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There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

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okay okay hold on. is mayano top gun legend race dropping on 9/11

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Horror Lux sketches/ how it happened [below cut]

I could see lux getting latched onto the radiance of being brighter, being seen for miles like stadium light, it making them brighter and brighter and more blunt, more vain, until it warps their mind [and face]

I had the idea of lux looking into amir and it ends up hindering them both, lux by the brightness burning their face cause mirrors reflect light

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So, i finally stopped hating Tumblr for banishing my shining star of losers everywhere (Haru Urara) ask, i'll now try to replicate the ask as best as i can.

Haru Urara, a race horse from japan who hasn't won any of her 113 races (had to google the amount of races that she's been in), nicknamed the "shining star of losers everywhere".

Imagine a Yuu who was Haru Urara (the horse, not the umamusume) and somehow got snuck into Twisted Wonderland and magicaly became a horse beasman (like the savanaclaw trio).

They try their best in everything they do and still somehow lose, they're a sweetheart and very strong, but ultimately is not the best in the long run.

Origin & Arrival

Haru Urara!Yuu isn’t from the usual world-hopping accident like canon Yuu. Instead, their existence is a strange magical twist: a legendary horse turned beastman by mistake when Crowley was attempting to open the last coffin.

They show up in Ramshackle not quite understanding how they got there, but with an endlessly positive attitude despite the bizarre situation.

Personality & Traits

Optimistic sweetheart – No matter how often they lose or fall short, they always beam with a smile, encouraging others to keep trying.

Incredibly strong – They’re built for endurance and raw strength, which surprises many of the NRC boys when Haru Urara!Yuu carries heavy crates, pulls wagons, or hauls multiple students out of danger with ease.

Comically unlucky – Their efforts always end in some ridiculous, over-the-top failure: slipping on their own feet, dropping their books, accidentally knocking themselves out in P.E., etc.

Mascot-like energy – Despite always losing, everyone can’t help but root for them. Their charm lies in persistence, not success.

School Life at NRC

PE & Flying Classes: Despite being a horse, Haru Urara!Yuu cannot ride a broom. They constantly crash, trip, or get stuck halfway up. The flight instructors have given up and just grade them on enthusiasm.

Duels: They try so hard… but somehow always lose at the last second. Even if they have the upper hand, fate conspires against them (spells misfire, the floor collapses, they sneeze at the wrong time).

Ramshackle: They love living with Grim and constantly bring him snacks. Grim boasts that they’re “the muscle” of the duo, but in truth, Grim ends up carrying Yuu out of their failed escapades half the time.

Clothes: Their uniform always looks a little awkward because of their horse-like tail swishing around and their tendency to tear clothes with their strength. Vargas has laughed at them multiple times for ripping school uniforms during gym.

Relationships with NRC Students

Leona: Both irritated and fond. Leona thinks Haru Urara!Yuu is hopeless in competition but admires their refusal to quit. He pretends not to care but secretly respects their endurance.

Ruggie: LOVES teasing them, but also sees them as a great partner for hauling heavy stuff (cheap labor if bribed with food).

Jack: Inspired by their “never give up” spirit. Even though Haru Urara!Yuu always loses, Jack sees it as proof of strong willpower and determination.

Azul: At first, tries to rope them into contracts by offering “guaranteed wins,” but Haru Urara!Yuu refuses. They’d rather lose honestly than win unfairly. Azul secretly admires that purity.

Vil: Thinks they’re a disaster, but finds their unpolished charm oddly endearing. He calls them hopeless, yet uses them as an example of “true, natural beauty in imperfection.”

Idia: Calls them a “bugged NPC with a permanent debuff,” but slowly gets attached because their relentless positivity reminds him of bright, cheerful game mascots.

Malleus: Absolutely adores them. He finds their gentle nature and resilience captivating. Even when they fail spectacularly, he sees a “knight who stands even after defeat.”

Running Joke & Symbolism

Whenever there’s a competition or event, everyone bets on them losing… yet they still get cheered for more than the winners.

Over time, Haru Urara!Yuu becomes a symbol of hope at NRC—proof that trying, failing, and smiling anyway has its own kind of magic.

Their “never-winner” status makes them beloved, even if they’re the eternal underdog.

