#blot! yuu

[sandbees]

What I think the Dark Mirror would say to my different AUs of Yuu's:

Disney Fanatic! Yuu - The nature of your soul is bright, such as a shooting star. I sense no magical power within this one, but your soul is imbedded with imagination stronger than any bestown upon me. Therefore, they belong to no dorm.

Blot! Yuu - The nature of your soul is...shapless, but a dark ink has surrounded this boundless soul. You have potential, but it is blocked by the fog around your soul. There is no magic, therefore, they belong to no dorm.

Addams Family! Yuu - The nature of your soul is...a darkness that streches out beyond your body. It reaches for those that attempt to harm you. It protects you, becoming a beast that would die for you. Your soul does not fit any dorm, therefore, no dorm would be appropriate.

Gem Hybrid! Yuu - The nature of your soul is...a pink rose, healing and calming. Your soul glistens like a diamond, however the pressure upon your soul dulls the potential you have. Your magic is purer than those in this room. Therefore, no dorm shall be assigned to this one.

Harry Potter! Yuu (Griffindoor) - The nature of your soul is...brave. Red and gold, your soul screams for adventure, willing to rebel against those who oppose you. The magic within you has shaped your soul to a Griffin, one that gives a cry that has already sorted you. Since you have already been sorted, I shall not assign you a dorm.

Harry Potter! Yuu (Ravenclaw) - The nature of your soul is...wise. Blue and bronze, your soul has settled to seek knowledge, your magic shaping it to a raven. The raven caws, a knowing look in its eyes, and it already knows that once you've been sorted. Since you have already been sorted, I shall not assign you a dorm.

Harry Potter! Yuu (Slytherin) - The nature of your soul is...cunning. Green and silver, your soul plans for the future fate has handed you. Your magic within the soul is strong, twisting it to a snake. The snake hisses, defensive as you have belonged to another. Since you have already been sorted, I shall not assign you a dorm.

Harry Potter! Yuu (Hufflepuff) - The nature of your soul is...loyal. Yellow and black, your soul can feel that this year will not be like others. The magic within you shifts in this world, forming a badger. The badger huffs, welcoming, but stern that you shan't be sorted. Since you have already been sorted, I shall not assign you a dorm.

Card Collector! Yuu - The nature of your soul is...interesting. Very, very interesting. The magic you possess is akin to Unique Magic. However, your soul is unable to wield it. The shape of your soul is boundless, nothing, unless you learn to wield it in the future. Therefore, your soul is fit for all dorms once it is shaped. Otherwise, there is no dorm that fits in the present time.

[dibbledoodle]

Blot dibs I’m obsessed 😭

Leona knows what he wants lmao

[prettybugsinbandages]

Idk how to tag anything properly but this is angst, little comfort and dark themes!! Please don't read if you're in a bad place currently because it might just make you feel worse!!

When they all arrived in Twisted Wonderland, the reactions varied wildly; Irritation, indifference, curiosity, empathy, pity, disgust, admiration. All directed towards them—The Yuus. Not you. You didn't even seem to exist.

You aren't important. At least not enough to be a protagonist in this story all seven of them are living in.

The realization that you're alone in this world seems to hit like ice cold water dumped over your head and the chill of it creeps into your heart, freezing your veins and arteries.

You arrived the same way they did: Another world, no magic, the black carriage ride that would've seemed like a lifetime opportunity. But you aren't like the Yuus. You can't muster the determination and resolve they have to push through this unfamiliar terrain without much of a reaction. In fact, you cannot even begin to understand why none of them are upset about this.

Why? You find yourself asking over and over again and the question echoes relentlessly in your mind. Why aren't they grieving everything they've lost? Because you can't seem to stop thinking about it—Everything you've ever amounted to is gone. All your relationships, achievements, successes and lessons. Everything you've built is gone like a dream. Erased in an instant.

Hundreds—no—thousands of eyes stare at all of you. You don't have time to think about how beautiful they are. You've been stripped bare and raw of everything that ever made you you. You've been killed without ever physically dying.

As you struggle to adjust into this unfamiliar world, you can't help but admire others you share Ramshackle with. They're strong and determined, truly remarkable individuals. Charismatic and brave, they seem like the type of fictional characters the fanbase would adore—praised for the grit and unyielding stubbornness they display valiantly. Even the other students of magic descent respect them.

Sometimes you lie awake in your room—rundown and shabby, but improving. Together you're slowly transforming the dorm into something livable, maybe even inviting. During moments like these you find deep appreciation within yourself for the other seven that arrived with you. In vulnerable moments like this, they aren't companions; they're a lifeline.

Then there's you—a playground rock next to shining gems on pedestals. They reassure you that you're important. But nobody outside these croaking walls seems to believe that. The frustration builds sometimes, a tight knot in your chest just twisting and turning, and inevitably only knotting more. Curled up on the creaky floor, clutching your hair while staring wide-eyed at a single spot as if that floorboard specifically caused all of this. Tears don't seem to come; instead, you sit there, taking deep, shuddering breaths, lost in a sea of thoughts that you're drowning in.

Why? Why are you treated like a Ramshackle ghost—or even less? You all share the same origin, the same story of loss and these faux "New beginnings", so what makes you so different, so unappealing that nobody seems to want to spare more time than polite? Is it because of the fear that grips your heart? Its clutch is tight and cold, holding you to this new world full of threats hidden behind the guise of beautiful and new magic you didn't have back home.

The mesmerizing people that wield such pretty magic can control bodies while leaving consciousness intact—or the opposite. The idea of someone with malicious intent having that power over you is a chilling nightmare. You cannot simply compete for your own safety.

The inhabitants of Twisted Wonderland are simply stronger. Not just the fae, mers, or beastpeople, but even the humans. Their bodies are resilient, able to shrug off low-level magic that would leave you bloody or bruised.

At times you wonder why exactly nobody seems to care enough to remember you and there are moments when you find yourself gazing in the mirror, only met with an unfamiliar face. The reflection you're met with isn't quite yours—it's something darker, something hollow. A shadow, endless and consuming, its eyes locking with yours with an unnerving intensity. That smile, twisted in ways that were once pretty, no longer feels like it belongs on your face.

