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[llolianarchives]

RAMSHACKLE DORM HEADCANONS (REVISED)

Our little home is not appreciated enough so I shall take matters onto my own hands and spread self-indulgent ideas 😤😤😤 Behold! PS: I made something like this before so this is like a revised version.

“UNCLE” GHOSTS

The Ramshackle Ghosts were each given personal names by the Prefect, corresponding to the ghost's existing letter.

This was done after Yuu got tired of calling them Ghost [insert letter of the alphabet] all of the time, whilst also adding to their individuality.

Why did the Prefect have to give them names? Don't they have names of their own? Well, they used to when they were still a part of the living. The ghosts still remember who they were and what they excelled at (such as being a chef or a magift player) but they cannot claim namesakes or identities as their own when they're already dead unless you harbored much significance when you were alive, recorded in history to not be forgotten such as Eliza.

"Ghost A" is now "Archie" — very rough and tumble. He is a ball of ferocious, mischievous energy enough to rival Grim's own. Despite his size, Archie is quite the fighter. His first reaction to the Prefect's problems is to suggest that they duke it out headfirst! But in truth, he is plenty caring and easily fusses over Yuu and Grim's physical health (complete with dark humor). He teaches the duo sports whenever the opportunity arises. His extreme head ruffles are the silliest things.

"Ghost B" is now "Bernard or Bernie" — who's full of joy and fun (maybe that's why he's so plump). He's always ready with a joke to brighten Yuu's mood, always eager to please Yuu and Grim by pampering them with already-in-the-house gifts or food. Spooky mischief is his favorite pastime. Yuu believes that he gives the best hugs and cooks the best food.

"Ghost C" is now "Clyde" — who's generally a very laid-back and lax individual. Among the three, he's one of the wiser ghosts, always willing to set aside his tomfoolery for a heart-to-heart conversation with Yuu, giving advice and being an open ear. However, he still is, of course, a lover of mischief and spooks. (Note: Do not accept the “therapeutic” cigarettes he offers.)

The Ghosts are skilled at sewing clothes of their own (hence their tailored hats and capes). They were the ones who made Yuu and Grim's Halloween costumes, but they've also helped Yuu expand their wardrobe by using extra textiles and fabrics. The ghosts sew ribbons for Grim as well (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

They love oldies music. Stuff like ABBA, Don McLean, Micheal Jackson, Queen, John Lennon, The Smiths, Air Supply, The Carpenters— you name it!

They can also shift their voice into an exponentially low range, similar to Alto, Bass, and Baritone. Every now and then, they comically break into a chorus for fun.

RAMSHACKLE BUILDING

Prior to the building's renovation post-VDC, 70% of its rooms were either barricaded still, or very unclean. Yuu and Grim, themselves, had yet to fully explore their dorm in fear of collapsing wood, nesting bugs, or hidden rats— things that they didn't want to deal with if they could help it.

A garden stands in the dormitory's yard, by the farther side of it. Yuu had taken up gardening sometime after BOOK 1. They discussed with Grim that walking back and forth to the canteen wasn't very efficient. It started small and expanded into bearing vegetables and fruits. Eventually, the prefect built an arch trellis for the vines to grow, bringing the whole look together. (Note: While the produce their garden grows does give them the opportunity to cook/ bake at home, their inventory still wouldn't last the entirety of the winter holidays. It also wouldn't be efficient to eat the same meals over and over.)

Birds like common sparrows, crows, and ravens tend to perch or nest on Ramshackle's barren trees. They're such a regular sight that Grim and Yuu have stopped trying to drive them away, instead welcoming them into the property.

Ramshackle, while seemingly unimpressive at first, does wield an aura of unease once you're indoors. When you're wandering the halls by yourself, it oddly feels as if you're being watched... Something vague might've peeked out from a corner. Or, did that painting just glance at you? It totally did. Are you mad? This feeling is increased tenfold in the evenings. Yuu and Grim were disturbed by this initially, but have come to accept it as the house's second nature. Ace, Deuce, and the VDC boys were also victims of this phenomenon.

THE GREAT GRIM: ARCHMAGE EXTRAORDINAIRE!!!

When Yuu and Grim first began cohabiting in Ramshackle Dorm, the Prefect had given him an intense cat bath to wash away any grime, tangled-up fur, or Seven forbid... fleas.

Grim sleeps with Yuu on the bed but doesn't use the blankets, instead opting to curl up beside his henchman or lie flat on Yuu's stomach (much to their annoyance and Grim's amusement).

He pouts when Yuu is away for too long, concern and loneliness crawling underneath his skin because how dare his henchman leave their boss like this?!

Despite how much he complains about housework, gardening, maintenance, and such, he still tries his best to help out whenever Yuu works. It actually ends up being rather fun though.

MISCELLANEOUS

The Headmage occasionally comes over for tea and chats with a box of whatever snacks he's managed to grab. Usually, however, it's only because Crowley has another heinous assignment for the Ramshackle Duo.

[plumipal]

Daughter of evil Vil

Once again a completely self indulgent post, sorry for the delay got a 40° fever and fell like 3 times during the making of this BUT IM FINE NOW! These yans really are out to kill me after all I've put em though lmfao

So imagine, somewhere after chap 5 where vil and you have gotten to know eachother way better since the VDC. You're all and up thinking about the music you loved back from your own home, wishing you just could hear it once again. You basically had everything memorised, but it's not just the same!!

So, taking the matter into your own hands, you contact vil about wanting to stage a musical and if he perhaps wanted to be the "main villian" (aka both the main character and your favorite character). Vil, for once, isn't upset about being the main villain, on the contrary he's ecstatic! He can barely keep his mask up as he tells you that he would LOVE more than ANYTHING to be Riliane...

You're quick to thank him and hug him, him of course savoring every second of it. You're quick to get to work to writing the script/lyrics from memory along with sewing vils dress for him (it's like several dates over at ramshackle for him because he gets to be in such close vicinity with you alone.

The play is an absolute success, vil gives his absolute ALL, just for you, and ONLY for you. He doesn't cate who else is seeing the damn musical, all he cares about at this point is your gave on him and your approval.

He feels your gaze on him for the entirety, too blissful about being the center of your attention to even hold up his social persona incase anyone is filming after the musical. He just can't function correctly when you look at him, when you smile at him, when you do anything really. He's smitten, down bad, in love and everything inbetween.

Ace and Deuce can't stand how Vil is blatantly flirting with you, resulting in them trying to drag you away after the show (only to be stopped by vil, he has charmed you during this performance, and of course he shows in that he has a gift for you back at his dorm.

The gift being smothering you in his love and kisses, almost some sort of cuteness aggression as he can't stop himself. The blood sweat an tears you put into this and how you chose him to be the main character almost moved him to tears after all, you had to be rewarded <3

Not long after the musical, people had sent their gossip photos around to several accounts on magicam as to get some juicy drama our of the megastar. But, at this point, vil is too smitten with you to even care about his social status anymore. He doesn't care about magicam or being better than niege liek he used to. He only cares about you and your approval.

Still a short post, but I hope you all enjoy! I love love LOVE the musical, and recommend yall give it a litsen! The evillious chronicles on YouTube, especially the newer one (Karen aka the girl who plays riliane is just so much more vil coded imo). Anyway hope yall enjoy :P

Link to the song in question:

[mobbu-min]

☆ yummy in my tummy ☆

part two

a/n i swear everytime im about to play love and deepspace, the app needs another update. my phone storage can't keep up T0T anyways, i'm not that far in but xavier is my fave. he lowkey reminds me of silver haha. rafayel is a close second tho

includes: all of octavinelle, scarabia + pomefiore

tw mentions of eating disorder

want more? check out part one!

Octavinelle <3

⋆ Perhaps the last dorm that you want to know about your skills. But alas, your heart is vast, so even shady seamen deserves some delicious home cooked meals/treats!

⋆ How about making some extra cash? Is what Azul says after taking a bit. He does mean it. Not only would Monstro Lounge gain some more popularity after news of the Ramshackle Perfect’s home made meals/treats were being served, but he gets to spend time with you without giving his feelings away? A win-win if you asked him. As we all know, Azul does suffer from an eating disorder, as much as he tries to deny it, but somehow your cooking/baking doesn’t upset him at all. If anything, he gets so lost in the flavors that he doesn’t realize that his stomach is full and plate empty. Should he be concerned? Disgusted with himself? Lots of negative emotions begin to swell up, but when he glances at you, fully expecting the worst, he’s met with your proud smile. Happiness practically radiating off your being. And suddenly, Azul doesn’t mind the feeling of a full stomach as long as you look at him like that again.

⋆ Jade finds himself coming to you more often to ask for tips on how to cook mushrooms in different ways. Heck, he even encourages you to come out mushroom hunting with him. He’s fascinated by the way you work, seeing you mix different spices and ingredients together inspires him to do the same. He enjoys getting a glimpse at a third world, your world. It reminds him that the universe is truely a big, fascinating place. He is touched that your first thought was to bring him food, don’t worry he’ll repay the favor.

⋆ Your food is the only thing to get Floyd out of his moods! Once he smells the delicious scent of your meals/sweets, he instantly goes back to being silly and goofy! He will pester the living daylights out of you to make his favorite foods. You will know no peace! Floyd always makes his distaste clear. He’s an honest guy, what can he say? So it’s a big achievement that your food gets the Floyd pass. He will glare at anyone that dares to come near his food. This is his food, not theirs! Floyd’s a good cook himself, so like Jade, if he’s feeling particularly chummy, you might be gifted with his own unique concoction.

Scarabia <3

⋆ Scarabia is known to have the best food in the school! So it was a little jarring when you decided to give them some of your homemade food. But you really have nothing to worry about when it comes to these too.

⋆ You thought you were going to go blind with how bright Kalim's smile was. It truly could rival the sun. Because of the trust between you and Kalim, he devours it within seconds. Practically buzzing in excitement as the flavors touch his tongue. He’s not joking when he says that it’s as good as Jamil’s food. He wants to throw a party where you and Jamil have a cook off! But also just to show off your amazing cooking. You’re going to have to politely tell him that might be too much for you. Or that you only cook for special people! (subtle flirting hehe) And well Kalim is Kalim so it’s like a 50/50 chance that it won’t fly over his head. But in the case that it doesn’t, Kalim gets all warm and flustered. You know how some people get cuteness aggression and just want to squeeze said cuteness, well that’s Kalim. Instantly you're in his arms while he exclaims how much he loves you!

