#Cw: grim vibes

[ominouspuff]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)

Tagged by @rooksunday

WIP Symbolic (ish?) Anakin/Padme

Technically my last line was on an emoji of Rex Blushing, but this was the last line for artworks so we’re going with that. Last line was a color-layer blend of red and orange for the background.

No-pressure tagging @gaeasun @alwayskote @frostbitebakery @razzbberry @chiliger @ddeck @denimscotch

[the-mechanica]

why does this go so hard, Michaels? why does this go so hard?

[writingouthere]

singledad!sukuna x neighbor!reader; the promised prequel, you and Sukuna gaslighting each other into a relationship. You don't need to have read the first story to get this one but it's here! Yuuji is Sukuna's little brother but Sukuna has raised him since birth and Yuuji calls him dad.

cw: the vibes are bad but mutual so? like Sukuna is lying, scheming his way into being your husband but you are also lying, scheming to be his wife

Phase 1: Gaslight

Sukuna walked to the top of the landing feeling pretty fucking incredible. Today, he'd managed to beat the shit out of some crusty, old fucks who thought they could get some of their old territory back from him and Uraume. As a bonus, he'd managed to embarrass that nosy cop Yaga who was always bothering them.

Nothing like important evidence in a upcoming case mysteriously vanishing to get you some side-eye from the city. Sukuna thought that was what they deserved for using a closed circuit security cam system they'd probably bought in the 90's.

To add to this amazing day, he was about to get to eat dinner with his little brother and his gorgeous neighbor who was watching him.

His phone buzzed and Sukuna looked down to see a text from Uraume.

Where are you?

Another message followed shortly after.

Did you already go home? Is this about your neighbor? It's getting sad.

Sukuna chose to ignore his only friend and head for his apartment, which was conveniently across yours. Well at least it had proved convenient for him.

You had moved in a few months ago and Sukuna had been instantly smitten. As soon as you had introduced yourself to Sukuna, he knew it was over. He wanted you to look at him all the time, although he supposed he could let you give Yuuji some of your attention.

You had looked at his tattoos, his piercings, his dyed hair with some obvious interest, but then talked to him like he was a normal person. Maybe it was the effect of a clinging Yuuji calling him 'daddy', but you seemed to find him nonthreatening to an almost offensive degree. He found he didn't mind it.

He had offered you any help you might need, just from one neighbor to another and you had thanked him with all of your good manners on display.

You had taken him up on his offer of help when your radiator had stopped working a few weeks after you moved in. The super in your building was notoriously shitty and as such, had not been answering any of your calls or texts. Sukuna had fixed it while you and Yuuji drew some pictures and listened to some overly peppy pop music. When Sukuna had finished, you had insisted the two of them stay for dinner as payment and Sukuna couldn't help but accept.

You didn't need to know the radiator was broken in the first place because he had picked your lock and fucked up the valve the night before. You were clearly just as eager to get to know him as he was you, you just needed a little push and he was happy provide it.

Later, when telling you a story while you cooked, he knew he hadn't mistaken the pleased look in your eyes when he mentioned he was a single parent. He didn't let on that he noticed though and he continued telling you a story about Yuuji and Megumi's nearly successful attempt to kidnap a very confused hound from the dog park.

The boy had protested at his correct version of events. "His owner was mean!"

"Yuuji, he was a thousand and so was the mutt. He probably thought Megumi was the grim reaper finally there to take him home."

Yuuji had kept arguing while you laughed and laughed. Sukuna was quickly addicted to the sound.

Dinner had been delicious and the three of you spent the whole evening together. Sukuna couldn't help but think that it felt right.

Maybe he was growing soft in his old age, but he didn't hate the idea of coming home to this every night. After a stressful day of blood, gore and various shenanigans, it would be nice to come back to a kind face and a warm home. It helped that Yuuji, the brat, spent the whole night smiling so hard it looked almost painful.

After he put Yuuji to bed that night, Sukuna made a decision that he would be coming home every night to that. He just needed to get you on board.

He'd tried asking you out the normal way, but you had been hesitant. You had spouted some bullshit about a bad ex, needing to focus on your career, blah, blah. In your defense, you did look genuinely remorseful about turning him down, and Sukuna recognized in you a strong sense of self preservation and wariness that he understood. Sukuna told that it wasn't a problem. And it wasn't.

He just had to change tactics.

The idea had come to him a few weeks after you turned him down. You hadn't rejected him because you weren't interested, he knew that. Sukuna had seen the way you smiled at him, the hungry stare when his shirt would get caught when he took off a sweatshirt. You had clearly been hurt by people who hadn't deserved you and you were justifiably nervous. He needed to show you that he was here to take care of you.

God, he would be so good to you, you just didn't see it yet. By the time you realized what was going on, you would be so happy that you wouldn't mind the steps that you you there. He wasn't going to give you any other option.

This all led to him to the next part of his plan. Even though he had Yuuji in the most expensive daycare laundered money could buy, he had decided to tell you that there was a sudden issue with the center. He had kept it vague and you hadn't pressed him for details. The fact those details led to Yuuji needing childcare when you happened to not be at work, well that was just good fortune.

Like the good girl you were, you immediately agreed to watch Yuuji when he had called telling you the fake problem with the daycare. When it had happened again the next week, this time a work emergency he couldn't get out of, you agreed to help again. And then again and again and again until you were watching Yuuji at least two or three nights a week.

Now, some people may have a problem weaponizing their four-year old to get a woman to date them. Sukuna did not have this hang up. Afternoons watching Yuuji quickly turned into dinners with the three of you, and every day just brought you closer and closer to finally being together.

Sukuna had even worked up to some light touching. Just a quick brushing of his hand on your shoulder when thanking you, moving you aside by your hips when the two of you were in the kitchen. At first, you'd seemed a little unsure but now you had even begun returning his affection. You were quick to squeeze his hand or lean against him on the couch during your little family move nights.

Thinking about what he could get away with tonight, Sukuna knocks twice on his door before using his key to unlock it. Upon entering, he's immediately tackled by a mini-linebacker.

"Daddy!"

Used to the boy's antics, Sukuna caught him and closes the door with his hip before walking over to where you were stirring something on the stove.

"Hey kid, how was your day?" Sukuna asks Yuuji as you shoot them both a fond smile.

"It was amazing! Megumi's mom brought one of their dogs to daycare today and he was so fluffy...."

Yuuji goes on and on about his day while making sure to slip in how they should definitely get a dog every couple of sentences. Aside from how the idea of a creature existing only be to owned and loved at will by it's owners disgusting Sukuna, he also still keenly remembers the time Yuuji found a dead earthworm outside and cried for an hour. Being responsible for a living, shitting thing that would eventually die was probably still too much for him.

You find Yuuji's ramblings charming and even though you hadn't arrived at pick up early enough to see Megumi's mommy with the dog, you agree with Yuuji that he must have been a very fluffy boy indeed.

"Sounds like you had a good day," he says before looking over at you. "Thanks again for stepping in to watch the brat, I really appreciate it."

While Yuuji protests his less than affectionate nickname, you distract him by pinching his cheek. "No worries, Yuuji and I had a lot of fun. Right, Yuuji?"

"Yeah!"

Insult forgotten, Yuuji leans against Sukuna's shoulder while you put the finishing touches on dinner.

You're keeping Sukuna company while he does the dishes later when you bring something up that almost trips him up.

"You know, I talked to the daycare worker today and she was wondering why you weren't picking up Yuuji as much. She said you'd never missed a day before a few months ago."

You say it innocently, but there is a question implied there. What has changed?

He keeps it casual as he dries a plate with his newly aquired sunflower hand towel. "Yeah, it sucks not being able to get the kid every day, but work has really been on my case lately."

This wasn't true. Work was work, and even in the past he'd always prioritized time with Yuuji over getting extra jobs done. Now, he thought of the time he was gone as investing in Yuuji's future by making sure you would be a part of it. The extra cash he was bringing in would probably end up in Yuuji's college fund or as a down payment on a house for your soon to be growing family anyway.

Sukuna was actually quite thoughtful when you got down to it.

You take his words at face value. The two of you are chatting about some play the daycare would be putting on, where Yuuji would be starring as a particularly cheerful acorn, when his phone rang. Sukuna would normally ignore it, but the ringtone was one he had set specifically for Kenjaku and that fuck was not to be left unattended.

"Give me just a sec," he tells you before heading into another room.

"What the fuck do you want?" he asks, already bored with the conversation and impatient to get back to you and Yuuji.

It's some nonsense about a late shipment and incompetent people who are not Sukuna, and he gets more pissed as the minutes keep ticking. Finally, he tells the creep what he's going to him if he doesn't figure the mess out himself. It starts with some mild dismemberment and ends with an unspeakable act with his open skull once Sukuna rips out the stitches he'd recently gotten under mysterious circumstances.

He hangs up and goes out into the living room where you and Yuuji are watching tv. You're picking at your nail beds, something he's only seen you do when you're upset, but you give him a smile as he comes to sit down next to you.

He tells himself that he's being paranoid. The tv is loud and you're too good a girl to eavesdrop.

You leave not too long after the call and as you go to the door, you hesitate.

"Something on your mind," he asks wondering if maybe you heard something after all.

You shake your head and smile at him again. "No, it's nothing. I'm just so tired from work, honestly."

You turn to leave and he gently grabs your arm and pulls you closer. You look too taken aback for him to try and kiss you now, so he just presses his lips against your temple, taking in the smell of your hair and the warmth you give him.

"Good night, princess."

You give him a shaky good night in return and he watches you go into your apartment before he shuts the door. He can't keep the smug grin off his face, everything was going according to plan.

Phase 2: Gatekeep

You weren't going to stop anywhere on your way home from daycare but Yuuji really wants to go to the park and you just couldn't say no to his cute face. Sukuna said he would be home late anyway, since he was stuck at the office. Again.

You still didn't know what 'office' Sukuna worked at exactly ,but the hours seemed pretty wild. This was the fourth time in the past two weeks he'd called you, contrite in a way that didn't seem natural to him, asking if you could pick up Yuuji from daycare. You didn't mind helping him, in fact you loved hanging out with the four year-old. It definitely beat going back to your quiet apartment every night.

But still, it seemed weird for someone as in control as Sukuna to not have a better handle on his childcare. He's presumably had this job a while, and Yuuji hadn't been born yesterday. Considering you'd once watched an entire elevator of people in your building get out when they saw Sukuna get on, you doubted he could count on his other neighbors for last minute childcare.

There also that weird phone call you'd overheard that night at his place.

"Look, it's Megumi!"

You look to see where Yuuji is waving with his free hand while his other one is dragging you with inhuman strength towards a small boy with black hair and a very cultivated resting bitch face.

"Hi Megumi, it's nice to meet you. Are you Yuuji's friend?" The little boy nods and looks you up and down as you finish introducing yourself.

"Yuuji's talked about you." The boy looks like he's about to say more but Yuuji laughs and starts pulling him away towards the swings with calls for you to watch and see how high you can go.

Watching the two boys run around, you almost forget how cold you are and how confusing the past few weeks, few months really, have been.

"Ah, so you're the neighbor."

You turn and see a beautiful man walking up to you. His hair is long, styled in a half up-half down style that would make you look like you belonged to a weird religious cult, but on him looks fashionable. His coat is plain black, but you recognize the logo and are in awe that someone so wealthy would just bring their kid to a random public park.

You really don't get rich people.

"Um, who are you?"

The man laughs but it isn't a nice sound, it's a pretty sound, everything about this man is pretty, but his laugh isn't giving "laughing with you" vibes.

"I'm Suguru, Megumi's parent. I'm sure you'll meet my other half soon enough," he says with a fondness that makes you smile.

"Is your wife still at work?"

