#valenio mara

[twst-drabbles]

OCs 1

Summary: Danger only continues to climb, leaving behind more and more scars and injuries that you have just gotten almost numb to. But, of course, your friends have to react to it, because they care too much.

(Yaaaaay I got all the main requests out! Now I just have the Fish's Eye to get through. Eventually. I will be opening up the inbox for all requests at some point. Keep an eye out for that! Also hehehe, my OCs! I swear, I do care about them!)

Just when you think things are fading, that the scars and old injuries on your body were receding, something always comes around to mess you up all over again.

It really feels like you’re getting used to risking your life for the sake of saving people. In your mind, they’re your dumbass friends, but you really can’t call them that when you’re over here being a bigger idiot than any of them.

You don’t have magic, and magic refuses to heal you in the way it does others. But you go on anyway, letting your legs take you forward to grab another reached out hand, another knocked out body, and shield another person caught unawares.

You stopped keeping track how many bones you’ve fractured, how many scars you’ve gained, how nerves you’ve damaged.

You’ve almost learned to live with it, but, as always, you can’t really keep to that state of mind.

Not with all these students reminding you every so often.

“I don’t understand how you can forgive them,” Valenio hovered by the doorway, clearly intending on following right behind you as some sort of moral support. “After all that, I feel uneasy even being in the same room as any of those housewardens.”

As if those same housewardens also don’t feel uneasy whenever you’re in the same room. You’re not some taboo subject that shouldn’t be seen or touched.

Valenio means well, you know that, but it irritates you all the same.

“Don’t think about it too deeply, buddy,” you sighed out as you walked past him, “It’s a mess, but I can handle it. Just, focus on your own things, ‘kay?”

Antas was… more direct about it.

“Simply put, those pixies of yours wouldn’t stop filling my ears with their bell-like voices,” Antas waved about, as if they were still ringing in his ears, “Injuries and scars such as this are rare, you know. They think your body is giving up on you, that you’re on your last legs.”

Ah, that explains the stacks upon stacks of berries, tiny potion jars and other get-well commodities you’ve seen being left on your window as of late. But, even with that truth of those pixies concern, it’s easy to see that this was just an excuse to stretch out his own brand of concerned.

“Yeah yeah, don’t pay it too much mind,” you’re trying to keep it out of yours in the first place, even through all the occasional pain and itching, “If I’m actually dying, you’ll know about it.”

Tul’Veith is gentle to you, infuriatingly so, whenever you two meet up. He was already straining himself worrying over his body and studies, and here he was, constantly struggling to bring you more potions just to help you out.

“It took me a little bit, but I managed to get my hands on some amazing ingredients. Uh, here, this one should help with pain.”

And, you have to push it back to him. You know he’s not telling you the whole truth. He pulled from his own treasures that he used on himself, to help his own ailing body.

If you let Tul’Veith start with this worrying, he’ll never stop. And you’ll get distracted, and probably even think that you need this and drain him of everything he has.

“It’s fine. I’ll figure it out myself how to deal with it.”

Just, he really needs to stop.

And Vio, he seethes. Well, he’s always seething against something, like the whole world has somehow wronged him in every way it can think of. But, when you’re around, it seems as though it gets deeper, more sour.

He bites into his lips until they start to bleed, and he tugs at his hair until it’s out of its ponytail and is just a curly mess.

“Sorry, I didn’t sleep well at all.”

But, he doesn’t point anything out. He trudges on and at least pretends to have a normal day, coming up with every excuse to explain his mood rather than blow up in your face about your recklessness, and blow up at everyone else that gave you these scars.

You leave him alone, because as much as you appreciate him not saying anything, you don’t want any part of his mood.

Cheridal’s been persistent. He comes over to your dorm more and more, often taking up task that are generally tedious to do, like cleaning your forks and spoons to a mirror shine.

“Really? Nothing to talk about or say? No anger or resentment to speak of?” Cheridal asked as he wiped away every drop of water from your utensils before putting it in its proper drawer.

“Stop fishing, Cheridal,” you flicked water at him, almost cringing when your rubber gloves slipped down your arm, but you tugged it back with your teeth, “I don’t hate anyone. I don’t need anyone to take revenge for me.”

“Just, saying, the offer is still open.”

So he says, like he wasn’t eager to correct a perceived injustice. Your feelings are more than enough to get him to act, doesn’t really care if everyone else did something wrong or not.

You won’t let something like the state of your body be the reason you hate anyone. This was just the result of your actions. A reminder that not even magic would be able to save you if you do anything too stupid.

Whatever happens, you’ll be sure to face it as best you can.

[noir-drabbles]

Valenio Splice 1

can I ask for some of those with Valenio Mara when he meets reader (who’s also a merperson because how else are we gonna meet them) who’s incredibly curious about him and his experiences and wants to know all about him?

He was reminded of a memory, long eroded away from the knotted fingers of time. Of little cleaner shrimp skittering around his shoulders, burying themselves into hair and reaching their little arms into his gills. You were no different. You were simply too small for his skin register that as anything different. Had he not known you were visiting, Valenio would've accidentally crushed you. He really is so tired. You swam up and rested yourself on a curling lock of his thick hair. "Morning Valenio! You doing alright?" The stone he was embedded in thundered, the water almost invading the bones of all that were close to him. "...I'm...sleepy..." Your hands over his ear still itched, but it still managed to drag a happy sigh out of him.

[twst-drabbles]

Can I ask you and your following,what lines do or want to add to a fic but never could put in.This could be twst related or not.

