#twisted wonderland beast au

[snakegorl212006]

The Queen's springs: checkpoint 

You,grim,deuce, and ace follow the footprints found earlier which lead deeper in the forest. “So what made you come over here” Ace asked “Didn’t you listen to the conversation. Crowely gave them this quest to help us creatures” deuce replied as he looked at ace “of course i paid attention you idiot. But they really didn’t have to. So what made you decide to help us” Ace asked. “Why should we care. Regardless of the reason, I’m happy you decided to help us. To be honest I don’t think i could handle one moment of angry riddle” Deuce sighed “well you’re not wrong there” Ace adds “is riddle always like a angry minx” Grim asked “well…more or less.Riddle is a good leader despite his-” Deuce was interrupted “tyrant ways.like who memorizes like 1000 rules” Ace huffs “surely it’s no more than 200…I think” Deuce replied “but you should be careful of what you say Ace or else you’ll be in trouble when we get back” Deuce said “what do you mean. It’s not like he could hear the conversation unless he’s some lion or something” Grim laughed “I’m not surprised you don’t know. Riddle can use the plants around the rose garden as a built in security system. Although it’s not as advanced as Ignihyde, it still allows riddle to be alert when intruders arrive.” Deuce explains “Until now” Ace adds “I don’t blame riddle for being antsy. I would be pissed if my hard work was destroyed in flames” you add “correct that’s why We should start by freeing the water source” Deuce stated “I though we’re just going to kill the intruders” Ace said “yes we’re going to do that too but what if they attack again, we should open the river path so Riddle can regain some strength to replenish the woods” Deuce explained “but that’s also why we should kill them now before they can do anything. By eliminating the human, the trip to the river would be easier” Ace explained. “Hmm I’m with ace I want some action I don’t wanna stealth all day” Grim stated as he hops of your shoulder and stood next to Ace. the duo turns to you expectantly.  

[tinseltina]

trying to make fanart of leona from @kiame-sama's humans are extinct twst au (warning it is a yandere au and 18+ so minors DNI)

[tinyfantasminha]

Beauty and the Beast by Nightwish

[the-broken-truth]

Yuu - Child of the Great Seven [4]: The King of Beasts in Savanaclaw

Broken: The King of Beasts enters Savanaclaw. How is he gonna react to the way Leona leads his Pride?

[As the sun rose over the horizon of Savanaclaw, all the members of the house were awake and alert. It was normal for them to wake up early for their morning run, but they had never woken up this early before. The night before, Leona had come into the dorm in a panic and told everyone to head to bed right after dinner due to a critical announcement in the morning before sunrise. No one had ever seen Leona so worked up, so they decided not to test the waters.]

[Everyone lined up before the large rock outside the Savanaclaw Dormitory, with Ruggie and Jack standing in the front. Leona stood on the rock facing them, and he was not alone. The Prefect of Ramshackle was there with a tired Grim resting on their shoulder, and between the two of them stood the King of Beasts with his arms folded. He looked down at the members of the house that represented him with glaring emerald eyes.]

Leona (Turning towards the Members of Savanaclaw): Listen to me and listen well: This is a glorious day for Savanaclaw as our very deity stands before us! (Gestures to the King of Beasts) I present to you The King of Beasts himself! Bow before your King and show him the utmost respect! His word is the law of Savanaclaw! He is to go unchallenged! Bend your knee to him, now! (Kneels to the King of Beasts and bows his head)

[Jack, Ruggie, and All the Members of Savanaclaw kneel to the King of Beasts, bowing their heads to their deity. None of the Savanaclaw Members notice that Yuu and Grim are not bowing to the King of Beasts and called out to them.]

Savanaclaw Member (Yelling at Yuu and Grim): Hey! Herbivore! Chimera! What are you doing just standing there?! Bow before the King of Beasts!

Leona (Glaring at the Savanaclaw Member): Hold your tongue! You don't understand the sit-

[Leona is cut off by a roar from the King of Beasts which causes everyone to shiver in their skin and buckle at the sound of the King of Beast's Roar. Once the roar faded, Yuu used their pinky to dig in their right ear after feeling the ringing in their ears.]

Yuu: You seriously have a bad habit of doing that, Dad. Just use your words.

Ruggie: What?! Dad?! Yuu, why are you calling the King of Beasts Dad?!

King of Beasts: I shall explain, Little Hyena. (Places a hand on Yuu's Shoulder)This 'Herbivore' as you all have come to call them under the example of your Dorm Warden is nothing short of a True Carnivore; after all, they are the Only Cub to the King of Beasts.

[Everyone except Leona and Grim looks shocked at this revelation. Seeing their expressions, the King of Beasts continues.]

King of Beasts: You have known Yuu Arisugawa by many titles: The Prefect of Ramshackle, The Therapist for the Weary, and the Herbivore from what I have heard from Kingscholar since arriving here but I have another title for you to address them as: The Child of the Great Seven. This is my Cub and you are going to give them the respect befitting them. Understood?!

Savanaclaw Members: Yes, Your Majesty!

Yuu: Dad, please stop scaring them.

King of Beasts (Smirks at Yuu): They deserve a little scare, Cub. Now, before I dismiss them, I think you know what I am going to say.

Yuu (Groans): Seriously, Dad?

King of Beasts: Come on, Cub! You did it for the Quen of Hearts, you can do it for your dad too, can't you?! (Claps his hands together in a begging manner) Please!

[Yuu exhales and lifts their right hand before sliding the ring off their finger, allowing their magical aura to radiate from their body; the very wave of their aura causes all the members of Savanaclaw to shiver in their skin. Yuu's body becomes shrouded in a deep emerald aura before they let loose a roar that shakes the very ground before being covered in dust.] Yuu (In the cloud of dust): Look down... (Steps out of the cloud to reveal their new appearance) YOU'RE TALKING TO YOUR HIGHNESS!

