#myslett

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Stolen Stars

Fu€k£d Up!AUs (Myslett Edition) @kindan-no-kanojo

The warm blood trickling over my cheek made for incredible distraction from Scarlett’s voice. It was a faded sound, echoing far from my grasp in reality. I couldn’t figure what she said, but she seemed joyous.

Even if I could hear her, I wasn’t capable of composing any words. My thoughts were scattered. Everything I could muster was to flex the muscles on my throat, swallowing the blood still pooling under my tongue.

My body was drained of any energy. The origin of the blood didn’t very much bother me, as long as my stomach was filled.

Scarlett provided it. Even when I couldn’t stand for myself, nor even speak.

I wonder if there will come a day she becomes tired.

Of the charade we have come to build.

Of me.

Don’t wake me up

Up from this dream

Let me indulge in my ecstasy

‘Cuz I finally found a place like heaven where I’m safe and sound

Previous: Fu€k£d Up!AUs (Rustic Edition)

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🧁 Sweet Date 🧁

Open Collab with @kindan-no-kanojo (Option 2)

[Admin!Danny: I'm not very happy with the final drawing (not to mention the program ate the damn quality lmao) but Myslett sharing a little treat, my dearest 🫶✨]

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🍸 — for a drink (🏃🏻‍♀️💨)

🍎 ｡:*• ─ THE INVITATION.

🍸 ─ for a drink

“For a drink?” Taken by surprise by the abrupt invite, Mystic was caught tears and laughter. “Oh, Red, dear. You ain’t gotta clue what havin’ me drinkin’ under your tab’s gonna be like.” He chuckled lightly.

Despite his apprehension, Mystic was already savoring a few fingers of rye. Perhaps a cocktail, or four. Throw in a mimosa, for safe measure. It had been a while since the last time he had been able to settle down and have a decent drink. Frankly, the mere thought made him antsy.

Mystic reached out to hold Scarlett’s hand and tugged it toward him. He pinched it up her fingers and spun her place. The Founder swiftly pulled her against him and grinned down at her, intertwining the fingers of their free hands.

“But if you insist on takin’ me out, how could I ever refuse our darling Red?”

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Stolen Stars AU w/@kindan-no-kanojo | Ghoul!Mystic | Myslett Verse

“Well… that wasn’t very kind of you.”

Blood drunken, Mystic stumbled after Scarlett, needing to hold out his arms to maintain his balance. A night to feast freely had unleashed desires he managed to master at a young age. His rebirth in the shell of a Ghoul caused them to corrode his mind like a starved eagle released into a chicken coop.

If there was something to say about the exaggerated splatters of blood upon his pale visage, was that it was obvious his night of free roam had been a success.

Perhaps a bit too much.

He felt numb once again… and heavily intoxicated.

Scarlett glared down the group of unknown Ghouls, the harsh gaze on her expression wrinkled up her features. There was the smell of approaching death, and it wasn’t exactly from the rotting air of Rotingenbelk.

“Red?” Mystic mumbled, his voice hoarse as he turned to the gathered Ghouls.

“So… would you care to explain what exactly you find humorous about this situation?” Scarlett demanded.

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🖼️ Myslett pls 🏃🏻‍♀️✨

Send 🖼️ and I’ll make a moodboard of our muses’ relationship

「 ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ɪᴛs ᴏᴡɴ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀ ᴛɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴏɴᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇ��ᴛɪᴇʀ. 」

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Owl!Mystic

@kindan-no-kanojo Edition

[Admin!Danny: Man’s so ashamed he can’t look at her HAHHAH]

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[ Stolen Stars AU 👀✨ ]

"Mys~tic!" Scarlett's oddly animated voice called for the recently-turned Ghoul when she saw he's gotten up, a withered rose held but forgotten by her hand moved with every gesture she made, losing its petals all around, "I've been looking for you, don't you try to run away!"

The redhead scolded her friend, it has been a few days since the incident that overtook Scarlett's sanity in order to save Mystic's life; she was still able to communicate, only much more unstable than usual, occasionally and, at times, a little less coherent.

"How many words can you remember today? I remembered 936~," she giggled, proud, and joined her hands together, as the poor rose continued to fall apart, "fufu, and by the way, how are those shiny galaxies feeling...?" As she got closer, her hollow gaze focused on his own, "they look like they've been eating everyone else's light... huh, that's not healthy, are you hungry?"

