?"

The question is spoken more like a demand. Expectant. He unconsciously scowls fiercely at the maid before him, who begins to tremble. She lowers her head reverently.

"Forgive me, my lord. I am not aware of their whereabouts."

Malleus's glare deepens and he walks past her. She quickly hurries after him, squeaking about his lack of footwear and proper attire.

"Where are our guards? Silver. Sebek!" He doesn't wait for the maid to respond before shouting for them. The guards of the castle stiffen and stand at attention at their posts when he nears them. Several of the other castle staff pause and bow. Malleus searches among them for Silver, Sebek or, better yet, his missing spouse, but upon finding no sign he sniffs and places his hands on his hips. "Where is my partner? How can any of you have allowed this?! Where are your commanders? Retrieve them this instant!"

Thunder rumbles faintly in the distance. The soldiers bow their heads and chorus their affirmations, but one of the guards bravely displays their confusion on their face.

"I apologise for questioning you, my lord, but do you request us to retrieve your spouse or—?"

"Find them. Find them at once!" Malleus cuts them off sharply. The soldier shrinks back but they continue to look up at him with a furrowed brow. Malleus reigns in his anger with a deep breath before saying, calmer this time, "Send someone to retrieve Commanders Zigvolt and Vanrouge. Tell them that I have summoned them. The rest of you, search for my spouse. Now!"

"Yes, Lord Malleus!" the guards chorus, but right as they're about to scatter to fulfil the orders of their prince, a gentle voice, starkly different in comparison to the prince's roars and the castle's dark walls, draws their attention.

"There will be no need for that."

Commander Silver Vanrouge marches down the hall swiftly and elegantly, the long tail of his uniform's coat billowing behind him. The only thing that disrupts his intimidating image is the way his silvery hair sticks up on one side.

Silver stops in front of him and Malleus notices a little bat peer up at him from where it clings to the human's shoulder.

"Silver." Malleus's nerves ease slightly in the presence of one of his closest confidants. "What do you mean?"

"When I woke up this morning, the bats reported to me of your partner's departure from the castle after midnight." As he relays this information to his prince, Silver casually reaches up and allows the bat to climb onto his hand and hang off his fingers.

"Departure?" Malleus repeats with wide eyes.

Silver nods. Before Malleus can begin to question him further, Silver elaborates, "Worry not. They were not alone."

"Weren't they now?" The brief relief that swells in Malleus's chest is quickly washed away by irritation. "And who was this that also did not think to inform me of my spouse's sudden disappearance in the night?!"

Silver pauses at that. Even with Malleus's furious glare trained on him, he doesn't falter and seems reluctant for a completely unrelated reason.

"…I assume that neither of them wished to wake you."

At the quiet words, Malleus is so suddenly reminded of a time many years ago when Silver barely reached his waist and his features were much rounder and softer than the adult human guard before him.

"…He won't get in trouble if I tell you, right?"

Still though, despite the twinge of nostalgia, Malleus narrows his eyes at Silver. His sheepish expression says it all.

Malleus's pout deepens. He huffs an irritated breath and murmurs your name and Sebek's, followed by, "Those two…!"

Green flame bursts past his lips and his gown billows as he throws up his fists and stomps his foot into the stone floor with a crack not unlike a child throwing a tantrum.

"Where have they gone?!"

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You're rudely awakened by someone shaking your shoulders. Sebek shouts your name and mumbles a comparison to Silver as you finally come to.

"This is no time for napping!" he snaps. "It is almost daylight. We must return to the castle at once!"

A little giggle comes from your left and you see Lilia smiling down at you. His shoulder-length hair spills over his shoulders as he tilts his head.

"Sebek's right," Lilia says in a deep and raspy voice, one that still takes you by surprise how different it is from how he sounded back at Night Raven. "A dragon gets quite restless when they are apart from their mate for too long. And you said that you snuck out?" He shakes his head disapprovingly.

"Hey, you've got no room to talk, old man," you snip back at him. He dramatically puts a hand to his chest as if he'd been wounded. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told Tsunotarou what I'm up to."

You pick up your bag and Sebek helps you to your feet. You look into your bag before slinging it on. The jars inside and their contents consisting of many, many, many fireflies had remained undisturbed.

"Goodbye dears, it was wonderful to see you!" Lilia chirps as he waves you off. Both you and Sebek grin and wave back.

"It has been a pleasure as always, Master Lilia!"

"Yeah, thanks for helping us out!" As you wave at him, you glance up at the sky and realise with a start that Sebek really wasn't kidding about it almost being morning. "Okay, I really should get back before Tsunotarou realises I'm not in bed—"

You're abruptly cut off by a sharp roll of thunder and a flash of green lightning. Sebek shrieks and instinctively lowers his head while Lilia gives you an aggravating "I told you so" smile.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

The concept of Lilia raising fem Silver is so cute and endearing. Imagine Lilia and fem Silver having a tea party together surrounded by silver's animal friends while Lilia is dressed up in a pink tutu dress and ROCKING it.

Raising a human child is a lot more different than raising a fae child, but get this; Lilia would have to learn that at a certain age, fem humans get their periods (Assuming fem fae don't have periods?!). Either way, he would panic or be chill about it. He would also have to explain what menstruation is, lol.

Period cramps can be so bad. Luckily for Silver, Lilia knows how to wash blood stains with COLD water (considering he saw a lot of blood in war). He would bring her snacks and comfort her best to his abilities, and he would make sure to keep menstrual products in the house or carry some with him for emergencies. I know, I'm just rambling at this point, but idk it's really cute to think how Lilia would raise fem Silver.

So, while i agree with you that Lilia would raise normally just like how he raised Silver in Canon, i do think there are quite a few differences, especially when it comes to such things such as Periods, buying bras and so on.

[Other Lilia raising fem!Silver posts here and here!]

In my original post, I was speaking only from a socialization angle since a lot of what we see as "gender norms" are the result of how we were raised and taught. On that front, I don't really see Lilia changing one way or another. Of course there would also be biological differences that Lilia would have to become accustomed to, and those he would have to tackle differently.

I imagine he would mainly ask the Zigvolts for assistance in this regard, since they already help with watching Silver while he's busy with other matters in canon. Even if we assume that female fae do not menstruate, Mr. Zigvolt is a medical professional who would have some understanding of menstruation (due to taking A&P classes), even if his specialty is teeth. He could at least refer Lilia to the proper resources or a medical professional with more relevant knowledge. If we assume that female fae do menstruate, then Mrs. Zigvolt could be comforting and understanding of Silver's situation. Maybe even Sebek's older sister could pitch in as well!

Either the Zigvolts could explain menstruation to fem!Silver or Lilia could? Knowing how… tactless… Lilia was when dealing with Silver learning he was adopted though, it might be a mixed bag. Lilia might go for a silly explanation, an actually wise one, or he might pull out all the stops and try to reenact the story of an egg cell being expelled from the body via hand puppets. When fem!Silver isn't feeling well, Lilia can sit by her bedside and sing (screamo) lullabies or recount tales of his travels until she's soothed off to sleep.

Imagine Lilia having to take Malleus aside to explain how menstruation works to him too (when Malleus shows confusion at fem!Silver kneeling over mid-training). Maybe Sebek would already know about it because he has a decent sized family and he expresses his concern in the typical Sebek way. "Hmph! If you find yourself faint, it shall be an easy victory for me—but there is no glory in that. Sit this one out, and once you’ve collected yourself then you shall be a worthy opponent!”

... But it would be sort of funny if Lilia asks the QUEEN of Briar Valley for help on this 🤡 "Your majesty!! My little human child is gushing out blood from down there, does she have a wound? Will she bleed out? Should I be concerned") I also find it really ironic that Lilia, an infamous retired general, probably already has knowledge of how to wash blood out of fabrics due to his experience in war. Now he can repurpose that skill to help out his daughter 😂 Just don’t trust Lilia to make snacks for fem!Silver cramping up, he’ll only make the cramps worse with his cooking…

Anyway, I enjoy the idea of Lilia being a father that supports both Silver's (traditionally) feminine and (traditionally) masculine interests and is secure enough in his own identity to engage with them. He'd have so much fun dressing up with Silver and having those tea parties with the animals out in their yard.

[yuri-is-online]

Another Beautiful Day (First Years x Yuu)

(gif taken from google, originally uploaded to tumblr but user apparently deleted)

You have been having strange dreams lately. Every time you go to sleep you se the same set of flashing images, a carriage ride, a crumbling castle under a ink stained sky, ending in the jaws of a monster. The pain you feel from the flames makes you wonder, on nights when you are alone in Ramshackle with Grim, if those dreams are less fiction and more of a memory.

You are not the only one who has those dreams. There's another, laying awake in his bed, hand clutched tightly over his frantically beating heart trying desperately to hold the fraying edges of his sanity together. How many times has he done this? How many times has he tried to hold onto the last fleeting traces of warmth in you with his cold, unworthy hands.

Again. He loves you, that is the one thing that refuses to change no matter how many times the world is reset. He loves you, he has no choice but to try again.

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, hurt almost no comfort, borderline yandere behavior. If this made you feel something you can check out the other parts on my masterlist.

Ace

There was, perhaps still is, a pretty viral theory about Ace being a traitor involved in resetting time. While I can't ever see Ace purposefully causing Yuu's death ever, I can see him deciding that if he has to play the villain to get the outcome that he wants, well then, that's just what he's going to have to do. Ace knows how to annoy people, comes with the youngest child territory, more specifically he knows how to annoy you. He can stand having no one if it means everyone's focus is on keeping you safe, it's easier to admit that he loves you when no one's around to hear it. It occurs to you that he might, it even crosses your mind that the strange dreams your time-loop troubled subconscious is so desperate to hang onto, ones where you are with someone you love dearly, could be about him. How else would he know how to push all your buttons, why else does he always know when and where you'll be in trouble. If Ace doesn't love you, why does he know all the things you like about this world before you do? It's a painful thing to be known, even more so if the person who knows you refuses to let themselves be vulnerable with you. The more things change the more they stay the same... huh?

