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m3rcuryxd2763 · 26 days ago
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Even more ramshackle ocs
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OCS!
Jasper: @schnozzlebozzle
Zaria: @rebootgrimm
Maple: @averagetmntfan
Toast: @toastingmyheart
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toastingmyheart · 2 months ago
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really shitty thing
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I love them so much ugh 🙁
I LOVE CRUMBS.
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marinamakesart · 7 months ago
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*I could be a good mother playing faintly in the background as I stare at the ramshackle children*
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toastingmyheart · 3 months ago
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gah.. crumbs warning..,, (first drawing was by my friend bee tee duba yu..)
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YOUU ALLLLL
GIMME YOUR RAMSHACKLE SHIPPS IM GONNA DRAW THEM 🫵🗿
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dilatorywriting · 2 years ago
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Pity Party
Gender Neutral Reader x Malleus Draconia Word Count: 3.3k
Summary: 'I'm going to do it,' you thought triumphantly. 'I'm going to invite Malleus Draconia to the next Unbirthday Party as my date.' And naturally, the Universe in all its infinite omnipotence, went 'lol bet.'
A/N: A very fun commission for the lovely @toast-tales
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“Heartslaybul is having another one of their Unbirthday Parties this Friday,” you said, a bit stilted but enthusiastic nevertheless. “And I was thinking—well, it was just a thought! But! Maybe it’d be nice if we, y’know, went together?” You finished, looking up from beneath your lashes at the looming figure before you.
The Gargoyle, naturally, did not respond. A sound rejection if ever there was one.
But! That attempt had sounded really good, hadn’t it? Totally natural and everything! Not a single stutter, fainting episode, or bought of nervous vomiting to be seen!
“Okay,” you muttered, pacing back and forth as you diligently fought the urge to ring your hands. “Okay, okay, okay. I can do this. It’s just, like, two sentences—Three? Was that three?—Doesn’t matter! Focus! It’s not that hard!”
You circled and circled around the alcove. It was a familiar little corner, for all that you’d only ever seen it in the dark of the evening. This was where you’d meet up with Malleus for your nighttime rendezvous. Normally you didn’t bother popping by for at least another hour, but you needed all the practice you could get. And while, yes, the stone carvings overhead were hardly the best conversational partners, it was easier to practice your totally smooth pickup skills on their emotionless faces than, like, Grim. Or God forbid, Ace and Deuce. 
It was only Malleus, you reassured yourself yet again—your kindly, awkward, fey friend with the social awareness of a two-centuries-old potato. It was one thing to know, or at least assume, that he’d be sweet enough to take your offer in stride. It was another entirely to imagine the Briar Prince’s blank ass face saying something genuinely well-intentioned but harsh like ‘that doesn’t sound like a particularly riveting way to spend my afternoon,’ and immediately crushing your soul into itty bitty bite-sized pieces. It was an all too easy scene to picture, as you’d done at least a hundred times since your heart had set itself on its intentions.
You just—maybe just a bit more time. Yes. One more round of practice (perhaps two), and then you’d be ready. Like the Overblots, or whatever. Those hardly phased you at all anymore! It only took repetitive, mind rending, exposure therapy. That would do it. You just needed the teeniest bit more time to—
“Ah—Child of Man. I wasn’t expecting to see you here so earl—”
You jolted back with a truly heinous squawk and wheeled gracelessly into the stone pillar at your rear. You weren’t exactly a force of nature or anything, but the column hadn’t looked all that stable to begin with. So your frantic flailing took its toll, and the great, rock, beam creaked and fell. The Gargoyle perched atop it (the very one you’d been propositioning for the past half hour or so) crashed to the ground with an echoing BOOM and a cloud of debris fit to choke an elephant.
The poor thing lay in the dirt in pieces, its regal countenance split right down the middle. And Malleus Draconia, noted aficionado of all things carved from stone, looked two steps away from having an actual aneurism. So you hurriedly buried your invitation back in the depths of your brain and quickly went about carrying out the inanimate-object-equivalent of CPR.
“I think I have some super glue back in Ramshackle,” you offered. Even though you knew well enough that he could probably wave his hand and undo the entire thing. But it was the thought that counted, right?
“Supered Glue?” Malleus parroted, his neon eyes darting back and forth between you and the shattered gargoyle like you’d just offered him some mystical panacea. You nodded along and scuttled off in the direction of your dilapidated dorm.
‘Tomorrow,’ you promised yourself, as you rifled through your miscellaneous utilities drawer, tossing around rolls of tape and wads of too-thin elastic bands. ‘Tomorrow I’ll ask him.’
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The next morning, you sat in Potion’s Class with the tacky remnants of last night’s nonsense dried along your fingertips. You sneezed and something ground unpleasantly behind your ear. You reached up to pluck a stray bit of gravel from your hair and flicked it aside.
Normally you tried to give Crewel’s lectures the entirety of your focus, primarily because you respected the man and wanted him to like you. And also, y’know, from the very rational standpoint of not wanting to lose your eyebrows or dignity when an incorrectly brewed potion exploded in your face. But today you were stuck in the clouds, replaying scenario after scenario and wondering what your next step in the whole ‘Ask The Crowned Prince of An Entire Nation Out to Lunch’ situation should be.
Your neck was itching again, and you scrubbed around mindlessly before pulling out another bit of gargoyle debris and tossing it. It bounced harmlessly off Jack’s shoulder.
“Did you get all that?” Your beastman friend asked, beginning the tedious process of organizing your group workstation for the day.
“Oh? Yes. Of course,” you nodded, not having heard a single word of what was going on. You grabbed your little instructions pamphlet for the day and made your way towards your own stool.
Jack turned and narrowed his yellow eyes at you in a way that clearly let you know that that superhuman schnoz of his had sniffed out your bullshit a mile away, but you generally had a better track record than the rest of the first years, so thankfully he let it slide.
Without further ado, you went about heating, and mixing, and tempering. And by the end, the pair of you had a lovely, silver, concoction that popped and fizzled like cola. Professor Crewel paused in his rounds of the rows to stare into your cauldron with an impassive sort of look that could have meant anything from ‘Content’ to ‘Outright Murder.’ Your eyes hastily flickered around the room, but everyone else’s potions looked liked Mercury Sprite too, so you couldn’t have been in too much trouble. You dipped the testing spoon into one of the bubbliest bits and brought it to your mouth to take a teeny sip. It tasted alright, and you smacked your lips as you tried to identify the flavor.
“Well?” The professor droned, crossing his arms over his chest in a fashion that looked entirely unimpressed. “How is it?”
You opened your mouth to reply and nothing came out but static. Literal static. Like you were some overloaded, old, plug—spitting sparks and whiny, high-pitched, nonsense that was most definitely an indication of some sort of fire risk.
Crewel hummed in that self-satisfied sort of way of his—the sort that was only mastered by those who were in the habit of being proven right during every, single, catastrophe.
“The Tickled Tongue recipe is fairly straightforward, you see,” he explained, stepping closer with a languid swishswish of his large overcoat. “It’s difficult to alter without any remarkable change or err. However,” he droned, “it is incredibly similar to the Stone Tongued Elixir. Do you know what the one, unique, ingredient in that brew is in comparison to our assigned project today, Prefect?”
You sighed fuzz.
“Stone,” he said, reaching out to pluck another bit of gravel from your hair.
Crewel brushed his hands against his vest and you debated if it’d be worth it to try jumping out of the window and escape while you still had at least some face.
“I’ve been kind enough to look the other way when you break curfew so that you may continue your… nightly excursions with a certain upperclassman,” he droned, and that open window was looking even more tempting. “But please at least give me the courtesy of cleaning up the evidence before attending my class in the mornings, yes?”
“Yes, sir,” you tried to say, but it just sounded like a busted landline.
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“Hello, Child of Man,” Malleus beamed, his lips curling pleasantly at the corners. His usual trio were flanking his hind, all watching with varying degrees of interest that ranged from sharp curiosity (Lilia) to outright hostility (Sebek).  “Would you care to accompany me for lunch?”
You opened your mouth and all that came out was the fucking AOL dial tone.
Lilia doubled over laughing and Malleus tilted his head at you like a dog listening to a whistle tone.
“Pardon?” He blinked.
“BZZZZZZ,” you said, miserable, and Lilia just laughed harder.
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‘Two days left,’ you reminded yourself miserably. You had just under forty-eight wretched hours to not only complete your initial Date Objective, but also somehow do that whole thing while making up for the ego-crushing failures of your first two failures.  
There was a Spelldrive match after classes today—another attempt for Leona to try and get one up on Malleus’s ‘Hall of Fame Worthy’ record before the pair of them aged out of the competition. And maybe that would be perfect! That was always sort of a Thing in teen movies, right? The big, heart wrenching, confession delivered on the field of whatever sport was in season. The fated couple lit all prettily beneath the glaring overhead lights and artfully drenched in a very timely shower of rain. This whole situation was practically writing itself.
