#ob!count

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

(✨figured I would drop an ask in the inbox this time and start a new thread if that's alright??)

When Yuna finally awoke in the infirmary, her first thought was 'panic'. After all, she had been in Ramshackle before, hadn't she? How did she wind up here?

She sat up, a bit too quickly, and after the sudden rush to her head, she began to look around in confusion.

"What... What happened? How the hell did I get here?"

She took a deep breath to try and take account of her surroundings. Many plants... That was normal, to be expected of the students who typically managed the infirmary.

She noted the odd coloration of her skin, as well. It seemed to have significantly died down, but it also answered at least one of her questions.

"Hello? Is there anyone around who might be able to give me a rundown or... Something?"

(-🦐Yuna, @night-raven-miscellany)

(Ooc// this works!! No worries)

*the crocus on the bedside table hops over to Yuna, checking to make sure the IV is still in place and the monitors are fine*

(It's okay! You were brought here, try to take it easy)

*hearing Yuna call out, Vern pauses his paperwork and hurries over. Seeing her awake, he gives her a relieved smile*

Hello~ I'm um.. glad to see you're umm.. awake. I don't believe we've been um... properly introduced, you may call me Vern.

I was umm.. concerned you'd be out longer... please don't be too alarmed, but um.. you overblotted.. how much do you recall? It's okay if it's not a lot

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

*Pam stares out the window at the tower*

(Joy... okay, crocuses!!! You know the drill!!! Prep the suite, get the IVs ready, and don't forget the monitors!)

(YES PAM!!)

*Pam grows in size to start mixing some potions*

(It's going to be an interesting day..)

The Battle Begins

The campus grows foggy, like a smokescreen at the intro of a concert. In the sky at the center of campus, a figure can be seen flying around. The buildings and furniture begin to warp and distort, some of which turning into…props? For some sort of video game?

No people are hurt, however, as if the glitching is purposefully avoiding harming anyone.

Suddenly, a booming voice can be heard over the loudspeakers. 

“Welcome, one and all, to your new game! My name is Shiyuu, and I’ll be your host for this amazing adventure!”

The smoke clears, revealing Shiyuu above the school building. A tower is being rapidly constructed at the edge of campus, the surrounding area beginning to look like a final boss level.

“Each one of you will be fighting against monsters designed to stop you on your way to your ultimate quest, defeating the final boss! Defeating the final boss will put an end to this game, but watch out! The tower is heavily guarded! It’s up to YOU to save the campus! Good luck!”

After making his announcement, Shiyuu disappears in a poof of confetti.

Good luck, students.

@diasomnias-flower @hello-from-nrc-infirmary

@your-favorite-journalist @krisling-crossroads-mod

@inotonline @night-raven-miscellany

@ramshackle-thorned-rose @official-nrc-prophet

@cryo-and-condescension @flying-bat-magic

@nrcbookclub

and whoever else :3

OB Shiyuu:

[3lliesan]

"Yandere x reader twst characters!" "Yandere first years!"

No, I just want a twst au where the first years decide to test how far they can go with insanity with how many horrors they deal with in one school year. Yuu included.

Yuu should act like the leader they were meant to be instead of being just a background piece.

Ace may not have a UM of his own and constantly gets underestimated, but knows how to put his wits and misdirection to good use.

Deuce may be slow when it comes to learning new things and is trying his best to be an honor student to make his mom proud... But he now knows that an honor student doesn't have some other qualities of his and that it can help him in more ways than one.

Jack may be a person who follows his principles well, but maybe, a little bit of personal justice wouldn't hurt. Especially when it comes to his pack.

Epel isn't going back to his old days, he swears! Even if it is tempting sometimes. But ever since he finally started to understand what Vil meant after that conversation with Deuce from VDC, as well as some tips from Yuu... Playing the "poison apple" is quite satisfying once he got used to self-restraint.