It's almost as you though you're looking at an echo of yourself, a distorted version that somehow feels both foreign and familiar, comforting in its familiarity but unsettling in its wrongness.

You blink, and the reflection moves. Just a slight shift, a creeping inch closer to the glass, closer than where you stand in reality. Your heart leaps into your throat, panic surging through you as you back away, tearing yourself from the bathroom and your own gaze. You slam the door behind you, leaning against its cold, worn surface. But even as the chill presses against your skin, it does nothing to calm the racing of your heart. The sleep deprivation is wearing you thin, and the hallucinations are becoming harder to ignore, more frequent, more real.

Ace's eyes narrow as you attempt to make small talk in the Ramshackle kitchen. He's friends with all the Yuus and quite close with them all. Deuce lingers somewhere nearby and you can hear his footsteps clomping around as he chases Grim. A soundtrack you've grown familiar with over time.

"—so yeah. He totally shrugged us off. Said we weren't 'big kid' enough to know what was going on." Ace rants, throwing his arms up in exasperation before running a hand through shaggy locks, his scarlet eyes met your own briefly before he continued rambling about something that had happened today in physed. His words swirl around you, filled with the day's energy, yet never fully reaching.

You always liked when the Adeuce duo visited. They were really only here for the others and you knew it, of course. If you remain in your room when they visit, neither boy will seek you out. They only included you in their escapades when you're right there—an afterthought. It felt cruel, like an unspoken rule of polite indifference. Nobody hated you, you just weren't important.

Deuce poked his face into the room, offering a polite wave as he rummaged through the fridge for a snack before leaning against the counter as he watched you make lunch. His expression is thoughtful and only vaguely curious.

"You don't really do anything, do you?" The words slipped out like a quiet curiosity that cut deeper than he likely intended. It's not a jab, just a question. Maybe that makes it hurt more. You felt like a rarely regarded lamp in a corner, the bulb long burned out, the shade dusty and untouched, and a soft light no longer emit from it.

You awkwardly muster a smile and try to respond—to list a reason you're worth more attention than you receive, but your voice falters. Before you can say a word, Grim streaks across the table, scattering papers and bunching up the cheap cloth. One paw hits Ace in the face and Deuce barely manages to avoid a fall with the creature darting between his legs.

Both boys shoot up, laughter and curses ringing out through the dorm as they chase Grim out of the room. You're left in the quiet, the emptiness settling over you like dust—suffocating and dull. The buzz of the kitchen light hums in the silence, a low, monotonous sound that only seems to heighten the irritation building inside. It's the kind of anger that feels pointless, but it consumes you anyway, making you feel unbearably stagnant.

Your eyes are locked on the tiles beneath your feet, the stark off-whiteness almost glaring under the dim light. You stare so intensely that your eyes begin to sting, but you can't bring yourself to look away. Something feels off, something is off.

And then, it hits you. Your oldest companion—the one constant presence you could always count on—has abandoned you. Your shadow is gone. For a fleeting moment, you feel exposed, like the absence of it leaves you vulnerable. You almost want to reach out, to search for it, but there's nothing there. The realization leaves you with a cold, sinking feeling, and the silence suddenly feels oppressive.

Your gaze pulls away from the tiles, heart racing, trying to dismiss the unsettling feeling. Turning back to the counter, you expect to regain a semblance of calm. But as you do, something catches your eye—your shadow is cast strangely, distorted in a way you don't recall. Paranoia gnaws at you, the question unanswered. Was it always like this? You couldn't even remember.

Before you could process it any further, you hear Yuuken's voice, calling you from down the hall, asking for help with the renovations.

Engaging with anyone here was an uphill battle—woundingly difficult. The conversations seem one sided, his interest always fleeting as if there's nothing about you that's all that interesting. You're invisible. Once again, feeling like a ghost, a nameless background character in a story you were pasted into, into a story that you weren't even supposed to be dragged into.

What cuts deeper like a blade into the fat layer is the reality that you're not just standing idle. You're there in the overblots, fighting every battle as if you were qualified despite being dastardly unfit for this work. Fighting just as fiercely for people who don't even dare to acknowledge your existence for longer than necessary. You've pulled people to safety, pushed others out of the way of dangerous attacks and when it's all over you're tending to the injured, soothing the boy whose overblotted until he comes to. Yet when he wakes his eyes are darting for someone else.

All you want—all you need—is a simple acknowledgement. A thanks.

Yuu is injured but so are you. "What about me?" The words slip out before you can stop them

"What about you?" He repeats as his eyes rake over your crumpled form; battered and broken.

His voice is distant, edged with a vague obligation of care or pity. "You're hurt. Staff and paramedics will be here soon. Stay put." You would've felt your heart swell to feel any sort of acknowledgement and being withdrawn from your lonely bubble but he goes ahead and says that to everyone else and the hope sputters out and fades away. Are you merely another faceless voice in the crowd?

But he's beside Yuuka and her friends, thanking them tending to the others, offering words of comfort and appreciation and a hot surge of jealousy envelops you for only a fleeting moment before it cools almost immediately. It's not Yuu's fault. She's stumbling over words, eyes darting between you and him, desperately trying to redirect all the praise.

"They helped a lot too. Don't worry about me. Please—they took a lot of hits for the team—" her voice is rushed, earnest. She sees you. She knows.

But you're numb. The words wash over you, leaving you staring blankly. Your focus sharpens as you watch him, the indifference cutting deeper than any wound from battle.

It's not Yuu's fault, you think, the realization like a blade. And it's not mine either.

Your eyes harden, the simmering negativity solidifying into something darker—hatred for this world and its unforgiving, selective gaze.

The Blot's words wrapped around you like velvet, warm and inviting. Each word a whisper, and just beyond your comprehension. It spoke in a language too rich, too layered for you to fully grasp, yet you found yourself managing a nod and agreeing to flowery promises barely understood.

Home seems too far now, a vague dream you once had a long time ago that's memories grow dim within your worn mind. Crowley's so-called "research" moves at a snail's pace, each reassurance vague and hollow with no weight behind it. They have housewardens, heirs, socialites, all silently pining to have them by their side in the end. The others have people who want them here.

