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TW: !!mentions of death!!

Meant to kinda go with the theory that Yuu is already dead

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𝖂𝖊'𝖑𝖑 𝕭𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖊

gulp.... hey guys it's been a while!! this is a sequel to "why should i?" title from the epic song!

cw: mentions of overblots, reader and cater are very platonically touchy, reader goes through a tad of a crisis at the beginning whoops

word count: 746

You've been feeling kind of weird recently.

Everything just seems so… dull. Every day is just a repeat of the one before. You lay on your bed, procrastinating doing your homework again. This isn't you. But what else were you supposed to do?

Ever since your overblot, you've been so… off. It's like you feel bad for getting so worked up, to the point of going crazy over it, even though it was never your fault.

You feel your old sheets surround you while you stare at your ceiling. They're so cold, even with your body heat, and there's nothing you could do to warm them up. There's a hole in your wall, right by your bed. Cold air blows through it often, especially at night. Grim usually sleeps with you to keep you warm, but…

You sigh. He's staying at Heartslabyul right now, no doubt telling your friends about how weird you've been acting. It's not like they would notice if it wasn't being spoon-fed to them, you think bitterly. You blink and shake those thoughts away. That's so not cool of me.

You can't help it, though. It's not like you can stop your own thoughts, after all. You pick up your phone and scroll through Magicam. I need to think about something else…

Nothing you try works, though, and your brain stays occupied. Maybe… maybe this is your punishment. Maybe this is what you get for not preventing the previous overblots. You stare at the wall, unmoving.

You're startled out of your thoughts by knocking on your door. “...Hello?” You slowly get out of bed and grab the brush off of your nightstand. Running it through your hair, you call out a quick, “One minute!”

Opening the door, you see Cater standing in front of you. “Hiya! Mind if I come in?” You blink in surprise. “Uh… if you want to, I guess.” You step to the side and let him in. “Sorry, I know it's kinda dirty in here, I haven't really been keeping up with the cleaning.”

He laughs and waves it off. “I've seen worse! Trust me, I've been in Lilia's room before.” You let out a slight giggle and pick some clothes up off the floor. You quickly throw them in one of the only laundry baskets you have and turn to the boy. “So, what's up?”

“I was kinda worried about you, I guess.” He fiddles with a piece of his hair. “You've been off since…” You cringe slightly. “I know, I know. I don't know what to do, though. Everyone probably thinks I'm some type of crazy bitch now.” Cater smiles kindly.

“No one thinks you're crazy. Well, anymore than usual, that is. Grimmy's been supes worried about you too! He keeps talking about how he's all scared there was kinda lasting effect, or something.” You smile sadly and lay back on your bed.

“...What am I supposed to do? There's no way I can just face everyone so easily, not after I hurt them that badly.” Cater sighs and sits next to you. “Yeah, it's really not fair, is it?” You laugh dryly at his words.

“Still, though. Everyone knows that's not how you usually act.” His voice is uncharacteristically kind. “You overblotted, babe. You're not going to be outcast because of what you did when you weren't in your right mind. I mean, you've dealt with seven overblots, you should know how it goes by now!” His tone turns playful, as if he's testing how serious you need him to be right now.

You giggle and flip onto your stomach. “Yeah, I guess it just feels different when it's me. I feel like I should be better than overblotting, you know?” He nods thoughtfully. “I get it, don't worry. Just remember, everyone else that overblotted were well-respected, yeah? Anyone can overblot.”

You nod in return and sit up. “Well, that's enough of that. Did you want to do something?” Cater smiles and messes with his hair again. “Oh, I just wanted to invite you to the Unbirthday party this weekend! Trey-Trey's gonna make the cake you like.”