Example Scenarios

Spelldrive Match: Haru Urara!Yuu is put in as a last-resort player. They run across the field with amazing speed, only to trip five feet before the goal and accidentally score for the other team. Everyone still claps for them.

Potion Class: They follow instructions perfectly, but the cauldron still explodes. Crewel just sighs and tells them they’re “a curse in fur and hooves.”

Ramshackle Morning: Grim wakes up to find Haru Urara!Yuu trying to braid his fur because “he deserves to look stylish today.”

Overblot Crisis: Even if they’re knocked out early in the fight, their sheer willpower to stand back up gives their friends the morale boost to keep going.

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who else be romancing their umamusume

the uma musume x reader tag is BARE right now so here’s my contribution with some general relationship headcanons with our favorite insane horse ^_^

notes: reader is an umamusume but not gendered ‘cause i believe in trans & enby umamusume supremacy~ this gold ship is a mix of her game and anime counterpart! so i make references to both. english’s not my native language so i apologize for any mistake <3

Do you love your personal space? Whatever your answer is, you can be sure that Gold Ship loves it even more! She’s not even particularly touch-starved, she just really likes hugging and squeezing you and hearing the cute little noises you make when she surprises you~

If your lap is available, then Gold Ship will take her rightful seat~ If you had any doubts, yes—your lap belongs to her. I don’t make the rules.

The opposite is also true, however: you’re welcome to sit on hers whenever you want! … or whenever she manages to grab you. A word of advice, be careful when going anywhere near her—Gold Ship can and will make sure you don’t leave her side for a while! Her trainer was soooo rude today, she needs to hug her amazing partner to feel better~

Speaking of training, the umamusume will often use you as an excuse to ignore whatever her trainer is asking of her. You’re way more interesting and fun, why would she wanna be anywhere else?

I certainly hope your work ethic is strong enough to resist Gold Ship’s might and stubbornness! She won’t make it easy on you.

But, hey—if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll be able to convince your girlfriend to try a little harder! And if it ever happens, her trainer will be extremely grateful~

(The promise of delicious carrot cake is generally enough to convince you to help out. Remember to keep a slice or two for her, ok? Gold Ship might throw a tantrum otherwise.)

Being her partner does not save you from her chaotic nature. In fact, being around you only encourages her further—there’s a reason you love her, right? Right?!

Following that, dates with Gold Ship tend to be pretty spontaneous. She’ll get all sorts of random ideas and each time, you’ll be the first person she thinks of! Wanna find Eden, the paradise of umamusume? Catch some bugs in the Philipines?!

At least, she probably won’t shove you into a sack like she did her trainer… She’ll just carry you in her strong arms <3

Gold Ship knows you like them! Don’t be shy, you have the right to feel them whenever you want to… After all, there’s no way she’d let go of an opportunity to show off!

Will ask you to come to her races constantly and pull the puppy eyes when you seem hesitant. How is she going to win if she doesn’t have her biggest supporter watching over her?! You can’t do this to her!!

(You know she’s just exaggerating, but in the end, you’re always going to concede. Gold Ship will reward you with a kiss to the cheek!)

Of course, she’ll come to your races too! And she’ll be so loud about it, too. Whether you win or lose, it doesn’t matter to her—she’s gonna squeeze you so tightly anyway!

Please be ready for tackle hugs, if you’re gonna date Gold Ship. We all know she’s wild, and it’s already hard for her to hold back when you’re being so cute!!

Calls you by the weirdest pet names. She’ll be super cringe with it and think it’s super funny, especially if it annoys Mejiro McQueen.

Please help her with pranking McQueen. Please! Imagine how fun it would be to do this together?! Also, she might not even expect it from you… It’s gonna be a success, she swears!

One advantage of dating Gold Ship, however, is that anyone who ever annoys you is gonna get a good kick to the face. She’ll even brag about it to you: “Look, [Name]! That was for you! Want me to do it again?!”

The choice is all yours. Though, you may not want to be responsible for the consequent trip to the hospital… Well, don’t worry about that too much. If push comes to shove, Gold Ship’ll just kick ‘em again!

Your relationship has… its ups and downs, let’s say. Gold Ship can be very insensitive, and she knows that. She loses herself in her silly thoughts too easily—you may feel as though she doesn’t care about you, sometimes.

Your lovely girlfriend is determined to be better for you, though!