'Of course, Everybody seems to forget I came out the coffin like the rest of you"

Oh boy time to dig into my notes! Okay okay, see whenever I can't get any prose writing done, I end up writing down a bunch of quotes and lines and other such things that I think could be cool but had to cut out cause it didn't fit anywhere. So I just have them stored away on a file until I find the opportunity to use them

To Vil, there is no such thing as a person born ugly. You are made ugly, by your own hand, by your own lack of care and recklessness.

Many of these lines I have are usually associated with the Eldritch AU, just cause I want that AU to have my best efforts.

Fire. A tall wall of blue flame, stoked up high as the trees planted around them. They enclosed you inside with the ink monster that had aided him since the start. “Of course. I feel invincible in this silent world. “See, exhaustion is a very human thing, and many creatures in my world fail to replicate it, especially when they’re singing. “For some reason, a lot of the monster’s I’ve encountered are usually tone deaf.”

Like, I have lots of them, it's kinda hilarious.

"so, for an impatient one like you, who wanted to pry into all my little secrets well before I would be willing to give them,“ you snapped the papers sharply against your palm, ”these precious treasures will forever be lost to you. “I would have, had you bothered to ask,” and yet, Azul didn’t. …Nothing more than simple paranoia. Not caution, not deliberating one’s actions, paranoia. He assumed the worst out of someone who barely arrived, however… “Y-you can hardly blame me for thinking such things when you consider just how many mysteries surround you. I had to practice caution, lest I let myself be exposed.” “What an odd way you show that caution of yours, Azul Ashengrotto. You were wary of me, that much I was certain, but you were more concerned in how you could possibly have me under you.”

The thing about me is the fact that I'm actually pretty good at writing dialogue, but I usually end up opting for little to none, cause it makes my drabbles too long. Beyond playing RPG's, I also play a fuckton of visual novels in my free time, so my writing has been influenced as such.

“Azul,” you relaxed back against the chair in the newly repaired lounge, “you started this game. You should have known better than to arouse my curiosity.” Stare into the abyss long enough and it shall stare back at you. And what are shadows to do but to hunt the light within your eyes? “Caution dictated that you would poke and prod to see what my role within all these strange happenings is. I can’t say I blame you for doing such a thing. But, you hold no respect towards me. You wanted me to be another tool, another link upon the chain you’ve built to seal away the vault of your weaknesses. And what am I to do, but to open that vault?”

Lot of them is just Eldritch Prefect honestly, though not all of them.

"Magic depends on imagination, and a lot of the time you can't imagine shit when you're panicking."

That line is said by the Janitor Prefect. Don't know the context for that one, I was just trying to get their voice right in my head. Sorta tired, sorta grumpy, but ultimately very knowledgeable on a lot of different subjects.

"'It can't be helped.' I've been told those words many, many times. 'This is just the way things are, you have to understand it. It cannot be stopped. It be like trying to stop the currents, to turn the sands into snow.' From childhood to even now, I've always been told this, but I knew what they were saying. 'Give up on your brother. On your family. You can't reverse your mistake.'"

As soon as I get around to finishing my current event, I think I'm going to be doing Valenio next. No choices to be made with this one, just a straight line of a story, but a story nonetheless.

Man I really wish I was good with art so I can make decent visual novels. Oh well.

[twst-drabbles]

Antas and Valenio 1

Summary: You set off into the woods simply for the fun traveling. Valenio follows because he wants to pick a specific flower for his upcoming opera performance. And Antas tags along presumably for the sake of keeping you company.

(Ah, been a while since I've looked at my creations! Have at them and give them plenty of compliments please.)

It wasn’t really something you planned, this hiking trip.

“So,” you jumped over a big root only to have your pants snag on a branch, “woah!”

Luckily, Valenio caught you by the shoulder, though the strength in his hand made your joint creak a bit. He helped you down on the other side, muttering a deep, “Careful.”

“I told you that you should’ve gotten some hiking boots,” tutted Antas as he floated right over your head, facing towards the foliage covered sky with his arms behind his head, as though in a private pool, “Little humans with their little ground bound selves are going to trip over nature’s biological chaos.”

It’s odd to you, really, to see him wear the face of Crowley and yet none of his usual clothing. It was a simple ruffle front shirt with the dark pants of his uniform and thigh high boots. Barely any of his usual effort, as though this really was just relaxing at home.

Meanwhile you and Valenio were pretty much sweating through your clothes. Well, more Valenio than you. It seems he’s still not used to the warmer temperatures of the surface world, especially compared to the deep sea.

“Yeah yeah, I hear you,” you waved, dismissing him as you check the damage on your pants. Nothing wrong, just a loose thread. Yes, it was dumb of you to travel this far into the woods but to fair, you were going in a straight line. And Valenio’s with you so it’s not as if you’re alone. “Anyways, Valenio, mind telling me more about the flower you’re looking for?”

“Rude,” Antas scoffed, but you can hear the amusement in his voice and feel his carapace hands patting your head. You didn’t stop him and kept walking.

Valenio hummed and reached into his bag. He pulled out a worn journal with an odd bone pen sticking out from the pages. “It’s called the Lucretia’s Wine Glass. Named not for its peculiar shape that gathers its nectar in, but after a winemaker woman that shared a glass of her most precious wine with her lover. Supposedly the drops spilled gave birth to this flower.”

“Oh my, how romantic,” Antas flipped in the air, now on his stomach, his legs swinging about as he propped up his chin, “And familiar. Isn’t that story the subject of your next performance, dear Valenio?”

“Oh so that’s the theme,” Valenio didn’t really tell you much beyond the date, “how cute. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Valenio coughed into his hand, “It’s… overly sentimental. And… I didn’t want to give a wrong impression.”

“There’s nothing wrong with choosing a romantic opera piece, though,” you said with a light touch of laughter.

