#This is honestly getting tiring. I know you will read this Jade one way or another. You will come across it.

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Response

Thank you to Jade/Lolthia @/edens-gemstone for replying to the previous post. I will make an exception in replying as yes, there was a part I forgot to add, which is additional evidence to prove that all your accusations in the comments below are completely false. Allow me to address them one by one.

At the end, I will include some follow-up questions to add additional context for other users.

THE ACCUSATIONS

“Also you literally stalked my tumblr after this, rb posts about Adam that I wasn’t comfy being rb and possibly sent me harassing anons (idk for sure)”

I do not have a Tumblr. This account is made by someone else, posting on my behalf. But if you really are confident that it’s me reblogging these posts and sending harassing anons, post the blog and the anons. If you don’t know for sure, why did you post this? 

“You literally just… didn’t want me included because I wouldn't let you ship your OC with Ibara.”

As seen here, this claim is completely false. I explicitly mentioned that I had no problems with the pairing, but asked them to let me know prior next time to ensure the RP is consistent. I may have vaguely talked about an original story I was writing with my OC and Ibara outside of RP, but within the context of the RP, I have clearly stated that I was fine with the direction Lolthia wanted. 

None of what they had mentioned was communicated to me at all before the start of the RP. They didn’t even acknowledge what I said, just responding with ‘well I figured it would be obvious’.

Lolthia’s behaviour here is consistent with their stated intention in the previous post: to RP not because they want to collaborate, but because they want other writers to expend time and effort to fulfil their self-ship fantasies, without giving as much in return. Therefore, they didn’t bother giving context, let alone asking if their RP partners were okay with it.

“You even stopped our RP after getting mad about me dating Ibara.”

Lolthia stopped the RP themselves after I confronted them for ranting on their public blog about a communication issue they were unhappy with in this server.

Someone alerted me that they were talking about their RP server on their blog. I was concerned about those in the server who were on Tumblr. As their RP partner, I requested that they delete it and talk to us first in the future. We then had the following conversation.

The conversation ended with this rude remark and Lolthia proceeded to be inactive for a long time before starting the argument in the previous post.

“I got tired of constant pings asking me for stuff”/ “I… asked to stop being pinged because I was going through enough”

I need you to understand that you are the admin of the server. We needed your help to create threads to hold our RPs in. Instead of not saying anything when we pinged you only to throw a tantrum about it, why didn’t you pass the permissions or moderator roles to someone else, or at least notify us that you’d be inactive for a certain amount of time?

In the post where we were planning an RP and pinged you - If your interpretation of ‘maybe they can come in later to keep the narrative consistent’ is us excluding you, that’s honestly a you problem, mate.

TO LOLTHIA/JADE

Only one of the claims you have made against me is correct. Yes - presently, I do not like you. But it’s not because you are whatever you identify as, or that you ship with a specific character.

I do not like you because you vagued your own server members, including myself, on your public blog. When I found out and asked you to edit out the mention of our server at minimum, you still had the gall to try to convince me it didn’t affect anyone but yourself.

I do not like you for insulting my friends and I as writers by saying we were ‘just an alternative to character.AI’ all along. And as people, by comparing us to the hate anons who had sent you death threats when we did nothing of the sort. Then, twisting the above into these accusations, without a shred of proof to go with them. 

I am a ROLEPLAYER. Ibara to me is no more than a character and piece of intellectual property.

You: 

Explicitly conveyed that your position was to use us to help you get validation for your alleged ‘relationships’ in a similar way to Character.AI.

Took out your jealousy towards other fandom members onto us, even getting emotional when we merely talked about and shared screenshots of characters you liked. 

When we didn’t give you attention to your liking, accused us of ostracising you and wanting you dead.

Threw a tantrum at us for pinging you for basic admin duties as the server owner, because it wasn’t attention or praise.

The only irrational one here is not myself, but you, and the hard evidence in these two posts is overwhelming.

I won’t be entertaining any further responses. Please be reminded that any attempt to post my personal information publicly will be met with action by me.

TO OTHER USERS

Q: Did you make both these posts and the document? 

No, these posts are follow-ups to the document containing evidence, made by a different person. 

Q: Why did you feel the need to engage them rather than leave the server?

We had already talked only amongst ourselves, ignored any vents they had and began our own server long before these events.

Engaging them was at first a personal choice to defend my friends, who had done nothing wrong. At the time, I was not aware that this was common behaviour for them.

The comparison between us and the death threat anons, which could affect my friends’ reputations, was the most compelling reason for me to attempt straightening this out.

Q: Why has this post been made almost a year later?

Yes, I do agree that from the looks of it, Lolthia’s actions are old news. After I was informed, I personally did not want anything to do with them, and decided to let it go.

However, recently, my friends in the same fandom spaces have not had the luxury of curating their own online experiences because according to them, they are constantly remaking blogs. Furthermore, it was not easy for them to work up the courage to make this post, as being wrongfully accused of wanting someone’s death is not easy for anyone. So, I decided to back them up with the hard evidence they lacked.

Thank you for reading. 

[vxnuslogy]

— a reason. ft aventurine

— warnings: slight cursing and violence and spoilers for the new hsr quest

— author's note: this is very long and very much a giant word vomit. first work in hsr is aventurine, i fear favoritism is real.

‘everything happens for a reason.’

aventurine has never felt so sick and tired of that phrase. something about it makes his fists clench from beneath the table and stomach flip and twist uncomfortably from within.

if everything happens for a reason, then what was the reason behind his clan’s massacre? what was the reason for the stirring in his guts whenever he looked in the mirror? what was the reason behind all of his fortune now turned to misfortune?

aventurine hated not knowing the reason.

“and this pretty thing,” jade motioned towards you by her side. standing motionless, back straight and all. “is [name]. be sure to play nice, aventurine.”

what was the reason behind your new recruitment? better yet, why were you placed as his new assistant? the last time aventurine checked, he was doing perfectly fine. steadily climbing up his rank with his risky gambles and bargaining skills. he couldn't wrap his head around it so he just sighed and accepted it.

“thank you for always looking after me, jade.” his voice carried evident sarcasm but the woman only smiled and pushed you towards his direction. he had to physically stop himself from recoiling from the action and gave you a smile.

“it's a pleasure to meet you, [name].” he held his hand out for you to take. you were hesitating, aventurine noticed. but after a few seconds you slowly slid your hand into his and gave it a firm shake. “the pleasure is all mine, mr. aventurine.”

the blonde man held onto your hand for a moment longer before slipping it away and tucking it behind his back. he surveyed your form making you want to squirm under such a gaze, and he noticed.

“let's be good friends.”

—

working with aventurine was strange, not that you didn't expect it. you spent the past six months running around the IPC from one office to another carrying mountains of papers and constantly picking up calls from the communication device in your ear. other times, you'll be out and about trailing aventurine like a lost duckling when you need to accompany him to missions that require him to be physically present.

honestly, working for the stoneheart will eventually give you an early death from a heart attack. not only is his risky gambling habits very concerning, his way of speaking wasn't exactly everyone's cup of tea. more often than not you’re needed to play as a peacemaker, the middle ground of negotiations to prevent any physical fights from starting.

but it wasn't as bad as you'd assume. you clock in around 9 in the morning and clock out at 5 in the afternoon. sometimes if certain tasks require you for overtime, you'll clock out at around 8 or 9 at night max. all the work aventurine assigns to you aren't all that difficult to handle as well. just simple reports that need to be proofread so he won't have to read over them multiple times, scheduling interviews, picking up calls and informing him of his new missions, and if the situation calls for it, you play as a spy to gather information.

overall aventurine was a good boss.

today was like any other tuesday morning. you clock in just before 9, get your coffee and another cup for your boss, pick up the last reports from the strategic investment department, and then make your way into aventurine’s office to brief him on his schedule.

his office was on the fancier ends, no surprise there as he was one of the ten stonehearts. your shoes clicking when they met the marbled floors, your eyes skimmed through the reports, trying to guess which proposal will be approved or disapproved. when you reached a familiar door, you fixed your hair and readjusted the insignia pinned to your vest. an aventurine stone, just like your boss.

you knock thrice -short, short and long- before you hear a muffled voice tell you to come in.

“good morning, mr. aventurine.” you greet with a slight bow as normal. “as punctual as ever, [name].” raising your head you nod towards topaz’s direction in acknowledgment before making your way to his desk. “here are all the reports from the last mission. i’ve read through all of them and made sure everything is in order.” placing the papers on the table, he dropped the ones in his current hand before taking the new ones, all the while, you place down his coffee which he gladly took.

“you aren't overworking them, have you, aventurine?” topaz inquired, crossing both her arms over her chest. “what kind of boss do you take me for friend? a bad one? i can assure you my assistant is in good hands.” the blonde man chipped in, his fingers flipping from one page to another as you busied yourself trying to organize the scattered reports on his table. feeling topaz's gaze, you give her a slight smile and nod, confirming that aventurine is in fact, was a good boss.

she just sighed and shook her head. motioning for you to come over, you look to aventurine who gave you a nod in turn. you walked towards topaz -feeling the searing stare of aventurine burn through the back of your head- as she took out a flash drive and handed it to you.

“this is the recording of the last meeting in regards to the mission you're tasked with. since you were still in pier port, we started without you.”

“how cruel of you, to start such an important meeting without even waiting for me.”

ah yes, the pier port incident. you smiled wearily as your shoulder slumped when you remembered what happened. you shake your head in amusement of the memory.

“thank you topaz,” you break the silence, like you always do. “i’ll be sure to look over it today.” she smiled at you in appreciation before turning her back on you and waving goodbye.

“well, that was all i came for. catch you two later.”

once the door clicked shut and the sounds of footsteps getting fainter and fainter, you took it as a sign to turn back to your boss who was already looking at you.

“is something the matter, sir?” you ask. he took off his glasses with a hum and turned his attention back to the papers he was reading. “be sure to give me a summarized report of the meeting before you go home.” you nod and take a seat on the couch in his office and boot up the laptop on the coffee table. you've always wondered when it suddenly appeared in his office, you were 98% sure it wasn't there when you first started working but aventurine always said that's it been there the entire time.

you shake the thought out of your mind and shift into work mode. hours seem to pass by in the blink of an eye before you heard aventurine call out to you. “i’m sorry mr. aventurine, i'm afraid i didn't hear you.” you heard him sigh and repeat his question. “i said, why did you join the IPC? actually, no, that's not what i want to know.”

when you looked up from the laptop in front of you, your boss had taken a seat across from you. you felt your heart thumping in nervousness.

“what exactly did you do to pique jade’s interest?”

frozen. you felt frozen on your spot. fingers stopping midway from pressing onto the keys. those beautiful eyes you've slowly grown accustomed to seeing unfiltered from his glasses, they make your heart and pulse beat in an unfamiliar rhythm.

“i come from a well-off family.” you start, suddenly feeling conscious of your background. “my parents have worked closely with the stonehearts, i suppose miss jade wanted to continue the diplomatic relationship between my family and the IPC.”

“is that the reason why you're here now?”

you simply nod even though you weren't so sure if that really was the reason.

“let me ask you another question.”

letting out a startled noise when the laptop in your lap suddenly close with a gloved hand sitting on top of it, you stare at aventurine's purple eyes that had rings of teal, something so uniquely him that you couldn't help but get lost in them. he took the laptop from your grasp and set it on the coffee table as he leaned both his arms on his legs.

“do you like working under me?”

the question caught you off guard and it showed with how the corner of aventurine’s mouth twitched up into a smirk. hiding behind a closed fist and clearing your throat, you pray that your voice wouldn't waver as you answer.

“i do.” you peaked towards his directions and he didn't seem satisfied with your answer so you list out all the reasons why you like working with him. “despite your… questionable habits, i’ve come to grow used to them as time goes on.” a fond smile made its way to your lips when you dug around your mind trying to find your memories that had aventurine in them, only to realize that he was in all of them.

“i’ve come to enjoy all your little shenanigans in missions.”

“i'll have you know, calling your boss’ plans “shenanigans” could lead to your bonus being cut by a few percent.” he huffed like a child as he decided to just sit back and cross his arms over his chest and raise his chin at you. you chuckle at the action and continue.

“ever since i was a child, i have always wanted to travel the cosmos. but since i’m the only child to my mother and father, my childhood, teenage years, and now adulthood is centered around business and trade. going out on missions with you to different planets, they heal that little part of me that wished to travel.”

“but sometimes, i truly believe that you want me to die from a heart attack.” you hear him snicker from under his breath as he fixes the watch on his wrist. “i know that as a gambler taking risks is just a part of it but aeons, do they scare me to death sometimes.”

“if i knew you cared about me so much, maybe i would tone it down a bit!” there was a playful undertone to his voice as he talked to you. you let out a laugh and shake your head. “no offense sir, but i sincerely doubt that.”

“you wouldn't be the boss i've grown accustomed to if you didn't do your risky gambles.”

something flickered in aventurine's eyes, you were sure of it. but before you could find out what it was he suddenly stood up, putting on his usual glasses and giving you a closed eyed smile.