⋆ Jamil gave you the weirdest look, thinking that you wanted something from him. But alas! You did it out of the goodness of your heart. After getting over his initial suspicion, Jamil is incredibly thankful! I get a feeling that between everything that Jamil has to handle, he tends to eat very little most days. Just enough to get him to bedtime. So when you popped out of thin air with food, but not just any food his favorite, Jamil is touched. Though just because he’s touched, that doesn’t mean he won’t critique it! Internally of course, unless you ask. I would like to say that this would lead to cooking dates, but Jamil gives me the impression that he doesn’t like others in the kitchen while he works. Though he’s willing to try it out for you! Omg, if you make him food from the Scalding Sands, he just might tear up (lol, probably not but that’s a funny thought) but he will be incredibly touched!

Pomefiore <3

⋆ A tricky dorm to cook/bake for. A life or death situation! You must satisfy the Queen’s tastes or else you’ll face everlasting sleep! OoooOOoooooOOOoooo

⋆ Your greatest foe, the Queen herself! Does your food satisfy the Queen’s strict diet? ………partially. Listen, Vil holds himself to high regards and keeps a stern eye on his calories and where those calories come from. And while yes, you are going the right path, you also took some side quests on the way. In other words, you were like 74% to getting Vil’s approval. But fear not! For Vil is more than willing to take you under his wing! Though, Vil’s not a chef himself, so he’ll guide you in the ways of his diets. As long as you keep those in mind, Vil finds himself thoroughly enjoying anything you make him. He enjoys foods that are light on the stomach with plenty of nourishment. Vil will oftentimes find himself thinking about your food. His stomach growling in hunger. He appreciates it whenever you show up with homemade snacks. Vil will oftentimes submerge himself in his work, whether that be new roles, schoolwork or guiding his dorm mates, and forget to eat. So knowing that you're always thinking of him and coming to check up on him makes him feel all mushy and gooey inside. Goodness, the effects you have on him.

⋆ C’est délicieux! Anything and everything you give Rook is eaten with fervor. Truly enjoying and savoring every bite! For how could he let anything go to waste? You put your heart and soul into it, it would be wrong not to enjoy it with his own heart and soul. His appetite is never quenched when it comes to your food. He consumes your food with such earnestness that it's hard not to get all flustered. The compliments are never ending when it comes to him. Rook could (and has) write poetry off the delicious taste of your food. Sweet, yet a little off putting. Will jump at any occasion to speak about your food, and by extension you. Eveytime he sees you with a bag or box, Rook is skipping towards you with a little tune to each step.

⋆ Nothing could beat his Meemaw’s apple pie, but Epel supposes that yours come to a close second. Your food is the only thing Vil will turn a blind eye to, which Epel takes as an opportunity to slyly (not really) suggest new recipes for you to try. Honestly, Epel really likes your food! He gets all flustered whenever you pop with food for him. At first he was a little insulted that you made him food, thinking you were insulting his masculinity or something by babying him. But after your very honest words (and a reprimanding from Vil and Leona for making you sad), Epel understands that it was just you trying to show him that you cared for him. I can see Epel going to Jack and asking ‘Is someone giving you food manly?’ and Jack, who happened to overhear Leona telling Ruggie, casually responds with, ‘My mom always makes my dad food, so yeah…” And Epel’s all like, ‘Well damn, if Jack looks like that then his dad must be super macho.’ or something like that. Needless to say, Epel has never hit someone so hard before over food. (rip grim and ace)

[spellbound-rosehearts]

A ROUTINE OF SORTS : CHAPTER 2

leona starts napping in ramshackle, and yuu starts making two cups of tea.

pairings: leona kingscholar x yuu

warnings: none

notes: i didn’t expect my blog to get so much attention already, i’m glad you guys are liking the story so far! here’s part two for you ♡

part 1, part 3

it became routine, somehow. a pattern neither of them formally acknowledged but both settled into with surprising ease.

yuu would return to ramshackle after her classes alongside grim, her arms full of books or papers, and more often than not, leona would already be there. he never announced himself. she’d simply push open the creaky front door and find him, half-sprawled on the couch with a book lazily balanced in one hand, or tucked into the sunniest corner of the room with his eyes closed and a faint, contented scowl on his face.

she never said anything about it. never asked why he came, or how long he planned to stay. she just let him be, stepping around his shoes or tail when she passed, tossing him a glance and a nod at most. he, in turn, never made a fuss. it was a wordless arrangement, strange in theory, but in practice… it worked. grim, of course, would make the occasional snarky comment, but when leona would crack his eyes open or send him an icy glare, it always shut him up.

and as the weeks trickled by, leona’s presence in the dorm became almost natural. comfortable. familiar.

yuu started making two cups of tea instead of one. it became habit—one cup for her, and one extra she’d leave on the table. if he wanted it, he’d drink it. if not, it would sit there until the steam faded and she would dump it out later.

snacks followed. sometimes she’d give him the extra fruit she had laying around that was about to go bad, sometimes it was a couple of cookies from heartslabyul’s latest tea party leftovers. nothing fancy, nothing extravagant—just small and quiet gestures she would make without asking anything in return. he was a guest in her home after all, she felt as if it was the kind thing to do.

she never lingered, however. she’d drop the cup beside him, maybe give him a short glance or smile, and then she’d disappear upstairs to study with grim. her presence upstairs was just as regular now as his was downstairs. it became theirs, in a way neither of them labeled.

one afternoon, the sun glowing low and golden across the weathered ramshackle floorboards, yuu came out of the kitchen with a mug in hand and set it on the table beside leona’s lounging form. he had his usual spot on the couch, one leg kicked over the armrest, the other hanging lazily off the edge. a book lay open across his chest—some historical tome he probably hadn’t been reading for the last twenty minutes.

she turned to head back upstairs like always, but his voice stopped her in her tracks.

“you know you can speak, right?” he drawled, one eye sliding open to meet hers. “i don’t bite. not hard, at least.”

she blinked, then turned back around slowly. “well,” she said, dry, “i know you don’t like people yapping your ear off.”

he gave a quiet, amused huff. “i make exceptions sometimes.”

that earned a small, surprised smile from her. she stepped a little closer. “you’re in a generous mood.”

“i’m horizontal in a sunbeam with tea delivered to me daily. hard not to be,” he said with a lazy shrug. then, as his gaze lingered on her face, his expression shifted slightly. less teasing, almost softer. “you look tense.”

her grin faltered, and her eyebrows knit together. “huh?”

he sat up a bit more, closing the book and setting it on the worn coffee table. “you’ve got that look. like you’re about five seconds from snapping a pencil in half.”

“i do not,” she said a little too quickly, her gaze shifting away from his.

“you do,” he said, eyeing her. “so? what’s chewing on you this time? school?” he reached forwards, picking up the tea cup and taking a sip as he awaited her answer.

she hesitated, letting the silence between them stretch. the steam from her cup curled around her face and she felt her cheeks flushing. the weight of his attention was heavier than she’d expected. but it wasn’t unwelcome. not exactly. she sighed and rubbed at her temple. “yeah. it’s ancient magic. i’ve read the same page about six times now and i still can’t grasp the concept.”

leona raised an eyebrow at her, sitting a little further upright. “which part?”

“all of it?” she muttered dryly. “i’m behind in my class. and it’s like they expect me to just get it. i’m not from this world, i didn’t grow up learning about magic, but i’m supposed to act this like it’s common sense.” she sighed, then eyed him warily. “why are you even asking?”

“because you look ready to explode, and i’m trying to enjoy my nap. you pacing around upstairs is interrupting my sleep.”

she rolled her eyes. “glad to know your naps are top priority.”

“they are. but,” he started, and then yawned, stretching his arms above his head. “ancient magic you say? you should have just led with that. i could help, it’s my best subject after all,” he says with a prideful smirk. “bring it down here, herbivore. i’ll take a look at it.”

that surprised her. “i- you- what? you’re offering to tutor me?”

he waved her off. “don’t get weird about it. faster we get it done faster i can nap peacefully. do you want my help or not?”

she stared at him for a second, then finally set her mug down on the table next to him. “…yeah. okay. i’ll be right back.” she turned on her heel and started off upstairs. leona leaned his head back against the couch and let his eyes slip shut again, the ghost of a grin tugging at his mouth.

he had said it was just to get her to quiet down and stop pacing, but… maybe he didn’t mind her company after all.

[merakiui]

mera....my goat......

mayhaps yan silver with #32? silver who you've always assumed is just one of those recurring dream characters, until you start paying too much attention to your 'real' life... ??

idk there's not a ton of yan silver content out there and i feel like he would be so so scrumptious in your style ehehehe

😼🙏 one yan Silver coming up~ I listened to Kikuoworld album while writing this, so I hope the whimsy can be felt. <3

(cw: yandere, gender neutral reader, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, obsession, surreal dreams)

(monstrously yandere prompts)

DREAM JOURNAL; LOG 01 - the umbrella and the birthday cake rainstorm.

When you step outside, a three-tiered birthday cake comes falling from the sky. It lands in front of you in a smattering of buttercream frosting. Its rainbow of fondant flowers and sugar lace trimming are immediately squashed from the impact. Above you, dozens more come careening towards the earth, smacking into the awning. Frosting drips in syrupy trails from the roof, trickling into a puddle of sweetness.

You look on with a confusion that is palpable. The forecast didn’t call for rain.

Unexpected weather aside, you didn’t think to bring an umbrella. Normally you’re always prepared for these things, but a cake storm wasn’t on the list for today.

You wonder if you can run the way back to your dorm without getting drenched in cake crumbles and cream. A slice of cake is fine, but if a whole cake hits you over the head… You’d like to avoid that, if possible.

So you stick your hand out as if testing for rain droplets. A cake sliver lands on your palm, perfectly intact and preserved. You sample some for yourself and immediately cringe. That’s not your favorite flavor of cake. Too much cream. Or maybe not enough. Were you even holding cake just now? Because suddenly nothing’s there, your palm is dry, and it’s still raining steadily beyond the steps.

You sigh and resign yourself to your fate. A fate that’s filled with cake. There are worse things.

Preparing yourself for the sugary onslaught, you take one confident step out from under the awning and…

You’re dry.

You look up and notice an umbrella has taken residence above your head, shielding you from the downpour of slices. Sprinkles trickle off the cake-proof umbrella like multicolored droplets. When you look to your left, you find a silver-haired man standing there, his arm outstretched as he holds firm to the umbrella’s handle.

“Oh.” You notice he has the prettiest eyes, and for a second you’re so lost in them that you forget he’s watching you. “Um, thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m just happy to have noticed you before you made a run for it. If you don’t mind, I’ll walk you back.”