When graduation comes, you know you'll be alone. No citizenship, no comforting embrace after a long day, no government papers to properly own a home, and no magic to shield you.

A higher education was beyond your reach without the proper credentials. You could aim for a trade but no reputable company would hire a ghost in the system without insurance. Shadier paths were on the table for you but you didn't want to hurt innocent people and you weren't ready to die. Not yet.

"You promise?" The words rasped from your throat, a fragile plea to the pitch-black figure—it smiles.

Snowflakes gathered on your broken body, frostbite gnawed at your fingertips and toes. The cold seeped deep, pressing kisses to your very bone marrow. The results of the accident are chilling, your body numb and your mind blocking the pain out.

"You'd accept even if I won't, darling." It purred, voice dripping with amusement and leaning over your mangled body. Once again you looked like broken porcelain. Doll carnage—too pretty to die in its eyes.

"You're going to die in that stupid uniform." It reminds with a melodious laugh escaping it, crouching so unseen eyes met yours and the empty gaze felt cold like a harpoon through your skull.

A response doesn't form just yet, instead your words linger on time quickly slipping away. "You'll make me live?"

"You make it sound like a punishment."

"It could be."

Its grin only widened. "I'll make you thrive—I'll sponsor you. Only to test magicless bodies, of course. You're soaked with hatred, my dove—enough to feed me for centuries and I just might be able to use all that to give you some fancy powers," The Blot chimed and waves it's hands around with a lighthearted laugh as if you're not mangled and dying right now.

You muster a nod and your vision is blurring quickly, adrenaline settling in as your blood pumped quickly to get you up, away from the charming danger you'd shake hands with if your body was capable of movement.

"I've waited too long.." It murmured softly, a hint of cruel reverence sends a shiver runs down your spine as the Blot's presence looms closer, its hands—tender, almost too tender—brush away strands of hair from your face, as if trying to soothe the tension there. Your body trembles under the weight of its touch, that impossible softness juxtaposed with the suffocating darkness that clings to it. The Blot's dark hands reach for you, wrapping around your shoulder and back to prop you up, not in malice but in something more unsettling, as though its cradling you like something fragile, something it fears may break at the breeze.

It laughs, a low, melodious sound, "Even a worm will turn," it murmurs under its breath, the words curling into your mind, buzzing like static. You can't focus on anything other than the overwhelming presence of it, the heat of its breath a nearly welcome sensation against the stinging snow, slowly burying you.

It'd been a few days since the accident—now you walk the halls, your feet knowing the path subconsciously as your eyes linger on the jewelry again, the weight of it palpable on your finger. The design is intricate, just as you'd always admired—luxurious without tipping over into excess, a perfect balance of elegance. But it's the stone at its center that pulls at you, black as the void. It swallows light, reflecting nothing but its own cold depth, as if it has its own consciousness. You feel it almost stare back at you.

A scoff slips past your lips, quiet but bitter. On your left ring finger... really? The symbolism is unmistakable, painfully so. The left ring finger—a spot traditionally reserved for unions of love, a mark that binds two hearts together. But for you, it's a symbol of something far more suffocating. This ring doesn't speak of affection or choice. It speaks of a contract. A binding agreement you were coerced into on the brink of death.

You'd like to think that in a normal situation you would've denied it but a voice in the back of your consciousness rejects that. You know you would have taken the deal.

Yuuta's voice comes from behind, cutting through the weight of your thoughts. You don't flinch, but his sudden presence forces you back into reality. His usual smile is present, though there's something different in his eyes today—a worry you can't quite ignore.

"Hey! You walk fast-" He pants, falling into step beside you. "Doing anything for lunch? Me and the others are... honestly really worried about you. Ever since you came back a few days ago from that night-blizzard-walk.. you've been off." His voice drops slightly as he tilts his head to try and meet your gaze.

It's hard to resist his pleading look. Yuuta has a way of being both persistent and comforting, and something about him makes you swallow your usual refusal. You nod, even though you'd planned to stay alone, to work through your thoughts—thoughts about the Blot, the contract, and the strange shift in the world since you'd returned.

Sighing inwardly, you follow him to the familiar table. As you lower yourself onto the bench, your thoughts stills scattered, the sound of something unpleasant catches you off guard—a soft, squishy noise. You frown, reaching down to find a purple whoopie cushion beneath you.

Before you can say anything, Ace's laughter rings out, easily cutting through the table's chatter. "I told you it'd work! They're always in their own world, seriously."

Epel's high-five to Ace is audible, and you can almost feel their amusement. Deuce, on the other hand, shoots Ace a disapproving look. "A whoopie cushion? What are you, twelve?"

Ace chuckles, standing and grabbing the whoopie cushion from your hands before glancing back at the others, a mischievous grin still present on his face. "Firstly, I saw you laugh too, and hey, what can I say? I'm a guy who appreciates the classics." His crimson eyes flick to you, and before you can even process it, he taps the cushion gently on your head a few times. "Real spacey lately, huh?"

The words hang in the air, and for a split second, you freeze. Spacey. They're speaking first. They're acknowledging you first. After everything, after how invisible you've felt... now they decide to reach out?

Anger grows in your chest but you quickly suppress it. Your fingers instinctively brush the blot ring on your finger, feeling its cold weight. Thrive. The Blot's promise. The smile and soft words is the only thing you can offer right now, even if it feels a little too forced, too foreign on your face.

"Have I been?" You ask, the words coming out light and easygoing. "It's difficult to sleep in a rickety, haunted dorm. You and the others should sleepover more. I like the background noise."

It wasn't a full lie. You did feel less lonely when they visited, but the feeling only increased tenfold when you could hear everyone downstairs while you remained forgotten in your room. Still, you left the invitation open.

Just you wait. You thought, your smile dimming as Ace returned to his spot and the conversation flowed, your earlier anxieties and insecurities nulled by the ring thanks to the contract.

You'll ease yourself into their lives, each thread slipping through the spaces between them, invisible but vital. Not just the ones at the table, but everyone you've fought for, the ones who've forgotten you, the ones who've never seen you or bothered to try. You'll become a part of them so intertwined that they'll find it impossible to live without seeing you in every aspect of their days and nights.