[Leona's eyes widen and his heart skips a beat as he gazes upon Yuu's new appearance: Yuu is now a Lion Beastman and an exact replica of the King of Beasts; their clothes match the King of Beasts and their eyes are the same shade of green, but they lack the king's scar. Yuu looks down at the members of Savanaclaw with a glare that commands respect and everyone now knows to give it to them as they look down to avoid their gaze.]

King of Beasts (Pats Yuu on their shoulder): Well done, Cub! You really know how to control your magic, even though you haven't been using it since you've been here.

Yuu (Looks at the King of Beasts with a small smile): I know, Dad. Can you please make them stand now?

King of Beasts (Chuckling): Very well. (Looks at the Savanaclaw Members) You heard the words of Your Highness, the words of my child are worth more than mine since they are stronger than me and they have dealt with you all longer. (Looks at Yuu) How about we go on a run, Yuu? It's been a while.

Yuu (Exhales): Fine, but you better keep up this time, Old Man.

[Before anyone could say anything, Yuu and the King of Beasts jumped from the rock and over the students but when they were mid-air, their bodies transformed into Large Lions; the Father-Cub Pair landed on their paws before bolting off in a random direction.]

Ruggie (Standing on shaking legs and exhaling): Oh... I didn't know Yuu had so much raw power in that body! That kinda explains why they were able to defeat the Overblots without using their magic.

Jack: Indeed, Ruggie-Senpai. I knew there was something special about Yuu, but I never expected them to be the very offspring of the very deities we serve. Kinda strange, don't you agree, Leona-Senpai?

[Cue Crickets.]

Jack: Leona-Senpai? (Looks at Leona staring off into the distance) Leona-Senpai, are you okay?

Leona (Thinking): 'I'm in love... with my own Deity's Cub... HE IS GONNA SKIN ME ALIVE!'

[After half an hour: The King of Beasts and Yuu returned to Savanaclaw's Dormitory in their mortal bodies just as Ruggie was finishing with a large breakfast. The moment the Deity and his Cub walked into the room, everyone stood to their feet and bowed before them, Yuu exhaled and raised their hand before lowering it, signaling everyone to sit back down and continue to eat. Leona made sure there were 2 seats at the head of the table for Yuu and their Father. The pair took a seat and Ruggie placed their food in front of them.]

Yuu (Smiling at Ruggie): Thanks for the food, Ruggie; this looks incredible. (Takes a bite) It tastes better than it looks!

Ruggie (Smiles): Thank you, Your Highness.

Yuu: Oh no, you will not call me that. Just because you found out who my parents are doesn't mean that you can go all formal on me; I need my friends, not servants. Understood?

Ruggie (Exhales): You got it, Prefect.

Jack: Yuu, what was that transformation you did earlier? It was like my Unique Magic, what that one yours?

Yuu: Yes, it was.

King of Beasts: Correction: It's ONE of their Unique Magics.

Yuu (Groaning): Dad...

Jack: One of their them? How many Unique Magics do they have?

King of Beasts: Seven - one for each of their parents.

All of Savanalaw: SEVEN UNIQUE MAGICS?!

Yuu (Ear flicks): Yes, I have Seven Unique Magics. Any other questions?

Ruggie: What are all of your Unique Magics? What do they do?

Yuu (Counting on their fingers): I got some magical gifts from my family. My mum gave me 'Order in my Court', which lets me summon card soldiers to fight for me. My dad's gift is 'Inner Beast', and it's pretty powerful. My mom also gave me 'Siren's Call', which allows me to control people with my voice, and my unique magic from my father is 'The Serpent's Eye', which lets me see things that others can't. My mama's unique gift is 'Eye of the Beholder', which makes people see me as the most beautiful person in the room. My Papa's magic is 'Overheat', which makes my flames and overall magic stronger, but it also makes me feel hungover. Finally, my mother's gift is 'Thorn Snare', which uses thorn vines to trap someone and deactivate their magic. Please don't tell Vil about the 'Eye of the Beholder' gift.

Ruggie: Whoa. You're one helluva powerhouse, aren't ya? Remind me to never make you angry.

Yuu: I think you already know that, Ruggie.

King of Beasts (Wiping his mouth): Now, onto more important business...(Glares into Leona's Green Eyes - Making the Dorm Warden flinch) Leona Kingscholar.

Leona: Sir?!

King of Beasts: You are the Dorm Warden of Savanaclaw & Second Pince of the Sunset Savannah, however, I have seen that you are rather lazy and disrespectful to my Cub.

Leona (Trembling): You...saw?

King of Beasts (Leans back in his seat and folds his arms): You don't seriously think I don't keep any eye on my own Cub, do you, Kingscholar?!

[Everyone but Yuu and Grim flinch at the King of Beasts raised voice.]

King of Beasts: I make it my personal business to keep an eye on my One and Only Cub and those they tend to hang around with; I will not have someone unworthy taint my child or their bloodline with weakness or venom. (Glares at Leona) I have seen every interaction you've had with my child. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.

[The King of Beast's Aura starts radiating off of him in waves, causing the room to lightly shake and the dishes on the table to rattle; every member of Savanaclaw except Leona is so frightened that they leave the table and go find safety while looking from protective cover; Leona is too scared to move from his seat, his diety is pissed off at him at it's clear.]

King of Beasts (Snarling): From the first moment they arrived at Night Raven, you have insulted them, belittled them, and made fun of their position as Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, but what I hate most is the little tantrum that caused you to Overblot. (Eyes glow green) You have preached on, going as far as claiming that you would be my embodiment when all you have done is laze about, complain about your Royal Status as the second prince, and leave work to your supposed friend, who is not even your Vice Dorm Warden; Savanaclaw does not even have a Vice Dorm Warden Role... Do you know why, Kingscholar?