You giggle in both fatigue and relief. “I'd love to.” You lean against him and let him pull you close. The boy rests his lips against your head in an almost familial fashion. “You can take it slow, y’know. No one blames you for crashing out.” You sigh and lay your full weight on him. “...yeah, I know.”

taglist: @astro-stars, @disaster-bitch

divider credits: (moon: @/strangergraphics), (lace by @/mochilly)

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𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘

i was feeling sappy i fear :((

characters: ruggie, azul (established relationship for both)

cw: none!

word count: 146 (ruggie), 118 (azul)

You wake up to your heat source leaving the bed first thing in the morning. “Ruggie…?” You sit up slowly. “Where are you going, baby?” He smiles tenderly at you, coming back to give you a kiss on the head. “Leona needs me to grab something really quick, okay?”

You nod slowly, leaning up to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Make sure to come back, please,” you yawn, “and tell Leona to do his own shit next time. It's too early for this…”

Ruggie laughs. “Shishishi, I'll make sure to pass it along. Go back to sleep, yeah? I'll be back.” You nod again, leaning against him in a hug. “Have fun, honey. I'll see you later.” You lay down again, sighing contently as he fixes your blanket, kisses you on the head again, and walks out the door with a deep exhale.

“Azul? Sweet thing, what are you doing up this early?”

Your boyfriend stops, surprised, almost as if he's gotten caught doing something. “Sorry, pearl, there's been a bit of trouble at the Lounge. I'll be right back, okay?” He runs his fingers through your hair, planting a soft, loving kiss on your head. You sigh.

“Promise you'll be alright?” You gently grab his hand, “And that you'll come back soon?” The boy smiles softly, tenderly, and rubs your cheek. “Of course I will, love. I promise you.”

You give him a loving kiss on his mole, smiling as he plants a kiss on your nose, then quickly lay back down and fall asleep as he leaves the room.

taglist: @astro-stars , @disaster-bitch

divider credits: (moon: @/strangergraphics), (ocean by @/strangergraphics), (marigold by @/saradika-graphics)

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𝕬𝖑𝖑-𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗

guys i wrote this one sitting AND i had fun

cw: none!!

word count: 764

Today had been a long day for you and Ace, and you were both looking forward to just laying down until the next day. The only thing stopping you from this dream was your homework. The same homework that had been assigned a week before, and was now due the day after tomorrow. The two of you found out the hard way why the homework had been assigned so far in advance - the research.

After looking over the rubric you were provided - well, you read over it carefully while Ace skimmed through over your shoulder - your faces dropped at the realization that you two would have to pull an all-nighter tonight for the research and hope you got an essay out before the deadline the next day. You already had to remind the ginger to keep working multiple times throughout the night, and it was only getting worse the later the night went on. Soon enough, the two of you were getting bored and tired.

“Come on,” the boy began to complain, “it’s a shared grade, anyway! You can look things up and I can write the essay!” Ace started to lean against you, wearing a charismatic smirk. You scoff. “Please, you’re not gonna do anything unless I make you. And right now, I’m making you do this research with me. We both know that if I agree, the essay isn’t going to get written, and our grade is gonna tank. Do you think Riddle would like that?”

He sighs, putting more of his weight against you. You decide to let him stay like that for just a little bit while you grab another book, knowing Professor Trein liked research to be done with physical copies of books rather than digitally. As soon as you lift your arm, Ace falls into your lap with nothing to lean on anymore. You jump slightly, looking down at his lightly blushing face.

The boy quickly shakes it off, though, almost instantly trying to convince you to let him stay there. “Please? I’m so tired, and I promise I’ll write the essay tomorrow if you keep doing the research! Besides, you’re doing the easy part. Everyone knows the hardest part of writing a paper is changing your words so you’re not plagiarizing.” Despite the bullshit this kid was spewing your way, you knew he was at least a little bit right about one thing: you had the easy job. You usually didn’t mind finding facts about whatever you had to write about, but you hated changing the words around. You were never able to figure out whether it was due to having to look up synonyms and pick the best option when none of them were good, or because of how exhausted you were after the research.