“No, not at all. Thank you.” You search the silence for his name, but all you get is a stoic nod.

As you walk home, the lumpy piles of birthday cake melt onto the pavement. Eventually, they’re nothing but rotten slop that attracts all kinds of insects and animals.

A trail of them follows behind you and this peculiar man.

“This is me,” you say upon approaching Ramshackle Dorm, which looks less like its name and more like a luxury apartment.

You turn to acknowledge him, but he’s not there.

The umbrella remains suspended in the air, as if some invisible force is continuing to hold it.

The birthday cake rainstorm is gone just like that.

DREAM JOURNAL; LOG 02 - the shark(?) and the surgeon.

Somehow you’ve washed ashore.

Half of you, anyways.

There is nothing left of you from your waist down, your legs bitten off in one ravenous chomp. You’re certain it was from a shark, but then maybe it was an eel or a sea turtle—but turtles don’t have a maw of sharp, jagged teeth.

That doesn’t matter right now. You’re bleeding out and coloring the golden beach in a fatal shade of red.

You take in a ragged breath, shut your eyes, and decide this is fine. Everything is fine. You’re fine.

When you open your eyes, the silver-haired man is kneeling above you.

“Don’t move,” he says, already threading string through the needle. “I’ll help you.”

It occurs to you that he’s about to sew your lower half back on. How he managed to get it, you don’t know. Somehow he reads your mind, for his next words answer that question.

“The lamprey was kind enough to give it back.”

So it was a lamprey????

You blink up at him. “T-Thank…”

“Don’t push yourself.” And then he smiles a soft, sincere smile, one that matches the light in his eyes. “You’re going to be okay.”

When he touches your cheek, suddenly the sun isn’t so searing and the waves aren’t so choppy. Suddenly, you’re at peace with everything. You feel like liquid as you lay on the beach, a doll stitched up with string.

He fills each of your legs with sea glass and sand so that you won’t flop over when the next marine creature wants to display you on their coral mantle.

“How do you feel?” he asks after the operation has concluded. He helps you to sit up, one hand at your lower back to keep you steady. When he looks at you, you feel like you’re the only human in the world and he’s an alien peering in at Terra’s Last Homo Sapien (New Exhibit!).

You reach for him. “What’s your name?”

He opens his mouth and says—

It’s carried away on a gust of wind.

DREAM JOURNAL; LOG 03 - the day of the absentee shadow.

What is this one about?

Oh, right.

It’s the day your shadow pulled itself out from beneath your feet and disappeared. The laws of this world dictate that everyone needs a shadow. If you don’t have one, one will be found for you. Replacement shadows. The echo of a shadow. A person filling in for a shadow. Everyone needs to work, even shadows.

Your shadow is silver. It’s a beautiful color that shimmers when caught in the light, but you only ever catch it in your peripheral and then it’s gone.

Your shadow is more like a stalker.

It creeps after you, a slow crawl across the terrain. It follows your every move. It waits for you, always a few steps behind. This shadow has eyes and a mouth. It smiles at you in the dark, but you can’t see that.

“You’re doing a rubbish job,” you say, knowing your shadow is listening.

They really should fire the guy who’s working temporarily as your shadow.

He’s not very good at it.

Your own shadow isn’t supposed to scare you.

It’s the projection of a second shadow that should.

The shadow that shouldn’t be there.

DREAM JOURNAL; LOG 04 - fever dream.

You’re sick.

You bathe in tubs of soup. You suck the salt from your sweat and cry blood. You lean over to find the bucket at your bedside and you empty your guts in an ugly, retching wheeze. You sit up in bed like a reanimated corpse and cough out one of your lungs.

You slip in and out of the folds of a strange dream.

Heat. And then cold. Blankets off. You’re awake.

But then you’re sleeping. Blankets back on. You feel a warm compress drape itself over your forehead. Someone rubs their knuckles against your cheek.

“Get well soon,” the flowers left at your bedside whisper, petals fluttering against your lashes.

You laugh at the sun, which isn’t really a sun but a singular eyeball peering down at you. “My imagination is so wild,” you say, or maybe you think it. The grass is so soft here. You never want to wake up. Here, the cotton candy clouds weep caramel and the trees sway in jovial greeting.

You’re awake again. The curtains have been shut. You rest your head against the pillow once more.

You’re lying on your back in the grass. Silver rabbits jump over you, making a game out of how high they can jump if they get a running start. It’s so peaceful here. The stream is crisp and clear, babbling softly over water-worn stones.

The sky is silver. The grass is silver. The rabbits are still silver. It’s all silver.

Silver.

You wake to find the silver-haired man standing at the end of your bed.

He smiles. “I’m not so imaginary anymore, my darling.”

You blink and you’re back asleep.

It’s so quiet.

Are you still dreaming?

[pomefioredove]

hey hey, claudette! nice twst-cafe! can i please order a chocolate cookie #3 with frosting and powdered sugar :3? happy holidaysssss

hii I had fun with this (it turned out to be kinda silly but BEAR WITH ME!!)

order #3, chocolate with frosting, powdered sugar

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ cat cafe

summary: heartslabyul's poor attempt at cheering you up tropes: only one bed couch, coffee shop au characters: che'nya additional info: romantic or platonic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu

"Well. This was a bad idea,"

"YOU'RE ONLY REALIZING THIS NOW?!"

Ace cringes at Riddle's reddening face, and he looks to his friends for help.

Deuce is busy decorating the foyer, stringing up fairy lights and streamers. He shrugs as Riddle chases Ace around the room, shouting and chastising him.

Trey comes out of the kitchen with a tray of tiny tea cakes, Cater following with a few cups of coffee (trendy latte art included!)

"What's the problem?" Trey asks. "Ace, what did you break?"

"WHAT? NOTHING!"

"Grim got out," Deuce says plainly, stepping down the ladder. "And the Prefect's due at any second. Sam can't stall them forever."

Trey sets down the cakes and cradles his chin in his palm, calmly contemplating the situation while Riddle continues chasing Ace around the room. "Well, this is certainly a problem. How can we have a cat cafe with no cat?"

"HELLO? WHO CARES ABOUT GRIM! SOMEONE REIGN IN THE HOUSEWARDEN!"

"Riddle," Trey says. "We need Ace to help us find Grim. Collaring him won't help anyone."

Riddle finally relents, plopping down on the couch with a frustrated hmph!

Ace collapses on the floor.

"He's... just concerned about the Prefect," Trey tries, much to Ace's annoyance.

Cater puts aside the coffee cups he was carrying. "Well, we're not gonna find Grim just sitting around here. If we all split up, we can cover campus. I'll DM for some backup,"

Trey nods, helping Ace to his feet, and the four of them follow him to the door.

"Sam'll keep them busy for a few more minutes, at the least. Let's not waste any time,"

The five Heartslabyul helpers split off in five different directions from Ramshackle's door, determined to make their final minutes of preparation count.

Unfortunately, it was more like their final seconds. After an impossibly long sales pitch from Sam (who else could manage to spin a potato-flavored soda into a two hour discussion?) you dragged yourself back to Ramshackle's door, pulling out your key- only to find it unlocked already.

Can't be good, you think, but when you come inside, it's...

...Well, clean. And pleasantly warm. And everything smells like coffee and vanilla. And there's cat-shaped confetti everywhere. And...

...No Grim. No one at all, actually.

"...Grim?" you call out. "Ace? Deuce? You guys upstairs?"

No reply. Maybe they're going to surprise you? You take a seat on one of the sofas and wait.

And wait.

And... wait.

Finally, you figure the coffee is getting cold, so you help yourself to a cup. And the desserts are going to go bad if they're left out too long, so you have a few treats. Definitely Trey's baking, but no Trey.

It's felt like half an hour when you hear humming over your head.

"Guys?" you ask, but there's no one beside you, or behind you.

"One "guy", actually," the hum says. "All alone, are you?"

More NRC nonsense. You nod, anyhow.

"Pity. A party with no playthings, a cat cafe with no cats... except, ah, that's right. Me!"

There's suddenly a weight on your shoulders, and you look up to see Che'nya sitting on the back of the sofa behind you, both legs slung over your body.

"Hello, again. You look just as lost as when I met you, even in your own home. How mad!"

You blink, wide-eyed, and he boops your nose.

"I was invited, at your behest- not as a cat, but as a guest- though, as it goes, I suppose I may as well fill both roles?"

"You- I-"

He slips down to sit at your side, poking at your perplexed expression. "I can purr, if you'd like. You'll have to ask nicely, though, and in iambic pentameter!"

It's hard to tell whether or not he's being serious- especially with that smile of his. He drapes himself over your lap.

"...Thank you," you manage, patting his head. He purrs, despite all of the terms and conditions he'd just given you.

"Oh, no need, it's for the others. They're worrying themselves sick, thinking they're going to miss that surprised look on your face when you see all this! Though... I suppose it's a bit late for that. I'll have to describe it to them, hm?"

"...Poor guys,"

"They'll live," he says, curtly, encouraging you to pet him more by leaning into the touch of your hand.

You scratch behind his ears and he bites at your fingers, though they're only playful nips (Grim likes it when you pet there, after all, and aren't most cat-creatures the same? ...Er, maybe you should keep that thought to yourself).

It's nice, for a time. You wonder what it would have been like, if things had gone according to plan; all of your friends, eating and laughing and shouting and fighting and... perhaps this is a bit better. But only a bit.

Che'nya does nothing but nip at your hand when you're not petting him, and purr when you are. He picks at the fuzzies and dust bunnies on the ancient, decomposing couch, and lets them float away in the indoor draft.

Curious, how the unexpected, unexplainable chaos of things going wrong can actually be the most calming path to take.

It's been a chaotic week. But... this is welcomed chaos.

Somewhere between your third tea cake and your first finger sandwich, you fall asleep, comforted by the warmth in your lap and the fullness of your stomach.

"PREFECT!"

OW!

You hit your head on something hard, fully awake in a half-second just to feel the hurt on your forehead. You had bumped against Ace when you shot up in bed, and he was, too, cradling his bruised head in his hand.

"Ah- are you okay?" you ask, and he ignores you.

"How long have you been here?!"

You glance around the room- you're in bed, in your room, in your school clothes, though you were sure you'd dozed off downstairs...

And here are Deuce, Riddle, Trey, and Cater- but no Che'nya.

"I-I don't know. I suppose I got home around six..."