Deuce

Ever watched Tokyo Revenges? I know some of you have, I can see you. Anyway Deuce might not be a crybaby but he is loyal, determined, and stuck on desperately trying to save you. Well not just you, Deuce realizes that Overblot Grim spells doom for a lot more people that just those inside NRC. Sage's island might be remote, but people still live there, if the monster got out who knows what sort of damage it will do? He tries his best to be normal around you, to befriend you and protect you in just the same way he did before, but he's a much more serious and moody person than he was the first loop around. How is he supposed to explain to you he couldn't save you, that he's watched you die countless times and only had ashes to hold and cry over? Not just you either, he's seen Ace and Epel and Jack, hell even Sebek, Die over and over again because he wasn't smart enough to stop it. Ace manages to pick up on something being wrong, and Deuce being Deuce he fails to lie properly, "dragging him into his mess." But he can tell Ace doesn't mind. He takes his impending doom as a challenge, encouraging Deuce to do so as well. He's stupid, he should just give up and let someone smarter save you. But he's your stupid, kind of crybaby hero. He'll save you, just you see.

Jack

Trying to save you is as much an instinct to Jack as it is raw emotion. You are his soulmate, there is nothing casual about his investment in your relationship, nothing short of divine intervention that will keep him from trying to save you. But he will admit he feels rather unprepared for this... development. It's all well and good to say you will break reality before he lets it take you from him, but actually being strong enough to do that? Jack's a good boy, but no matter how smart he is he's a bit of a muscle head. He throws himself into problems fist first, without any back up unless someone yanks him by the scruff and forces him to look at it. Usually that's you, sometimes it's Ruggie or Leona, but in the past it was you. He knows he can't keep himself from you, even if that could make you safer. Unlike the first timeline, he makes sure to introduce himself as early as possible, makes sure to be with you for every overblot. You might find it annoying but he'll push you to train just enough so that you'll have the speed to run when the final monster comes. Maybe this time, he'll be strong enough to kill it before it catches up to you.

Epel

Sleep Kiss cannot put you to sleep forever. Yet. Yes yet, Malleus isn't the only one who thinks letting you nap forever is a good idea. Great minds think alike, and unlike Malleus's, Epel has an added bonus. He can encase you in a glass cage that is literally meant to protect you from anything that wants to hurt you. Not that you would ever expect this plan from Epel. He's cute, kind, non-threatening when you're paying attention, the most you see of his temper as the loops continue is the slightly bratty glare he focuses on pre-overblot housewardens. And the headmage, but hey any anger at him always gets a pass from him. Not that you need to worry about that, once Epel masters his spell you won't have to worry about anything. He does wonder if you'll be able to dream, the first time he cast his spell on you it was like you didn't realize anything had happened at all. Maybe he won't tell you anything, maybe he'll wake you up every once and a while to convince you that you were never asleep at all. But that's not a concern for now, all you need to do is close your eyes and sleep. Sleep and wait for your Prince to return from the war.

Sebek

Following the current timeline, events aside, Sebek is on the outside of your friend group. No one likes him, he can't sit with you. The only real reason Sebek has to pay attention to you is because Malleus does. And he has to admit he doesn't exactly hate what he sees, he just- doesn't want to give credit to a human. When time is re-set though, he goes out of his way to befriend you, convinced he needs to keep an eye on you to save his lord. After all, how could he not find it suspicious that Malleus befriends some random human from not-Twisted Wonderland and then suddenly overblots? He is ready to strike at the first sign of betrayal, but he does not find it. He finds a human, weak and flawed, but paitent and kind with him, unwilling to let him talk down to them but still willing to talk. You die, but you never stop trying. You refuse to let the flaws he picks at stop you from trying to live. You refuse, no matter how many times he yells about the amount of times he has lost his lord, lost you, to let him do all the work alone. There is beauty in your struggle, in your life. He can't betray this for his lord, even if it was the cause of his plight. It's Silver he turns to for help, begging him for guidance through tears as he desperately clings to you. He finds it of course, he never had to do any of this alone, but he should know by now that doesn't guarantee success, no matter how much he wants it to.

[finnedfatale]

Well, let me take it for a try. How about some fluff headcanon about favorite things to do when relaxing for Diasomnia. I really love fluff about Tsunotaro!

Giggling, rubbing my hands like a fly. Four big guys. Headcanons are my favorite tbh, I love taking characters and mishmashing what I feel is right for them.

Lilia, Sebek, Silver and Malleus.

You said you like malleus so get ready to read pookie.

Lilia's obviously is hanging upside down. You'd think he does that only to scare people, but for him it's a surprisingly comfortable position to read in. He used to practice instruments for fun but now he has most mastered, from guzheng to percussion so he doesn't find it all that relaxing anymore. He prefers to sit in a dark room, enlightened by candles as he reads something. It's usually a romance, he steers away from any books he deems as fantasy due to thinking they're boring (and already reading the better ones a long time ago). Though, one time Yuu offered him a book from their universe. Despite being a thick and complicated fantasy series, Lilia read through it in less than a day. He was fascinated by all sorts of magic described in the book, having to take everything he knew about his own universe and reconsider if all this fantasy in the book was meant to truly be like a weird alternative version of the one he is in. Yuu never saw that book again, though Yuu did get thousands of questions from Lilia about said book.

Sebek doesn't relax. You think he relaxes? WRONG!!! He's always on high alert in case his liege needs him.... Though he does admit, reading is a hobby of his which he indulges in often. It may not be very surprising but everytime there is thundering outside he relaxes like never before, he himself never is able to fully relax until he hears that distinct rumbling and a deafening crash of light. Though he only watches from inside due to most lighting being accompanied by cold rain, he prefers warm places! (Canonically he finds the school's botanical garden relaxing due to it being warm and humid!)

Silver's weird fact about himself is the fact that he keeps a collection of sword handles. He used to keep full swords (and he still has some) but his collection took up so much place that he decided to shorten them. Blades of the swords were never interesting to him anyways, it's mostly the handles that were intricately designed. To relax he often goes through his collection and polishes them until they shine so bright that it's almost like looking into a mirror. If still needing to relax and his polishing attempts didn't calm him enough, he goes outside in order to feed the birds. The Diasomnia dorm is mostly surrounded by crows which always scurry around him when they see him.

Malleus is somewhat of a yapper. He doesn't get too into talking though until he is sure he can, keeping a distance to his words before actually yapping. Though... When one of the people he trusts more comes by, he tends to talk and talk about mundane topics until the corners of his mouth hurt from speaking. Even other people in the dorm fail to get to see that side of him, it's reserved for those who he can actually open to which isn't a lot of people. When Yuu came by he opened up to them due to a few simple reasons. Tamagotchis and dedication. Other than Malleus having one, Yuu carried about three on their person. He wondered why Yuu needs so many only to find out that two were broken and serving simply as keychains, he understood it simply as attachment to an item they deeply cared for. But for Yuu it was more of a "fixing it costs more money" situation. The two didn't talk much, occasionally passing eachother in the hallways. Yuu found out through Idia's doing that the little devices were compatible despite being from different universes and if given a bigger screen the creatures could interact. Everyday that Malleus saw Yuu, he silently watched as they paced back and forth while planning things. It gotten to the point that Yuu randomly screamed out "Eureka!" and other stuff in class when they gotten a plan on what to do next. Though with the two broken devices Yuu managed to make a scuffed version of a wide tamagotchi. It was like a small connecting screen which as soon as it was placed near a tamagotchi (or a similar device) transfered it from the small screen to the bigger one. Malleus was hesitant at first, obviously scared to put his beloved object next to something that looked like a portable bomb or a Nintendo switch without a casing. But everyday he did it and the two talked while they took care of their little electronic creatures. Malleus finally felt like he could open up, everytime he talked with Yuu he could feel his heart warming up to them. Eventually he forgot about the toy for a bit, only coming to Yuu in order to talk about everything and nothing. Hobbies, food, new things he learned, things Yuu may have not known, history of twisted wonderland... He finally had a friend he could talk to :)

This was long oh my days. This ask was actually so cute so I decided to yap and yap like Malleus. I think I'm getting more comfortable about writing to you guys because my posts are only gonna get longer.

Though... i can't stop imagining what would happen if he finally found a friend in Yuu and the next day they were able to go back to their universe bro would be mentally destroyed 😭

Also this got me thinking why Silver doesn't have a last name. Like shouldn't he have one?? And why is Sebek the only guy from Diasomnia from another place?? Like said place doesnt even have a tumblr tag 🤔

I think I should go offline for today. Too much thoughts.

[cosmicobubisi]

Cosmic's Whump vs Flufftober: Day 10

BLOW TO THE HEAD passing out from pain | "I can't think straight" / Bet, Game, Contest

"Explain to me more about this process of refrigeration."

Yuu and Malleus were taking another one of their nightly walks together, enjoying nothing but each other's company and the savory fall air.

Soon enough, snow would be on the ground. Any change to their walks could break the tenuous connection the two had managed to form in these short few months, despite the apparent intensity of emotions felt on both sides.

The two of them could talk for hours, and make long stretches of time feel like a mere handful of minutes with how engrossed the two of them could get in conversation. Instead of frequently exchanging commentary, however, as other duos might, their chats usually ended up with one of them talking and the other listening, enraptured.

They could be so alluring like that.

"Well, I dunno how much there is to it," said Yuu, as they transitioned from dirt to gravel. "It's a big cold box. You put food in it, and it lasts a lot longer than it normally would."

"Fascinating," mumbled Malleus, stroking his chin with an inquisitive brow. "You are truly understating the impact of such an invention. I imagine it must have revolutionized human existence, to be able to preserve food like that."

"You're right," conceded Yuu, "but you only asked about how it worked. Not about how I felt it had impacted the course of humanity."