Ortho might act optimistic and innocent most of the time because his personality was set to be that of a child, but he's also... very overprotective of those he considers family. He's constantly learning more about the world around him, which also extends to the people he surrounds himself with! So, he shouldn't have much of a problem with... terminating threats to those he cares about. The line between right and wrong is blurry in NRC, after all!

Of course, there's nothing like murder or anything like that!... But the psychological damage/reputation/injuries are enough to scar anyone who goes far enough to do anything funny is quite... unfortunate.

The best-case scenario is when you get spooked enough as a warning! But I don't recommend trying again though. :D

You don't want to be one of the people who are foolish enough to do the same despite having a clear mind, unlike those who Overblotted, do you?

I may or may have not randomly written this after remembering the english lyrics to this song exist.

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

Everything seems to have calmed down from the recent overblot, but Coven is still refusing to leave the lower levels. I had to evacuate a first year- I'd really appreciate some assistance, I'm not sure if these ink fumes are dangerous or not.

We're in the main level, away from the 'cavern' if you can meet us there.

@aurora-retainer-silver

I'm on my way, I will be there momentarily.. is the first year alright? Have they been exposed to the ink? They need it off, if they have.

Im not sure how um... much assistance i will be...

[legobiwan]

I AM UNWELL

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

*Vern stiffens, noticing ice creeping across the floor of the infirmary from under the door. A crocus scurries in, frantic about an overblot occurring. Okay, he's a bit useless against ice but...*

Pam... get things in order here... I'll um... go investigate..

(Whatever you say!)

*apprehensive is a bit modest, in this case, yet Vern follows the ice and the cold. It's definitely against his better judgement. He can hear others fighting, the second hint that he's close. The first being the biting cold of the air.*

*he pauses at a distance, letting others do battle. It's too cold for him to focus properly, yet casts to grow a plant to sit on. Occasionally, he deflects a stray spell. Vern waits patiently the phantom to be taken down before approaching*

For the past weeks, he's been subjected to interviews and rumors, no longer was he able to enjoy a peaceful day without being asked about his gloves or his scar, or worse: his relationships with certain people.

He was tired. So, so, tired.

Janus was simply in the Headmage's office, reporting yet another case of not being able to have a peaceful moment. Crowley was dismissive, barely paying any heed to his distressed student when he felt it, a sharp pain in his face. Blood poured from his scar as ice broke from his skin and covered his cheek, neck, and arm.

He screamed, loud enough to be heard from all over the school. Janus collapsed and held his head as darkness consumed him. In place of the beautiful boy was a creature with ice protruding from many body parts.

Ice spread across the floor under him, reaching rapidly to the walls and the other floors. Crowley was the first to be frozen, then the students near the Headmage's office.

The Overblotted form quickly fled, ice spreading wherever he ran. A white dress stained with black trailed behind him, a diadem made of black ice crowned his lengthened white hair.

The first people targeted in the school were the ones who tended to spread his rumors, freezing them in a casing of ice. He created a scepter and made a giant leopard created from frost and icy winds as the phantom hovering behind him whispered promises of power to ensure he could effectively rest.

Alarm quickly spread through the school of an Overblot, if the ice that chased students and froze anyone who got too close to it was any indication.

( @monomia-the-cursed , @rookonthehunt , @nrc-blindprophet , @nine-lives-lynx , @inotonline , others not tagged are free to join too!)

[moonsidesong]

genuinely what is with object show characters and left eye injuries. what's up with that. why's it always the left one

[ino]

i love infinity nikki but as someone who is a diehard completionist.... gacha games are painful for me because i can't realistically have every item without yknow. spending infinity real money

get it... infinity nikki... infinity money.... hahaha.... WAIT a MINUTE.