It’s from then on that you’ll see a different side to her—one that’s perhaps a bit quieter, but no less adoring. Gold Ship will do her best to stay on tracks, to listen to whatever you have to say.

In the end, you manage to help her work through her issues—and all that, just by being you. She’s so grateful to you for your patience <3

(The other umamusume love talking about how adorable you guys are!)

(As for McQueen…)

(Well. She’s very happy you two found each other! Hopefully her lunches will get quieter now…)

(don’t mind the userboxes, they’re just sign-offs! art on the right by caffeinatedoppossum.)

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From what I saw, this girl has like the most interesting training session, in terms of storytelling

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Don't Fall for this scam.

Transgender community, please please please do NOT use this product! It will kill you if used, please do not use it whatsoever.

Please reblog and spread the word

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happy birthday adonis ♡ i love you dearly

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COACH VARGAS WHY DID YOU TAKE OVER MISS RAVENS ACCOUNT? 😭

[ This interaction is a callback to this silly post! ]

He’s Perfect, a Pure Paragon!

“The first step of training is choosing the right exercise environment. Some people prefer solitary activities, while others thrive in team or social settings. Then there’s also indoors versus outdoors! Equipment availability, sunlight, the weather… There’s many things to consider!

“As for myself…” Vargas runs a hand through his gelled back hair and heaves a sigh. “My dashing good looks distract onlookers, so I’ve gotta watch where I work out! But since chibi Crowley here’s looking to show up the Magift Club by getting buff like yours truly—”

“Erm, not exactly buff, Coach,” Raven timidly corrects him.

“—it’d be better for her to train in private. The athletic extracurricular groups usually take up the gymnasium and the sports field at this time, and a private gym would mean a trip to Foothill Town… so the next best option is chibi Crowley’s room!!”

“And… That’s why you’re here now?” you ask, gesturing to you surroundings. “That still doesn’t explain why you’ve taken over.”

Indeed, he has. Posters of Vargas have been plastered on Raven’s walls. Everywhere you look, you’re greeted with his sparkling smile or a close-up shot of his muscles. More pictures take up her writing desk, and Vargas had even tacked himself over the preexisting photographs on her conspiracy board.

“It’s to help her get into the right mindset for training!! I figure that if she sees my astoundingly handsome face watching over her, it’ll give her the motivation she needs to power through workouts, even when I’m away teaching class. Vargas-sama is always with her in spirit!!”

“Um, and you’re okay with this, Miss Raven…?”

“Coach Vargas is the expert here. I have submitted myself to his guidance. If this is what he says it takes to become a stronger flier, then I will allow it.”

“That’s the ticket!! You’ll go far with that can-do attitude!!”

You facepalm. She’s a little too trusting…

Just then, a tapping sound came at the door. A familiar simpering voice calls out.

“Raven-kun, my cute little niece!! I’d like to have a word with you.”

“U-Uncle?!” The panic in her voice is raw. “Why… Why are you…”

“I know we’ve had our misunderstandings and disagreements, and I’ll admit that I’m not the most in-the-know with young women’s… interests. However, I was able to have a most productive conversation with Professor Trein, who has two daughters of his own. He’s shed much light on this situation, and I’m prepared to have ‘the talk’ with you.”

You and Raven’s eyes meet. A silent dread has set into her. If the headmaster sees this…

The knob rattles.

You lunge for the door, but it’s too late. Crowley flings it open with a flourish. Falling short, you crumple to the floor.

His smile immediately dies.

There’s Vargas, Vargas, Vargas, as far as the eye can see.

“… Um, I can explain this…” Raven squeaks—though she doesn’t sound like even she believes herself.

Crowley casts her a blank stare. His soul has been sucked dry, and he has no fight, no light, left in him.

He wordlessly collapses onto his hands and knees, clenching his hands into tight balls. Slamming both fists into the ground, he wails. “Where, oh, WHERE did I go wrong in raising you?!?!?”

“Th-The headmaster has fallen?!?!”

“G-Get ahold of yourself, Uncle!! This is completely undignified behavior!”

“It seems like even the headmaster is moved my memorabilia… Gahahah! My handsomeness is powerful enough to bring a grown man to tears!!”