So you tucked yourself into a warm, cozy, sweater fit for the breezy day and inevitable aesthetic downpour, and went to sit out in the stands. Which was your first mistake, because the match was being held on Savanaclaw’s practice field. So immediately you could feel sweat pooling along your lower back and along your brow as the magical, overhead, sunshine did its best to seer the flesh right off your bones. Malleus moved to step out onto the field and you went to wave at him enthusiastically, only to catch sight of the giant pit stains steeped into your stupid sweater. The dark spots opened up like the gaping maw on a beast, determined to derive its entire sustenance from your embarrassment alone. You clamped your arms back down to your sides and immediately began questioning the universe at large. Were you a murderer in a past life? Someone who scammed old ladies out of their pensions? What other reason could there be for the entire fucking cosmos to just perpetually go ‘hey, how about we make things worse.’
The game was probably going well or something, but you were swimming in so much swampy body heat at this point that you were starting to get dizzy.
With a sigh, you pulled the cute, wool, deathtrap over your head and tossed it aside—ruffling your sweat sticky hair for good measure to try and get some airflow going. It wasn’t the most dignified look or whatever, sitting there in only the thin cotton undershirt of your uniform and half drowned in your own secretions, but at least you weren’t in imminent danger of dying of heat stroke anymore. You leaned back on your elbows with another much more contented sigh and gave yourself a moment to let the last of that hot nausea settle.
“Oi! You horned bastard! Watch where you’re—”
There was a swirl of spitting green sparks and you looked back out onto the field just in time to get absolutely decimated by a Spelldrive disc to the face.
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“He really didn’t mean it,” Lilia said, but he was laughing so hard into his fist that it was hard to make out anything beyond merry gurgling. “In fact, he’s really very upset about the whole thing.”
You stared blankly at the off-white walls of the infirmary, wondering how it was possible for one person’s luck to be this bad.
“Where is he?” you asked. Your tongue felt thick and sluggish.
“I don’t think he would appreciate me saying that he was off hiding—pouting, even,” the fey tutted, floating up to sit cross-legged at your eyelevel. “But I don’t believe there’s a much more accurate way of putting it.”
“Why would he be hiding?” you trudged forward again, mouth still entirely uncooperative. “I wanted to ask him something,” you admitted, chronically dejected and acutely brain damaged.
“Did you now?” Lilia grinned, something mischievous and far too knowing lighting his wine-red eyes.
You nodded. You could feel the tug of the bandages around your forehead.
“Well, I’ll ask that you be patient with him,” he sighed fondly, reaching out to pat your cheek. “For all his years, our Prince is still a bit stunted.”
“Oh, please! He’s six and a half feet tall!” you complained.
Lilia laughed again, doubling over in the air and doing a full roll about—like a pill bug.
“Oh, dear,” he snickered, wiping a tear from his eye as he straightened back out to lounge upside down by one of the rafters. “You do deserve each other.”
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This was it. The final countdown. Friday.
The Unbirthday Party was this afternoon, and with God and the Heavens as your witness, you would be dragging Malleus Draconia there with you if it was the last thing you did.
‘The hardest part is supposed to be the rejection,’ you thought bitterly. ‘Not that crap leading up to it. This is bullshit. I want a refund.’
But no, if the Universe was going to be so cruel to you, then you were just going to have to be needlessly paranoid and prepared in advance. You set aside two spare sets of clothing and an umbrella. You packed an entire feast’s worth of provisions in case a fucking hole decided to open up in the ground or something and trap you in a cave for a week. You scribbled a little ‘Would you please go with me to the Unbirthday Party today’ on not one, or two, but three separate notes. Each in a different pocket. And laminated. And, perhaps most daring of all, you walked up to Ace and Deuce that morning with a stiff upper lip and an even stiffer spine.
“I’m going to ask Tsunotarou to come to the Unbirthday Party today,” you told them, fighting the urge to twist your hands into your jacket sleeves.
“What?” Ace choked, just as Deuce stepped in to clobber him over the back of the head and tell you very sweetly that he was sure that the House Warden would appreciate that very much.
“You must like him a lot,” your blue haired friend said, polite but clearly also at least a little unnerved.
“Yeah,” you sighed miserably, thinking of each and every horrible failure as the world at large fought your stupid affections at every turn. “I guess I do.”
So you went about your day like a soldier trudging through a warzone—always at the ready for something unknowable to fuck you over yet again. You looked twice around every corner, always let someone else walk through a doorway first, immediately spritzed Azul in the face with a spray bottle when he tried to start a conversation. It wasn’t paranoia when you knew the universe was out to get you.
The school day was coming to an end and so far you’d managed to avoid any catastrophes. When you caught sight Malleus off in the distance, you had to fight down the sudden swell of dueling panic and hope that blocked off your throat. You made eye contact with the fey prince from across the near empty corridor and he seemed to straighten. You took a deep breath and took one step forward, then another.
“Tsunotarou!” you called cheerfully. “I was wondering if you—”
“FIRE!” Crowley wailed, careening around the corner with all the urgency of someone who very much genuinely cared about the safety of their school and all its inhabitants. Which was outright ridiculous. His glowing, golden, eyes locked on you like you’d been the target of this caterwauling all along, and you wanted to scream. “Ah! My most darling and favorite of Prefects! You have to help! There’s a fire in—”
“No,” you snarled, like some great monster of old. And you watched the Headmaster pale beneath his bird mask. You reached out to pat his shoulder with a pleasantly threatening thump. thump. thump. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to sort it out on your own, sir. Have a lovely afternoon!”
And before you could chicken out, or something else could happen—like a tornado ripping the entire school up at its base and flinging you into Oz—you rushed forward and latched onto Malleus’s sleeve with a wide, panicked, sort of look in your eyes. Hisown eyes went round and wide, but he didn’t pull away, so step one complete.
“Please come to Heartslaybul’s Unbirthday Party with me!” You entreated. “As my date! With me! Together!” you word vomited, clutching at his sleeve even tighter.
“Oh,” Malleus breathed—those sharp, reptilian, pupils of his jumping into something soft and huge that swallowed the green of his irises in a sea of black. A pale, rose, pink crept along the tips of his pointed ears and you could feel your own cheeks blazing like a bonfire.
“Yup,” you nodded lamely, realizing you were still clutching his hand like a starving leper.
“Lilia had mentioned that you might…” he trailed off, gaze sliding to your fingers tangled beside his. “I hadn’t thought that—well…” He cleared his throat and stood to his full height with a puff that almost looked prideful. “Nevertheless,” he grinned, almost shy, and offered you his arm. “Shall we?”
You were going to die. Keel over. That would be the cosmos’s final strike against you. But though your heart beat like a rapid drum in your chest, you didn’t actually collapse in cardiac arrest. Your blood felt warm, but not with fever. It was… You’d actually done it!
You fought the urge to squeal and instead ducked excitedly against Malleus’s side with a secret little fist bump. His arm wound snuggly through yours and you were still too high on the thrill of victory to even consider being embarrassed about it.
“It may surprise you to know,” he said as you walked together towards the Queen of Heart’s Dormitory. “That I actually was attempting to ask something similar of you for this past week as well.”
“Really?” you gaped.
He nodded. “But it seemed as though fate itself was conspiring against me. The first evening went poorly, and then the next day you’d been cursed into silence. And you even ended up injured during one of my attempts.”
“The Spelldrive disc?” you blinked.
“Unfortunately,” Malleus sighed, leading you towards the familiar rose gardens. Which were lovely as always, and perfectly well painted for the afternoon’s festivities, and—
And… also on fire.
“Well what do you know…” you mumbled as you watched a furious Riddle chase a screeching Ace through the flaming fields. Trey had his head in his hands. Cater was filming the whole thing with an artful smear of ash drawn across his cheek.
Malleus made a low rumble of discontentment and you immediately swung the pair of you around to start heading back towards the Mirror Chamber.
“Not to worry!” you beamed, pointedly jostling the full picnic lunch in your bag. Sure, it hadn’t ended up being a gaping hole that had dragged you straight into the bowels of the abyss, but hey. Hellfire was hellfire. “I came prepared.”
“So did I,” Malleus smirked, the points of his canines peaking out of his lower lip. He twisted his fingers and the pair of you were surrounded in puffs of floating, sparkling, green lights.
And despite the Universe technically, yet again, having come out on top and flipped you and your date the proverbial middle finger, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be too upset at all.
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twstedreamweaver · 4 months ago
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Something Wicked - Yandere Jade Leech x G/N Reader
NRC is a dangerous place and you got on the bad side of some Savanaclaw students.
You end up making a huge mistake, but don't worry, Jade Leech is there to clean it up for you.
TW: A student commits suicide, violence, drugging, reader has a panic attack, slight suggestive content, murder -> minor character deaths, yandere themes, stalking, reader gets into a fist fight, kidnapping
The students of Twisted Wonderland's prestigious Night Raven College are known for many things, but kindness is most certainty not among them.
You knew the first day you stepped foot on campus that this world reveres the strong and preys upon the weak, and in the months since, you have become well acquainted with the unspoken laws of the school. The watchful eye of the faculty and the Housewardens (well, some of them) only extends so far. Out of their reach, in the shadowy hallways and courtyards, NRC devolves into a merciless, brutal game of survival of the fittest.
You're lucky that your friends are looking out for you.
"Ugh, those Savanaclaw students only seem to be gettin' bolder by the day." Ace frowned.