The boys breathe a sigh of collective relief. "Then we're only a few minutes late,"

"A few minutes?" you ask, sitting up in bed. "I'm sure it's been much longer than that."

"We left just before six to find this thing," Trey taps his watch.

Riddle holds up a struggling Grim. "LEMME GO! I DON'T WANNA BE NO PET!"

You blink, and Ace clears his throat, clearly trying not to burst into laughter. "He was trying to hide in the cafeteria- he got stuck in a teapot!"

"Was a really big one, too," Trey mutters. "Ahem- anyway- we came back just now and noticed someone had eaten half the food, the drinks were all gone, and you were asleep up here."

You rub your head again, brain still fuzzy and foggy from sleep. "...Did Che'nya not explain?"

The boys go silent and still, looking between each other.

"...Che'nya? He's not here," Riddle starts, tentatively. "He was invited, but he said RSA has their midterm exams this week. He never came."

You laugh. "But he was here. He must have taken me upstairs when I fell asleep, and eaten all that food- I barely had a bite!"

Your friends all exchange frightened looks, and then their eyes fall on you, sparkling with suspicion, as if you had gone mad.

"...Alright, then" Ace says. "Uh, I'll get you an icepack for your head."

"I'll go with him," Deuce continues.

"I'll bring up some painkillers," Trey murmurs.

"I'll put on tea! I knew coffee was a bad idea!" Riddle announces, following after the three.

You look between them as the leave, one by one. Before Cater can follow, you call out. "But he was here. You believe me, right?"

"Aw, hon, you've had a long week," Cater says, smiling sympathetically. "I'm sure it was just a weird dream."

He leaves, and somewhere, above your head, you hear humming.

This is going to be an interesting night.

[sparklystarrrr]

cannn i request the first years reactions to a yuu whos a daughter of zeus and therefore a princess :3 i thought your bio was very fitting

Okay so story relating to this: in middle school my friends would tease me and say I was related to Zeus or some random Greek God — lwk cringy but whatever

Miss Goddess

Synopsis: The first years find out you’re… Zeus’s daughter??!!

Contains: First Years x Fem! Greek God! Reader, some characters may be ooc, established relationships in all, a tiny bit of cursing

Ace Trappola~

As Ace does daily, he's on his way to Ramshackle after Riddle is "lenient" and only banishes him from the dorm this time and doesn't collar him for breaking yet another rule. How predictable. The young boy has a lazy smirk on his face while he screams for the pretty prefect of Ramshackle"Yo! Babe! Are you home or what?!" He belts. He bangs on the door expecting an answer in a millisecond.

He feels a sudden shift in the air around him. The hair on his arms stood on end. There was crackling and popping noises coming from left and right. BANG. Right next to him, an angry bolt of lightning “AGH!- What the fuck was that, lightning?!” Behind the door he heard stomping footsteps. The door opened to a clearly angry (y/n). Her normally set hair was slightly wet from the calming shower she was rudely interrupted from. The frilly nightgown she wore was slightly damp from her dripping (h/c) locks.

“That’s my lighting, idiot. Now get inside, you rudely interrupted my everything shower. Don’t you understand a princess needs her relaxation time??” Clearly (y/n) had gained her father’s thundering rage. “You’re lucky I didn’t strike you, because I would’ve.” 

“Your lightning?! The hell does that mean?” 

“Huh? You didn’t know? My dad’s Zeus, dummy.”

Ace didn’t believe it for a second. He tried holding back his laughter as much as possible, but nothing would hold back the cackle bubbling up in his throat. “Hah! Oh geez man… Y’know, you’re really good at makin’ jokes.”

(Y/n) only looked at him with more thundering anger. Her hand rested on his shoulder and with a tight squeeze- *ZAP*

“Ack! What the hell?!” He yelped. “Don’t question my godhood!” The (h/c)ette retorted. His red eyes squinted, suddenly glinting in disbelief.”What??” He said under his breath. The goddess looked a him confused,”Yeah? How else do you think I got these powers?”

It was probably the first time he’d ever been stunned to silence. All he could do was stand slack jawed.”No way…” “Yes way?” “Does this mean you can electrocute Housewarden Rosehearts-“ “NO!!” it’s safe to say he got struck by her lightning again.

Deuce Spade~

Deuce was sent to Sam’s Mystery Shop by Trey for a baking project they were doing since it was some random Heartslabyul student's birthday tomorrow. The dorm had been running quite low on things like eggs, flour and milk. All was well and peaceful while Deuce walked back to his dorm, until, for the second time this school year, some random students decided to pick a fight.

Though the blue haired boy tried his hardest to hold back, he resorted back to yelling once they crushed the eggs and made the carton of milk explode onto the concrete. It really seemed like the people targeting him wouldn't let him live down his rebellious faze in Middle School... Behind Deuce who sat nearly in tears on the ground surrounded by the three students laughing above him, there was the loud sound of heels clicking against the smooth concrete.

(y/n) came charging in god-like fury. With the snap of her fingers, the three students were trapped under a cage of lightning bolts"You little titans don't get to talk to my boyfriend like that. Now get back to your dorms before I call your Housewarden." The furious glint in her (e/c) eyes was enough to get them running away in terror. Not after getting tortured with zapping pains all over from the lighting, of course.

Deuce sat quietly on the floor. He stared at the lightning bolt built cage, up to (y/n) and then at the mess around him. Luckily the flour didn't explode open.. right? "How did you do that?" He asked quietly while getting lifted to his feet with the help of his (h/c) haired girlfriend,"What do you mean? The lightning cage?" He nodded silently. "Ohh, well I'm a goddess. Zeus is my dad!" His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "Y-you're a- what?!"

"Yeah yeah I know, kinda an odd time to tell you, sorry I kept it from you.." She giggled softly with a hint of shame that she didn't tell him sooner. "No no no, it's okay babe, I just uh... wasn't expecting THAT.."He scratched the back of his neck while breathing out a small chuckle. "This won't change anything right?" She spoke softly. "Change anything? Absolutely not. You're like.. really cool... N-not that you weren't before though! I have a goddess girlfriend, damn..." He said under his breath while you giggled at his antics.

"Alright Deucey. Now lets go replace those groceries. I bet Trey was expecting you to be back a few minutes ago, no?" He smiled rather contently. A pink blush bloomed on his cheeks,"Yeah, lets go!"

Jack Howl~

It was early this morning. 5:00 AM to be exact. Jack was already getting ready for his daily morning run. He quietly slipped from the Savanaclaw doors to run around the whole dorm ground. Once he stepped outside onto the dirt ground he felt a drip of rain.

He looked at the weather app on his phone. ‘Huh? It’s not supposed to be raining..?’ He thought to himself. He wasn’t a huge fan of wetness- being a canine and all, but he didn’t want to let that distract him from his run. He had to be physically healthy and strong!

Stronger rain drops fell on his skin and drenched his ears and tail. He felt like a wet dog. There was grumbling thunder and dashes of lightning in the sky. It smelled like irritation and anger. His ears perked to the sides at the sound of thumping feet from inside the dorm.

There stood (y/n), angry, in her pajamas, and a gray storm cloud above her head. Her arms folded over her chest as she pouted.”Are you okay (y/n)?” The boy said worriedly. ,”Why is there a cloud above your head? You smell like lightning too, why?” Her pout only grew. “Zeus is my dad. Now, as your princess, can you please come back to bed. It’s too early.” She said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

All Jack could do was breathe out a chuckle,”Alright, but only for an hour.” (Y/n) pouted at his words. Before she could utter another word, he swooped in and pressed a small peck on her lips. His small act cleared up the dark storm and added a pink flush to her cheeks. His tail wagged. She grabbed his large hand “Fine… but tomorrow you’re not getting up until I let you.”

"Whatever you say (y/n)..." He chuckled. The large young boy let her drag him inside and back to bed, comfy and cozy while basking in the sun produced from her content heart. The muscular boy turned to her,"So about what you said earlier, you're really Zeus's daughter?" The girl's eyes peered open, "Yeah... now go back to bed..." He grunted in affirmation while pulling her closer to his chest, suddenly recognizing the buzzing feeling of her fingertips on his skin from her lightning.

Epel Felmier~

Epel was having a rather rough time. He was trying his very best to get stronger, burlier, more muscular. it didn't help that his girlfriend was insanely strong without even having to do anything. (Y/n) was able to lift up MULTIPLE TREES out from the ground... all he could do was pick her up and swing around a shovel while gardening.

As much as he saw (y/n) as so cool for being so strong, he'd only wish to be as strong as her. He felt a bit insecure.

"Heya darlin', uh, how'd ya get so strong?" He questioned after building up the courage in his bathroom mirror. (Y/n) turned to him,”Huh? I didn’t do anything?” Now Epel just felt like she was flexing on him — HOW DARE SHE.

He felt himself getting a bit irritated at being held back from the secret to the girl’s strength. “Nah nah, be real (y/n).” All she could do was furrow her brows and squint her (e/c) eyes in confusion at him,”I am telling the truth Epel. I literally didn’t even do anything!” She put her hands up as if she had nothing else to say.

“Yeah? Then how’d ya suddenly become able to lift dagum trees n’ stuff?? Ain’t that stuff superhuman?” “How did you find out I was a goddess?” “I-… Come again..?!”

The lavender haired boy was in utter disbelief and shock. “Yeah, Zeus is my dad!”(Y/n) just looked at him normally like it was common to be related to the KING OF ALL GODS. ”Is that why yer so strong..?” His voice was just above a mumble.

“Yup! I can take you to him one day to train, I was just born like this though.” The boy was in deep confusion on how his girlfriend was so easily saying she’d take him to the King of Gods and train under him. How’d he even manage to do this in his life time?? “M-MEET HIM??!! Darlin’ you gotta start talkin’ serious, I’m still processin’ that yer some goddess princess and I’m DATIN’ ya!”

The (h/c)ette let out a charming giggle,”Hah! Don’t even worry, he already knows about you —let’s just go meet him now to get it over with!” “H-hey!! You gotta be kiddin’ around here” “Nope!!” “AGHH—“ He screeched with a notable voice crack while you dragged him away.

Sebek Zigvolt~

This was yet another day where something was getting in the way of Sebek’s duty of protecting Malleus and (y/n). His Lord, and his lovely human girlfriend. Human, or so he thought. He couldn’t assist Malleus with anything since he was currently on his way to save (y/n). Why you ask? She’d fallen and hurt herself. It was just the ground scraping against the delicate skin of her legs when she fell, but to Sebek, this was life or death.