You sigh deeply. “You promise to actually write the essay if I let you sleep on me?” He smiles and nods, knowing that he's won. “Of course! When have I ever done anything to make you doubt me?”

You stare at him just long enough for him to realize you are not buying into his shit. “...Go to sleep, Ace.” He lets out a small, exhausted cheer before shuffling into a more comfortable position. You run your fingers through his hair, humming a small tune to lull him into slumber quicker.

A few hours later, one of the ghosts appears in front of you. “Ah, still at it? It's getting late, I think you should wrap it up soon.” You look up and rub your eyes. “Yeah,” you yawn, “I just need a little bit more to be finished.” You lightly scratch Ace's scalp. The ghost smiles, floating a blanket to cover the ginger's legs. “It'll be easier if you just call it quits for now, you know. You'll be less tired tomorrow - or, today, I guess. Speaking of, you just stay home later. I'll talk to Crowley about it.”

You nod, thanking the ghost as he brings you a few pillows and leaves. Gently shaking Ace's shoulder, you whisper, “Hey, get up. I'm serious, just for a sec.” He mumbles just a little before being coherent enough to talk to you. “Huh?”

“Come on, sit up for a second so I can get comfortable.” After a little bit of convincing, the boy lets you arrange yourself. You lay on your side, patting in front of you to let Ace know he has to lay there. You snuggle into his chest tenderly, humming in approval as he wraps his arms around you. “G'night.” You smile at the boy's voice. “Goodnight, Ace.”

taglist: @astro-stars

divider credits: (moon: @/strangergraphics), (strawberry: @/dollywons)

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𝖂𝖍𝖞 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚?

they call me the cold weather crashout

cw: descriptions of unhealthy behavior, hallucinations, unhealthy thoughts, reader overblots, breaking glass, walking on broken glass, the blot burns skin, reader gets scratched, reader is a bit of a doormat

word count: 890

It wasn’t fair to you. You had done everything you were asked to do, even if you didn’t want to. Whether it be taking care of students being scammed, dealing with cheaters during the Spelldrive tournament, or housing the members of the group formed for VDC. You had done it all willingly, so happy to help people.

So why? Why were you being talked to like this? Being called nosey for wanting to help, being insulted even though you were doing the best you could. You swallow thickly, feeling a strange itching beneath your skin. I try my hardest to be nice, and all I get in return is being taken advantage of. Why do I keep letting this happen to me?

But you knew why. You knew that it wasn’t like you to be mean, that you’d rather be a punching bag than have people not like you. Besides, even if you left, you’d have nowhere to go. It’s not like Crowley’s been looking for a way back for you. He would never want to lose his free therapist. The itching is only getting worse.

Was it your fault then? For being the way you are? The air around you starts to get thicker. You grit your teeth and grab the closest thing to you - a mug, cracked and dirty - and throw it to the floor in a fit of rage. You try your hardest to calm down, no one likes you when you’re angry. It’s all in vain, though, and you feel something dripping down your face.

Why are you like this? You hear a familiar voice whisper from behind you. No one will want to talk to you again if they see how mad you get over the smallest things. You’ll be all alone, with nowhere to go! The voice giggles manically, the one voice distorting into two. Or maybe it was the same voice in two different pitches? Your head is starting to hurt. After all, not even the Headmage wants you here! That’s why he threw you into this ugly, rundown dorm, is it not?

You grab another object, unable to make out what it is through whatever is dripping down your face. You throw that, too, hearing a window shatter this time. The air doesn’t seem to thin out, though, and it’s getting harder to breathe. You wipe your face and walk forward, forgetting about the glass on the floor. You don’t care though, it doesn’t hurt anyway. Are you happy with yourself? You’re breaking things that were already broken, the voice(s?) giggle again.

You finally turn around, finally realize why the first voice sounded so familiar.

That’s my voice.