Antas flew down and whispered, “he likely thought you wouldn’t like it. Tell me, how many students in this college would be willing to sit down and listen to something as overly sappy as The Winemaker’s Glass Gift?”

Not many. Not many at all.

“Don’t whisper as though I can’t hear you. Even with all the noise, I’ve learned to distinguish them just fine.” Valenio sighed out as he slide down a rock structure.

“Whoops, sorry.”

“So,” you gestured in front of you, “why the flower hunt?”

“Because…” Valenio paused and you stopped as well. Poor man had a hand pressed against the tree. He reached into his bag, pulled out a flask and poured its contents all over his head, “That’s better. Because, the story is about love, dedication, and devotion. It’s a beautiful piece, and I feel it would bring me closer to this song if I had this flower to perform with.”

Well then, no wonder so many Pomefiore students both admire him, despite this barely concealed fear.

“Well, I hope you find that flower then,” you looked up, “though, what about you? Why are you here?”

An aura of glittering butterfly scales lapsed into view, rendering the woods still for just a moment before the winds brushed past you all once more. Antas was smiling, as one would towards a threat that had no chance of touching them.

“Think of me as your invitation, Prefect, Valenio,” finally, as though tired of being in the air, Antas let his heel click on a stone protrusion, “Can’t very well have those close me be stolen away because they forgot that woods aren’t ever truly untouched.”

…you know what, that’s on you for forgetting that faeries exist in just about every part of the world. You really should curb your habit of just wandering into places. It’ll probably get you killed one day.

[twst-drabbles]

Wait can you do a dynamic explanation for how your oc acts with us(Yuu)?

Depends honestly, cause I have Eldritch Prefect, the Caretaker, the Janitor and the Regular Prefect to think about, buuuut since I don't want the post to get too long, Imma talk about the OC's in the house pet au.

For the Caretaker, Antas is another pet, but one that ran away from his owner after he attacked her live on television. Usually, driders such as he are considered to be dangerous pests, so when they show behavior such as that, they'd be put down without hesitation. Basically, he's a mini drider that wanders from house to house, hoping to find a cool little corner to spin his web in and rest. He does not look good, all malnourished and dehydrated since he does not know how to hunt for himself. But, of course, the Caretaker eventually finds him around in their garden and they have to take him in. He had to be in isolation for quite a bit cause he did not relax around the other pets. He needed to have small bits of exposure, over time until he eventually comes out of his shell. And man did he. His spider half started getting more and more vibrant until eventually they started to bloom in some colorful lilac butterfly scales on his abdomen with a stain-glass like pattern. But yeah, he very much ends up attached to the Caretaker at the hip. Would try to crawl up their leg and onto their shoulder. Sometimes will hide in high places and jump right on their head. He's a quiet little thing, but the little shakes of his limbs tell all of his happiness. He can still fit on your hand, just so you know.

Valenio in the house pet au is another pet that managed to escape his kidnappers. He's never had an owner but he did have a friend that he liked to visit cause they fed him all sorts of weird foods he's never find in the deepsea. He had a lot of little guppies following him around, hiding in his very long trails of frills and fins. He doesn't look that different from his regular au self, just vastly smaller. Though, he is the length of your leg. He is big, though not as heavy as you might think. His little human torso, you can grab with one hand, but just barely. But, anyways, Caretaker was having a beach day but had to cut it short when they found a beached Valenio, very much heavily injured with all the little guppies trying to keep hiding in what was left of his fins. At home, Valenio has a tank all to himself. It's a huge tank as well, almost reaching the ceiling. You need a ladder to reach but it's all fine. Caretaker did try to take him back to the sea, but nope, Valenio is staying planted in the tank. He likes it. You can't move him. Just you try. Much like the other pets, he's not the smartest. He tried to get the Caretaker in the tank with him, cause he didn't know they couldn't breathe underwater. Also, despite the large size of his tank, it's the easiest thing to clean cause he goes out of his way to help you out. Though he does have a meticulous system that you have to follow or he will give you the silent treatment.

Oh and the guppies are weird little things. They're these shapeless forms of ink, they tend to take on the form of clione but sometimes they look like jellyfish. Either way, it's a sentient thing that hide within the fins and frills of Valenio. They're not a hazard, nor does it bother him.

Vio is a another human, a brat of a human fae, but a human nonetheless. He's attending the college nearby and is trying to expand his social network in order to make something of himself and his family. To that point, he actually does, initially, look down on the existence of the Caretaker since all he's heard about them is that they're a shut-in that everyone else spoils. So, to his eyes, the Caretaker is a leech. Basically, he's rather ignorant of the plight of the Caretaker cause he has tunnel vision on his own goals. He has magic, so the job industry and the education system treats him as well. Vio has his own troubles to deal with, so he sees his efforts and his well treatment as a result of all his hard work rather than it being something he was always going to get. He will get humbled when he sees the stacks and stacks of rejection letters on the Caretaker's shelf.

Cheridal is a red sea snake that has taken up home in a little ice cream shop by the sea. His owners really do love him to death, but they can't be with him all the time, so they arranged for him to be staying with the Caretaker whenever winter rolls around. His owners don't live near here and they're hesitant on taking him with them as they don't want him to be too far from home. Cheridal is actually smaller than Jamil, thinner too, but that doesn't stop him from play fighting with all the pets. Hell, he'll even play fight with the Caretaker. He'll beat them one day, he swears! He really has too much energy, so when he's not wrestling, he's usually swimming in the pond outside. If the Caretaker is not looking, he will try to sneak into the freezer for any frozen treats that might be in there. He's a weird creature. He likes to take an ice cube, toss it to the floor and skid it across the floor and chase after it.

