#twisted wonderland pet au

[writingsboring]

Prompt: 1. it's not too late, lets go

Fan fiction: Twisted wonderland pet au, by twst drabbles, this is not cannon!

Rating: G for general

Warnings: small mentions of blood and burned possessions

Yuu sat there, the entire house was burned to a crisp. They felt tears rush down their cheeks and a buzzing sensation on their shins. They assumed the burnt wood and metal were digging in their skin leaving splinters and bruises, but their brain hadn't registered..or maybe they simply ignored it. “...everything, they took everything” Yuu whispered to themselves as if trying to understand the horrific scene in front of them, they sat there for what felt like years just staring, they hadn’t even felt Crowley's hand on their shoulder until he gave it a light shake. When they turned around they were faced with a familiar bucket, the said bucket had thousands of scratches and bite marks, Yuu felt the need to throw up. “It's not too late..lets go” Crowley whispered helping them up, their knees now bruised and bloody. Crowley threw his arm over their shoulder helping them walk, yet Yuu’s eyes never left the rubble.

@twst-drabbles

[twst-drabbles]

Malleus 19

Summary: You're sick as a dog and all you wanna do is lay in bed. The little dragon Malleus, on the other hand, wants you to entertain him.

(Wanted to write about a little cutie. So here you go.)

Ough, you are in a pit of muggy heat and horrible, horrible mucus.

Why did you go out? Why did you decide to go to the festival on Kalim's insistence even though you knew you were coming down with something bad? Past you was a fool, and now you were paying the price for it.

You felt gross. You are gross. Ugh. Nothing to do but wait for this to pass over, and maybe take some meds if it becomes too much, or at least have something before bed so you don't wake up in the middle of the night.

You sighed, coughed when you breathed too quickly, then blindly reached out to the water you kept on your nightstand. Your fingers hit something cold, and you grasped it tightly without a second thought.

Squeak!

…that's not a sound a water bottle should make. That sounded more like a fart than a squeak.

You reluctantly lifted your head, then blinked at the glaring glowing green eyes. He opened his mouth and let a flicker of fire tickle your skin. Whoops.

"Oh," you loosened your grip and Malleus spread his wings, hovering in the air, "Though you were my water. Didn't mean to."

It's right behind him, shining beautifully in the light but, ugh, you'll have to stretch yourself to get it and you really don't want to move. Your muscles were sore from all the walking alongside the fact that your sick.

"Ugh. Well, do whatever you like, Malleus. I'm not feeling the best."

You sniffled and roughly cleared your throat as best you could. You didn't succeed, and now you have more mucus coating your lungs. Breathing is possible, but so very uncomfortable. Horrible. Horrendous.

You heard a few flaps and felt a small dip in your pillow. Two tiny hands patted at your head, then started to shove. You shook your head and flipped yourself to the other side of the bed. You'll get your water later, you're getting sleepy again. Besides, at least you have some soup to look forward to from Crowley. Kalim wanted to take cooking duties but he doesn't exactly have the best idea on what makes a good sick meal.

Small steps traveled over your plush pillows, and now the little dragon was pushing at your shoulder.

Ah, he wants you to get up, for whatever little dragon fae activities he has planned for the day.

"Don't," you lightly pushed him away, "I need sleep."

Little claws hooked onto your blanket, and a small body heaved itself onto your neck. Cool scales swept over your face, tickled your nose, and you shot right up to scramble for a tissue.

You let out a colossal sneeze. "Ough, thank you." You said to no one in particular, glad that you can actually breath again.

You crumpled up the tissue, tossed it into the trashcan, then finally noticed the spread eagle, frozen Malleus. He always had a set of wide eyes that looked at the world with a curious wonder, and if not mystified, then he's usually not thinking anything at all. Empty, empty eyes, but oh so expressive.

Right now, Malleus was looking at you with shock.

"What? Never seen a sick person before?" Your voice was still nasally as ever, but it's clearer than before, at least. "You've been around Silver. Shouldn't he have been sick once or twice?"

Another tickle bloomed from the back of your nose and you grasped another tissue. You scrunched up, ready to let another sneeze rip out, but it faded away as quickly as the wind when you saw Malleus dash under your pillows. Every part of him was swallowed. All you could see was his eerie green eyes.

You blinked, then something clicked. "…ah, my sneezes scare you."

Makes sense, you don't bother being quiet since you've lived here along for a little too long. You get used to having nobody over, so you've stopped being aware of just how loud you can be.

You blew your nose and sighed in relief. "If you want to go home, by all means. Because I'm not gonna stop sneezing anytime soon."

Malleus gave the littlest of growls, evidently annoyed. You squashed him under the pillow he took refuge in.

[artpenumbra]

REMINDER: Don't forget, you have tea time this afternoon with him.

~🌹~

This has been sitting in my files for a long time but I finally got the drive to get this done. I also got a new tablet recently so I've been feeling pretty good about getting lineart down.

I don't talk about it a lot, but I absolute adore @twst-drabbles 's Pet AU so I will rave about it until I'm dead.

Insp: https://twst-drabbles.tumblr.com/post/680780086455189504/riddle-1

[mangacupcake]

Twst Palace pets/ Lab accident

So this started with @adrianasunderworld when I shared an idea about epel somehow being turned into a lil chihuahua during a lab accident and subsequently becoming Vil’s purse pet-

And somehow it became this

Some how the first years all became Cute lil puppies

I was never good at drawing animals but I told @adrianasunderworld that puppy Ace looks like Webkinz so which one are you adopting? @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna

Also the one with Ortho is my Yuu Drusilla!

[onceaponatimetherewasafool]

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

[icryaboutit]

Mad Hatter Yuu

I have a story right now and it revolves around the title. And it currently has the following:

A mad Hatter themed Yuu (Obviously)

Yuu is a male in this.

Is one of the successor of the Mad Hatter role.

A hat that has an inner realm.

Yuu is hinted to be able to travel through different worlds and Alternate Universes, and bend their worlds laws. (But currently can't)

Is pissed at Crowley, and calls him coo coo crow.

Can travel to different places through his hat.

Can make his hat vanish.

Has a slight dislike towards cats like Grim. (He doesn't hate the Cheshire Cat though... just slight, for trying to eat his pets)

Can talk to the "Narrator" (Aka the author)

Has two pet mouse, named Chai and Thea.

Likes Tea and Hats.

Is hinted to get along with the Dark Mirror.

Likes making fun of Crowley.

[rendy-a]

👉️👈️ I miss the pet au, so I'm sending in another request for it~ XD How would Riddle, Azul, Vil, and Sebek act if their master surprised them with a picnic one day? They're always working so hard, so their master thought it'd be a nice way to treat them and let them relax. Please take as much time as you need! Thank you if you do this!

Well, it has certainly been a minute since we’ve visited the Pet Au!  I’m glad to return to it now.  Thank you so much for the request.  I hope you enjoy it!

Insists its unnecessary.  He is just doing his duty as a companion pet!  If you persist, he will surely join you.  The eagerness in which he asks about what you might be serving betrays his interest.

Tea?  How delightful.  Cake?  What a treat.  Sitting on the ground?  How…quaint.  He will try his best to hide his discomfort from you but the way he sits so perfectly straight on the picnic blanket betrays him.  Offer to move your picnic to a table and he will be most grateful.

Once seated properly, Riddle knows just how to have an enjoyable tea.  Please allow him to pour you a cup.  He’d love to add just the right amount of sugar cubes to it as well.  When the cake is served, Riddle enjoys his slice slowly, savoring each bite.

Riddle has teatime conversation covered as well.  He isn’t the best tutored pet at the shop for nothing!  He is more than prepared to talk at length on a number of topics such as history or current events.  Oh, you want to talk about how well he has been doing instead?  Please ignore his blushing and continue, Master.

Picnics were great fun, but Riddle was happy to be back at work.  It was comforting to have a routine, to know just what your day would hold and what was expected of you.  The memory of the afternoon was a pleasant one, so he doesn’t even mind all the extra work you’ve made him in the morning.  He happily washes the extra dishes, packs the picnic supplies away (exactly as recommended in the picnic guide!) and checks on the leftovers in the fridge.  Perhaps he can add them into today’s dinner without spoiling his carefully planned out menus.

Riddle opens the fridge to see what you’ve stored away and his eyes are drawn immediately to a lone slice of cake.  His mouth starts to water before he can stop himself.  But no!  That cake belongs to his beloved Master, it’s not for the likes of him!  He will resist!  Riddle gives his head a shake as though to clear any unsavory thoughts from his mind.  Then he nods firmly and pushes the cake aside to see what is hidden on the shelf behind it.  Only, when he moves the slice, he finds a small note attached to the container; ‘Riddle’s cake’ it says.

Riddle’s eyes widen and he is so startled, he almost drops the container of cake.  For him?  You saved this cake for…him?  Surely that is improper for a pet to have the last slice of cake.  He’ll just save that for you to have later.  Only, each time Riddle passes thought the kitchen, the cake calls to him like a sugar-coated siren.  Sometimes, he passes quickly by the fridge but other times, he lingers to open it and gaze longingly at the wonderful slice. 

Finally, the temptation is too much and Riddle pulls the cake from the shelf.  The note says it is for him, so it would be wrong of him not to have it…right?  So, he does, and the cake is sweet.  Only, it’s not as good as it was yesterday.  Yesterday, when he had it with you.  Sure, the flavor is the same but, without your company, the experience just falls flat.  He cleans the container quietly and places it back in the cupboard. 

When you open the door, you hear a sound of someone rushing from the back room.  Riddle quickly arrives at the door and, standing perfectly straight, welcomes you home.  You pat him tenderly on the head.  “You seem eager to see me today.  Did you miss me?”  Riddle turns a charming shade of red and exclaims, “Only a regular amount!”  You smile, pleased to have such a devoted pet as Riddle.

There are many land customs that seem to interest your pet mer.  Azul enjoys questioning you about them.  One in particular seems to draw his interest, a story about going to a street fair and trying a grilled sausage.  You decide to surprise him by taking him out on a picnic with a portable grill to try one for himself!