The voices are coming from a silhouette, one with an undeniable resemblance to you. You wipe your face again, getting sick of the thick air and irrefutable stench of ink. Your eyes narrow and you scowl at the figure. “Why are you telling me things I already know?” It - you? - cackles, and how you’re getting sick of hearing it. The shadow takes a step closer. You feel it cup your face gently, despite the sting you feel and the smell of burning.

Tell me, it whispers, are you happy with the way things are now? Do you like how you’re being treated? You grit your teeth. “Of course not. How could anyone enjoy being nothing more than a doormat?” The creature’s grip begins to tighten, and you feel scratches being left on your cheeks. I didn’t think so, the figure giggles again. Well then, how about you take a deep breath in? The itching beneath your skin starts to get unbearable, and the air is being filled with black. Your face is burning, and whatever was dripping down your face earlier - ink? - begins to flow in waves, covering your whole body and then some.

Faintly, almost like it’s coming from countries away, you hear heavy footsteps. You hear someone, multiple people, calling your name. You’re past caring, though, and the figure gripping your face knows that. You follow the instructions you were given, just like you always do. The air is thick enough to choke on, but you don’t mind. After all, it never did bother you when someone hurt you, as long as it wasn’t anyone else. You feel the figure's hands wash away in the onslaught of ink, feeling it reappear behind you as it shakes the floor. You don’t need to turn to see how big the silhouette became, knowing it would tear apart your dorm.

The ink that was covering your body melts away, moving to the air near you and on the floor. You see your friends, your schoolmates, your dorm member, all looking horrified. You don’t care though, do you? This is all their fault, anyway. They knew how they treated you was wrong, and they still did it, didn’t they? Why is it so wrong when you get mad over it? You narrow your eyes, feeling rage wash over you.

You raise an arm, feeling the figure behind you do the same. You can hear the people in front of you crying out in alarm, begging you to calm down so you could talk. They never listen to you, though, so why should you care? You bring your arm down, the Phantom behind you following swiftly.

taglist: @astro-stars

divider credits: (moon: @/strangergraphics), (lace by @/mochilly)

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𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙

here's my first work!! i had to do riddle, it wouldn't have felt right otherwise 😖 (he's my fave)

cw: none! very sweet

word count: 750

p.s.: italics are thoughts <3

You knew that Riddle’s first impression of you was… less than ideal, and you wanted to fix that. After thinking about it for a while, you decided to bake him a cake. But which kind? You knew he enjoyed strawberries, yet you weren’t sure if he had ever had a strawberry shortcake. That’s it! The library should still have the recipe book you borrowed for the strawberry tart, and you can use that as backup if you forget a part of your mother’s recipe!

One day, after class had ended, you texted Trey to ask if you could borrow Heartslabyul’s kitchen and ingredients while the dorm members were at their respective clubs. After confirming that it was okay (with the warning that you won’t be trusted in there alone if you burn the place down), you walked quickly to the library and skimmed the shelves for a familiar book. It didn’t take long to find it and confirm it had the right recipe, so you arrived at the dorm less than 30 minutes after class ended. Great, that gives me plenty of time!

You moved around the kitchen like it was a dance you had practiced for years. You moved with such fluidity and precision that time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Multitasking came with such ease— make the frosting while the cake is baking, cut the strawberries and put them in water once the frosting was chilling in the fridge. You only realized how long you were working after you glanced at the clock while cleaning up. Oh, wow, almost an hour and a half already… Clubs are gonna be letting out soon, huh?

As soon as the thought ran through your head, you heard a single pair of footsteps. You looked up, your eyes locking with Riddle’s. “What are you doing here? Clubs don’t let out for another 10 minutes, shouldn’t you be there?” The redhead’s gaze moved up from the cake you were decorating to your face. “Ah, I was let out early due to Housewarden duties. I believe I should be asking you that question. You are aware it’s against the rules to use Heartslabyul’s kitchen without permission, yes?”