And Tul'Veith. He's another pet, a ghostly looking immortal jellyfish. His upper body is human, the rest below is the jellyfish, but all of him is slightly see through. You can see his bones. Anyways, Tul'Veith is very much a sickly little thing that was not taken care of right with his previous owner. The novelty of owning a unique pet wore off so that owner tied him up in a bag and threw him in a river. And, luckily, the Caretaker found them while they were on their hike. By the time the Caretaker took him to the vet, he had already started regressing back into a polyp. So, all the Caretaker could do was place him in a quarantine tank and wait for him to grow. And grow he did. Into the tiniest of baby pets. Here's the start of a new life for Tul'Veith, the strange little creature that still, somehow, remembers everything. He'll be staying here for a bit. Tul'Veith is very much loving despite all that he went through. Out of all the pets, this one has to be the most well behaved, but is also the kind that doesn't have much regard for the state of his body. He gets injured oh so easily and he knows it, but it doesn't stop him from playing around with the other pets when he can. He actually weirds a lot of the other pets out cause they're not used to someone as small as he. They look at him and register a baby, but he does not act like one at all, so they take caution and tend to just, distance themselves. Seriously, he's like the size of your pinky. He's tiny.

[twst-drabbles]

Valenio 4

Summary: “Eat it. Crunch it. Swallow it whole. It is your cure. It is your gift.” Valenio refuses to listen. He won’t eat his brother’s last gift. He will not consume this coral-like horn Rahkan cut off for him.

(Valenio lore here we go!)

With permission from the often reclusive housewarden(via some mild pressure), Valenio’s room had a small extension added to it. Creatures such as he are given many an accommodation given their sensitivity to noise, but Valenio knew he was slightly overstepping that right when he asked for a bigger room. It wasn’t out of line, given his size, but the extra room and the scattered objects inside implied there was once three different students in here.

Well, such guilt no longer matters. What’s done is done and now this extra room has been converted into a study and lab. Well, to Valenio, it’s his study. To the rare few that have visited, they would call it the coral room, for at the center, what takes up the eye was a large tank with a pure white coral branch.

It was bone, once, at least more bone-like. Smooth, darker in color, always the slightest bit off in the way bones do when blood vessels run through them. Valenio remembers his small hands once gripping them when he was being taken for rides on a strong back. He remembers the currents being made in that gentle abyss from how fast he and his brother swam.

He remembers when Rahkan broke them off, he and another promising him that everything will be okay once he ate them. The pain will go and the wretched curse would be silenced.

“The dust has gathered to one spot,” Valenio tapped the glass, focused on the little white granules that have gathered in the corner of the tank, away from the artificial current he’s made, “They’re reforming back into it’s coral form. And growing.”

It always grows. The tallest branch came from the smallest jar embedded in the sand. A baby blue jar, decorated in messily beaded bracelets and dangling sea glass. It has long since cracked with the sheer size of the tree like coral, the tips of its branches peeking over the tank. All of it was powder, once, mixed with mashed fruits from when he couldn’t digest solids.

Even at the sight of it all, somehow or another, it still looked tantalizing to Valenio.

Eat it.

Valenio reach over.

Crunch it.

He grabbed a saw.

It is your cure.

Valenio grabbed the horn.

It is your gift.

He sawed off the top most pieces and drop them to the ground. Gravity still surprised him sometimes. He forgot he wasn’t back home. The horn landed and broke into smaller pieces. He can pick them up. Their glow was unmistakable. The power, the magic sealed within will not leave unless he consumes it or he finds a way to return it to its rightful owner.

Valenio’s stomach growled. He grabbed snacks, multiple of it, of all different brands and flavors and stuff them in his mouth. He didn’t care for the taste. He just wanted this hunger to stop so he can focus.

Valenio wiped his mouth. “Which extraction theory am I on again?”

If he can learn to remove the magic from this bone, perhaps he can learn to extract the other half that lays within him? Perhaps, he can give it back one day?

[twst-drabbles]

If all your OCs were yandere for us(Yuu/reader) at the same time how would they act?

Would they find out about how the others feel? Would they be okay with them? Would they change their behavior with us because of the other competition?

(sorry for the many questions I just wanted to give a general idea)

Have a good day 🥰 love the OC content

Let's see let's see.

Antas as a yandere...oh boy...okay, so since I already established the fact that he can disguise himself as anyone he sees, he would probably try and see all side of your personality via pretending to be your friends. And if he spots anyone that may or may not fancy you, he will take on their faces and do something that will ruin their reputation in both the eyes of NRC and yours. However, I would imagine that somehow or another, you end up being able to recognize him no matter the face he wears, which gets to him, both that he likes it and is also afraid of whatever substance you may see underneath it all.

Valenio as a yandere is just, a silent guardian. With the development of the obsession though, the call of the deep sea is much stronger than ever, until eventually he ends up embodying many of it's aspects, leaving only his obsession behind. So, he loses interest in his research, he's no longer as strict on taking his potions and medicine. All he wants to do now is just, go home. He wants to drag you to the bottom of the sea with him, where he will sing a lullaby for all to hear. But, of course, he doesn't. He wants you to take his hand, but he also enjoys your presence too much to do so.

Tul'Veith, aware of his very weak, very bulliable state, plays it up to very masochistic levels. Deliberately fabricates situations where he gets hurt and humiliated so you can come swoop in and save him. When attention is lost, he will tear up or start to sniffle. Probably at some point or another starts to refer to you as his god. Years of existing and reincarnating has chipped away at so much of his pride that he's on his knees to never be forgotten. He hates looking like a fool but he fears the same fate that all of his siblings have met. So your attention is very much something he feels he needs to live.