“well, that was all what i wanted to ask you.” you wanted to ask something in return, but you never had the chance to even get a word out when he was already halfway out the door. “be sure to finish that summary before the day ends. leave it at my desk as usual.”

and just like that, the office door clicked shut.

—

“if i told you the reason, that'd be the same as revealing a trade secret.”

aventurine remembered jade's word. how could he not when they repeated in his mind like a broken record.

after he left his office, it felt like he suddenly went back in time. it just had been roughly a month after you were given the position as his assistant and aventurine wasted no moment at the end of that friday afternoon to dash in jade's office and ask her the question: why were you his assistant.

aventurine scoffed at jade's response while she only smiled. clicking his tongue in annoyance as the woman led him in circles when he kept asking. what was the reason? was it that hard to answer?

the next few days weren't necessarily the best. he was like a walking ticking time bomb, ready to blow up at any second. everyone in the IPC kept their distance from him -not like they didn't keep their distance to begin with, some started whispering among the hallways about his potential termination after a very big gamble he almost, almost, lost. what ticked him off the most, was you.

he felt so frustrated at you because why were you so damn perceptive. those past few days, the papers that were messily and hastily thrown on the giant table in his office were suddenly organized into neat piles, all held together with different colored paperclips and a sticky note of when each pile was due to be submitted. how every morning you wouldn't fail to knock thrice at his door -short, short and long- at exactly 3 minutes before 9 in the morning with two cups of coffee in your hands. or the times where you would take one good look at him and start lighting up the candles in his office that you started buying for him because you noticed he'd be slightly less stressed when the room didn't smell like fear and insecurity.

what he hated the most was even after his little temper tantrum the past few days began to subdue, you still continued your almost doting actions towards him.

when did he start anticipating your methodical knocks 3 minutes before 9? when did he suddenly grow disappointed whenever someone knocked on his door and it wasn't you? topaz had suddenly grown confused when he suddenly came into the meeting room with a cup of coffee in his hand and when she asked about it he would simply say, “well, my darling assistant bought it for me!”. the multiple scented candles in his office that burned too quickly so at the end of every month he'd have you go out and buy some more.

when did he start using his left hand -the hand he left bare from rings, the same hand that shook in fear of losing- to guide the small of your back away from the crowd whenever you would accompany him to missions?

when did he start taking off the glasses that hid the eyes he wanted to sell to someone else?

it was so confusing yet so simple at the same time. aventurine had grown fond of his little assistant. he has grown fond of you. and that was all there is to it. after all, why would he go out of his way to get that customized brooch that you wear every single day when you come to work if he hadn't. how his chest would swell with pride whenever you spoke with higher positioned officers in the IPC and how they would avert their gaze because of the pin on your vest.

and he knows that you know of his sudden change in demeanor. you just never say a word for his sake. how he went from being a distant and acquainted boss to a friend. an actual friend. and that was supposed to be it. he did say in your first meeting that you should be good friends, but how was he supposed to keep his words after the little stunt you pulled at pier port?

it was a simple mission, negotiate and get the upper hand, nothing more and certainly nothing less. like any other mission, he was accompanied by you and some other people under the IPC. everything was going smoothly until one of them just had to open their mouth and talk shit about his already dreadful past just because he had forgotten to put on his glasses. he truly has grown a bit too comfortable with you around, and he didn't like it.

“what's a sigonian scum like you doing in the IPC? why don't you crawl back into the hole you came from?”

he just sighed. shaking his head, hiding his left hand behind his back, shielding it away from everyone's gaze as it shook with anger, disgust, and the tantalizing question of why.

why did he have to go through this?

and then you did something out of the ordinary.

the sweet assistant of aventurine suddenly pulled out the gun situated on your hip and pointed it directly to the man’s forehead, a deathly glimmer shining in your eyes as your index threateningly ghosted over the trigger.

“if you do not take back what you said just now, i won't hesitate to put a bullet or two in that empty skull of yours.”

then you started walking, and he started backing up. you didn't stop until the man was standing on the edge of the port, one simple push and he'd be drowned in the vast icy oceans. that is, if he wasn't already drowning in the fury of your eyes.

aventurine felt his body move in instinct. his left hand holding your wrist and slowly putting it down at your side. he gave a half assed apology about your behavior and ushered you to your original destination. this time, he kept his hand on your back, specifically near the gun on your hips to make sure you didn't point it at someone else.

“do they always speak to you that way?” you ask barely above whisper. eyes strained one the road you were walking one while his bore into your very being. “i’ve grown used to it. be sure to not point that gun of yours to any potential partners, m’kay?” to prove his point, he tapped the gun on your hips with his finger and you just sighed. a simple yes stumbling past your lips before being enveloped by silence.

aventurine was sure. he was very, very, sure that was the last nail in the coffin, and the answer to the question he's been asking.

the entire day, you stuck by his side. glued to the fucking hip and no one dared to utter a single word about him. the meeting went smoothly and when everyone was preparing to go home, he called you over and said:

“that stunt you pulled earlier, stays between us, alright, friend?”

and you simply nod in understanding.

you carry your bags onto the ship to take you back home only to be taken aback when aventurine comes to steal it away from your hands. “take it as thanks for earlier.” he remembered that look of shock before it turned into something else -what it was he didn't know because you turned away before he could even fathom what of it made his stomach do flips.

even when he came to drop off your things at your personal room, he found himself lingering by the door. watching you unpack your things as he stood idly. you would eventually turn to him and ask if he needed anything more, and out of curiosity he asked: “why did you point your gun at that man?” he will never forget the look of puzzlement on your face when he asked.

“because he said something unpleasant to you. as your assistant, i can't allow others to simply trample on your name.”

he spent the night staring up at the ceiling while laying on his bed. your words mingling in with jade's in his mind, trying to fit the two like puzzle pieces to ease the racing of his heart and uneasiness of his mind. he didn't like assuming things. a conjecture such as this would cost him too much, but tonight he indulged himself in the thought.

picking up his phone and messaging jade, he laid his forearm over his eyes and sighed.

“this room smells horrible…” he muttered. the strong scent of chlorine made his mind spin. making him miss the scented candles you had slowly but surely placed inside his office. he'd grown so fond of them that he'd bought some of his own to place around his home. “ah… i think i'm screwed.”

—

it has been approximately 3 system hours since you arrived in penacony, and roughly a few system hours before aventurine's eventual demise.

topaz had just finished speaking with the trailblazer and their companions. when they had left you stood next to her and stared at the giant prison turned hotel.

“you… don't seem too worried.” topaz said, you felt her gaze but you didn't turn to look at her, instead you just gazed into nothing. “it would be a lie if i said i wasn't worried.” you were most definitely worried, terrified even. no matter how many times aventurine does his high risk gambles, you will never get used to it, not when it causes ghostly hands to squeeze at your heart at the sheer thought of him losing. the thought of losing him.

“but i trust miss jade's judgment. i trust aventurine.”

roughly a day before his departure to penacony, curiosity got the best of you and you stuck around the meeting room in secret when aventurine stayed behind.

“what can i do for you, aventurine?” jade's voice slightly echoed in the empty room. your hands slightly shook in fear of being caught, but you were just so curious about what has been going on with your boss that you couldn't fight the urge to eavesdrop a bit. “oh nothing much. i take it you received my message?” you assumed the woman nodded because aventurine continued. “i must admit, your little plan worked. but is it really necessary?”

jade stood up from her seat, her heels clicked on the marble floor and aventurine followed her until they were by the door.

“well, it's better to stay safe than sorry. and besides, this doesn't count as a complaint, right?”

you heard him chuckle. somehow, even though you hid behind a pillar you felt his stare bore into your being. you could almost imagine those purple eyes that had rings of teal in them that made you weak in the knees.

“no, not necessarily. i could never consider it as a complaint.” he took a moment before asking another question. “but i want to hear it from you, friend. why did you assign [name] as my assistant?”

“it's rather simple really,” jade replied. “you need a reason to leave penacony alive, no? i simply made it easier for you.”

you? the reason for aventurine's will to live? it seemed rather silly. how you, a simple assistant, be so much of importance to someone like aventurine, but with how topaz came to hold the hand that gripped the brooch he had given you, you thought otherwise.

this half a year you've been working with him, you like to think that you've gotten to know him very well.

how when you stood beside him as he sat himself in another gamble, he would always lay his left hand on his lap, fingers curled into fists so tight you were afraid his palms were bleeding.

how he always hid his “weaker” hand behind his back in dire situations to hide his fear.

or when he would always take off his glasses in his office whenever you were there. and that laptop you were 98% sure wasn't there when you started working? aventurine apparently got it specifically for you so you could work in his office.

but what you were most sure of was:

“aventurine doesn't make deals he knows he won't benefit from. he'll win, he always does. he'll come back, i know it.”

© vxnuslogy 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works.

[ironunderstands]

help I have been afflicted by Boothill brainrot time to share some shitty angst bulletpoints with the class (that I’ll probably turn into a fic later)

I don’t think I have to tag anything specific but be warned there’s probably something bad in here so if you understandably don’t wanna read that then scroll. Expect cyborg related angst (and minor spoilers)

Also I hc Boothill as nonbinary (using he/they and occasionally she) so if you’re wondering about the use of multiple pronouns that’s why, it’s not related to the angst, I just don’t want people to be confused.

-has a sensation of touch on the metal parts of his body, but it’s visibly muted compared to his skin and it drives them nuts

-despises hot/cold temperatures due to how they interact with the metal parts of their body, on especially hot days

-very vulnerable to hacking and it scares the shit out of him (thanks past obsession with Genji for giving me this one, the amount of “Sombra hacks Genji and he has a bad time” stuff I have read is unhealthy, even if she would only do it for the shits and giggles or a mission, a character losing control of their body is unfortunately very compelling please don’t cancel me)

-can’t remember their past life or how he died but still has nightmares of it

-phantom pain is a bitch and her name is Boothill

-won’t be seen as human by most people (even actual people write him this way which is a little weird to me, like I know the Robot/Human tag w Boothill serving as a Robot is probably just for reach, but like, he’s still human, he’s not a robot, he’s a cyborg, idk it’s just a pet peeve of mine)

-has to go to the scientist who made him to get “upgrades” (aka whatever they feel like fucking with this week) against their will

-he can’t remember his old life, but they can remember how their body felt back then and the cyborg one distinctly Doesn’t Feel The Same

-Boothill’s synesthesia beacon doesn’t just prevent Boothill from cursing, it prevents her from saying certain things entirely which makes it very hard for him to express his feelings

-charging induces sleep for them, something which Boothill tries to hide as it could be used against him

-debating between making Boothill unreasonable heavy (because metal) or unreasonably light (because high tech) both scenarios cause problems for him, feel free to torture yourself for as to why

-animals (especially dogs) don’t like them as Boothill doesn’t have as strong a scent nor the flesh of other humans which is why it’s hard for them to trust him, which sucks for Boothill because he loves animals

-doesn’t even know the planet they were originally from or how old he was when he died, Boothill doesn’t even know their birthday, so it ended up becoming the day he was brought back to life against his will

-gets called “it” by people who don’t like cyborgs or people that are non-organic/have nonorganic parts of their body/existence, I also share this for the trailblazer because of their dubious origins, I’d like to believe transphobia isn’t a thing in Star rail because it’s already tiring enough irl and there’s no proof for it unlike other real world problems, so the misgendering happens for other horrible reasons! Horrible reasons that are close to canon considering the whole organic/inorganic war thing depicted by the Sim Uni, I’d imagine a lot of people are still bitter about that (honestly I don’t know the details I was there for the jades) and/or ignorant enough to believe that only fleshy beings have a monopoly on personhood (it/its pronouns are cool but not on people who don’t want to use them!)

-constantly pushes the limits of their body (aka self destructive behavior), I doubt Boothill would be trying to hurt herself but it’s more of a “it will get fixed anyway” kinda thing, any injuries sustained still hurt like a bitch but Boothill forces himself to not care because well “it’s his job and he will get healed anyways” (also it’s implied from their LC that he’s a Galaxy ranger against his will from the whole “never living for themself again” thing, so Boothill probably has to get injured for the job and is just forced to grin and bear it

alright that’s all the angst my sleep deprived brain could cook up for now if I did something wrong or missed a tag pls tell me

[dazyskiie-luv]

★ Incorrect quotes (but by me and my friends)

— mentions of death, overbloting, therapy ((since some people like to avoid it as if it'd kill you)), sebek hate 😵‍💫, and male reader

[Name]: if you got killed by a flying banana how would you feel

Idia: A WHAT

[Name]: a flying banana

Idia: well do i know its going to kill me

[Name]: so true

Idia: YES OR N

[Name]: i read thay wro.