The expression on his face was hard to read, but he seemed... frightened. Genuinely frightened. The air suddenly felt frigid.
In the blink of an eye, Ace returned to his usual, cocky demeanor and his signature shit-eating grin replaced his previously solemn features.
"You're lucky I was here, or your ass would have been toast-".
"You mean we-" Deuce interrupted, annoyed.
"Whatev, dude, it was pretty much all me that made them run for the hills anywayyyy."
Deuce opted to ignored Ace's insult, his eyes clouded with genuine worry, "Y/n, are you alright?"
You glanced behind you, as three figures clad in Savanaclaw uniform rounded a corner. You frowned.
Right before they disappeared, one turned his cloaked head to look at you, features dark, hidden beneath his hood and he curled his lips into a sinister grin.
A chill crawled up your spine. They were too far away to see clearly; you must have imagined it.
You invoked the ire of Savanaclaw once before, during the Spelldrive tournament, but being in Leona's good graces convinced them to overlook you for easier targets.
But not even Leona could deter them this time.
"They've been at it for what? Three days now?" Ace's voice pulled you from your thoughts.
You let out a heavy sigh before giving them a smile, albeit a pained one. You chose to ignore Ace's rhetorical question for the time being.
"Thanks guys. I'm honestly really grateful to always have you guys ready to back me up. I don't know what I'd do without you." You can't remember the last time you admitted something so serious, so sincere and heartfelt.
The constant state of paranoia and hypervigilance you'd been living in were really getting to you.
Both Deuce and Ace seemed to reel back at your words, surprised. You swear you see the hint of pink grace their cheeks, as they turn away, muttering jumbled combination of "Erk, yeah, uh, no problem!" and "Well, yeah you should be thanking us."
No way that's all it takes to make them blush. You smile inwardly.
"Let's get out of here. It's getting dark."
As the trio, talking amongst themselves, returns to the safety of the main corridor, a lone figure quietly follows.
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Even Grim's snoring could not distract you from the cacophony of your thoughts that night.
Ace and Deuce were insistent on spending the night at Ramshackle. Ace in particular tried to worm his way into your bed, on the pretense of 'protection'. Deuce vehemently objected of course.
Your bed was already small after all, and Deuce definitely did not seem to enjoy the idea of you lying that close to him while he dejectedly watched from the hard floor. And Grim would have been pissed to not have enough room at the bottom of the bed to curl up.
And Grim did already loudly insist that he - Grim the Great! mind you - is perfectly capable of protecting his human! And he certainly didn't need help from those two.
You turned down Ace's suggestion anyway, teasing him alongside Deuce, leading to a grumbling Ace defeatedly disappearing down the staircase.
In all honesty, you wouldn't mind - given the current situation - but the thought of your bodies touching admittedly made your cheeks grow uncomfortably hot.
The duo opted to sleep on the couches in the foyer instead, as Deuce suggested. It was the best location anyway, as they'd be closer to the main entry if anyone tried to break in.
After giving them blankets and biding Ace and Deuce goodnight, you settled in with Grim, who quickly fell asleep, leaving you to lie awake, alone with your thoughts.
You sighed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep was futile.
Your troubles began well before the incident.
Henry, a Savanaclaw student you had shown a sliver of kindness to in Alchemy class, started following you around the school, trying to talk to you, to befriend you, to be near you. He spiraled into a twisted form of infatuation. He'd give you weirdly expensive gifts (which you'd decline), researched your interests extensively, and hunted down all your socials online.
You weren't interested in him, not romantically or even platonically, he was creepy, to say the least, and you hardly wanted him as a friend. You were civil, polite at first, but you became increasingly harsh as the weeks dragged on.
While NRC was cruel, you were lucky to have made allies with the people you did.
Your friends noticed him within a few days. You had amassed many friends in high places while at the school and they ensured that he never got close to you, except, of course, in Alchemy class, the one class you shared with him. Crewel, ever watchful, quickly noticed and separated you, ensuring that you weren't together on projects.
Occasionally, you'd feel a tinge of guilt. While he certainly was annoying, you couldn't help but feel that he didn't deserve what happened.
Seemingly over the span of a week, Henry managed to amass a large group of very powerful people who all greatly despised him.
Idia deactivated his socials and Leona and Ruggie practically banned him from leaving the dorm after classes. Azul tricked him into a terrible deal and Riddle would slap a collar on him for the most minor of infractions.
You guessed he'd give up. He didn't. He actually got more aggressive, more spiteful towards you for not reciprocating his feelings. More hateful and angry at the injustices he was subjected to by the Housewardens. He got worse and worse by the day, until one day, he inevitably snapped.
Love potions are not only highly taboo, but also illegal in Twisted Wonderland. Moreso, it's incredibly easy to determine the culprit, as each potion is unique to its user.
Jack, with his sharp sense of smell, caught a whiff of something in your drink at the cafeteria. You had no idea how Henry managed to slip something into a sealed drink that you purchased from the cafeteria directly, but he did.
You and Jack went to Vil, arguably the alchemy genius of the school, who determined that it was a love potion. And given the situation with Henry and a strand of his hair, it was easy to determine that it was none other than Henry's love potion.
Henry was expelled from Night Raven College shortly after Vil showed Crowley the evidence. The police were alerted, and it seemed that he was set to spend a year in prison.
But Henry never went to jail. He never even got arrested.
A few hours after the police arrived and they couldn't seem to find him, a frantic student stumbled into Crowley's office.
Henry was found hanging from a tree on the edge of school grounds. A noose tightened around his blue neck, eyes bulging. It was a terrible sight and one that Crowley did not want to get out. And Crowley made sure the truth never saw the light of day.
To the general public and his family, Henry likely ran away to escape prosecution. But you, and a select few, knew the truth.
The whole situation reeked of suspicion to you. You couldn't help but wonder if Henry was framed, if he really did kill himself, or if someone else was responsible.
But for everyone concerned, it appeared Henry disappeared from your life as quickly as he had entered it, but the problem was far from over.
Henry had dedicated friends, and they resented you. Despised you.
They started appearing late at night, tailing you as you walked home. You told Deuce and Ace and you all concluded that while their identities were always obscured, it had to be the late Henry's vengeful friend group. They were upperclassmen, Savanaclaw students, and while Ace and Deuce seemed ready to take the fight to them, you urged them not to. The last thing you wanted was for them, your best friends, to get hurt on your behalf.
After all, they were likely just trying to scare you. But the sinister aura you felt told you otherwise. You wish they knew how guilty you felt, how you cried when he died. It wasn't your fault, you knew that, but you couldn't help but feel responsible for Henry's suicide.
You hadn't told anyone besides Ace and Deuce. Fear and guilt stopped you. Fear that history would repeat itself. That another student would stumble upon three more bodies hanging from a tree.
Why is this always happening to me?
You tossed and turned for an hour, until finally you fell into an unsteady sleep, haunted by nightmarish visions.
Unbeknownst to you, they were waiting for you to do just that.
A person, clad in black, crawled out from under your bed.
"Got you."
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You awoke to cold, unrelenting, freezing cold. You felt as if you were in a fog, as if your limbs were tied to weights you couldn't hope to lift. You heard distorted voices and the whispers of wind.
The Savanaclaw students. Henry's friends. They got you.
Adrenaline surged through your body, ripping you out of your deep, mind-numbing slumber.
Your eyes flew open, but you couldn't see anything except the night sky as your eyes adjusted to the low light. You were on your back, you felt grass against your exposed skin and the hard ground beneath your head.
The voices sharpened into focus.
"-wait for this lying bitch to get what they deserve."
You have to get up. You're starting to see figures moving around you. Three, two milling around, one trying to lift something with magic. They had a lantern set on the ground, but it was faint, barely enough to emit enough light to see what the one was trying to lift.
"Well, then fucking help me lift this. Jeez, why am I doing all the damn work-"
It almost looked like, a rock?
"Sorry, got distracted. Rich, you recordin'?"
You have to get up, now.
You feel like there's electricity surging through your body, snapping you out of the sleep-induced haze.
You were drugged. It must have worn off before they planned.
"I can't wait to see their head fucking splatter."
You leaped up. The world was spinning, you were moving so fast, your brain couldn't keep up. You stumbled then lunged, aiming for the lone figure that wasn't lifting up the rock.
Your vision narrowed.
One of them yelled, out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of the students whip around towards you, canceling the spell, as the rock fell right onto the other's foot.
Curses, yells, it didn't matter. The man's screams were dilluted by your concentration on the man in front of you.
His face was distorted, his mouth agape. He was turning towards you.
Perfect.
You clenched your right hand into a fist and planted your feet into the dirt, bracing yourself, as you reeled back and aimed for his exposed jaw.
You exhaled sharply right before your fist collided with his jaw with a crack. His head whipped to the left, spit flying out of his mouth, a choked, strangled noise coming from deep in his throat.
Your left elbow was ready, your right arm coming back to guard, twisting your torso as you threw your elbow into the left side of his head, swinging through.
You couldn't feel anything, everything was moving too fast, but you were sure you might have broken your hand.
After the collision, you jumped back, head whipping around to face your approaching opponent.