"True. How do you feel it impacted the development of humans, then?"

"Do you guys have anything like it?" asked Yuu, answering his question with a question.

"Oh? Do you intend to dodge my question?"

"Not at all. But I don't know how to compare it to the alternative, and I wanna know if I can use you guys- the fae, I mean, as an example."

"Hmmm." Malleus had to give it a moment of thought.

"We have associated low temperatures with slower food decay," he explained slowly as the thoughts formed in his head. "We have enough food use for large, underground cellars at the palace, though I do not know if that is a commoner's item as well. I'll have to ask Sebek."

"That makes sense," said Yuu, nodding along. "I think I've heard of that in old houses."

"Of course, we also have magic," said Malleus. "Yes, now I remember. In recent times, someone's implemented frost runes on things like jars. Instead of using them to pickle, fresh fruit is placed inside to be stored for when it's out of season. But these are much smaller than what your refrigerators seem to be."

"Jar freezers sound pretty... nice. Less storage, but a lot more portable."

"They've been surprisingly controversial, though," mused Malleus, remembering some of the argument he'd heard made against them. "Some say it's not natural to have fruits like that so far out of their growing season. While I disagree, since those people like jam anyway, I do admit, it does impact the taste unpleasantly."

"You've got that right. Some stuff just never tastes right if you leave it in the fridge for longer than, like, an hour."

"Still, I think the idea has more merit than people want to give it. I find it quite cowardly of its detractors to simply dismiss it outright. Perhaps we could learn from you all, and figure out how you made refrigerated cuisine so palatable."

Yuu laughed, and Malleus, though he didn't fully understand what was funny, chuckled along.

"It took us a bit of practice, I'll say that. If the Briar Valley is as seasonal as I think, though, then fruit in the fridge isn't what you guys need."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, there..."

Malleus slowed his steps a bit just when Yuu did. They placed a palm to their head and let their eyes flutter shut.

"Is everything all right?" he inquired.

Yuu smiled up at them, though it didn't quite reach their eyes.

"Just fine," they insisted. "Anyways, I..."

This time, Yuu held their head with both hands, and their legs shook a bit as Yuu swayed in place.

"Something really seems to be wrong. We should rest," Malleus said.

"I said I'm fine," Yuu bit back, the sharp tang of bitterness tinging their words.

"I was only trying to help," said Malleus, letting childish hurt slip into his voice.

"I'm sorry," they said, sounding a lot more contrite and significantly more beat down. "I can't think straight."

Their eyes slid firmly shut, and Malleus was there to catch them before Yuu could even fall.

Malleus looked both ways, trying to see if anyone was watching him. Night Raven kept the streets nearest to the dorms well-lit, but rarely anyone came around.

That remained true tonight. Seeing no one to disturb him, Malleus hiked Yuu's legs over the crook of his elbow, and let their head loll against his shoulder.

Yuu had a nasty habit of overselling themselves and under-reporting their injuries. What's more, they found Malleus's concern patronizing.

He huffed, remembering their words.

They'd volunteered their services to Heartslabyul's Magift team, but had been brought down when one of their idiot players swung out behind himself and struck Yuu.

They'd gotten back up in the next moment, insisting it had just been a tap, and the pathetic excuse for a safety officer had shrugged it off.

Malleus was ready to blow smoke. He'd have Rosehearts's head for letting one of his own violate protocol so flagrantly.

He could see the sickness in their eyes, though. He and he alone was Yuu's protector, even if that meant protecting them from themselves.

There was no need to deliberate on it anymore. Yuu could recover in the safety of Diasomnia's walls, nestled in Malleus's protection.

Without another word, Malleus vanished, taking Yuu with him.

[outivv]

— what about your own world? —

Synopsis: they ask what your life was like in your own world

Warnings: ehhh semi angst? Semi fluff? Crying, and Idk if I should put a warning for this- but a single mention of death in sebek’s Part, But, as always not proofread :p

Characters: deuce, idia, Sebek, And malleus

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello hello!! I’ve been on big idia and Sebek brain rot recently, I may honestly weite another thing for them later too HEVJEEG. Theyre both one my favorites what can I say. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! Have a great rest of your day <3

— Deuce —

“What was your life back… you know… back home?” Deuce asks. You’re supposed to be fetching ingredients for a potion you need to make in class, but deuce has seemed… distant, or maybe distracted, this entire time. Now you know why, of course. “Why do you ask that.” You dont look at him, reaching for a jar full of specific bird feathers, which are very important for this potion. The rows and rows of bookshelves full of jars, full of ingredients, were the only audience to hear your conversation, so you didn’t mind telling him what your life was like, however, you wondered why he would ask such a thing.

He thought for a moment, as you climbed down the ladder you were on, and handed him the jar of feathers. “Well I was just thinking. Cause you’ve been here for almost a whole year, Crowley must be close to finding a way for you to go back home.” Deuce walked down the row of shelves to the next ingredient you needed as he spoke. He’s right, you’ve been here a long while, and Crowley must be close to getting you home by now… (but you’re not too… trusting of that. Despite what Crowley may say.) was deuce worried about you going home?

“Well, even if he does find a way for me to head back home, I’m not so sure I’d take that opportunity.” Deuce whips his head around, almost dropping all the jars He was holding. You quickly put you arms around his own, to secure the jars, giving him a look that screams ‘oh my god- please be more careful’. He looked away embarrassed, “why not?” Referring to what you said before. “Hmm, well, I like my life here. And back home wasn’t all that great so. If I could pursue something here, be happy… keep all my friends, stay with you, then I’d rather do that than be somewhere where I wasn’t… enjoying myself I suppose.” Deuce teared up at that, he can be very dramatic at times… “are you crying?” He quickly turned around hiding his tears as he kept walking “no! Just allergic to whatever is in these jars.” He said in between sniffles. You sighed trailing behind him. If you had any doubts before you certainly don’t now, as it’s clear you can’t leave deuce alone.

— Idia —

Idia is insecure with your… relationship. God he can barely even call it that. He feels like he barely even does anything… why would you put up with him? He’s sure that the moment Crowley found a way for you to go home, that you’d be jumping at the opportunity. He holed himself in his room even more than usual, and you, as his partner, of course noticed. A few days into his depression spiral, Idia heard a familiar knock on his door, followed by a voice, “idia? Can I come in.” It was you, of course. The only people allowed in his room are you and ortho, and ortho doesn’t really knock. “Yeah…” He Said Just loud enough for you to hear.

Upon entering, you could see idia wasn’t even gaming at his desk like usual, instead sitting in his bed, curled up in blankets upon blankets, scrolling on his phone. His room was dark without the light of his computer, you could barely see him, as his hair was mostly hidden in the blanket, and his phone was the only thing illuminating his face. “Idia? What’s wrong.” You said walking over to sit on the edge of his bed. You moved the blanket off from over his head, revealing some of his fiery blue hair, and running your fingers through it. “What was your life like back in your own world.” His cold tone made you widen your eyes. He doesn’t ever take that tone with you, only before your relationship started, and that was mostly because he was so anxious around you, being cold was kinda his default.

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head, And He quickly sat up his blue hair turning bright orange and red, as he screamed “your own world! Your home! When Crowley finds out how to get you back you’ll leave me, because that is your home. That is where you belong!” His words sounded harsh to anyone else, they sounded like he wanted you gone, like he wanted you to leave because you didn’t belong. But that wasn’t the case and you knew it. You could see how small he looked, his blankets open, revealing his shaky hands. Looking up at his face, surrounded by flame, you could see the tears welling in his eyes, his dark circles deeper than usual. Has this been bothering him for the past few days?

“Can I hug you?” You ask, as to not overwhelm him in a very intense moment for him. He nodded, and you slowly wrap your arms around him, he grips onto your jacket, and resting his head on your shoulder, wetting your uniform as tears start flowing. You don’t care about that though. “My life, in my world had It’s ups and downs. I have people there that I miss.” You started and he sobbed, and screamed harder, his mind spiraling, thinking your words confirm all that he’s been feeling, and thinking, the past few days. His hair reflecting his thoughts, as it started burning brighter, wrapping itself around you, but it never hurt, or burned you. “But. I love you more.” You start again, and idia grabs onto your jacket with both hands, one clawing at you back, while the other holds onto your front. He doesn’t want to let you go. “I know that no matter what Crowley finds, if I can’t return to you, then I won’t ever go back to my word.” Your arms wrap around him almost protectively, as he sobs out his feelings that he’s been keeping to himself for the past few days. Except, he knows you won’t leave him.

— Sebek —

Sebek loathes humans, he believes they are weak, and would pity them if he had the time to. But after meeting you, he’s found that humans aren’t weak, magicless or not, you have stopped 6 (almost 7 heh) overblotted students. That is quite a feat that even must admire. “You know [name] may return to their own world eventually right?” Lilia said, snapping Sebek from his thoughts of you. “What?” He furrowed his brows, Lilia cant believe that right? I mean… with the life you’ve built here and all… and with how close you two had become you won’t leave him right? “I’m sure [name] misses their family, friends, you know.” Lilia truthfully brought up this conversation because he wanted to see how Sebek would react.

Lilia knows that Sebek harbors feelings for you, whether sebek wants to admit it to himself or not. Lilia knows he is deep in denial. Sebek Looks down at the lunch table he’s sitting at, pondering. “I must go speak with them.” He suddenly Said, grabbing his bag, and lunch tray, to go search for you. He found you in the courtyard, you usually eat lunch there with grim, deuce, and ace. “Human!” Sebek shouted as he approached your Little group. Ace almost dropped his lunch at Sebek s booming voice, while deuce instantly looked ready to fight if Sebek made a single wrong move. “I need to speak to you. Alone.” He Said staring down at you, a very apparent scowl on his face. You looked at him like how he imagines a small animal looks seconds before death. “Uhh yeah for sure.” You respond, as you grab your bag, and put your lunch away. Leading inside, to a quiet hallway is when he starts asking questions, “are you planning on going back to your own world when Crowley… finds a way back for you…” straight to the Point as always, but you don’t miss the meek tone in his voice. A very sharp contrast from what he was portraying mere seconds ago.