In time, you'll make sure of it. You'll be everywhere—in their laughter, in their sorrows, in the smallest moments, the ones they think they can forget. They'll breathe you in without even realizing, and soon, every part of their lives will have a thread of you running through it. You'll be their lifeline.

srry if its not the cute, comforting lovestory you were expecting lol

I'm sorta leaving it on an open end here to keep you all guessing ig lol. I can probably write separate minifics or whatever for this au I made or drabbles or maybe even a second chapter if anyone wants.

I wrote this in November and am posting it now so that was my procrastination ig

I've been sitting on this idea with no motivation to write it for probably two years so spare with me if it doesn't make sense or it's no good.

First time writing for tumblr and I haven't written outside of my notes app in a long time lol

[zr-art-world]

[ashipiko]

DANCE WITH ME YOU LI-IA-IAR ♡

OVERBLOT ASHI??? ANYBODY??? the ANGST that this baby can store!!! SHEESH!!!!!!! <3 I only have one post dedicated to her and liar dance lyric analysis (the post is kinda outdated in gen) BUT…… I also have an overblot monologue as a treat 🫶 I wanted to better explain her angst and so!!! BABAM!!! enjoy

ASHI’S MONOLOGUE:

Sometimes I wonder why I ended up here.

A place named “Twisted Wonderland”, and at a school named “Night Raven College”.

At first, I figured that I was the odd one out— Y’know, the Ramshackle prefect and everything. The magicless girl at the magical all boys school? Nuts, ain’t it?

I’m known for a lot of things. Things that are different from the others. The fact that I stand out is part of the Ashi charm, something I’m known for.

But… Over time I found myself sorta feeling in place here.

Because as much as I try to believe it, I can’t safely say that I’m better than anyone else here.

I’m a fake. I make conversation and lots of friends, but for what? A backup in case something goes wrong? A sense of protection for my reputation? In what case are any of those friendships something I truly want? In what case are any of these strings more than just a tool instead of a thread made of my real feelings?

Behind this, I’m no different from any other student here. Even through my individuality, my cheerfulness, my endearing oddness… I’m still a horrible person. Using people to get what I want, toying with people and their feelings in order to gain power and gain a spot the top. All to become untouchable. It’s screwed. It’s not right.

My insides are ugly. The truth of me is something I want to keep tucked away deeply, because I don’t want people to see this part of me. A brash, annoying, selfish version of me, everything people hate to see. I don’t want this side of me to be seen because people will run away— people I don’t care much about, sures, but people I love, too. I don’t want to drive them away. So I keep quiet and give them a shallow show.

I give them a source of entertainment that’s controlled by the real me, every calculated movement translating into a marionette-like response. The only show I allow you to see is one that’s so carefully crafted by the chaotic clown backstage. The one that is shunned away from the light, the strings being the only hint of the puppet’s phony existence to the foolish audience.

But suddenly, I feel as if being here has started to let this side of me come crawling back into the spotlight.

It scares me.

It scares me to be vulnerable, let all of my faults lay out on the table like playing cards. To take the risk without the protection, to gamble everything I’ve built up away just like that. But you…

You.

You make me feel safe. You make me feel as if I don’t need to hide anything. I can give you the key to my heart and you would have no malicious intent. You wouldn’t cut out the parts people don’t like. You would enjoy the performance in full, every bit of it.

You make me believe that I’m nothing special, and yet something so valuable at the same time.

It’s silly. You’re silly. And yet that’s something that’s helped me.

It’s helped me realize that that truly is just how people are.

We aren’t villains. We aren’t antagonists. We aren’t monsters.

We are nothing but people, with faults and feelings that should be valued.

I am more than just a jester, a sake of entertainment.

I’m a person who is entirely worthy of love. All of me.

It reminds me that I must’ve came here for a reason.

Because this is where I belong.

[the-broken-truth]

Blot-Mates: Yuu & The Overblots [Part 4]

SEGMENT: JAMI

Summary: Jami is struggling with his innate programming of servitude, but he has no one to serve. Consequently, he is finding it difficult to relax and function properly. What would happen if Yuu decides to teach Jami how to live a life where he is no longer a servant but rather spoiled?

[Note: The Yuu Variant is Male with Enma Yuuken's Body Build, Yuuka Hirasaki's Fighting Skills, and Yuuta Mito's Cooking Skills.]

[Note: This Storyline will be written in Script Format.]

Parts: [Prologue] - [Ri] - [Leo] - [Azu] - [Jami] (Here) - [Vi] - [Idi] - [Mal] - [All] - [Epilogue]

[Coal-colored eyes were fixed on the ceiling while serpents made of dark locks of hair hissed in irritation or struck at each other, showing their displeasure. Jami placed his hand on his forehead and ran his inked hand through his bangs before sitting up from his bed and perching on the ledge with his head hanging. He lifted his head and looked at the digital clock on the wall of his room: it was 6:45 in the morning. This was usually the time The Prefect would get up to make breakfast for the Overblots. The thought of the Prefect making breakfast for all of them, just as he and his Original Body would make breakfast for Scarabia Dorm and Kalim, was overwhelming. Jami wasn't sure how to cope with it..]

Jami (Hearing something coming downstairs): Prefect... (Stands up and leaves his room)

[Jami walked down the hall and down the stairs as silently as he could to make sure he didn't give away his location. He crept to the opening of the kitchen and hid around the corner while listening to Yuu speak to himself.]

Yuu (On the phone with Sam): Hey, Sam. I know you're getting the shop ready, but do you have cookbooks or teas from the Land of Scalding Sands?

Jami (Thinking): 'The Land of Scalding Sands? Surely, he is not thinking about...'

Yuu (On the phone): Did Ace and Deuce tell you about what happened in Potion's class? Yeah, The Overblots got separated front their original bodies and I offered them to stay at Ramshackle; I wasn't going to make them uncomfortable with dealing with their hosts in their dorms.

Jami (Thinking): 'He cares for our comfort? After we attempted to kill him? (Looks at the ground in shame) After I used him for my personal vendetta?'