Vio is...a prideful brat. His mind is doing circles, always focusing on your presence but he denies it to death that he wants anything to do with you. No matter how many hours he spends thinking about you, no matter how his body responds, he is in denial of it all. If anything, he starts snapping and just, being a not so good person. However when you had enough and command him to shut up, heat shoots up his spine and basically becomes meek. Vio basically discovers he likes being put in his place and both hates and loves it.

And Cheridal is a pleaser. The kind of guy to drape himself on you when he can, gives you very expensive things that you have clue where he got but it's yours anyway. And gives you a coupon for whatever sweet treat you want from his parents shop. He catches anyone talking shit about you? He will beat them to unconsciousness and present their bodies to you. Basically something of a guard dog. Is tame for the most part, but will froth at the mouth if he even so much as suspects someone did something to you.

Antas is surprisingly okay with the presence of other yanderes, not in the sense that they can have you but in the sense that they're very useful tools to keep the other riff-raff away from hurting you. Their loyalty is something he can put trust in, but the ones he does see as a threat would have to be Valenio and Tul'Veith. Valenio because he's the younger step-brother of someone he knows, and Tul'Veith because he uses his frail deposition as a weapon. Cheridal is easy to keep busy, all he has to do is let a rumor rise about you getting bullied and he's on the hunt. And Vio...yeah he's the son of a failing noble house, it won't be hard to pile on even more shame onto him.

Valenio only registers the others as mosquitos. People that he can swat aside with little to no issue, and for the most part, he can. Whatever you want, he will follow, so if you want to hang out with the others, he won't mind, but he will make sure that they don't step out of line and try and take his place as the favored one. So, Cheridal and Tul'Veith really do annoy him because of their overly attached behavior. He doesn't mind Antas, mostly because there are aspects of himself that he hates so much he'd rather hide from you for all eternity behind others faces.

Tul'Veith is another possessive one, but keeps it under wraps as he needs to seem harmless. He's uh, he's rather extreme though and will probably break his arms or legs just so you have to look after him.

And Vio continues to be a brat. Hates that he thinks about you all the time but also hates when others are spending all this time with you. Again, it's easy to put him in his place.

[twst-drabbles]

Apologies if this was answered, but out of everyone, who does Valenio get along with the most? (if he does even bother talking to everyone else)

Out of everyone, I would have to say that Valenio gets along with Ruggie the most.

See, while Valenio has lived in both the lighter and darker part of the sea, he still has traces of his culture within him in that nothing is ever a waste. Left over fish bones? Can be ground into a potion. Random pieces of plastic? Melt it down and shape it into a little sculpture to hang your rings. Left over food? Either remake it into a dish or give it someone who needs it.

Point being, deep sea folk are very, very clean, and very keen on the details of how they go about their trash, and are almost possessive over it in how they go about reusing or disposing of it. All trash from the surface has a tendency of floating to the lighter side of the sea, before it's dumped into the darker side of the sea, where it's transformed into a beautiful treasure. There, nothing is allowed to go to waste.

Ruggie knows this, knows that deep sea folk thank people in little tokens like sea glass or unique bones or shells. Either way, you can sell those babies for money so Ruggie goes out of his way to help out Valenio when he's cooped up in his lab. He only goes to help out Valenio about once and week and Valenio's not one to reject help when he can get it. And while yes, he is very intimidating on the account he's taller than even the Leech brothers, like, waaaay taller, and wider, Ruggie's also seen Valenio hang around the magicless prefect so he took that as a sign that he's not such a bad guy. So, obviously, he decided to take his shot and go help him out. Simple stuff.

So, that's what Ruggie does, goes to his lab, cleans up the equipment, takes trash to very specific deep sea folk peeps when asked. And in return, Ruggie get many little rewards.

That being said, Ruggie does know that certain items are off limits. One was obvious, which was the coral that never stops growing. The other Ruggie learned the hard way. See, there are these bottles in the closet. Little bottles, all cute, all filled to the brim with colorful pops of confetti candy. All of them corked. All of them unopened. And many of them have already gone stale.

So, what does Ruggie do? He tries to sneak some of them off since they're obviously collecting dust. May as well put them to use.

Valenio bruised Ruggie's ribs when he pinned him to the floor with just a hand.

But, other than that one incident, Valenio and Ruggie get along just fine.

[twst-drabbles]

Your oc Valenio really out here making me feel some kind of way <3

Hehehe I try my beeeeest. I'm still trying to wrangle my hands on oc making cause I'm not the best at making original characters feel, solid I suppose would be the word. Big man, very big man, with a huuuuge merform, big enough to cradle the body, but too big to safely enter into cities so he's really gotta be on top of his potion taking. Because of that, poor man's skin and bones feel tight, joints sore and borderline painful. Sometimes it gets real bad and it escalates to a full on migraine.

Oh, and another fun fact, people of the deep sea such as him, but especially Valenio are sensitive to those that are close to overblotting or have collected too much blot. When they feel such things, they tend to cluster together, but they especially go to Valenio until it blows over.

[twst-drabbles]

which of your ocs like hugs?

Hohohohohooho it got long. Short answer: all of them do! Long answer...

Antas is the kind of guy that actually has more trouble receiving hugs than giving them. Gets all stiff and uncomfortable but does not have the will to shrug it off cause that man has not been touched sincerely since...ever. He's so touch starved that it's borderline uncomfortable for him to fulfill that need but gives in nonetheless with a very, veeery delicate silence. Hugging him makes him feel fragile. It's easy to see, in just the slight curl of his back. Whenever he's in front of the camera, that part of himself he buries deep, so he has no problem whatsoever, but off camera he recedes and keeps a distance, a polite distance that tends to keep anyone from getting too close.