“Uhhh I’m not sure yet, why?” You question, very very confused. Sebek puffs his chest out, almost smug, as he says “no reason. Goodbye now.” And walks away. You stand there absolutely confused out of your mind, and when you return to your friends, you just… sit there… for a moment. Later in the day however you overhear a specific someone talking to another specific someone “I told you [name] wouldn’t be leaving.” Sebek’s booming and prideful voice could be heard even though you were outside the classroom, “well you never specifically said that, but a win is a win I suppose.” Lilia said with a sigh, faking defeat, “but does them considering staying mean that you’ll be asking them out? May solidify their decision to stay here.” Sebek is frozen at Lilia’s words, to which Lilia only laughs. And when you walk into the classroom sebek’s face turns into a deep frown of shame, surprise, and absolute despair, to which you and Lilia absolutely lose it over.

— Malleus —

You cant leave him. You shouldn’t leave him. Malleus wants the one person who he has ever loved this way, to stay by his side, to rule with him, to love him as he loves you. Of course you aren’t… dating… yet, so he doesn’t have any way of telling you these feelings without sounding scary as hell, and Even he knows that. So he expresses it in a… less… obvious way I suppose. “[name]?” He asks, while you’re on one of your late night walks together. Usually he’s rambling on about the gothic architecture of the school, but Today he’s been unusually quiet. Until now of course. “Yes?” You ask, looking over at him where he was already looking right at you.

“What was your life like? Back in your realm, I mean.” He simply asks. You have to think on that for a minute actually, It’s such a strange question that you truthfully didn’t expect from malleus. It’s to the point where you wonder if there’s hidden meaning behind it. “Well, it was good for the most part. I mean… I miss my family, and friends, so that must show how good it was Haha” you say with a sad smile. You really have been feeling homesick these past few days, and malleus’s question kinda sent you over the edge. Before long, tears start falling from your face, malleus stops dead in his tracks to embrace you as soon as he realizes your crying.

He realizes you miss your own life, in your own realm, but He cant help but feel upset, and possessive. He wants you to stay with him, he wants you to love him the way he loves you, he wants to hold you like this forever if that’s what it took to keep you by him. “It’s alright, child of man.” Is the only thing that slips past his lips. He bites his tongue as to hold back all the words he wants to spew, about how he loves you, how you can stay here with him! And how he would miss you ever so dearly if you left… “I’m sure Crowley will find a way back for you.” His mouth grows dry at his own words, and his voice shakes. You look up at him, to see him not looking at you, but straight ahead, tears falling down his face. He wants to scream how much he loves you, how much he wants to protect you, but he can’t. He knew that would break your heart, and his own if he did.

[honibumii]

« Im sure a little witch could get away with some fun cursing time... Hehehe...... »

› Hebe Göttel officially arrives to the Witch team at Pumpkin King event !!

VOICELINES

🪸"Trick or treat?" Pffff. Just say trick, buddy. No way im treating anyone with anything.

🪸Vil hates this costume. Its GREAT!

🪸Oh! Floyd made me some marshmallows for the festival! ...Huh? You want one? Heh, good luck ripping them out of my cold, dead hands!

🪸Ive never been to a "Halloween" before... I hope its fun.

🪸Thank god I have Ace on the team to balance out the fanboyish histeria, else Id have already choked Sebek to death with my ribbons.

🪸Finding Yuya? HA! Nice one. I just want to jumpscare people! And look pretty!!

🪸A team with all profs looks kinda scary...

🪸I had never own one before, so Mr Azul and the twins made this costume specifically for me! Mr Azul thinks it looks so cute on me that he is putting me as a special showoff guest at the Mostro Lounge Halloween night tomorrow.

🪸These pants are SO comfy, I love them!!

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THIS WAS SO FUNNNN I LOVED IT!!!! A million thanks to @cheerleaderman for the AWESOME INCREDIBLE MAGESTIC FAN EVENT!! I hope ive done it kinda acceptable tho this is the first time I do simucard or a full colored drawing of him like that anyways PPL PARTICIPATE IN THIS ITS SUPER FUNNNN

[whatchuwaitinfor]

Taking A Rest

Sebek X Prefect

Summary: Sebek is struggling mentally with thinking Malleus and Silver don’t like him nor care about him. Yuu wants Sebek to rest for once in his life but Sebek had to be convinced by Lilia to go with Yuu for a rest. Sebek thought that resting would make him slow and weak but now he seems to like this ‘resting’ thing if he’s doing it with Yuu.

Silver… everytime I do something extraordinary, Silver gets more attention still from Malleus. I just want to be told that I am appreciated and loved by him… my older brother figure.

There was an evening where Yuu came to the Diasomnia dorm to be around me and mentioned that they wish for me to slow down and take a rest. My mind was boggled at the thought of resting, I thought it would make me slow and weak. Too much of those two things to protect Malleus from harm. But that thought was a misleading one according to Master Lilia. He told me that my grandfather learned to have a ‘work-life’ balance. One that made him more effective to protect Malleus’ mother. He found what he was fighting for and just fighting for your queen or your king was not good enough to be effective on the battlefield to protect them. My grandfather was also fighting for his family and friends. They gave him more motivation to remain vigilant and strong on the battlefield. Resting is how he found that epiphany. Lilia told me that he couldn’t find said epiphany and all his life during those days was to fight then to train, fight then to train, etcétéra. Day in, day out. He’s surprised he even survived. That life-style he played was simply fatiguing, one where he felt no emotion for those he killed; and he wishes Silver and I to not face it. He told me Silver rests while on his own accord or not because of his issues and whatever he gets in rest, he makes up for in training. Malleus does the same, he spends half his time doing things he enjoys and the other half studying and schooling in general. He now rests more than trains, but that is expected for his age, he said. Each and every word he’s told me has been in my mind and now I will try to gain a ‘life-work’ balance if it will make me more helpful to Malleus. Master Lilia also wants me to find what else I’m fighting for other than my king. This is a hard egg to crack.

I look to Yuu and say, “Human, I would like to rest with you.” I don’t know why I chose the human over my brothers and father figure but I did. This seemed to please Master Lilia and Yuu was surprised but they placed a finger on their chin and decided, “Let’s rest with something you might enjoy, taking a walk.” So we put on something warm and went outside into the cold dark night.

The breeze was a nice breeze for any human to run around without a jacket on. But of course, I left mine on. Crocodiles cannot be out in the cold without layers. Stupid human. Anyway, we walked and talked. The North Star was bright and a beautiful sight to behold, surrounded by soft clouds and no moon that night. I spoke so highly about it and mentioned that my characters in my books follow that star along with a needle compass if they cannot find it. Since that’s what we do in Briar Valley and what other countries used to do. They spoke that they want to take photos of it for their art they create. But after an hour of this walk, they started to get cold and wished to sit down on a bench nearby us. They put on their jacket that I made them bring and sat beside me on the bench.

A stray dog came by us and wanted to play, it handed a slobbery ball in my hand and I said, “Is it sure it wants me to throw it? It will be running for miles if it does.” The dog only looked up at the ball excitedly and I looked back at Yuu and they shrugged. I threw the ball in a direction for the pup and it ran after it. But I heard the ball drop nearby, me of all people and only a minute later, the dog was back with the ball, wagging its tail and dropping the round object at my feet. I stared at my hand and I was astonished. “Is this rest making me weak?!” I cannot have that! Malleus needs a knight of strength. Not a knight of weakness! Yuu shook their head and informed me, “You cannot get weak from one measly rest, especially one that’s walking. You might’ve just had an instinct of wishing to care for a creature lesser than you, the ball fell closer by so the dog’s energy wouldn’t be gone within the first throw. It’s a human thing.” I looked at Yuu and sighed, I picked up the ball and threw it again and as the dog rushed after it and brought it back, my throw got less and less. But the excitement I gave that dog made me feel so appreciated, so loved. But when helping Malleus, I feel under appreciated and I’ll be it… unloved. More like a nuisance. As I picked up the ball and threw it another time, I watched as the dog ran after it. But this time, the dog stopped and just sat by us. He wasn’t excited or happy, I panicked and tried to grab the ball again but the dog took it in his mouth, and looked at me and once I let him be, he dropped it and laid down.

I looked at Yuu, “Human! Why is it not dropping the ball at my feet anymore?!” Yuu looked confused and said, “Have you never had a pet before? Branwen doesn’t count.” I shook my head, “No, none of us had pets before that I know of, my father used to but not anymore.” Yuu sighed, “Alright… The dog just needs a rest, you tuckered him out. But in about ten minutes, he’ll try and hand you that ball again.” I looked at the dog who looked up at me and I nodded, “Right. Okay.” I then stared ahead, quietly. I couldn’t think of anything to talk about or say but I remember what Yuu said a bit ago, it has registered and has now begun to bug me but I don’t know why I’m not too upset. I hear Yuu speak, “You being quiet is a scary thing, are you alright?” I looked over at them and responded, “Oh nothing, I was just thinking about something.” Yuu looked at me and asked, “About what?” I sighed and leaned back on the bench. “What you said earlier about me wanting to care for a lesser creature, you said it was a human thing and I’m not necessarily mad about it but it worries me if anything.” Yuu looked at me confusedly. “I’m worried that if I accept my humanity, will I be allowed to return to Briar Valley? I was allowed to stay there because of Lilia, my mom, my siblings and the fact that I ‘was fae enough they guessed’. I may be Malleus’ guard, but would that still be enough? It’s better to be fully human there than half one. I’m an abomination to most of the fae there and yet they tolerate me, but if I were to accept my humanity, would they tolerate it?! They despise humans there!” Yuu looked worriedly at me and placed a hand on my shoulder, “They allow Silver there and I know you said being a full human there is better than a half fae but are you so sure about that?” I shook my head, “It feels like I should be sure…” Yuu sighed, “Sebek, if they try and keep you from staying at Briar Valley, you know Lilia is going to make them allow you to as well as Malleus—” I got Yuu’s hand off my shoulder and said, “The thing is, I’m not so sure Malleus would push for me to remain by his side, not even Branwen. I’m unsure about Silver’s stance on that too. But I know Lilia would.” I stared ahead, “My mother, sister and brother would…” Yuu leaned on me as the wind blew, they shivered. “I’m sure all of them would, Sebek. Despite how they act, they love you with every fiber of their being. Malleus, Branwen and Silver are the usual ‘big brothers’ that see their little sibling every day. Especially when their sibling is glued at the hip with them.” Yuu smiled reassuringly at me and I felt the corner of my mouth arch slightly. Then the dog came over with the ball and dropped it at my feet again. My smile got wider and more noticeable and I began to throw the ball for the dog again.