A punch was heading right for you, aimed at your head.
You side stepped, centering yourself, grabbed his arm with your left hand and then reeled back for another right punch. As he stumbled forward, your right fist met the side of his face. He lurched to the side, and you stepped behind him to kick at his lower back, you planted your foot on his tailbone and pushed, sending him sprawling forward.
The other man was trying desperately to lift the rock off his foot, but he couldn't pick it up with magic alone and he certainly couldn't lift it with his own strength.
The man fell face first into the dirt. He was weak, helpless, entirely at your mercy.
Your vision was red, your breathing was heavy, your lungs and throat burned as you raised your foot and slammed it down.
They deserve this.
You were enraged, terrified, the world was spiraling but. You were finally in control.
You were on top now; you were the one in power.
Your foot slams down over and over again.
They were going to kill you.
You didn't need magic, not this time.
In this shitty world, you were always the magicless nobody, lost, homeless, at the whims of a headmage who couldn't care less.
He was begging for you to stop, trying to lift himself, but each stomp left even weaker.
And you blame me? You go after me?
His face is caved in, you hear a crack as your foot meets his skull again and again.
Why am I always the problem? Why do I always have to deal with this?
The blood looks black under the moonlit night.
I never asked for any of this.
Tears started streaming down your cheeks, the man with the rock on his foot was yelling, begging you to stop as he watched, completely helpless, as his friend was beaten.
You were going to do this to me! Why the fuck should I stop?
He wasn't breathing anymore, was he?
Reality seemed to shift into focus.
What have I done?
"I never wanted Henry to die!" You screamed, as you stepped back, staring at the lifeless body in front of you, shaking.
You collapsed to the ground, sobs wracking your throat, "I never wanted any of this!"
"What was I supposed to do?"
The other student still lay unconscious on the ground a few feet away.
You couldn't breathe.
He was dead, you were certain.
Everything was spinning again, you were nauseous, your hand stung, your elbow stung, your head was muddled by the lasting effects of a drug.
You were sobbing and you couldn't figure out how to breathe. The air wouldn't enter your lungs.
"Oh my god." you wheezed through choked sobs and tears.
A hand landed, gently, on your shoulder.
"It's going to be alright, Y/n."
You whipped around to see Jade Leech towering over you. His expression unreadable in the dark.
"Jade?" You choked out.
The boy with the rock on his foot stared, mouth hanging open. He was quiet.
The whole world was quiet for a moment.
"In the flesh." You saw the trace of a smile in the dark.
"I'll take care of this, Y/n. Nothing is going to happen to you." You suddenly noticed the sharp edge in his calm tone, the piercing sinister nature of his words.
You couldn't move as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to you. You took it with shaky hands.
He stood up and walked quickly toward the remaining Savanaclaw student.
Like a predator that knew its prey was cornered.
"Please, no, I'm sorry, Jade-" The boy was trembling, his pleas falling on deaf ears. "I'll do any-", the student's sentence was cut short. A gurgling, gasping sound came from the student. Jade's gloved hands were squeezing the boy's neck. The student flailed, arms clawing at Jade, writhing, and Jade only dug his fingers in more.
You watched in horror, at his inhuman strength, at the silent, brutal way in which he drained the life from the student's eyes.
All you could hear was the gasps of the boy in the dead of night, as you stared, helpless to move.
His body collapsed, head lolling to the side, with a final twitch.
Jade refused to let go as the seconds seemed to crawl by, barely half a minute but it felt like an eternity.
Jade dropped the boy, still stuck under the rock, as his body rag dolled and flopped onto the ground.
"No matter how many obstacles I must dispose of, I will always protect you, Y/n," Jade's voice broke the uncomfortable, painful silence.
Your stomach churned and your vision closed in, your arms barely able to hold yourself up. You collapsed onto your side, the drug and the stress and the fear all adding up.
Jade turned his head to look at you, a sinister grin flashing sharp teeth contorting his face.
"I assure you that I will always keep you safe." As you fell into unconsciousness, you heard Jade moving towards you in the dark.
You felt a gloved hand brush hair from your face.
"Allow me to take care of your problems, just like last time."
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dotster001 · 1 year ago
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Gold Digger End
Summary: another for tuna CC end
A/N: as usual, you can vote for the next ending here. I combined this person, with a scenario that was requested... So.... 😁
Part One Part Two Part Three Choose Another ending
"Grim! What the actual fuck?"
You had stumbled upon Grim's notebook, which was titled, "How to Marry Y/N off to Idia".
"Y/N! That's my super secret diary! Put it back!"
"Like hell it's your diary!" You snapped.
"Listen, Y/N," he climbed up your body, and cupped your cheeks with his paws, face stern, "it's time to face the facts. We are poor."
"I know that, but-"
You were cut off by a loud crash as the railing fell off the stairs, which was quickly followed by the collapse of the stairs themselves.
The two of you stared at the fallen stairway. Silent. Pondering. You shifted Grim to your hip, and picked up his fallen notebook.
"Are you sure Idia is our best option?"
"Technically, Leona has more money, but he's on an allowance. If he steps out of line, we're toast."
"But he's willing to work with us?"
"Are you asking if he wants you?" Grim laughed. "Yeah. You'd be hard pressed to find someone who doesn't want you in this school. It's a little concerning."
You flipped past Idia's pages, finding some final notes on Leona.
"Let me talk to him."
"Are you sure?" Grim couldn't help but be frightened by your change of heart.
"Grim, look at our stairway, and ask if I'm sure again."
You both looked back at the stairs.
"I'll call him and set up an appointment," Grim muttered, leaping out of your arms, and pulling Leona's file, which was hidden under the couch.
….
Leona was watching the both of you, smugly, from across his desk.
"I have to say, I'm a little surprised to see you here, herbivore. I thought you would still be living in denial."
You scowled over the rim of your glasses, that matched Grim's.
"Mr. Kingscholar-"
"Mr. kingscholar? What happened to kitty cat?"
You hid your flustered face by pushing your glasses back up your nose. But you didn't miss Grim's confused glance your way.
"Kitty cat?"
"Mr Kingscholar!" You cut him off. "We are willing to choose you as my lover and future husband, but we need to know that you will not blow it."
He leaned back in his chair, giving you a long, slow once over.
"Hmm."
He stood up, and walked to the window behind you, staring at the Savannaclaw courtyard.
"I can be a good little kitty cat. If it's for you."
You choked, and fiddled with your glasses again.
"How much do you need right now?"
He still wasn't looking at you, and it wasn't helping anything.
"Huh?"
"200,000 thaumarks to renovate the stairwell, and restabilize Ramshackle," Grim spoke up for you.
Leona pulled out his wallet, and filled out a check, handing it to Grim.
"Are there any contracts the two of us need to sign, little mouse? Maybe one that makes you promise not to fall in love with me?" Leona smirked, as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze.
"I-" your tongue felt like lead, and you swallowed, before starting over, "I don't think that's a concern."
Your voice was completely cracked, but at least you got the statement out.
"Hmm," he said again, devilish smirk not leaving his face. "But you do plan to at least pretend to be my perfect little partner, yes?"
"That's the idea," you choked out.
"Hmm."
He had to stop saying hmm. You couldn't handle it.
"Well, in exchange for that 200 k, you'll join me at a charity ball tomorrow evening, and then let me hold you until we both fall asleep."
"Tomorrow?!? I don't have anything to-"
"I had a feeling Grim would have end up picking me, even if he didn't choose me first. I got you something to wear."
He walked over to his closet and pulled out a stunning outfit.
"Oh," you shifted in your seat. It would definitely look good on you. How long had he been planning this? And why were you getting so excited and flustered thinking about him, thinking about your future with him?
"Oh," he mocked, handing you the hanger. "Try that on so Ruggie can fit it if he has to. Bathroom is over there. Fuzzball, go get him." Leona pointed you towards the bathroom, and Grim towards the door.
Grim, needless to say, was very confused. But he fetched Ruggie anyway.
Just as they were about to reenter, Ruggie turned to Grim.
"Any chance you can get me a sugar mommy or daddy? I'm not picky, I'm into all of the above, you just have to find them for me."
Grim grinned, "Ten percent of your future allowance, and you got yourself a deal."
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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months ago
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I remember you wrote a thing where Crowley interviews Fellow for a teaching job, can we get a continuation of that? idk where Gidel would fit so yeah sorry
[Referencing this interaction!]
So tell me, do you wanna go?
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Every morning was a new opportunity presenting itself in a gift-wrapped box. This morning was, perhaps, the grandest opportunity, the greatest gift, of them all.
From the moment Fellow had woken up, he had been a flurry of movement, almost as fast as the words he often spewed. Buttering toast for two (a luxury for them), packing a small bag of pencils (each of varying length), untangling the knots in Gidel's hair, tying the boy's shoelaces for him. He had also been up late redoing the stitching on his suit, ironing the wrinkles out, and searching for a matching pair of socks for Gidel. The first rule of making a good impression: dress to impress.
Even when they were out the door and rushing to the main school building, Fellow fretted. He smoothed out his shirt, redid his cravat over and over, wiped his glasses more times than he could count. (In fairness, that number still wasn't very high, but it was the sentiment that mattered.)