[Leona is too scared to speak.]

King of Beasts: I'll tell you why: Savanaclaw does not have a Vice Dorm Warden because the Dorm Warden is meant to be their King, the one who carries all the burdens and grievances of his Dorm Mates, his PRIDE! You, Leona Kingscholar, have failed in every aspect. All you are is strong and that is not enough to be King. Brute Strength is not enough; if that were all it took, I would never have become King myself. (Inhales and Exhales) Until you learn what it really means to be Dorm Warden and really act upon it - You are FORBIDDEN from coming in contact with my Cub.

Yuu (Looks shocked as their lion ears fall - heartbreak clear in their eyes): Dad! That's too far! I care about Leona and...~

King of Beasts (Glares at Yuu, causing them to become silent): And I CARE about you, Cub. Regardless of what potential you see within him, he is not worthy of you until he shows that worth all his misplaced roaring. You will not interact with him until I deem it so, Yuu, and you will not disobey your King and One of your Patriarchs. Understood?

Yuu (Lion Ears fall back and tail curls in submission): Yes, Dad.

King of Beasts: Good. Now, you are staying by my side until it's time for you to return to your dorm. (Stands up) We are leaving, Cub.

[The King of Beasts walks away from the table. Yuu looked in Leona's direction with eyes that radiated their sorrow and apology before they lowered their head with unshed tears in their eyes before following their Dad out of Savanaclaw. The other members watched the King and [Prince/Princess] of Beasts along with the Chimera walk out of the door before turning to face Leona, who sat there with tears following from his emerald eyes.]

[Leona didn't know what hurt worse: Being told off by his Deity...or being cut off from the only person he truly loves?]

Leona (Wiping his tears and standing up) (Thinking): 'I'll prove my worth. Anything for Yuu.'

[END]

[hoboyherewego]

@mint-leaves-in-coffee and their friend got my tweels tattoo design as matching tattoos

IM SO GHHHFHJJJVG THEY’RE SO COOL LOOK AT THEM

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Stone Heart Au: Scar pt II

His Mother's Son

“A hunt gone horribly wrong.” Yuu had waited until a quiet night with a strong drink to ask, had given him time to mull over how to answer. His Mother’s son. That’s what he said. “She was the most experienced hunter at that point and was close to retirement. It wouldn’t have been her last, but it was a dangerous one and they wanted her professionalism for the new recruits. Afterall, while our coats blend into the canyon walls, there isn’t anywhere to truly hide.

So they went, a pack of wildebeast led by Boma, the same one that had given me my scar. She said she would bring me his horns! But I don’t know if she actually would. She was a vengeful sort, the same as I, but what had happened with Boma was several years in the past.  

We waited, as the gorge was at least a three day walk from Pride Rock, but after five days with no word I was restless. I went out to the gorge myself, with Shenzi and the others meeting me half way.  

It was a complete accident. I see that now, as an old man. But then, then it was the Ancestors taking the only person in the world that loved me." He takes another sip, eyes closing.

"The wildebeest had started a stampede, trying to stamp out our warriors through size and speed. An apprentice was climbing up the side of the cliffs trying to get out of the herd's way. I don’t even remember her name now.” He huffs, taking another sip. He takes another breath. “But I remember my Mother, fearless and compassionate, a protector first and foremost, hooking her claws into her wrist guards to pull her up.”  

"It should have been another.” he growls, “It should have been any of her team to help. But they stood by-no. No.” He breathes, as if having his conversation with himself a thousand times before. “It wasn’t anybody's fault. It doesn’t change that by pulling her up, she lost her balance and simply...fell."

He tips the glass back, draining the dregs. Taka carefully eyes the whiskey bottle at Yuu’s feet before shaking his head. This was an old wound. He had grieved. He would be better this time.  

“I don’t know what happened really after. I was told that Shenzi and Ed ran ahead to the herd and started leading them down a dead end, away from her body. Sarabi knew them, and told the others to follow their lead. Sarabi was always a good woman, to the end.  

I slid down the gorge, and I remember holding her body, begging her heart to beat once more, her lungs to move, but there was nothing. Her hands mangled, her ribs broken, but her face...her bright red diamond dim with blood.  

There was no sound in that gorge other than the cries of myself, and the warriors. I refused to leave her body. I couldn’t."

He pauses, lost in the memory. Yuu carefully shifts closer, taking one of his hands and just squeezing. He huffs, looking away before inhaling through his nose.

"Tradition stated that she be burned at Pride Rock, at home, with all the honors that a Queen should expect. But by the time we would make it her body would have been...rotting. I insisted, at the very least, facing the Sunrise, out of the shadow of the gorge. Facing the direction of her homeland.

As night eased into morning, I carried her body out. As the sun banished the moon, I sung the funeral rights in her mother tongue while they gathered wood and kindle. I, along with the Hunting Captain, lit the fire just as the sun rose, painting it red and gold and pink. I danced the steps of her people, the names of her father and kings, so that they may come greet their daughter in the sky. I prayed that her star shine brighter than any damn king of the past."

King Regent Ahadi and King Mufasa arrived as her embers were cooling and the sun was high in the sky. They wept, but my tears had run cold.  

When Mufasa turned to me, reached for me, he asked for his brother.  

He flinched. I remember he started crying again, but I didn’t understand why at the time. 

“My name is Scar, I told him.” He whispered, the air still.  “My name is Scar.”  

[askyuuandco]

If the First Year's Had a Pokemon Team. In my opinion

Ace's Pokemon Team

Deuce's Pokemon Team

Jack's Pokemon Team

Epel's Pokemon Team

Orthro's Pokemon Team

Sebek's Pokemon Team

My Yuu's Pokemon Team

Grim's Pokemon Team (lol)

[cheerleaderman]

The hardest thing about this was trying to figure out what expression Jamil would make

Belle was my favorite princess as a child and now Astrid is the Oc that I’m hyper fixated on…History is repeating itself

[au-yuukiemcee]

Yuuki Shoenhiet: NO FUQ Y?!?!