Vio will put up resistance cause he's so used to his family smothering him with love to make up for the fact they're falling on hard times. He's the kind of man that sputters and says he doesn't need it cause his brain interprets hugs as a sort of pity gift and it makes him reflect on his own self worth. That being said, I say he fights but he never runs far from a hug. He give up eventually and just, lifts his arms in defeat and lets the hug happen. He can say all he wants how he doesn't need to be coddled or need hugs but at the end of the day, he likes being spoiled no matter how he pouts. Now giving hugs? Yeah good luck getting him to do that. (It's actually real easy, just look a bit sad and he'll do it cause he sucks with words.)

Tul'Veith, man that man's hugs will never fail to make anyone feel like a baby being carried by a saint. Even so, he doesn't give hugs often cause he always doubts if they're good or not. Considering that, with how much time has passed since his siblings went away from this existence, Tul'Veith often doubts if he should cling to this place at all, that if he should allow himself to continue to call himself Tul'Veith rather than the Shiloh? That being said, even though he feels as though his being and old self are being chipped down to nothing, old habits shine through. Through giving hugs. He can't help but indulge in the need to protect something, to watch over. That's what giving hugs feels like to him. And receiving hugs actually scared him for a bit, but then allows it once he drives away the doubts in his head. Hugging is nice, but to receive a hug feels nice too, as though the cat you've been comforting has finally decided to return a gentle favor.

Ah Valenio. Honestly is pretty neutral about hugs but when he has a bond with someone, be it a friend or lover, he always thinks about how those arms might not be able to wrap about him one day. He's still affected by his curse, however slow, and being someone whom the deep seas want back, it's only a matter of time before he grows too big and the call becomes too much. So, the wrapping of someones arms around him helps him enjoy the fact that he's here in this moment. That someone here, living and breathing and not at all a remnant expressing itself as the abyss deep below cares for him and his safety. So, when he gives hugs, they're pretty tight and snug, but not enough to suffocate anyone.

Cheridal's hugs are always casual and he gives them freely. Did well on a test? You get a hug! You won a sports match? You get a hug! That being said, they're always quick and brief before they get too awkward. He really just gives off strong punkish bro vibes. All those piercing on his ears and the one on his tongue certainly don't help, though doesn't make it a habit to always wear them unless he knows he need to intimidate someone. That being said, if anyone gives him surprise hugs, prepare for a wrestling match. You just challenged him! At least, that's how it was back at home. Surprise hugs = wrestling challenge! He won't always win, but knows to take the loss with grace.

[twst-drabbles]

I'm the anon that asked for a list of drabbles for your ocs the other night, and if asks for ocs are still open; I'd like to ask who is a cat lover and who is a cat hater and why?

Antas claims he hates cats but he has this one elderly cat that he adopted that pretends to hate him. Anytime Antas has guests, the elderly cat will sit in their lap and just, glares at Antas like she's saying "you fuck up, and I'm going home with this person," and Antas just, glares back cause how dare you give him attitude when he feeds and cleans after you. But when he's gone for just the slightest bit too long, the elderly cat will climb onto his lap and will complain if he moves. And then she jumps off and it's back to her prickly attitude again.

Valenio is a cat lover. Loves those purring creatures and they love him just the same. Back when he first was getting adjusted to the land, he would have real bad chronic pain in his lower back and legs, so he would have to sit or lay down for long periods of time, which led to all sorts of cats just, deciding that he's their bed now. All the little fish under the sea would avoid him, so to see creatures actually want to interact with him had him falling in love.

Vio has a cat back home that's the designated home greeter. He's a cat that unfortunately outlived the previous butler so now this cat has essentially taken that butlers place. Vio loves that cat, though he would say he's a cat person.

Tul'Veith is neutral on the subject, as he's never interacted with a cat but if he does, he would likely learn to love them. Until his body decides to develop allergies at cat dander.

Cheridal doesn't hate cats but is very conscious of all the fur they leave behind. Likes interacting with cats well enough but can't see himself every adopting one unless he sees a pitiful one off the street and he has to feed it. While he won't permanently be keeping the cat, he ends up doing this whole foster care thing. He finds a cat, feeds it, gets it clean and get it all it's shots and surgeries, and then adopts them out to others.

[twst-drabbles]

out of all your ocs, who do you think you'd get along with the most irl?

Let's see, out of all the ones I'd get along with, it's definitely be Tul'Veith and Cheridal. Cheridal is just a nice hype man to have around who celebrates even the smallest of victories, however trivial. That and he's the kind that goes and adopts introverts such as myself but in such a way that doesn't feel like he's inserting himself into your life. He comes and goes as he pleases and it's a nice kind of friendship where you don't have to worry about keeping up appearances. Each interaction is kept brief and slowly starts climbing up over time until eventually, whoops you're his casual friend now. He will now fight to defend your honor.

And Tul'Veith, his soft demeanor is so delicate that no matter how weak you may be, you still worry that you'll somehow scare him, which, by association, makes me take up the "brave" mode. You know, the kind of feeling you get when your friend is an even more socially anxious mess than you are and asks you a favor and suddenly you get the ability to do the thing your anxiety was saying no to? Yeah, he gets the feeling from me.

Valenio is very much a minding his own business kind of man that never has much room for lingering with anyone. In fact, he hates wasting time so I can't see myself ever approaching him as I too value my own time too much. As soon as class is out, he speed walks to his next class or his place of research. Busy busy. I leave him be.

Antas is polite, but in such a distant way that you can tell he's not intending on getting anywhere closer than friends. Just small brief chats that play out like a script rather than out of actual interest, and we all have experienced talking with people who clearly are talking out of social obligation rather than their own volition.

And Vio is just a prickly punk. Almost snobbish and I'm not about to poke that. Definitely not scary, he radiates this aura of someone who will make messes because of how easy it is to rile him up. His temper gets the best of him and that's not my problem to solve.