Azul insists on helping you set up the grill and learns all about how to cook sausage over an open flame.  He is very attentive to your demonstration.  When done, you must urge him to have one on a bun.  He does but not before mumbling about all those carbs under his breath. 

After your meal, you sit and chat with him about his day.  While you talk, you take a napkin and fold him an origami octopus!  You present your creation to your blushing pet tell him that it is a wish for luck!  Sure, cranes are supposed to be for luck but somehow, you think you’ve personally had more luck with an octopus.

The town festival would be soon and you were surprised that Azul asks for time away from the home to attend.  You hadn’t suspected that such an event would interest such a shy pet but gladly give your permission.  Of course, your hard-working companion deserves a day off!

So, you set off alone to visit the festival.  It was a small affair, with locals providing much of the entertainment and booths.  There were stands of handicrafts and food lining the main street.  You knew it was about time to have lunch when an irresistible scent reached your nose.  You hadn’t had a proper street fair sausage in ages. 

You had prepared yourself for a line and there was one, the expert display drawing a lively crowd.  However, nothing had prepared you to see your pet Azul running the booth.  Suddenly, you recall his interest in all things sausage preparation from your picnic; was this his intention all along?  He smiles at you sheepishly when you get to the front of the line.  This was supposed to be a surprise!  Look at all the money he is making for you.  He hopes he has impressed you, surely, you’ll praise him for this later.

In the end, you get a sizzling hot sausage on the house.  Not even Azul would charge his dear master for a snack!  Afterwards, you insist on stepping behind the counter to help out.  If this is making Azul happy, then you want to be there to support him.  You can’t deny that the way he smiles so genuinely when he manages to talk a customer into getting a larger size or adding on a dessert really brightens up his face.  So much so that you find yourself smiling along too.  “Can’t decide on a side?  You poor unfortunate soul, why not get both?” 

You finish out the rush and Azul insists you go home.  This is supposed to be his project and here he is, making his sweet Master work for him, how shameful!  No amount of reassuring him will change his mind, off you go!  You reluctantly go to place the last payment in the register when you notice something stuffed under a stack of bills; it’s the origami octopus you’d made him. 

You pull it out and show it to him.  He immediately starts stammering and flustering, “Wh..wha…where did you get that?”  He snatches back his precious memento and cradles it gently in his hands before stowing it back in the register, gently tucking it in beneath a blanket of cash.  “He gets lonely, so I have to take him with me.” Azul explains in an embarrassed tone as he adjusts his glasses. 

It’s a long wait until Azul arrives home, but you make sure you are awake when he does.  Now it’s your turn to insist he takes it easy.  No accounting for you, Azul!  Straight to bed!  You stand and wait for him to brush his teeth and change into some pajamas and then it is your turn to tuck your octopus in.  Just as gently as Azul tucked in his origami companion, you pull up the covers and rub his head as you sing him to sleep.  Don’t worry little octopus, you don’t have to be lonely anymore.

Vil is a fan of tradition, it rubbed off on him after being a part of the oldest and most traditional pet menagerie in the land.  You are sure to plan a picnic for him that keeps to the most beloved traditions of the event.  From the red and white checkerboard blanket to the wicker basket, its like a picnic from a fairytale.  Vil, of course, is appreciative of your efforts; details are in important part of setting the stage!

Preparing a menu that meets your demanding trophy pet’s strict standards is quite the task.  It must be nutritionally balanced, tasty, and meet the theme of the event.  You’d managed to find a sandwich and salad combination that Vil approved of.  For refreshment, you were drinking lemonade and Vil, water with lemon.   You’d tried to tempt him to join you in your sugary drink but he is surprisingly firm with what he wants.  Not even his beloved Master can tempt him to risk his smooth complexion with unapproved sweets!

The sound of Vil’s voice fills your afternoon.  He is remarkably talented, as a proper trophy pet should be, at keeping someone entertained.  He has engaging conversations prepared to thrill you with celebrity gossip, recitations of scripts or plays he’s preformed before and rather interesting observations.  All in all, you could spend a whole day just listening to Vil and not notice the passing of time.  Is this a treat for your pet or yourself?  You are never quite sure but he does seem to soak up your undivided attention.

You pour yourself a second glass of lemonade and Vil gives you a look like, ‘another one?  Are you sure?’  You avert your eyes and take a sip.  Vil gives you a resigned sigh and returns to his story about an upcoming show he will appear in.  Being a proper pet and a proper actor isn’t easy, but Vil puts in extraordinary effort to perform both tasks to a high degree.

He is telling you an anecdote about the director when his eyes get wide, and his sentence cuts off.  You are startled by the sudden silence and sit up to attention.  “What is it?” you ask nervously.  Had you waited a moment, you wouldn’t even need to ask as you feel the first drops of rain land upon your wrist.  Now you are the one wide eyed and gasping.  You jump up and start madly packing things back into your picnic basket. 

You shove the blanket in and lift the load.  Then you grab Vil’s hand and start a mad dash to the front of the park.  Why had you chosen such a distant corner of the park for your picnic?  The rain was beginning to come down heavier and you were still far from the entrance.  When you feel a tug on your hand, the one Vil holds.  You turn your gaze to him and see his own is on a gazebo gracing the park grounds.  Thank goodness, you are saved from becoming fully drenched!

When you step under the cover of the gabled roof, you pull out the picnic blanket and hand it to Vil.  He looks at you coldly, colder than the rain you just escaped.  “How much of a villain do you think I am to take the only blanket from my dear master?”  Then he wraps it tightly around you.  “How will you stay warm though?” you ask him worriedly.  He smiles a dashing smile at you.

The performance Vil began was a lively one, with enough action to keep your dear actor warm.  It’s the stage production Vil has been rehearsing for.  On the stage, Vil will play the part of a villainous noble who attempts to thwart the heroic prince.  In the private stage of the gazebo, Vil plays all the parts for you.  He switches back and forth from character to character with the ease of a skilled performer.  His differing voices and postures capture the essence of each one perfectly, as befits one so devoted to the fine details of acting. 

You reach the end of Vil’s part, when the villain is defeated and taken away to prison.  You are enthralled at the evil laugh he gives as he mocks being dragged away.  Then he stops.  You look at him curiously, “Its not over yet, is it?”  He smiles at you guardedly, “No but I see that the rain is stopped and my practice is finished.  I see no reason to continue.” 

You look out into the rain covered lawn leading away from the gazebo and then back at Vil.  “But I wanted to hear the end of the story?  Can’t we stay a bit longer?  I want to watch you preform until the story is finished!”  Vil looks at you evenly for a moment, then his face brakes out into a satisfied smile.  “As you wish, Master.”  Then he takes up the mantle of the hero and continues the story, remaining on your gazebo stage until the very end.

You’ve tried to explain to Sebek the purpose of this picnic but you aren’t sure he has truly understood.  For what feels like the hundredth time, you remind Sebek that this meal is a reward for him, not you.  He looks at you from the corner of his eye, where he stands stiffly at attention behind you.  He can’t be lulled into a trap!  He will stand guard over you and your meal faithfully, Master!

If you are persistent enough, you can convince him to join you.  Once he decides to partake, he has quite the feast!  Sebek has a large appetite and will eat with enthusiasm.  He will sample each dish you’ve brought along and finish off anything he enjoys.  It would be rude not to after Master had prepared this specially for him!

If you are looking for conversation after the meal, well, that’s not Sebek’s best skill.  He mostly knows how to talk about you, his wonderful Master!  If that isn’t what you are looking for (are you sure?), then he can perhaps read to you.  You may be surprised to find that a burley pet like Sebek is an avid reader.  He’ll gladly share some of his favorite passages with you.  Would you like a story about knights and valor?  Perhaps something about adventure and travel.  He can even read you a romance if you’d like.  He assures you that he only has that book for strictly academic reasons!

The sound of the wind whispering through the trees creates a gentle counterpoint to the deep and measured tone of Sebek reading aloud for you.  You’d chosen a tale of knights and kings, what you suspect is Sebek’s favorite topic.  After all, this is supposed to be a picnic reward for him; why not indulge him with a favorite story as well? 

“You sound like you don’t agree,” you say to him when he reads out the next passage.  Sebek startles a bit before grimacing a little and placing a hand on his head.  “It’s not my place to say, Master.”  You reach over and pat his hand reassuringly, “Go on, tell me your opinion.”  He looks at your carefully before straightening up even taller and bracing himself.  Then he gains the courage to speak his mind to you, “I don’t see why such noble creatures as dragons always have to play the part of the beast.  Perhaps if the knight had attempted to talk to him…”

You smile up at your brash, green-haired pet.  “I think you are right.  The dragon is just misunderstood.  So what if he is a bit larger than the others or a bit noisier.  I think he is perfect, just he way he is.”  A relieved expression crosses Sebek’s face and he says, “Of course, I see you understand, Master!”  Then he gives you a great fang-toothed grin. 

You lay back down in the sun and close your eyes as Sebek continues with the story.  Now that the unpleasant anti-dragon chapter is passed, he reads the tale in a much calmer voice.  You listen to the tale and enjoy the warmth of the day.  The sound of his voice blending into the sounds of the park is so soothing…

You startle awake and sit up suddenly, alarmed at the darkness.  Where were you?  What had happened?  You fumble around, trying to urge your mind to catch up with the situation.  The lights click on.  “Master, are you alright?” Sebek asks.  You look over at your pet and clam down.  Ah, you were home and in bed. 

You give your pet a quizzical look and ask him, “What happened?  The last thing I remember is being at the park…”  He looks a tad embarrassed as he responds, “It appears you fell asleep, Master.”  You hold back an eye-roll.  “Yes, I guessed as much but how did I get home?”  At that, Sebek straightens up and gives you a prideful smile.  “I carried you home, of course!  It was excellent training.”  Sometimes, even you are surprised at the lengths your pet goes to in the name of training.  “You could have just given me a shake, you know.”  He gives you a shocked expression, “Me?  I wouldn’t dare, Master!” 