"Husband," he corrects kindly, as he sips from one of those expensive water bottles you're always seeing online. "And I suppose, I mean he's at work in the same way that Ryoumen is at work."

You feel that unpleasant feeling well up in you again, the one that told you the valve on the radiator had been there and been fine when you went to sleep that night. "Sorry, do they work at the same company or something?" You laugh but it's forced and the look in his eyes sharpens.

"Company?"

You're irritated now and with a look to confirm the boys are still preoccupied with each other you turn to this infuriating stranger with all the uncertainty and anxiety that has been building in you since Sukuna kissed your temple when you left the other night.

"Alright, what the fuck is going on? I don't know you or your husband or even Sukuna lately but it's obvious you're mixed up with some shady shit-"

"You're right, you really don't know anything." The words are said with the same kind tone from earlier, but there's something nasty underlying them.

"Let me help you out," Suguru says and his height helps him look down on you literally as he does so with his words. "Ryoumen is not your friend and all of these little situations you're finding yourself in, he's making them up. Normally, I wouldn't mind. However, Satoru and I made a bet on when you'd figure it out, or run for the hills. If this goes on much longer, Satoru is going to win and believe me, he'll be insufferable if that happens."

"How kind of you," you tell him and he just smiles in a practiced fashion. "So what is it exactly that I need to know? I already knew that Sukuna liked me."

"Like is an interesting word," Suguru says.

"What word would you use?"

Suguru thinks about it for a minute and takes another sip of his water. "Obsessed, possessive, irrational."

"I see why I would run for the hills," you say dryly and he laughs, actually amused this time.

"Maybe, it depends on what you're looking for."

You were curious despite yourself. "What do you mean?"

"I'll deny it if you ever tell either of them, but your Ryoumen and my Satoru have a lot in common. They're strong and self absorbed in a way that most people rightfully find off putting. They don't think other people are as substantial as they are, which they may be right about." You listen as he continues, unsure where this is going. "This means they don't have many weaknesses, but the weaknesses they do have are crippling."

"What weaknesses are those?" you ask but you have an idea, watching the two boys continue to chase each other around the swings.

"They don't care about many people, but the people they do carry about, they'll burn the world for. Satoru did the same bullshit with me that Ryoumen is pulling with you. Just pushing himself into my life little by little and rearranging everything until he was right at the center of it."

"What did you do when you found out?" You wonder how that had led to a marriage, and wonder if this was some basement wife shit. Suguru gives you an amused look like he can read your thoughts.

"He's not a....subtle creature, I knew almost right away."

You still feel lost. "Why didn't you confront him, tell him you knew what was happening?"

"He doesn't need to know everything, he has plenty on his mind as it is. Some information is better kept just for me."

In fairness, it is hard for you to see the man in front of you being manipulated into anything, but you still push. "It just sounds like you're excusing his behavior."

"I let Satoru have me, because I wanted what he was offering. He wanted a partner, someone to raise Megumi with after he killed his old man," you really felt like this required more explanation but Suguru kept going like he was talking about the weather. "He was my best friend and I loved him, I didn't mind if he wanted to make me his little housewife. I was tired of dealing with all that shit, anyway."

"So what? It's okay that he manipulated you into marriage, because you love him? That seems fucked up to me."

"Maybe, but I don't mind. You may not understand this, but I came from the middle of nowhere before I met Satoru. I was poor, I had nothing going for me except I was smart and was willing to do whatever work I could get, and I also happened to be the only out gay person I had ever met." You winced in sympathy and he sighed before shaking out his long, glossy hair.

"Besides, you're missing the point. You can either hold on to your false illusion of independence and move through life at the will of people and institutions bigger and more powerful than you," he says and gives you a pointed look. "Or you can choose to put your life in the hands of someone who can stand up to those institutions and people in your name."

"It just seems like picking your poison to me," but you can see what he means in spite of yourself. Years of shitty exes, jobs that exploited your labor, a life that had been harder than you wanted and at the end of the day an apartment empty of anyone to go back to. What did you really want here?

"Well I love Satoru, I know he loves me and Megumi, and that there is nothing and no one that he wouldn't face in order to protect us. What else could I want?"

Before you can answer his question, the same one you had asked yourself. Megumi calls out he's hungry and Suguru tells him they are going home. Both boys start to run over to the two of you.

"Just think about it. Soon it won't be your choice at all."

"Why are you really telling me this?" you can't help but ask and he looks at you.

"Because I think it should be your choice. They may be gods among men, but that doesn't mean they have to rule us." He gives one last calculated smile that sends shivers down your spine. "Having the ear of a god gives you a lot more than just a pretty ring, if you use it right."

Suguru and Megumi wave when they leave and Yuuji grabs your hand as the two of you make your way back home.

"Megumi's mom is so nice!"

"Yeah," you say a little distracted. But with every step towards your apartment, you become more sure of what you want and that gives you a sense of calm you'd been missing since Sukuna came carving his own path into your life. "He was lovely."

Phase 3: Girlboss

Sukuna looked at the ceiling of your apartment, which was just raining down water, and then looked at you.

"You said you woke up and it was just like this?"

He tried not to sound incredulous but damn, you must sleep like the dead. It was like the a fucking typhoon in here.

Your eyes teared up a little and you tugged at the baggy t-shirt you were wearing, which just brought his attention to how it barely reached your thighs and were you even wearing panties-

"I just don't know what to do Sukuna, do you think there's something wrong with the pipes?"

Sukuna tried his best to make eye contact with you and maybe if he'd been paying better attention, he would have seen your eyes were shining with victory, not tears, but alas he was only a man.

"Yeah, it looks like a pipe burst upstairs. That apartment has been empty forever, useless super must have not done anything to make sure it was good for winter."

You nodded and then let out a big sigh that managed to nearly drown out the water. "What if I can't stay in the apartment? Where am I going to live?"

Sukuna shook his head and wiped away a tear on your cheek. "Let me go check it out upstairs before you freak out, okay?" He took his key out and handed it to you. "Just go wait in my apartment okay, I'll let you know what I find."

You nod and Sukuna leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead before heading upstairs to the vacant apartment. The door is unlocked, Sukuna assumed to make it easier for prospective tenants to check it out.

As soon as Sukuna gets to the bathroom he sees the problem. A pipe is leaking. It seemed careless for the super to let it get to this point, but it wouldn't be hard to fix. In fact, Sukuna doesn't even have to go back to his apartment for any tools. A toolkit is stashed under the sink, next to where the pipe is leaking. Sukuna grabs a wrench and it doesn't take more than a minute to tighten the pipe up.

"Weird," Sukuna says but whatever. Not his job to critique shitty workmanship in a building he doesn't own at 3 in the morning. As Sukuna puts the wrench back, he notices the kit looks a lot like the little starter kit you have in your own apartment.

The super should really have better materials.

Sukuna returns back to his apartment to see you pacing across his living room and you just look so lost that he can't help but pull you into his arms. "It's fine, I fixed it. We'll just dry out your apartment and I can call someone to come look at it in the morning."

"What if it's not fixable? What if I have to move out-"

"You're leaving!"

Sukuna looks over your head to see Yuuji standing there, the little boy probably woken up by all the movement this late at night.

"No, no one's leaving Yuuji," he said but Yuuji's eyes still filled with tears anyway and you seemed stressed as well.

"I don't know, I might have to if there's any permanent damage."

Yuuji is actually crying now and you seem on the brink too, so Sukuna holds out his arms and you both crowd in, your face now hidden in his t-shirt.

"Even if something is wrong, you'll always have a place with us. It's all going to be fine." He held both of his precious people to him, unaware that he wasn't the only one smiling. "Don't worry."

Yeah, you weren't worried.

But, maybe Sukuna should be.

this took a weirdly long time, it maybe was meant to be broken up more, but hope everyone enjoys. next up is the closing arc of my singlemom! series.

the Suguru scene was the hardest thing I've written for this page and it got way more serious than I thought it would but it was the first scene I thought of for this story.

[mochinomnoms]

why were you digging? what did you bury, before those hands pulled me from the earth?

art by wolfythewitch

Hozier lyrics in which they embody when loving you.

multi x gn!reader

[tw/cw} - some of the lyrics are gendered, few suggestive parts

[note] - i forgot i had this drafted for a while lol anyways only romantic vibes cause i couldnt find satisfactory lyrics for grim and ortho :( i also was gonna add the halloweenie boys but then it wouldnt have been evenly split and i didnt want that lol

[edit] - I FORGOT AZUL IM SORRY AZULITO FORGIVE ME—

"I know who I am when I'm alone/I'm something else when I see you" - It Will Come Back

He's always been sure of who he is and how he presents himself. He has an image that he must uphold, his reputation is dependent on it. Yet, that perfectly sculpted person comes crumbling down, firm marble turned into malleable clay with you. He should be appalled by the very idea of someone having so much hold over him, yet he can't bring himself to care. You see through him, and it's addicting. You see through him, but still show him kindness, and it's addicting. You see through him, still show him kindness, even knowing just what thoughts he has of you at night, and it's addicting. He has an addiction, and you're his drug of choice. There is no rehab for getting him off of you, once he's hooked he's never letting go of the high that you are. Then again, if you knew just who he really is, perhaps the addiction was mutual.

Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper

"We lay here for years or for hours/So long, we'd become the flowers" - In a Week

He is admittedly a simple man, even if he might portray or say he desires otherwise. But deep down, he is very simple: he'd like to be with you forever, that's it. Laying in the grass, the sounds of cicadas and birds singing, the smell of dewy grass and freshly bloomed flowers, all of that with you would be his dream. He hopes that you two will live a long life together, that your graves will be one, your bodies decomposing together into the earth as nature intended. You hope that centuries into the future, some bright-eyed archaeologists will see the patch of flowers growing over your grave and dig to find your two skeletons intertwined. You both hope that theories and myths are created in the image of your long gone bodies so that the memory of your love will live forever on.

Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl, Rook Hunt, Silver

"She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily/Better yet, she wouldn't care" - Jackie & Wilson

Loud and impulsive to a fault is how most would describe him, and really he should care more about the problems this causes. He should, but why when you take him as he is, flaws and all? To you, the impulsivity, his loud mouth, his rash nature, his bluntness, they weren't flaws—they were him and you love him. And he loves you—for all your naivete, doting, and enabling ways. If there's trouble to be found, it's likely you're both involved: you chasing after him as he goes of. Is it naive to think that this sort of relationship won't eventually burst into flames? Probably. Is it a bit toxic if you were to look at your relationship critically? Probably. But he doesn't care (even if he normally would or should), and neither do you. Instead, for just a bit, you indulge in the present, rather than the past or future. Just for a bit

Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt

"You're bright as the morning, soft as the rain/Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape" - Too Sweet

Something about you is just a bit off-putting: you're a bit too put together, too cheery, too sweet for someone in your situation. It's more off-putting to him that he's drawn to you anyways. Part of him holds himself back, as he's a realist at heart. One day, any day now, you can go back home, where your sweetness rightfully belongs. Part of him though wants to that sweetness, make it rightfully his and his alone. It's why he can't keep himself away from you, he'd rather defile you, ruin you for anyone else so that you'd have no choice but to come running back to him for that sweet satisfaction that only he can provide. You're not stupid though, you know just what he's doing; lucky for him, you're happy to let him age you into a fine wine, made just for his taste.

Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Lilia Vanrouge

"Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I" - Francesca

You have ingrained your very being into his own. The sight, the sound thought of you has him yearning for your touch in ways that would put a god to shame. But Eros had no role in his love for you. Since he's met you, somehow you've managed to core out a space in his heart in the shape of your body. Without you, he'd be empty. Without you, he'd be devastated, experiencing an anguish that would kill his very soul. His love is so strong, so overwhelming, so earth-shattering that he'd alter the very laws of the universe just to keep you with him. Could you even bring yourself to deny him if the choice to leave ever came? You have him in the palm of your hand, like a god with their worshipper. You'll be a merciful and loving god to your devotee, won't you?

Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

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[queenendless]

TWISTED DEVIL 😈

A/n: Prologue to a potential AU series, mini or otherwise.

May edit this into a masterlist if I write enough fics about this. So sorry about this short piece. Future oneshot parts may be just as short. Wanna write twst x reader fics based off the dorm songs being released lately.

I honestly am having Solo Leveing writers block/burnout. So I need to write other stuff. Sorry about those that are waiting for those Jinwoo fics but I need a break.

CW: GN!human demon hybrid Reader. Yandere esque vibes. One-shot esque AU series. MAJOR SPOILERS INVOLVED!

NO REPOSTING, PLAGIARIZING, TRANSLATING, AI USAGE OR BOT/AGELESS BLOGS ALLOWED. Reblogs, likes and follows are appreciated.

You are the sole child of Chernabog; the King of Bald Mountain, Controller of Demons.

Your birth alone brought about waves of fears

upon the world. The religious naysayers that already feared him hunted you down.

So you and your mother went into hiding, away from the loonies of that variety as well as those that desired to use you for their self-serving machinations.

Because you're half demon, you age much more slowly than mortals. Which was why when your mother was on her death bed that night, you were physically a teenager but your biological age was nearly a century old. The moment she passed away, you already felt your father reaching out through your infernal bond.

Your dormant monster side is only brought forth amidst emergencies or such intense emotions. And thus, your true nature was suppressed from the unaware public masses. Hiding away in seclusion, just you and her, until it was only you in that now lonely cottage.

Yet as you pictured his imposing presence in the far off distance on that eerie foggy night, the double horse black carriage carrying the coffin came out of left field and struck you head on.

The moment you awaken from the coffin at your orientation ceremony at Night Raven College results in your fellow freshmen and senpai tensing up at your already strong magical presence.

Despite your soft features and demure presence, the aura of corruption hung over you. Your eyes glinted with the promise of mystery.

They're all, initially, intimidated by you. Although these prideful mages in training wouldn't let their true faces nor feelings show that much. Some more so than others …

Despite that, your soul didn't align with the other dorms, despite your magical potential. Much like the prefect — prefects actually. There's a few of them.

And so, you were placed in Ramshackle Dorm with them and their dire beast companion Grim.

The ghostly residents flocked to you immediately, retaining your father's ability of attracting the spiritual variety.

Preferring this over being on your own for the first time in your existence or even staying with the literal embodiment of evil himself, you chose to give this arcane boarding school a chance.

And so, you, Y/n L/n, became a freshman at NRC.

Expanding your mind and knowledge about this new world that you were brought into on your first year here.

Becoming close with your fellow schoolmates, mending the scar left upon your beastly heart, leaving your own mark on them, bringing forth their deepest darkest desires.

You had yet to show any of them your suppressed nature, your true form, horrified at the potential cataclysmic chain reaction that would be set off should the time ever come. Until then, you would appreciate your chaotically enjoyable school life for as long as it lasts.

Ah yes, indeed, you fell in love with the world of Twisted Wonderland. For your precious mages existed in it, side by side with you.

[valentine-cafe]

 ˖⁺. “ darling, can I be your favourite ? ” : 

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 . . . verse 9948e jìngyí x fem reader !! 🍒 : ﹙  grim reaper ˖ himbo character﹚

your brother's best friend is such an idiot - yet for some reason you can't stop staring at his d-d-d- face!

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ brother's best friend trope ˖ size difference ˖ penetrative sex ˖ wet dreams ˖ caught masturbating ˖ rough sex ˖ dirty talk ˖  fingering ˖ risky sex ˖ face riding  | wc : 1.6k 

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Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who you view as just a silly himbo. You hear his loud laughing downstairs and cannot help but roll your eyes before you stuff your face back into your book. You watch how he steals your brother’s food and childishly insists it’s because he’s ‘growing.’ How he is so hellbent on that damn gym . . . why does he need any more muscle? He has plenty! You would know, you’ve stared at his arms, his toned v-line when he stretches, the way his body flexes subconsciously while he is doing everyday tasks.

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who is the height of irritation with how he jokes and pokes fun at you though. How he ruffles your hair up or snatches your phone and holds it over your head. He’s known you since all of you were kids, it’s his duty to bully you like a big brother would, he claims! You wanna throw something at him. A chair. Yourself.

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who you find to be so annoying, but is such a sweetheart around you! Always asks if you are doing alright, holds doors open and pulls out chairs for you. You snuck out to a party and didn’t want your brother to know and needed someone to come pick you up; Jìngyí was there. He carries the grocery bags for you if he catches you slaving your way along. He’s always there to offer you a lift. Everything. So why do you hate him so? It’s all playful, fun and games, it’s always been like that. Recently, you feel it becoming more genuine. Maybe it’s because. . .

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who has no idea that you have started dreaming about him. About those large, strong hands on your thighs. How they might squeeze and stretch you open. Just like how he’ll stretch you out on his cock. You know that he is big - you accidentally walked in on him changing. You wished your courage won and you threw yourself to his lap. But he’s so stupid! Would he even know how to please a girl?

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who caught you humping at your pillow. Ass flushed to your heels as you scrunch the sheets in front of you. The constant rock of your hips that gave him the perfect view of a wet patch forming on your panties. Were you grinding on a vibe? Seems like it. But what shot straight to his dick is the way you were moaning his name. Laced with cusses, pleads, ridicules. How dare he make you feel like this, how dare he make you want his cock soooo badly?

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who fucks you over that same pillow since you wanna whine so much. He spanks a broad hand on your thigh and yanks you back on every thrust. Watches how your flesh ripples as his cockhead bullies your cervix. He’s even bigger when he’s hard. Meaner too.

“Such a messy pussy you have here baby. She think of me a lot?”

Where’s the stupid, sweet boy you’ve known for years? Behind you. Hips grinding on your ass while his cock splits you open. A part of you wishes you could see how your gummy walls spasm and strain around the base of his dick, coated with a ring of cream at the base.

The vibrator has become his partner in crime. With the way Jìngyí weighs down on your poor, quivering body, your puffy clit humps against the pillow and pink vibe with every thrust. It makes your jaw drop as your drool coats the dark sheets that your fingers fist.

“J-Jìng - hhhh - J- pleeaaaa - hah!” You’d hate to say it, but you are being outmatched. Your pitiful cries are nothing in comparison to the wet squelches and slobbers of your fluttering cunt. She cries for him like he came back from war. Clings to him as though she wants to remember his shape for the rest of her life. And he sees that. He delights in it.

His voice, once hearty and light, now rumbles deep sins as he hunches over your prone position. “Sooooo wet for me. Yeah? Ah, so wet for your brother’s best friend? Yeah baby?” If anyone were to walk in, surely they wouldn’t see you at all. Only Jìngyí’s broad back and flexed arms. His hands cage your head and show the sheets on either side of your face no mercy either. The same way his balls smack against your swollen cunt like a punishment. A cum-filled reprimand.

“Y’know. . . I was beginning t’think youu hated me,”

He huffs out a laugh. Ragged. A groan quickly follows after and his hand retreats from the sheets to instead slam down on your jiggling thigh. Clap! It reaches under and grips onto your squished breast after. All the more leverage to fuck into you like an animal.

He sounds like one too. His heavy pants and deep grunts. “But thas’ not the - ah fucckk such a sweet pussy - not the case, huh? No. . .” His cold lips drag down the heat of your neck. Your scent is a drug he’s already hooked on. What more than to sink his teeth in?

“No. You ‘ere just - just pent up. Just cock hungry.” His chest crushes against your back. His thrusts shallow into messy, ruthless humps. Squeezing silky strings of cum and staining the sheets further. You’ll have to get ‘em all washed unless you want a cross-question from brother dearest.

“G-Gonna c- hic - gonna - Jìngyí - g-gonna ‘um-!”

“Y-You still remember how to?”

Damn him and his teases. Damn him and the way he’s made you dumb on his dick. You’re made acutely aware of just how strong he is. Guess those long-strung gym sessions count towards something.

Seems so with the way he flips you over like you weigh nothing. Brace your legs with his arms and shove them back. All the while his hips keep slamming against yours as though he’ll shatter if he stops. His filthy mouth sure as hell doesn’t stop either. Nice to see he still cannot shut up even when he’s ball’s deep inside of you.

He strikes you a grin. Maroon irises shrunk. He’s attacking your neck with kisses and making you see stars with every pummel of his cock. Every smear of his cum and yours all over your walls.

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who explains it’s because he was ashamed. He thought he overstepped. He didn’t want to hurt you! He loves you, loved feeling you all over his hands and body. Fuck, he’s still dreaming of it. “Please don’t be mad at me - I just - I just . . . want to make sure you okay,” he pouts.

Of course you cum again. He can’t expect you not to when he’s fucking your cunt into next week. This time you claw at his broad shoulders and wretch a sob. In turn he groans and stuffs you full. He simply has to plug you up while you’re squirting all over. With a small click of his tongue and a - “messy girl.”

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who distanced himself after that day. You couldn’t believe it. He pounded you raw and now left like you hadn’t cum on his dick ten times and over? You confront him on it. Bunch up his shirt and yank him down to give him a piece of your mind. He was many things but you didn’t know he was a dog - why is he looking at you with puppy eyes?

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who you ride the face of in the empty gym bathroom as compensation for jumping to conclusions. He was sooo grateful for the sweet taste of your pussy smearing all over his face. You quickly learn that his tongue is just as devious. It fucks up into you like it’s his damn life’s mission. His lips suck on your clit like candy. His eyes roll back as though the mere feel of you grinding down on his face is gonna make him bust then and there - ( it did )

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who has to contain himself whenever he visits your brother. He adores your brother to bits, he does, but he doesn’t have the heart to tell him that the real reason he is visiting is because of those pretty skirts and tight shorts you have suddenly, conveniently, started wearing around the house. He will tell you however. Grunt it in your ear as he gives you a quick fingering over the kitchen sink when he came to ‘help you with the dishes’ while your brother ventured off upstairs after dinner. He makes sure to tell you what a whore you are while his fingers are pumping you to shaky knees and cum on the kitchen floor.

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who knows it’s wrong. You’re his friend’s little sister! But he wants you so bad. Needs you even more. He’ll settle for your warm pussy and drooling cries for now; but he wants to take you out on a actual date soon. Maybe to eat. So that he can show you that he wants more than just the squeeze of you around his cock - but your heart as well.

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Friends, my necromancer!Tango/grimreaper!Jimmy, Team Rancher modern with magic apocalypse AU, Graveyard Shift, for @mcytblraufest's Reverse Big Bang is here!

But wait there's more--go read chasing crimson written by @aliferous-ly, beta'd by @dibs2win, my fantastic team for aufest. If you love enemies to lovers, unlikely partnerships, and the power of soul-bound magic weapon contracts, this hilarious + dramatic 22.9k fic kicks off from this comic!

chasing crimson

Jimmy Solidarity works for the esteemed god of Death, reaping lost souls and taking care of unsavory characters. He's recently finished his training, and is determined to do well on his first solo mission. Perhaps this "Tango" would be a good start. Only, the god of Death disappeared years ago, and Necromancer Tango Tek's long since discovered a way around dying. He can't say he enjoys Jimmy swinging through and killing him where he stands, though.

Thank you to my team for being as feral about this AU as I am, and kicking everything about it up to 110. I had so much developing this world with them!

Thanks to @onawhimsicot for helping me with the comic's dialogue, fixing my composition woes with "just add more smoke," and encouraging me to complete it in full color! Check out Cadence's aufest fic, I take it back (ill follow till I fly or till im dead), a Cult of the Lamb AU about follower!Tango and Lamb!Zedaph, the meaning of devotion, silly experiments, eldritch transformations, and...the most platonic slowburn ever?