~This is totally cannon to how Leona would fall in love. You can't convince me otherwise.

[snakegorl212006]

The Queen's springs: Waterfront release 

“You and grim go handle those guys me and deuce will handle the water supply” You stated. “Why do i have to go with just him” Ace pouts “it will make the whole operation faster” You replied “let's go” deuce said as he pulled your arm. The group splits with you and deuce sneaks to the top of the river. There was a large lake connected to a waterfall. Even you can sense the magical energy within the pool.blocking the rest of the river was a large boulder. Although it wasn't heavily guarded, there were some thugs lying around, I guess this is the resting area. The thugs were awakened suddenly by a loud boom. Both you and deuce knew it was grim and ace causing trouble for the guys but this was the destruction you both need to get to the boulder. Once the coast was clear, you and deuce rushed to the boulder blocking the way. “You keep a eye out and I’ll push it out the way” Deuce stated as he went behind the boulder and began to use his magic to move the large rock. You were high on a hill and below you saw the camp where grim and ace were rampaging in. the thugs looked like there having a lot of trouble to contain them or atleast land a hit, but more were showing up and surrounding them. You looked at deuce who managed to lift the boulder out the way allowing the river to flow “hey bring it over here” you asked. Confused deuce obliged and brough the boulder over by the hill edge. “ACE GRIM” You shouted which caused them to look up to see you next to the boulder, that boulder that you pushed off the hill and is rolling down at top speeds. Ace and grim moved out the way as the boulder ramaged the camp and some of their members. There escape was blocked and they surrendered. Deuce and ace used rope and tied the remaining member preparing them to be judged by riddle. You look back at the water and remember that it could take some time before riddle can receive care from the springs so you contemplate a thought 

[the-weirdos-mind]

Here

Beast of Ramshackle AU and Isabelle belongs to @adrianasunderworld

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Estella: *knocks on Isabelle’s door* Isa? Please, I know you’re in there. People are asking where you’ve been. I don’t know what’s going on but I want to help. So please let me in. I’m right out here for you, okay. *sit down with her back against the door* Do you wanna go to the library?

Isabelle: *hears everything and starts crying silently*

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @anxious-twisted-vampire @achy-boo @abyssthing198

[liviavanrouge]

Beasts Running Free: Meeting Again

Galliard: *Sweeps around the porch, getting the dust off*

???: DAD!!

Galliard: *Looks up his eyes widening*

Delia: *Waves to him, riding over on Livias back*

Livia: *Slows to a stop, walking and then halting, lowering Delia down*

Delia: *Smiles at her father then looks at Livia*

Galliard: *Bows his head* Livia....

Livia: *Stares at him then gives a deep bow* Anti-Rider Member....

Galliard: *Looks at Delia* How?

Delia: She was at the stables and teaching the tamers a thing or two about who she was!

Delia: ...Livia is letting me ride her....

Galliard: *Perks up surprised*

Livia: I'm still as wild as us rebels come, I have merely formed a soft spot for her enough for me to tolerate her on my back.

Delia: You can just say we're friends you know, hehe

Livia: *Huffs, looking away*

Livia: *Stalks over to some apples, grabbing one and taking a bite*

Galliard: Oh! How was school today, Dells

Livia: Dells?

Delia: My dad's nickname for me! And it was great Dad!

Livia: *Snorts amused, taking another chomp out of the apple*

Galliard: Let's head inside

Delia: Livia you wanna come with?

Galliard: Delia, that's rude...

Delia: Hm? Rude? Why...?

Livia: *Walks over, crushing the apple core with ease* I'm fine, houses feel restraining to me, I'll stay here on the porch

Delia: Ah, okay, I'll be back out in a moment

Livia: *Curls up on the ground of the porch, staring towards the woods* I feel like a house pet for some reason

Livia: *Shudders then closes her eyes* Ugh, how the mighty rebel leader has fallen...

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club

[tinyfantasminha]

Beauty and the Beast winter parade outfits,,,,,,

I'm a day late like always hhAHA but heres something cute and self-indulgent I did to console myself since my christmas was kinda shitty

[britishassistant]

People Die When They Are Killed (So Let’s Keep You Breathing)

“Kalim!” His footsteps pound as he races through the hallways of the school, breath coming in harsh pants. “Kalim!!”

Not here. He’s not at the front desk, not in the classroom, not in the Light Music Club room, so where—?!

Jamil’s eye catches the full moon rising outside the window.

He grimaces and throws open the next door.

He’s got to find him. The punishment for returning to the Asim compound without Kalim doesn’t bear thinking about. And that’s even if his stupid master has just done something totally innocuous in the name of having a “proper Japanese high school experience”, like go over to one of his many, many friends’ places for a “jam session”.

On the night of the start of the Fifth Holy Grail War.

The back of Jamil’s hand itches.

He grits his teeth. It’s a rash, just a rash, nothing more. He’s Kalim’s aide, a servant, maybe one with the potential for magecraft, but nothing compared to the Asim heir, one of the seven participants in this new Grail War.

He’s the one to do the dirty work, take care of the practicalities of technology and slit throats in back alleys. If they ever thought differently…

Why did he humor Floyd’s mood in basketball club this evening?! If he hadn’t, he and Kalim would be safe in the compound, preparing for the summoning. Instead he’s running through a dark school, searching for—!

“Jamil?”

He whips around on his heel to see Kalim emerge from a storage closet.