The imminent shadow of Night Raven College loomed, making him feel small and powerless. Here, dreams were made—and crushed.
Like his had been, once upon a time.
His mind blanked. It had run off and hid, shivering in a dark recess somewhere, wedged between doubt and despair.
He was brought back to earth by a warmth and pressure at his arm. Fellow glance down to find Gidel grasping him and offering an encouraging grin. His jacket and vest were oversized, and his tie sloppy, but he glowed with excitement.
“… You’re right, Giddie. What am I mopin’ around for? It’ll do me no good.” Fellow sighed, banishing his bad thoughts in that breath. “We should be celebrating! Today’s a big day for us. Our new beginning.”
Together, they took the brave first step into the foyer. Down the hallway and to the right, their first stop.
Again, his heart raced. Anxiety and fear surging, despite his efforts to keep them at bay.
Smile at the face of danger. Get tough when the going gets rough. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, he coaxed himself. You can do this. Show those snooty little rich kids what you’re capable of!
“Let’s go…!” Fellow bellowed, seizing Gidel by the shoulders. It’s SHOWTIME!”
They barged in, the door opening with such force that it slammed against the wall. Students startled in their seats.
“M-Myah?!” Grim snapped awake from his nap. “What’s happenin’, am I still asleep or what?!”
Beside him, the Ramshackle Prefect perked up. They waved at Fellow and Gidel, as if they had been expecting them all along, Of course—they had been the one to pass along a strong recommendation to the headmaster.
“Mornin’, teach! Mornin’, new classmate!” they chirped.
Ace groaned, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me. This is the guy they hired for the new Life Skills course?”
"H-Hey, don't be rude to the new professor!" Deuce hissed at his dorm mate. “Show some respect!”
Show some respect.
Respect! That’s right, he deserved it. He was among them now—amid the elites, instructing them.
Fellow straightened, marching right up to the podium at the front of the classroom. (Gidel followed him, only to be shooed off and whispered a reminder that he belonged in a desk. He scurried to a free spot in the corner, planting his supplies down.)
“Students!” Fellow announced, rapping his fox-tipped cane on the podium. His voice, loud and proud. “Your attention please!
“Welcome to Life Skills. As the name suggests, this class will focus on practical skills that’ll serve you well in life. I’ll be your instructor. The name’s Fellow, Fellow Honest—but please, please, call me by my first name!”
Deuce’s hand instantly shot up. “S-Sir, isn’t that kind of familiarity improper?!”
“In my classroom, everyone’s an equal. Myself included,” Fellow laughed, tipping his top hat at his bewildered audience. “Let’s have fun together, shall we?”
“Wow,” Deuce murmured raptly, seriously impressed. “The new professor’s so chill.”
Gidel and Yuu clapped excitedly for him. Ace rolled his eyes.
“This is gonna be a long semester.”
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hisui-dreamer · 2 years ago
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cook your way to your man's heart!
Characters: Deuce, Ruggie, Jade, Malleus
Synopsis: In which you decide to cook your guy's favourite food to condition them into liking you. Don't underestimate a person in love!
Tags: fluff, crack, reader is good at cooking, food is used as bribery, bot proofread
Word count: 766
Notes: inspired by this post
Disclaimer: this post is entirely light-hearted and as a PSA, please do not manipulate people.
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this man adores you to bits
house-spouse material!!
every time he's so curious to see what you made for him
is it an egg sandwich? a quiche? an omelette? egg rolls?
he'll happily eat all of it, he loves your food!
refuses to share with anyone else unless it’s you
he finds you so endearing and he really appreciates the gesture
he would offer to cook with you or help you wash the dishes
before he knows it, he wants to always be close to you
walks you to school every morning, saves you a seat at lunch, etc.
when you tell him you made him food bc you liked him, he’ll be ecstatic
you put in all that effort for him?? that’s so sweet of you!
he wants to introduce you to his mom and see you two working in the kitchen together, his two most favourite people in the world
"Prefect, thank you so much for making me food!" Deuce says heartily. "Everything tastes amazing, you're so talented! I'm so happy to eat your cooking!"
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oh he falls for it so bad
house-spouse material no.2!!
while he's careful with trusting people, he can't deny seeing you makes him so happy and he just can't resist the food
every time he sees you his tail is shaking in excitement
he has half a mind to wonder where you're getting the expenses from to keep making food for him
but hey how could he ever resist donuts?
he's so flattered and wants to repay you somehow
finds more opportunities to spend time with you in his busy schedule
works extra hard to earn thaumarks and get you some gifts
also he's always there for you if you need help
by the time he realises, he's head over heels in love with you
he can't say he minds, you're such a lovely person and you come with great food!
"Wow Prefect, are you trying to bribe me with donuts? I'm not that easy, ya know. Shishishi!" Ruggie laughs, his lips coated in chocolate. "But I gotta say, these donuts are awesome. You really know how to make a guy feel special. Thanks a ton, you're the best," he beams.
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he's cautious when you start giving him food withouta good reason
he knows what you're up to fast
what else would you expect from a master manipulator like himself?
he'll play along though, only to enjoy your cooking
he does appreciate the effort you're putting in to make him happy by preparing his favorite food
even though he knows, he still finds himself looking forward to seeing what new dish you might bring
would it be octopus carpaccio? a toasted mushroom and egg sandwich?
he loves everything you make for him
eventually he'll find himself in love with you, but only willfully
by that point he'll start teasing you and play around with your expectations to keep you on your toes
truly a match made in heaven, two scheming dorks in love
but hey, all's fair in the game of love
"Why thank you, Prefect. Your thoughtfulness is truly appreciated," Jade says as he savors another bite. "This octopus carpaccio is quite exquisite. Perhaps you'd be kind enough to impart some of your culinary secrets to me? I would love learning from such a skilled cook." He's smiling but there's a certain glint to his eyes.
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happy dragon noises
he's so in love with you omg
he was already interested to you when he met you in ramshackle
but one night you started offering him ice cream?
he's smitten
and you made it by yourself???
lilia's holding him back from marrying you instantly
he’ll find himself visiting you whenever he’s craving food or you
he's so fascinated by how ice cream is made and all the different flavours he can try
insert image of malleus furiously shaking a plastic bag with ice and cream in it
appreciates your determination and hard work in the kitchen so much
it makes him feel so valued and cared for
gives you all of his treasures to woo you and pays for all of the ingredients
and offers to help you in the kitchen, although you should keep a close eye on him if you don't want ramshackle burnt to the ground
Malleus smiles at you contently. "Might I express my sincerest gratitude, prefect? Your efforts to make my favorite food are not unnoticed, and I am deeply appreciative of your kindness," he says. "Your gifts are cherished, and I find myself drawn to your company more and more each day."
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-Ghosts haunting Ramshackle dorm- Yuu: You're all ghosts with telekin... Yuu: Telekineti- Yuu: Telemarketing powers. You don't become magicians, you don't go to roulette tables, instead you come here? Do I look like Panda Express? Ghosts: [lift up a broom] Yuu: What the hell? You want some toast? Go sweep the floors. Ghosts: Ghosts: [drop the broom and try to leave] Yuu: Where do you think you're going? Did I say you could leave? Ghosts: Yuu: Go sweep the floors. Ghosts: Yuu: I will send you to Jesus. Yuu: [throws broom at the ghosts] Grim: I thought ghosts were incorporeal??
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theolivetree123 · 10 days ago
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◇ Yuuki's Intro ◇
More info below!
◇ Basic Info ◇
Age: 18 years old
Height: 170cm
Birthday: June 4th
Sexuality: Demiromantic, Asexual, Pansexual, Non-Binary
Nicknames: YuYu (Yumei and Hana), Henchman (Grim), Shrimpy (Floyd)
Dominant Hand: Left
Dorm: Ramshackle
Grade: 1st Year
Favorite Food: Ramen
Least Favorite Food: Toast
Likes: Video games, silence, cats, the smell of pastries, knives
Dislikes: Darkness, being alone, sudden loud noises, knives
Best Subject: N/A
Club: Art Club
Hobbies: Drawing, painting, playing video games
Homeland: Japan in the mid-2000s
Family: unnamed mother, father, sister and brother
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◇ Before NRC ◇
Warning for mention of attempted suicide and bullying !!
Yuuki had no friends in their old school. There, they would be either ignored or harassed by their classmates due to their odd interests, leading to Yuuki becoming shy and reserved. It didn't help that Yuuki couldn't find comfort in their family, either, as their mother would excuse Yuuki's bullying to just be “their way of thinking” and tell them to ignore them, their siblings would call Yuuki “weird” and even “crazy” due to their liking of knives and horror media, and their dad was almost never home, always working long shifts.
All of this stress over years upon years finally pushed Yuuki over the edge, and on one cold, December night, Yuuki attempted to end their life. After stealing a knife from the kitchen, Yuuki made their way to the middle of the woods, not wanting anyone to see them as they took their life. As they stabbed themselves in the stomach, a black carriage sped towards them, and Yuuki fell unconscious.
The next thing they knew, they fell out of a coffin, feeling strangely fine. No stab wound or anything. Yuuki quickly fled the room, panicking about where they were. And as they fled the building, they looked up at the campus before them.