You nod. “I’m aware, which is why I made sure to get permission from Trey. You can check my texts if you don’t believe me.” You wiped your hands on the apron you were borrowing, quickly unlocking your phone and showing him your messages. You continued frosting the cake as read, carefully and precisely placing strawberries. The boy hummed in approval as he placed your phone back on the counter. “And what is it that you’re making?”

You take a step back, appraising your work. “A strawberry shortcake. It’s for you, actually. Would you like a piece right now, or do you want to wait? I made sure there are no rules being broken in making this, as well.” His eyes widened slightly. “For me? Why? …Ah, and I would like a piece, please.” You giggled softly, grabbing a knife and cutting the cake, handing him a plate. “The way our last meeting went was… unsatisfactory, to say the least. I wanted to make it up to you and clear any bad air there might’ve been. Oh, please let me know if you like the cake or not, okay? I haven’t made it in a while.”

He smiled softly, gracefully, and took the plate you offered him. “I assure you, there is no dislike towards you, not from me.” Riddle smiled as he took a bite of the cake. “This is delicious! The cake is so soft, and the frosting has a wonderful sweetness!” You blinked slowly at him, almost in a daze. You quickly shook your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. “Thank you! I’m glad you like it. Let me know if or when you want me to make it again, okay?” You hear him hum in approval happily as you turn to wash the knife you dirtied. “Are you sure you don’t want a piece? You worked exceptionally hard, and the cake tastes really good.” You smile awkwardly. “Are you sure? I made it for you.” The redhead nods. “Of course. There is no rule that says gifts cannot be shared, after all.” He gently took the knife from your hand, cutting you a perfect slice of cake. You stare for just a second as he hands you a plate, blinking before he notices.

His smile is really pretty…

taglist: @astro-stars

divider credits: (moon: @/strangergraphics), (strawberry: @/dollywons)

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𝕹𝖔𝖜, 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖚𝖘 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.

welcome to my blog! my name is luna, and i'm 19!! i'm a little new to writing, but i'll try my best <3

𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

🚫 basic dni (homophobes, bigots, etc.)

🚫 diasomnia shippers (ex: lilia x malleus)

🚫 leechcest shippers

(i don't mind if minors interact, as there will be no smut, just be mature and aware of what you're reading)

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙��

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙:

@astro-stars, @disaster-bitch

ask to be added to taglist!!

𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓

𝕴 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖉.

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𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘

𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖞𝖚𝖑

𝕾𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖜

𝕺𝖈𝖙𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊

𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖆

𝕻𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖔𝖗𝖊

𝕴𝖌𝖓𝖎𝖍𝖞𝖉𝖊

𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖓𝖎𝖆

𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊

(moon divider by @/strangergraphics)

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𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊

𝖂𝖍𝖞 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚?

summary: reader overblots due to feeling like a punching bag

𝖂𝖊'𝖑𝖑 𝕭𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖊

summary: reader talks through the aftermath of their overblot with cater

(lace divider by @/mochilly)

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𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖓𝖎𝖆

𝕹𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖙...

(leaves divider by @/priestboy)

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𝕴𝖌𝖓𝖎𝖍𝖞𝖉𝖊

𝕹𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖙...

(lace divider by @/anitalenia)

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𝕻𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖔𝖗𝖊

𝕹𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖙...

(flower divider by @/strangergraphics)

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𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖆

𝕹𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖙...

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red dividers <3

credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 | requested by @uraltalk ( if you don’t like these please don’t hesitate to tell me 🫶🏻✨🌸 )

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𝕺𝖈𝖙𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘

summary: reader gets little kisses before their s/o has to leave

(ocean divider by @/strangergraphics)

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𝕾𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖜

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘

summary: reader gets little kisses before their s/o has to leave

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Hii if your requests are open, do you think you could make any dividers involving marigolds? Like maybe petals or something? If not, it's fine! Have a great day, and thank you for all your amazing work!!

hi! Sure - I can do that, here’s some that are marigold-inspired. Hope you like them! 💛🧡

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