In truth, Scarlett had become rather overprotective of Mystic ever since he was reborn. From his first moments exposed to the Demon World's miasma, to his awakening and the journey to bring back his usual capabilities, she has been considerably indulgent, and didn't look like she planned to stop.

Reborn.

Mystic leaned back against the window frame, gawking out at the sky. His memories were not entirely clear, but he remembered enough to compare these stars to others he’d seen before. There was something peculiar about how they looked from Rotingenbelk.

At the back of his head, he heard Scarlett’s animated voice. Even so, he remained slumped by the window for a while longer. He blinked continuously, as though he were waking from a long and heavy nap.

“Words…” Mystic mumbled, turning to face her at last. Previously precious amethysts lacked polish beneath a sheath of madness. “I remember… a few. Yeah.”

Her query made him settle back. He gazed down at her hands and watching the petals fall from the wilting flower. He hadn’t even really thought about it. Eating, that is. There had been a continuing bother at the pit of his belly for quite a while, however.

I suppose that was hunger, Mystic concluded.

“Wha—what’s for… dinner?”

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Myslett in Harem!Ruki Verse:

I shall not explain

@kindan-no-kanojo

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❝ SAY MY NAME ! ❞

@kindan-no-kanojo

The ground rumbled, forming cracks through the foundation. Gooey tar zipped up into the surface as it sculpted the silhouette of a figure. It stretched up with a loud groan, as though they were breaking through a knitted cage. Out stumbled a young man in a striped suit and a terribly done and faded head of green hair.

“For fuck’s sake, this entrance is not flattering at all. Whoever wrote this out…”

Mystic shook the remainders from the tar off his hands. He fixed the collar of his undershirt and straightened his tie.

“Hey, lovely Red. Tellin’ ya for the next time, gimme a heads up. Appearing through sludge from the depths of Hell is not entirely comfortable.” He was blunt with his words, though the tone with which he spoke didn’t really allow one to tell it apart from a joke or if he was being truthful.

“But forget ‘bout me.” Mystic grinned, folding his arm as he leaned closer at an odd angle. “Ain’t ya lookin’ much lovier in red?”

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Comparing the two bingos in her hands, Scarlett had something to say!

"Would you look at that... I didn't know you liked books," she chuckled, "or to sketch. Can I see what you draw some day?"

Not that she was surprised by the rest of the contents, although the amount of matches was something she certainly found impressive.

"Ah, but aside from that new information, seems like really care about..."

A short pause. After boldly eyeing the bottom half of his version once more, with all those similar adjectives, she finally looked at Mystic.

"…how people treat your body in particular. Right?" A finger gently trailed across the curve of his neck up to his chin, "no wonder why we have so much fun together~ We are almost a perfect match, who would have thought? Fufu, not me. Did you?"

"I can even get extra points with the right shoes and the exact amount of touch..."

“Oh, who knows. I might feel like it at some point. The sketchbook comes out when you’re not paying attention to me and that’s never the case.” Mystic replied, rather sarcastically.

He folded his arms and smiled as he watched Scarlett go on through the list of other similarities dotted down on the papers.

That moment of pause and bold ogling had him holding his breath. He glanced down then up at Scarlett as quickly as possible, but he was sure it was noticed. Oh, lord.

“Oh, yeah? You seem pretty confident on your stance. Though, I’m sure you have the abilities to back it up. And also, I guess you could ese a few other points if you put in that much effort.” Using the few inches he has over Scarlett, Mystic leaned over her with a grin. “I think I especially like you better when you look up at me.”

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Pairings Tattoos (1)

Aimic (@kurosawa-family)

Myslett (@kindan-no-kanojo)

[Admin!Danny: Wasn’t lying, here they are 🗿✨ Will continue with other ships later ‘cause I’mma collapse rn lmao 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️✨ Hope y’all like it ^^]

Part 2 Here

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So far

Mystic’s fucked-up-ship-AUs

Widowed (Aimic Verse. Aimer and Shoma are killed and Mystic is left to grieve)

Tormented (Harem!Ruki (Rustic) Verse. Mystic is caught)

Turned (Myslett Verse. Scarlett accidentally drains Mystic on a drinking binge and loses her mind in the aftermath. Ghoul!Mystic)

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Kiss

@kindan-no-kanojo Edition

“Where’re ya headed without saying goodbye, missy?”