“Where the hell am I?!?”
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◇ Relationships ◇
Grim & Ramshackle Ghosts: Yuuki and the residents of Ramshackle's relationship are very similar to how it is in twst canon, though Yuuki is still a bit frightened by the ghosts. Grim often has to rope Yuuki in with him when he wants to do something, as Yuuki is extremely cautious about almost everything.
Hana: As (technically) vice housewarden of Ramshackle, Yuuki respects Hana and treats her well. Yuuki sees Hana as somewhat of a mother figure, as Hana is older and wiser than them and tends to keep Grim and Yumei out of trouble.
Yumei: Yuuki doesn't like Yumei that much, as she's very outgoing and bubbly. Though Yumei tries to get along with Yuuki, sometimes they just don't click. However, Yuuki still appreciates Yumei and sees her as a sister.
Ace & Deuce: Yuuki appreciates Ace and Deuce due to them being able to push Yuuki out of their comfort zone and being their first friends. Though, Yuuki sometimes feels like a third wheel, always taking a backseat while Ace and Deuce bicker.
Idia: Being the one who supplies and plays video games with Yuuki, Idia is one of Yuuki's best friends. They always get along, even having sleepovers sometimes specifically to play video games. Yuuki feels seen when talking to Idia, as they were mocked for liking video games and anime.
Vil: As one of the people to help him overcome his overblot, Yuuki is quite dear to Vil. Even though they don't have much in common, the two still talk and hang out sometimes. Yuuki still feels somewhat strange about Vil being friends with them since he's such a popular figure, but Vill assures Yuuki that they can still be friends no matter how popular he is. While Yuuki only sees a friendship, Vil seems to want something more. Though Vil acts casual around Yuuki, he still has a tiny crush on them.
◇ Relationship Charts ◇
With some of my mutual's OCs !
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◇ Miscellaneous Facts ◇
Yuuki has Autism and ADHD
Yuuki doesn't like being around knives
When Yuuki feels sad, they sometimes paint on the walls of Ramshackle
Yuuki covers up their self-harm scars regularly. Only Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts have seen them
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the-broken-truth · 8 months ago
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Blot-Mates: Yuu & The Overblots [Part 2]
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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]
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[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.
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[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]
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toastingmyheart · 2 months ago
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ASK MY CURRENT TWO RAMSHACKLE OCS QUESTIONS!!!!!!!
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ritcchamadayo · 2 years ago
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Hear me out, what if for Valentine's Day, Jamil's s/o does all his chores for him in secret? Not only that, they invite him to Ramshackle for a feast dedicated to him because he's worked so hard?
awww (⁠ ⁠;⁠∀⁠;⁠) anon thats so sweet!! all the love for Jamil, he deserves a rest from time to time!
Only for You
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Jamil Viper x Reader ; For your overworked, responsible boyfriend Jamil Viper, you decide to make this year's Valentine's the best he's ever had! (It's kinda my first time writing Jamil, so I hope I do him justice~)
"...Huh?"
To say that he was surprised is more than an understatement. Jamil woke up early that day, got himself dressed and even took his time making sure his braids were in perfect position. He was sure he's ready to tackle all the chores and favors Kalim might give him today, but...
He definitely didn't expect a fully-dressed Kalim to be setting the table for breakfast, and he certainly didn't expect the scent of Eggs Lahsa and toasted Pita breads filling the entire domitory.
"Good morning Jamil!" Kalim beamed, pulling the taller man towards the Scarabia lounge.
"Good morning." Jamil answered curtly, still a little confused. "Why is everyone out so early and setting up breakfast already?" He took a glance at the multiple Scarabia students in the area, holding plates and cutleries in their hands.
"You won't believe what happened!" Kalim exclaimed. "When we woke up, breakfast was already served and made in the kitchen! Wasn't it your doing, Jamil?"
Jamil was at a loss for words. "I.. I just woke up, I didn't cook anything. There's even some Shawarma fillings ready to cook..? This is more than enough for lunch and dinner."
"Huh." The housewarden shrugged. "Well, there's enough food for a feast so let's just dig in! It's rare for you to have a day off from the kitchen!" Kalim ran towards their dorm mates, with Jamil hurriedly trailing behind him. "Kalim, wait! I need to check for poison first! Kalim!!!"
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The breakfast was positively safe and delicious, both Kalim and Jamil even found themselves enough leftovers to have a second portion. And while everyone's happy that Jamil had one less thing to worry about today, Jamil's confusion keeps on adding up during the day and the man was stunned in place when he saw the sight in front of him.
He'd usually do the laundry for his and Kalim's clothes, hand washing them personally and leaving them up on the clothesline overnight before folding them the next day. But he didn't expect the clothes he put off to clean from yesterday were all hung on the clothesline, meanwhile the dried cloths were already neatly ironed and folded, sitting on the laundry basket and lint-free, the soft scent of his usual detergent filled the laundry room.
Jamil was a cautious man though, and he had to re-check all the clothes and the folds to make sure nobody planted anything on them. Once he's sure that their clothes are all clear, he decided to run towards the kitchen. There should be some dirty dishes left, right?
Oh how he was wrong. All the pots, pans, and plates were squeaky cleaned and carefully polished, neatly put down on the kitchen counter. Jamil gasped, once again surprised and confused. "Who in the world..?" He checked each plate and pan, finding that it's been meticulously cleaned and no stains were left on them.
"Kalim's room..!"
Jamil ran towards the housewarden's room, and was just as surprised when he saw the room has been meticulously cleaned as well. The bedsheets were tidily folded and the pillows were fluffed up, the floor was spotless and polished, and even after careful inspection Jamil didn't find any of Kalim's belongings out of place or stolen.
"Who would be doing all of this, I wonder... They're definitely not looking to take advantage of Kalim, that's for sure." Jamil raised an eyebrow, opting to double check around Kalim's room.
His thoughts wandered over to the Octavinelle housewarden and his two peers, who had pulled this sort of stunt a while before he overblotted.
"Could it be Azul..? No, no way. If it was, he'd be obnoxiously showing himself around the dorm and I'd be able to hear those obnoxious clacking of his shoes. And the twins would be hard to miss, since they're big and tall."
"JAMIIILLLLL!!!!" Kalim soon ran into his room, pouncing on his childhood friend. "UWAGH- KALIM!"
Kalim laughed and rolled off the man, his hand seemingly holding onto a piece of paper. "Did you clean up the room for me? Thanks so much Jamil!" He exclaimed, the usual grin on his face. "Oh! Anyway, I found this letter in front of your room earlier! I think someone might be looking for you!"
Jamil reeled in from the impact of Kalim's body, but he quickly recovered and took the letter from Kalim's hands.
"To : Mr. Jamil Viper,
I cordially invite you to come to Ramshackle Dorm tonight at 19:00, for a special surprise. Don't be late!
~ <;3"
Jamil chuckled, looking at the all too familiar handwriting. Who else but the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm who would send him such an invitation?
"Who is it? Who is it?" Kalim peeked from behind Jamil's shoulder, reading the contents of the letter. "Oh! It's (Y/n)!" Kalim made a smug look and nudged his friend. "Look at you, getting a surprise from the prefect!"
Jamil laughed, swatting Kamil away gently. "I suppose I'll need to be prepared then."
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Jamil really didn't need to rush. All his chores were done by the mystery person, and his partner called him out to Ramshackle to spend some time together. He's happy, but he's also weirdly worried about the mystery man who was walking around Scarabia and doing chores unnoticed. But his partner comes first, and Jamil shook it off as he walked through the mirror and onto the path to Ramshackle.
He softly knocked on the door once he arrives, and the door quickly opened. "You made it, Jamil!" You smiled up at him, letting him inside the dorm. "I wouldn't pass up the opportunity, (Y/n)."
What surprised Jamil even more though, was the layout of Ramshackle's lounge. Instead of the usual sofa and rickety chairs, there was a small table for two in the middle filled with a lot of Jamil's favorite foods.
"Wow... (Y/n), i mean- wow." Jamil looked at awe of the spread, a light blush spreading on his face. "What's the occasion?"
You laugh, pulling the chair out and telling him to sit down. "Don't you remember? It's Valentines!"
Jamil didn't notice the date up until then. He was so focused on finding out the mystery man, he didn't realize it was February 14th. You took his hands in yours, gently holding them as he looked up to you.
"I wanted to do something for you, since you've been working so hard for everyone."
Jamil stared at your hands. It was littered with cuts and bandaids, your fingertips rough and calloused, and the skin around your nails were peeling off.
"Oh."
Then it hit him.
"You were the one going around in Scarabia and doing all the chores, weren't you?"
You chuckled shyly, scratching the back of your head. "W-was it obvious? I just wanted you to have a small break, from time to time! Since you must be tired handling Scarabia's affairs and looking after Kalim, and you're still trying your best to make time for me.. I thought I'd do something to lessen the burden.."
Jamil was more than flustered. No one ever asked him whether he needed help, or even gave him any. He pulled up the hood of his shirt, shyly averting your eyes as his fingers traced along the small cuts on your hands.
"Thank you, (Y/n.)"