You smile at him with the sleep still in your eyes, “So then there are no acceptable ways to wake someone up?” He pouts a bit, “Well, it depends on the circumstances.  In this case, the tales are clear; a sleeping beauty must be left to sleep on.”  You smile at him mischievously.  “What if a prince came along to wake me like in the story from this afternoon?”  Sebek looks at you scandalized.  “Why Master!  I’d never have allowed it!  Some ne’re-do-well trying to kiss my Master!”  As Sebek continues to grumble about the imagined insults of unworthy princes, you observe him with a smile.  Who needs a dragon to guard your slumber when you have such a pet? 

[moon-mage]

IT GOT BETTER

IT GOT BETTTEERRRR IT (⸝⸝⸝･ᯅ･⸝⸝⸝)◞♥︎

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU- pt 3

Warnings; yandere themes/behavior/actions, mix of platonic and romantic yanderes, monster AU, reader is the only human, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, Monster AU Grim has arrived and my heart already hurts for him, poor decision making, Selkie, Crow Fae, Minotaur, Drider, slight gore, an actual monster of this AU make a guest appearance,

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"(Y/n) (L/n)... The last Human in Twisted Wonderland."

Those words echoed in your mind as you followed the Crow. Supposedly there was a dorm on the campus that didn't have anyone in it and he intended that to be your home. You didn't trust any of these creatures because they all seemed to think you were some kind of exotic pet and not actually an equal. There was no way you would stay with any of these creatures and you found yourself looking for a chance to escape.

What you hadn't expected was how hard the Dragon man took your refusal to stay in his nest permanently. When he was guarding you, he had been full of energy and crackling with some kind of unknown power. When you said you wanted to be left alone and wanted to go home, the man practically looked like a kicked puppy who couldn't understand why his new play-mate didn't want to stay with him. In some ways, you felt guilty for saying no to the Dragon, but you also were afraid of how you would be treated by the man who had already claimed you as his own.

The Crow actually decided your request to go home was a reasonable one and brought you before the mirror that had been so prominent in the center of the coffin room. Despite your pleading and the Crow's requests, the mirror said there was nowhere in their world you could have come from so there was nowhere in their world you could return to. You tried arguing that your home was real and you needed to go back to it, but the mirror refused to speak to you again and simply stopped responding to you.

This lead to where you were now, feeling like a prisoner marching down death-row flanked by the two men who came with the Crow to retrieve you from the Dragon. Everyone you passed stopped and stared as you went by, their curiosity clear as they all tried to get a good look at you. Some even tried to reach out to you, but the two men flanking you shut it down quickly and chased the curious onlookers off. Despite how the Crow said he was taking you somewhere safe, you didn't trust him in the slightest.

When your opportunity to flee presented itself, you took it with both hands.

There was a forest that seemed to line the far side of the campus with many dark trees and shadowed trunks. Surely you could hide in there and find your own way home despite the fearful feeling in your gut that insisted you were stuck in the unusual world of fantasy you now found yourself in. As you drew nearer to what looked like an abandoned and ramshackled manor, you slowed your pace just enough to make a bit of distance from you and your guards before you darted into the forest.

Even as the branches whipped and slashed at you, you kept running blindly into the woods. Surely you could get some distance from the monsters that tried to keep you like a pet, and maybe then you could work on finding a way home. To your real home, wherever that was in comparison to where you were now.

~•§•~

"Damn it, Crowley!"

The black and white Selkie snapped, immediately trying to follow the frightened little Human into the forest. He knew what kind of creatures stalked those woods and a soft little Human like you was not going to survive long. The moment the branches began pulling at his pelt, he had to retreat back from the woods. His own self preservation was far too strong to allow his pelt to be damaged or removed from his shoulders, even to save a protected species like the little Human.

"What did I do? I have been nothing but kind and that Human keeps running away!"

"They're running because they are terrified, confused, and not even from our world! You should have just let us use the dark mirror to get to the dorm, not making us walk! Not to mention how unsafe and rundown the dorm you want them to stay in is..."

The Selkie gave another annoyed noise as he watched his minotaur companion barely even make it past the first tree before his horns caught on the foliage around him. They couldn't enter the forest after you because they would get just as lost as you currently were. The forest was not a warm and safe place to be for anyone given the rampant number of Direbeasts and other creatures in the untamed areas of the isle.

"We can't follow them like this- damn it! Rook, front and center, pup!"

There was a slight skittering sound before the lovely blond Drider easily cleared the wrought iron fencing nearby and came to a halt before the Selkie professor. Naturally, the Drider was curious about the Human and followed the entourage with a keen eye and even keener instincts. He knew the Human would run before the professors did, and despite how he wanted to give chase he remembered the horrified look the Human had given him when they saw him for the first time. Rook wanted to befriend and study the unusual prey that was his new little Human muse, not terrify them into fleeing from him.

"Yes, Roi du Selkie?"

"I know you were watching where the Human (Y/n) ran and you are better at navigating the forest than we are. Find them and bring them back unharmed."

"You wound me, Roi du Selkie! I would never harm the little Trickster Human! Now, I certainly wouldn't mind hunting them down for a bit of sport, but I wouldn't harm a hair upon their fragile little head."

"Yes, yes, I know your proclivity to The Hunt, but this is a fragile creature that we can't risk losing, especially when they are the last of their kind. Make sure you get to them before the beats of the forest do."

"As you command, Roi du Selkie."

~•§•~

No matter how far you ran, the forest only seemed to get darker. It had already been late in the evening when you fled, but the forest was a near abyssal dark. Not even the light of the moon could reach beneath the canopy of leaves. Every little sound made you jump and you could only imagine the creatures that lurked in these shadowed woods.

Perhaps fleeing into the woods away from a warm bed and meal was not the best idea you've had. Granted, the last time you fled resulted rather positively given the fact you fell asleep under a stone statue and woke up safe in a comfortable bed. The same bed you chose to give up because you didn't want to be someone's pet. Well, hindsight was always 20/20, after all.

You were so preoccupied with the forest around you that the second a gnarled root caught you foot, you went tumbling to the ground with an undignified yelp. The root you had fallen over was pitch black and seemed to actually be the opening of what looked like a den for whatever creatures called this land home. When you breathed a sigh of relief at not seeing any feral creature within the den, a sharp voice snapped you back to attention.

"Hey! Watch it!"

Crawling on their belly out of the den, you caught sight of shaggy gray fur and burning blue eyes. You got a good look at the little creature when it stood up, dusting the dirt off of itself and pouting in your direction. The little beast was fairly stout and almost fooled you into thinking it was some kind of cat before you noticed the extra limbs adorning the rounder body.

"What... Are you?"

"I'm the greatest mage to ever live, Grim! That's what I am! What are you? You don't look like the usual fancy-pants students that wander around the woods."

"I'm not... I'm just lost-"

You cut yourself off with a gasp as the little creature hopped up on your knees, staring at you closely with those bright blue eyes. They gave you a quick once-over and even a few sniffs for good measure before they nodded.

"Yup. I see. I can say with absolute certainty that I have no idea what you are!"

The odd words of the critter drew a short laugh from you. Your laugh was a mix of confusion and incredulousness, but in it held the hint of genuine humor. It seemed those in the supposed school knew exactly what you were, but this little creature didn't have the faintest idea. Something about this Grim helped put you at ease as they seemed much more rounded- quite literally given their chubby belly- and less aggressive than the others had been.

Where the others had made you feel like an exotic pet, this little creature made you feel like someone who could stand up for themselves and talk for themselves. As you took a good look at the creature, you noticed what seemed to be small blue flames along their ears and various scars riddling the soft fur. Though the creature was small, they had clearly been through a rough life as even the little wings on their back had been shredded to complete uselessness.

"I'm a Human."

"Yeah, I have no idea what that is, but it smells like you don't have even a bit of magic on ya! Don't worry, Hooman thing. I- the Great and Powerful Grim- will protect you as you make your way through the forest! There's all sorts of bad things in the woods that would hurt someone soft like you. In return, you can be my henchman! Every good mage needs a henchman. Nyehehe!"

Before you could respond to the odd creature Grim, the rustling of the bushes near you filled you with dread. You had no way to defend yourself or fight back against whatever threat came for you, let alone protect Grim. That dread only compounded when you saw the creature that emerged from the foliage.

Standing on all fours, it almost looked like some kind of bear that was missing half of it's face. Where fur and flesh should have been, a large gaping wound covered in flies and rotting from the bone of the skull was on clear display. The eyes of the beast were no more than glowing light blue pits that glowered hatefully in your direction. Even the black fur of the beast seemed to be dripping with some kind of rot as the foul stench of the creature assaulted your nostrils.

Nothing about this beast was natural and the twisted fangs that glinted in the maw of the beast only made icy fear grip you. Each fang had been broken by the neighboring tooth, all overgrown and twisted in the maw of the creature. Some teeth grew up and back into the gums, some teeth grew out jaggedly though the mouth of the creature, and some were empty sockets where a tooth once was.

The beast lowed and huffed, sounding like it was struggling for air as it breathed out a toe-curling reek in heavy pants. One paw fell after the other as you felt rooted to the ground, trapped in terror upon gazing such a disheveled and vile creature walking around. Beyond just the face of the creature, you could see exposed bone and further signs of decay clinging to the sides of the beast. Open wounds were covered in pustules filled with some kind of inky black blight on ragged and bloodless flesh.

"Th-that's way bigger than I thought it'd be..."

Grim's voice squeaked out and his torn ears dropped in obvious fear. The bravado he had moments prior was gone the exact same way your own had faded away. This was not some natural creature and you realized just how woefully prepared you were to face the creatures of the night.

The beast turned the one remaining eye it had towards the two of you and Grim tried to hide behind your legs, huddled down on your stomach. You were in more than just a dangerous position seeing as you were sitting on the dark earth beneath you after tripping over Grim's hiding-spot. Both you and your new companion were caught completely unawares by this wretched beast.

As it looked like the thing was about to lunge, a sudden rush of fire slammed into the beast, piercing into the side was an arrow that burned brightly with flames. The sudden attack was enough to disorient the beast as it howled a screeching wail of pain and lumbered back into the woods, deciding to find easier prey elsewhere. You wanted to cry in joy at seeing the creature retreat, finding yourself hugging the odd cat-thing Grim who joyously returned the affection as you both got to live another day.