Lastly, thank you to the aufest team for another wonderful event! I had a blast again, and was giggling kicking my feet at everyone's reactions during claims, I loved every single one of them. Graveyard Shift is definitely an AU I'm coming back to. As always, my askbox is open if you'd like to chat, and I'd love to be tagged if anyone makes anything <3

Timelapse / AU art chatter under the cut!

While Graveyard Shift is the amalgamation of many of my interests, the main premise for this AU is loosely inspired by the webcomic, I'm the Grim Reaper, in both its apocalypse themes and its aesthetics! Not a required read, but highly recommend if you enjoy this au, as well as the anime and manga, Soul Eater!

I came up with a lot of AUs for this event but necromancer!Tango and reaper!Jimmy have been rattling around in my brain in separate AUs since before I started brainstorming for aufest. So I smashed them together, naturally.

(Unfortunately I didn't record all of my process, but most of it is here! CW for flashing; song is Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier)

I could go on forever about concept art and character design if anyone's curious but here's some fun bonus details about this comic:

Originally, Tango's outfit was going to be more like his Dungeon Master outfit but I wanted the setting to be more modern and Jimmy stole the fantasy cloak vibe from him already lol

Jimmy's entrance of lightning is my nod to the Life Series final death sound

The scarf Jimmy's wearing is designed to be a boneyard shawl

The panel of strange text reads "Protection Three" in Galactic :)

+ The name "Graveyard Shift" was thrown at me by Cadence in like 3 seconds flat after i spent 2 days agonizing over a name for this au LOL

[jester-lover]

Made with Love

Thank you dark-queen75 for requesting!

Request: Hi I was wondering if you'd be willing to write a f!Reader who gifts took a hand made personalized bow and arrows as well as a quiver for his bday like it takes then a couple months to do because of how little time they get from school and the odd jobs from Crowley if that's alright with you.

I’m sorry I kept you waiting so long! This request was fun to write, and as I rarely do Rook, I hope I did his character justice.

CWS/ Fem! Reader, Rook's stalker vibes, but mostly fluff

Rook Hunt could wholeheartedly say he knew little about you. You were a unique young woman to him, capable of surviving in a world so pitted against you, overworked, and underappreciated… 

He was doing his rounds as he always does, peering into the lives of people that intrigued him and lingering around Ramshackle House to catch a brief glimpse of you at work. Most of the time, you were stumbling about, fixing the failing infrastructure, and squabbling with ghosts, but right now you were hunched over a desk, working away at something.

Rook couldn’t get a view of what it was before a ghost rudely shooed him away from the bush he was hiding in.

Soon, he forgot about the little moment. Watching you work hard to find a place in the school, groveling for the most meager wages from the generous headmaster, Rook grew to see you as a symbol of resilience against adversity, something he expressed to you while he stayed with you during the SDC in the form of singing your praises to anyone who would listen.

(Which Ace and Grim teased you mercilessly about.)

Throughout his stay, Rook has gotten closer to you, getting to know what makes you tick, how to stay on your good side, and what you like and dislike. Despite this, he still couldn’t figure out what it was you were doing on that day. You were hunched over your desk, and it gnawed at him.

However, his birthday was soon approaching, and deep down, he hoped to spend some time with you. This wish was sadly not met, as you spent less and less time with him as his birthday grew closer. Rook was distraught; what possible reason would you have to stop seeing him so suddenly?

He went through his birthday thinking about where you could be, not knowing the month-long surprise you had planned.

When you arrived at Rook’s party, he was both shocked and elated to see you with a big box, carefully decorated with a deep amethyst ribbon. You handed it to him timidly, and he understood he had to open it first.

When he did open it, most of the guests had left, and only his few close friends remained. His eyes lit up with joy, and he pulled out the matching bow and quiver you made for him.

Rook thought it was the most beautiful creation he’d ever seen in his life. The quiver was a handcrafted loop of leather, aged and tanned a warm brown, clearly scrap from one of the many renovations at Ramshackle. The bow was made of a similar warm red wood, elegant yet rustic, with a refined curve, carved and oiled by hand.

He looked up at you, tears at the corners of his eyes, and a smile so bright the stars could be jealous. Rook wordlessly motioned for a hug, and you held him tight and close.

He broke into warm thank-yous, holding onto the bow in his hand as he hugged you with the other. Rook quickly picked out his best arrows and placed them in his new quiver.

Now, whenever he uses his new bow and arrow, he can fall apart all over again at the love you put into it just for him.

[yuri-is-online]

Any Hc's for Rook!Yutu? I'd imagine Rook would have an inkling of what was going on due to this child's abnormally heightened senses.

I did write a bit about Rook's Yutu in this post about artistic dad's and their sons. In it I mention that Rook says he was very shy as a child, which is something I don't think twst writers capitalize on enough. Rook's Yutu is very shy and does not have the same confidence boosting idol realization that Rook did.

Also, we will be taking something from this idea from Grim OB anon, thank you very much for sending it in!

This is a two part hc, please read this first and then go to the second part linked at the end.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. This post contains some additional angst to the other Yutu posts, CW for discussions of child neglect, starvation, and extreme isolation.

The wind flutters through the tress as Yutu sits and tries to focus on the few strains of birdsong he can hear. The wind chimes he bought for your last birthday makes the task harder, but he can't say he minds. If it helps him hone this talent of his, maybe one day he can use it for something, something other than sneaking out of the house or looking through that box of things that causes you too much pain to look through but not enough to throw away.

"This world is filled with beauty, and it wraps itself around you begging you to lay your head within its bower. Stay and intertwine the melody of your breath with mine and never know how weary it is to wander again..." He is uncertain if this translation is satisfactory, the language used is familiar to Yutu but the words and some of the grammar is off. It's a beautifully written letter, the paper's maintained a specific perfume through the years thanks to how well you have kept it packed away. A branch snaps up as Yutu's eyes open and center on the thrush he's been tracking as it soars into the early morning sky, finally he leans back against the side of the house and lets out his breath. Someday he will find the thread that connects all of this, he's sure of it.

And somewhere across the universe, another child looks up at the sky and has as similar a thought he can without the words to form it.

Yutu is a quiet kid. Like his father was as a child, he's very shy and finds it difficult to connect to the other kids around him. They find his uncertainty annoying, and while his teachers enjoy having him in class they sometimes find his perspectives difficult to connect to. This is not helped at all by how keen his senses are, hiding things from Yutu is difficult and he tries to use what he sees to make friends, but he often comes off as creepy. Much like Rook he is very insightful in his media analysis and blunt in the way he puts things, but unlike Rook he does not find someone like Vil who vibes with him. Instead he finds teachers who take him aside and tell him to stop answering so many questions in class, peers who refuse to interact with him and openly call him weird, and a community who whispers loudly about where he came from behind his back as if he cannot hear them. It's exhausting.

Yuu has some letters from Rook that made it across worlds with them, long flowing things written in a language that takes him a while to figure out. Most of them are written in something similar to English, but there are bits and pieces of French in there. The letters spark an early interest in linguistics for Yutu, he feels like the letters have enough clues for him to learn who his father is and if anyone has answers for him about why he is the way he is it has to be his dad, doesn't it? He's the only Yutu who manages to isolate his father's name long before Yuu remembers, but he assumes that Rook is a pseudonym because who the hell names their child Rook? Not someone from France (which is where he assumes his dad is from... or maybe French Canada?)

Yuu tells him of his father's appreciation for the beauty of the world and his eagerness to encourage it in others. They speak of his protectiveness, and loyalty to his friends so often that Yutu wonders, why isn't he here? His parent calls him a "hunter" so often that Yutu wonders if they connected over hunting, he can't really see you doing something like that. Where do the poems fit into that, they cause you a lot of pain to look at so he tries not to ask about them and focus on the things you say he has in common with his father, such as his love for literature and nature.

His love of nature is much less, violent? Than his father's... as in he is not one for the hunt, at least not in the same way. He does not find the fight or the chase thrilling or beautiful, though he does deeply admire the skill it takes to thread the needle through danger. You aren't so strict about his trips into the woods that he feels like he can't go but you do try to encourage him to stay safe in a way that feels restrictive to a kid. He's very interested in wildlife photography, and enjoys darting through the wilderness to take pictures of animals in their natural habitats. This does not help his reputation at school, his teachers are proud to note his talent while his peers spread rumors about him because of how much time he spends alone in the woods or a darkroom.

While he does enjoy his alone time, sometimes he begs you to come with him, especially after he's found particularly beautiful place that he wants to show you. He takes a great deal of pride in being able to provide his parent with a sense of peace, especially when it's through something he enjoys. Given that Yuu was the owner of the Ghost Camera I like to think you would feel a sense of familiarity in taking photos of things, and Yutu would beyond overjoyed if it was an interest you could share with him.

As for how you remember... I like to think that what triggers the memory is that one day Yutu comes home sadder than usual, and confesses to you that he took a picture of you for a school contest but only managed to win second place with it. When he shows it to you, it triggers something:

"Oh now this is a funny coincidence." You were in the process of trying to pick which magnet you wanted to use to put it up on the refrigerator, a perfectly normal thing. A perfectly normal day, "I lost to Rook with a similar picture during Portfest, he'd love to have a matching set-" And then you had dropped the magnet, dropped your line of thought and turned to look at him in a way that screamed you were afraid, afraid of something he couldn't see and sorrowful in a way he couldn't describe. "Wait a moment, where is Rook, he was just stepping out for a moment and I was getting the letters together..." And then his world is upended as he is tossed over the rift into a group of people in dark robes, impressing them all with how he literally lands on his feet.

Rook! Yutu is left numb by Yuu's death. He doesn't speak much, it's not at all what Crewel expected of Rook's son given how odd and exuberant his student was. He tries encouraging him to open up by telling little stories about his father to him, about your time in Twisted Wonderland, anything to fill the empty space and help him form a connection with the child. He feels foolish when he realizes that Yutu is in shock, but once he does and gives him some genuine familial affection Yutu starts to perk up. The gift of the Ghost Camera makes Yutu actually speak, though one of the first things he says is that he doesn't think he's ever going to be himself again. Crewel's been mourning how he never got to know that boy for years now, hearing him say he's missed the chance out loud doesn't hurt as much as it perhaps should.

I kicked around what house I thought he would be in a bit, Rook was initially in Savanaclaw as we all know but Yutu... he's quiet. Withdrawn, still very intense about his passions and pursuit of beauty but not able to really speak about his interests openly. Pomefiore... it is meant to be based on the unrelenting effort, the tenacity of the Fairest Queen. It's very intense, and despite his quiet attitude this Yutu is very intense so I do think he would be placed in Pomefiore by the mirror. Something that would make Grandpa Crewel very proud.

Grandpa Crewel tells him bits and pieces about his father, but Yutu can just tell that he's keeping things back. The stories are always so odd, like he's very willing to tell Yutu his dad used to name the plants he grew for the science club and read them poetry but when he asks about the poems he wrote for Yuu, Crewel dodges the subject just saying it "sounds like something he'd do." When he asks about his friends he tentatively mentions that Rook's best friend is still alive, but that he's not in the best mental state so he probably won't want to talk to him. Which is of course, not true at all Yutu is very interested in speaking with Vil and that much more determined to do it the less information Crewel gives him.

It's "me and the boys looking for classmates" round 2, Idia has a heart attack when he sees ANOTHER HUNT on a broomstick outside his super secret island yoo-hooing at the security cameras asking to see Vil. He can't with this fucking family what is WRONG with you people. Vil doesn't exactly get a lot of visitors so he's surprised to hear he has one and unable to hold back his laughter when he finds out who it is. He can't even pretend to be strict or upset with the boy, though he does give him a scolding for being so reckless.