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Reblog if you’re OK with people sending you asks about your OCs, ‘sonas or even about yourself

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Polyurethane's VA quoted a meme and I animated it as quick as possible

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first years + Silver x reader, in where the reader is sleeping over on their room without their housewarden knowing and have to hide em (bonus points if the housewarden gets jealous plsss)

FIRST YEARS + SILVER X READER

Where you hide when the housewarden almost catches you in his room

I'm sorry but I couldn't do anything about the housewarden's jealousy, hope u like it anyways!

You really should’ve said no.

Should’ve gone back to Ramshackle like a responsible prefect. Should’ve listened to Grim’s grumbling and gone to bed at a normal hour.

Haha no.

You let Ace smirk at you with that shit eating grin, throw his arm over your shoulder, and mutter “C’mon, just for tonight. I’ll make it fun~”

Now you’re under Ace's bed.

Like. Literally under. With your knees cramped up to your chest and your nose pressed against a suspicious sock, and Ace is sitting up top, fake-snoring so loud you’re gonna scream.

Riddle’s voice floats in from the hallway. “Lights off, Ace. And if I catch you playing games at this hour again—” Ace cuts him off, all chipper: “No games, housewarden! Just sleeping like a good little rosebud~” You nearly wheeze. This clown.

There’s a long silence. Then, finally, the sound of retreating footsteps. You hear Deuce mutter, “You’re gonna get us all killed,” and Ace grins.

Once the coast is clear, Ace throws his blanket off and hops down to crouch beside you. “Hey, babe,” he whispers. “Still alive down there?” You swat at his arm. “I’m gonna kill you.”“I love when you talk dirty.”“ACE.”

He laughs and pulls you out from under the bed. And honestly? You’re pissed, you’re disheveled, but the way he beams at you when you’re safe in his bed again, curled up against his side?

…You’d do it all over again.

So listen.

This was your idea.

Epel’s whole room smells like apple shampoo and you thought hey, a little snuggle time with my farm boy bf wouldn’t hurt anyone!

Wrong.

Because Vil just so happened to come back early from his late-night spa treatment and you two were in the middle of a cuddle so aggressive it could be labeled a wrestling match. You rolled on top of each other, grabbed each other's wrists, played to see who could give the most kisses while you put your hands on each other's faces, laughing, and tangled up.

"GET IN THE CLOSET," Epel whispers, scrambling to throw a blanket over the scene of the crime. "But—!""THE. CLOSET."

You slam the door shut just as Vil glides in, expression sharp.

“Epel. What is this? Your bed looks like it’s been ravaged by a particularly vicious boar.” “Heheh. I toss and turn a lot?”

Vil’s eyes narrow.

He begins straightening Epel’s bed, tutting at the state of it, one step away from opening the closet.

You’re inside holding your breath and gripping Epel’s hoodie. Through the crack in the door, you can see Vil’s manicured fingers reaching for the handle.

Death is nigh. Life flashes before your eyes.

But then—

“WAIT!” Epel blurts out. “Don’t open that!”

Vil pauses. Slowly turns. “…Why not?” “Because,” Epel says, brain lagging, “I have Neige LeBlanche posters that Rook gave me there."

Silence.

“Excuse me?”“He said he wanted me to observe the real beauty and he had so many posters...’” “…”

Vil pinches the bridge of his nose, mutters something about freakish weirdos and leaves.

You tumble out five seconds later, gasping. Epel helps you up looking proud and horrified at the same time.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever said.”

“You’re so messed up.”

You both cackle like lunatics into the night.

Silver is… a problem.

Not because he doesn’t want you there. No, Silver loves having you around. It’s just—

He forgot. Literally.

You’re waking up in his bed, tangled in the sheets, and Silver blinks awake next to you looking around like he just respawned.

“Yuu...?” he mumbles, voice still sleepy. “Did we… did I…”“You invited me over last night.” “I did?” “You said ‘the moon’s lonely tonight. Come warm me up.’ It was poetic and kinda hot.” “Oh. I do remember that.”

He curls back into you like a sleepy kitten, arms around your waist. You start dozing off again—until a very distinctive knock rattles the door.

Lilia.

"Oh no. I forgot he’s on patrol.”

You scramble to hide under the covers while Silver stumbles to the door. Lilia peeks inside smile already too knowing.

“Morning, my little dreamer. Sleep well?” “Yeah.” “Alone?” “...Yes.”

Lilia’s eyes flick to the suspiciously lumpy bed. He says nothing. He simply nods.