[Admin!Danny: Let the horny duo be wholesome 😤✨✨]

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"Are you okay!?"

👻୧‿︵‿︵  Send me "are you okay?" for my muse to look down and realize that they've been shot somewhere. You can specify where they've been shot if you'd like.

It was as though Scarlett’s query returned him to his senses. The adrenaline had consumed his thoughts entirely, that even after reaching safety, he couldn’t stop a thousand thoughts from rushing in.

“Oh.” Mystic mouthed, lowering his hand to the bleeding bullet wound at his ribs. “Fuck.”

The pain shot through him in a flash. He began hyperventilating, much in a panic rather than ache. “Shitshitshitshit—”

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⌨️

(( 👀👀

Send “⌨️” for a headcanon concerning our muses’s relationship

“Loosen up your arms, Red. You look like we’ve got a corpse in the backseat. It’s not like we’ll die if you crash. Maybe break multiple things, but that’s as bad as it gets. …Hahaha! Okay, okay, I’ll shut up, quit glaring at me like that. Eyes forward now, the light’s green.”

Technologically naive—perhaps in a few more senses than one—Scarlett is subjected to a multitude of different challenges behind the steering wheel by Mystic. Him teaching her how to drive began somewhat as a joke, but slowly turned into full-blown outings where Mystic would simply hand the keys over to Scarlett without saying a word. The Founder gives guidance, of course, but most often than not teases her every few abrupt stops or missed turns.

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"I've been looking for you all day, I don't want to hear that you're spending your birthday alone!"

... were the last words a certain redhead barked through the phone after demanding to know the location of her friend, before hanging up. The brief silence got suddenly interrupted by relentless knocks on the door of his motel room.

Upon opening, Scarlett waited on the other side, almost empty-handed and somewhat restless. Wearing her classic green dress for special occasions, it was almost like she came prepared. Because, not only that...

"Ah! I knew it," a slightly muffled voice greeted him, while the Ghoul not only held something behind her back, but also presented herself wearing a facemask, "...I won't kiss you until you clean yourself up, young man. I've been smelling your deeds from a distance, luckily something has been telling me that I need extra protection around you, so I didn't push my luck today, fufu," vague as her comment was, she offered a giggle, "anywho, it's a shame the blood on yourself is someone else's, but it still suits you."

It was noticeable how she was smiling under the mask despite all. While it didn't cover all the bloody smell, it did help considerably; Scarlett brazenly eyed Mystic up and down, as if she was holding herself back from pouncing on him just yet. In the end, her gaze softened with another sigh, as she brought her hands to the front.

She gifted him a bunch of what she would call mismatched tulips.

"Well, happy birthday, dear Mystic~ Aren't these beautiful? I couldn't wait to give them to you when I saw them."

Two-toned tulips were delivered in a neat bow to the Founder, her amethyst pair shone even more as her grin grew wider beneath the thick cloth. When she spoke again, she winked at him.

"May I steal a little of your time on this lovely night? Or... a lot?"

Of all the things Mystic had thought he would go through on a lonesome birthday, he certainly hadn’t considered the day would begin with Scarlett berating him through the phone and arriving at his room’s door. He stood on the threshold, watching the Ghoul’s rather off appearance. Not at all for the face mask…

At Scarlett’s comments, Mystic lowered his gaze to his clothes. “Oh,” he mumbled. “Shit. My bad.” It was an honest mistake. If he had known she would end up with him, he would’ve rushed under the shower. Most of all, he was exhausted.

The Founder received the bouquet of mismatched tulips with widened eyes. It took him a moment after Scarlett’s explanation to realize what they represented.

There was a long silence on his part. The muffle noise from thin walls on the rundown motel buzzed around them.

A tear dribbled over Mystic’s face and plopped over one of the blossoms. He tried to choke back his sob, so he held his breath. The waterworks broke immediately after. “You—you shouldn’t have…”

Days of tireless work, where he ended up buying a small cake from the corner store simply to do something for his birthday while he was away from home. This small touch was his breaking point.

Mystic sniffled, wiping his face on his sleeve. “Tha—thank you…”