Most of the questions Yutu has are answered; his father was eccentric but well loved, he was very much a hunter, had nicknames for most everyone based off of things he noticed about them and claimed he himself as the "hunter of love." He was not from the City of Flowers he just really liked the culture and a play that was set there so that's why he talked like that.

"His nickname for Yuu was 'trickster' for reasons he never fully explained but I'm sure there were a mountain of them." Vil has a beautiful smile, even as haggard as the man now is it shines through giving Yutu some understanding of why his father was so willing to change dorms and swear some oath of loyalty to him. "He got it into his head it would be 'romantic' to send them secret admirer letter, we had to endure him writing pages of them and opining how his feelings would never be returned-"

"They didn't like him at first?" Yutu can't really picture that and Vil's smile twists in amusement.

"They thought he was odd but I don't think they ever disliked him. You and your brother came from somewhere-" and the rest of what Vil says is drowned in the hum of that last little bit of information as Yutu's world is flipped once again.

Yutu is meant to be a pseudonym, and I did say I wanted his name to be Oliver. And as Vil informs him, with care because Crewel really should have been the one to do so but he understands why he didn't, Yutu has an older brother named Roland, though not by much. The two of them are what Yuu had called "Irish twins." Rook had simply called them beautiful which does give Yutu a bit of a laugh but raises the question of where his brother is. Shouldn't he have been at school? Well no, as Idia decides to cough and remind Yutu he is in fact still in the room (he is being very brave and keeping all of his opinions on Rook to himself) they don't really know what happened to his brother. They know Rook is dead, transformed into a phantom by the Fairest Queen and closing off the Shaftlands hunting down mages with extreme precision, but no one really knows what happened to Roland. Vil is technically the last person to have both seen a living Rook and Roland. "He was depressed about you and your parent disappearing, but very convinced he could find you. Your brother seemed happy too, not that I understood what he was saying on account of him being an infant." No one says the word dead. Vil and Crewel are too depressed to think about it and Idia- well he has some suspicions. He doesn't have evidence yet, but he does (after yelling at Yutu for breaking and entering again) tell him to keep his ears open for a message from him because he might have a job for him.

So Yutu waits. He starts up the school newspaper again, makes some friends finally who are intrigued by the ghost camera and certainly met weirder people, and trains both his body and his magic in the hope he can maybe find a way through his father's defenses. "Into the Woods" is what he names his spell, it allows him briefly to move extremely quickly by becoming a shadow. The more he uses it the more magic it costs, but if he only uses it occasionally he can get away with using very little magic. He's proud of it, certain it will convince Idia he's strong enough to put his father to rest. Instead he's met with a different proposal: he and his friends go back in time to before any of this happened, before his parents were together, before he was even born to stop this future from ever happening.

He does not agree at first. Vil has to to talk him into it, though it is less of a talk and more of a lecture. Yutu does want to see you again, more than anything really, but his father is still a phantom. He has no idea what happened to his older brother, his friends have family too asking them to go back in time when some of them still have people worth fighting for in the here and now. Vil hears all of this of course, but he knows better than anyone how limited the time this version of Twisted Wonderland has. "There here and now cannot exist without the then and was" he's right of course and Yutu admits as much. He promises, much less flamboyantly but with just as much seriousness to create a world in which Vil can achieve his dream and for one small moment he allows himself a smile that would cause a wrinkle. It's like Vil has both of his best friends back, wrapped up into the tiny shining sapling that is their son.

The past is a strange place to Rook! Yutu. He has heard a decent bit about his father, and he likes to think he knows you pretty well but everyone else is just so... weird. Ace and Deuce are almost too normal, Kalim feels like a fairy tale prince, and he is worryingly interested in studying Azul under a microscope. The twins too if he could figure out appropriate caging techniques, everyone here is just so odd. Good thing you have such a normal son like him here to look out for you, he has no idea how you handled this in the original timeline. His shyness does a lot to cover for his eccentricities, though you do pick up on how familiar he is with some of your habits after a while.

He develops a new interest in movies and an enjoyment of watching them with you; neither of you know anything about this world's entertainment industry. It is pretty much dead in the future but hearing how excited Vil got about his work made him interested at least in those movies. The two of you end up taking notes and discussing the various ways the stories would or would not work in your world and Yutu finds himself surprised at how much praise he's getting for his insightful commentary... and that's before a certain someone joins and starts cheering his enthusiasm for Vil's catalogue.

Rook is someone Yutu tried to make a game of avoiding. Not that he did not want to get to know his father, but he was curious about what being a phantom did to his technique. His magic made him best suited to being a scout (bait if he's being realistic) when dealing with his father so he likes to think that he is well practiced at avoiding him but no. He thinks he has given the hunter the slip only to find he's been beaten home as Rook opens the door for him so they can hang out with you together. Rook picked up on this little game fairly quickly and it delighted him. It's similar to how Jade deals with him but with none of the obvious malice.

Rook does not think too much about this habit of Yutu's at first. He tells him that his dedication to his craft is truly beautiful; perhaps teases him a little to keep up the competition but the thought of "there is something slightly sinister about Yutu being here" does not come until he realizes what he feels for you is a bit more significant than normal. Rook, to me anyway as I kick around how to write for him romantically, is someone who does not fall into romantic love particularly easily. Or I suppose to be more specific, the line between platonic and romantic love isn't one he tends to cross over too often because he prefers to dance on it. He's a little bit in love with all of his friends and has no problem telling them as much or acting like he is, and he sort of thought that was the way he would be forever so to find the feelings he has for you spending more and more time across that line- it scares him. He's shy about it, not that you see his behavior as shyness exactly, he's still Rook but there are moments where he isn't as long winded in his praise as he typically would be if he was talking about Vil. It might make you think he hates you when nothing could be further from the truth. He's at risk of saying too much if he does.

There are certain habits Yutu has that once Rook finds himself unable to stop thinking about you start to stick out. Little ticks that suggest the boy knows you, and knows you in a very specific sort of way... but the information is just off enough to suggest that his information is not wrong but out of date. And then there are all the little ways that the boy acts like he did before he discovered Roi de Neige, it's like looking at an alternate timeline version of himself that has traces of you woven into him. And that gives Rook a thought that he knows by instinct must be dangerously close to the truth. So he does the only thing he can think to do: he hunts.

Yutu is pushing his magic to the limit, it hurts Rook to think that he might be the cause but it is clear the precious one has no idea what his signature spell is, otherwise he would know there was no point. But still, Yutu runs closer to the strange blot like clouds, stopping abruptly under what looks like the portal that brought him to this world. Ink drips out of it, dark and familiar as Rook swings down from the treeline to an unsurprised Yutu and readies his pen.

"Do you know what we are fighting, Monsieur Caneton." He tries to be gentle as he speaks, you have told him his voice is soothing and reassuring but still the boy bristles.

"No." He's run himself ragged, Rook would step in front of him on instinct even if he was in fighting shape. Even if it wasn't his fault that Yutu wasn't, surely he wasn't such a failure of a father that he doesn't know that? "You never do until it cracks." Like an actor who knows their cues the sygil breaks with a sickening noise akin to the groans of a dying boar as slick ink plops its delivery onto the ground. It groans, deceptively human before rolling itself up to stand, shaking the ink off its body like it was a nuisance and not vital for its continued existence. Rook readies himself, begins to prepare a spell and swells with pride as Yutu does the same until

"Fuck!" The person spits, away from both of them he notes after the shade. Red. Bright. Oxygenated this isn't a monster at all, it's a human, shaking himself like a dog to rid the ink that's practically soaking himself the whole the way through. "Hey!" he turns rubbing just enough ink out of his face to reveal an eye, familiar in shade and shape as Yutu finally untenses behind him and Rook feels tears begin to well in his eyes. "Dad! What'er you doing dressed all funny, give me a- hand?" A smile, or he thinks it's a smile spreads across the older boy's face when he finally looks past Rook. "Oh thank the seven!" Blob boy tracks ink across the pristine forest floor, everything else forgotten in a rush of genuine excitement that shatters Yutu's entire perception of reality enough to force his exhaustion to the surface.

He hears Roland calling him by his name as he falls.

pt. 2

[quasarwake]

Healing Wings

Also readable on Ao3!

Sometimes life gives you lemons. Sometimes, it gives you giant alien jet men that have parallel abuse trauma to some of the things you went through. Jay doesn't want to worry about that though! There are wings to patch up!

Shy ~3000 words, Starscream/Original Human Character No set universe/Lean on the IDW and Armada vibes CW For mentions of abuse, hurt/comfort, physical trauma (Starscream needs patching up because of that One Guy he hates So Much)

Something was off with Starscream.

Usually when he entered their quarters (as Jay was starting to think of it), he would demand his pet's attention, settle down to rant about Megatron (the leader of the Decepticons, as Jay had quickly learned), or his latest plans to seek out or manage “energon” mines, or any other number of things he had responsibility over as second in command.

Jay was really starting to feel less like a pet and more like a service animal, in truth. And Starscream seemed to appreciate that he didn't just nod and agree with him- once, having even pointed out a logical error in one of his plans.

Jay had wondered if he was going to lose his life- the rage on that snarling metallic face, the raised, clawed hand, and he barely had time to flinch, to think "figures", before that hand was...

Lowered.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Until it rested so gently on the edge of the desk, claws tapping along the surface, the sound like rain on a tin roof.

"...I had not considered that," came the rasped reply, before he turned, leaving the room, leaving Jay to his own devices (few that there were, at the time).

That had been a week in, and Jay had not seen another show of anger directed towards him since.

Starscream's expressions were often tinged with such a cruelty, but there had been times where something Jay had said had made him laugh . He couldn't remember exactly what it was that he'd said, but it had been after a particularly long-winded rant about Megatron, and the smile that had alighted Starscream's face was so malicious and sadistic, his laugh that rasping voice with a click and a squeak to it now and then.

He tried not to dwell on how he wanted to recreate that sound, preferably as often as possible, let it live and fill the silence in the room. Two weeks in, and the secondhand guilt he was feeling for not wanting to return home, for essentially leaving humanity behind, was just starting to fade.

What he saw at present had him doubting that laughter would be on the table anytime soon.

Today (or tonight, his phone seemed to keep jumping around with timezones), Starscream had been so silent in his entrance, barely a hiss or a grumble.

Jay couldn't fully see what Starscream was doing, at first- could only hear the faint sound of metal on metal, could feel the desk shift beneath him, not quite like the usual feeling of Starscream leaning on it. He usually kept the curtain closed until his attention was demanded, but this time, Jay was curious. Moving aside the items that he'd cobbled together to make into furniture, he tugged aside the blanket that had become a most insulating curtain-

And felt his eyes widen, a cold clawing sinking into his chest, a feeling he didn't try to name drying his mouth.

Starscream was sitting on the edge of his desk, clawed digits trailing over jagged edges in his armor. Dents. Clean cuts right through what to Jay had felt to be truly solid metals. He seemed to be doing it deliberately , face contorting from displeasure to... something like a grim satisfaction. Jay could see faint tints of glowing… blue? Pink ? Droplets falling to his desk and to the floor.

Was it... fuel? Blood ? The hues shifting in the light were hard for him to look at directly, his mind struggling to interpret it as something singular.

He watched as claws dug themselves into his chest, more of that ‘ blue’ spilling over them, and Starscream snarled , his body shuddering as he pulled his fingers free, a shard of something held between two claws. Air gusted from the vents along his face as he let out a long groan, the creaking of his body loud in the room. He set aside the shard, a torn chunk of metal beside Jay's enclosure, blugenta fluid pooling outside of the storage container.

And Jay watched as he started to patch himself up with a strange feeling of familiarity , though the tools utilized were different from what he would have handled.