Some time in the evening went by and we made our way to Ramshackle Dorm. Yuu put on a movie and we ate a good dinner and watched it. A relationship in the movie was deteriorating because of the fact that the two leads are struggling with one feeling like they’re always giving and never receiving and Yuu was saddened by it, I could tell but they didn’t cry. At the end of the movie, I looked at them with concern and they said, “I’m fine, I never had a relationship where I felt like that or anything…” They smiled awkwardly and I arched my brow and argued, “I know you did, you consented to Lilia showing your memories you’re remembering from your life away from here to us.” Yuu sighed. “Alright alright… yeah, that scene of the one feeling used upset me.” I nodded, “It’s alright, human.” I reassured them. “I would like to get in something more comfortable than outside clothes. You can turn around.” They suggested. “Okay.” I affirmed what they said and turned around. Yuu got up and spoke, “Though I don’t mind if you watch me, I’d think your ‘knight’s chivalry honor’ or whatever would make you freak out if you did.” I was confused and before I said anything, I noticed they were struggling with something. “Do you need help?” I asked and they sighed, “Yeah, I’m struggling to get my bra off.” I nodded, “Then I shall close my eyes whilst helping you.” Yuu shrugged, “I’ll guide your hands then.” They turned their back to me and I closed my eyes, put my hands out and they helped me feel for the back strap and I unhooked it. Then I turned around once again. “I don’t understand why you care, because even within the knight’s code, I’d be considered an object, a harlot.” Yuu said and I felt offended that they would think that me and any other knight would consider them a harlot. But I held my tongue about that lecture for now. Yuu then walked over next to me in a night dress, placed a hand on my shoulder and let me know, “You can look now.” I turned to look at them and that’s when I decided to tell them, “To be honest, I only look away because I wish for you to feel important.” That seemed to have caught Yuu off-guard and they blushed. “I…” they couldn’t speak.

I took that moment to start my lecture and scold, “A knight’s code doesn’t discriminate against any femme presenting person and being in general. A knight is always chivalrous to any femme presenting person who’s been insulted or treated badly. If I were to witness the femme person being insulted or hurt and I do not step in, I must rid myself with my own blade or beg for forgiveness, especially if I am the one to hurt them. If I witness foul activity like that of soliciting the femme presenting person who isn’t consenting, I must duel that person or fellow knight most likely to the death. Every femme presenting person is royalty and above you no matter how little or many partners they have! That is the knight’s code of chivalry. That and that alone. No discrimination. Just respect and worship.” Yuu looked shocked and albeit a little lost, so I shortened my rant apologetically, “No matter who you are Yuu, a knight’s code of chivalry counts you as a power I must respect, protect and make sure you feel as important as you are.” I smiled partially, to be honest I was feeling quite cocky. Yuu blushed furiously and scolded me, “Alright that’s enough, idiot!” I felt a frown come to my face, “Not the response I hoped to hear,” I then grinned again because I felt a laugh coming on, knowing how Yuu can be. “But I can’t say I didn’t expect it.” I added and Yuu leaned in me and punched my chest, it felt like a mosquito bit me, “Just stop… idiot.” I held Yuu close and said, “Very well, human.”

The coo-coo clock in the lounge struck the curfew time of ten at night and I gasped, “I hadn’t gotten permission from Malleus to stay here tonight! I have to go, it’s curfew!” I released Yuu and ran toward the door to leave the lounge. But I paused and looked back at Yuu, “Sorry human, I’ll see you in the morning!” I said and I went over and kissed Yuu on the cheek then I ran out the lounge and out the doors of Ramshackle.

Once I returned to the Diasomnia dorm, I processed what I just did and I grinned at myself and looked at the mirror I’d just come through. Honestly huffing and puffing from my run here. Lilia appeared behind me and teased me, “You’re back past curfew, how was your date~ with Yuu?” I looked back, “I don’t know, was it a date? Regardless, I enjoyed my resting time and I believe I know now what I’m fighting for. Thank you master Lilia. I must get some sleep now.” I bowed at Lilia and then went toward my bedroom and saw Silver in the hallway who looked at me with a teasing grin, “Did you enjoy your time with Yuu?” He also teased me (a given), and I couldn’t be mad, “Yes actually. Goodnight Silver.” I went toward my bedroom and Silver seemed to be shocked that I didn’t react, he asked, “Did you find Malleus? He hasn’t come back tonight.” He was trying to make me react negatively in his eyes, loud and boisterous. “Malleus has Branwen, he’ll be fine.” I say behind gritted teeth. Then I heard Master Lilia pipe in to stop him, “Silver, leave the boy alone! You go get Malleus’ roaming ass. Goodnight Sebek!” I am relieved that Lilia stepped in and I smiled and remembered my resting night with Yuu as I got dressed to go to bed and plopped on my it, slowly falling asleep in a blissful daze.

[distant-velleity]

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The party's not over yet, you know?

A/N: Yu angst time (again)! Thiiiis one is a little worse than the other GloMas drabble imo but--fuck it we ball. I love ruining his life. Enjoy <33

taglist: @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @casp1an-sea @elenauaurs @skriblee-ksk

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The ballroom is too loud. Too overwhelming. Thankfully, the nighttime air looks cold enough—he goes to take a walk. 

Or tries to.

“Where are you going, ▮▮▮▮▮▮?”

That’s not his name. He knows that’s not his name. He doesn’t know whose name it is, but they definitely have the wrong person.

(Surely.)

He turns around, and sees the people he’d started to tentatively consider friends or at least acquaintances. Deuce, Epel, Riddle, Sebek. Azul. Jamil. Ruggie. Silver. Rook. Idia. Yue’er. Everyone who he’d gone on the NBC trip with.

It must be a lucky day if they all want something to do with him. Or maybe there’s something wrong and they need his help for some reason?

He makes to take off his mask, so that he can talk properly with them. It doesn’t budge.

It… doesn’t budge?

Why can’t he take it off? He can barely breathe. They’re talking to him and he can barely breathe. He can’t even correct them now, can’t say that they have the wrong person. 

(A thought hits him. Hey, wouldn’t it be hilarious if it turned out they don’t care enough to remember his name?)

Someone extends a hand to him.

“The party’s hardly over yet. Don’t you want to share a dance, ▮▮▮▮▮▮?”

“Yeah, no thanks.” That isn’t his voice. That’s not his voice, and these aren’t his words. Why— “Wouldn’t you want to dance with that other friend of yours? Yuhua.”

The name slips out before he realizes it.

Like a switch has been flipped, they start muttering.

“You can stop being coy, you know…”

“Yeah, we’d rather have you around than Yuhua.”

“He’s a little too…”

“Isn’t he ever going to take the hint?”

“It’s not like we actually need him…”

“I don’t know how to break it to him…”

Oh.

The smile remains on his mask of a face, but his heart sinks. His chest tightens.

So that’s how it is. 

That’s how they really feel about him. Is it about him? He doesn’t know who he is anymore. This mask is as good as “him,” surely. It’s easier, like this. He doesn’t want to be that other person, anyway. 

(What a fool.)

Yes, they like him better like this. 

(At what cost?)

His face burns, but his smile doesn’t waver.

(He wants to cry.)

“I… see. Let’s dance, then.”

They smile back at him, more genuine than he’s ever seen them before. Lightheaded, he takes someone’s hand—

Yuhua wakes up before that scene can continue. He’s already sitting up before he knows it. Sweat mats his hair and sticks his bangs to his forehead. He can’t breathe right, chest heaving and heart racing from… from whatever the hell that was. 

A dream. Yeah. It was just a dream…! Nothing more. That would never happen to him. Right? They’d at least have the sense to find a different person… before talking behind his back… right…?

Ugh. It hurts just thinking about it. Yuhua sighs and wipes away his already-drying tears. 

It’s probably just the stress of the last few days getting to him. This is only his first night back in Ramshackle after coming back from the whole firelotus debacle, anyway. 

It was just a dream, he reminds himself again. There won’t be any more of them, and they can’t hurt you.

Still, he can’t fall back asleep.

[writingfool001]

Reader w/ Mechanical Limbs Meet Sebek's Mother

Author’s Note: I quite enjoy that you've stuck around, Lix. I hope the holidays and new years were kind to you. I am mainly going off the various fan art of Sebek’s family as well as information from @meatteabusinessmagazine. I also had an idea of how this would go then tried to figure out the in between so it may not have turned out as expected. 

Request: yes by @elizyo23 

Think you can get rid of me that easily wrong anyways in one of the fic I requested ( robotic arms w/ the reader) in Sebek apart it mentioned something about meeting his family I think you know where I’m going but robotic arm reader meets Sebek family 

Pairing: Sebek x Gn! Reader 

Warning: Reader has both robotic limbs, it was rushed at the end, and if anything else, tell me.