[Name]: umm

[Name]: ur choice

Idia: well

Idia: if i know its goung to kill me id cry

Idia: however if i was caught by surprise id peobably question everyrhing in that moment

Idia: why did i get killed by a flying banana? how did i get killed by a flying banana? why was the banana flying? how did it have enough strength to kill me? was it destined for me to be killed by a flying banana??? who threw the banana????

Jade: Azul said he'd feel betrayed

Azul: Well.. I mean I got killed by a banana

Azul: Was it because I ate your family

Azul: My fault.

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[Name]: LILLA HOW TF U SURVVING ALL THESE HURRICANES AND RAINPOURS

[Name]: LAWD

lilla: lol

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Sliver: im sos eleph

[Name]: sleep

Sliver 5 hours later: are u a wizard.

Sliver: i fell asleep :(

[Name], not looking up from his paper: idk probably

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[Name]: im doing therapeutic exercises 😠

Riddle: thera what

[Name]: therapeutic

[Name]: therapy exercises

[Name] who's slowly being covered in blot: (i dont have a therapist)

Overblot [Name]: ((i just remember this))

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Azul: sounds like me tbh

[Name] grabbing a gun: we are too alike, one of us gotta die.

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[Name]: wishing i was drowninf in a lake rn.

Ruggie: emo ahh

[Name]: YOU.

[Name]: this is my 19th reason

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Cater to [Name]: My favorite pookie wookie pie with whipped cream and sprinkles and those wafer things i forgot what they were called but they're like sticks filled with chocolate idk <3

Yuu looking horrified: Are you tired

Yuu: Is this why you're saying this stuff

Cater: no

Cater: I am tired but this is just me being me!

Yuu: I should've known....

[Name]: My eyes are teary up.

[Name] with tears running down his face: I feel like I've been violated in the worst way possible.

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Floyd: Bro said "its fine i can do it" and his jose grew

[Name]: I was about to say "bro lied too much"...

[Name]: bird beak.

Floyd: BHWJAHAH

Floyd: bro got that crane beak 💔

[Name]: traffic cone!

Floyd: ong!

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Idia: fi udbprays tofay 🗣🔥⁉️

[Name]: did u pray today?!

Lilla: fi i ibuprofen fowhsay

Idia: IBUPROFEN????

[Name]: so true honestly

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[Name] reading a sign saying "marry me": .

Austin: If you say yes I'll feel happy

Belphie: I can't say die to a child....

Neige: You say die to me

Belphie: Die.

Neige: See what I mean.

Neige: This is why I put a bomb in one of your drawers and hadn't set it off yet.

Belphie: U PUT A BOMB IN ONE OF MY DR.

* Belphie and Austin are my rsa ocs ! Beauty and the beast & Sleeping Beauty :3

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Ortho holding a sign to [Name]: I think your pretty

Ace: u used the wrong your

Ortho: YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR DAD SHOULD'VE USED? A CONDOM.

Ace: WHAT.

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Idia: is this justin bebiber???

Idia: beiber

Idia: beiber

Idia: be]

Idia: yeah

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[Name] talking about Sebek: Hope he trips and cracks open like an egg.

Ace: HELP ME.

Yuu: same ong

[Name]: sunnyside up for breakfast guys!

Deuce trying not to laugh: SUNNYSIDE UP US CRAZY.

[Name]: I'M RE-PURPOSING HIM.

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some screenshots for context 😵‍💫.... n word slur usage btw

[ryuichirou]

I recognized ya like the octvanille with Idia...what do you think of the trio also gang-banging Idia? 👀

Ah yes, Octavinelle/Idia questions are always our favourite hehe~

When we first read your ask, I thought about how Azul is a pretty jealous person, and was immediately shamed for that, because this wouldn’t stop the octo trio from gang-banging Idia, and honestly this is 100% a fact. After discussing it for some time and exchanging ideas, I’ve arrived with a proper reply!

There are several situations in which the gang-bang scenario is possible; the trio could be motivated both by pleasure and by other reasons; for once, they could create pretty nice blackmail material.

If Idia and Azul have a serious fight, Azul, being a sensitive soul, could also get back at Idia by giving him away to the tweels as a punishment. He’ll obviously watch them, both to make sure that he has control over the situation, and to make this experience ever more unbearable for Idia, who now has to get fucked by these two animals while his boyfriend/husband is watching. Azul is going to join them too at some point, even though he wasn’t planning to.

Azul could also give Idia to the tweels as a reward for being such good boys. Azul is jealous, but he is also nothing if not generous, so if he catches himself in an especially good mood, he could do that. He would also do it just to see Idia’s reaction when he hears about what’s going on and what’s about to happen.

The tweels just start touching Idia without asking Azul; let’s be honest, if Jade and Floyd really want something, Azul can’t really stop them. He can join them though, even though Idia would’ve thought that he might save him. And Idia can’t really complain about it either, because no matter how scared he gets, he clearly enjoys it, and the trio is never going to let him forget about it.

No matter the scenario, it’s going to be intense: on the one hand, these three prefer very different types of stimulation + want all attention to be on them (such greedy fucks), so it’s like a gang-bang + a never-ending fight for Idia’s attention by overstimulating him in 3 different ways.

On the other hand, they know each other too well and worked together for years, which means they are great at teamwork; so Idia still feels like he is being devoured by three feral animals that hunted him down together.

The fact that there are three of them also means that it’s going to last for a long time. Both Jade and Floyd have amazing stamina, and whenever Azul gets tired, he just sits there and watches the show with the smuggest smile Idia will ever see. It almost looks demonic in Idia’s exhausted mind after ~3 hours of fucking.

The dialogues these three have are also so messed up that Idia is honestly glad that he barely remembers anything because of how intense their sex is. They talk about Azul treating Idia right/wrong, about how Idia’s body reacts, about how much cum he can fit in his stomach, how cutely his hair sparkles whenever someone hits his prostate. At times Azul gets strict and tells the tweels to watch their mouths, but it never stopped Jade and Floyd from talking about Idia like he is some kind of pet… well, it’s not like the way Azul speaks of him is much better.

Honestly, I would love to draw them together like this sometime. Ideally, in a comic form. But for now it’s only a wish… I should work harder 💪😔

[writing-rat]

The Secret Admirer

Pairings: Tori x Jade

Content: Just fluff

Summary: Tori has a secret admirer but she doesn't know who it is fully until the date...

It had been 5 months since Tori had entered Hollywood Arts and she couldn’t be happier. She had a few new friends too which she loved. There was Cat, Jade, Beck, Robbie (Rex included), Andre and even Sinjin. She didn’t mind that. In fact, she loved it. Beck and Jade broke up too but no one knew why. Beck wasn’t saying anything and neither was Jade.

Tori was currently with Beck and Andre as they were smoking weed together in Beck’s RV as they were all on the couch, Tori in between them. They were watching ‘The Breakfast Club’ as they were all passing a blunt between each other, each teen having a Dr Pepper as they took a sip too. “God, Allison is so hot. I would do anything for her,” Tori stated after a few minutes of her just being on screen. Andre smirked while Beck just laughed. “Fair enough Tors,” Andre spoke as he leaned back. “So, if I can ask, what is your sexuality?” he asked curiously. “Lesbian,” she spoke with a shrug. “So we can talk about girls? Nice,” Beck responded and Tori smiled. She felt validated. 

That’s when they continued to watch ‘The Breakfast Club’ before they all decided to nap right there.

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“Beck! I need your ad-” Tori heard before she woke up. She yawned as she opened her eyes, looking over as Andre was still fast asleep, Beck waking up at least. “Oh. Hey Vega,” Jade spoke, crossing her arms. “Get out. I need to talk to Beck alone,” she added. Tori nodded, shrugging. She understood. That’s when she stood outside, wondering what was going on inside. She wouldn’t look, however. She was respectful like that.

Eventually, the door opened and Tori was allowed inside. She was thankful for that as the 4 of them were also soon hanging out.

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It had been a week after that incident and Jade was being… nicer? Tori honestly thought she was sick because of how she was acting but decided to not dwell on it as it wasn’t really her business. She had opened her locker when a note started to fall out. Tori was confused as she picked it up, soon reading what it read. ‘Meet me at Nozu at 5 pm. From your secret admirer’ it read. She sighed as she walked over to the lunch table, mulling it over. She was unsure if she should or not. It could be someone dangerous or a creep. Since it was only Monday, she had the whole week to dread it.

“Hello,” everyone said at the table as she arrived. “Hey,” she spoke, tired as she was getting her lunch out, ready to eat. 

“What’s got you so tired?” Andre asked. “Because I got a secret letter and I don’t know who from,” Tori responded, practically groaning, before she laid it out to rest. “What sort of loser would do that?” Jade commented, being her usual self. “Thank you,” Tori responded sarcastically.  Jade just sent a sassy smirk, not missing the look that Beck gave her. Tori did miss it though. 

“Well, if you go, we can help you out, we can watch from a distance,” Beck spoke. Tori nodded and concluded she would go then. 

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Tuesday and there was another note. It read ‘You know me. You don’t know what I am like really. I love the way you act so confident, that you don’t need to put on an act’ the note read. Tori sighed as she read it before she started to put the letter in her bag, trying to think of who it could be now that she read it. She honestly couldn’t wait for the next one, not that she would say.

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Wednesday and another note as expected. She was noticing a trend though, giving information about a certain person and then what they love about her. ‘I am a female. I like your comedy and how you can act like anything.’ Tori was trying to think who it was. Jade had also been acting nicer to her that lunch, teasing her, sure but not in a mean way. It was confusing. She shrugged it off though. 

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Thursday and she was excited for her note again, this time Beck was with her. She opened her locker up and a note fell out. She immediately grabbed it as Beck read it from her shoulder. ‘Black coffee is life and I will always want it. I like how resilient you are’ the final note read. “Who do you think it is?” Beck asked, looking at Tori. Tori groaned and shrugged.

“All I can think of is Jade but she doesn’t like me at all!” Tori whined. Beck just chuckled. 

“Fair enough,” he spoke before he went to lunch with her. Jade had gotten Tori’s lunch which Tori was surprised and suspicious about it. She was shocked, however, when nothing was wrong with it. Jade also had a black coffee, not that Tori noticed. 

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It was the final day and she finally got the final note and was meeting up with the girl later where she conveniently had the date with Jade previously. ‘We previously went to Nozu together. I like your locker, and I love whenever we talk’ it read. Tori was biting her lip, thinking about who she went with. The only people she could think of were Cat and Jade but she couldn’t see Cat liking her. She had gone with Jade and was forced when she last went on a date. That’s when it all clicked. She would not confront yet however, she would see at Nozu but she was 99.99% sure it was Jade.

After a few hours, it was an hour to the date and she was nervous, considering what to wear. She still wanted to look nice, but casual after all. That’s when she decided to wear a skirt and a nice crop top she owned. Eventually, she went down, seeing how Trina was away. She was doing god knows what, but she was doing something. She didn’t care, however. She just wanted to make Jade blush as well. She started her walk to Nozu, happy it was only a 15-minute walk. She had on some trainers though. She had put on some headphones and listened to some punk music before walking over however, not liking silent walks. She always needed music on after all. 

Eventually, she arrived and walked in, spotting Cat, Beck, Robbie, Rex and Andre as well as Sikowitz? She would ask later. Jade meanwhile was at a separate table and waved over Tori. Tori walked over immediately, putting her phone and earbuds into her bag before she sat down. “Hello,” she spoke. “You are the sacred admirer I assume then?” she spoke with a smirk. 

“Yes, I am. So what?” Jade spoke, not letting her walls down. “Well… I want to know the real you then,” Tori spoke, crossing her arms. “You said it yourself. I don’t know what you actually are like,” Tori added. Jade was shocked before she nodded, thinking. She trusted her more now. She was happy enough.

“What would you like to order?” the waitress asked.

“Spicy tuna roll,” Jade responded.

“California roll please,” Tori spoke with a soft smile. “And drinks?” she asked. 

“Pepsi,” Jade spoke, still monotone.

“Lemonade for me,” Tori spoke and the waitress nodded before leaving. “So… what do I not know about you?” Tori asked, smiling at her. “By the way, you look nice. You should wear ripped jeans more,” she hummed out. She saw Jade visibly blush before she responded. “You don’t know about my pet snake, Moxie,” she spoke. Tori smiled.

She was eager to get to know her more…

[flandrepudding]

doll collection post

Hi guyz!! so somebody asked me to post my doll collection a while back and I put it off because i'm trying to rearrange my setup but its taking much longer than expected due to irl stuff.

But I dont wanna wait anymore! Feel free to just scroll through the pictures, you don't have to read the commentary if you don't want to. In fact you don't have to scroll through any of this at all. I wrote a lot because I am severely neurodivergent. Having a genuine blogging moment rn.

I have been waiting forever for an excuse to post my collection!! I was so happy someone suggested I do so.

I don't have a lot of room for everybody! Everyone is scattered around my room, but I try my best to display them nicely...