A small welder, a pinch of a shiny gel from a drawer, a bit of some kind of bandage-like metallic mesh.

It was a lot of work.

"If you're going to stare, you may as well help."

The rasp startled Jay, falling past the curtain and out in the open, Starscream's face so dark from below, red eyes a pair of haunting beacons in the shadows- though when he was this close, there was only that other few feet of distance between their eye-levels.

‘Only.’

Steeling himself, Jay stepped out, feeling those eyes on him as he approached, reading a weariness in that expression.

What can I do?

"What happened to you?" He didn't mean for that to come out, but it was out, and Starscream was scowling down at him. Jay waited for anger, but instead, he looked away, a brief flash of gritted teeth as he pulled another piece of scrap from his body.

"There are defenders of your planet, amongst our kind," he stated. "We found ourselves in a skirmish with a group of them. It..." Jay could see the metallic teeth in his mouth gritting, remembering that this creature had them. “...did not go well.”

Starscream had never been coy about the Decepticons (so... interestingly named, really) being invaders of his planet, seeking natural resources that had apparently been seeded there before there even was life. But the idea of others on the side of humans, or the Earth at least?

What did that even mean , for him?

Starscream seemed to pick up his hesitation, and narrowed his eyes.

“I didn't get these from some Autobot, however,” he hissed. “As if they could ever really damage me. ”

He stopped quite suddenly, the shift in his demeanor coming with a faint low hum in the air. His face had a more careful expression, vermillion irises wrapped in crimson looking at Jay down a perfect, angular nose.

"They would probably try to take you back to the planet, if they ever found you here,” he mused aloud, the edge in his voice more… delicate.

What was he getting at? That the defenders of Earth would make him go home ?

Perhaps Starscream meant it as an out, should such a thing ever occur. Or a test, so soon in his captivity, to test loyalty?

Who was he to know?

Jay glanced at his new little house, something that more or less had privacy and creature comforts- more space and books than he'd had back home, for sure. A few weeks with Starscream had already started to build a comfortable routine. A sense of almost comfort, that he was too twitchy yet to grow accustomed to. And that medic- Knockout? He had been… not awful to talk to. More curious about human culture and biology than Starscream, for sure- and while it was overwhelming , and it made Jay need to recuperate for some hours after any ‘light’ chat… it wasn’t un pleasant.

It wasn’t exactly what he’d call positive attention. But it wasn’t negative, either.

“So if you're too tough to be beaten this badly by an… Autobot-” Unwieldy name. Probably another very rough translation? “-then who, or what, did this to you?”

There was that glare- and Jay was getting so familiar with this particular expression.

“That oaf Megatron,” he spat, “Has a temper. Today’s skirmish with our enemies- his rival ? Put him in a very bad mood. I can hold my own well enough,” he added, his back straightening in a display of clear pride . His wings, in their tattered state, drooped after a moment. “...but he’s insane. It’s the only way he can possibly best me. His time as a gladiator gives him some experience in a fight, and while I have the advantage in the air…”

He scowled.

“...no matter. Next time, not only will I send him running, but I will rule the Decepticon army, as is my right- to victory and the end of this blasted war.”

Now, Jay had heard of Starscream’s rants of Megatron- usually in his incompetence as a leader, his impatience, his war mongering, often, like now, tinged with a sort of bitter admiration.

But this? He hadn’t realised that Megatron would beat his subordinates, let alone his second in command. Nor, in truth, had he recognized the extent of Starscream’s hatred, or his ambition .

What must it taste like, to be so close to the top, your own goal? Only to have the one holding it control you, beat you back until you may as well be grounded in place?

“...I’d like to see that,” he said. “Knock him on his ass. And give him a kick or two for me while he’s down, yeah? And let me get in there a bit, I’ve got enough pent-up aggression, bet I could leave at least a dent if I’m feeling motivated.” The widening of those red eyes was just a touch frightening- Starscream’s face in that uncanny valley right in the spot that left Jay only slightly breathless- and the nasty little smirk was worth it.

“...of course, my pet would have to get in on the fun,” he said, in that way he had of not addressing Jay quite directly. “What a delightful way to extend Megatron’s humiliation- defeat, and a fleshy little human adding insult to- slag ,” he hissed, his wings jolting and locking into place, more of that fluid leaking onto the desk. “Pet, I need you to assist me with this. Think I can trust you to not damage me further?”

He pushed one of the jars from earlier towards Jay, and shoved what looked like an oversized paintbrush- or a really nice mop- into his hands.

“Reaching every spot is difficult right now, and I need my wings to be in pristine condition- do well, and I may even reward you later.”

Rewards? That was something new. Jay gripped the swab-thing in his hands, nodding quickly.

"...tell me where to put this.”

Was that a… pleased sigh he heard from Starscream? He was starting to think he was getting the hang of recognizing the sounds the bots made with their vents.

The desk shook slightly as Starscream shifted, turning his wings towards Jay- and with the deep blue scores along them, he got the idea.

"Take care of it quickly," Starscream rasped. "I will require a rest period afterwards. The... podcast you have been listening to- I want to hear more of it. It’s been an interesting little diversion."

...oh? Starscream had been oddly quiet while Jay had played previous episodes... it hadn't occurred to him that Starscream might be enjoying his little fantasy stories- dragons and towers and haunting seas.

But a surprise like that so easily brought a warmth along with it, and he smiled, dipping the brush into the strange ointment.

"Alright. Hold still and I'll get this taken care of."

...he hadn't expected those little groans and hisses, Starscream so reactive to every layer of gel Jay applied. Now and then, when he seemed to touch on a particularly sensitive spot, those massive wings would twitch, and Starscream would shudder, claws gripping the edge of the desk and back curling, arching -

Heat flooded his face at one sound, something that combined the vents along Starscream's face gusting softly as he almost seemed to moan, wings shuddering from their tips to his shoulders. It always was so unusual to see the way the 'armor' was part of his body , and sensitive in many ways- and of course, there came the natural curiosity, the wondering -

How sensitive were those wings?

Were there other sensitive areas, on these creatures that were also machine?

And was it only for pain, that they could feel?

He could have asked.

But how quickly would that smile, that laughter from Starscream, turn to frustration and anger? He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was almost awful how long it was taking to fall.

Starscream was venting from his chassis and his helm, great gusts over the desk whipping at Jay's clothes and hair, his hands firmly gripping the desk as his whole body trembled.

Was it that much pain?

Was it relief that he saw, flickering quickly across Starscream's face, a glow of that colour on his cheeks? Like a flush , his fuel, his blood, could be from pain.

Jay stepped back, hands gripping the swab tight enough that his arms shook, trying to ignore the way his mouth and throat had dried.

"...I think I got all of it," he stated, swallowing around the tightness in his throat. "Does it feel better?"

"It doesn't feel worse ," Starscream muttered, his voice more strained than usual, his shoulders trembling. He took back the container, tugging the swab out of Jay's hands, his own still shaking slightly- even through the calculated and careful motion, Jay was always waiting for some kind of pain-

But it never came.

He only felt that shiver.

Clearing his throat, he tried to ignore the heat that crept up his cheeks, looking away when Starscream looked at him directly again.

"...so you wanted to hear more of my audio stuff?" His new tablet was able to sometimes catch wifi enough to download podcasts onto, and he was fairly certain he knew which one his captor wanted to listen to.

Grunting, Starscream nodded, and seemed to wait for Jay to get what he needed-

And Jay thought that would be that. He had a good speaker, and he was simply going to put it on the desk to make it close enough for Starscream to hear (though his hearing did seem to be quite acute, never asking Jay to speak up).

But Starscream had such an odd look on his face, suddenly. Like something had finally, properly occurred to him.

Tilting his head to the side, he gestured towards Jay’s enclosure.

"Grab yourself one of your blankets, Pet," he stated firmly, and that shiver ran down Jay's spine again. "You will be joining me on my berth while I rest."

What?

This was new- this was unexpected.

He should have felt demeaned.

But there was that part of Jay that jolted whenever Starscream directly referred to him as his pet.

That made him feel wanted .

Other ‘cons on the ship would call Jay by proper pronouns regardless of how he appeared- he had told the medic his name and his preferences all of one time before that had started.

But Starscream had seemed resilient to it, calling Jay an ‘it’ or simply his pet. Pet, as if that were the name he’d chosen- if he’d even considered that far.

Musing on this had taken too long for Starscream’s liking, and before Jay could react, he felt Starscream’s hand around him-

He hadn’t been grabbed like this since he had first been captured, and he waited for metal fingers to grip too tightly, to hurt -

And again, the pain he expected to feel never came.

Instead, he was simply carried over, held firmly but gently in Starscream’s grip until they were both more horizontal.

Starscream had even grabbed a small handful of Jay’s blankets. He didn’t want to think about the mess he would have to tidy in his makeshift environment.

“Here.”

Starscream had lain on his front, wings spread wide on his back, and settled Jay onto the blankets near his head. It was actually a cosy little nest, even with Starscream’s claw half-open around him. Something to lean against, even, the edge of his palm coming nearly up to Jay’s shoulders while sitting.

And warm.

The quietest, softest voice in Jay’s heart begged him to lean into that warmth, to trust it, to let himself be held like this, the occasional wind from Starscream’s vents feeling almost like breathing, the low inaudible hum of the ship that rattled his bones cancelled out by the natural thrumming of whatever it was that ran Starscream’s system, his own heartbeat starting to sound like a natural drumbeat to that tone- 

“Have you fallen asleep? Start the story, Pet,” Starscream muttered, and Jay marveled at how close his face was-

The sharp features framed by a dramatically edged helm, the plated chin that almost looked like a beard, but off , the way his eyes cast a red glow everywhere he looked, everywhere on Jay’s clothes and skin…

And there was a growl from the impatient Decepticon, the back of his clawed thumb nudging at Jay’s cheek, before settling on his knees. Heavy, but not unpleasantly so.

“Admire me another day. Entertain me for now. Or do I need to remind you that that is what you are here for?”

…of course.

Starscream was demanding of his attention, and his time. And Jay was starting to get more and more accustomed to that attention, to giving that time.

He managed a genuine smile, and wondered if he mistook how Starscream’s eyes softened, how gentle the claw stroking his arm was, like he had his own level of admiration to attend to.

If he let himself believe that, would there ever be a home to return to?

Nodding, he found the story he had been listening to, glad that he and this alien being could have something from his side of the interaction to share . Starscream’s eyes remained on him for a long moment while the intro played, before they began to dim, metal lids closing so much like shutters. “...you will stay here until I finish resting,” came that rasping mutter, in a voice that was nearly incapable of being soft, and Jay nodded, finding a blanket in the mess and wrapping himself in it. Starscream never seemed to rest for long.

And maybe, if he let himself…

He would sleep, too.

[waitlexist]

CW: swear words, general bad vibes when it comes to backstory(i didnt know if i should put this as "violent" or not) lolol, playful “LTG” jokes

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A NEW YUU IS APPROACHING…

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I ABSOLUTELY LOATHE HOW THIS TURNED OUT BUT IM TOO LAZY TO COLOR HOW I NORMALLY WOULD. ANYWAYS. I also wanted to get this out in time for my birthday so i did!!! (I say because I’m greedy and want fan art. I can’t lie to y’all it makes me so happy and i just wanna beam good vibes and then chew on your fingers oh so lovingly). Hee hee oh wow look at her birthday, oh wow it’s so close what a coincidence 🤭(im an attention whore)

NO THERE IS NOT AN OCTOPUS AND ROSE CHARM ON HER BRACELET YOURE CRAZY

OK!!! LORE SROP STARTS UNDER CUT!!!

“I thought I… died… an entirely different world, huh… does that mean I’m…”

— Race, general reputation, classes

Prefect Luna(or just regular ramshackle student, she doesn’t care for positions of leadership in multi-yuu-niverses)!