“Ah! Jamil!” The stupid, asinine, self-absorbed, obsequious, pusillanimous blockhead cheers as he waves. “Did’ja come here looking for me? Sorry I’m so late! Lilia asked me and Cater to put all the stuff back after club this evening, but Cater had a date to get to, so I told him to go ahead so I’d do it! But then the guitar amp got jammed, and it scraped the wall, so I was looking for some paint to—”

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?!” Jamil hisses, marching over. “We need to get back to the compound right now!”

“Huh? Why?” Kalim tilts his head to the side.

Jamil fights the urge to pull his hood over his face and scream.

“It is,” The very edges of his tone are teetering with enforced politeness. “The first night of the Holy Grail War. The one that you are summoning a servant for, and participating in. It’s not safe to be outside right now.”

Kalim frowns even as Jamil begins frogmarching him away from the closet and towards the stairs, bucket of paint still in hand. “Well, yeah, but Uncle said that they wanna wait until like, really late to try it, right? And it’s just the first night, everyone else will still be summoning themselves.”

It takes everything Jamil has not to facepalm.

“Except,” He grits out. “There are certain times that are more ideal for summoning certain servants. You’re aiming for Caster at 2AM, but some servants will be summoned later than that, and most will be summoned earlier. And it’ll be a win for the master of the Shroud family or the Kingscholar family if they manage to take their opponents out right away rather than wait until everyone’s summoned and ready. Honestly, do you pay any atten—?”

He doesn’t even see anything coming.

One moment, he’s pulling Kalim along, intent on getting back to the Asim compound—

The next, he’s hitting the ground, instinctually throwing his master under him as the windows next to them explode.

It almost sounds like the very wind itself is trying to kill them, the whines and shrieks of gusts as wave upon wave upon wave of arrows pierce the walls and doors on the other side of the corridor.

Kalim is screaming, crying, and it’s all Jamil can do to try and push him to crawl towards the stairwell.

It’s a servant, he thinks as he tries to ignore the way his heart is pounding, the terror trying to get him to lose focus. The servant of a rival master, taking the opportunity presented to murder the heir to the Asim and any witnesses. Probably Archer, if the arrows are any indication, though Caster or Berserker aren’t totally out of the realm of possibility—

Kalim shrieks again as the windows on the floor below are shattered, the brightly colored fletches quivering where they’ve embedded themselves in the floor.

Right. Enemy servant. They need to either get out of the building (bad idea, open space with nowhere to hide from the threat, death sentence) or else find somewhere to hide and call for help.

Somewhere the servant can’t easily pick them off from the outside—!

“The coach’s office,” He gasps, “Behind the locker rooms, go Kalim, go!!”

Kalim’s eyes are wet and scared, but at least he responds to Jamil’s order, nodding and darting down the stairs as fast as he can, running bent double with Jamil hot on his heels.

The locker rooms are on the ground floor, right by the stairs. While they had thin slits of windows near the ceiling, to provide some natural light for the occupants, Coach Vargas’ office, piled high with dusty paperwork and sparkling trophies, does not have the same luxury. Small, contained, with no easy access from the exterior—it’s the only truly secure room in the building that they can easily reach.

Kalim raced through the door and Jamil pushes it shut behind them, frantically straining to drag the coach’s desk in front of it and fumbling around in the dark to find the fire extinguisher and loop it’s cord around the handle, just to be sure.

There’s a moment where he and Kalim are panting in the dark, ears straining to hear anything.

A distant crash.

His phone is in his hand before he even knows what he’s doing, jabbing in the number for Jakuzure-san, the senior steward of the Asim compound in this country.

“Viper-san?” Comes Jakuzure-san’s indistinct, shaky voice. “Where are you and Kalim-sama? The masters expected you both back—”

“We’re at Night Raven College.” Jamil says, barely able to keep the panic out of his tone. “Kalim and I, we were—there’s a servant outside. They’re using arrows, they’re trying to kill us, I, I don’t know if the master is nearby or not. We’re in the coach’s office, hiding for now, but it won’t last long. We need help, backup, now.”

“A-ah! Right!” Jakuzure-san’s voice gets even more tremulous, if possible. “I shall inform the masters, and they shall have our contingent of mages—!”

“Jakuzure? Who’s that?” Are the muffled words that Jamil can barely make out.

“Namir-sama! It is Kalim-sama’s aide, Viper-san. They are trapped at Night Raven College by a rival servant!” Jakuzure-san wails.

“What?!” Jamil can hear Namir Al-Asim’s voice much more clearly as he raises his voice and gets closer. “That little fool is…wait. Stop. Don’t you dare—! Give me that you doddering old fool—!”

“But Na—!”

There’s nothing but a dial tone.

Jamil stares at the phone in disbelief. He hits redial, and again, and again, and again—!

“Ja-Jamil?” He looks up to see Kalim’s quivering form in the corner, barely able to make out his features in the dark. “Th-they’re coming, right? W-when are they getting here?”

He wants to tell the truth for once, just once. No one’s coming, Kalim. They’ve left us for dead, so that Jawad or Namir can take your place as heir. We’re going to die. We’re both going to die here, in Coach Vargas’ office, and it is all. Your. Fault.

His throat tightens.

“They’re held up. Some other master is trying to get into the compound.” He lies. “We. We need to get ourselves out of this.”

The distant crashes are getting closer.

“Oi~~! Young masters~~! Come out, come out wherever you are~!” The voice calling out is light, boyish, like it could be one of their underclassmen. “It’s seriously lame for super powerful mages like you to go playing hide and seek like little kids! Won’t you come give me a challenge~?”

Kalim’s whimper is like a gunshot. Honestly, does he want this servant to catch—!

Wait.

“Kalim,” Jamil’s whisper feels too loud, far too loud, but this may be the only way they survive this. “Do you remember how to draw the summoning seal?”

“What?” It takes a moment, but he sees the metaphorical lightbulb go off. “Oh! Oh, so if we summon my servant in here, we can deal with the guy outside and go save everyone at the compound!”