“Tell Yuu under the sheets I said hi,” he says, and disappears into the hallway.

Silver turns to you under the blankets. “I’m never going to survive him.” You peek out and kiss his nose. “He ships us.”“I know. That’s what scares me.”

You both fall back into the bed again, resigned to your fate.

Jack is the worst at sneaking you in.

He’s too tall and too honest, and WAY too nervous. He acts guilty before you even do anything.

Tonight’s no different.

You’re in his room, cozy in his oversized hoodie (it’s so soft help), both of you curled up together on the floor with a blanket and your legs tangled. The dorm is mostly asleep, and Jack is doing his best to stay calm.

And then… the doorknob rattles.

Jack’s ears go straight up. He stands like he’s been electrocuted, grabs the blanket, and throws it over your head like that’s going to make you disappear.

“Jack. Why’s your door locked?” “Just—! Working out!” “…At midnight?” “UH. YEAH.”

You nearly choke trying not to laugh under the blanket. You feel Jack’s foot nudge you, a silent pls don’t expose me tap.

Leona finally walks away, yawning and muttering something about hormonal teenagers and their dumb secrets.

Once he’s gone, Jack collapses beside you, covering his face with both hands.

“I hate lying. I’m gonna get grey fur from this.” You kiss his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”“You’re lucky I love you.” “Aw~ you love me?” “Shut up.”

You fall asleep that night wrapped in a burrito, safe in his arms, and even if he complains the next morning, the way he keeps sneaking glances at you says he’d risk it again in a heartbeat.

Now Sebek tries to be stealthy. Tries really hard. Puts up his walls and declares he will not succumb to such foolish disobedience! But he already has. Because you’re in his room. Curled up in his bed. Wearing his oversized shirt. It’s a disaster. It’s wonderful.

Malleus has NO IDEA. Which, honestly? Makes Sebek more anxious than fighting blindfolded.

You, meanwhile, are delighted.

“Babe. Youre nervous.” “THAT IS A LIE.” “Your voice is louder than-.” “THEN PERHAPS YOU SHOULD—"

You clamp a hand over his mouth and hiss, “Shhh!”

Cue dramatic pacing. Cue Sebek swearing on his honor that if the Young Master walks in, you are to jump out the window and never look back.

Of course that’s when the knock comes.

“Sebek. I sensed unrest. Is everything alright?” “YOUNG MASTER! I—ALL IS WELL. DO NOT WORRY YOUR—YOUR HEAD.” You literally stuffing your face into the pillows to keep from laughing

Malleus, meanwhile, raises an eyebrow outside the door. He can feel another presence. One that makes Sebek’s aura thrum with warmth. He’s quiet. Then speaks.

“…Be careful, Sebek.” And walks away.

Sebek freezes. You peek up at him. “He knows, doesn’t he.”“I AM DOOMED, HUMAN.”

You snort and wrap your arms around him anyway. Doomed or not this is your favorite place to be.

So Deuce was totally against this at first.

“Yuu, what if we get caught?” he’d whispered sweating. “I’m still on thin ice with Riddle! I can’t get another demerit—I’ll die.”

And like. Yeah. Fair. But also? You pouted. You tugged on his sleeve. You gave him the eyes. What was he supposed to do, say no??

So here you are, tucked into Deuce’s bed, while he lies on top of the blanket next to you, eyes darting to the door every time the floor creaks.

And of course. OF COURSE.

Riddle knocks.

“Spade. I’m conducting a room inspection.”

Your souls leave your bodies.

Deuce leaps up, whisper-yelling “HIDE!” and you barely dive into the tiny closet before the door opens. You nearly trip over his boots, clutching his uniform jacket, heart hammering so loud you’re sure Riddle can hear it.

Meanwhile, Deuce is doing his best impression: standing at attention, sweating bullets, and praying Riddle doesn’t notice the two cups on his nightstand.

“Why are there two cups?” “Hydration, sir. I get double-thirsty.” Riddle suspiciously squint. You choke silently on a laugh

Miraculously Riddle moves on. After what feels like three years and a full background check he finally leaves.

Deuce sprints to the closet, throws the door open, and you fall into his arms like a ragdoll.

“I hate this,” he wheezes. “I hate how much I love this.”“So… tomorrow night too?” “ABSOLUTELY NOT.” (you’ll be back tomorrow night.)