Yuu (On the phone): I noticed that Jami seems uneasy and I want to do something to make him more at ease here. I thought of making him some food and tea from the Land of Scalding Sands, as he's not much of a coffee drinker. Also, I noticed a Mancala Board and I'm interested in buying it. Can you tell me how much it is? (Sam Talking) Great, I'll also take the Cookbook, Tea Canister Bundle, and Silk Bundle. I think I can make Jami some new robes with the silk. When can I pick up the items? (Sam Talking) Yes, I'm willing to do all of that for Jami, just like I would for the others. He deserves just as much as the others do. Can I come get the items now? (Sam Talking) Perfect, I'm on my way. (Hangs up phone)

[Jami silently moved away from the kitchen opening and around another corner just as Yuu left the kitchen, grabbed his wallet off the table, and walked out of the first door. Jami looked around the corner and stared at the door for a while before the same question began to haunt his mind.]

Jami: Prefect... Why are you willing to do so much for me...after everything I have done to you? All the pain I caused you? Why are you doing so much for me - A Servant?

[The front door of Ramshackle opened, and Yuu walked in with his arms filled with stuff; he walked over to the sofa and placed everything down before reaching into a bag and pulling out the Cookbook from the Land of Scalding Sands before he walked around the corner, only to see Jami sitting at the table with his hair snakes constantly hissing.]

Yuu: Jami?

Jami:...

Yuu (Placing the book on the table as he walked over to Jami): Jami, are you okay? I've never seen you up so early.

Jami: I had a hard time sleeping - the snakes are very...aggravated at the moment and their hissing is making it hard to sleep.

Yuu (Looks at the hair snakes with a thinking expression on his face before snapping his fingers with a knowing smile on his face): I know - They are dry.

Jami (Raises an eyebrow at Yuu): Dry?

Yuu: When was the last time you oiled your hair since coming here?

Jami: I... I hadn't.

Yuu: Give me a moment. (Walks over to the bags on the sofa, reaches into one, and pulls out a bottle of Hair Oil that came from the Land of Scalding Sands - Sam gave it to him for free) Found it. (Walks back over to Jami) I'll give you a hand.

[Yuu whistles, gaining the hair snakes' attention as he pours some hair oil into his hand and holds his hand out to the snakes, showing them what is in his hand. Once the first snake came close enough, he rubbed his hands together and rubbed the oil on the hair snake, making it hiss in pleasure. Yuu continues this process with all the hair snakes until he reached the top of Jami's Head and massaged the hair oil into Jami's dry scalp, making the Overblot hiss in pleasure.]

Jami: This... This feels nice...

Yuu (Smiles): I'm glad you like it, Jami. I'll make you some tea after this.

Jami: I have been meaning to ask you about that, Prefect: Why are you doing so much for me after everything I have done to you? Used you for a personal vendetta I had against Kalim? Why do all of this for me, a mere servant?

Yuu: You are not a servant here, Jami. Ramshackle Dorm has no servants and I will not allow you to speak about yourself in such a matter.

Jami: But... My entire life, I have served...

Yuu: And that was a crime done to you. It's no wonder you and Jamil overblotted; who would want to live like that? Forced to hold themselves back for the betterment of someone who doesn't deserve their staion?

Jami: You don't think Kalim deserves to be Housewarden of Scarabia?

Yuu: In all honesty: No, he doesn't. Listen, I have nothings agsint Kalim personally, but he is too immature to hold the position of power he does; constantly throwing parties at the slightest whim and leaving the aftereffect up to you and the other members of Scarabia; it's pitiful, really. The only reason he is in his position of power is because he was from the Asim Family. You are clearly a better choice of Housewarden, considering all the work you do.

Jami: You... You really think so?

Yuu: Of course, you are. Jami, you are skilled in both magic and cooking, your memory is sharper than a blade, you are skilled in multiple languages...

[4 Minutes Later]

Yuu (Making cups of tea and breakfast for Jami from the cookbook): You are able to craft an antidote from plants within a matter of mintues before the poison can actually kill someone, and don't even get me started on your Mancala Tips...

[5 Minutes Later]

Yuu (Placing the food in front of Jami with the tea): All and All, you are a amazing person, Jami.

Jami (Staring at Yuu): Prefect... You just spent 9 minutes praising me...

Yuu: Of course I did. I would say more but we would be here all day and I have to make breakfast for the others. Jami, you deserve every bit of praise I can give you and I shall give you as much as you wish. (Pets the top of Jami's Head) You are brilliant and loved, Jami. (Goes into the kitchen)

Jami:...

[Later that day]

Leo (Pounding on Jami's Door): OI, SERPENT! GIVE ME BACK MY LITTLE BROTHER! WE'RE GOING TO PLAY CHESS!!

Ri: No, Rose and I are going to tend to the Roses!

Azu (Shouting downstairs since his pot can't go upstairs): PEARL AND I ARE GOING SWIMMING!

[Inside The Room]

Jami (Moving his stones on the Mancala Board): Your turn, Little Flower.

Yuu (Thinking of his move while Jami's Hair Snakes are wrapped around his waist - preventing him from leaving): Jami, when can I leave? I need to make lunch.

Jami: They can order-in.

Yuu: But...

Jami: You are not leaving me until you beat me in Mancala, Desert Flower. Listen to your brother.

Yuu: Jami, you've beaten me over 20 times. I'm not gonna beat you anytime soon.

Jami: Then, you won't be leaving anytime soon.

Yuu: Okay. (Makes a move on the Mancala Board)

[END - TO BE CONTINUED]

[littlemistybat]

Turn around and face her .

Or are you too scared to admit you’ve been an entity from the beginning ?

[justdeich]

Oh boy oh boy overblot refs w @inquisiteur37

So Deich's overblot is based on Oswald the lucky rabbit + the blot from epic mickey.

Ver.2

If anyone interested oc info can be found here

Under the cut is me rambling abt overbloting and oc stuff I tried to put as much epic mickey refs as I could

I decided to mix them together because in the early concepts Oswald was supposed to be the main villain but it got changed and the blot got used instead. But in the game Oswald is still "kinda" a villain. Don't hit me I haven't played the game. I will. When epic mickey refurbished will come out.

The main reason for Deich's overblot would be jealousy and feeling useless/not being good enough???