  One may say that Sebek has come a long way from looking down on others and it was a bit irritating when you met him. He used to look at your mechanical limbs as an advantage before he realized the truth behind them and started to get better at not looking down on others. Especially after finding out about your mechanical arms, he realized that some people needed prosthetics, not for power, but to go about day-to-day life like you. He would lightly lecture you when you didn’t take care of yourself, help you on repair days when you needed it, and made sure you were feeling no physical pain. If it’s sunny, he would notice quickly if you were overheating and offer water. He tried to deny favoritism when Ace and Epel brought it up, but we all know the truth. 

You two have grown into a small routine here and there which gave you both more time by each other and Sebek eventually asked you out. You would tell one another about your lives and there was a time when Sebek brought up how he didn’t understand why his mother fell in love with a human before you pointed out that he fell in love with you. That was the beginning of him realizing what his mother saw in his father while dating you, it ended up causing him to attempt to be more open to his father. 

He invited you to meet his family during winter break, which you accepted since you had no personal plans yourself for the time being. What you didn’t expect was how cold Briar Valley got during the winter as the brisk air blew right through you when you stepped off the broom to see some snow falling gracefully while you took in the beauty of the scenery of his home. You readjusted your gloves, ones that Lilia gave you for your birthday, and were about to pick up your bag before getting a soft scarf wrapped around your neck. 

“Your cheeks are starting to turn red,” Sebek pointed out, securing the scarf on you. “I don’t need you getting sick.” 

“Where would I be without my worry wort of a lover,” You laugh a bit before placing your hand on his cheek, causing him to blush a bit then looked away with blush on his face. 

“Being a sick human who has the chance of dying.” 

“Then I would just haunt you in the afterlife.” You smiled as he guided you towards the door and held it open for you then closed it behind him. You made sure to brush off the snow before entering the warm home to be welcomed by his father as you took off your heavier coat  

“Ah, welcome home Sebek,” His father welcomed with a smile as Sebek thanked him before introducing you to him and. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Sebek has told us many things about you.” 

“Has he?” You asked, looking at Sebek with the smuggest face you could make as his face was adorned with a familiar rosy hue on his cheeks then turning back to the older man in front of you who held a handout in front of you before shaking it. “It’s a pleasure meeting you.” 

“It must be freezing outside, come warm your hands up around the fire.”  

“Oh, my hands are still a little cold from the fly over here.” You respond before he guided you to what you assumed to be the living room, as Sebek took your stuff upstairs, and was met with a tall woman who before you assumed to be his mother as an older man sitting on of the armchairs. 

“Ah! You must be my Sebek’s lover!” The tall woman welcomed you warmly after noticing you enter with her husband and then hugged you. She insisted you sit down before her husband handed you a cup of warm tea as Sebek joined you all. She introduced herself as his mother and her husband took a seat next to her. You all started talking and told them about yourself after they wanted to get to know more about you, before his mother disappeared and pulled out baby photos of him as you drank your tea. Feeling semi warm liquid drop onto your pants and heard the chipping of porcelain, you look down to see the teacup broken and realized you accidentally crushed the teacup which also spilt tea on your gloves.   

“I’m so sorry,” You apologized profusely as you made sure that none of the spilt tea got on the album then were reassured it was alright and she helped you clean up the mess then handed you a towel to dry your hands. You dried them the best you could then before you continued to sit next to Sebek. 

After a while, you winced a bit as you massaged where your arm met your flesh, remembering how bad the cold affects your limb, and hid the pain the best you could as you listened to his family talk about Sebek. You crossed your arms and gripped your hand against your upper arm, hearing the metal creak a bit, and bit the inside of your cheek. You felt Sebek put a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump a little, before looking over to see him with a concerned expression. You tried to reassure him you were fine, but he wasn’t listening to you and excused you both before taking you to his bedroom, telling his family that you both needed a moment. 

Even though your prosthetics were light and up to date, you still had drawbacks such as pain in the joints, touching people with your cold metal hands, as well as the occasional struggle to move your hand. 

He guides you to the bed before telling you to sit down and hand you a towel to dry your hands then disappear to his closet, you look around his room to see the bedroom Sebek grew up in after removing your gloves. While drying your hands off, you noticed the painting of Malleus, it felt as if he was staring down at you and shrugged it off as Sebek returned with a sweater for you. 

“I swear, you don’t take care of yourself sometimes.” He lightly lectured you as he helped slip the warm garment on. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner that you were having problems with your arms?” 

“It’s been so long since you’ve seen your family,” You reasoned as he placed his hand over the areas where the joints met the flesh before you felt the warming effect and let out a sigh of relief then leaned your head against his chest.  “I wanted you to not have to worry about me. Besides, I must get your mother a replacement for the teacup I broke when my hand locked up.” 

The ack began to fade after a while then before you reassured him you were truly fine and wanted to return downstairs. As Sebek opened the door, Sebek’s mother was there with a worried expression. She asked if you were fine and you told her you were as you before noticing her staring at your hands, your exposed hands. You tried to explain yourself as she approached and then took your hands into hers then traced the seams, staring with amazement and something else.  As you scanned her face, you realized what it was as she took your hands then surrounded them with adoration in her eyes. 

“Such beautiful hands, nothing wrong with them, dear.” His mother reassured you and patted your head gently. 

“Mother, could we possibly make the living room warmer?” Sebek asked, breaking your two from your small moment. “The cold causes pain in their shoulders where the arm meets the prosthetic.” 

“Oh dear! I apologize, why didn’t you say something earlier?!” His mother gasped before pulling you against her, giving you a warming embrace then guiding you two back to the living room where the rest of Sebek’s father was to see his older siblings chatting with their dad. Sebek kissed your cheek and whispered that it would be alright before his sister pulled in for a hug. You stood off to the side, watching Sebek interact with them, before you felt a hand on your shoulder to see Sebek’s mother, smiling at you fondly then offered her hand to you to take. You smile and take her hand before guiding you into the room. This was going to be a good family, a very welcoming one.  

[miss-tc-nova]

Empty - TWST Reader/Yuu

Hmm, I think this one could be fixed up, but I think I’m done with it now. It was originally merged with another one that I might work on later, but I pulled out a chunk and built off that for this one. Anyway, have some angst!

Premise: Reader/Yuu finally has power and is using it in kind

Warning: Major character death

Words: 2,453

~~~~~

              Fire rages across the yard. The screams and shouts of the school boys does nothing as the cold, azure flames consume their magic. Against my ear rumbles a pleased purr and I indulge him with a scritch of the chin. His blue eyes glint with glee while his mouth wears that mischievous grin.

              My name reaches through the chaos and I pause.

              Before me stands three familiar faces from long ago. One belongs to an old mentor, the light half of his hair now black with the rest. Still, even so many years later, he cuts an imposing figure like he’s about to punish me as he used to. Two others are those of classmates—people I once stood by. But I have no mercy for those who stand in my way.

              I greet them kindly. “It’s good to see you again, Professor Crewel, Riddle, Trey.”

              “You have no right to stand on the grounds of Night Raven College.” The fiery red-head draws his scepter. “Leave at once.”

              “Yet here I am.” The feline’s face rubs against my own. In the face of my smile, the man frowns. “Oh come now, just because I didn’t graduate doesn’t mean I’m not an alumnus. This school should be proud of my accomplishments.”

              “There’s no pride in senseless destruction,” Riddle argues.

              “Who told you it was senseless?” Their frowns deepen. “No, every drop of blood spilt had its purpose.”

              “Are you telling me you’re hunting our old classmates?” asks Trey.

              “Oh, very good. But not quite right. You see, I had a list.”

              My own staff sparks to life in my grasp. The sleek black pole is topped with a white, metal skull wearing a golden crown. From beneath it hangs a necklace with charms like golden fangs; a curled, violet shell; and a crimson feather paired with a red gem. At the sight of my weapon, the once-imposing Riddle steps back. It widens my smile to see him understand.

              And cower.

              Trey glances between us and I see the understanding click. “You’re after the overblotters.”

              “There you go! Not top of the class but never disappointing, were you Trey.”

              “But why?”

              My grip on the staff tightens and an old ache dances across my chest. “Why? You witnessed the incident first-hand and you’re asking me WHY?!” At the rise of my voice, Trey retreats. “Do you not remember the destruction he wrought?! The pain he caused you?!” My arm outstretches. “The bones he broke?! I suffered at the hands of each and every overblotter. There were no apologies. No thanks for saving them. No, they all went about their happy little lives as if they didn’t try to MURDER ME!” The cat has begun kneading in anticipation. “And I think a little pay back is long overdue.”

              “Enough yapping.” The draw of Crewel’s wand is sharp and he steps in front of the younger man. “Leave this instant.”

              Waving a finger, I tut at my former teacher. “My apologies, Professor, but I won’t be leaving without what I came for.”

              “Yours is a vain task. Malleus Draconia also succumbed to his overblot and there’s no hope that a magicless mortal like you could defeat him.”

              A chuckle starts low, rising into a fit of laughter I can’t contain. It disturbs them.

              “It’s no surprise you haven’t heard yet; the entirety of Briar Valley is still struggling to come to terms with it.”

              “What are you barking about now?”

              “I admit, Silver, Sebek, and Lilia put up a valiant fight to defend him—”

              I reach into my robes. The object I toss towards them clatters across the concrete, coming to a stop before the three men. Color drains from their faces as they come to recognize the twisted black horn.

              “—But even the great King of Briar Valley couldn’t escape his fate.”

              Struck speechless are the younger men. Crewel’s grey eyes are glued to the item at their feet. They now understand what they face.

              “Run,” he says.

              My companion on my shoulder crouches.

              “Abandon Riddle and you may live,” I warn. “Hide him from me and you too will meet the same end.”

              Crewel repeats his order. “RUN!”

              The trio bolts. I expected as much.

              “Grim, devour.”

              The cat leaps, consumed by blue fire. Four massive paws meet the ground, lined with deadly talons. Ebony wrings stretch into the sky while a mane of dark tentacles and cold flame line his neck. Glowing eyes follow the target. A deafening roar is all the warning he gives before taking chase.

              My partner enjoys his game of cat and mouse as I recollect the latest artifact in my collection. It doesn’t take long for me to find the last of his fun. Sprawled along the steps to the Main Building are Trey and Crewel. It seems they didn’t heed my warning.

              That’s on them.

              At the top of the steps is my feline, my prey cornered against the door to the castle.

              “Did the Headmage lock you out?” I call, making my way closer. “That’s not entirely surprising. He always did think of himself first.”

              “J-Just let me go.”

              It’s always fun to see a prodigal mage begin to break. “Now now, Riddle.” I wave my staff towards him. “It’s not fair for you to miss out on the fun.”

              “It was fifteen years ago.”

              “That’s a long time to let a grudge fester.”

              “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I’m sorry. You’re right that I took what you did for granted. I’ll do anything to repay you. Just name it.”

              “It’s a little to late for those now.” Between him and the dire beast, I stand.

              “Please! I was just a kid!”

              My staff forces his gaze to mine. “So was I.”