My G1 collection is moderately sized, these dolls are expensive and difficult to find. There are so many more I want, like Dead Tired Lagoona or Sweet 1600 Draculaura to go with my Sweet 1600 Clawdeen...sigh. But it just keeps getting harder! I am actually content with stopping my G1 collecting hunt for now and instead focusing on G3... Many of these dolls are from my dear friends, especially Leo and Raven (hi guyz!). Without my friends, I would only have three of these dolls... I am so lucky to be so loved!!!

I don't have many bratz that are in good enough shape to be on display. I really grew up on bratz rather than monster high... but again...these dolls get expensive! Roxxi was always a favorite of mine and a crush! Growing up, I was the type of kid who almost exclusively wanted one brat though. Yasmin. Not Cloe, Jade, or Sasha. I was devoted to collecting Yasmin because she looked similar to me. In retrospect, I really wish I had gotten more of the other girls...I do have some...though their numbers pale in comparison to the Yasmin army.

The ball-jointed doll is my most expensive doll and my largest doll (she is fucking ginormous). Even when buying her at half the original price (great deal from a great friend) she was hardly affordable.

I bought her because I plan on customizing her to be Flandre Scarlet, my ultimate comfort character! I've always dreamed of having a doll of Flan. SO why not make one myself? I've had her for months but am still too scared to cut that beautiful hair off...I'm no good at cutting wigs/hair in general. I did install her red eyes myself which I've never done before as this is my first and probably last bjd! She is gorgeous but I would consider these dolls luxury items... VERY EXPENSIVE.

(idk why the exposure is so high on these, sorry!! >_<;)

I am so happy to have the coffin bean playset!! I think it was a really good idea to get it. but I am so sad because I have hardly any room for it! So It's sitting on my dresser in front of a giant mirror so please excuse the poor editing I did to obscure the reflection of me and my living space lol...

I gave my Twyla low pigtails, though they aren't very visible, and my Clawdeen braids! I think Clawdeen looks super cute this way tbh I tried curling her hair again and again and again but the curls always fell out (I dont have much experience)...but honestly... I think I like this look even better ^_^. You can see her ears so well this way.

This Clawdeen is basically my holy grail and it was gifted to me by Leo, Leo if you're reading this I hope you know you are basically Jesus.

not to get deep but the OMG doll next to her is special to me because it is one of the last gifts I got from my late Grandpa. He took me to target and when I said I liked the doll, no questions asked, he bought her for me. Didn't give me shit for liking dolls at my big age. He simply got her for me because she made me happy, and he wants me to be happy. Dolls can mean so much. Again, I am so lucky to be so loved!!! >:D

I have this gorgeous Draculaura just chilling next to my jewelry cuz I have nowhere else to put her and honestly she is gorgeous and should stand alone.

Here I have the pride Bratz next to my bed!!! They mean so much to me, as I said earlier I had a crush on Roxxi. To see she's a canon lesbian now is so incredible!! And Nevra, her girlfriend, is beautiful! They are so cute together... they are never leaving that box though. This was actually the first doll/set of dolls where I fully understood why people are content leaving dolls in their boxes. I love to play with my dolls so much... but I could never play with these two!! If anything happened to them I would lose my mind.

Now... you're probably thinking......where the hell is Lagoona?!?! Do you not have one despite loving her this much? Of course I have a Lagoona. I AM GROWING AN ARMY!!!!!!

I really, really love Lagoona...I want to get every Lagoona doll I possibly can. Isn't she so cute! I relate to her character in the cartoon a lot too... her life at home, her difficulties speaking up when she is sad or angry, her sporty personality, etc etc... She has quickly claimed her spot as biggest comfort character #2. I included many pictures because I simply cannot pick one, she is flawless. You might recognize the Lagoona on the left, I drew her in that exact pose recently!!

I have her army on my desk, giving me the strength I need to get through my work... like Homer Simpson with his pictures of baby Maggie at his work. I get endless inspiration and motivation from Lagoona!!!

And here is the Flandre shrine bonus... I adore her!! I also have finally ordered a fumo flan that should arrive in august around my birthday eeek!!!

Anyways that is my collection. It's been many years in the making, though it's almost doubled since monster high G3 released... Mattel truly has me by the balls right now. If you read any of this, thank you. I put a lot of time into making this post, and it was really fun. I feel like a real blogger right now.

I really really enjoy dolls and talking about them. So I will happily do so anytime I get the chance!!! Will probably do an update once I finally install some more shelves and move stuff around <3

[twisted-lover-boys]

Possessed!!! Pt. 1

{not proof-read}

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Jade

-> Next

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Synopsis: Who would’ve thought you’d end up splitting from your group on accident in the spectral realm? Well, it seems someone else found you and they don’t seem friendly…

. . .

“Okay! Your goal is to find the students of NRC, find the culprit of this scandal, and end this Halloween night!”

“Yes headmaster!”

Just as everyone was about to enter the blackened dark mirror, Sam spoke up. “Remember little imps! Those pendants are a form of protection and communication so take care of them!”

“We will!” You called out and followed everyone else as they walked into the mirror. You had no idea what was waiting on the other side but if it meant getting your friends and boyfriend back, you’d do anything.

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Honestly you could probably consider this my first long fic because of how much effort I put into this but I’m still proud of these…but man this is LONG!! Also hope you like the event banners I made! I really like them!

Also, I changed the story a bit (especially Ace’s portion). I really liked the general story but I’m still salty about the ending—little OOC but who doesn’t love some OOC fluff?

Implied male reader but no pronouns were used. Also reader knows magic!

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This was not what you wanted. You didn’t mean to leave Leona and Floyd but you were too worried about Ace getting taken by some ghost that you didn’t really think twice about it.

The long and swirling staircases felt intimidating especially since the clicking of your costume shoes felt louder than they should be.

As you walked, you felt as if you weren’t alone and you were proven right when you heard heel clicks along with your own accompanied by someone on top of the stairs. “Who’s there?” You asked which, if you’ve seen any horror movie ever, was stupid.

“Well well well, you actually followed! Who knew that humans could be so stupid!” You looked up at the voice and saw…

“Ace?”

He didn’t say anything as he slowly walked down the stairs with an arrogant pep in his step. He stopped only a few feet in front of you, a smirk on his face and pale fogged eyes instead of his cherry red ones.

“Since you followed me all the way here, I’d like to propose a game. How about a duel? If I win, you come with me. If you win, I’ll let this body go.

Now you were more confused. “Ace what are you talking about? You’re acting weird…” He only laughed and looked at you again. A chill ran down your spine.

“A bet is a bet darling. Now, enguard!”

He rose his costume shovel above his head and started gathering magic at the blade head of it before throwing it at you. You managed to dodge just in time and pulled out your own costume weapon.

You had no choice but to defend yourself.

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You have no idea how long the battle between you and Ace lasted but it was long enough for you both to start getting tired. You were covered in scrapes and bruises from the fight but you persevered despite the painful stinging of your body.

You remembered what Sam said: the pedants were a form of protection. You gripped the pendant tightly in your hand and started charging at him.

He threw another blast of magic at you as you dodged and finally got close enough to shove the pendant against his chest, effectively pushing him back with a white blast.

“Argh! You’re a feisty one aren’t you? Well, I’m a ghost of my word…”

With that, a white mass left Ace as he fell unconscious and collapsed. Luckily you were able to catch him in your arms and sit him upright in your lap. It wasn’t long before he woke up again and saw his mischievous cherry red eyes.

“Ugh…hm? Oh, hey baby…where are we?” You only laughed and hugged him tightly. “Ow! Hey hey why the sudden hug? Did you miss me that much?” He teased but he was quick to hug you back. You filched at the pressure and Ace was quick to pull back to look at you. “…You’re covered in bruises…what happened?” You explained as much as you could as Ace held you gently before hugging you close to him.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“But I hurt you…!”

“No you didn’t. It wasn’t you.”

Before he could argue more, a voice pierced through the silence. “Heeey! Crabby! Guppy!” You both turned and saw Floyd and Leona running towards you. You looked at each other before silently deciding to talk later. Right now, you had a job to do.

…

That doesn’t mean Ace didn’t dote on you the rest of the trip. He made sure you were alright and made sure you stayed out of trouble with other ghosts even if he himself didn’t.

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You were starting to get tired of the spectral realm. Constantly fighting off ghosts for mirror fragments and having no sense of direction genuinely made you tired.

You weren’t really paying attention to what Rook, Trey, or Sebek were saying but you immediately perked up when you heard a very familiar voice. One you love to bits.

You ran off from the others and practically tumbled down the stairs to reach him, ignoring their cries for you to slow down or stop. You couldn’t, especially when you were so close to him.

You finally got to the bottom of the stairs and saw Deuce who was sitting on his knees while crying. You slowly walked over to him and knelt down in front of him, gently taking his hands in yours.

“Deuce?”

He only cried harder before launching himself at you, his arms around your neck while yours went around his waist. You knew Deuce wasn’t much of a crybaby so something was wrong.

You pulled back to look at his face and held his face in your hands. His eyes were a clouded, dead blue, a stark contrast from his blue eyes you loved. At this point, the others caught up to you and could feel your unease and confusion.

“I fell and got a boo-boo. Can you kiss it better?” Deuce whined like a child as he pointed to his nose. Just as you were about to, Sebek loudly spoke up which caused Deuce to cry out.

You tried your best to calm him down but Rook and Trey didn’t make anything better at they talked about the handkerchief at the graveyard.

“A handkerchief?! You were going to kidnap me weren’t you!! MAMAAAA!! I’M SCARED!”

Deuce started crawling back and suddenly stood up and started running from you. You mentally cursed as you quickly got up to give chase, the others close behind you.

You couldn’t really do much but try and use magic to slow him down. As you pulled out your costume weapon, you aimed harmless spells at his feet to slow him down.

You couldn’t lose him. Not after getting this close.

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You thanked the Seven for Sebek’s speed and stamina especially with how tired you had gotten. He managed to grab Deuce to prevent him from running any further.

You remembered what Sam said about the mirror pendants he gave everyone: how it was used for protection. You took the pendant from around your neck and gently placed it on Deuce’s chest. A white glow came from the pendant before Deuce started crying again.

“Living people are way more scarier than ghosts! I’m going back to Mama!”

With that, a white mass left his body before going limp in Sebek’s arms. You took Deuce from his arms and held him while slowly sinking to the floor. It didn’t take long for you to see his deep blue eyes again.

“Mmgh…love? What’s up?” You laughed and hugged him tightly. “Nothing…I’m just glad you’re okay.” You replied. Deuce didn’t say anything as he hugged you back just as tightly. He finally seemed to notice all the tears and snot he accumulated as you all tried to explain as best as you could.

“So a bunch of students got abducted, I got possessed, and I was crying for my mom?! I don’t remember any of that!” Deuce exclaimed. “It was quite an unflattering sight, and yet we witnessed it all the same. ‘Waaah! Help me Mama!’” Sebek laughed out. Deuce scowled. “Are you making fun of me?!” You gently held his hand to calm him down while Trey told Sebek to cut it out.

“Ugh, I feel so humiliated. So those ghosts think they can pull one over me huh? Well, I’ll teach ‘em all! I’M CRASHING THAT HALLOWEEN PARTY!!” You could only laugh at his outburst. Now that you had your boyfriend back, you weren’t planning on losing him again.

…

Deuce also didn’t intend to leave you again as he always stayed close to you and even had dragged you to interesting spots for ghost fights so that you wouldn’t lose each other again, no matter how strong they looked.

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The spectral realm was so troublesome as were the ghosts that never left you alone. You managed to get some peace from them but the spiraling stairways made you want to throw up.

You didn’t really pay attention which way you were walking as you just followed Jamil and Silver, not saying anything. You suddenly heard creaking steps and stopped. The others seemed to notice as they both turned back and asked what was wrong. You didn’t say anything as you stared at the one person you were hoping to find.

“Jack!”

He didn’t say anything. All he did was slightly turn your way before looking away again. You ran up to the beastman and encased him in a hug. “Oh Great Seven I was so worried! Are you injured?” You couldn’t say anything else as he suddenly ripped away from your grasp and pushed you over. Jamil and Silver immediately rushed over.

“Don’t you dare befoul me with your horrid scent! If you must touch me, do so after a through cleaning!” You stared up at him in disbelief and despair. Jack would never say things like this to you, would he? “Apologize for tainting your superior! Get on your knees and know your place!”

“Jack what are you doing?! There’s a time and a place for a bit and this is neither!” Jamil exclaimed. You were still upset and confused of the fact that Jack would say something like that, tears threatening to leave your eyes.

Jamil tugged on his coat and pulled him closer. You looked up at him and although your eyes were clouded with tears, you saw that his usual yellow eyes that you loved so much were now a foggy and dull blue.

“EEEP! You dare tug on my arm?! What kind of ruffian uses brute force for compliance?! You’re just after my money aren’t you?!” Jack made all these accusations as he backed away from the three of you.

“Begone! The lot of you!”