"I see you are unharmed, my little Trickster, c'est magnifique!"

You looked over at the sound of the voice, only to realize that the voice came from above you instead. Hanging suspended on a thin strand of silk was the lovely giant Spider man. Two of his legs held the silk and the others hung down as if reaching down to you.

"Myeh! A giant spider! Run for your life, Hooman!"

Grim screamed as he hopped off of your stomach, trying to flee from the descending spider that had save you both from the monster bear. He didn't get far before a sudden strand of silk wrapped around him, pulling him back with ease.

"Non, there has been enough fleeing for one night. As beautiful as the forest is when it is dark like this, many dangers far worse than the Undying Ursus Minor live in these woods. It is time to return mon Trickster to the safety of their new home."

"Myeh? A safe home..? Hey, spider guy, that's my henchman! Where they go, I go too! They wouldn't leave me out here," Grim turned to look at you with surprisingly soulful eyes, as if willing you to agree, "right?"

You felt more than a little put on the spot, but you didn't see any harm in bringing this strange creature with you. They were more than a little proud but seemed so out of place among the dark forest you two found ourselves at the mercy of. That and the fact that you couldn't get the image of the many scars on their soft little body out of your mind. The world was unkind to Grim and maybe you could do something to change that for the better.

"Right."

The blond spider nodded with a patient smile, his body safely touching down on the ground next to you.

"Trés bien, I will bring your new friend with us. First, I worry I haven't been very polite with you, Trickster. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Rook Hunt, hunting enthusiast and passionate admirer of all things beautiful. Honored to be in the presence of one so rare~"

After his short introduction, Rook was quick to free Grim from the webbing and picked the little creature up, setting the fluffy beast onto his spider half's back. As the spider man approached you next, you still felt wary of him but knew that at least he wasn't looking to harm you like the beasts of the forest.

Before you could accept the help of the smiling spider, he suddenly picked you up, pausing with a look of surprise. His hands were beneath your arms and held you from the ground with what seemed to be little effort, but he was a spider and so likely had more strength than a Human would.

"Oh? It seems my little Trickster is a Mademoiselle Trickster. Odd I didn't notice before. I am usually quite good at discerning the sex of my prey, as some species are only free to hunt if they are one sex and not the other, but this is still a welcome surprise. Roi du Règles will be most pleased to know this, him being a Unicorn and all."

"Wh-what the hell are you talking about? Were you hunting me?"

"Calm yourself, Trickster. I admit, you interest me in many ways, but non, I tracked you down at the behest of Roi du Selkie. The forests are no place for a soft Human such as yourself. I certainly would not mind a game of chase with you, but this is neither the place nor time."

He set you next to Grim on his back, grinning over his shoulder at you.

"Hold on, Mademoiselle Trickster, I do not intend to have you fall on our way back to campus."

You were quick to grab Grim, holding the soft critter with one arm and the other wrapping around Rook's warm torso. Once he was sure you were holding onto him securely, his many long legs began to move with a surprising speed, carrying you towards what you assumed to be the school you fled. Grim was content to snuggle into your body for warmth, seeming to actually relax in your hold now that he didn't have to constantly be looking over his shoulder for danger.

You weren't thrilled to be going back, but you also now knew what kind of dangers lurked around the campus and in the woods. Perhaps you would be better off in the protection- for whatever it was worth- of the monster men and their school. Even if it was temporary, it beat being the lunch to something bigger and meaner in the forest. At least you knew you weren't going to try running again.

[bones4thecats]

Hi hi hello! It's me 🧑‍🧑‍🧒 again, hehe. Your writing always sparks joy! And I have a new idea for a request (^w^)

Could I request Ace, Deuce, and Floyd with a reader who often patches them up or straightens out their hair/clothes for them whenever they get into some sort of mischief or fight? Like, they clean wounds and uses plasters or bandages with cute designs or fix crooked ties or collars. It's their way of showing affection (like a little cleaner shrimp haha)

I hope you have a wonderful day! Remember to stay hydrated (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

When Their S/O Straightens Them Out

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, and Floyd Leech Requester: 👪Anon A/N: This is honestly so cute! By the way, like in my other Twisted Wonderland pieces, the reader is not considered to be MC (or Yuu Sei and I have dubbed him in my au) ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Book 1 Chapters 24-28 and Book 3 Chapters 33-39 (not fully-centered - just mentioned) and Mentions of speaking lewdly, fighting, injuries from fights, and physical assault leading to almost-permanent damage ⚠️

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🪅 Ace has always had a big issue when it comes to relationships. It is literally canon that he had a girlfriend in middle school and when he lost interest he ghosted her till they broke up

🪅 But, when he finally met you, the first year began to seemingly become more mellow around you. Well, he was still a little rascal to others, but he loved to just sneak behind you a spook you instead of dunking buckets full of water on you

🪅 And he was the same until another Heartslabyul student began to get a little close to you. And by close, I mean by stating his care for you loudly during practices, oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend was a mere few feet away from him

🪅 Let's just say the jealousy bubbled over and he threw a basketball at his face, sending the other into anger. And to sum it up, you and the teachers were beyond pissed

"I mean what were you thinking?! You could've gotten suspended, and if you think Riddle would get super angry about a missing tart imagine a suspension!"

🪅 Ace sat there as you began to re-wrap his injuries from the fight, and seeing the fairly deep cuts and scrapes reminded you of when you helped the rest of your dorm and the magicless human and his pet cat against Riddle's overblot

🪅 He watched carefully and pretty much ignored your scoldings in favor of seeing your face flush slightly in anger and contort as you spoke. Ace may not seem like it, but he does love to observe you caring for him. Some would call that slightly creepy, but you found it flattering, he paid you more attention than his homework

🪅 You began to put the bandages away with the cleaning materials when you felt two arms hug you from behind and a man's chin lay on the top of your head

"Thank ya', lovely."

"Anything for the Ace of my Heart."

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♠️ Despite what he wants, Deuce does still have his delinquent urges inside of him. He is severely protective over you to the point where others would think that he was forcing you in the relationship. Thankfully you know better

♠️ He loves to see you happy, even if it means others make you that. But Deuce can tell what someone is really thinking. He spent quite a bit of his childhood around people who hid their true emotions, heck, he was even one of those people!

♠️ So, seeing this random Pomefiore student come up to you constantly and act as if he just wanted friendship, but in reality he was just trying to woo you over. Wanting you to leave Deuce for himself

♠️ Deuce was getting angrier by the day, so it was bound for his anger to finally take over and cause him to act out

♠️ All it took was hearing the other man speak awfully gross things of you in the changing room after Track and Field practice. And he took the first hit

♠️ Next thing he knew you were fixing him up and trying to heal around the collar that came from Riddle earlier that day. The housewarden had found out about the disagreement and yelled his signature spell's name, making you sigh in annoyance

"Dearest, I understand that you love me. But you shouldn't have put yourself through that kind of action, Great Seven knows if he were to press assault charges onto you!"

"Y/N... I'm sorry. I've tried so hard to be the perfect straight-A student for you, my mother, and grandmother and then hearing that- that bastard talk about you that way just made me snap. Y'know?"

♠️ You smiled gently as you laid the extra materials aside and held your boyfriend's face to look at you. You rested your forehead onto his as he sighed and hugged you back

"I love you so much, Deuce. Just the idea of you being minorly hurt, nonetheless severely hurts."

"Understood. I'll try to be a bit better, okay?" Deuce asked, his smile enlarging as you nodded and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you so much for loving me, Y/N."

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🎭 When you first met Floyd during your first years at Night Raven College, you knew that you would feel sorry for his future one and only. Little did you know that you were that one and only

🎭 Everyone understood the memo when Floyd was around. Do not speak ill of him or someone he was close to, it would only result in the sadistic eel-mer to pop up and practically squeeze you until you had a permanent dent in your ribs

🎭 Unfortunately for a new Octavinelle first year, he viewed the rumors as dumb. He was obviously acting this way to gain attention in that way, there was no way that a puny-looking eel-mer was stronger than the gorgeous and powerful betta-mer that he was!

🎭 Over the passing couple weeks, you have been hiding every interaction close to flirting away from the Octavinelle trio, knowing that either Azul and Jade would tell Floyd in a heartbeat

🎭 But, again, sadly for that new student, Floyd was walking around instead of being on his shift -due to finding it boring- and found the male taking his hair, which was flipped onto one side, and attempting to use dark-red and white colors to attract you. And that was not just going to pass by Floyd like nothing

"Y/N! Who is this you're talkin' too? A new friend?"

🎭 The sharp row of Floyd's teeth poking out from his smile didn't even spook the other male. And when he tried to lay a hand on you, Floyd snapped and began to twist the other male's arm to the point it was on the bridge of breaking. He just smiled as you laid a hand on his shoulder and asked him to put the guy's arm down

🎭 He did and watched with amusement as the other being began to run away in pure fear, gripping his arm as the pain echoed. You just groaned and adjust Floyd's jacket and look over his hands for any kind of scrape from work or being an idiot

🎭 Floyd smiled with wonder in his eyes as you cleaned him up like a little shrimp. Kind of like the magicless guy from Ramshackle!

"Y/N~ Would you ever leave me for that little baby fish?~"

"No. Why, you jealous?"

"Psh! Please. I know that I'm better than all those other bottom feeders."

[recreationalfanfics]

Twisted Wonderland x Lab Rats Crossover HCs

The world's first bionic superhumans.

They're stronger than us. Faster. Smarter.

The next generation of the human race is-

STUCK IN TWISTED WONDERLAND?!

Because I'm hyperfixtaited and love making crossovers, I've decided to make a crossover where YOU can choose which Davenport sibling you want to be and what dorm you'd be sorted in and what your life would be like as a bionic human in Twisted Wonderland. The reader will be using gender neutral pronouns but if I overlooked some please let me know!

Feel free to send in asks or questions about this AU!