The woman who was so calm, regal, and cold(although slightly frazzled, it seemed) at the entrance ceremony. Yeah, most people wouldn’t be able to compare that to how she acts now.

Luna comes from Lumaria! Where the fuck is that? Who fucking knows! All people know is it’s an entirely different world.

Luna’s known for her loud and playful personality, crude remarks and always being seen with a smile. She’s known to either sleep in “boring”(mathematics, history, etc.) classes, while she’s far ahead of the curve in the rest(flight, alchemy, etc.)!

Coming from a different world results in Luna being an entirely different race, either entirely different magical capabilities.

✨She was a fairy✨

Literally. Luna is a fairy(which is different to the fae of this world)! This is made quite obvious from her glittery skin(no, not like on twilight, I’ll kill you) and the moon and star markings on her face(and body, although those are hidden under her clothes). Her wings? You do know asking a fairy to show you their wings is the equivalent of asking a woman to flash you her boobs?

Luna has domain over both nature and the stars. She can control plants and space magic things(wow anime sfx). Although she can’t control animals, they have a natural liking to her!

Fairies don’t have blot, so what’s their drawback? It’s different for everyone! For Luna, it’s both the nature of her spells and her emotions. Her combat magic can be very volatile(especially because she never got to practice it as a child), which often results in her burning herself(or that one time she got frost bite…). On the other hand, experiencing intense emotions causes the plants around to react. In moments of intense positive emotions, flowers bloom(or when directed at a person, flowers will bloom underneath their feet), while on the opposite end, when experiencing intense negative emotions, they wilt and wither. Luna doesn’t commonly experience anger, but when she does, it results in an inability to control her powers, which results in a LOT of overgrowth.

Although she’s quite powerful, she’s dumb. She has street smarts, and that’s it. She relies on the smarter people to tell her what to do!

Back to the subject of her classes— despite have an entirely different magic, she does quite well in magic classes! She’s managed to kick quite a few asses in sparring class ;).

She’s also able to manipulate wind, hence why she can participate in flight class.

— “Minor” relationships

I’ll provide a short summary for her friends! She has no family(L bozo orphan).

Grim

Luna fucking hates that cat, always dragging her into trouble!! But… Sevens, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t attached. Grim’s the closest thing to family she’s ever had. He might be an asshole, but he does comfort her(albeit poorly) during nightmares, so she won’t object to being his hench-fairy.

“Today’s a nice day to relax. The sun is shining, the— … Sevens dammit, Grim did you piss off Housewarden Rosehearts again?!”

Ace

KYS. Luna hates this motherfucker. She “bullies” him every chance she gets. No, she wouldn’t die for him! They’re not friends at all!! This guy is always dragging her into trouble and he’s a complete asshole and—

“… seriously? Again? I can’t go suck up to Rosehearts every time you get collared, space-y Ace-y.”

Deuce

Better than Ace! Deuce is one of the few people who knew at first glance not to fuck around and find out(mama raised him right!!✊✊✊). They have a mutual respect for one another(even if Deuce is dragged into fights by Luna). They share a braincell, they’re both dumbasses!!!!

(I couldn’t come up with anything shhhhh)

Kalim

The girl needs the sunshine in her life. Her and Kalim are besties!!! He knows how to go about life! Who has time to be pessimistic when life is so short? Hell yeah let’s party all day— wait, how many people are going to be there…?

“Kalim, Kalim, Kalim, Kalim! Did you want to study together— another party? Sevens above, you’re gonna kill Jamil… no, ‘course I’m down!”

Epel

Apple boy!!! They share a lot of interests! Luna worked as a farmer for a short time as a child(Epel was horrified to learn of her working conditions). She absolutely detests how Vil tells him to act like someone he’s not(even if Vil has REALLY good fashion advice…), and she can relate to being underestimated due to her looks(although Luna is happy to use that to her advantage). And she snatches apples at every chance she gets.

“Apples? Nope, haven’t seen ‘em. Grim might’ve taken them, the little rascal— hey, i told you fairies can’t lie! I’m telling the truth, I’m an absolute angel! I wouldn’t steal! Those myths about fae being tricksters are LIES.”

Idia

These two didn’t even meet at school at first. They met on fucking pokemon go. there was a raid during school and they were the only two losers playing. Then they became friends online, and one day othro’s just like🧍‍♂️”brother do you seriously not recognize that first year’s voice?”

“If you steal my loot drop ONE more fucking time, I WILL let you die in raid. I don’t care if you’re top DPS, I want my loot!”

— Backstory

This shit gonna get emo rq. so.

TW FOR SAD SHIT AND THAT JAZZ. SKIP PAST THIS SECTION IF YOU WANT TO AVOID THE SAD.

TLDR: Luna's an orphan, left in the Lumarian slums, eventually adopted into a noble family, and then killed for being a fairy, then isekai'd.

THE LONG VERSION--

Luna's home world is one where the magical and mythical are hunted. Fae, werewolves, witches, the like.

Being a fairy, she wasn't taken to kindly(ive been watching too much south park...). Her earliest memories are being called 'pointy', or dodging rocks. The only positive memory of her childhood was when she learned how to glamour herself to look like a human, resulting in no more prejudice(yippee!!!)!

Luna spent all her time five years old and up hiding herself. acting as normal as possible, as to not draw suspicion. eventually, the poor girl managed to get adopted into nobility for her "looks"(glamour) at fifteen. The green eyed auburn haired girl was a beauty, after all!

She took to learning how to be a lady well, and at fifteen, she had her debutante ball! Alas-- Luna was known as beautiful, but cruel. She'd laugh at those lower than her, taking every opportunity to torment others. After all, these people don't know how lucky they have it. This is the one thing she really CAN do. Repressing herself has left the girl bitter, after all.

Eventually, baby Luna gets an engagement to a fairy hunter. Ironic, no? She's not very excited for it, but it'll help keep up the ruse.

... until when she's seventeen, she's outed at a ball.

Luna had been working on a gown for many a months, and wore it to that ball. And then someone spilled a drink on her. The result was a VERY pissed off fairy. Luckily for them, there was a fairy hunter nearby!

The last thing she remembers was staring down an iron crossbow bolt.

She was on guard the entirety of the entrance ceremony, keeping herself distant and as small as possible, because a girl like her is capable of no harm! Once she realizes this is an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT WORLD, that the people here don't hunt her kind-- everything is off.

The loud, playful girl beneath comes out to play on the first day(the swap terrified Grim) of school, and the rest is canon :D.

yeah, i abuse her a lot...

-- "Major" relationships

I wanted to put these after her backstory because to get the deep dive into how Luna gets along with these two. There's parallels between them, yaya. anyways.

Riddle

at first, Luna DETESTS this man. rules are dumb as shit, all they do is keep you stifled and bitter and life is too short for them! she almost went APE SHIT when he talked bad about her parents. Ace got to him before she could LMAOOOOO

upon his overblot and the (adorable, SHHHS IDK I JUST LIKE MEN CRYING SHUT UP) crying afterwards... "Wow, we're really not too different."

Throughout post book one to pre book three she even cozies up to the rose boy <3. they have a shared appreciation for hedgehogs, and ✨TRAUMA BOND✨. Their situations aren't too far apart in some ways. and blah blah blah they make a dorky little promise to both improve the other. Luna will follow SOME rules(some of them are still stupid), and Riddle will loosen up a LITTLE. they're both working on it!

and if in around book five she starts following behind the redhead like a dopey little follower with hearts in her eyes? youre crazy. absolutely crazy. (luna doesnt even know what love is, she would be FUCKKKKKEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.)

Azul

that STUPID FUCKING OCTOPUS. here Luna is, happy she managed to pass the midterms(she might have begged a certain redhead for help)(actually she just helped take care of hedgehogs and the rose garden), and now she has to deal with the three BOZOS making a deal with this random dude??? Luna is so annoyed.

"Please, Luna, you gotta help us!"

"No, lol."

With some begging on adeuce and grim's part(you know puss in boots puppy dog eyes? grim learned to replicate it)(ace taught him after he found out about her soft spot for animals), she reluctantly agreed to help them get it sorted out.

"... you want me to bet my entire living space? Yeah, no, fuck you." She doesn't mince words. MORE begging from the trio and Luna agrees(she's going to skin adeuce alive if this goes poorly).

FLASH CUT TO OVERBLOT. luna's just kinda like. 🧍‍♀️

bitch. your contracts were worth that much to you that you threw a fit like a baby and OB'd??? but then he started throwing the ocean magic and she was useless the entire battle.

AND ONCE AGAIN WE SKIP TO BOOK 4.

after crash landing with grim in octavinelle, luna (reluctantly) offers tailoring services to make up for the damage done by grim's dumbass.

cut to Azul acting all cocky after exposing Jamil-- ew, what is this odd feeling in her chest??? stop it???? downvote. and it DARES to come back again when he calls Kalim's unique magic "insanely profitable"??? EW???

ANYWAYS, that's how these two start talking! Azul works the fairy to the BONE. oh, you can grow plants? TWO POUNDS OF CARROTS, BITCH(dramatized because im a drama queen, but i'm quite certain this ISNT inaccurate). DAYS NEVER FINISHED... OKNOKGENJGKS ok my autism is. taking over. ANYWAYS. KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE.

POLYAMORY.

tis' the canon in this universe. Azul and Riddle are BOYFRIENDS and luna's not going to get in the way of that, fuck no!! she's joining in!!!! so. triad. everyone's dating each other. ANYWAYS.

i meant it when i said autism is taking over. i am. struggling right now to write more. SEND IN ASKS PLEASE. ANYTOESGSNW ANYWAYS.

AHEM.

I apologize if anything is OOC, my brain has been in a weird state(i think its finally sinking into my brain im an adult or smthn idk :sob:.)

A/N: yeah she totally gets friendship bracelets for her, Azul, and Riddle btw. octopus, rose, and moon charm <--- corny bitch

[1jemmagirl22]

So, I've read a few things and watched a few things these past couple months so I thought I'd make a dump of all the war crimes and ships I've shipped since I was last consistently active on Tumblr.

Alex and Darlington from Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo is iconic as fuck and I hope Leigh does write ten more books like she wants in this universe.

Emily and Aron from Designated Survivor (Like what the fuck was that show? I don't know but hey they were fun).

Addie and Luc from The Invisible Life of Addie La Rue. Is this a surprise to anyone who knows me? No, no it is not, dark shadow men and bad ass women are a classic for me.

Now this one, like, this one is a war crime but who the fuck cares/ Jace and Baela from House of the Dragon. I don't accept hate towards them, and I am fully aware of the incest but if I shipped Clace in City of Ashes Jace and Baela are barely that bad.

Now for another likely controversial one. Avery and Grayson from The Inheritance Games. I get it, I get people like her with Jameson, I get the fan cast is Louis Patridge and if they adapt these things into a film I will love him with my entire heart. However, you can't deny the set up, especially in book one, feels like it's pointing towards Grayson as the inevitable endgame.

Jane and Guilford from my Lady Jane. No comments, just bad ass angsty enemies to lovers.

Juliette and Warner from the Shatter Me series. Okay so like my opinion on these books is I love most of them but the Juliette loosing her mind perspective is really hard to read. That said, holy shit these two are hot.

Isla and Grim from Lightlark, I don't care if you all hate this book, I love it and if Isla and Grim aren't endgame when Skyshade comes out I will cry. I mean come on, secret marriage, secret life bond, and secretly committed war crimes for each other? Fuck ya!