Jack yelled as he started swinging at Silver. Jamil backed from a punch with you leaned over his shoulder before speaking to you. “There’s no time to feel sad. The sooner we beat him, the sooner we can get Jack back, got it?” He said to you. You nodded meekly before pulling out your costume weapon. “Okay.”

Whatever was going on with him, you were going to help him.

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Silver and Jamil threw a few magic spells towards Jack as he repelled them with his costume sword. Jamil threw an attack that managed to get some dirt on him.

“WAHH! You got dirt on my beautiful face!” While he was distracted, you raced towards him with the pendant in hand before shoving it against his chest in a punch, a white glow pushing him back.

“Aieeee! There’s no chance at competing with such brutality!” Jack howled out before a white form left his body and he fell slump to his knees with you rushing to prevent him from falling on his face. You weren’t listening to Jamil or Silver, you were more focused on Jack. It didn’t take long for you to finally see his yellow eyes again.

“Huh? Hun? What are you doing here? And where is here anyways?” You didn’t say anything as you hugged him tightly. Jack was confused but wasted no time in hugging you back. When you pulled away from each other, he noticed the tear stains on your cheeks and the fresh ones spilling from your eyes and panicked. “Why are you crying?” He asked worriedly.

Jamil and Silver, sensing your emotional state, explained for you. “I can’t believe that things had gotten so bad at school and that I was acting all fussy…and I started WAILING?! I would never do that!” Jack exclaimed. “Well you did. Silver witnessed it to so you’re going to have to own up to it.” You weren’t really paying attention to the conversation as you fiddled with Jack’s rings on one of his hands while his other was wrapped tightly around your shoulder.

Jack pulled his hand away from yours and placed it softly on your cheek. “I…I’m so sorry…for what you saw…for what I said to you.” He said as he placed his forehead against yours. You placed your hand in his cheek. “It’s okay—“ “No it’s not. I hurt you…”

Jamil sighed to get your attention. “There’s no time for moping. We have to move.” Silver joined in. “There’s no knowing what we’ll encounter but I feel more confident with you at our side. Will you join us, Jack?” Jack stood up with you, still in his arms.

“Oh, you don’t need to ask me twice! I won’t be satisfied ‘til I get back at whoever pulled this stunt!” Jack turned his head up and shouted. “Just you wait ghosts! I’m coming for you!” You laughed at his enthusiasm. Now this was your Jack and you were happy to have him back.

…

Jack was also happy that he finally got to see you again and he made sure you knew how happy and sorry he was. He constantly told you how much he loves and missed you and kept you close to him no matter what came your way.

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You groaned in annoyance at the spiraling staircases laid before you. You were getting sick and tired of all the twists and turns you had to take and you felt like you weren’t really going anywhere.

As soon as Leona said to stay on high alert, a very familiar voice called out to you all. It just so happened to be a voice you missed so dearly.

“Took you boys long enough!” You all looked up at the top of the staircase. “I was ever so lonely. You know what I do to meanies like you? I give them the finger-wagging of a lifetime!” Although the voice was familiar, the tone of it sounded…off. There was no way he’d ever be caught dead talking like that.

“Epel?”

“BRRT!! Nopesies, a wrong guess! You’re talking to Lollipop the Candy Fairy from the Land of Sugar!” You didn’t know whether to cringe or laugh but you knew immediately that this wasn’t Epel. The more you looked at him, the more you noticed how dead his eyes looked. They weren’t the usual bright blue ones you loved.

“I think I know what’s going on. He got possessed like Crabby did.” Floyd guessed. “You’re probably right. Epel wouldn’t be caught dead saying these things.” You responded.

“Goodness! All your staring is making me blush! Do you think I’m that cute? Awww, thanks! MWAH!” Epel blew a fake kiss your way to which you cringed at. You didn’t know what to do. You watched as Epel suddenly went to Leona and booped his nose, which caused Leona to push Epel off. Oh no.

“That’s not very nice! If you’re going to be a Mr. Grouchy-Pants, then I’ll have to punish you!”

With that, Epel got into a cutesy pose which you could only assume was his ‘fighting stance’. There was only one thing you could do and that was fight him before he embarrassed himself more.

You were going to get him back, if it’s the last thing you’ll do.

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You weren’t fighting for long as the only thing he did was use his costume umbrella to throw small and weak attacks while posing weirdly.

The others managed to distract his attacks while you ran up to him, shoving the pendant onto his chest which caused a bright light to push him back.

“Aww, I’ve been beaten. But I won’t go out crying! I’ll see you all again sometime! Ta ta for now!” Epel did one last cute pose before a white form left his body and he fell faint. You managed to catch him in your arms before sliding down to the floor, sitting him upright in your arms. It didn’t take long for Epel to show his normal blue eyes you grew to love.

“…Huh? Darlin’? What happened to me? Why are y’all eyeballin’ me like I’m some spoiled apple?” You couldn’t do anything but laugh and hug him tightly. “I’ve got some bad news for you Epel.” You tried your best to explain while the others, specifically Leona and Floyd, teased him endlessly.

“Aaaaugh…say it ain’t so! I got possessed by a ghost an’ made a complete fool in front of myself? In front on y’all?!” You patted his back in comfort while he groaned into your shoulder. You weren’t really paying attention to the conversation, all you knew was that the others were getting on his nerves.

Suddenly, Epel started to stand up, effectively dragging you up with him in the process. “Grrr…I ain’t lettin’ these ghosts off the hook. I’m gonna bust ‘‘em up real good! Teach ‘em never to do that again!” You laughed softly as Epel’s enthusiasm while his accent slipped out. You were just happy to have your boyfriend back.

…

Of course, Epel was happy to be back with you but was still mortified of what you saw when he was possessed. Alongside trying to regain any manliness he had left, he was constantly seeking for your affection, as were you.

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As you ran to the door for shelter from the oncoming ghosts, you had to hold back a groan as you saw the spiraling stairways before you. You were starting to get sick of the spectral realm…!

You weren’t focused on Riddle and Ruggie arguing, rather the long and striding footsteps you heard above you. The others didn’t seem to notice yet, not even Ortho until a voice rang out.

“Ooh, what have we here?” The voice sounded familiar but the tone it spoke in scared you. Ortho pointed to the top of the staircase, your eyes following to look up and see…

“Jade?”

“Ahaha. ‘Sup guys? What’cha doin’ all the way out here?” He asked. His words were slurred, scarily like Floyd’s usual tone. This didn’t feel like Jade yet you knew it was him. There was no mistaking it. While the others argued if it was truly Jade, you tried talking to him.

“Jade, what are you doing? This isn’t like you. Why are you acting like Floyd?” You tried to negotiate with him but he only stared at you and the more he stared, the more you saw that his heterochromic eyes were nothing more than a dead and dull blue. “I know it’s you Jade. There’s no point in acting like this.” You said again. This time, you got a response.

“Aha…Ahaha…..AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What’s it matter who I act like? Seems to me like you should start worrying a lil’ more about yourself!”

He suddenly threw a magic blast at you, using his costume bandages as a catalyst. You didn’t move but, thankfully, Ruggie was there to pull you back. “He’s attacking!” He shouted to the others as they countered back.

“Come at me, small fry! And hey…make it fun for me, will ya? Ahaha!” He shouted before going on to the attack against Riddle and Ortho. Before you could join the fray, Ruggie tugged on your shoulder. “Remember, it may look like him but that’s not Jade so don’t let your guard down until we beat him, got it?” You nodded in response. “Got it!” before running in with the others.

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You don’t know how long you’ve been fighting, but it was long enough for you and the rest of your party to get bruised and scraped, Jade included. None of you really had a game plan, just try and subdue him. It never really went anywhere…

Then you remembered the pendants Sam gave each of you. He said that they were a form of protection. You were surprised no one in your party remembered, let alone Riddle and Ortho. You shouted at them to distract him so that you could get close.

They started throwing spells to occupy his attention while you rushed in to get close. A few spells were thrown your way but you were able to dodge them easily. When you got close, you pushed the pendant onto his chest, which caused a white glow to harshly push him back. He was distracted long enough for Riddle to conjure up a rope a tie him up.

“Aww man, I totally lost. You guys got moves.” Jade teased while you helped Riddle tighten the rope. “Tighten the rope! We can’t risk another outburst.” Riddle said as you both pulled hard in opposite directions. “Nah, I ain’t gonna bother. It was fun while it lasted…” Jade said before a white form left his body, which caused his body to slump.

You immediately forgot about the rope in favor of Jade. You kept him upright, keeping his head on your shoulder while the others panicked on what to do. It didn’t take long for you to see his normal golden mismatched eyes again.

“Ah…my pearl. I see that Ruggie, Riddle, and Ortho are with you as well. What brings you all together?” You didn’t say anything as you hugged him. He would’ve hugged you back but his arms were tied up at the moment so he resorted to just nuzzling you. You really didn’t pay attention to the side conversation he was having with Riddle until he spoke to you again.

“You’re covered in bruises and scrapes. I’m also picking up the distinct smell of soot on my person. May I ask what happened and why I can’t seem to move?” He asked you. While you filled him in on what happened, Riddle untied him as Jade’s hands slowly wrapped around your waist and lower back, pulling you closer to him.

“Now I understand. My goodness, I’ve caused you all quite a bit of trouble.” As Jade said that, he placed a gentle kiss on your lips making your heart flip. “It seems I demonstrated some rather unbecoming behavior during the blank in my memory. I’m sorry, my pearl.” He continued placing gentle kisses on your face until you were practically giggling from the smothering affection, only stopping to stand up with you still in his arms to talk to the rest of your party.

You weren’t really paying attention to the conversation everyone was having, too focused on Jade and the bout of affection he bombarded you with not too long ago. You were snapped back to reality when Jade took your hand in his. “I’m terribly concerned about the others. We should move on.” He said. “…Are you REALLY concerned?” Ruggie asked suspiciously. “Of course I am! The idea of this being amusing never even crossed my mind.” Jade said while smiling but you knew he was genuine.

His smile immediately turned sinister. “And, if I might add—I must demand payback from the ghost who so brazenly possessed me. With interest.” You smiled, happy knowing that you had your Jade back, your boyfriend back. You weren’t planning on loosing sight of him again.

…

While Jade did keep his word on payback to the ghosts, he of course couldn’t forget about you. You always stood close to him no matter the circumstance and he insisted that when you get back, he tends to your wounds and treats you in Mostro Lounge. Of course, only in a fair exchange. *cough* affection *cough*

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[viatagrinner]

Keith Howell. Mean and awkward love for you. His POV

Mean Keith's POV.

February is not a good month for Mean Keith.

(Will there be a private meeting today after class?)

Getting a progress report from Liam, he finds MC on her way to the greenhouse.

He often sees a thick notebook in her hands lately.

Suddenly he feels a painful blow on his back.

Keith: Don't hit your master in the back with your fists.

It's Liam, asking if the prince heard him.

Keith: I was too busy watching my beloved to listen. Next time you hit me, I'll take a pay cut.

Liam sighs disappointedly, but remains silent as the prince watches MC disappear into the greenhouse.

(.....While she was walking, her head was full of Keith's birthday.)

Liam: She works with enthusiasm, doesn't she?

Keith: Yeah.

Liam: But you're not too happy about it.

Keith: .... Of course I'm happy. I never get tired of seeing my lover think about me.

Liam sighs irritably, Keith hasn't managed to fool him.

Keith doesn't like that MC is so immersed in thoughts of his birthday. But that's selfish of him. The prince can hardly contain his irritation.

(But thanks to MC, it's good that the other self can genuinely enjoy the holiday).

Liam: Are you really going to invite Lady MC to the birthday party? You know that some aristocrats still dislike the "imperfect prince."

(This guy, even though he's tough, worries.)

He pisses off the aristocrats.

(I pity the timid and gentle "me" who is looked down upon).

Keith: It doesn't matter what other people think. He became a different person.

(Because sometimes he gave up his goodness to protect MC, what's important to him.)

Keith: I know that the likelihood of some nobles doing something stupid to MC is not zero.

Keith: That's why I'm asking you to weed out the nasty guys from the party.

The prince wants the heroine to get used to life in Jade, and troubled guys get in the way.

However, he needs to talk to the girl right now. Before he leaves, Keith tells Liam that it is important that people in the castle know how devoted Keith is to MC.

(MC is kind to everyone. There are quite a few people with strange expectations.)

Liam realizes that mean Keith won't show up at the party.

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Greenhouse

Keith has been standing next to MC for several minutes now. While she is passionately reading notes in her notebook, he is trying to do her hair.

(I wonder if I'll be seen soon.)

Finally she pays attention. To her indignation, he replies that he was waiting for her to notice him.

Keith: I hope you like it? My cunning.

MC: ......I like it.

Keith: It's so nice of you to answer me honestly.

The girl asks you to stop teasing her.

(I think it's your fault that you're reacting in a way that makes me want to tease you.)

The girl's small hand closed the notebook.

When asked how much he saw, the prince replies that he wasn't looking, just playing with her "beautiful" hair.