Who wouldn't be sad. ya got transported to unknown place, get treated like trash and then, your friend seems to be adapting better than you. Look at them living life, new friends, new adventures, popularity, what fun.

And there's you. Didn't people forget that you gotta get home?? HELLO?? (Only in 7th chapter we really start to find info on how to get home soooo) You thought your friend will be there with you but no. They left you. For something better. But then you try to be as positive as they are, but you fail, you try to be helpful, it never works out, you try to regain control, but they seem.. to forget about you.. you were never enough. You don't belong. Never did.

Ya dont really wanna tell how you feel so not to bring the mood down..they seem.. so happy.. without you.. maybe its for the better...so it becomes a "habit" to just hide everything away and don't bring it up. You always managed to hide everything and be just fine. Just keep it up and you'll get through. What a "lucky habit" to have huh.

What great life they have huh. Do I get a chance to be a part of it?

Why does it hurt.. it hurts it hurts IT HURTS!! JUST MAKE IT STOP

I wanted Deich's overblot to be more destructive, to the body I mean. Deich been holding her feelings for a while. (i wanna make overblot happen in the 5th chapter. Or somewhere in that time period. For... romantic reasons..hehehe) ( Oswald trapping the blot reference) I think hiding singhs of ovebloting can lead up to some consequences.

Hiding symptoms of overblot may include: ink vomiting, hallucinations, body tremors- and maybe smth else, idk, need to think abt it.

Eee just sketches don't mind itttt it's baddd

Deich would get fully consumed by the fantom, (phantom blot. Get it?) like forcibly getting dragged. (Like how the blot takes away mickeys gang) Ya know, blot dripping, huge puddles of ink pooling everywhere.

The more you get corrupted by the blot the more sanity you loose? Right? I had this scene in mind where you're at the worst stage of blot but still try to communicate in a way, but the more you try to speak the more tortured you sound. Ink like acid running your vocal cords as more of it spills out, body tired from the amount of blot that covers your body but you still try to reach out.

[onceaponatimetherewasafool]

Being incredibly self indulgent and sharing shitty afternoon sketches of my ayuu (haha get it) where yuu is miraculous ladybug. Technically they are based on a pre-existing marinette au I've been rotating in my head for literal years but I think they've become enough of their own person (though still totally inspired by her) that I can get away with treating them like a sort of oc/blank slate character.

[lisaas2418]

Yuu: is someone going to get me down from the Tree?

Max: Uhm what are you doing in that tree 🤨

Yuu thinks (💭): A walking dog uhm ok?

Yuu: Well believe it or not I fell from the sky into this tree and now I'm stuck in it's vines 😒

Max: Wait...that's almost the exact thing those kids said 🫢

Yuu: Those kids?

Max: (explains)

Yuu: Oh...yeah I know them. Can you please tell them I'm here aswell. The name is Yuu

Max: Oh alright, I'm Max by the way. Until a few minutes 😊

Max leaves

Yuu: This is gonna be so embarssing when they find me here 😒

Their Blot Symbiot: And they're gonna rub it into your face 😌

Yuu: Thanks for the unwanted comment 😠

Blot Symbiot: Your welcome 😌

Yuu: THAT WAS SARCASTIC 😡

Blot Symbiot: I know 😈

[yuri-is-online]

Alright, very important question that the world must know. What does Idia’s hair feel like?

Oh this gives me flashbacks to my first D and D campaign. We had a fire genasi wizard whose hair was literal flames and we repeatedly asked our DM what would happen if we dumped water on his hair. He let us do that when he missed a session once and never told us what happened ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

Anyway this might sound boring but I feel like it just feels like hair? But extremely smooth, the flames seem to be relatively solid:

And have a natural shape that they favor, just like normal hair does when you leave it un-brushed. And we know it can be styled:

So it has to be somewhat solid. That being said Ortho does say his hair is made of flames in one of his chats:

Since neither of them ever mention their hair burning things other than blot, I think it might just be a magical flame that only really consumes blot. Touching it could be similar to touching a lighter flame if you have a magic pool and blot for it to burn, where there might be some heat but not enough to hurt if you are moving your hand. But since it is flame, it would make sense for it to lack the normal texture of human hair and have little weight to it. You could yank on his braid and feel like you're pulling a ribbon, it's that light.

... also. Since he is a pathetic gamer. I feel like if you did touch it it would be a bit... slick. Greasy if you will. Because he hasn't taken a shower in a few days and needs reminded that is a sign of depression and not "poggers" or whatever the kids say.

[dibbledoodle]

https://www.tumblr.com/dibbledoodle/771620709948653568/blot-dibs-im-obsessed?source=share

I can imagine dib's snakes being self aware and after hearing what leona said they would be saying in response: ...oh you nasty

They are self aware but the ladies of the blots do come out and gossip with brother lmao ✨✨✨

[starryfirmament]

What if Yuu Joins Styx?

I’m playing chapter six right now and I had a thought. If Yuu doesn’t find a way home there is a chance that they could end up joining Styx. It’s established that most of Styx’s employees have little to no magic as it reduces the threat posed by blot contamination. Thanks to the overblot students Yuu already has considerable experience dealing with overblots and blot in general. They also have gone to the depths of Tartarus already and survived, while aiding several Styx personnel.

Yuu is also friendly with the Shroud brothers, Ortho more so than Idia. Joining Styx would provide a steady source of income and shelter, and I highly doubt the super secretive organization would care all that much about Yuu’s lack of documentation. Working for Styx could also provide a launching point for the post-overblot arc. Simply have Styx dispatch Yuu to investigate, and voila an easy way to begin whatever plot thread is next.

[zr-art-world]

I've mentioned a few times that Yuu is inspired by mickey, especially, Mickey from Epic Mickey.

More info bellow

So, the reason Yuu is in Twisted Wonderland and being alive,(IDK the specifics because we don't know how cannon Yuu got to twisted wonderland) and why they came back from the dead

How this works specifically works similar to Blot spirits and how the blot's ink mixed with Mickeys ink in Epic Mickey, more specifically

Also, I like to imagine there are instances were a blot spirit fights for control of the main body.