”Dear Human! However did this happen?! What has caused such distress?!!” He shrieked while lifting her into his arms. “I’m alright Seb, It’s not like I can die~” She giggled. He sputtered in utter disbelief at her words.”H-Human! Such an unacceptable mindset. All humans come to their inevitable end one day! You are no acception!” All the girl could do was giggle into his chest.

“You really don’t know? I’d think you’d pick up on it by now..”

His soul physically shuddered at her words.”I- What?? What do you mean by that, dear human.” He had no clue what he didn’t know, and it worried him.”I’m a goddess Seb. Zeus’s daughter. I’m not gonna die by small scratches on my knees.” 

His shock nearly made him drop her. He didn’t know what to do with this information. He was for once, speechless. “You’re a… GODDESS?!! WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED EARLIER!!!” He was internally panicking. He was reminding himself of all the times he disrespected her before their relationship because he saw her as a mere human. He was DEVASTATED to put it lightly. “This is a cause for great punishment. I deeply apologize-“ “SEB STOP!” He obediently stopped.

The boy was on the verge if tears. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He just held (y/n) tight as if she would fall and get hurt. (y/n)? she was suffocating under his grip.”S-seb… you’re crushing me… ugh…” “A PRINCESS MUST BE HELD AT THE HIGHEST REGARD. LET ME DO MY JOB AS YOUR KNIGHT, YOUR HIGHNESS!!!” Oh yeah, he’s (y/n)’s new appointed knight. As if he wasn’t already acting like her knight before this.

Later on she’d have to busy herself with getting him to stop calling her “your highness” and getting him to step away from training for a few minutes to cuddle since he felt the need to punish himself… Poor boy didn’t feel like he deserved cuddles… He doesn’t completely waver his duty for Malleus, but he will make sure he NEVER questions his duty for (y/n).

I love the first years so much they're literally my boys (yes I gave Deucey boy some love I think he deserves it I love him deeply)

I ate half a box of Cherios while writing this I think I gained a pound or two in cereal alone

[siphoklansan]

Siphok Character Sheet!✨

short comic under the cut!

SPOILERS FOR TWISTED WONDERLAND’S (JP) HALLOWEEN EVENT, AND SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 3 TWISTED WONDERLAND (OCTAVINELLE)

⋆˚࿔ design notes 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Her striped vest is similar to that of Skully’s! I don’t play TWST JP but I heard a theory that Skully might be a Ramshackle Dorm student, so I decided to give her a matching vest.

That said, I removed her grey vest because it was too similar to Octavinelle’s.

While she has a few bunny motifs (the shoes), she’s actually pretty mouse coded! Siphok reminds me of little desert mice or field mice🫶

⋆˚࿔ trivia 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Her dominant hand is her left hand, but she can be ambidextrous in doing certain tasks.

Nobody in Night Raven College is aware that she is Crowley’s henchman. They just think she’s a teacher’s pet lmao but she takes care of a few “dirty” works that Crowley gives her, in exchange for money. Those dirty works include investigating overblots, investigating (basically spying on) some students, doing things outside of campus hours and/or campus grounds, and even delivering students to his feet (dragging their ass to punishment).

She is also the handyman of NRC because Crowley doesn’t like to call her a janitor.

Siphok doesn’t have magic, so she makes up for her physical strength. She’s strong, agile, and used to do Muay Thai back in her home-world.

I dislike the thought of her being in a vulnerable position, lacking magic and all, so I imagine her martial prowess to be on par with Silver/Sebek. I worry for my girl okay😔☝️

Siphok is pretty selfless, and some might even call her dumb for that, because she would jump into danger without a second thought- whether it be to rescue somebody or not.

⋆˚࿔ backstory 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

She is Jun-Pa’s missing soul that has grown a physical body in a different world.

Siphok lives in a happy family in her world, so not much to say there.

Okay now, I actually have a reason why she doesn’t wear gloves- this goes ALLL the way back to her beta design too!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SIPHONA

My ass just likes the idea of Leona offering his gloves to her is all😔🙏 can you blame me tho

She’s a handyman, so she has to work around machinery across NRC a lot- like a personal mechanic.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥FLOYDHOK

mama a professor trein behind YOU❤️

I love Floyd looking soft. You couldn’t imagine the scream I let out when I saw his new birthday card. I was having a bad day at military training too and his soft look cheered me up so much lawd im down bad💀

[mysteryshoptls]

R Ace Trappola - Tsumsitter Voice Lines

Tsumsitter Ace does not have a vignette.

Summon Line: What's with all that smirking? Oh, you think it's funny this tsum looks like me, huh... Ever think that maaaaybe it might not just be someone else's problem to laugh about for long?

Groooovy!!: Even with your tiny little hands you're not that bad at magic tricks, Tsum. Still got a ways to go on your techniques, though

Home: Yeah, yeah, keep a lid on it, tsum.

Home Idle 1: Hey, tsum, stop tryin' to climb my basketball. I can't practice my shooting at all.

Home Idle 2: The tsum came to Ramshackle again? Ooh, hey, your dorm's pretty empty, right? Soooo, can'tcha just let it stay there?

Home Idle 3: Tsum, you better not even think about gettin' cheeky with Vil-senpai. He'll wring you and hang you out to dry... And I'll probably get dragged into it somehow, too!

Home Idle - Login: Hey, don'tcha think this tsum's a bit too sassy? I take my eyes off it for one second, and it's just off doin' whatever. Sometimes it just doesn't even listen to a word I say... I don't wanna keep lookin' after this thing.

Home Tap 1: The tsum's actually pretty handy when it comes to putting dishes away. I guess when it comes to things like that, we're pretty similar.

Home Tap 2: Looks like Trey-senpai and his tsum're getting along real swell... Ughhh, maaaan. I wish I had a low maintenance tsum too!

Home Tap 3: Maybe it's just me, but I feel like Jamil-senpai's tsum is really keepin' an eye on everything that's going on around it. Really feels like I'm being watched.

Home Tap 4: Was the Headmage actually looking into how to deal with these tsums? I bet he was just thinkin' he'd hoist them onto us whenever they'd show up.

Home Tap 5: Sure, you can look after the tsum, but you better not ever let go of it. This little guy's real cunning, so it's a huuuge pain to try'n catch it.

Requested by @thelonepearl.

[hanafubukki]

for no other reason that i'd love seeing malleus and lilia freak out over you (men who keep it together SNAPPING when they see their loved one hurt? hell yes gimme), please imagine you visiting diasomnia dorm and accidentally take poison that was snuck to harm malleus.

i was replaying book 4 recently and remembered jamil taste-tests everything, but i don't remember his retainers doing the same... malleus probably grew some immunity due to lilia's cooking lolol jkjk ok but i wonder if he ever was under that eye... granted he's powerful enough that barely anyone would dare, but there must be someone who wants him gone, like, look at rollo lol that man had no fear.

so yeah, you're just doing your thing, hanging out and talking malleus' ears off while he's grabbed a snack or something, and maybe he playfully shoves the spoon into your mouth as he teases you "breathe, child of man" with a grin on his face (you know the one, the one he does when you poke him too much in the home screen and he says he'll "overlook your rudeness". sir you are not fooling anyone. you love getting our attention. ANYWAYS—). lilia's there, leaning on the counter chuckling while you roll your eyes, playing along–

and then your mouth goes numb. at first is your tongue, so you blink in confusion, not fully registering what's happening. malleus stares at you in confusion as well while lilia's the one narrowing his eyes now.

next it's your jaw that numbs, and you touch your face feeling a pang of worry–it's the next second, when it becomes hard to breathe, that panic sets in. and it sets in hard. you're clawing at your throat while your body fights for air as you panic. you hear the clang of a plate and the rustling of robes near you, and your vision is full of black and neon green as malleus' form covers you, trying to see and find what is wrong.

lilia is too familiar with said attempts, having been acquainted with nobility and a senate that hated his guts for centuries, plus the tensions among the fae kingdom centuries past. one touch to the food numbs his finger and he immediately knows, so he's out in a flash to find crewel's office where he knows there might be what he needs.

bonus points if the antidote is administered via kiss because you can't swallow it and cough it out :3

the fun part though (to me, i am not sorry lol) would be malleus going absolutely ballistic to the point where there is a storm on the whole school. maybe the island, even while lilia looks one step away from going back into general–mode. "maybe it's time i pull my old weapon out." "father, please don't."

(sebek and silver are your friends too so they'd be pissed off as well, or if you're into a whole polycule you can imagine them freaking out as well.)

but now everyone in the diasomnia dorm is under heavy scrutiny. who'd have the balls to try and go poison malleus draconia? someone with a deathwish, that's who. though now you get pampered to death by them, including some open heart talk about malleus feeling guilty you took the hit for him, albeit accidentally.

if you want the lite version with no poison, just pampering and no snapping, just imagine malleus giving you a cold or the flu, except he doesn't get it himself. his body just doesn't feel the symptoms because he's that powerfully built, but you do get it from him (does this make sense? no, i personally think the virus would avoid him alltogether but let's just go with the flow (flu, heh) here) and you fall sick in his presence a few days later, red and feverish–passing out on him on the couch, too! you didn't want to stay at ramshackle and rest when he'd been looking forward to hanging out with his favourite people, so you just popped some meds and went out anyways. congrats, now you'll be pampered to death as well! maybe literally, if lilia insists on making that soup...

(me personally i prefer the poison one because desperation + love is delicious. plus the antidote giving through a kiss. clichés are in my blood. though i'd also love the other way around where you save malleus instead, i admit it's hard for me to imagine a poison that's able to get that man at all... but hey maybe there is one! or lilia's the one that gets it accidentally. that would make both you and malleus go absolutely feral on the spot, and silver? oh boy. yeah you three are out for blood. sebek for once would be the calmest of the group while still being pretty pissed off about the whole ordeal.

but hey now you get to pamper your old man or prince a little bit! :D)

YESSS ANONIE YESSSS 🥳🫶🙌

ALL OF THIS

I love when the calm/happy ones snap. You know you’re out of luck when that happens. Whoever dared?? Their days are numbered big time.

And something caused by poison?? When it was meant for another? 🤌 yes give it to me.

I feel Malleus would have a poison resistance that he accumulates over the years. And even if his dorm is filled with mostly supporters and those who worship him, it doesn’t mean there isn’t anyone that doesn’t want to hurt him or the others.

There can be many reasons. Maybe they hate his stance with humans? Maybe they want to hurt Lilia. It could be an aftermath of his OB.

But either way, you have been harmed and that cannot be. An innocent who was a friend (or maybe something more) to them and they dare harm you?