Before We Get Started:

- Ace and Deuce are still your very first besties and are the ones who meet you first.

- Grim is your precious kitty and still calls you his bionic henchuman and definetly uses you to get out of situations he got himself stuck in.

- I'm sorry but Crowley is so Donald Davenport coded so you're not as surprised or annoyed by his narcissistic tendencies.

- You've been here at NRC for a while, as a result, Ignihyde managed to build you a bionic recharge chamber in Ramshackle.

- I haven't finished book 7 yet so pls keep that in mind.

- I'm rewatching the show currently but I'm not following any specific timeline.

Adam Davenport! Reader:

- The thembo of your siblings and now, of NRC.

- Okay, but imagine that you see your little brother, Leo, in Ace and Deuce. Ace obviously reminding you of Leo's more mischievous and clever side and Deuce reminding you of his more well-natured and clumsy side. As for Grim, HE'S LIKE THE PET YOU NEVER GOT TO HAVE.

- The fact that you're living at a school is your worst nightmare though. Trien and Crewel have you absolutely stressed😭 During studying sessions, Ace and Deuce get somewhat annoyed with you but they do know it doesn't come easy so they help you study by explaining it to you the same way they would to a five year old.

- But, thanks to your awesome durability that you keep hidden from teachers, if you guys ever feel unprepared for a test then you just casually fall down the stairs and Ace and Deuce act all worried for your safety and BRAVELY volunteer to skip class. However, you kept using it as an excuse a bit too often much to Ace and Deuce's dismay so they eventually caught on.

- You are the BANE of Riddle's existence, you have no regard for the rules AND you aren't able to be collared. Much like how it is with Floyd, Riddle openly despises you but unlike Floyd, YOU DON'T CATCH ON THAT HE DISLIKES YOU. Which makes him feel guilty and puts him at an impasse.

- Since Riddle's collars only work on people with magic, imagine that you can just rip it off with your bionic strength. When Riddle first used his unique magic on you, Ace and Deuce were in ramshackle when you walked in with one of the collars on.

Ace: "OH NO, RIDDLE PUT A COLLAR ON Y/N!"

You: "Haha, guys, check out this dope friendship necklace Riddle gave me! I'm gonna take it off and put it somewhere safe! AW, MAN, I BROKE IT....I'm gonna ask me to make another one!" and then they have to stop you.

- LOWKEY, SAVANNACLAW IS THE PERFECT PLACE FOR YOU. The other guys love having you there but also, they will be nicer to other students because you are still a hero after all. When you see them messing with other people, you lift them up and put them in air jail.

- You're like Leona's little court jester ngl. While you're not a complete idiot, you're pretty foolish and it can get entertaining for a while but when you get a bit too destructive, he will have Ruggie escort you out. He likes to take naps on you, though, especially because if someone disturbs him then you shoot a warning shot with your laser vision and are all: "SHHH! The kitty is sleeping!" But if Grim chooses to kick Leona out of your lap, you 100% obey your favorite kitty.

- Jack is your one-sided rival. He wants to be just as strong as you and demands to train with you. He even tries to copy your work out regimen and kinda stalks you to try and learn how you're so strong but then he sees you casually lifting up the sports shack for Vargas.

- BRO, AZUL WOULD 100% TRY TO PUT YOU IN A CONTRACT. A strong bionic superhuman with laser vision AND the ability to breathe underwater whose incredibly stupid and naive? It's like you were sent to him by the Seven themselves. So Ace, Deuce, and Grim and your other friends have to steer you away from him.

- Azul: "Y/N?~ Would you be interested in a deal!"

- You: "Yeah, sure! Just let me finish my applesauce."

- Ace: "Y/N, NO! You're not allowed to make deals with Azul, he's a shady businessman, remember?"

- You: "Ooooh, okay. Sorry then, but I can't."

- Floyd: "Silly Tiger Shrimp, it's opposite day!~"

- You: "Okay! Sorry guys, I have to make a deal with Azul- Wait, I mean NOT make a deal with Azul! Hehe~"

- KALIM IS IN AWE OF YOUR STRENGTH, Jamil thinks that you're a clumsy and reckless fool and he doesn't trust you around Kalim. Like, Kalim was talking about how Jamil is so awesome at basketball and in awe of how high he jumps so you're all: "Haha, wanna see what it's like?" and Jamil walked in on you THROWING THE HEIR OF THE AL-ASIM FAMILY AT A HOOP.

- Jamil: "KALIM, ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?"

- Kalim, on the ground: "THAT WAS AWESOME!"

- You're not allowed in Scarabia without supervision, nevermind that you have to be a certain distance away from Kalim because JAMIL REFUSES TO LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN.

- YOU ARE EPEL'S HERO, HE TOTALLY LOVES HEARING YOUR STORIES ABOUT SAVING YOUR WORLD AND THINKS YOU'RE AMAZING. Like, Vil is forcing you to sit down for a makeover and you're all: "Oh, this is like the time I had to sit still to get ready for my interview after stopping an asteroid from hitting the planet." and Epel is all: "AWESOME!" and Rook is next to you and is all: "Tell us more about this enchanting tale, mon cœur brave!~" and Vil is trying to stop you from eating make up.

- I'm sorry but Epel would so try to convince you to throw Plasma Grenades at Vil when he's overblotted😭 and he's all: "What!? I'm sure it won't hurt him that bad!"

- During book 6, YOU ACTUALLY DON'T THINK IDIA'S FAMILY HQ IS THAT CREEPY and you feel so nostalgic. Like, they go through the sanitation station and you're all: "Aw, this reminds me of my capsule back at my dad's lab in his basement...I miss my dad...and Bree and Leo and Tasha...and beating up Chase...AND CHASE!"

- But when you're fighting the other overblot monsters, that's when you show how much of a competent hero you are. You're protecting everyone and keeping them safe, as well as doing your best to keep the monsters away as your fellow classmates try to recharge the thunder spears.

- Idia would totally want to uncover your bionic biology to see if he could improve upon Ortho and you're just there like: "WOAH. At least take a bionic person out to dinner first before you ask to dissect them, man-" and Idia just being all flustered.

- YOU AND ORTHO being technogically advanced buddies, obviously there's huge differences between you guys but YOU AND HIM JUST HAVING SLEEPOVERS AND IT'S JUST YOUR CHARGING PODS BEING IN THE SAME ROOM. Anyways, he totally brings out the older sibling instincts with you and Idia kinda tolerates you and your thembo ways.

- MALLEUS THINKS YOU'RE SO FUNNY and he just laughs when you say something foolish but Sebek is all: "STAY AWAY FROM LORD MALLEUS, your ignorance is an insult to his majesty!" and you just kinda wanna bully him a little bit because he reminds you of Chase but in a bad way. When Silver falls asleep, you just carrying him around and stuff because he's your friend! Lillia also finds you amusing as well ngl, you're such a spirit young individual.

Chase Davenport! Reader:

- OKAY, BUT YOU LOWKEY PANICKED AT THE REALIZATION OF NOT BEING IN YOUR WORLD. Not only because you're in a strange and totally unfamiliar world but BECAUSE YOU'RE NO LONGER THE SMARTEST PERSON.

- Ace and Deuce during the detention thing were just staring at you weirdly as you read and try to get as much information on the world of Twisted Wonderland as much as possible. Grim literally having to sit on all of your books or swat them out of your hands.

- Even though you respect and like rules, you think that the ones in Heartslabyul are kind of excessive but YOU STUDY THEM REGARDLESS because you will not be caught lacking. So when Ace and Deuce come to you and they're collared, you're all: "Ha, let me guess, you forgot to take your shoes and wear them around your neck today, huh? Amateurs." and they just glare at you or roll your eyes.

- Despite that, as an experienced team leader, you can somewhat influence the Adeuce doubt and Grim to listen to you and they do respect you to some degree when you're not being a know it all. GRIM WILL BRAG ABOUT HOW SMART YOU ARE and try to convince you to let him copy your work and you're all: "Grim, when you cheat, you're only cheating yourself." and he just hisses at you and you roll your eyes.

- Tbh, I love the idea that when Riddle went through his Overblot, you were using your bionic supervision to analyze the threat but then Ace punched Riddle and you're all: "Oh, okay, that works too, I guess."

- While Adam! (Y/n) would fight the Overblots, your concern would lie in protecting your fellow students so you tell Adeuce and Grim and any other students to come close to you and you activate your force field to protect you and them.

- During the whole Savannaclaw thing, you were the first to figure out about Leona's whole plan but you were quickly humbled when he Overblotted. When he's done, you and him bond about being younger brothers with older brothers. TO BE FAIR, Leona admits that you have it worse because Falena doesn't constantly throw him around.

- Also, if you have a sensory overload because of your enhanced senses; I can totally see Savannaclaw kind of having a room to calm down because, like, they're Beatmen. You don't necessarily like Savannaclaw but they do think your martial arts skills are cool.

- DURING THE EVENTS OF BOOK 3 IS WHEN YOU ACTIVATE YOUR COMMANDO MODE and everyone meets your alter ego, Spike. Like, Floyd is threatening you and your commando app takes over and you and him duke it out. When you finally take control, Floyd is all: "WE HAVE TO DO THAT AGAIN, DWARF SHRIMPY! THAT WAS SO FUN!" and you're confused while Jade is all: "Huh, who knew Bionic Humans can be so interesting and complex!"

- But yeah, while Azul took you as a fool, you do a very good job at finding loopholes and mistakes in his contracts to help people out of them. Which he would find respectable but sadly, that's bad for business. So much like he does with Jamil, HE WOULD SO WANT YOU TO JOIN OCTAVINELLE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE. IMAGINE THE PROFITS.

- During Schemer of the Scalding Sands, you totally agree with Jamil and sympathize with the fact that he never got to have a normal childhood. HOWEVER, he is still doing bad things and as a hero, you can't excuse that behavior. I can see you guys being good friends and bonding with each other.