“Yeah,” And, Jamil adds in his head, if you have a summoned servant already, then Namir’s plans to usurp Kalim’s place as the Asim representative and heir will come to a screeching halt. “You didn’t drop that can of paint?”

“Nope!” There’s a sloshing sound. “Ah! I think I spilled some.”

It’s hard, trying to ensure the lines and characters are correct when daubing white paint onto the carpet with their fingers by the dim light of Jamil’s phone screen.

Kalim shifts as Jamil places the finishing touches. “Wh-what about the catalyst? It’s back at the compound.”

“We’ll have to do without.” Jamil replies brusquely. “It’ll be harder, but not impossible. Just means we won’t know which servant will come.”

He hears Kalim’s intake of breath as he prepares to ask another question.

The next crash is right outside the office.

“Huh,” The servant’s voice is bright, slightly exasperated. “Are you hiding around here, little princelings? I’ve torn most of the building to shreds, so this is the last place left to look~! Jeez, you brats really love to make a guy work for it, ya know?”

Jamil tries to stifle the terror in his gut as he finishes the last sigil. “There! Kalim, do it now!”

“R-right!” Kalim’s whisper is filled with resolve.

He rubs his hands together, and Jamil feels the small room begin to fill with the cool feeling of Kalim’s magic, like standing by one of the canals or in the spray of a fountain on a scorching day. The incantation rises and falls, like steps to a song almost forgotten.

There’s a muffled thump.

Nothing happens.

“Kalim?” He whispers. “What—?”

Three arrows pierce through the thick, reinforced wood of the fire door to Coach Vargas’ office with sharp, staccato thuds.

“Found you~” The servant sing-songs.

“Kalim,” Jamil starts, volume rising with the number of arrows destroying the door. “Any day now would be great!”

“I-I can’t!”

“What do you mean, you can’t?!” Jamil snaps, stress making his voice crack. “Either you do this Kalim, or we die!”

“I’m trying, I am, but I, I, just—!” And there’s the wobble in his voice that Jamil has hated ever since they were kids, the one always heralded a crying fit, that lead to his parents taking him aside and saying be nice and let Kalim do better than you this time, you need to let him win, he is an Asim after all. “I can’t, Jamil!”

The noise that emerges from his throat is inarticulate and nearly bestial with frustration.

“Get out of the way then!”

“Wha-Jamil!!”

It may be fine for Kalim, who can mess up and mess up and mess up and still be fine because he’s the heir of the Asim, doted on and praised and adored.

But Jamil is a Viper, is the one who always has to clean up these messes, who has to cover for these mistakes, and he has never ever had the luxury of being anything less than perfectly vigilant. Not when it was the life of his master and his own head on the line.

Please, he thinks as he opens the magic circuits he’s avoided using, that he’s been taught to pretend aren’t there, as he recites the incantation he’s not meant to know, somebody, anybody, come here and help me fix this. Don’t let me and my stupid master die like this!

He pushes—!

It burns, like sand scraping the nerves of his arms raw.

There’s a blast of bright light that fills the tiny office and whites out his vision.

The first thing he feels is the cool night breeze on his face.

The next is Kalim, quivering behind him. His hands are fisted tight in his hoodie.

When he finally blinks his eyes open, he finds his master unharmed, if ruining his favorite hoodie with the white paint coating his fingers. Instead Kalim seems to be staring at something…behind…him…

Jamil Viper turns to look.

The figure standing silhouetted in the moonlight is a monstrous one.

Towering horns protruding from its head, its eyes bulging and yellow, the stark white of its face contorted into a fearsome grimace which bare the tusks erupting from its maw. It looks like it walked out of the museums Kalim dragged him to when they first came to this country, thick leather and tarnished steel buckled over flowing, bloodstained silks. It clutches a polearm, the long, thin blade at the top gleaming viciously under the moon.

Behind the figure stands a grotesque beast that can neither be cat nor weasel for all that its features bear some resemblance to those animals. It’s head is maned with what could be an octopus’ tentacles, and its tail and hindquarters are scaled, with a hood cobra head swaying at the end of its tail, tasting the air. The grasping hands which serve as its forepaws clench and uncurl, the black skin of them cracking as the main head swings around to take them in, phosphoric blue flames leaking from its eyes, it’s ears, seeping out from between its bared teeth.

Jamil stares, mouth dry. There’s a throbbing in his right hand.

“I ask of you,” You say. “Which of you is my master?”

The boy with short white hair lets out a whimper and shifts closer to the one with long dark hair. “Ja-Jamil…!”

That one hasn’t stopped staring at you with a mixture of shock and awe since you materialized. Maybe not the most conventional summoning, especially since you can’t really feel much mana flow from him to you, but hey, you’re here, aren’t you?

In a physical body and breathing again since you died, what? Two hundred, three hundred years ago?

You shift your mask to the side of your head to get a better look at the boy you’ll be calling Master for the rest of this Grail War.

Hm. Skinny, but not underweight, some muscle on him from the way he’s crouched in front of his friend (who, white-haired, better fed, less muscular, better quality clothing, adorned with jewels, hiding—silver spoon heir or you’ll eat your mask). Wary line of the mouth, so not some idealistic brat you’ll have to babysit and cater to the whims of. Maybe a bit untrained in the magic department, but there’s potential there, you can feel it. Lovely hair, silky and well cared for, worn long as a samurai’s should be.

And your command seals on the back of his hand.

Not bad. No, not bad at all.

You kneel before the boy—this “Jamil”— and bow your head respectfully before your liege lord. Behind you, you can feel Grim mimic you, as best he’s able.

“Well met, Master. I am servant Rider. I and my allies will be in your care from now on.”

Your Master swallows, licks his lips. Is he nervous?

That’s kind of cute.