And for Malleus to have “basically fed” you that poison? Oh the guilt and the horror.

Lilia, from experience alone, probably has a panacea or the ingredients needed. If not, crewel’s lab is getting raided. How could he have let this happen? How could he lower his guard like this? All of this he’ll have to reflect on later. Even now, enemies are in his shadows.

Administrating the antidote through kiss? Yesss

Forcing your mouth open and making you drink it. Slowly rubbing your throat to make sure it goes down.

Crewel and Vil are called to check up on you. While Lilia? He’s using his UM to find answers.

His eyes glow wine red. The shadows around him spreads. He is eerily quiet. He is hunting now.

Anything with a kiss always has me kicking my feet, I don’t care how cliche it is. I will eat it up like it’s a fine course meal and I have been starving 💞💞

Diasomnia is going to be extra protective of you for the next coming weeks minimum. Get ready to be cuddled 🥰🥰

Delicious, so delicious, thank you for this meal Anonie 🥰🥰

[writtenbyshama]

Long Way Home [Part V]

[Azriel x Reader fanfic]

Synopsis: Y/n is the daughter of a healer in the city of Velaris. After a small incident, she moves to the House of the Wind to work for the High Lord, Rhysand. Everyone in the house seems to welcome her except Azriel, the second in command. Even though he is just blankly polite and does not acknowledge her much, she can't help but fall for him. Does Azriel return her feelings or remain unfeelingly aloof?

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Read Part 1 here.

Read Part 2 here.

Read Part 3 here.

Read Part 4 here.

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Part V

Two weeks before Star fall, we were all having dinner in one of the open terraces as it was a clear night. Nesta and Elaine weren't present, since they were at their former estate in the human world for some work. 

There was the usual chatter and bickering going on, and I was laughing at something Feyre said when my eyes landed on Azriel.

I didn't understand why it was that moment. Maybe it was because I had finally accepted my feelings for him, or maybe it was destined by fate. Or maybe it was because Elaine wasn't there to draw his gaze. Nevertheless, in that moment, I knew.

"Mate." I said in a low voice. 

The chatter died down, the rest of the table's eyes on us. I noticed a slow, weak pulse within me, a bond that connected me to him. I could see in his eyes that he was aware of it too. 

I didn't know what to think, I never thought that this moment would come to be. 

I was still trying to untangle my thoughts when he abruptly stood up. His expression had gone blank. We all watched as he recalled his shadows towards himself as he strode down to the terrace wall and jumped, flying away. 

There was a long stretch of silence, broken by Amren. "What a fool."

Cassian slapped a hand to his forehead. "Az..."

Well. 

I stood up on shaky legs, my face burning hot. The weak pulse of the bond went even weaker as he flew away from me. I had never thought that we would be mates, and what's more, he would reject me like this. Feyre and Rhys were looking at me with the pity I didn't want. 

"Goodbye, then."

I turned on my heel and ran to my quarters. Grabbing the last of my things, I threw them in my satchel and wore it over my shoulder. When I turned to leave, Rhys was in the doorway. 

"Y/n, please. Stay," he implored. "He's just a little confused, that's all."

"Oh please," I tried to walk out but he blocked the exit.

Taking a deep breath, I looked him in the eye. I had not started crying. Not yet. Not here, not now. "Rhysand, if you've ever once cared about me, please let me go."

He stood there for a moment longer, but moved eventually. I knew how to winnow myself to other places, but it required a focused and calm mind, neither of which I had at that moment. In the end, Rhysand flew me to my house in the city as per my request. 

When I unlocked the door, father wasn't there. I lit a few lamps and took a seat at the kitchen table. I wrote him a letter where I explained everything that had transpired and my intention to go to the villa that very night. I put the letter in an envelope and left it on the table for him to see. 

After it was done, I extinguished the lamps and sat there in the dark, the satchel on my lap. Closing my eyes, I took slow, deep breaths and brought my mind to a state where I could focus on winnowing. Soon enough, the darkness felt changed and I was in the living room of the villa.

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This property wasn't fully developed when it had been passed down to my father. He hadn't taken much notice of it either, but after we both healed from our wing scars, we lived here for many years before he started practising in Velaris. 

In those years, we demolished the ramshackle wooden structure and built a two story villa suffused with maintenance magic. Following that, we developed the surrounding area with lush fruit orchards, vegetable rows and flower bushes. A convenient stream flowed all year round, fed by the glaciers of the tallest mountains. It fed our gardens and flowed into the taps through pipelines. 

I sat on the sofa in the living room for a while, empty and exhausted. The sconces on the walls were lit the moment I appeared, and there was not a speck of dust or cobweb in sight. The night was cold, and the villa's temperature heated up to a comfortable warmth that settled lovingly on my shoulders. 

I smiled, feeling glad to have built this villa. It took better care of me than my own mate. 

Keeping the satchel on the table, I stood up and walked upstairs. In this floor, there were two bedrooms and two bathrooms, built separately for me and father when we stayed here together. Each bedroom had its own large balcony, too. 

Inside my bathroom, I stripped off my clothes and turned on the tap for hot water to fill into the bath. The tub was sunken into the floor, with a window carved into the wall beside it to look into the view outside. After my bath, I crawled underneath the bed covers, where my tears finally began to flow. 

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Read Part 6 here.

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Crimson Lanterns

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It's the 28th for me! I can finally post it! Happy Chinese/Lunar New Year Eve to those who celebrate, and happy almost end of the first month of the year to those who don’t. Here’s a fic with the girls getting ready and celebrating, featuring some art at the end <3 

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A booming voice ran down Ramshackles’ stairs one morning in late January. White hair bouncing up and down, she was met with two stares from the couch and one lazy cat that was not even opening his eyes. “I’m making a unilateral decision! We’ll be celebrating Lunar New Year!” 

The second girl with ashen hair looked up from the cat sleeping in her lap. “Hm?” As always, her eyes were slightly lowered, tired with eye bags sunk into pale skin and looking even more so due to the remains of mascara put on by her cheery friend having been slightly smeared down her face. Meanwhile, the black-haired woman squinted at her. They stared at each other for a moment, from the bottom of the stairs to the couch, Yuu’s usual rage slightly curved at the edges, remembering something from home. 

“Okay, then. Lunar New Year. How?”

“Kalim’s wallet.” She responded, clinking her scissors together. “And Scarabia’s curtains. I know how to sew enough, and Yu can do the rest.” Yuu snorted, 

“Jamil’s going to kill you.” 

“No, Jamil’s going to kiss you. You’re the distraction.” She said, moving before the two and putting her hands on her hips. “Here’s the plan: Yuu, you go up to Jamil and seduce him. Yu, get to Kalim and convince him that giving us money is a great idea. I want enough to be able to have a nice meal together- I trust that we’ve got the rest covered between my acceptable baking and you’re amazing cooking. I’ll steal all of their silk while we’re there. Consider it cleaning, if we’re being festive.” Yu nodded. 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Grim, meanwhile yawned and stood up. He snickered as he jumped onto the table. 

“As this celebration includes a meal in which I get all of the tuna I desire, I demand you three henchmen create this for me!” He stood up, putting his paws on his hips, azure flames blowing around his eyes as he puffed out his fluffy white chest. Yu nodded, bringing her knees to her chest and putting her cheek on top of it. Yuri came behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder. 

“This was preplanned?” Yuu questioned, and Yuri nodded. Yuu scoffed but stood up anyway. “Come on. Just make sure Jamil doesn’t notice for a couple of minutes.” Yuri raised an eyebrow. 

“I was thinking more tomorrow morning. What, you want to stay the night there?” She teased, putting an around Yu’s shoulders. She dramatically gasped and covered her eyes, leaving her fingers wide open to be able to see. “Avert your eyes, darling, this house is filled with debauchery!” 

“I was thinking it’s harder to get caught if the light’s on and he can’t see outside.” 

“We’ll need an accomplice to make sure they don’t get dirty, then.” Yu looked up from where she sat. 

“What about Ace?” She inquired, voice soft in tone but still loud enough to be heard and received by the other women, like bells on a day when the wind barely blows to move them. Yuri nodded, squeezing her friend a bit tighter and nuzzling into her, cheeks rubbing together affectionately. 

“He’s perfect for the job.” 

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“I did not sign up for this!” Came Ace’s voice from the patio in front of Scarabia. His scream was quickly silenced by the fall of a third curtain on his head, stolen from around Kalim’s room. They fell over his head, the first having been tied snuggly around his waist as the next draped over and under his arms. Yuri stuck her tongue out at him as the third moved following his mouth before he pulled it to be snug around his neck and head like an oversized turban, not unlike a child imitating how their mother put their hair up in a towel before using a hairdryer, without the knowledge of what it was really for. “You said we’d be playing a game! I thought you meant something like those nonmagic sports you showed me a few times! Football or soccer or whatever it’s called!” She shouted back, 

“Yes, the game is called ‘Don’t Get Caught by Jamil’!” 

“Couldn’t you just ask Kalim for the curtains?” He cried, catching the next curtain in his arms and wearing it like a scarf, shades of crimson piling against each other like blood and wine. “And what’s the game part of this?!”

“He’ll tell Jamil and Jamil will stop us immediately,” Yuri responded, gathering the golden ropes that once held the windows in place and the jewelry stored inside. She checked her phone for a moment, and saw a message from Yuu: “The game part starts when Jamil’s no longer distracted! Now you run!” 

“Now I-” Ace squawked. He did not need to be told twice, booking it in the direction away from Scarabia, as fast as he could. Yuri ducked into the bathroom, locking the door tightly as the door to the garden opened, and the screaming started. 

She headed behind the mirror door, metal, and gems jingling as she jogged through one of the school’s many secret passageways, carefully hidden everywhere but easy to find after a few months spent within Ramschakle, where they were often the only working doors. Yu was waiting near the lounge, looking up at Yuri with the eyes of someone who had experienced many horrors, wide and pupils unseen, either blown out or too small, in a way only someone close to her would know as excitement. 

“We have money covered. Kalim gave me these.” Was the quiet response, followed by a showing of a small purse with what was likely a couple of bundles of hundred thaumarks. Yuri nodded and gave some of her spoils over to her friend, both of them having one arm full while the other was able to help them feel along the stones, nudging against her again as they carried on under the school, back towards their dorm. 

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As the sun set the next day, four people sat around the table next to the couch. Three women, one cat. Yuu had one arm resting on her fist, observing the mess of red fabric being sewn together. 

“And this is… Meant to be a qipao?” She asked with a mixture of mildly disbelieving and pure disappointment in the skill level her friend was displaying. 