Also, this is my partial explanation why my Yuu oc is able to see Mickey in the mirror and why they have the prophetic dreams. Partially because their from another world (I cant remember were Other explains how that worked, I just know he made a good explanation) but also, because their soul isn't to tethered to their body. This was because when talking to mickey about the dreams and his experience in his dream, he talks about how he could see himself sleeping and go into the mirror like in the through the looking glass short. Yuu can also comments "Like a ghost?". Might also explains this since Mickey can only communicate through the mirror when he is asleep.

With all that, I like the idea of Yuu being more...phantom blot like, or the ink like blot being more fused with their body (The best example I can think of is like the ink from Bendy and the Ink Machine)

I had the idea of them being able to absorb blot since the phantoms that appear when a person over blots consume the blot the caster makes, hence why the can shoot off massive spells (Which isn't good for their health but so is the blot). So, I like the idea of Yuu over the years taking advantage of this change in their body to absorb the blot from their friends pens or body so they don't have to worry about overbloting to much. But, if they take too much blot, they can turn to ...well

but if Yuu doesn't have enough blot, they start to deuterate or sluggish at the least

I got this idea from concept are and the beta trailer from when Micky would use all his ink and be left with this

[theoneofmanyofficial]

Jade Tried (feat. Bonus Floyd Scene)

Jade: Welcome to our domain for today's meeting where you will be stuck here for six hours, no exceptions. Please return to your seat (as all exits and windows have been locked) and enjoy the next six hours.

Jade: Not to worry, because as you've been informed prior to coming here, breakfast, lunch, and snacks will be provided for. Please take a look at the menu to see our wonderful selection that we will be providing today.

Jade: What's that? ...Oh, worry not. You have not misread the menu at all!

Jade: Today's breakfast will be mushrooms. Today's appetizers will be mushrooms. Today's lunch will be mushrooms. Today's snack will be mushrooms. And for dessert, we will be having mushrooms!

Jade: A marvelous masterpiece from today's chef, in my humble opinion!

Jade: ...And for drinks? Ah, yes. For drinks, we will be serving mushroom tea, mushroom coffee, mushroom milk, and mushroom water. A perfect compliment to today's menu!

Jade, grinning: Have I mentioned you will be here for six hours with no other food than what we have provided?

Floyd, barging into Jade's room: Jade! Azul says he's still in charge of today's menu and wants you to set up the tables!

Floyd: He also says we not allowed to lock the doors and windows anymore!

Jade, standing in front of a mirror:

Floyd, glaring at Jade: Oh, and I'm in charge of making sure you're not smuggling any unauthorized mushrooms into the meeting!

Floyd, as he walks backwards out of Jade's room: Azul says he doesn't want a repeat of last time!

Floyd, angry points at Jade: I'm onto you!

Jade, watches Floyd close the door and hears him walking away:

Jade:

Jade: >:(

BONUS

Later, during the meeting

Floyd, watching the chaos of people trying to stop Lilia from entering the kitchen

Epel, also watching the chaos

Epel: You're not going to stop Jade from putting (questionable) mushrooms in the food, Floyd?

Floyd: I made sure Jade didn't smuggle any mushrooms into this building so there shouldn't be any here

Epel: But I found mushrooms inside the ice chest in the kitchen????

Floyd:

Floyd, knowing he brought the ice chest himself: D:

Floyd, realizing Jade hid mushrooms in his ice chest: D:<

Floyd, realizing Jade hid the mushrooms in the ingredients that he was going to use for his dinner date with Shrimpy: D:<<<

Floyd, realizing only the ice cream can be saved: D:<<<<<

Floyd, kicking Lilia out of the kitchen and fistfights Jade: DON'T TOUCH THE ICE CREAM FOR SHRIMPY!!!

[the-broken-truth]

Blot-Mates: Yuu & The Overblots [Part 2]

SEGMENT: LEO

Summary: Leo is stressed and irritated, but the Ramshackle Prefect has a plan to calm him down.

[Note: The Yuu Variant is Male with Enma Yuuken's Body Build, Yuuka Hirasaki's Fighting Skills, and Yuuta Mito's Cooking Skills.]

[Note: This Storyline will be written in Script Format.]

Parts: [Prologue] - [Ri] - [Leo] (Here) - [Azu] - [Jami] - [Vi] - [Idi] - [Mal] - [All] - [Epilogue]

[The Morning Sun rises over the horizon, shining upon Ramshackle Dorm, however, that light does not shine in Leo's Room, thanks to the blackout curtains that Yuu set up for that room. Leo lay in his bed, but he was wide awake; his mind was swarming with the screaming thoughts of the past, making his head hurt worse and worse as he started gripping his sheets with a growl until a knock on the door caused his eyes to open and him to gasp. Leo looked at the door before throwing the blanket off of him and walked over to the door, opening it and coming face to face with Yuu dressed in his Cooking Apron.]

Leo: What do you want, Herbivore?

Yuu (Placing a hand on his hip): Good morning to you too, Leo. Breakfast is ready and I don't want your food to get cold.

Leo: Why didn't you bring it to me, then, if you didn't want it to be cold?

Yuu (Holding up two fingers with his other hand): Two reasons: 1. You have no servants here. 2. No eating in the dorm rooms; I don't want bugs up here because I know Jami hates bugs.

Leo (Narrows his eyes): What if I don't feel like leaving my room?

Yuu: Then, you don't eat.

Leo: I don't feel like moving - My room is warm and my feet will get cold.

Yuu: Don't worry. I made these for you. (Reaches into his apron pocket and pulls out some black cotton house shoes)

[Leo watches as Yuu kneels in front of him and places the house shoes on the cold wood floor. Leo looked at the shoes before sliding his bare feet into each shoe; they were very warm, soft, and a perfect fit... This herbivore made these just for him?]

Leo: They... They are warm.

Yuu (Standing up): Good. Let's go, Leo. We need to put some food in that belly. (Starts walking in the direction of the stairs.)

[Leo looked down at his shoes before watching Yuu walk down the stairs - he walked out of his dark room, closed the door behind him, and followed after the Prefect of Ramshackle at a rather slow pace.]