He knew as soon as he met MC in the greenhouse that he would want to torture her.

Keith continued to play with her hair.

Keith: That way the hair on the side won't get in the way when you write.

The heroine apologizes for not noticing it right away.

Keith: I don't forgive you.

The prince gently bites MC on the back of the head. She wanted to avoid it, but the prince wouldn't let her. However, a large hand grabbed her shoulders, and many kisses fell on the heroine's skin. Just to touch her.

(I'd be happy to put a mark on her neck and show the others that she's mine, but I don't want anyone to see MC's flushed face.)

The prince had to restrain himself.

The heroine's small body trembled, and the corners of the prince's mouth naturally lifted at the sight of her trying to suppress her voice.

MC: What if someone comes?

Keith: No one will come. I don't want to be disturbed.

Liam's face flashed in the distance... But he didn't come any closer.

Keith: The punishment is over. Please don't mind me next time, okay?

There is a cake on the table. Keith realizes that she made it.

(This just keeps getting better and better.)

He's not interested in sweets, but he likes what MC does.

(Oh yes, I've been eating a lot of sweets lately.)

Keith: Are you learning how to make birthday candy?

She should learn how to make sweets better than she does now. Because everyone will notice at once that it is handmade.

The prince replies that the other Keith will only be happy about it.

MC asks not to say such nice things, because she is immediately pleased.

Keith: Don't worry about it. It's too late.

Human emotion is contagious.

The sight of her desperately pursing her lips made him feel a tickle in his heart.

However, the prince has a thing for the heroine.

(Go ahead and say that sooner....)

Keith sees that if he doesn't tell her, he will make the girl feel lonely and guilty, and he will regret it.

It's a common human emotion, but he doesn't want to experience it.

Keith: ...Sounds like you and the guys at the castle are busy getting ready for the birthday party.

When she asks about the cake, he replies that it's okay.

Keith: He loves sweets, so he'll gladly eat anything you make.

Keith: I also like what you make, regardless of the sweets.

Keith's golden eyes turn to the bright flowers in the greenhouse. His index finger tapped the table with a slight thud.

(It is strange to be uncomfortable with MC.)

Keith: I'm not going to show up on this day.

Keith: It shouldn't be that surprising. Don't worry about it. I can see you all right through him.

MC wants to know why he won't be there.

Keith: I'm glad you're putting up with it for him and me, but.. I hate being congratulated.

(I might regret saying that.)

Needless to say, his heart squeezed at the upset MC.

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Gentle Keith POV

February was a guilt-filled month for Keith.

In the hallway, the prince saw his beloved in the dress he had chosen especially for her.

Keith: You are beautiful, Miss MC.

Keith: Even though I bought this dress for the party, I don't want anyone to see you now.

Keith: It's so sweet and elegant that I think I'm going to stop blinking.

MC: Your eyes will get dry, so please blink.

Keith: Naturally. If I damage my eyes, I won't be able to see you completely.

( ..........So, I said what I wanted to say again without thinking.)

(What if she's sick of me? I don't want her to hate me.)

He felt a little embarrassed, but when he saw MC's flushed cheeks, he was relieved.

(Good you're embarrassed...... No, what do I mean, I'm glad you're embarrassed?)

(It was so embarrassing for MC, but what a cute reaction she has... I'm disgusting.)

The girl thanks the prince for the dress. She looks forward to wearing the outfit and standing next to Keith.

Keith: .... Me too.

He notices MC's anxiety.

(Is it normal to be anxious?)

He remembers the conversation between the other Keith and MC.

Wanting to respect her feelings, both Keiths don't want to give up the celebration.

(At times like this, I don't know what's right.)

Even Keith doesn't know why his other personality doesn't want to celebrate.

Keith doesn't understand why he confided in MC and told her honestly?

(I'm not a "he," but I'm still Keith.)

(If I were in his shoes, I probably would have done the same.)

Because Keith wants to cherish the girl, that's the only reason. But she won't talk about the other Keith herself.

Keith wants to take a walk with his beloved.

(.....But please forgive me for causing you a little trouble from now on.)

It was the moment the prince realized how much he simply and inexplicably loved her.

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Mean Keith POV

He wasn't going to come out, but he was pulled out by that guy who was too good-natured.

It's at times like this that gentle Keith becomes so insufferable that he forgets he's weak.

Mean Keith almost curses him for annoying him, but when he sees the relief on the heroine's face, he doesn't care.

Mean Keith admits to himself that he is very weak against MC.

She does wonder why he didn't want to celebrate.

He notices that he starts tapping his fingers on the table again.

(This habit must have been noticed by MC, too.)

Keith: I was half lying when I said I didn't like it. I figured if I told you that, you'd be convinced, no questions asked.

Keith: ........The day he was born is different from the day I was born as a person.

Keith: I was born because of his misfortune.

Keith: I don't think you want me to celebrate my birth instead of his unhappiness.

Keith: Even if my birth kept him alive.

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Flashback:

Mean Keith was born on a rainy, dank day. The rain trampled his body into the ground. And there was pain in his heart.

The tragedy in front of him made him sick with pain and anger that tore his heart apart.

Alter Keith knew the meaning of his existence from the moment he was born.

He endured and clung to life. And the first sound from him was laughter.

In that moment, he felt a slight relief in his body and knew for the first time in his life that fun was what made him feel at ease.

The flashback was over.

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That's why he loves lively places. Lively places are often fun.

(But right now I like being around MC more.)

The prince saw that the girl could hardly hold back her tears.

He likes the heroine's tears, but he hates the tears she sheds when she feels pain.

Keith: That's why I didn't want to tell you. You're going to cry.

The girl denies it.

Keith: Your cheeks aren't wet yet, so you're not crying? Stubborn and sweet.

He soothes her by stroking her cheek with the back of his finger, running his finger through her hair and rubbing her back.

He asks her not to apologize for crying, she did not see it.

MC says he cries for more than that. Even if he thinks he was born out of misfortune, the girl still wanted to celebrate the birth of the man she loves. And she wants the prince to accept it.

Keith knew in his heart that MC would say that.

(I expected that, but when you really say it, it's hard to react.)

His heart is restless. Maybe it's because he doesn't know how to accept these feelings.

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The cake was delicious. Keith couldn't get enough of his lover's happy smile every time he ate, and before he knew it, the plate was empty.

He wants MC to wish him a happy birthday. He decides that he will accept this day as the day he was born.

A little worried, the heroine congratulated him on his birthday.

Keith's heart clenched. He put the excited girl between his legs.

The prince blindfolded her. He hugs her tightly to keep her from escaping and feels the girl's body temperature.

Keith: I knew you were cuddly. You're small and soft and I want to torment you...

As Keith put his lips to the girl's cheek, the body in his hands trembled slightly.

Keith: It's fun not knowing what I'll do to you.

MC admits that instead of fun, she's even more nervous.

Keith: Then I'll take your hand.

Keith: When we hold hands, you always look happy, like a baby.

Keith kissed the back of her neck... Kissed all over and enjoyed the heroine's reaction.

Keith: Hey, MC. Let you congratulate me again.

MC: Happy birthday, Keith.

Keith: One more time.

MC: ? Happy Birthday.

The words of congratulations have accumulated in his heart over and over again.

When MC congratulates him, he doesn't feel bad.

Even though he was born out of misfortune, MC's words about wanting to celebrate may be the reason they have such an effect on him.

Keith: Keep celebrating, keep congratulating me, and keep making me happy, okay?

Keith: Really, you and that guy are both softies.

*A passionate kiss*

Keith: MC...

(I was born to protect, but MC saved me again.)

Keith and MC's intertwined fingers gently strengthened their grip, as if to express their mutual feelings.

There was no way to extinguish the flames anymore.

Now Keith is looking forward to February.

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Keith's Masterlist

[wolvsyyyy]

Here is a short little story centering the reader and Kirara, both working under Komaniya Express Delivery. As you share a route together, Kirara confesses just why she never tires of the job, though it may be quite taxing…

✦ Never Tired When I’m With You [Mini Kirara Oneshot]

It’s hot. The sun pours unbridled wrath upon you as it sits high in the sky, sparkling as though it is not only an obstacle to make work so much harder for you. As you make the trek down a long, winding hill, your legs aching for the sweet mercy called home, your eyes slowly lift from the golden grass of Liyue and find Kirara, her paws matching your every step.

Beady orbs of sweat break from her forehead and she goes to wipe them with the back of her free hand—the other hauling a small package—only to recoil at the nasty feel of the sweat and whine, “ewww…”

You pull on the collar of your shirt to try and air yourself out as you meet her catlike eyes, the shade of green within them dimming under the harsh sun.

“How have you not quit this job yet?” you ask honestly, pulling more desperately at your collar to no avail. “I think I need to put my two-weeks notice in already—I’m beat.”

Getting paid is nice, and so is traveling, but you underestimated the cruelty of differing weather around the world. Everywhere is not Inazuma, after all.

Kirara’s twin tails twitch ever so slightly in response to your confession, and her eyes fill with a certain sadness. “Ah, don’t do that! Who would I have to work with if you quit?”

You shrug. “Someone who wants to walk miles in the sun.” You pause to wipe sweat from your neck. Your skin feels as if it’s stained beneath an ocean. “Aren’t you tired of this?”

You watch Kirara ponder the question a moment, flicking her tails as you both continue down the stifling path. She brings a finger to her bottom lip and hums quietly. “Mmm, not really.”

“How?” you huff.

Kirara’s jade eyes lighten up once more, suddenly no longer darkened by the onslaught of sunlight. She stares intently into yours, her lips curling into a tired yet all the more genuine smile.

“I’m never tired of this,” she says, closing the gap between you two until you’re walking shoulder-by-shoulder. “And I’ll never get tired of this,” she adds, then winks at you with her twinkling feline eyes. “‘Cause I’m doing it with you.”

(My first story here on Tumblr. I don’t use Tumblr often but I found both inspiration and motivation from a friend who I downloaded this app for in the first place - you know who you are. Will be posting both Genshin and HSR stories, lil mini ones here and there whenever. Thanks for reading!)

(Also can someone tell me if that Kirara GIF is official or fanmade?? I could not find the source of it for the life of me and do not claim it in any way!)

[luveline]

hi jade!! sorry if this is unwanted at all - i know it’s weird when people come to your inbox just to rant, but i just feel like your someone who it would be so nice to talk to. i am not doing well right now and i so admire the way that you talk about people and life with such kindness even when you admit you are also feeling badly.

i remember a little while ago you posted about feeling like a drag on those around you because you were feeling low or unloved even around people who love you (sorry if i’m misremembering words/feelings?). i’m feeling that so much right now and it’s really scaring me. if you’re open to sharing, i would love to hear more about how you are feeling and/or how you approach these feelings (do you talk to the people around you about them, for example?)

sorry again for the out of the blue message, and regardless of whether you read this or respond to it, i hope you have an absolutely lovely day <3 thank you for being you

No it's okay!! I'm sorry you're having a tough time my love, it's rough.

Lately I've been feeling really unhappy. I think most of it comes from internal feelings of doubt and poor self esteem and stuff like that, and I guess I try to cope with that by reminding myself that the world doesn't revolve around me. I'm not trying to suggest that anyone experiencing self loathing is a narcissist or anything, but I feel much better about not loving who I am when I remind myself that it doesn't matter? Like, it does, it really hurts, and it makes me tired, but hating myself won't change what I am, so it's okay to pump the brakes sometimes. I wish things were different, but I can make it through the day if I focus my attention on other people like my family or on expressing myself through something creative like writing or drawing. I really enjoy pretending to be somebody else. And also remembering that even if you don't like yourself, you still deserve things; to be treated well, to make your best effort to treat others well, to eat and take care of your body, all that junk.

I'm glad you think I talk about people and life with kindness, I'm really happy it looks that way. I try really hard to be good to others and to try and be mindful of the things that I have (without demonising myself for feeling the impact of the things I don't have, either). lm sorry if this isnt a good answer for your ask, I've answered and deleted three different times now because I'm not sure what to tell you, it's a hard question (but I really don't mind you asking). I'm not totally sure how I deal with it all. Not always well😭 I have these moments where I think it will never ever get better for me and that this uncertain claustrophobic feeling of who I am will always be near me. I guess if you measure it up as like —if i asked you right now if you truly believed that no one loved me, what would you say? So I definitely believe that the people around you love you, but I'm sorry you're not feeling it, it's not a nice feeling and not easy to cope with. And about being a drag, honestly even if you were a drag, love is knowing that you're allowed to do that. I know you don't want to bring people down, but some people won't mind if it's you cos they love you. You don't HAVE to always make people happy, you're a person. I'm sure there are moments where people in your life have possibly given you too much to handle, or tired you out, but you don't resent them for it and they don't resent you, either. It's the 'human condition' I think to need things from others. I hope you feel better soon! Or as better as you can, and I hope this isn't a paragraph of uselessness 💗💗

[dgttwisted]

The invitation {fake event}

part one part two final

(there are some mentions of OCxFloyd if that makes you uncomfortable then don’t read it)

Day two of hiking in the woods with Matilda Sebek an Jade things seem to heat up rather dramatically whilst on there trip some fea tried to attack them which went about as well a expected fighting a dragon fea could go. suffice to say those fairies retreated pretty fast.

this only put Matilda on edge more after all Christiane is a fairy so if other fairies are also helping in keeping her captive she hates to think what they have planned for her. though Jade ever the level headed one in the group points out that them attacking could be more of a coincidence after all most nature fairies hate fires after all.