“No, this is meant to be close enough to an attempt at making a qipao, so I can bring them with our sizes and a sketch to Vil and pray Jamil hasn’t started a manhunt for the curtains in Pomefiore after failing to find Ace yesterday,” She spoke, pulling away when she pricked her finger on the needle, hissing slightly as an orangish red liquid swelled right outside the small poke. “Vil will fix any perceived fashion disaster much faster than I can sew them well. I just need to get it good enough that he can tell what it is. He can then fix up one nicely, Yu can do the other two because she actually knows what she’s doing, and we can make lanterns while that’s being done.” She pressed the pad of her index finger to her lips to lap the blood off before a bandage was slid across the table by her slightly younger friend. “Thanks, Yu.” 

“Be careful not to prick yourself. If it’s deep enough to draw blood, you’re definitely using too much force without looking where you’re sewing. And try to ladder stitch, it makes the sides squeeze a bit more tightly together, but it prevents puckering and you can’t see the color of the thread that way.” As she put the bandage on, Yu turned to look at Yuu as well, before focusing on guiding Yuri’s hands once more. “You’re both Chinese?” 

“Blasian. But my mom’s parents immigrated from China, I still remember trying and failing to make mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival. One time, we bought them and then lied to my grandma about it.” She paused and then added, “But, I used to live in America, before this mess.” Yuri let out a short noise of excitement at that. 

“Really? Have you ever been to San Francisco’s celebration for the New Year? We—my blood siblings and I—used to tour a bunch of celebrations there and in a few other cities every year with Mom after we finished Christmas and New Year’s with my other dad since we were in America.” She giggled, “I wanted to participate in the beauty pageant, but since I had done modeling before, I wasn’t allowed to.” 

“Other dad?” Yuu questioned. 

“My adoptive father. He divorced my mom when I was… About three or so? After my little brother was born, at least. We spent about a month during December and January with him, and then my half-siblings all came to Japan to live with my mom during their summer breaks. At least, they did when they were in school. I’m one of the youngest.” She said, picking up the needle again to keep sewing together the dresses. 

“But enough about me! I’m always the one talking around here, you two better tell me stories about yourself.” She asked, golden brown thread dipping in and out of waves of silk blood, cherry, and rose. 

“Hm… I learned Mandarin from my grandpa before he died. He used to give me fruit slices to leave him alone since he thought I was some kid that had broken into the back garden.” Yuu hummed lightly as Yuri laughed. “I went fishing one time, too, with my other grandpa. I was five or something like that. The line snapped and the fish hit me in the face- But my grandpa did manage to catch it. He cooked it up for us afterward,” Yu spoke up next, 

“I never really celebrated holidays with my parents… But when I’d visit the orphanage, they sometimes had decorations up.” She answered, looking down at her own sewing project- A little cloth she’d be sewing into a small styrofoam ball, attached to a hair clip so she could wear her hair “up” as well, despite it being cut short. It was pale, almost pink red with a little cloud pattern, similar to a light blush. Yuri nuzzled into her once more. 

“If we ever get back to the real world, you can bet that I’m kidnapping you and bringing you home with me.” She cooed, wrapping her arms around her, “You’re never allowed to leave me. I’ll track you down to the ends of the Earth.”

“Oh wow, but screw me, huh?” Yuu nudged the two of them. Yuri herself then flopped towards Yuu, taking the third girl with her. 

“I’m not scared of her biting me.” She said, snuggling into her. “However, I would be glad to do the wonderful bonding activity of watching horrible old cartoons with you while we sew and you watch us struggle.” Yu bumped her head into Yuri’s shoulder, a small smile on her face. She was met with a little push right back. “Okay, fine. You watch while I struggle and Yu does everything perfectly because of course she does.” Yuu laughed, Yuri soon joining in once Yu started giggling. 

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The three were sitting around the couch once again, using the fabric from the top of Kalim’s bed to create red lanterns. Glue and a few thin planks of wire, courtesy of one of the many old and unused rooms full of odds and ends at Ramshackle, were to the side of the table near where Yu sewed, as the rest was taken up by the large red fabric. The shapes were drawn across it, scissors being used to cut into it and separate them. Yuu was holding the scissors and making them, while Yuri was using the wires to create the form of the lanterns. 

There were three planned, each in red and each with a candle found on a sconce to be put in the middle. Despite the plain fabric, the lanterns were coming along well, and at the very least would be good enough to hang up if they couldn’t fly. Yu had nearly finished the second of the qipaos she was doing, the third having already been whisked away by a Vil too annoyed at the disaster of it to question where the fabric came from. This one was a darker red, with slightly lighter and longer sleeves, made to go with the oil-paper umbrella they had found earlier in the search for things. 

It was silence, only broken by the occasional chuckle or laugh from the jokes cracked by the various old movies- An appreciation for the wonders of The Princess Bride and Labyrinth only found by the members of this little group out of the entire school- Was comfortable. Quiet, yes, but with the knowledge that it could be broken in any way, and no one would interrupt you with judgment or force themselves to comment. A silence that was both a pause and a continuation, that didn’t need to be either, and that allowed for everyone to relax and work in tandem. 

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They were doing one last push before they went out to light their lanterns. The qipaos had been acquired, their hair had been done, and their shoes had been changed to boots to ignore tradition because it was still too cold on the mountain to go out without them on. Yuri was sitting down on the couch, a tray of makeup in front of her. She was putting blush on her friend, instructing her to tilt her head upwards so she could better see. Yuu was standing next to the door, playing with the front of her hair, the back already tied up in beautiful knots and hanging loops. 

“And… There.” Came Yuri’s tentative voice, pulling her hand away to grab a mascara brush. “One last thing… And…” She petted the top of her lashes using the tool, lengthening and darkening them so they matched the part of the hair she’d spread to rest on either side of her father, rather than hanging near the center as it sometimes would. She hummed as she took her hands away, placing her tools back on the table as she smiled. “There we go! Now all three of us are dressed up all pretty.” She smiled, standing up and dusting off imaginary dirt from her dress. 

“Into the mountain, we go…” Yuu noted, giving Yuri her lantern to carry along with her own and the lighter. Yu had her camera and blanket in her other hand, and Yuu held the oil-paper umbrella with both of her hands. They came outside, snow still lightly falling. The girls crowded around Yuu, protecting themselves from the slightly bitter cold outside. Yu tugged the blanket around the three of them. They didn’t go far, just to the edge of the garden. At this time of year, all of the plants were dead, but the bones still remained as they trekked through the inch or two of white powder that rested on the ground. Yuri was the first to put a lantern down, handing it off to Yu while she lit one of them. 

“It’s just snowing lightly enough that we could do this… We’re lucky it’s not windy, I thought we’d have to set them off at one of the other dorms.” She hummed, “Besides, we’ve only got long enough candles for a minute or so. They’ll come down pretty soon, and with the snow, everything wet.” She lit the first lantern, giggling as it lit up like a firefly, flame swaying slightly as the wind did. “No forest fires today!” She joked, switching lanterns with Yu so she could light the first one. Yuu’s was next, that one joining in the sky with the other, floating up high, to the clouds. The third joined as well, and even while the sky was darkened from the storm, they looked like stars dancing in the wind, flying together and lighting up the world for a few moments. 

“How pretty…” Yu was the first to break the silence. Her voice held awed worshiped mixed within the few words, the beauty of someone watching a night sky be waltz across by sparkling lights and their gentle brilliance. Yuu huddled closer to them as well, both for warmth and simply the desire to do so. 

As they faded once more into the darkness, Yuri was the next to speak. “Let’s go inside. We’ve got leftovers from dinner, and some coffee. Only a couple more hours until midnight.” Yuu nodded, and the three hurried inside once more, their wishes still gently floating through the air, welcoming a new year into existence. 

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Me writing nothing but romance and accidentally throwing in mild romantic tension strikes again… 

Fun fact about me: I actually had a friend in high school who would literally bite me if I hugged her too much. She’s still one of my best friends to this day and if you’re actually reading this ilysm and to my other irl friend following me stop randomly spam liking my page I know it’s you /hj (Secondary fact about irl friend 2: She has the David Bowie Labyrinth haircut. I’m not even kidding every time she wakes up before she brushes her hair it’s just that man’s haircut. I included that movie’s name just for you, you know who you are) 

Also, the sewing facts mentioned that Yu said, are true! If you’re ever repairing any kind of stitching- which you should learn how to do if you’re a teenager or young adult in/going to go to college or just leave home because it will save you so much money and annoyance- And it’s already on a seam, you should use a ladder stitch. It’s especially true if you’re planning on repairing any kind of plushie. Just remember if it’s for clothes to sew it so the seam matches the inside instead of the outside, and also that if you don’t do it to the right amount of excess fabric it can make your clothing a bit snugger. 

Another note is that I’ve never made lanterns before so… I’m half guessing, half following a tutorial posted by some guy in 2017. So about eight years ago. I have no idea what part of what I wrote is right or wrong. 

This was nice to write. And drawing the girls was so much fun and they turned out so cute! I think I’ve started to get more into an art style so I’ve been trying to draw a lot more. 

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Old Stories

A/n: Felt sentimental so have this

  The wind howled as snow fell outside of Ramshackle. Rory rested his head on his arms as he watched the branches of the trees outside shake. Footsteps were nearly silent as Ace walked in with 2 steaming mugs. One with apple cider and the other with hot cocoa. He sat the mugs down on the coffee table in front of the sofa that Rory was currently curled up on. When the red head looked at the brunette he expected to see his eyes to be brighter like they usually were but, this time they seemed almost cloudy. Ace plopped down next to Rory and reached for his hand. As their fingers intertwined he asked. 

  “Whatcha thinking about?” 

  It took Rory a moment to reply and when he did his voice faltered. “Just thinking of an old story that my nana told me when I was young.” He shifted around to have his back against the sofa and he rested his head on Ace’s shoulder. Ace let go of his hand for a second to wrap his arm around Rory then laced their fingers together again. 

  So that was the look in his eyes. Homesickness. 

  “What story is it?” Ace wondered, hoping that maybe talking about it will help. Rory sighed a gentle breath. “When I was a kid I saw a white crow outside of my nana’s home. I was completely enamored by it and my nana told me how they’re both good luck and bad.” Rory’s hand tightened around Ace’s. “They’re good luck because of their rarity. People in my world believe that if you see one then it will give you wisdom and spiritual help. But, they’re bad luck because their albinism will put their flock at risk. So they’re usually alone. For their safety and others.”