Which is, naturally, when you hear a bow being loosed.

Your naginata snaps out, slicing the arrows in half before they can touch your new master.

“Excuse me,” You lift your hannya mask back over your face, turning to confront the interloper. “We are trying to have a civil conversation here.”

The red-headed Archer gasps. “Oh no! I’m so sorry mister, I’ll just put killing you on hold…not. You’re in the Grail War now, newbie! Ya snooze, ya lose.”

“What was that, ya punk?!” Grim snarls, tail lashing and hissing. “Minion! This guy is challenging the authority of the Great Grim Sama! The strongest yōkai and the finest hero who ever lived!”

“And I’ve never heard of you!” The Archer says cheerfully.

Grim lets out an inarticulate shriek of rage.

You sigh as you study the Archer.

That garb…definitely old Europe, pre-1600s at the very least. Noble bearing, but someone who’s got used to roughing it. Plus that red hair and those arrows that strike as fast and true as the wind…

“You know, I always thought you’d be a bit nicer.” You say conversationally, “With the whole tragically dispossessed noble, steal from the rich and corrupt shit. Right, Ace Trappola?”

Ace Trappola, servant Archer, actually begins choking on his own spit.

You guess this is why people say never meet your heroes.

“Wh-how the hell does some freaky-ass masked weirdo know who I am?!” He demands.

“I was born in 1853,” You deadpan. “Even we’d heard of legends like you by then.”

The guy actually scuffs the floor with his boot, lets out a borderline embarrassed laugh as he scruffs a hand through his hair. “W-well, of course you have! You’d hafta be from some backwater to not have heard of—!”

Your naginata swipes across where his throat would have been had he not sprung backwards.

“Yes.” Your sweet smile under the mask is apparent in your voice. “I also heard how you unfortunately died to some monk bleeding you like a stuck pig. I may not have the same level of finesse as he did, but please forgive me if I get too rough, okay?”

Ace Trappola lands in the center of some kind of dusty field, teeth bared in a fierce grin. “That wasn’t cute at all, you know! Ah man, just my luck that I’d be stuck educating a crazy upstart of a junior.”

“First lesson,” The arrow in his bow quivers, appears to split into hundreds and thousands of itself even before being loosed. “Don’t get so cocky, brat.”

The arrow screams as it is fired, blotting out the moon and the stars with how many of them are covering the night sky and converging on you and your master.

“Grim!” You bark.

“On it, fgnah!”

Grim inhales to the point where he’s swollen to almost twice his usual size, the flames around his head sputtering and almost going out.

When he exhales, the night is lit with a torrent of his blue fire.

You knock away a few errant arrows from your master and his friend that managed to escape being melted in the inferno.

“W-wait!” The friend cries. “You, you can’t fight him!”

You blink at the inherent ridiculousness of this statement. “Yes I can. That’s what we’re doing right now. Fighting him.”

“N-no! I mean,” The friend wrings his hands, flaking white stuff. Is that…is that paint? “I mean we don’t have time for you to fight him! There’s, there’s a master attacking the compound, we gotta get there and help them out right away! Right, Jamil?”

Your master says nothing, still staring at you.

“Jamil?!”

“Huh? Oh, ah,” He coughs, suddenly looking anywhere but you. “Yes, Rider, it. It would be best if we made a strategic retreat for now. We need to return to the Asim compound, as we don’t know what Archer’s master is planning.”

You could take him. You and Grim could make mincemeat of Ace Trappola, given enough time and property damage. But if your master says otherwise…

“Alright.” You nudge Grim’s flank. “If that is what my master desires, your wish is my command. Would you be able to direct me and Grim if you rode in front?”

Your master and his friend nod.

“Heh! Be grateful, humans!” Grim boasts as he kneels down and you hoist yourself onto his back. “Thanks to my minion’s begging, I, the Great Grim Sama, shall allow you to ride me!”

The friend scrambles up with all the eagerness of a child mounting their first pony. Your master looks a little more wary as he approaches and grips Grim’s fur to get a good handhold to swing himself up and over.

“Don’t worry,” He stiffens up as you murmur to him. “I won’t let you fall.”

Oh, you think as he clutches at his ear and twists around to stare at you, wide-eyed. You like this one.

“Running away so soon?” Ace Trappola jeers, nocking another one of those multiplying arrows. “As if I’d let you!”

You lean over your master as Grim begins to run, your body weight pressing him and his friend down below the protective mantle of Grim’s manes. You’re not exactly eager to find out what those arrows will do to you if they lodge into you, but better you get turned into a pincushion than your master.

And if this Archer thinks that wielding your naginata one-handed will make you any less precise, then he’s about to pay dearly for it.

You see his arm prepare to let the arrow(s) fly—!

Something large and black comes hurtling through the air and hits Ace Trappola in the face.

You stare as Archer topples over under the weight of…

“Is. Is that a pot?” Your master asks, squinting.

“It’s a cauldron. I think.” You tilt your head.

“Nyaha! Nice one, minion!” Grim cheers, “That’s what you get for messing with the Mighty Yōkai Grim!”

“But that wasn’t—”

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Ace Trappola screeches, flailing under the huge mass of cast iron. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! DID YOU SERIOUSLY THROW A FUCKING CAULDRON AT ME?!”

“It’s dishonorable to attack an enemy’s back.” A serious voice calls. “As heroes, we should obey the laws of chivalry when engaging in our battles.”

The servant who has entered the field is the very picture of a knight in shining armor at first glance. His plate and chainmail gleam under the moonlight, his spear polished to an unearthly sheen.

But his face is decorated with a blue warpaint that makes you suspect his legend is much older and less clean-cut than he initially appears.

“Oh yeah, and it’s real fucking CHIVALROUS to throw COOKWARE at someone fighting a battle that YOU AREN’T INVOLVED IN, DUMBASS!!” Ace Trappola finally unearths himself, looking worse for wear. “What, did your mom drop you on your head ten times over or something?!”