Matilda “i guess that's true...I still don’t like it not knowing who I’m up against” she said looking downdraught about this whole situation 

“well doing a bit of recon is my specialty when we get closer to our destination i’ll do my best to gather the info I can to relay to you”

Matilda gave Jade a tired stare before speaking “i know you intend to help me so i don’t mean this in a hurtful way...what do you get out of helping me?”

“what do i get? goodness me your making me sound like Azul wanting something in return always can’t i look out for my fellow classmate as well as my brothers girlfriend” at the mention of the word girlfriend Sebek got beyond furious

“I DO NOT APPORVE OF IT!” he said rather heated

“well regardless if you do or not Floyd an Matilda have been seeing each other for quite some-” Matilda reached over an covered Jade’s mouth 

“if you keep this up the enemy is going to know where we are please hold in whatever your about to say alright? your helping me that's what matters” she then turned to Sebek “i know it’s hard for you to understand but Floyd an mines relationship is complicated i do not wish to go into detail espeically not right now”

Sebek bowed his head trying to respectful “understood lady Matilda!”

-

the second night as was uneventful which was probably for the best though Matilda took on first watch an when Jade woke up to take the second Matilda said Sebek took the first watch so she was taking the second.

“I’m not as gullible as sebek” Jade whispered “I know you haven’t slept sense we set off on this mission”

“an i won’t sleep till i know she’s ok...don’t tell Sebek he’ll think it’s his fault I’m like this when it’s no ones but mine, I've been like this sense I could remember” she said sipping on coffee that Jade brought 

“I've noticed you’re pretty good at holding out till the very end after all not many people can handle my brothers tendencies” he said with a smile

that got a small laugh out of her “heh...i don’t mind his antics they usually brighten up my day he’s always up to something an if he thinks of me he will usually invite me to be involved I'm surprised by that honestly with how tired i am all the time I figured he’d be tired of hanging out with me”

“first impressions can make of break my brothers interest in a person your first time meeting was an eventful endeavor i would say” he teased

“hmm...I guess your right i apologized for that an he seemed confused that i would apologize for punching him he asked me to do it again...he’s a funny one I’m glad I've gotten to know him”

“he’d be delighted to hear you say as such” Jade said “while i know you have this watch i shall be your watch just to make sure things go smoothly”

“do what you want” she said still looking at the castle in the distance her gaze hasn't left it even during this talk it probably won’t until Matilda knows that Christiane is safe.

-

They didn’t reach the castle until nightfall they were hidden in the tree’s near by what they saw seemed to be very unexpected the castle was not only not abandoned but thriving with fairies left right an center. fairy lights danced around the castle “a party?” sebek whispered “very poor taste for a hostage situation” Jade whispered back

Matilda charged in whilst they were chatting much to there shock they had no choice but to chase after her. as they entered the hall of the castle they were greeted with large tables of food fairies  dancing around an floating lights galore.

“WHERE IS CHRISTIANE!” Matilda shouted top of her lungs the magic she emanated shook the very ground they were on. some of the fairies seemed confused an scared before Christiane came out from a hallway she was just in “Matilda?” she said both excited an confused at her friend being here an her reaction

Matilda rushed over to her “Christiane are you hurt? who took you point them out so i can crush them”

“took me? no one took me why would you say that!?” Jade coughed to break the tension before showing Christiane the letter that Matilda had received 

Christiane practically crumpled the letter in her hands “FATHER!” both the queen of fairies an her husband came out as well “is this some sort of joke I told you to handle the invitations not cryptic messages!” she was beyond pissed even the queen was quite irritated “Honey what were you even thinking sending that to Matilda? you should be lucky she didn’t turn into a full on dragon when she came here”

“it was only meant to be a harmless prank-ow ow ow!!” the queen yanked on his ear “i will deal with him accordingly Christiane dear let Matilda an her friends know while they are actually here” the Queen dragged her husband off to have a little ‘chat’ with him.

“it’s my birthday! i figured you might not be able to come so my dad was supposed to send you a letter of innovations but also the name of the place if you wanted to send gifts but he apparently had other-”

“you’re ok though right?” Matilda asked gently grabbing her shoulder

“I’m perfectly alright promise” Christiane said with smile which quickly turned into a look of shock an concern as Matilda then collapsed onto the ground. everyone in the room shouting “MATIDLA” 

Christiane lowered herself to the ground an turned Matilda around so her head rested on her lap “oh dear my father really did it this time”

Jade approached “with the letter we were under the impression you were being held hostage despite it being a three day travel Matilda refused to sleep till she knew you were ok”

that got such a big laugh out of her though it was more out of pity then amusement “ah...I’m sorry about that” she moved Matilda’s hair so it wasn’t in her face as she spoke to jade “it’s my birthday normally every year Matilda would come to visit me or I'd visit her but sense she’s at NRC i know she can’t just leave whenever I honestly would have been happy with just a letter”

“I SEE WHERE YOU GET IT FROM! your antics were just as bad when we were growing up!”

“Rude I was never this mean with my pranks!” she stated before laughing again “ah it’s nice to see you again Sebek” she then turned to Jade “Floyd?”

“Jade actually! Floyd is my twin” he said with smile

“oh shoot my apologizes”

“no worries this is our first time meeting after all, how do you know Floyd?”

“Matilda told me about him in a few of her letters i don’t really have a phone so we stay in touch threw letters”

“ah what a nice way to keep in touch”

“well anyways the two of you enjoy the party i say you’ve earned it”

---

later in the night the party still raging on Matilda woke up looking up at Christiane who was looking down at Matilda in caring almost motherly way.

“wow Matilda a whole 3 hours? that's gotta be a new record for you” Christiane teased her friend

“happy birthday Christiane” she said still clearly very tired

“thank you, though it was through awful means from my dad I’m glad to see you on my birthday”

“I’m keeping you from the party....sorry” she almost got up but Christiane stopped her

“it’s fine i’d like us to stay like this for a little longer” 

they chatted for a good while longer when Matilda drifted off to sleep again when she woke up all three of them were back at the portal.

“another trick!?” Sebek said

“no this is most likely an apology from Christiane's father for making us hike all the way there on false pretenses...lets head back” Matilda said looking actually refreshed for once.

fin~

[callmearcturus]

*sits very quietly with tea to listen to the Jake Dissertation Presentation*

(Also for a second that text was huge so maybe tumblr is just doing something weird. Karkatifying us to yell about KTWOWL)

lmao fine, okay okay.

so Jake "Abraxas" English is maybe the most complicated character I've ever tried to write. I think in the second Dave POV chapter, someone left a comment about how Jake sounded like he was having a completely different conversation than Dave was, and I responded that yeah that's Jake 24/7. he's always on a different level than the people around him. not a higher level, but a different level.

spoilers are gonna abound below the cut

I'm gonna be annoying and kick this off with a lot of excerpts

First Intermission

"What do you want, Jake?" Dirk asked. The slow spread of his smile made heat flicker in cage of Dirk's ribs. "Everything. Everything, Dirk. What else is there to want?"

ch8: adjudication

"They are…" [Calliope] folded her hands together and leaned in, tucking her chin over them. "They seem much like a monster to me. We had hoped that when their leader retired, they would be… contained. But the bastard heir that's taken over—"

First Intermission

"This is what I made you for, Jake. Just keep in mind these things aren't done by halves. You start this ball rolling, it's not going to stop without crushing some people." "Crushing is the goal. I'm looking forward to the crushing quite a bit, honestly." He leaned over to kiss Jade's cheek. "Thank you, Gran."

ch28: An Audience in the House of Xenon

Jake didn't look up right away, staring at the little silver ball. "Might be best I never know. I put the house on red. Either I've lost the whole thing or I have more of it to look after." "Isn't that rule one? Never put yourself in a position to lose." She came into view with proximity, melting out of the shadows. Her cane tapped very quietly against the dubiously-colored carpet. "That is what I say, isn't it," Jake murmured, picking up the ball and starting it up again.

ch21: Act Three

And on her sofa was the listless fucking heir to the whole empire, reading her books and catnapping, transparently hiding from his grandmother. She allowed this, because it was her job to advise and entertain Jake English, and she was not yet in a position to kill him. That day would doubtlessly come, but it was not today.

Second Intermission

"Says the man who wants everything." "Mhm, I do. That's the worst of it, really, that I do." His smile was wry and… tired. Sleepy-eyed and steam-doused. "She was very thorough. I imagine you know the feeling." "Your grandmother?" "Oh, yes." Jake rubbed his thumb over Dirk's knuckles. "I always fancied myself something of an engineer myself, so I certainly admire her work." "Her work being… you."

coda: mixtape for the rest of your life

"You freak out too?" "More often when I was younger." Jake clasped his hands together. "I've always hated loud noises, though that's faded a bit. Gran dragged me to the shooting range until I got a handle on it." Dave's brow furrowed. "Sounds like ssssome shitty exposure therapy." Jake only shrugged, his smile getting rueful. "It worked. She's always been an efficient sort. From what I've wringed out of Dirk, your father was a similar sort."

ch28: An Audience in the House of Xenon

"There is no backup for you, Jake," Jade told him. Which was something of a surprise to hear. He always imagined she had another stashed away just in case. He was not convinced he was the first one. Once, Rose had snippily asked if Jake had been grown in a vat for just this purpose, his purpose. He had smiled but had not laughed. "Que sera sera." He held the marble between two fingers. In it, the world was inverted.

I'm trying to figure out where to start here.

Paya made this terrible and amazing joke about KTOWL, basically how the Striders were from the puppy mill while Jake was a showdog, and it's such a good way to draw a contrast. The Striders were disposable little weregild-weights for their father to use. But Jake.... Jake was a project.

And Jake is hyper-aware of that. He knows he was engineered. Jade needed someone who could take over Abraxas and stand a chance against the High Table, and Jake had certain natural talents that fit the bill. But he was once just a kid living on his family's island (allegedly) before Jade picked him for the task.

The result was someone who was so devoted to the concept of Abraxas, he has neon in his skin, who is spoken of as synonymous with the outfit, and who well-embodies a monstrous avatar.

Dirk fucking hates his father for everything he did to his kids. Jake talks pretty openly about his grandmother's work, and often admiringly... but not the admiring of a grandson to a parent, but one engineer to another. He knows what was done to create him was... not good, but the resentment and ire is gone from him, the only remnant lingering is the fact that Jake doesn't go to Jade, she goes to him, and when he's able to, he goes and hides from Jade.

If you are going to create someone like Jake, one of the most important things is to ensure they won't turn on you. And Jake will never turn on his grandmother and even does well playing* the doting grandson, seeking her direction.

*Is it playing? Is it performance? Hm.

Jake is someone who sees the potential around him. He knows he can guide Karkat into doing 'good', he sees in Dirk a core that he wants to unearth and rebuild. He even knows that Dave would be a soft power king if he was on the board. But Jake isn't going to try and engineer Dave into anything. He'd much rather fawn over him and keep him well-fucking-away from the actual things Abraxas does.

So here is a thought to consider with Jake. With all this tacit evidence that something horrible was done to him to make him into Abraxas, does he hate his grandmother? Better question: does Jake have the capacity to hate her?

Nope.

I've talked a lot about how Jake sees in Dirk something far underneath his surface, his heart and soul subsumed under layers on concrete, and Jake wants very much to excavate Dirk and to help him become himself again. He pokes and prod Dirk, challenges him, annoys the fuck out of him, all to get that rise, to dust off the silt and rocks, to unearth who the fuck Dirk is under it all.

But with Jake, there is nothing to excavate. If you dig down, you will not find the original Jake English, the teenager on the island that Jade picked out. He is alchemized. Instead, Jake is just a performer. Rose points this out angrily to him, asking why he conceals his intelligence, and Jake treats it (everything) like a game.

Jake is not a good guy, but he cares about specific people. He loves Rose, and sees that she needs someone to be her irritating brother, so he provides that with great enjoyment. With Dirk in his hands, he'll do the same, and to a more subtle degree, he'll guide Karkat.

He would not visit the same fate he endured on someone else.

But also, it cannot be forgotten: Jake's sense of morality is basically non-existent. He thinks in rules, in fair play, in moves. He has internal logic he follows.

.... Does any of this make sense? Jake is the hardest to talk about, I think, because I feel it all emotionally more than anything. He's a charming neon avatar who wants to have it all and is worryingly good at getting it. He is incapable of being upset about being made into a monster, but curiously does not want to inflict the same on anyone else. Isn't that interesting.