  Ace quietly listened as Rory rambled on about other things from his world. Ranging from random memories to family traditions. Eventually Ace noticed Rory’s eyes started to glaze over with tears so he reached forward and grabbed his apple cider. “Your drink is going to get cold.” And he handed the mug to him. Ace didn’t know what to say but he could tell that Rory appreciated being able to let out his feelings. 

  Maybe it wasn’t a permanent solution but for now, the homesickness wasn’t as severe. 

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Hii:3  so I've been reading your works and I LOVE them (especially the Ramshackle and Hazbin hotel <3) so I was wondering if yo could write an one shot about Stone with a Male! Reader about what it would be like to sleep with him (you know, cuddles and cuddles and stuff) I have a hc about skipp and vinnie trying to grab the blanket for them while they sleep (obviously not knowing) and i even see them half fighting and pulling the blanket at each other while they sleep and I feel like (of the three) stone is the lightest sleeper so you could say he suffers the most with that so reader help him fall asleep again? I'm sorry if I made it too long but I better leave it until here because then I start to extend more and in fact this is already extending more but my English is not so good and I had to use translator in several parts of this to make sure that if I wrote it well but anyway sorry for making it so long sorry again 

-🥸 (I love this emoji omg it looks so silly and goofy and it reminds me of me fHAHSJANAJANJSGDUSIWJAJJ)

Ofc I would love to write this! Also dw about your english, I understood it very well! I couldn't really find a good way to write it in one shot form (I'm so sorry 🙏🙏🙏) but if you want me to try and rewrite it just let me know!

Stone x M! reader

Pronouns: Second person, implied male

Tw: uhhh, too much fluff???

- So I'm gonna preface this by saying I don't think Stone is particularly touch starved(I know a lot of people headcannon him as being touch starved(no shade to them)), he just doesn't like touch very much.

- Like in several scenes we see him tell Skipp to not touch him or to let go off him.

- So I think cuddling would be a kind of thing where it's not often, unless it's like winter time or on of y'all is drunk off your ass.

- But I feel like Stone would be really cold in general.

- Like cold hands, cold feet, cold everything

- So idk if y'all like that but it's the truth.

- That being said, he's probably a blanket hog by accident and it turns into a fucking war just to not freeze to death.

- Also cuddling with him lowkey sucks. Like he's basically a sack of bones, and last time I checked that is not super duper comfortable.

- And then ofc, we have the lovely Vinnie and Skipp.

- They thought it would be silly to take away the blanket y'all were sharing (Cause no amount of alcohol can raise that man's body heat nearly enough to be comfortable)

- He obviously woke up (Because I agree, light sleeper Stone for the win!!!)

- And you wake up to people yelling at 2:00am (sounds just like home)

- But in all, do I think he dislikes cuddling, yes. Do I think he's freezing cold all of the time, yes. Do I think cuddling with him would probably be hella uncomfortable, also yes. But none of that should stop anyone.

- Go cuddle your angsty sickly victorian looking boy to your hearts content (dw I wanna cuddle with him too)

I just realized this lowkey sounds like pure Stone slander, I PROMISE I AM TOO A STONE SIMP I SWEARR 🙏🙏🙏

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Your Highness - Jamil Viper [Female Yuu] [Heiress Yuu] [Smug Jamil?] [Part 3]

Summary: Jamil received information that his family is no longer under the control of the Asim Family and has claimed the title of Royalty in the Lands of [Kingdom Name] Lands. He heads to Ramshackle to meet Yuu. On the way there, he overhears an interesting conversation taking place inside Ramshackle, and it sounds like Yuu is unhappy with the person she's speaking to.

[In Front Of Ramshackle Dormitory]

His stride bore purpose but his face was flushed and his mind was racing a million miles a second; so many things had happened within the timespan of a few days and Jamil wanted to see his fiancee - he needed to see the woman who captured his heart.

Jamil closed the gate to Ramshackle before he started up the stone stairs that led to the door, his hand reached out to grab the knob when his keen ears picked up on the voice of his diamond speaking to someone in the Lounge Room - he was aware that the lounge was down the hallway, but he was able to pick up on sounds from long distances, just in case someone was speaking ill of Kalim to plot against him or of his beloved diamond. He needed to get into position, just in case he needed to jump in to save his diamond.

With a feather touch, Jamil opened the door to Ramshackle and opened it in such a way that the hinges did not creek before he crept into Ramshackle and closed the door behind him without a single sound. The light coming from the Lounge caused his training to kick in and he sneaked along the floor until he reached the edge of the illuminated room and listened to the voices speaking within the room: He could make out two - One of them being Yuu - and the other was...

"Seriously, Herbivore, I don't know what the hell you are thinking: Getting engaged with that serpent and elevating him to the rank of royalty! What the hell is going on in your mind?"

'Leona Kingscholar?' Jamil's eyes narrowed, 'What the hell is he going on about?'

"I asked Jamil to marry me because I love him and I want him to stay by my side when I return home. Jamil is the other half of my heart and I cannot imagine my life without him in it." Yuu explained with an exhausted exhale - showing that she was getting annoyed with this conversation.

"Why him?" Leona growled at her, "I've known you longer than him and yet HE is the one you decided to choose? Why?"

"I have a great connection with Jamil, Leona. Whenever I am around him, I feel extremely happy. We don't even have to be doing anything in particular, just being in each other's company is enough for me. Whether we are cooking together, reading, watching him play basketball, or he's teaching me how to breakdance, it doesn't matter as long as I am with him. It could be as simple as having a study date or watching over Kalim, and I would still be content. Seeing Jamil's smile is enough to make my day." Yuu's words caused Jamil's blush to intensify and his heart to race, but he needed to calm down to keep his location hidden.

"It should be me and you know that." Leona spouted bluntly, making Yuu scoff.

"Leona, the only thing I have ever saw you as was a friend, maybe even an older brother, but I have never seen you in a romantic light and I never would. I love Jamil. Jamil is the one I want to rule my kingdom when I claim the throne." Yuu is silent for a moment before she speaks again, "I know what all this is about - you want me to choose you instead of Jamil because my kingdom is larger and stronger than the Kingdom of Sunset Savannah. You think marrying me and becoming king of my lands will allow you to finally beat your elder brother. Leona, you really need to let it go."

"What?" Leona raised an eyebrow at her.

"You are angered that you were born second, that's the whole reason you overblotted, but I thought you gave up those thoughts the moment I freed you from your blot and you never showed any interest in me, even when I started dating Jamil; you didn't start this until you heard I was a royal and the one who I choose to marry would be King." Yuu stood up from her seat and started walking around Leona, "There is so much more you could be - let go of your strife already."

Yuu was almost away from him when she felt his hand wrapped around his upper arm, stopping her from taking another step.

"Leona... Take your hand off me." Yuu warned.

"Give me a chance to prove that I am better than Viper, Yuu. I can actually offer you something." Leona said.

"I do not understand what you are trying to accomplish by constantly giving me headaches about your laziness or trying to create chaos between my kingdom and your brother's, just to prove that you are better than him. Leona, I refuse to play these games with you. You have two options: Either accept my relationship with Jamil and continue to be my friend, or I will have to cut you out of my life. I want to make it clear that I will not tolerate any further attempts to control or manipulate me. Now, I am repeating myself, please take your hand off of me." Yuu glared at him.

That was when Jamil stepped out of the shadows, "Get your hand off my fiancee, Kingscholar." This drew the attention of Leona and Yuu.

"Jamil? When did you get here?" Yuu asked.

"Not too long ago, My Diamond; however, I didn't want to interrupt your conversation but I wanted to keep close in case he tried something." Jamil glared at Leona, who returned the glare.

"I was raised to respect women, Viper; I would never do anything to harm her." Leona growled.

"Then, why are you still holding her by her arm when she told you to unhand her, twice might I add. If you really respected women as you claim, you would respect her choices, alas, here you are: Attempting to make her change her mind because you don't like her choice." Jamil glared into Leona's eyes; he was so tempted to Snake Whisper Leona, but he swore to Yuu that he wouldn't use it against her friends.

Leona said nothing else as he released Yuu from his grasp and walked out of the Lounge Room, bumping arms with Jamil, before leaving Ramshackle with a slam of the door. Jamil looked behind him for a while before he turned to his lover, walked over to her, and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, which she gladly returned.

"You said you wanted to talk, My Viper?" Yuu smiled once they broke the kiss.

"You are very crafty, my love. You freed my family from the clutches of the Asim Family and elevated them to royal status within a matter of a few days. I know that you love me, but I never thought you would do that for them and you haven't met them yet." Jamil smiled.

"Not true, I met your sister once." Yuu smiled.

"On a video call, Diamond." Jamil chuckled before he held Yuu in a tight embrace, "You do so much for me, I shall do whatever I must to keep you happy."

"Just promise to love me and never betray me. That's all I want." Yuu smiled as she hugged Jamil.

[END]

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Khione’s Birthday Facts!!!

So I could not finish the first chapter in Shadow TWST so I hope you all will be satisfied with some of these facts.

The white parts in her hair is not natural nor is it dyed or bleached. It appeared shortly after her birth.

She has an older sister that’s she close to named Thea.

3. Back home she only had one friend named Cathy(short for Catherine) but before going to Twisted Wonderland they had a falling out.

4. The song she and Grim used in book three was A Small World After All.

5. Khione did watch the Disney movies but she has no memory of them.

6. Even now Khione has problems due to the fear of the future. She has no idea what she wants to do. She also feels like there is no chance for her to live in Twisted Wonderland. But it’s becoming harder and harder to leave.

7. She has become a photographer during her stay here. Especially since she had the ghost camera. She enjoys taking photos.

8. She has developed a sibling relationship with Ace and Deuce. She never had brothers of her own so that relationship started by itself.

9. She rarely talks to Jamil due to what happened in book 4. She wants to forgive him(and she finds him pretty) but he hasn’t reached out so why should she?

10. She’s a rather modest person who tries to avoid talking about certain stuff… but Ace has run off on her so one time she was in the cafeteria with Riddle, Grim, Vil, and Leona(Don’t ask me how that happened. Ask my mind for coming up with this). So Vil mentioned Khione and Grim should stay somewhere else because Ramshackle was still being fix. Khione looks at Leona. Leona: ???

Khione: I know! What if a sleep with you like the last time.

It was just her tone that made everyone think for a second. Riddle almost choked on his drink. Vil gracefully face palmed as he questioned her sanity. Leona was… Leona. Leona: Oi, careful how you word things Herbivore.