- ALSO, Chase was always awkward girls so imagine that you're awkward around pretty people in general. Like, you meet Vil and your brain short circuits and you're all: "H-Hi!" or you'll be explaining things and Vil is all: "Davenport, I need you to help me with something!" and you just turn around to face him and you're all: "...Y-Yeah, sure! Okay! Wow, your eyes are so pretty-" You also totally agree with his perfectionism and not just because he's the most jaw dropping person you've ever seen but also because you're a perfectionist yourself.

- YOU'D BE IN THE SCIENCE CLUB WITH ROOK AND TREY. Mostly to learn about the amazing science of this new world but also, you show off a bit of science of your own. Trey is super impressed by your knowledge of chemistry and Rook is their like: "Oh, how does one become as smart and charming as you?" and then you just giggle and blush and you're all: "Haha. You don't mean that~...Do you?"

- LIKE THE REGULAR CHASE, YOU'RE ALSO A HUGE CUTIE. You would totally love to watch cartoons and play pranks on people except they're completely harmless pranks. Jade will do something to annoy you and you'll be all:

Y/n: "Jade might think he got the best of me but little does he know, I'll get the last laugh!"

Ace: "I've never seen this side of you before, Y/n. What'd you do?"

Y/n: "I switched his No. 2 pencil with a number 1 pencil. LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE SMUDGED NOTES, LEECH. CAN I GET A HIGH FIVE!?"

- And all of the first years just look at you and leave you hanging and you frown and you're all: "See, its perfect because No.1 pencils are higher in graphite and much softer, so they're more prone to smudging-" and they're all: "No, (Y/n), we get it. It's still stupid."

- I can see you hanging out in the Ignihyde dorm, mostly because they have all the resources needed to try and figure out how to get back home but also, I can imagine that after a few months of coaxing and bonding with Idia, you guys would become friends due to your love for your siblings and your awkward ways.

- I CAN TOTALLY IMAGINE YOU AND HIM GAMING WITH LILIA, aka, Muscle Red. I can also see that Ortho would adore seeing you and his brother getting along, until you both sneak out of gym together to go and play your video games.

- I love the idea that you would love to listen to Malleus talk about gargoyles and you'd look up things with your supercomputer brain. You also would love your guys' walks because he can talk to you and inform you more about the magic in your world and you can talk to him about the science in yours. Your mind is still getting used to the idea of magic but Malleus would totally love to see your views on everything.

- SEBEK THINKS YOU'RE AN INSOLENT HUMAN, how dare you think your stupid human brain can match to that of the Great Malleus!? But he does admire your dedication to knowledge. SILVER SOMETIMES DOZES OFF WHEN YOU TALK but you're used to it and sigh but Silver tries to assure you it wasn't because he was bored.

Bree Davenport! Reader:

- Much like the ICON that is Bree Davenport, you will 100% sass back Crowley. He has to ask advice from Mozus on how to approach you since he's handled sassy teenagers before but that knowledge is sadly limited when it comes to BIONIC sassy teenagers.

- Not to mention that you're very maliciously compliant with him. When he asks you to run an errand and tries to imply he'll turn off Ramshackle's electricity if you don't, you just roll your eyes and go do it. But NOT BEFORE YOU TRASH HIS OFFICE WITH YOUR SPEED.

- When it comes to Grim, you totally decorate him with cute little bows and pamper him but you guys also exchange witty comebacks and retorts once in a while.

- ACE WOULD LOVE TO PIGGY BACK RIDE YOU SO HE'S NOT LATE TO CLASSES. At first, you did it out of the kindness of your heart but when he kept trying to trick you or guilt trip you, you ended up just dropping him off on the opposite side of campus from his classes. He was made but Deuce defended you.

- You're a little bit of a romantic as well, sometimes bordering on delulu but to be fair; you were raised in a basement and occasionally allowed to watch high school musical dramas. And being sent to a magical all-boys college is a dream come true!

- Until you have to deal with overblots and the very real possibility of innocent people dying, then you're just reminded that this world isn't SUPER different from your other world but being a hero is a never-ending job.

- You don't really get along with Riddle but you and Cater would be such good friends, you carry him to take him to places he said would be so "magicamable" and you turn invisible and listen in on all of the juicy gossip so you can report back to him and you two can giggle about it.

- You would 100% be able to tame the rowdy Savnnaclaw students because size doesn't scare you. You would be a little bit of a simp for Leona because he fits your type and he gets kind of annoyed by it but when you go back to your usual sassy and fiery self, he does kind of think twice.

- As for Jack, he admires your speed and likes joining you on runs. You happily let him know whether he's getting faster than you or not, even if he knows it's not achievable to be as fast as you, you do a good job of helping him monitor his progress. He reminds you of a smarter more competent version of Adam!

- You and Ruggie would team up to sometimes do small jobs, only if he handles the gross stuff just because you personally can't, but delivery jobs are up your alley because of your speed and you guys split the profits.

- Speaking of profits, AZUL WOULD LOVE TO TRAP YOU IN A CONTRACT TO WORK AT THE MONSTRO LOUNGE. When you briefly took Ace and Deuce's place to work, you were a one person serving machine. Getting impatient when dishes weren't done fast enough, you ran in the kitchen and took care of everything yourself.

- However, he now tries to make it not so obvious because the last time he did, you created an tornado with your super speed and shot him and his creepy twins from it. Floyd thought it was the coolest thing ever and begs you to do it again, while Jade pretended to sniffle as he mourned about how, "rude bionic humans are to poor eels like them."

- As for Scarabia, after Jamil sends you guys into the dessert and they have to make an oasis, you're just there like, "So...I'm going to just speed my way back to the dorm. Meet you guys there!" and then you're off.

- I DO THINK YOU'D BE IN THE POP MUSIC CLUB WITH KALIM, CATER, AND LILLIA. So after the events of book 4, you do kinda make sure Kalim doesn't put so much on Jamil. Such as throwing a party and you help him with the decorations instead so Jamil can have a break or, at the very least, you handle the clean up yourself.

- Also, you're not as surprised as everyone else is when Kalim decides to forgive him, purely because your uncle/father was forgiven from killing you and your family multiple times.

- OKAY BUT YOU WOULD SO BE IN POMEFIORE, after all, you've longed to be an ideal sophisticated and classy version of yourself. However, it simply isn't possibly when you're around your brothers who love to mess with you and tease you. So Vil is your go-to when it comes to makeovers and bonding. I'M SORRY BUT BOTH OF YOU BONDING OVER BEING NEPO BABIES *but well deserving nepo-babies* and it's nice to finally have make up without someone EATING IT OR DOING SOME WEIRD SCIENCE THING WITH IT.

- Rook, per usual, will be a freak as always and try to hunt and stalk you like he does with Leona and the other non humans. According to him, you are "the most elegant of prey. With the eyes of a soulful bird and the speed of a gazelle." and you'll use your speed to run away from him but he would totally have a list of places that you would run too and meet you there.

- Like Bree, you always wanted to have a friend that was a girl so you totally mistook Epel as one and that did not bode well for the both of you. Still, you make it up to him and tell him about how being strong and manly isn't really all it's cracked up to be.

- When it comes to Idia, he gets so nervous and flustered around you because you're so...peppy. Whenever you speed into his lab, he gets all nervous and flustered. Sometimes you tease him about being a nerd but you mean it in a loving way. YOU ADORE ORTHO THOUGH. He's such a cute little guy♡

- When fighting overblots, I can imagine you use your super speed to evacuate everyone and use your invisibility to jump out and surprise them at the last second.

[twst-drabbles]

Malleus 17

Summary: Most of Malleus’s day is spent zoning out while bathing in sunlight. It’s always fun to see his little lizard brain occasionally spark up an idea.

(I used to have pet lizards. Loved the way their eyes convey the absolute emptiness going on in their brain.)

Malleus hasn’t blinked for the past hour. He just sits there, on the window sill, face turned towards the sunlight as he stared into the lush yard outside. From a certain angle, he almost looks forlorn, like a doll abandoned by the side of the road.

If Sebek was here, he’d certainly be fretting around Malleus, trying to snap him out whatever trance he was caught up in. And Silver would whisper his concerns into your ear, hoping you’d give him ideas as to what’s wrong with Malleus despite being his owner for longer. And Lilia, cute bat Lilia, he’d be trying to goad Malleus into playing a flying game with him just to get him moving.

You walked over, leaned against the window sill, and poked Malleus on the forehead. He didn’t so much as twitch, his eyes remain unblinking. You pushed your finger against his head and watched as he practically became a wobble doll. You let go and Malleus still body rocked back and forth until he was stable again.

Malleus was still staring off into the distance.

You snorted. “Not a thought behind those eyes, huh? Empty-headed little critter.”

Bathing in sunlight always does this to him, like the warmth of sun soothed all the chaos in his head into nothingness.

There’s nothing wrong with him, Malleus was just zoning out for the moment. He’ll be back online in a moment. It’s always entertaining to hear the way Silver describes him, like this little pet was some always caught up in some grand and mysterious scheme. A magical genius so smart that his thoughts escape everyone’s comprehension.

That’s not quite it thought. Malleus is Malleus, and he’s more the kind of pet to get stuck on one particular thought or subject for weeks on end. All pets have different phases and routines, and long-living fae pets such as Malleus were no exception. He’s just slower to get to the next phase.

You opened the window. The wind gently blew right past the both of you, guiding the falling leaves and gently caressing your curtains. You took a deep breath in, and sighed it out.

Suddenly, Malleus’s eyes snapped wide open, back stiff and wings jittery. Energetic, excited about something.

“Oh?” You lowered your head. “Did you get an idea?” Are the gears finally turning again in his brain.

You scratched at his soft belly scales and laughed when he practically launched himself out of your hand. He was practically a rocket as he shot out the window, barely more than a blur as he flew in a pattern only he knew.

This month’s obsession seems to be dizzying flight patterns. All because Malleus witnessed Lilia’s flying right after he finished eating some of Crowley’s fermented peaches.

After a round of unsteady figure eights, Malleus finished with a belly flop on the grass, as Lilia did before. He got up, cleaned himself off, and fly once more. He’s nothing if not determined, that’s for sure. Still, it’s hilarious that he spent the entire day zoning out at your house.