[twst-drabbles]

Valenio 1

Summary: During the days when his curse doesn’t flare up, when he can properly think without being consumed by this never ending hunger, Valenio likes to sit next to you, no matter the annoyances. Doesn’t matter if people stare at him, just as long as they know his place next to you cannot be challenged.

(I said I would write my OC’s as yandere’s. I intend to keep that promise.)

The cafeteria wasn’t a place Valenio often goes to, nor does he see any need to linger more than needed. Not only was this place too far from the lab he was let out from, there’s also just too much noise for him, too many things that distract him from his own thoughts. Eating in peace was a luxury that Valenio can rarely find when in here. Especially since many of the newer, more sheltered students tend to stare at him and his climbing plates of food.

Valenio’s confidence wasn’t so brittle as to crumble under the weak, nervous whispers of gossiping students looking for a new topic to speak of. He’s made his rounds in Pomefiore before, he can handle a brutal verbal beating or two. Compared to them, all of this was child’s play. Staying away from here wasn’t a matter of pride so much as it was to protect his head.

The messy layers of noises pick at his brain, leaving him irritated. And when he finally gets to the safety of his quieter dorm, he’s left exhausted just from stewing in it.

So then, why would Valenio linger here despite all these negatives? Well, that’s because you were here, with people that think they have what it takes to be close to you, that think they deserve it. There’s a man with red hair and a heart on his face, a little beast trying to dig his claws into the other’s plate, and another man with a spade trying to sneak a fork into your food.

Really, you should be more picky with your friends. But, he won’t stop you. He also won’t stop said friends from fleeing from you with a well placed scare or two.

Valenio’s steps were naturally loud and clear, though it was lost in the cacophony of noise around him. It was only when he sat down next to you, when the seat and table shook with his height and weight did this group you were in pause.

Spade retracted his fork, Trappola had wide eyes that immediately narrowed, and Grim hid half his face with the table. He still managed to snatch a piece of cheesy bread, though not from your plate, thankfully.

Valenio’s not surprised when Trappola barked.

“Alright, who said you could sit with us?” He looked more than ready to flip the plate at him, despite the tremble in his hands.

From the side, you gave a big, well placed yawn. Immediately, whatever tension Valenio naturally brings was gone. You were not tense, which was only natural. You both know each other, after all.

You greeted Valenio with a bumping of shoulders. “What’s up, Valenio?”

Valenio couldn’t help but stare directly at your little friends, just to remind them that he was there, and force them to watch as he leaned down to your ear to whisper in a baritone voice, “I finished the catch up guide you wanted. All the basic and mandatory information should help with adjusting.”

It’s amazing to him how often people forget that you’re not from here at all, that you are missing what most would consider the most basic of basics. Trying to learn what others had grew up with in such a short time frame can’t be easy.

Valenio couldn’t help pressing up against you. There’s a part of him that wants nothing more than to kiss the top of your head, but, he’ll have to make do with what he can get away with, and that’s proximity. He drank in the confused expressions on those two students faces, of both confusion and deeply hidden, probably undiscovered envy as you allowed for Valenio to touch you.

You were comfortable with him. It made Valenio’s heart soar.

You took the notebook he so carefully crafted. “Hey, thanks buddy.”

You patted his back in thanks, coaxing a chuckle right out of him.

[twst-drabbles]

Valenio 2

Summary: Pity goes to the fool who was found, bound to one of the Great Seven statues. He’s a student, of that many can be sure, but had almost nothing to him. No magic pen, no identification. Even his clothes, save for his underwear, were missing. Valenio passes by with you without much care.

(More yandere Valenio! He’s not really violent so much as he humiliates his targets.)

That morning, there was a crowd gathered around one of the statues. One didn’t need to be near them to hear the whispers, laughs and jeers being thrown around.

“Ha! ‘Bout time someone taught him a lesson!”

There’s a flash of a phone camera before someone smacked that hand holding it.

“Dude! Don’t! You’ll get us in trouble.”

“Come on! You know this is hilarious.”

Valenio had no need to linger here. He’s walking with you, after all. That, along with the fact that he can see over the heads of all the students gathered around. He didn’t need to make his way through the crowd to see the shivering, sniveling and glaring student that was the subject of all this humiliation.

He didn’t need to make his presence known to this particular student. A single glance his way had this student's head turning sharply towards Valenio. This no name student wasn’t worthy of his time, nor the headache all of this will bring if he lingers too long.

“Seriously, I wonder who you pissed off this time, man. You must’ve messed up big time.”

When you started to lag behind, likely caught in your curiosity, Valenio laid a hand on your upper back, gently guiding you along with his pace. A flush of warmth ran up his arm and settled right into his chest.

“If Crowley comes here while we’re here, we’ll be stuck in a lecture.” His voice was almost too low to be heard, but none of that was a problem when it gives him the excuse to lean close to you.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you sighed out, adjusting the bag you had filled with books and papers. You rolled your shoulders, nudging his hand away, “Careful, I’m still tender there.”

Valenio retracted his hand, cold injected right into his spine. “I’m sorry. Are you sure you don’t need to see the nurse again?”

Underneath his skin, he felt the slow roiling of his blood give life to an anger thought satiated.

You waved off his concerns. “It’s fine, man. The nurse gave me the okay. It could’ve been worse, honestly.”

Your injuries being hypothetically worse is not the problem, it’s the fact you even have them in the first place that has Valenio so worried. Not having magic here, in this place overflowing with it, has made you such an easy target. Most are usually satisfied with just spitting out words, but some people, especially the one currently getting laughed it, loved to talk with punches and kicks instead.