"Only for you, Jamil." You giggle, moving to the chair in front of him. "C'mon, let's eat before it gets cold! I made some curry, and I even asked Kalim for a Baklava recipe earlier! I hope you like it!"
Jamil chuckles, standing up to grab the food. "Ah, so Kalim was involved. Alright, let me handle the food and washing the dishes. It's the least I could do in return for you, dear."
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justamegafan · 2 years ago
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Twisted Wonderland Incorrect Quote #22
Zombies vs The Prefect
Ace, Deuce and Grim, wanting to prove themselves as powerful mages ended up summoning the dead and now they’re in danger
Grim: Ace, Deuce isn’t there some spell that can defeat zombies?!
Ace: No! I don’t know any spells that would defeat them!
Deuce: This can’t be happening. We wanted to prove ourselves so badly that we ended up putting everyone in danger. We’re so toast it’s all our fault and no one can save us!
Suddenly a zombie grabs Grim by his arm and raises him up to its face
Grim (Scared): No! Y/N, I’m sorry!
Deuce and Ace: GRIM!!
Grim (Screaming): Y/N!! HELP ME!! (Tears form in his eyes)
Just as the Zombie was about to bite Grim, it’s head gets smashed off from a baseball bat, and as it falls over, a certain somebody’s foot crushes the Zombies head, revealing Y/N who is covered in questionable liquid, clothes ripped and messy and has a few bruises on her face
Y/N (Panting): You three. Attic. NOW!
Deuce, Ace and Grim: Y-Y/N..?!
Y/N (Pissed): I said NOW!!!
Y/N (At the zombies): All right you undead jerks, you ready to die twice?! (Begins bashing and smashing every zombies head in that gets close)
Deuce, Grim and Ace (Running up the Ramshackle’s staircase towards the attic with Y/N right behind them):
Y/N: The only monster in this school who can harass my stupid friends and my stupid cat monster is ME! Take that! (Hits more zombies) And THAT!
Deuce: Shouldn’t we help Y/N?!
Ace: I think the Zombies are a much safer option than to disobey Y/N right now!
Y/N (At the stairs): Beat it, no-eyes! (Hits more zombies)
As Y/N smashes her bat into one of the Zombies’ mouth, they snatch it from her and break it in half, which she retaliates by punching it’s jaw with Brass Knuckles
Y/N (Becomes absolutely feral): ANYONE ELSE WANT A PIECE?!? (Begins to punch every Zombie’s face in that get in close)
Y/N then begins to run up the stairs and shoves the grandfather clock down the stairs, harming and blocking the staircase
Deuce, Ace and Grim (Shut the door behind them, only to hear banging on it):
Ace, Deuce and Grim begin to back away from the door in fear, only for it to open to reveal Y/N
Y/N (Coughing): Oh! Ow! (Bending down) Everything hurts
Grim: Y/N, that was amazing!
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The Housewardens were about to intervene, until they saw and heard Y/N, then realized it would be better to stay back otherwise they might get hit by the wrath of the Prefect
Bonus:
Epel: GET ‘EM Y/N!! SHOW NO MERCY!!
Floyd: Shrimpy is a lot more interesting than I realized!
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dramaticweathergirl · 2 years ago
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Well, fuck. I've been inspired. Not the best quality because fever.
Inspired by this post! By @/honhonbonjourbitch
-In which Yuu show's the horror that is FNAF VHS tapes
Yuu was surprised to say the least when they discovered a familiar small rectangular black object dropped Infront of the Ramshackle's deteriorating porch. It was a USB Yuu vaguely remember from their childhood; they remember it using for storing various things from their god-awful fanarts to things their young teen self found interesting enough to be preserve in a USB.
Although its questionable on how such a random thing from their childhood ended up here randomly in another world, Yuu just ignored it. Afterall, ignorance is bliss and they're too busy spending the last bit of their sanity between education and dealing with teens who handle their trauma the worst way imaginable. I mean seriously, their ass dealt with multiple overblots from the last few months!
"Eh? Henchman, what's that?" asked Grim. The cat-creature climbed on the couch as his curiosity grew at the small object at the Prefect's hand "Is it candy?"
"Is food the only thing your mind? you just ate breakfast an hour ago, don't tell me you're hungry again." Yuu playfully scoffed, stuffing the USB in the pocket of their blazer.
I should be the on one asking you that!" Grim protest "you just took a bite of toast and called it breakfast."
"I don't have any appetite in the morning."
ah, how clearly they remember their school days from back their world were. Going to school without a bite of breakfast or a sip of water after waking up from their 3-hour sleep. it's still a wonder how they managed to function through the morning period every time.
"that's stupid."
THUMP!
THUMP!
the Ramshackle door shook from the continuous banging of the door.
"Oi Yuu! You up yet?!" Yuu groaned in annoyance, opening the unstable door with delicate touch. They glared at the familiar sight of the stupid mischievous grin of their fellow first year.
"Are you trying to make us homeless? you asshole!"
"I'll take that as a yes."
Deuce harshly elbowed his side, indicating he should stop initiating the banter between him and the Prefect. "Good morning, Prefect"
"ARGH- that hurts y'know!?"
"Acekindlyshutthefuckup- A lovely morning to you too Deuce"
"oh wow, definitely not seeing the favoritism here. No sir"
The three began their walk as they chat away the time it took to get to their classes. the topic ranged from assignments, lunch, rumors, until the conversation led to the discovery of the Prefect's childhood USB in the asscrack of dawn.
"Man, I hadn't seen one of these for quite a while." Ace whistled, examining the small black object at the palm of his hand.
"How in the world did it end up here in Twisted Wonderland?" Deuce asked with skepticism.
"I dunno man, I think it's best for me to push the question at the back of my head for the sake of my sanity these days." Yuu just shrugged, ignoring the concerned look they got from Deuce.
"Eu-es-bee? what's that?" asked Grim who's laying atop of Yuu's head.
"Basically, a device used to store digital things. I remember downloading so much random shit years ago that I wouldn't be surprised if a good chunk of childhood is preserved in there." Yuu joked, putting the USB back again in their pocket. "If only I have access to a computer I could show you guys things from my world, well, at least the internet culture part."
Yuu paused hearing their own words, suddenly remembering how fucked-up things on the internet back in their own world is. damn, they got so much used to how peaceful the internet in this world can be compared the one in their world that is filled with toxicity and degenerates. Uploading a video of cutting a small wound here would be the equivalent of uploading someone in a basement getting decapitated! that's how peaceful it is here.
speaking of live leak content, did they put that type of stuff in their USB?
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nah, they're pretty sure they only saved random content from the fandoms they're in at that time.
"That's a good idea, there's a computer in one of the rooms back at the dorm, right Deuce?"
Deuce nodded "if I recall what Trey-senpai said correctly, it's in the room that acts as a pseudo library for Heartslabyul students."
"Hey Yuu, you should drop by at Heartslabyyul before going home to Ramshackle after class. I'm no tech-addict but I'm pretty sure your world's USB model is the same as here so it should work out pretty fine."
"I don't know about this Ace; the Prefect's USB might contain private stuff and I don't want to inva-"
"Aw come on Deuce! Don't be such a spoilsport! Yuu's the one who suggested it. besides, aren't you curious about things from another world?" Ace taunted with a grin.
moments passed as the two had a stare-off until Deuce finally sighed, a sign of caving in"fine, as long as Yuu's okay with it."
"Well, Yuu?"
"Yeah, yeah. don't blame me if you see some horrifying shit there."
'Pshh, how bad can it be? I bet the scariest thing in there is a file of some cringe horror story you wrote back then.
"Don't underestimate me henchmen, the Great Grim fears nothing!"
"We're going to be late you guys. I don't want to get an earful from Professor Crewel for being late again." Deuce sighed, remembering the last time they came late because of Grim trying to ditch class.
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How wrong Ace's prediction were.
"M̸I̶C̶H̸E̵A̶L̵!̴ ̶D̶O̵N̶T̴ ̸L̴E̸A̷V̸E̵ ̸M̷E̷ ̸H̸E̸R̵E̵,̴ ̸M̸I̵C̸H̴E̸A̷L̴!"
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
"M̷I̵C̵H̴E̷A̷L̵!"
Arriving at the Heartslabyul dorm, they were joined by Cater Diamond. Of course, the social media addict man himself would not pass the opportunity of seeing *ehem and recording*ehem materials from another world.
Cater might be regretting that decision now...
From the first episode, The 'fan series' (as Yuu called it) already rubbed Cater the wrong way. From the eerie robotic voice of the narrator, the constant glitch of the screen to the damn (thankfully) censored shot of the bloodied animatronic's chest, every element managed to send a chill down Cater's spine.
Especially the story the series of minutes-long video is trying to convey. Children murdered, stuffed into animatronics and left to rot
"Great sevens..." Cater could only mutter in horror and disbelief as he continues to watch the finale of something he could only imagine that came from the depths of hell itself.
Ace and Deuce tries to hide their discomfort by constantly shuffling in their seats while Grim is straight up hiding his face away from the screen in the Prefect's chest, although, that doesn't do much as he can still hear the spine crawling voice of the mad murderer on screen.