If you can't feel anger for what's been done to you, how do you get revenge?

Probably collect a lot of lovely birds and a handsome dancer, and give them what they need, as determined by your nigh-psychic understanding of people.

Anyway. That's Jake. My beloved horny freak, my darling teetotal pharmacist, my maverick showboating flash bastard. /jazzhands

[theweirdhybrid]

THANK YOU!!! Finally someone said it. I do try and respect Tripitaka but honestly it's mostly out of respect for Chinese culture. The other part of me wants to shake him like a ragdoll and yell a bit BECAUSE YOU TORTURED YOUR FRIEND REPEATEDLY AND MOST OF THE TIME IT WAS FOR NO GOOD REASON????

Like I understand a lil at the start since from The monk's perspective he just met a 'scary demon' that's all over the place and he didn't know Monkey King but like hhhhhhh later on when they actually know and care about each other it makes me really mad

Yes!! Yes, this is exactly why I’m uncomfortable with Tripitaka! I do have an immense amount of respect for him and the Journey To The West novel, but I also have to put some boundaries regarding my own morals. JTTW is essentially one big “Join my religion because it’s the superior religion” book and it shows in quite a few parts, but it also acknowledges the fact not everyone wants to join that religion and that the other religions are just as real as the one they want you to join (but they do it in a backhanded sorta way). A few things in the book that made me uncomfortable was actions such as physically punishing someone for a mistake with “a few hundred lashes” and it being called ‘merciful’. Tripitaka ceasing the torture on Monkey the first time is described as a merciful and or compassionate action, even though he let it happen for several minutes. Buddha deciding that while Monkey was trapped under the mountain he’d be fed iron pellets and molten copper was described as an act of mercy. These kinds of descriptions made me uncomfortable, because I could never imagine physical abuse as an acceptable way to discipline anyone in even the most extreme circumstances. I get it was really the only way to keep Monkey under control, but the fact Tripitaka punishes him first and then starts demanding answers is just 😬 and there was like, no apology for the torture, ever. (I also admit I could be remembering things wrong, but in my defense I am very tired rn and JTTW is such a long novel that tiny details like that are easily missable and or forgettable)

But, despite this, I still respect and admire JTTW. The characterization is some of the best I’ve ever seen, and the growth of Monkey is incredibly inspiring. JTTW is an important part of Chinese culture, and I have a great deal if respect for it because of that, but I know for a fact a good portion of the people who read it were made uncomfortable by how easily Tripitaka put Monkey through what was essentially a simulation of feeling his head explode over the smallest things. The entire encounter with the White Bone Demon comes to mind, where Monkey was in the right and would’ve been believed had Pigsy not opened his big mouth. That part, particularly, makes me upset because of my own history of being wrongly punished because someone else was believed over me. It also irks me how Monkey actually came back to Tripitaka willingly (on multiple occasions) and still got punished for it. Like, that’s not helping, that’s just traumatizing him!! If he’s getting punished for doing the right thing how the hell does anyone expect him to not be traumatized by that??? Like. Bruh. Seriously. How about instead of immediately punishing him once Monkey comes back of his own free will, you thank him and give him a pat on the head or something instead of making him experience his head exploding and imploding at the same time??? No wonder Monkey was grumpy a good part of the Journey, I’d be grumpy too man.

(Also, note, a good portion of JTTW wouldn’t have happened if someone had just taken the time to sit Monkey down and tell him the rules that even the Jade Emperor and Buddha himself have to follow. Like honestly, I get the fact they’re terrified of him, but did no one think to tell him he can’t eat the peaches from the trees because they’re harvested specifically for a really important banquet? Or at least tell him not to eat all of them and leave enough for the banquet? And if they’d invited him to it in the first place he wouldn’t have trashed it, hell he might’ve even decided he didn’t want to go. But alas, the gods resort to violence every single time. No communication ever gets done. But that’s just my own opinion on it, I still enjoyed the book regardless.)

[glowwormsmith]

OCs as horror tropes

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Sayuri Kishido

the werewolf (ironic, lol)

there's something inside a werewolf that's sharp, thorns and barbs coiling up in tight knots of vine even on their best days. halfway through a conversation, you'll forget your happiness and the pain comes back in a flash. you never meant to, but the sharpness has done harm on your behalf. it's defensive. it's leftover artillery from a battle you spent so long fighting that it still doesn't feel like it's truly over, does it? you want so badly to be soft. to take the hand that you are offered instead of baring your teeth. and it might be hard to believe, but you are soft. you're the softest one out there. it'll just take a while to untangle those vines enough to know that very little is often life-or-death, and not everything touches to hurt.

Kotone Starling

the final girl

the final girl comes out the other end of trauma alive- or, they were supposed to. honestly, you're not so sure you're really alive anymore. you saw the same hurt take those you were closest to while everyone paraded your bruises as bravery, as strength, as if you're the hero. and it hurts. you're tired and you don't want to have to be brave anymore. whatever you went through, it changed so much of who you were that you're still getting used to the person you see in the mirror. you didn't have a say in any of it, but you're here now, and that's gotta count for something. you'll make it count for something. but first, you need to let yourself find rest.

Bell Pearl

the harbinger

the harbingers have been through fire. you've got the scars to show for it. some people say harbingers are jaded- scary, even, to people who don't understand that the harbinger has seen the edge of the world and survived it. but being the harbinger means you're cursed to watch younger, brighter eyes fall for the same traps you did. trying to help isn't enough for you; you know what they're getting themselves into, and you want to protect them the way no one ever protected you, so why won't they just listen? it's frustrating. it's terrifying. no one should have to live through what you did, and i hope you know that you can't protect everyone but it's damn noble of you to try. it's not your job to save the world but i hope you know you've already made a difference to everyone who has taken your words to heart.

Tsukiko

the witch

people need to find blame wherever they can; it makes the bad things in their life feel just a touch more bearable. the witches are so often blamed for the curses others are under that no one even questions it anymore. you point to a supposed witch and everyone else prepares the stake, no matter their innocence. to be born and believed a witch is one of the worst curses of them all- you can have friends and family, but there's always a dread that someday, someone will point to you, and everyone you once trusted will throw you into the pyre. if you're here, reading this, you've probably been burned before. and i don't blame you for wanting to hide away, to really become the witch they all say you are, to curse them. but to be a witch is to brush your fingertips over the bark of a tree and watch it grow a touch stronger. keep that in mind.

[ryuichirou]

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Anonymous asked:

I know that we put a lot of emphasis on ignoring antis but sometimes there are days where I read one of their comments and get so disheartened and tired. I do try to report and block as many as I can but it's just really difficult to pull through when a majority of them are minors who are calling for us to drop dead or be assaulted or kill ourselves.

Anyway, I'm grateful for you and your art! It really brightens my day, especially when I'm going through it.

It could be tough sometimes, Anon, I get it. You’ve said it well – if anything, it’s tiring. Even if you know for a fact that it’s just some kid trying to hurt you because of their own issues, you (and none of us) shouldn’t be forced to tolerate it just because they didn’t figure their shit out yet. And they sound so deranged sometimes that it becomes obvious that they don’t really understand what they’re saying/implying and they don’t care.

Thank you so much for your support! I am happy it makes you feel better. We’ll do our best to keep posting as long as we’re having fun, and I hope you’ll keep having fun too <3

And don’t forget that whatever they do or say, it’s not really about you – it’s about them trying to earn favor with their lame-ass friends who do the same type of shit, because creating meaningful earnest connections is much more difficult than gathering an angry mob, as well as creating actual content that can make other people happy and helps you to express your love for the media.

Anonymous asked:

What do you think is the reason for the octatrio visiting the Scalding Sands, is it just a business trip? Or maybe Azul is organizing his wedding, and wants to share his happiness with his old friends by inviting them in person! I'm sure that this isn't also one last ditch effort to get Jamil to reconsider their "relationship" (Oh, but he looks so misty-eyed after hearing the news, is that maybe a tear they see?... Ah, wait... He's just yawning...)

Ohhh, of course Jamil wouldn’t be misty eyed over this loss, Idia basically took the bullet for him… Honestly, good riddance, these two deserve each other 😭 The line between the Mafia AU and the Marriage AU is a bit blurred, but I didn’t think it was the case with this particular sketch; THAT BEING SAID, Azul is absolutely going to invite Jamil (alright, Kalim too) in person. He just HAS to see Jamil’s face when he hears that Azul is getting married! (Jamil’s face: completely unimpressed…)

When I was sketching it, I was thinking that it was a business trip; whether he is a mafia man or just an enterpreneur, Azul always has a lot of business in the Scalding Sands. And if they’re there anyway, why not pay a visit to their dear former classmates? <3 Jade and Floyd are always excited for that lol Poor Jamil.

Anonymous asked:

i love your riddle smut (especially the stuff with trey it’s so good <3) but honestly i find any nsfw of riddle a bit funny bc i can imagine him thinking something as innocent as a kiss is how babies are made. take responsibility trey!

You heard them, Trey! Teach Riddle about the birds and bees! But in general I’m sure Trey feels very responsible and probably even guilty, Anon….

Thank you <3 I love drawing Riddle in smutty situation, he is my ultimate sheltered homeschooled kid at his first party lol I really like the contrast of his innocent easily embarrassed self and his deeply hidden desires.

Anonymous asked:

My sister thought Idia was Aoba, at first…

Gotta love them blue-haired twinks with funky boots and huge-ass jackets and headphones and 10 boyfriends one of which is an AI dog…

Anonymous asked:

I think 'Kalim Overblots' plots should take advantage of their surroundings more often. If Kalim is overblotting in Scarabia, there's no reason why the dorm can't turn into Octavinelle 2.0 thanks to Oasis Maker. Especially if the Octa Trio is involved.

Yeah, using the environment is a great way to make a scene way more engaging. I wonder if Kalim could drown his dorm completely by the time he’s all out of magic and filled with blot; it would be interesting to see underwater Scarabia… lots of space for the fishies to swim in…

Anonymous asked:

If Jamil has a best man/woman in his wedding, it would be Najma because while she is annoying to him at least it is better than any of his school mates. Floyd and Ace are too troublesome to take care of. Ruggie will only just busy with the food than being best man. Kalim, if he isn't who he wed, would feel much more troublesome to take care of and wouldn't care if Kalim wanted to be his best man.

I'm sure if Kalim wasn't wed to Jamil, he will be make him his best man. If not, I'm sure Silver, Cater, or Lilia will. Except Silver, I can picture Lilia and Cater fighting for position. Then again, there will be many weddings for Kalim and they took turns.

I can’t even add anything to that, Anon; I haven’t thought about this scenario at all, but everything that you’re saying makes sense. Honestly, this is just another reason for Jamil to never bother with getting married – the thole thing is going to be so fucking annoying lol but I’m all for Najma being a best woman.

I can also picture Kalim saying stuff like “ah don’t worry, I’ll make you my best man next time!”

Anonymous asked:

I have returned from the trenches of forgetting my password and then finding out I had no access to that email anymore. So now I come back bringing some foods for thought in what can be called a part 4 of my shenanigans.

Ruggie is the campus whore, don't know where the idea came from but I feel like he'd sell his body for some quick cash.

Rook x Idia has been inching its way into my brain, I feel like Rook would find him to be a straight up sexual conquest. Idia would be an unsuspecting deer in his eyes and I don't think Rook has much impulse control lmao

Random story time rabbit hole : Your ranking for their levels of whore inspired to give Divus a pretty bastard son because I feel like Divus wouldn't discriminate on gender in his teen age years. Which made me realize Divus is not dad material, and led me to this conclusion after a friend of mine mentioned it; he would probably sleep with his son on purpose or by mistake. If he's the one to raise the kid on the other hand, its more emotional incest. On that note, my pretty boy deserves justice against his daddy (not, he is used to it by now and probably can't function without it lol)

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Welcome back, 🐩 anon! I’m glad to see you again :)

Ruggie would definitely sell his body; I think the only reason he would stop is if he gets himself a deal with Leona and has to protect his exclusive rights and all lol Other than that, Ruggie doesn’t see this whole thing as anything other another business.

100% about the Rook/Idia thing, we love thinking about these two, god it’s such a pity I never finished our sketch with these two LOL but it’s exactly like you described: Idia is such a rare unsuspecting deer that’s so skittish and fearful and difficult to catch. At the same time, whenever they interact, if Rook manages to keep Idia around long enough for his initial scare to pass, he seems to know just the right stuff to say to Idia to keep him invested in a conversation. He’s working on it, he’s working on this deer~

Oh god, the Divus-the-dad scenario was the one I wasn’t expecting lol I’m not even sure which one is more cursed (=better); but I feel like Divus sleeping with his bastard son on accident is more plausable, at least at this point in his life. When he gets older, he might get into the emotional incest thing….

Divus and his emotional incest era…