[Leo reached the bottom of the stairs and walked into the dining room before raising his head to see the sight before him: The other Overblots were sitting at the table with a banquet of breakfast foods, such as pancakes, waffles, french toast with cream-cheese filling in the middle and cinnamon on the top with whipped cream, bacon, eggs, pan sausage, and different kinds of drinks.]

Yuu (Walking out of the kitchen with a large serving bowl of oatmeal): I got the oatmeal, everyone.

Ri (Walking behind Yuu with the plates and silverware): I got the plates and silverware, Yuu.

Yuu (Places the Bowl of Oatmeal on the table before turning to face Ri with a smile and rubbing the top of his head): Thanks for your help, Rose Bud! You're amazing!

[Ri smiles at Yuu before setting the table and sitting in his chair.]

Yuu (Looks at Leo): Are you okay? Come and eat with us; you have been sleeping for a long time and need a decent meal.

[Leo looked at the banquet of food and walked over before taking a seat on the other side of Yuu, across from Ri. Yuu says a prayer to the Great Seven and signals everyone to start eating. Everyone (Except Jami and Leo) starts filling their plates with food and their bowls with oatmeal, however, Yuu notices this and pauses from taking a bite of his bacon.]

Yuu: Leo. Jami. Is there a reason you aren't eating?

Jami: I... I am not used to having someone else cook for me. I usually cook for everyone else.

Yuu: You are not a servant, Jami, and refuse to allow you to treat yourself as such. (Looks at Leo) What about you, Leo?

Leo (Looking at the food): I... I just don't know where to start.

Yuu (Points at the second platter of pancakes): Try those. They are Pancakes with bites of pan sausage meat made into them. You might like them.

Leo (Takes 2 Pan Sausage Pancakes, pours syrup on them before cutting and taking a bite out of one - his eyes widen at the flavor): These... These are amazing.

Yuu: Glad you like them. Now, get up - you and I are sparring later.

Leo (Smirks at Yuu): You wanna fight a King, Herbivore? Are you asking to get your ass kicked?

Yuu (Smirks): Let's see if you are singing to the same tone when I kick your ass, Your Majesty.

[Leo aimed his foot for Yuu's face but it was blocked by Yuu's forearm, before he could pull it back, Yuu grabbed his ankle and yanked it, making Leo lose his balance, as Yuu spun quickly and throw Leo a distance away until the Lion Overblot recoiled in the air and landed on his feet before glaring at Yuu and charging at him again, slashing his linked claws at Yuu, who is dodging his attacks as if it was nothing]

Yuu (Grabbing Leo's Fist that was aimed at his face): You're fighting with anger.

Leo: I'm fighting with power - I'm fighting like a KING!

Yuu: If you think relying on anger for power is fighting like a King, then... (Flips Leo over his shoulder, drops him on the ground, and looks down at him) You would be a very pathetic king.

[Leo snarls at Yuu before standing up and running back into Ramshackle. Yuu stands there for a while before exhaling and walking back inside of Ramshackle - he needs to finish something and apologize to Leo.]

[Leo stayed in his room for about 3 hours until he had a taste for Cheesecake. He rose from his bed and walked out of the room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen just to see Yuu standing there with a slice of cheesecake and drizzling caramel on it. Yuu looks over at Leo, who is standing on the threshold.]

Yuu: There you are. I was just about to bring this to you. (Holds the Caramel Drizzled Cheesecake out to Leo)

Leo (Looks at the cheesecake): You... You made this for me? Why?

Yuu: I wanted to apologize. I was rude to you during the sparring match, but I was upset to see you fighting with anger.

Leo: Why? It's not like you understand why I'm so angry.

Yuu: Constantly being compared to someone older and more developed than you for your entire life, regardless of how much effort you put into something is angering enough; and completely stupid.

Leo: You... You know about that?

Yuu: I saw glimpses of your life during our battle, and it reminded me so much of my own. I was the second son in my family and was constantly compared to my brother, who excelled in academics and sports. However, I was only good at household tasks such as cooking and cleaning. The only thing I was better at than my brother was fighting, which made my relatives hate me even more. I was tired of living in his shadow, which is why I left before coming to Twisted Wonderland.

Leo: You... You understand what it's like.

Yuu: Yes, but your situation is worse. You want to be king so everyone will accept you, just as they did your older brother; you are very capable, Leo. Just like the King of Beasts.

Leo (Eyes widen): What?

Yuu: The King of Beasts was the second heir but he gained the love of his people; a love that the first king could never have. He treated everyone fairly and it's because of that he gained the throne. (Looks at Leo) Gain the love of the people, Leo, and I know you would claim the crown; Hell, I know you'd be a better king than Falena, that condescending bastard.

Leo (Chuckles): You can say that again...

Yuu: It's good to see you smile, Leo. Come on, I have something for you.

[Yuu leaves the kitchen with Leo following behind him: The two of them walk into the living room where something is covered by a massive sheet. Yuu walks over to the sheet and grabs it before looking at Leo.]

Yuu: What is a king... (Pulls the sheet off - revealing a throne, carved out of wood, painted gold, with velvet seat and back pillows, and fake gems engraved, but professionally made) without his throne?

Leo (Looking at the throne): You... You made this... for me?

Yuu: I wanted to show it to Leo for his upcoming birthday when he game to visit, but you deserve this trhone too. Happy Early Birthday, My Lion Prince.

[Leo walked over to the throne and sat on it - it was soft and strong enough to hold him. Yuu pulled a golden crown from behind him and placed it on Leo's Head.]

Yuu: There. You look perfect!

Leo: This... This crown is real... Where did you?

Yuu: Kalim gave it to me. He didn't like it but I thought it would look good on you and I was right. (Moves in front of Leo and kneels before him) I name thee: King Leo of Ramshackle! I am at your service, My King...for the rest of the day. WHOA!!

[Yuu is caught off guard as Leo tackles him and knocks him to the ground in a hug. Yuu lays there as Leo holds him, quietly sobbing to himself.]

Leo: Thank you... This is... This is...

Yuu (Stroking Leo's Hair): Shhh... It's okay. You don't have to say anything, Leo. I am here for you.

[Leo continues to hold Yuu, the Lion Prince's New and True Brother.]

[END - TO BE CONTINUED]