Sure, you were a little concerned when he first did it, but you figured it out soon enough. You did as you usually do and let the pets do their own thing.

Maybe that’s why Malleus likes to come over here often. You’ve never been much of a person that fusses. Unless they’re putting themselves in active danger, you’re not going to bother them every single second of their life.

Well, whatever the reason may be, it’s still made clear that your house is a place to zone out in. You know you do that often. And, you will admit, you love the way Malleus's eyes go all empty like that.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Some more small ideas about Self-Aware! BSD AU x Twisted Wonderland crossover

1. When BSD Cast get into Twisted Wonderland world, they appeared in Mirror Chamber. They split up and start searching for Reader. Unfortunately, NRC's students mistook Nikolai, Shibusawa,Sigma and Fyodor for RSA's students, because they are wearing (mostly) white clothes and Sigma is asking politely, if students saw Reader. So, NRC's students decided to teach "snotty princes" a lesson. It ended as good as you predicted.

Many NCR's students and almost everyone from BSD Cast got drugged into the fight.

The fight ended only when Reader, after hearing about "teleporting clown on campus", arrived. The fight ended, because BSD Cast had a more important task of "Hug Guiding Light".

Crowley tried to rope Reader into doing more work, as an apology for the damage BSD Cast cause. Good luck for him to get through Mori.

2. Akutagawa, who think, that he failed as Reader's guardian, when he didn't protect them from people of Teyvat and then let them disappeared again, won't leave Reader's side. Or let anyone from Twisted Wonderland came near them.

Literally, it will go like this:

/During Book I (Heartslabyul)/

Delinquent A: "You broke the yolk on my carbonara! Give…"

Akutagawa and Rashomon: GRRR!

Delinquent A and B: "Ah! Get your dog!"

[Y/N]: petting growling Akutagawa He doesn't bite.

Delinquent A and B: "Yes, he does!"

3. When, during Book II (Savanaclaw), Malleus refused to tell Reader his name, because they would be terrified, Reader would shrug and assure Malleus, he won't be the strangest person they have met.

With BSD Cast's help, Reader managed to refuse Crowley's request to investigate students' injures.

They decided to help on their own, after Trey was injured.

3. During Book III (Octavinelle), Azul won't be able to rope Reader into a contract. Fitzgerald would read through every contract Azul offers, and will point at everything he didn't like. Fitzgerald won't let Azul any chance to find a loophole.

Also, the moment Crowley threatened to cut Reader's allowance on meals, if they didn't deal with Azul, Yosano and Mori would throw headmaster in the nearest garbage bin.

[twst-drabbles]

A fancy little teacup for a fancy little rose. Afterwards, he and his leaf nymphs will play a little game and you must join. Not doing so will upset him greatly!

Oh he's so adorable, right down to his little red finger tips!

REMINDER: Don't forget, you have tea time this afternoon with him.

~🌹~

This has been sitting in my files for a long time but I finally got the drive to get this done. I also got a new tablet recently so I've been feeling pretty good about getting lineart down.

I don't talk about it a lot, but I absolute adore @twst-drabbles 's Pet AU so I will rave about it until I'm dead.

Insp: https://twst-drabbles.tumblr.com/post/680780086455189504/riddle-1

[rendy-a]

Not sure if you’re still taking requests for the Pet AU, but if you are- ^^;

What if Pomefiore had an owner who worked as a morgue technician? One day the owner brought them to their workplace (or even into morgue if they’re adventurous) for a ‘bring-your-pet-to-work-day’ thing and went, “Oh yeah, I work with dead bodies. Never brought it up cause it didn’t seem interesting.”

When I first saw this ask, I thought, ‘Well this is going to be a strange one!’ but after writing it...  It’s just surprising how well Pomefiore fits in with the idea of funerals.  Hats off to you Milky and your stroke of mad genius.

Not at all concerned.  Vil is a realist at his core and accepts death as just another part of life.  He sees your job as no stranger than someone who works in a maternity ward; they are just two extremes of the scale.

Do you need assistance?  Vil gets bored easily and wanders around to check up on your work.  Tch, that dress?  What, are they trying to make her look matronly?   No makeup?  Don’t be so insecure about gender norms, he needs some color on the cheek.  This isn’t the sort of makeover he is used to but if you insist, he’ll love to show you what he can do!

Vil also has a keen eye to stage dressings.  What else would you call a funeral?  He offers stern opinions to the funeral director on his choices of color and flowers.  This is their last stage after all, don’t they deserve to take their final bow in style?

You had known your pet also had a career as a model/actor, but it wasn’t until now that you felt his true potential was directing.  “Hang that banner higher!  It will get caught in the drafts if it is lower!” Vil’s voice booms out a command to your co-workers who are setting up the viewing room for the next occupant.  No one had given Vil permission to take over but when he started issuing “suggestions,” the staff had quickly obeyed; it was just the presence he had.

You smile apologetically to the woman sitting on the side of the room.  Her poofy eyes and blotchy makeup made it easy to identify her as a relative of the deceased.  “I hope we aren’t bothering you.  These are only suggestions, so be sure to tell us if something isn’t what you’d like.”  The teary-eyed woman shakes her head, “No, he is right.  Gran will be happy to have things all nice and proper like this.”  You are relieved that the family is taking this so well, but you think this may not be the best place to leave your outspoken pet at the moment. 

“Vil,” you call to grab his attention, “Lets go down below and tend to things there.  I think you’ve got this place on the right path already.”  Vil gives a dramatic sigh, expressing his disbelief that this sorry ragtag bunch could be on the right path but allows you to direct him to a door leading to the preparation room.  After all, the star of the show needs his touch as well.

He doesn’t say anything when you pull back the cloth covering the preserved form.  He just looks down upon the elderly woman with a slight frown.  Finally, he clicks his tongue and wanders over to the make-up cases.  You watch him curiously as you start cleaning up tools from the embalming, content to let Vil make the decisions on this one.  He returns with several jars and pallets of carefully selected makeup.  He talks to himself lightly as he brushes on the products, bringing life and light back to the pale form.  “That won’t do at all…Just a touch more rouge…potatoes have no sense of coordination and color…”

When he finally finishes, he looks down on the woman with a soft but sad smile.  You curiously travel to his side to admire his work.  The woman has a soft and flattering look; you thought it was both youthful and mature.  You smiled to see such a skillful job, wondering if you’d ever manage to get to that level of art one day.  You turn to Vil to complement him but notice he is still looking mournfully at the deceased.  “Feeling sad?” you ask him curiously.  He scoffs and looks away, “Not at all.  I’m sure there is nothing to be sad about.”  After a short pause, you pat him on the back comfortingly, “It was nicely done.  I’m sure they will all be pleased with it.  I think that is enough work for one day.  Let me take you out to a café for diner to thank you for your work.” 

Vil makes a hum in agreement.  As you leave the room, he pauses slightly and whispers almost to himself, “Enjoy your final bow.  I hope your limelight was all you dreamed of.”

Two words; jump scare.  By the time lunch rolls around, all your co-workers have mysteriously gone home sick.  Each gives you a dirty glare as they declare something just suddenly popped up.  You felt bad but what can you do?  Rook just has a way of sneaking up on…ACK!  When did Rook get behind you?  At least you are used to this.

When he disappears, you worry about when he might be up to.  You head upstairs and find him talking with grieving clients.  He seems to have a certain skill with getting the family of the deceased to open up about good memories and things they loved about them.  When he is finished talking to them, they seem to be in a better state of mind.

Do you need assistance writing an obituary for your loved one?  Rook is more than happy to assist!  Would you say your grandmother reminded you more of a bumble bee dancing among the blooms or a sliver of light creating a symphony of sparkle among the waves?  No?  Well, not to worry, Rook has other suggestions too.

The sound drifting down the stairs had gone ignored by you at first.  It was a common sound, so you had not really given it much heed.  It was only when you paused your work to wipe at your brow that you realized how unusual a sound it was for a funeral parlor, laughter. 

You climbed the steps warily, wondering what sort of strange sight would greet your arrival.  There was only one thing you felt certain of; your highly unusual pet Rook was bound to be the center of whatever situation awaited you.  You were, of course, right on the mark.  Rook sat at the end of a bench gesturing wildly as a group of men had gathered around him, enraptured by whatever story he was telling.  He seemed to reach the end of his story, pointing off to the side in emphasis of some point and the group smiled collectively.

“He would have too,” one man grins and shakes his head, “he was just like that.  No one could talk him out of a bad idea.”  Rook holds up his hands in mock surprise, “C’est vrai?”  Another man leaned in, “Always but afterwards, he loved to roll into the pub and tell the stories.  That rake always had some wild tale waiting.”  Another man interjects, “But only if you had a drink waiting to pay for it!”  The group ends that thought with another rolling laugh. 

You pause at the end of the room, feeling unsure if you should interrupt.  Rook turns toward you, always able to sense your presence.  At the movement, the group of men all notice you.  “Ah young’un, it’s quite the friendly pet you’ve got here.”  Another bearded man pats him on the back, “He’s been helping a bunch of old men send off their friend.”  A somber mood pushes its way into the group at the reminder of the deceased. 

Rook’s sharp eyes pick out the slight change in mood and he suddenly stands, “Let’s toff our hats to the man of the hour.  Our beautiful friend whose lively humor has inspired us so!  To Chester!”  Then he removes his hat with a flourish and raises it in a salute of sorts.  The men seem to find appeal in the gesture and shortly follow suit.  “To Chester!” they shout in a mix of both grief and merriment.   

You’d seen viewings go all sorts of ways in your time at the funeral parlor.  This joyful celebration of the mysterious Chester might end up being one of your favorites.  You smile politely at the group and then fondly at your pet.  You think to yourself, ‘Good boy, Rook.’

Did you think he’d be bothered by this?  Puh-leaze!  Before he was taken to the menagerie, he was a country boy!  He used to go with his Gran to the market to pick up fresh bacon, sausage, and other meat.  He’s seen dead things before. 

He gets bored with just sitting around.  Do you need help?  He would love to show you how strong he is by carrying your next…customer…to the table.  Need a big jug of chemicals brought over?  No problem.  A little thing like this isn’t going to bother him.