The new servant’s expression darkens.

His posture shifts until he resembles a rowdy brigand more than a noble warrior, the new shadows blotting out some of the gleam from his armor, making it appear rougher and used.

“Hah?!” The blue warpaint turns his face into a mask almost as terrifying as your own. “Ya got somethin’ t’ say about ma lady mother you snot-nosed little fuck?!”

And there it is.

“A lady?” Ace Trappola smirks, bow now aimed at a new target. “That wasn’t what she sounded like last night~”

Wow. You didn’t know someone could turn that color from rage.

The servant—probably a Lancer—launches himself towards the Archer with a war cry.

“As fascinating as this is,” Your master mutters in front of you. “Maybe we should use this opportunity to make our escape?”

“Seems like it could be fun to watch,” You gently nudge Grim’s flanks. “But that probably would be best. Now, we’ll just make our escape qui—”

“FGNAH! SO LONG, SUCKERS!” Grim proclaims at the top of his lungs, heedless of your and your master’s attempts to get him to shut the fuck up. “YOU MAY LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY THIS TIME, BUT THE GREAT GRIM SAMA WILL RETURN TO CONSUME YOUR MEASLY SOULS!!”

With a single bound, Grim leaps from the ground to the roof of the ruined building your master was taking shelter in. He takes a running start, and vaults over the flimsy fence at the top into the air.

Your master and his friend scream.

You grin.

The flames that form beneath Grim’s legs aren’t like wings, you don’t think they serve any practical purpose to help him fly. But it makes for an astonishing sight nonetheless—looking down and seeing blue fire between you and the sprawling city below.

“Fl-flying!” Your master’s friend gasps. “We’re—we’re actually flying!! Look, look Jamil! It’s like we’re on a magic carpet, for real!! We’re flying!!”

“Kalim, be careful!” Your master scolds as he yanks him back from where he was leaning over the side to get a better look. “You are not going to break your neck after everything we’ve gone through to get out of this!”

“It’s not like it’s a big deal.” Grim rumbles beneath you dismissively. “Even if he fell, the Great Grim Sama would catch him, ya know?”

“That’s not the point,” Your master groans.

There’s a faint crash behind you.

You twist around to see Ace Trappola pull himself out of the roof of the ruined building and begin yelling at the Lancer back on the ground.

Did. Did that Lancer try to stop you all from escaping. By throwing another servant?? At you???

You shift back around. “What kind of troublesome war have you gone and got us involved in, Master?”

Your master groans, burying his face in his hand. “Don’t blame me for his incompetence.”

You can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes you with that sentiment. How many times in life have you thought the same thing?

You think this is the start of a beautiful partnership.

[hoboyherewego]

Octavinelle pact marks/tattoos

Its slimy boys time

Azul

Floyd

Jade

(The tweel’s would make for a great couple tattoo just saying 👀 )

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Stone Heart AU: Scar pt III

"When my mother named me Taka she did so in her mother tongue. For her, it meant Desire or Wish. To give me something to dream of, to want more than my station as second son. In my Father’s tongue however, it meant to Want or Trash, forever wanting what I could not have. When my Mother looked at me, she saw my potential. When my Father looked at me, he saw the failure of my existence."  

I was not born strong. My body came out small, and as I grew, my back curved and my mane grew thicker than any cubs he had ever seen. Even after I outgrew my cub spots, he still joked that my Mother had given birth to a hyena. She would still his tongue, but the others heard and could see little else afterwards. By the time the fool realized the impact of his statement, it was done. He’s apologies meant nothing.  

Where my body failed, my mind soared. Since I could not hunt and I did not need the lessons to be king, I roamed. I learned. I spoke to the fellow predators, the crocodiles and leopards and wild dogs. I was still arrogant though, and my foolish mouth and pride earned me my scar.  

I needed a Father. I had already made the mistake, I did not need Mufasa or him to step in and defend me after the fight was already done. I needed him to just-just tell me it would be ok. Instead, he laughed. He laughed and said that I had earned what would probably be my only battle scar. My Mother berated him, even the other lioness warriors’ expressed their distaste with him, but it was done. Whatever love I had for Ahadi shriveled and died when I realized I would be little more than a burden to him.  

They will tell you that my kindness extended toward the scavengers and crawlers next, but it was not kindness. It was defiance. My father hated them, despite respecting the Circle of Life. So that is where I went, and where I spent my time, among the fanged and scaled. And where I would meet my Hyenas. 

Deep within the Elephant Graveyard, their clan had fallen to cannibalism, an ancient practice even in our time. Unsurprising, considering how their territories kept them conveniently as far away from Prideland territory as possible. Ah, Sunset Savanah now, is it? The name has changed a few times now.  

Anyway, witnessing them casting the bones for who would be up on the buffet table gave me an idea. I made an arrangement with the then Hyena Queen, Zuhour, to hunt on the outskirts, and working with the snakes and vermin to drive the herbivores and prey to them. They would be able to hunt and the snakes and vermin the carcass. In return three Hyenas of my choosing would be mine, as my eyes and ears, as my hunters, and I would be able to walk their territories without fear of life or limb and be known as Friend.  

Of all the decisions I made, I don’t regret this. Shenzi, Banzai and Ed treated me as an equal and respected me, and eventually I them. I miss them terribly.  

When my mother saw me at the Prideland Court, arguing my case in front of the King and Elders, she saw it as me taking my duties of completing and protecting the Circle of Life, as was her duty. Later, when she braided my hair into the traditional circle and charms, she would say how proud she was. But I knew, within my heart, that I had done so to bring the shadows to the precious light. My Father’s shadows, the ones he deemed unworthy, the same as I.  

Shortly after, my brother became King.