Yuu on the hand...
"ah, just like how i remember it"
"I̵ ̸g̸o̵t̴ ̸o̷u̸t̸!̶ ̵I̴ ̷g̸o̴t̴ ̷o̸u̶t̴!̷ ̶I̴ ̴d̷o̶n̶'̵t̵ ̶k̸n̸o̸w̸ ̵w̸h̸e̸r̴e̶ ̷t̷h̷e̸y̵ t̶o̸o̶k̷ ̴m̷e̷ ̷b̴u̵t̶ ̴i̵t̷'̴s̵ ̶s̴o̵m̴e̷w̷h̶e̵r̸e̷ ̴n̵e̷w̶ ̵"
His raspy voice croaked. It was barely a whisper but one can sense and imagine the lunatic insane smile from his voice alone.
"I̶ ̸r̸e̴m̴e̸m̸b̶e̸r̶ ̸e̸v̷e̷r̵y̵ ̶s̶i̴n̸g̸l̷e̶ ̶o̸n̶e̷ ̷o̴f̴ ̴t̴h̷e̶m̴.̸ ̴T̷h̷e̵y̸ ̷h̴a̸v̸e̵ ̵y̸o̴u̴r̷ ̵m̸a̷s̶k̷,̷ ̸M̷i̷c̶h̴e̶a̶l̴,̷ ̷t̵h̴e̶ ̴f̸o̴x̵.̶ ̵I̵ ̸h̴a̷t̷e̵ ̵l̸o̶o̴k̷i̸n̵g̶ ̷a̷t̷ ̶i̷t̷,̷ ̴i̴t̵ ̵m̶a̵k̷e̴s̴ ̵m̷e̶ ̸f̵e̴e̸l̶ ̶s̵o̴ A̴̧̡̭̹̫̺̞̤̫̼̠̯̯͕̞͖̮̔̾̈́̇̃̕͜͜͝ļ̶̡̡̪̻̖̲̞̼͖̠̰̜̺̠͗̐́̀̃͗̄͝į̶̨̛͓̤̟̭͖̼͕͉̺͍̝̹̦̝̹̥̞̩̖͈͍͐́̉͛͐v̵̨̡̢͖̥̭͉̖̘̜̘̼̟͉̙̤̭̜͉̤͉̗̝̭͙̮͈͓͈̲͌̾͊́͑̓̕̚͘ȩ̸̼̯̱̞̟̘̰̲̳̯̥̗̲̙͎̪̲̗̣̠̥̘̯̹̹͇͕̳̏̓̄̿̉̓͌͆̄͆̚̕͘͝͠ͅ ̷̧͍̯̩̜̣͈̣̰̜̈̃̂͊̍̍̓̉̿̌͛͠͝ "
"how-...Yuu, Is this what people considered 'kids content' in your world?" Deuce asked, eyes still staring at the screen in horror. He's still processing the first episode-
"i don't know about this series, but the game itself? Pretty much it is" Yuu shrugged "watching a man slowly lose his sanity trying to uncover the lore of the game plays a big part of it too" they added chuckling a bit .
"that... that doesn't make this a little bit okay, prefect"
"I̵̡̛̬̼͙̥̭̦͉̼̦̥̟̝̿̈́̈̐͑͗̒̐̒͐̔̎̏̄̏͜͠ͅ ̵͚̦̃͆̽͂̚̚s̵̡̡̱̯̖̗̫̗͓͔̥̱̖̪͚͕̱̝͛͌̀́̇͊̈́͋̆͗̚͘̕̚͝ę̸̢̢̺̗̼̭͖̳͇͖̭̙͙̑̆̔͂̆ẹ̵̡̛̛̬̬̫͎̜̹͂́̆̐̐̿̎̌̅͋̇̕ ̷̨̢͕̮̜̞̗̬̳̪̤͓̻̎̑͗̏͂́̑̑ͅÿ̴̠̙̩̻͈̙̤̹̹͎̙̝̺́̈́̐͜͜o̶̧̡̭͙̟̱̘̱̹͓͖̹̳͛u̶̧͍̖̹͙̪̟̘̓̋̈́̄̄̾̈̾̈̍̏̈͑͗̄ͅ'
The screen flashed, revealing a tattered animatronics head with bits of rotting flesh poking out here and there. It's cold wide-stricken eyes devoid of anything but evil and suffering.
"what the- this is just insane! Like 'insane' insane! Don't get me wrong, this alone could surpass any horror genre things we have here in Twisted Wonderland, it's that good but; WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??" Ace continuously shook the Prefect's shoulders. He won't be getting sleep tonight that's for sure.
"Gah! Stop that, Grim's going to throw up!"
"You think Grim is the only one? All four of us Twisted Wonderlings are going to throw up at the end of this!"
"A̴̡̫̙̬͙͙̭̞̜̗̯̙͕̠͎̐͋͛͋̍̈̿͐̔͌̂̍̒̒͌̐́͑̄͌̐̀͛́̈̊́̐̕͘̕̕͝͝R̸̡̧̧̢̡̡̨̨̛͉̹͓̹̩̳͖̯͓͉̪͍̹̪͈̣̲̬̝̪̮͓͇̝͎͖̥̙̄̅̈́̋͋́͐̅͗̌̍̾̏̽̾̊͒͌͑̓̒̌̉̐̑̀͘͜͝͝͝͝ͅG̴̢̨̧͖͇̲̺͈͕͎̣̙̝͚͚͙̬̲̮̈́͆̂̋̌̿͘͠ͅḦ̶̢̨̨̛̛͚̣̝͚̘̻͔̝̩̜̹̻̤͍̤̻̩̪̻̳̜̱̼̫̥̙͕͚̫̞͚́̇̎̓͗̓̾̀̍̾͊̎̑̈́̽͒̿̓̓̔̽͑̑̆̄̄͛̕͘͘͝͝͝ͅͅH̸̝̖̦͕̬͒͌̑͑̅͌̀̈́̇̆͆͗̉͑́̈́͌̓̚͝H̵̢̧̨̧͕͕͎̼͉̺̱̱͎̱̪̹͇̩̦̖̥̺͐̑̀͑͛͋̅͐̏̏̇̀́͌͊͒͘͜͜H̸̢̡͉͚̥̰̫͙̻̠͓̰͓͍̗͔̼͚̳̹̙̼̾͐́͂̓̕͘Ḩ̷̢̡̢̧̡̢̧̨̧̱̻̩̦͇͇̝̙̮̟̖̺̩̭̗̦̳̤̙̞͚͔͈̭̩̭̞̱̟̩̟̪̯̳̳͎̉̓̕͜͝͝͝H̷̨̧̡̢̧̛̘͍̭̝͇͙͍̼̭̲̉̐͂̏̽̏̏́̄̎͌́̿̆͗̓̔̎̈́̇̉̾̈́̚͝͝͝͝H̸̨̛͚͈͍̹̩͈̹̑̒̂̔͌̊̽̀̂̑̽͗̄̓̋̕̕̚ͅH̶̡̛̝͕̯͕͎̞̬̞̤͓̬̦̱̼͌̍͛͐̊̃̽̏̃̿͆̄͋̄̊͆͑̌̈̎̓͗̒͒̄͋͑̔̕͘͠͝H̸̢̢̛͍̗̮̰̖͈̰̺̝͓͔͕͈̘̲͍̲̩͖̦͕̺̖̲͓̠̬̺͙̭̖͕̺͎̺̝̮̊̈̀̆́̒̀̈͗̉́͘͝ͅͅͅͅH̸̢̨̧̨̧̟̙͙̰̣̺̩̟̱̺̙̠͈̠̥̙̬͎͖̘̬̰͎͍̟̺̏̋̌̀̇͆̈́͆̏͛͑̓͛̚͜Ḩ̵̧̡̧̹̤̰͖͇̞̟̹̱͎̟̤͖̪̟̼̟̟̱͉̗̳͓̝̬̟͉͕͇͚͚̭̯͕̟͚̯̞͇̝͔̞̭̌͋͒͊̉̀̉̆͋͒̌̔̉̉̆̉̈̓́͒͊̃̒͐̔̔̀̑̃̔̿̌͑͐̽͐̆͗̐́͗̀̒̐̕͘͜͝͝
The screams of pure agony accompanied by the flashing distorted image of the criminal himself burning in hell would forever be ingrained in their minds for the rest of their lives
The screen turned white. Displaying the names of the innocent lives William forcibly took from his helpless victimss.
"this is making me homesick" Yuu sighed, reminiscing their childhood "damn, i miss watching let's play videos all of a sudden"
"Henchmen..." Grim tugged weakly the end's of Yuu's shirt "B-bathroom"
"I'm going with you..."
"me too, i can feel my lunch crawling up my throat"
Damn, it's really 'that' peaceful here, huh. 8 year olds back at Yuu's home are consuming this kind of content like there's no tomorrow that it actually worries Yuu about how the next generation would turn out (I mean their generation turned out okay. Well, I mean kinda..?)
Speaking of the said content...
"hey Cater"
"uh y-yeah?"
"you know how to upload video files online right?"
It wouldn't hurt to share some of their pop culture icon back home to Twisted Wonderland, right?
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