When the process is complete, Epel is disappointed you don’t accompany the deceased to the cemetery.  He was going to show-off his skills with farm tools by helping you dig the grave.  Seeing him pout in disappointment is just too much for your kind heart.  Maybe you can let him help you plant a rose bush or something later.

“You don’t have to help if you don’t want to,” you assure Epel for the fifth time, “I’m totally used to it, but I know it takes some time to adjust.  You can wait up here in the viewing room if you want.”  Epel starts to roll his eyes but then catches himself quickly, shooting you a guilty look.  “Ah, I mean, I’m sure I’ll be just fine, Master.” Epel replies demurely.  You chuckle to yourself, thinking how completely obvious he is. 

“Ok, well, I’ll be glad for your company then.  We hardly ever get complaints of ghosts either.”  At this, Epel snorts.  “If yer afraid of a lil’ spook, then its bettar if I stay close to ya!”  He gives you a wild grin, as if eager to throw hands at a ghost in your defense.  You try to hold in a smile and mostly succeed.  “Well then, I guess you better come with me.”  You lead him into the basement where you prepare bodies for cosmetic dressing. 

The first steps in the process are some of the most gruesome, involving draining fluids and applying chemicals for preservation.  It was not a pretty sight and one that had given you some troubles when you began your unique career.  True to his words, Epel seemed largely unbothered by the process.  He handed you tools and accepted things you passed to him with no averting of eyes or shrinking from the body.  In fact, he seemed rather interested in what you were doing.

“Curious?” you asked him.  He smiles at you shyly and you beckon him close.  You explain what you are doing and answer his questions.  When you are done, Epel is eager to help you with the heavy jobs.  He asks if he can help you shift the body from the table and onto the cart that will transfer them upstairs.  You feel a little unsure, but he is so adorably eager to help that you can’t refuse.  For such a small pet, he has a surprising strength.  You feel a small sigh of relief when the transfer finishes without incident. 

Your sigh doesn’t go unnoticed by Epel.  He bristles a little and tosses his head back, “Anything else you need done?  Ah ken handle fer more than that!”  You hate to disappoint your charming pet, so you do find him other odd jobs.  He always prefers it when there is something heavy or rough involved, seeming to have a general interest in getting dirty.  By the end of the day, Epel has organized your supply room and helped you shift some furniture. 

He’s had a long and tiring day and it is evidenced by the way he sits on a bench, waiting for you to finish saying goodbye to your colleagues.  His head drifts down and his eyes close softly before he jerks upright, eyes open to attention.  You smile at his efforts and ask politely if someone will offer you a ride home.  Your forethought is needed, as when you turn around, Epel has fallen entirely asleep.  There is only one task that requires you to use your muscles today; when you lift Epel up and carry him gently to the car and then into bed.  Sleep well, sweet prince, you’ve earned it today!

[the-trinket-witch]

700 Follower Special AU Just for You All!

Co-authored by @squidwen (All borders provided by CafeKitsune)

Inspirations: The Rescuers/Rescuers Down Under, Great Mouse Detective, Lady and the Tramp, The Aristocats, Oliver & Company, Bolt, Princess and the Frog, etc.

CW: Exploitation, child endangerment. (NOTE: No NSFW elements will be referenced or alluded to, nor will this AU allow such elements to be included.)

The world is a dangerous place. Hazards occur naturally or otherwise on a daily basis, people fall through the cracks in society; it seems like the most that ‘kindness’ affords is the attention of those willing to take advantage of it. 

And this attention seems to be currently directed…at Yuu. 

Yuu is still young, likely no more than 12. In a world that seems to have it out for Yuu, the orphanage is maybe the last bastion of safety until The One comes walking through to officially make them a part of their family. But again, it’s been 12 years, so none can blame them if that hope is starting to wane.

Dire Crowley touts himself as a generous, benevolent caretaker; which is a funny way to say ‘Neglectful’ and ‘Exploitative’. Yuu doesn’t get a chance to find this out until after the whirlwind that was their adoption settles. The man seems to care more about appearances, and where his next hefty payout will come from. So then it falls on Yuu to keep the home looking presentable, Crowley looking generous, and the indentured servitude swept under the rug. 

Not all attention is bad, though. Unseen by human society, the Animal Kingdom keeps its eyes trained to lend a claw out to the vulnerable. The National Rescue Conglomerate, or NRC, are a group of animals from all across Twisted Wonderland who answer the call for help wherever they hear it. The Seven Delegates may not agree on everything, but the one thing they can agree on is that someone will answer a call of distress. 

Said Delegates are:

Riddle → Hedgehog with a prickly temper

Leona → Lion who only seems lazy until the going gets rough

Azul → Coconut Octopus that has quite the reach of influence

Kalim → Otter trying to do more for himself than just float along

Vil → Peacock who’s fanning out to teach a new generation of Rescuers

Idia → British Blue cat who rarely ‘paws’es his games for anything

Malleus → Komodo Dragon with a reputation as fearsome as his fantasy counterpart

Other Members of the NRC/characters include:

Queendom of Roses Representatives

Deuce → Rabbit with a penchant for perfectly timed traps

Ace → Flamingo who’s sleight-of-feather makes for a great distraction

Trey → Tortoise that always has something cookin’ under that shell

Cater → Butterfly so social, he’s heard everything

Sunset Savannah Squadron

Ruggie → Hyena willing to laugh in the face of danger

Jack → Wolf with an affinity for leading the pack

Coral Sea Set

Jade and Floyd → Moray Eels more than happy to put the squeeze on trouble

Scalding Sands Squad

Jamil → Cobra with words that have plenty of bite of their own

Pyroxene Posse

Epel → Cygnet learning how to navigate the world with grace

Rook → Seagull with a keen eye for detail

Lamentation Isle League

Ortho → Electronic Toy Mouse that knows when and when not to play around

Briar Valley Vanguard

Lilia → Vampire Bat with adopted kids and a lot of history under his wings

Silver → Squirrel that doesn’t find himself usually one for chatter

Sebek → Crocodile with enough heft to tip the scales in his favor

Shaftland Animal Sanctuary

Niege LeBlanc → A Human running an animal sanctuary with his Seven Adoptive Fathers

But even with their help, Yuu won’t be completely out of the woods. Crowley keeps a few ‘pets’ he’s willing to deploy to get them back:

Sam → Poison dart frog

Ashton → Stag

Crewel → Dalmatian

Trein → Owl

Who might be the ones to help rescue Yuu from their situation, and what might happen from there? Will it be smooth sailing once out from under Crowley or will there be others out looking to get Yuu in their clutches? Would they try to return to their orphanage? Maybe their story ends in the joining of a family that actually has their interests in heart? Do they forgo humanity altogether and just live among the animals that so cared for them up until this point?

This AU was built with the immense patience and help of Squidwen. We offer it out to you all as a sort of ‘Follower Milestone’ gift for everyone, since I recently reached 700 folks following me. What we are offering in this AU is:

A chance for you all to throw your OCs in to see how they handle trouble in the form of a real-world animal. Be it through art, writing, roleplay with your friends, This post and AU is more or less a sandbox for folks to play around in!

I’ll be occasionally posting pics depending on what I see/find time to doodle. For reference FOR those doodles, below both Squidwen and I have found where each of our own OCs fit into this general world:

DeVerre and Eugenio → Orphans from the same institution, ‘adopted’ by Crowley to be sold to the highest bidder. 

(Squidwen’s OCs)

Verrick → White Persian Cat (Wears a tailcoat).

Seth → Giant Pacific Octopus (Needs a pipe that blows bubbles)!!

Tallis → Hummingbird (Wears a belt and aviator goggles).

Billy → Black Bear (Wears a snorkel parka hood).

Basil → Burmese Python (still has his purple pince-nez, and maybe a legwarmer around his throat)

(Trinket’s OCs)

Albert → Fox (wears a carf)

Tidus → Giant Mudskipper (Big ol’ glasses)

Lázaro → Xoloitzcuintle (skele birthmarks)

Levi → Rock Lobster (blue markings)

Galen → Stray Mutt (hat/poncho or bandana)

Of course, with Protagonists, there usually are antagonists (all of which for this AU are human):

Rebekya Balanaga (Squidwen)

The prim, pale owner of the modeling agency Pearls of Ophenheim. DeVerre especially catches her eye. The girl has unusual silver hair and very pale skin; something that’ll cause a fuss and stir attention in magazines, she hopes. Heels, camera angles, and a ton of make-up, and no one will be able to tell that a child is working for her.

→ She has a pet albino python called Princess.

Honest John and Gidel

Just two, hardworking fellas on the look out for their next employee or circus act. Children make excellent workers, especially those who don’t have much. Yuu is especially of interest to them, given how dextrous they seem. Would they make a good trapeze artist? Or contortionist - given the right training? Or, heck, maybe they’d be happy to just do all the menial tasks around Playful Land, right?

Aadesh Sona and Mr Rajesh Khan (Trinket)

These gentlemen are vital when it comes to producing anything. Animal-testing is the aim of the game for these two, but at times, testing on animals can prove slow, and even a waste of time. Why test chemicals on rabbits and mice when you can just skip to human trials? And since DeVerre and Yuu have been “adopted” by Crowley, no one will stop to ask where they are.

→ Aadesh and Mr Khan as well have their own pets. Basil the Burmese Python being Aadesh's, and a tiger named Shakti. 

As for our own OCs, Eugenio and DeVerre do manage to escape from Crowley’s clutches; with the help of the orphanage cat: Verrick. He sensed something was off with Crowley the moment he stepped through the door. Fearing for the children’s safety, he calls a meeting with the NRC to discuss saving them.

Both of us hope you'll enjoy the premise and find a bit of fun coming up with little scenarios for your OCs to get into. I specifically want to say how grateful I am to have 700 of y'all following for TWST content or the like and I hope to offer more fun things in either interactions, chats, or lil doodles of our characters doing stuff. I esp. wanna thank Squidwen for the help in concocting this whole thing. It's been so much fun to RP with ya and look forward to writing even more UvU

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