~~~~~

              The locks to the front door are no match for the beast at my side. I leave him to enjoy himself while I wander inside. In my robes, I tuck away the small crown—my latest prize.

              Very few people are left in the castle to scatter. I let them pass, not interested in the insects in my path. Instead, my feet take me towards the castle’s heart, where all this trauma began.

              The massive mirror floats, serene and mysterious as it always has been. Ire draws me to it. At my approach, the mask inside reveals itself, staring down at me with those empty eyes.

              “It started with you, all those years ago.” My hand glides along the ornate frame. “You told me that the nature of my soul was unclear. No magical power, soundless, colorless, shapeless. Utterly vacant. Well what about now?” Its pensive nature continues while I grin smugly. “Would I be in Ignihyde for my diligence? Or Savanaclaw for my persistence? Or maybe Pomfiore for my tenacity? What is it you see in me now, you wretched mirror?”

              Scrutiny roams my figure, taking in the past fifteen years of work I endured, before it finally speaks.

              “Unfathomable emptiness.”

              I hardly stop to think before drawing my staff back to shatter the thing. Glass shards rain to the floor almost musically. A seething hatred boils beneath my skin.

              “Still lying to yourself, I see.”

              Energy flows into my weapon, reaching out to snatch up the onlooker before flinging him across the room. Rolling across the floor is the very last name on my list.

              Dire Crowley.

              “So you actually decided to come out.” With renewed composure, I stroll towards him. “Not cowering behind some hapless student as I expected you to be.”

              The fact that he can stand and dust himself with such composure irritates me. “With the fall of King Draconia, I see little use in trying to escape. How kind of me to save you the trouble of finding me.”

              “Do not speak to me of kindness!” I snap. “It’s your fault we’re here—you and that damn mirror!”

              “I already told you, you were destined to be here, along with every other villain.”

              “I’m only the villain because that’s what you made me!”

              “You’re a villain because that’s what you chose to be.”

~~~~~ 15 Years Ago ~~~~~

              I rock back and forth on the spot. An hour has gone by since I started waiting, but judging by the voices through the doors, the housewarden meeting is nearly done. I’ve been trying to track down the headmage for weeks now and I’ve begun to think he’s dodging me. Now, though—unless he’s willing to leap out the window—he can’t escape me.

              A jolt of pain shocks my chest. Fingers lightly touch my chest, aware of the tight bandages beneath the clothing. Memories of the massive dragon talon piercing my lungs rattle my heart. Pressing against the wall, I try to stuff down the terror—letting the fear take over will only aggravate my injuries.

              My attention spikes when the door opens. The housewardens, their vice housewardens, and the teachers filter past, ignoring my presence. Just as the headmage begins his escape, I hurry forward to prevent him from leaving.

              “Headmage Crowley, I’m glad I finally caught you.”

              He appears nervous. “Ah, yes, how can I generously lend you my ear this time, prefect?”

              For privacy’s sake, I close the doors behind me. “I wanted to speak to you about going home.”

              His sigh doesn’t bode well. “I see, this subject again.”

              I press on. “It’s been an entire year. Surely you’ve made some progress by now.”

              Usually eccentric and avoidant, Crowley’s seriousness weighs on me. “Unfortunately, still no progress has been made towards finding your home, let alone a way back. I’m sorry.”

              “Oh…”

              “Yet, in spite of your magical impairment, I see the depths of your potential.”

              Something ominous washes over me, shaking the air as it leaves my chest. “What do you mean?”

              “You’re smart. You know this school isn’t filled with the purest of heart, no matter what secrets you’ve uncovered. This school fosters the black sheep—those with incredible magical ability wielded by hearts filled with strife.” Darkness rolls off him in droves as those glowing, yellow eyes stare me down. “The Dark Mirror chooses every student for a reason.”

              “Are you saying I’m…”

              He shares not even a shred of sympathy. “Every villain has their backstory. Perhaps it’s time to embrace yours.”

              Reality flooding through my veins, I feel I may just collapse. He was right about the sins rampant in this place; every student here had hidden truths ready to cut one another with. They would just as soon stab each other in the back than go to class.

              Still, that I might be more like them than I was first led to believe is rattling.

              “No. No, that’s not true.”

              “Lie to yourself all you like; it will only prove me right.”

              “No, there must be a way home! This has all been one giant mistake! Your stupid mirror can’t even figure out where it got me from so I’m not even supposed to be here! You promised to find me a way back! You—”

              Crowley’s staff strikes the floor, silencing me like a spell. “It can’t be done.” His gloved hand extends to me as if to offer alms, but golden adornments portray the claws he intends to snare me with. “But that’s alright. You have a place here, with friends, peers, and mentors who can help you harness that potential. With my generous guidance, you could become one of the most powerful people in Twisted Wonderland.”

              Having the last shreds of my old life torn from me, my head shakes in disbelief. Suddenly, I’m the one avoiding him as I bolt from the headmage’s office. No one spares a glance in my direction; from the castle all the way to the entrance gate, I’m alone.

              In Twisted Wonderland, I’ve been alone from the beginning.

~~~~~

              “I never chose to be here,” I snarl. “None of this was my choice! You think I wanted to get lost in a world I didn’t know? That I wanted to be attacked by people who could use magic? That I wanted to learn the same magic that almost killed me?!”

              A hand grazes his face. “I am quite fascinated at how a magicless person such as yourself became so powerful. How did you manage that?”

              For once, while face the man I despise most, a grin slips my lips. “Faeries.”

              “Pardon?”

              “Faeries. Just a handful of pesky little faeries and, suddenly, I could tap into the magic that everyone else had access to.”

              “I don’t understand. How were faeries involved?”

              “I killed them.”

              His mouth falls open.

              “It was an interesting little venture that certainly took some time—the flames of a house faerie, an island faerie’s heart, the crystal’s of an ocean faerie, golden hair from a healing faerie, and some good-old fashion pixie dust. Honestly, the ocean fae was probably the most difficult to kill. They were thought to be extinct long ago, but she was very much alive and kicking…Well not so much anymore.”

              “This is beyond the pale. Even villains know not to murder the fae in vain. What have you done?”

              “What I had to do to survive.” My staff points at him. “And to get my revenge.”

              His arms rise in surrender.

              “And after what I did to Malleus, you think a few measly fae are gonna make me back down? Perhaps if you had shown a little more kindness, you wouldn’t be choosing your own coffin. And maybe those precious students of yours would still be alive. You’re the reason I was brought here and suffered. You’re the reason your students are dead. This is your fault.”

              Crowley lowers his hands, staring at me. “You’re right. It’s my fault for bringing a monster into Twisted Wonderland.”

~~~~~

              Strolling down the steps, I see there’s no one left alive to try and extinguish the flames, leaving it barren and cold.

              The dire beast bounds up the stairs to meet me. At my feet, he becomes the cat I’ve known from the beginning. He was the only one at my side and the only one who cared. It’s fitting that he would be the one standing at my side even in the end.

             “Did you have fun, my little Grim?”

             “Yeah! Fresh magic tastes the best!” Claws grab onto my robe as he climbs his way up. “Did you get him?” 

              “Yeah. He’s gone.”

              His face rubs against mine again. “Do you feel better now? Are you happy?”

              I pause my walk, staring out at the burning grounds. People had hurt me here; they chased me, hit me, belittled me, and now they’re all gone. And yet there’s still something missing. I’m not happy. I don’t feel better. Nothing’s changed at all.

              “No. I feel...”

~~~~~

Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

[quartztwst]

GUESS WHOS BACK!!

i dont mind hearing about your ocs yk.. Especially about Edmond and Rene 🥺🥺 *twirls hair and bashes my eyelashes cutely*

- ⭐

Omg you really do? *shyly brushes a strand of hair behind my ear* teehee ok....

LMAOO HELPNEMR

ANYWAYS

Um.. Edmond is the green Powerpuff girl (I ONLY HAVE SCREENSHOTS OF THEM BECAUSE I LOST THEM WAHAHHWHAH)

Edmond Pierre

Dorm: Pomefiore

Grade: 3rd year (Junior)

Class: 3-D (N. 18)

Birthday: March 20 (Pisces)

Age: 18

Height: 178 cm

Dominant hand: Right

From: Land of Proxyene/City of Flowers

Club: Equestrian club

Favorite subject: Defense magic

Likes: Fancy or expensive items.

Dislikes: Frogs, anything slimy

Favorite food: Pasta

Dislike food: Fish

Specialty: Singing

Family: Rene Pierre (younger brother), Cedric Étoile (younger stepbrother)

Edmond Pierre is the oldest of the siblings, and he carries his head up high. He acts prim and proper and always orders his younger brother, Rene, to do the same. He isn't as loud as Sebek, but he isn't as smart as Vil. Although his attitude makes him appear smart, he is actually really bad at his classes. He has low grades, and he studies but manages to get off topic every time. He is also quite foolish too. He easily falls for sketchy things and praises. He has been in a contract with Azul before, in which Cedric bailed him out of it. Although he seems cold, he actually has a big heart for both of his brothers. He carries a lot of guilt and is ignorant about some things and his backstory (I'll get to that some other day).