“Ah, pisses me off but, what can I do? Can’t exactly do much against people that can magically set me on fire if they wanted to.” It shocks him, how easily you shouldered off the fierce anger that was once in your eyes when he found you there, sitting up against the wall, glaring at the disappearing backs of the one who hurt you.

“The statue.” Valenio finally said.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow.

“He was there. Tied up against the statue.” Will this give you some solace?

“Seriously? Wow.” But you didn’t turn to confirm. You continued walking with him, as though this conversation was more important. “Must’ve kicked the wrong person then.”

…

“…I have some money to spare from a friend.” He showed you his wallet. “Would you like anything before we finish the report?”

The smile that spread on your face almost made his knees weak.

[twst-drabbles]

Valenio 3

Summary: Valenio has a gift to give, but is unsure if it’s good enough.

(Ah, 3 am writing delirium, you have come to visit me once more. For @angieanne. For this post)

Really, this heart shaped gift looked the part, tied in twine and colored in a brilliant red that would never be forgotten, but the contents inside were more or less, not quite romantic. Just little treats inside, in the shape of various gems and minerals that caught Valenio’s eyes when he was smaller.

He didn’t grab them. He didn’t swim out into the depths beyond the boundary of his home and snatched them up in his little hands. He watched, he seared their shape into his memory. Within the next day, they would be gone.

These little gems, well, snacks, would disappear, hopefully in your stomach and not in anyone else’s mouth. The trash would be preferable then have these treats be shared.

Valenio tugged at the twine keeping this box closed. He smoothed his hand over the outside, it’s texture smooth and without a single bump and dent. Perfectly flat, no interruptions to his senses. The twine was a little annoying, too many hairs sticking out, frayed like the ends of his hairs but clipping it away would make it fall apart.

Ah, but wouldn’t this gift be considered too romantic? Can he truly play off his affection in a more casual light without letting anything too strong leak through? Valenio wanted nothing more than to place his heart in your hands, but if it was too heavy, you won’t want to carry it again.

This gift is meant to be a first step, a bold one that will hopefully open a path to a future, bolder move. More gifts, more affection, until it becomes wrong to go back.

But, you have to accept the gift first.

A familiar emptiness gnawed and lashed. Valenio gagged and put the gift down before he could tear it open. It was a struggle putting this gift together. He wanted to snack but knew if he started, he would not stop.

The sounds of his own twisting guts was too much. He pulled out his ear plugs and forced himself to listen to the hum of the AC circulating the air, the distant hum of PC’s and custom built technology outside the walls of his padded room. Supposedly it was soundproof, but his ears were too keen to truly have that be the case.

For now, he’s glad for it. It was a good enough distraction from his stomach. He’s also glad he made these treats so early in the day. Some hours will pass, but he’ll still have enough time in the day to give them to you.

[twst-drabbles]

i have no idea what valenio actually looked like, but i game him vitiligo and a small orca fin on his hand

he's also wearing ear plugs since i remember you saying he's from the deep sea, so i thought he'd be kinda sensitive to sound

but valenio my beloved

Mmmmmmmmm! Yeah it's a bad habit of mine to not describe the appearance of my characters cause I'm so used to doing it with the Reader character, however I really so do love to see how my OC's look like to other people based on the vibes I give them. It's nice to see how their little minds work. I do have a few picrew on his earlier versions before I made some changes such as his eye color and body mass. Valenio having vitiligo... I like it a lot actually.

Lemme just ramble about more lore I have about the deepsea folk!

I changed his eyes to a dark brown cause I don't have enough brown eyed oc's. And good on ya for the ear plugs! I always imagined he had something in his ears as well and is usually pretty easy to overstimulate. His hair is pretty straight but you'll notice that the ends of his hair are pretty frayed cause he hasn't had a haircut in a loooong while. He does try to cut it himself but it usually ends up being an uneven mess so he just let it grow.

Anyways, the potions used to make the merfolk human are potions that really only work for the people that live in the lighter side of the sea. Deepsea folk have tried it and it does work to a degree, but it leaves some fishy stuff behind like alternating skin textures(human skin to slick merperson skin), sometimes scales or useless gills on their body, and, as you so unintentionally got correct, fins on their body parts. So far, there hasn't been a breakthrough in regards to making a potion that works for the deepsea folk, and strangely enough, those that move from the lighter side to the darker depths also find that eventually potions that worked perfectly in making them human suddenly don't work entirely. Isn't that the strangest thing?

Anyways, in the deepsea, there is a process that many who want to be on land have to go through. Obviously, because they come from an environment that is so deprived of loud noises and light, the deepsea folk have to do exposure therapy to get themselves adjusted. First part of the process involves deepsea folk moving into a building close to the border of the lighter side of the sea, and from there they go into that sea to get used to the light and sound there. After a sufficient amount of time has passed, only then do the deepsea folk move into the actual light side of the sea. From there, the second part of the exposure therapy process begins where they breach the waters to get used to the stronger lights and sounds up there. If an amount of time has passed and the deepsea folk still have adverse effects from that intensity of light and sound, the deepsea folk are given special earplugs and glasses to help them out. They can request for them early in case they're in a hurry. But usually, it's highly recommended for them to go through the entire process so that they can adjust to land.

They take the potion and the final part of the adjustment process begins. See, there is a number of different potions available for the deepsea folk to take as, like I said, it doesn't work quite they way it does for the lighter sea folk. The goal, while it would be preferred to look entirely human, is to make sure the deepsea folk can breath on land. As such, you'll get a variety of deepsea folk that look vastly different from one another. Some of them can't even get the legs of a human so they have to be in a wheelchair custom made for their forms.

Anyways, thank you for the aaaaart.