And, last but not least, because who the fuck gives a damn, sure my late grandmother the Tolkien nerd isn't rolling in her grave. Anyways, I'm currently obsessed with Galadriel and Elrond. I haven't even watched season 2 yet but fuck my life I'm obsessed. I'm gonna binge that show at least three times. Is it great? No, it's CW level bullshit with Galadriel and Elrond having way too much chemistry. I don't care about the cannon, half the fandom ships her with Sauron (hell I shipped her with Sauron before I knew he was Sauron cause of the Klaroline vibes, and I sort of still do.) But bloody Fitzsimmons gods, they are precious to me and I want season 3 to be as un-fucking-hinged as possible and have multiple scenes with them. Come on, have them get married for politics and just leave it at that.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Can we get some book recommendations by any chance? 🎤

OF COURSE!!!!! i made a little book rec post a while back, but i …. can’t find it :’) so. i’m just gonna mention a few of those same books again <333

if i had to narrow my list down, i’d say my favorite books atm are beartown, eureka street and kafka on the shore ….. i say that very hesitantly though because 1) my memory is very bad and it’s been a while since i read them 2) i have many books on my tbr that i think will shoot up the rankings…………..

but yeah!!!! beartown is … probably my favorite book of all time and i will recommend it to the ends of the earth. it’s very heavy though!!!! content wise. and it’s long. but like, really easy to read because you just get sucked up into it. it’s about a small town that stays alive through its hockey team!!! but it’s not really about hockey . more about culture in general. family, friends, sports — etcetc!! i would absolutely look up the cws for this one though because it did give me a crisis 😭 it’s a really devastating book. but it means the world to me. backman’s writing is sooo pretty and i applaud him for carrying swedish literature on his back because god knows most of it sucks 🙏🙏

eureka street is, at its core, a love story <3 with a lot of humour sprinkled in. but it takes place right at the end of the irish troubles, with bombings and death all around, and it paints … a very vivid picture of those troubles. right in the middle of the book it switches genre for a chapter and is like……. devastatingly detailed & grim. only to switch back immediately after. it gave me chills bc the book just. does suchhh a good job of showing how desensitized you get to war and conflict after a while . but again, it really is mostly a story about love!!! and wilson’s writing is soooooo gorgeous i was fuming with anger while reading because i was so jealous 💀

kafka on the shore is another looong one and it’s also super weird, murakami is a freak, i don’t like him, unfortunately his writing is also gorgeous . i could give you tws for this one but we’d be here for a while. cat beheadings, sexual assault (almost)(in a dream), fantasy incest? (maybe?)(maybe not?)(it’s up for interpretation), etc. it’s so weird. but that’s exactly why it makes for such a wonderful coming of age story……. murakami likes to play around with the line between fantasy and reality and i think he does it sooooo so well . if you enjoy magic realism you’ll probably enjoy this book. the vibes are also very tasty in general……. the writing 😔…………… (<- is jealous)

…… also . this is a poetry collection not a novel but i need to recommend war of the foxes at any given opportunity………. richard siken you are the love of my life…. his crush collection is suuuuuper good too but i think i prefer wotf just a teeny tiny bit

[justamasskinnie]

Nickname lore drop (aka why do I call some of my kintypes by a different name? Where do they come from?)

Massive CW for creepypasta and detail of varying injuries (these will be below a read more)

Starting with the many Reds!

Red - this one is literally the closest to canon so ofc I just use the canon name here!

Fire - appearance wise I looked like FRLG Red, oh yeah I was also a clone 😃 so Fire was in fact my actual name

Rotto - not even sure if this one should be here because I'm not completely convinced that I was Red, I may have been an ancestor. Anyway, no particular reason for this name, it just fits

Royal - you know the fangame where 'red' is like an experiment/robot created by Professor Oak? ...hi! /Sil anyway I'm also not sure what the deal is with this nickname, maybe it was the project name? (As in the experiment name)

Rogue - Team rocket Red, also the word rogue can literally apply to a criminal + it's similar to rouge

Tag - I. Don't actually even know why this nickname? But. Alright!

Proton2 = Glass - because I was viewed as fragile for a period

Saturn2 = Trix - I may have been a demon, illusion or just a transformed Pokémon (wouldn't be the first time for option 3)

Saturn3/"Grimsley" = Grimzun - listen, I need an easier way to address this shift, ok? Grim from Grimsley and Zun because it sounds similar to the ending of Saturn

Changing topics to kintypes that I have preferred names for

Heather Chandler = Heath: because being directly referred to with a fem name makes me a little bit uncomfortable *

Veronica Sawyer = Ronnie/Sawyer BC *

Janis Sarkisian = Jan/Shark BC *

C!Wilbur = Forrest, not sure why specifically but I don't vibe with being called Wilbur, Wil is only ok if I know you

Rapid topic change!

WARNING: POKEPASTA AHEAD, CWS FOR THE STORIES: WRITTEN GORE, DEATH, MURDER, MIND CONTROL FUCKERY, KIDNAPPING, IMPLIED TORTURE, TIME LOOPS, REPLACEMENT / ABANDONMENT

possibly more, take care of yourselves and don't read the stories if they'll have a bad affect on you

Starting again with Reds

'Glitchy Red' = Glitzer, in reference to the exploit named Glitzer Popping (please don't call me Glitchy/Glitchy Red)

[Blue Tears] = Blank, no particular reason

[Pallet Town Massacre / You Did This] = Tigereye, it fits but I don't know why

Silvers

[Tarnished Gold] = Sil, pretty self explanatory

[Cyndaquil used ember!] = Corrosion, ok look.. this one is for a pretty morbid reason, I'm not getting into it

[Around and Around and Around and / AaAaAa] = Circuit, because the story revolves around a fucked up time loop

[Randomised Fate] = Sever, something something corrupted sprite looking weird

[Lost Silver] = REM, as in Rapid Eye Movement because of the purple goldenrod city looking sort of dream like

[coin case rival] = Flicker, similar reasons to Sever in that it reminds me of glitches

[Hypilver] = Hype, because my brain just prefers it over Hypilver

Lost silver (the being) = Crow, it's the name I started to go by in that life because I felt disconnected from the identity of Gold after death

[Hyptoaint] Blue = Blur, paint can blur

[jiareads]

— THE GRIM REAPER'S LAWYER by MEA MONIQUE . a review

rating: 1/5 mimosas

cw: spoilers, mentions of violence, alcohol abuse, childhood trauma

i have to start by saying i went in with high hopes and left understanding why shady goodreads users have a saying that goes something along the lines of 'well, this is definitely a kindle unlimited book'.

i'm not a literary snob, but the speed at which the quality nosedives is brutal. the book starts off strong—joyce’s introduction is engaging—but before i know it, i’m reading something that feels like a mcfly fanfiction i wrote when i was 14.

my biggest gripe with this book is the lack of character consistency. none of the characters are given the time or space to develop - not a single one. this is especially true for the main characters, to the point where their actions often contradict who we’re told they are. joyce is presented as a crème-de-la-crème lawyer (at 30, which is unrealistic and brings up the broader issue of sidelining older characters in romance, but that's a rant for another day). yet, throughout the story, she is childish as fuck, dumbing herself down, and makes terrible decisions with no logical reason behind them. sure, characters can be complex, but are we seriously supposed to believe this is the same lawyer who saved afterlife llc from a coup d'état?

aiden, aka mr. grim reaper, doesn’t fare much better. even by the end, he’s still giving off the vibe of those tiktok boyfriends who do mask kink asmr and overall he just doesn't have a consistent personality. how, as someone whose backstory includes dying because of a drunk driver, does he just overlook joyce’s drinking habits? that could’ve been a real moment of growth in their relationship, but instead, it’s a missed opportunity.

another issue is how the book starts situations but never bothers to finish them or make them matter. one quick example is a part in the book where joyce's case notes and documents are not only stolen by someone who breaks into her apartment but her friend also gets physically assaulted in the process. this incident happens and it ends. there is no repercussion or impact to the story even tho it should've mattered.

another example would be the veronica situation. joyce doesn’t hang up after a call, and veronica ends up overhearing joyce and aiden taking a first class flight to poundtown. there’s no way you can convince me joyce - a supposedly headstrong, independent, mind-your-business woman - would be totally fine with some rando overhearing her and aiden having sex, much less joke about it multiple times afterward. it just doesn’t add up with who we’re supposed to believe she is.

one of my biggest pet peeves with this book is that it tells more than it shows. there's way too much emphasis on how joyce is attracted to or horny for aiden—pages that could’ve been used to develop literally anything else. instead, we get endless descriptions of how joyce dresses and how her outfits flatter her body (huge flashbacks to my fanfic days—if this book had links, there would definitely be one to a polyvore outfit collage). and we’re constantly told how smart joyce is and how everyone is in awe of her intelligence, but her actions rarely reflect that.

the friendships don’t feel sincere, the villain’s motives are laughable, and even the central romance doesn’t really romance.

i pushed through to the end because i have a habit of sticking with things that don’t do me any good (yes, i have a therapist), but i can’t recommend this. it was a painful read.

[glassfullofsass]

Do you like Tamora Pierce? Do you like horror?

I've convinced Leverage watchers to listen to TSCoSI (and vice versa), now let's see if I can convince my Tortall babes to listen to The Harrowing of Minerva Damson.

Prepare for: Lady knights! Magic! Powerful cat-shaped creatures! Monsters!

Did you read In the Hand of the Goddess and think "but what if it was only the bits where they fight the Tusaines over the River Dell? What if the monsters were here already? What if Roger was only a shape in the mist but still as evil and powerful?" Did you get to Lady Knight and say "Yes, more death. More unkillable creatures. More terror."?

Listen to S1, The Knight of the Unquiet Dead. Trench warfare. Vampires. Sorcerers. Ghouls. A magical cat. Made up magical spells that work by the power of friendship and sheer necessity. A Lady Knight (Minerva) who Is The Authority Here, Thank You, and also is So Tired (TM). Alanna's personality facing Kel's war.

Not quite ready to commit, but horror is your flavor?

Try the first inter-season arc, Chevalier, which features the same setting but different characters. One necromancer, two Lady Knights, three magical horses, four (?) vampires (and some nauseating gore), and healing from your grief by learning to survive. Still a lot of those Alanna and Kel vibes, but also giving Bekka Cooper: gritty, dark, bare-knuckled and bloody. Cat not included.

Missing the cat?

It's back in S2, Black as Knight. It's smug, dangerous, and clever, but so is our returning heroine Minerva. Also my TMA girlies will feel right at home in the cave episodes (Buried babes can I get an amen?). A friendly (and dilf-able) werewolf garwalf, binding terms and conditions, gargoyles tearing the absolute shit out of some soldiers. Again, giving Alanna in her Rides era, but put that attitude in the plot of Rampant. Also giving Kel's willingness to sacrifice just about anything to save people.

Need a different pace?

Inter-season arc 2, Goliad Gabby is all Verlidaine (just Daine) Sarrasri. The plot is literally country bumpkin sharpshooter slays the big bad monster with help from her trusty animal companions. There's even a real rom-com shaped happily-ever-after for this one! (for real though. The gore? a little icky. The Big Romantic Speech? I couldn't make it through.) Gabriella Gabby is just your average Texas Trickshot, until the Order of Joan recruits her personally to put her skills to use. Also reminded of Bekka's grit here too. No isn't really an answer when there's work to be done.

Now, I have read Circle, but I don't have those stories soaked into my bones well enough to pull comparisons out as readily... I will say the very grim and horrific realities of war that Pierce digs her pen into in Melting Stones and Battle Magic are very present throughout the podcast. It's labeled horror for a reason. Check the CWs and take care of yourselves <3

Also, did I mention, the premise of the universe is based on Joan of Arc inspiring a cloister of nuns to become knights and fight monsters?

The production team has more projects in the works, and hopefully the third Minerva season will be released in the next few months (early 2024). They have a website, patreon, instagram, a rather defunct tumblr (@the-joaniverse), and all the usual podcast platforms.