This is Rene!!!

Rene Pierre

Dorm: Pomefiore

Grade: 1st year (Freshman)

Class: 1-A (N. 16)

Birthday: November 1 (Scorpio)

Age: 16

Height: 168 cm

Dominant hand: Right

From: Land of Proxyene/City of Flowers

Club: Board Game club

Favorite subject: Music

Likes: Practicing his flute

Dislikes: Constant nagging

Favorite food: Strawberry Shortcake

Dislike food: Pickles

Specialty: Street fighting

Family: Cedric Étoile (older stepbrother), Edmond Pierre (older brother)

Rene Pierre is the youngest of the siblings. He's quite quiet but he will speak his mind if something looks stupid as fuck. He's a very blunt dude and also does well in his studies. He's also takes a liking to things that are cute or a bit girlish, but he doesn't mind. He usually finds his older brother's, Edmond, nagging annoying. He admires his stepbrother, Cedric, a lot though. He's quite a rebellious kid too. He likes breaking rules when he has to. Although he sounds mean, he's actually a pretty friendly guy who just likes being honest to himself. He also really wants to knowledge his past and learn from it. He finds it annoying that his older brother doesn't want to also, so he is irritated by it.

"Omg what's their backstory"

UMMMM ILL GET TO THAT SOON this is just some basic info...

"Do they hate Jade Lee-"

Edmond hates the whole Octotrio and warns Rene about it every time they walk past them LMAOOOO

Their conversations always end up like:

[Edmond and Rene are standing in the halls talking before the Octotrio walks past them in their usual formation]

Edmond, gestures to the Octotrio: You see them, Rene? Remember, never talk to them. They are trouble. In my sophomore year, they-

Rene: Bro, this is like your 29th time telling me this. I know this shit.

Edmond: I'm just saying that-

Rene: DUDE.

[pomefioredove]

Hi there! I’d like to ask for a match-up please!

Pronouns-She/Her/They

Star sign: Virgo

Personality-

I’m a pretty introverted and spacey person who doesn’t go out of her way to interact with others IRL and am perfectly fine being on my own—I thrive on living in my own imagination anyways. INFP would best describe me. However if someone starts a conversation with me first, I don’t mind engaging with them either. I float from social group to social group, and as such, I don’t really have a set group of friends.

I consider myself a good judge of character and am not quick to trust others. It takes alot for me to open up to someone (bc I’m very anxious and nervous), and loyalty is very important to me. In fact I’d say I’m too suspicious of others at times and that makes me appear paranoid, cold, or stand-offish. On the other hand, I can be trusted with whatever secret you have. I’m the type that others tend to turn to for advice, even though I don’t necessarily think I’m good at providing it.

Another thing I pride myself on is my work ethic. I may procrastinate a lot and have a strange way of thinking, but I always get the job done. I don’t like letting others down and hate it when I am underestimated. I’m not a leader and prefer to follow, but can take charge if needed.

I hold grudges easily but forgive just as easily too. I have a big need for personal space and am not openly clingy or affectionate, and prefer more subtle or low-key ways of affection. All in all, I’m a flexible person who can adapt to many things.

Likes/Hobbies-Theater (particularly musicals), ancient history and mythology, Gothic literature, horseback riding, ice skating, photography, image editing, journaling, board games such as DnD, video games (mostly single player games, RPGS, visual novels, and otome games), cosplay, traveling, warm weather

Dislikes-Math, bigots, cold weather, rain, insects, seafood

For match-ups, I prefer not being matched with any staff or Sebek or Azul.

Thanks!

I match you with 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫

The First Impression:

Being a decent judge of character himself, Silver is able to guess many things about you from the start. Your seemingly cold demeanor doesn't bother him in the slightest, especially as someone who's had the same judgments made about him.

Why He Fell:

Silver's life is rather chaotic already. Between school, family matters, and his training, he rarely gets the time to breathe... which he's sort of trained himself out of needing, anyway.

Perhaps it's you, your caution and your space, that helps him slow down for a moment. It takes the both of you some time to become comfortable around one another (and Silver isn't one to push you into anything), though over time, you both recognize that there's something good in both of you.

Silver deeply admires your work ethic (as unconventional as it may be), your wide array of skills and interests, your trustworthiness, and your need for loyalty... the former of which he's happy to provide.

The Relationship:

Silver is stable, he's reliable, and he's devoted even to the point of beating himself up when he lets others down. Being surrounded by such powerful mages from childhood to present has left him with some high expectations for himself, which often leaves him feeling inadequate.

You're each other's "safe person", a breath of fresh air for when the guilt of letting other people down weighs on the both of you.

Love with Silver is simple. It's soft. It's bereft of the expectations and perceptions of others, which makes it feel special beyond words. There's no pressure to be a perfect couple, or to do PDA (he actually likes that your style of affection is more subtle), or to be good at it at all. Silver is patient, he's kind-hearted, he's loyal, and he's not going anywhere. He's just as new to this whole romance thing as you are, and he'll be glad to take his time working through the anxieties of it with you.

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HI BLAKE 💕 I just got in from the theatre so I'm a bit late BUT some prompts for you (Descendants or TWST or even OC, whatever speaks to your soul): 1. the light we strayed from, 12. sunlight sadness, 16. when the trees sleep 25. paper thin reality (no pressure to write all these ofc, just take what vibes <3)

HI SPARROW don't apologize for being late there was no pressure to respond in the first place. also what did you see at the theater. Anyway I went with TWST mostly because it lives in my brain at the moment.

the light we strayed from

"Shit," Silver hisses, jerking his thumb in surprise. He examines his hand with a cold sort of calmness, watching as a blot of red appears on the pad of his thumb. He observes the cut quietly, a strange fascination in his eyes. He doesn't appear to be in pain; then again, Lilia can't recall Silver vocalizing pain since he reached adolescence.

It was sort of unsettling, watching him spar with the equivalently aged Sebek. They would tussle and fight, and when Sebek won, Silver would stand tall, bruises shining purple in the light. But when Silver won, Sebek would sit on his rump and cry until Lilia or Malleus graced him with a healing spell.

"Goodness me," Lilia says, pressing a theatrical hand to his chest. "My little boy? Swearing?"

"Please, father," his beleaguered son sighs, pulling out his magical pen. He taps the bleeding hand twice, and then the skin is knitting itself back together.

Lilia observes as Silver hooks his pen back into his belt and sets about washing the excess blood from his skin. "That was probably the first spell I ever taught you, wasn't it?"

"Yes, to help with my training," Silver replies absently, distracted by getting soap underneath his fingernails. The running tapwater almost drowns out his voice.

"No," Lilia says, a little sharp. "It had nothing to do with your training."

Silver shuts off the water to turn around and raise an eyebrow at Lilia. "What? No? Sebek and I would use it after sparring, remember? We had to learn it so we would be allowed to use real swords."

Lilia smiles a little, because that's what Lilia does when the world gets a little too complicated for their little family. Lilia swings himself up onto the counter beside his son. It makes him taller than him, again; it felt like the blink of an eye, the time it took for Silver to go from tiny and toddling to grown and towering.

"I taught it to you when you were very, very young," he taps Silver on the nose, who startles, blinking at the offending finger, "because you kept sneaking out of my house and going off gallivanting through the woods. I was so worried you were going to get hurt," he sets a hand on Silver's head, who ducks a little, submitting to the affection. "But everytime I found you, you were talking to the birds."

I wonder where that little boy went, he thinks, but does not say. He knows. That little boy was lost in the grain and grooves of a sword.

2. sunlight sadness

“I miss the sun,” Ruggie sighs wistfully, tipping his face towards the faux sky of the Savanaclaw dorm. He’s splayed out on the sand, dressed in his dorm uniform, sans the boots.

“What are you talking about?” Jack asks, staring at him incredulously. “This is the sunniest dorm in the school. We don’t even have that shaded awning Scarabia has,” he’s baffled. The Savanaclaw dorm is a desert— magically made or not. It’s modeled after the Sunset Savanna, in everything from its hot sand to its palmy plants to its scorching afternoons. Sometimes Jack feels like the only member of the dorm from somewhere where it’s actually cold.

“It’s not the same.” Ruggie says, with a sarcastic sort of finality. His eyes are shut and his face is stil pointed up, letting the sunlight drip onto his cheeks. 

“It’s the sun.”

“No, it’s not.” He gestures widely with an arm. “It’s magic.”

“It feels like the sun to me.”

“Magic has a smell,” Ruggie tells him, opening his eyes. He curls his knees up to himself, and he sets his chin on top of them. It makes him look extraordinarily small. “It has a taste. A tang, really. If one of the dorms was snowy,” he continues, “wouldn’t you be able to tell the difference?”

Jack shifts in place, his silence conceding Ruggie’s point. With a sigh, he sits next to him, crossing his arms. He tilts his head up towards the sun, and let’s it cover him the way it’s covering Ruggie. It still doesn’t feel right.

“Have you ever been to the Savanna?” Ruggie asks. He’s setting his cheek on his knee, blinking inquisitive eyes at Jack.

He looks at him out of the corner of his eye. “Why would I have?”

Ruggie points to his ears. Then, he points to Jack’s. Jack smacks Ruggie’s hand out of the air. “I know that. You can’t possibly think all Beastmen live in the Savanna.”

Ruggie shrugs. “It just seems like a shame, is all.” He turns away, and then all Jack can see is the wavy poof of his hair, covering his profile. “You actually like Leona, and you aren’t even from the Savanna. Maybe if you were…” he’s quiet. “Maybe I should stop talking.” He chuckles.

“I wonder a lot why the mirror put me here,” Jack replies, unsettled. “But I think it’s because of him.”

“Maybe,” Ruggie concedes. “Maybe.”

I’ll do the other two in a few, thank you for the prompts, Sparrow <3