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

*how many hours has it been? Or.. has it been days...? At this point, Vern can't remember. His eyes ache a bit from concentrating on stitching Coven back together. Vern is out of tears by now, his eyes puffy and bloodshot*

*his voice is scratchy from murmuring the same song on repeat. It's an enchantment, really, one that sounds like wind softly rustling leaves. It gently shifts occasionally to be a seemingly calm river*

*the only time he pauses is to tie off the string and check his own fingers when there's a tiny dot of red on his bandages. His own heart nearly stops whenever the monitors start to alarm. Vern frantically sets about swapping IVs and trying to stabilize Coven's magic*

*how many days has it been? Half of his hair has gone gray and his hands are shaking, not that he can feel the ache. It is getting difficult to hold the needle and thread. He hopes it works. It has to. Every stitch has to count*

*Pam occasionally checks in, but can't seem to catch Vern's attention. Even the crocuses begin to move cautiously around, keeping careful attention to the sprite's movements*

(Did.. he eat this time?)

(No... he hasn't even touched the water..)

(..........I'll..... I'll call Silver........)

[…it’s been dark for a while now. Coven still can’t feel anything, and everything feels so.. distant.]

[they’d expect to be awake by now. Usually they don’t black out for long- but.. they’re aware now. Just- unable to move or feel much.]

[..right. Overblots constrict magic. They must be asleep. Is it just up to time now?]

…

[everything seems to have ended; the chaos, at the least has come to a close. While coven isn’t exactly ‘put together’ yet, the blot is beginning to fade with time- even if their light is struggling to flicker.]

[Open starter for monologging, or interacts abt situation via Silver]

[distant-velleity]

vanishing act

You aren't supposed to be here.

A/N: Wrote this second-person POV "drabble" for the Ramshackle Isn't On Fire (Yet) server because I wanted to make them cry <3 Now it's here. This is not an x reader thing, this is from the perspective of my Yuusona, Yuhua/Yu (and features changes to canon based on his own actions), but maybe if you relate enough it could be about you...? Who knows. Enjoy it anyway, if you want~

~

The masquerade is, in basically every aspect, a success.

Students dance and smile at each other from beneath their masks, no matter what school they hail from. The music ranges from joyous and lively, to dramatic and passionate. Everyone is bathed in the brilliant lights, like the shining stars they are.

Everyone except you. 

You fidget with your sleeves, your mask, anything that feels vaguely uncomfortable. You watch the students, wanting to join in on the excitement despite knowing you can’t and you’re not good enough to.

You’re always like this, fading into the background. You don’t have what it takes to stay on stage for a long time. You shine bright for a short while, and then your moment is over, and you’re back to hiding in the half-light of the wings. Like you never even happened.

Why?

Because you’re a coward who always gets ahead of himself. You’re a fool who keeps biting off more than he can chew. 

You didn’t have to leave Trein in the more capable hands of the vice president and aide. You didn’t have to let go of every acquaintance while insisting they stay safe. You didn’t have to scale that bell tower with the housewardens, offering them support against the blazing flowers. You didn’t have to put yourself in danger, up above the city where even a stray shot of magic could spell your doom.

Rollo was right. You really had no stake in this at all, as a magicless person. You could have taken up his offer, you could have helped him, or you could have just done nothing at all.

Yeah. You didn’t have to do anything. It sure seems like you didn’t do anything. And now that it’s over, no one has to do anything for you. You can go back to being a nobody, a shadow on the windows who disappears with just a few “No, thank you”s and “I’ll pass”es. 

The thought of it leaves a bitter aftertaste in your mouth. 

All of a sudden, it feels like you shouldn’t be here. The lights are too bright, and the music too loud. Your skin crawls under the layers of expensive fabric with the feeling that something is wrong about your presence.

Maybe if I just vanished…

You don’t finish that thought. You don’t want to. Because you know where it will go.

You should leave. You need to leave.

You slip out of the ballroom, and shut down the part of you that hopes someone will notice.

~

writing taglist (ask to be added): @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @casp1an-sea @elenauaurs (i actually don't know who wants to be tagged here......)

[clegfly]

If drawing characters with one raised one lowered eyebrow and a smirk was illegal MAN id be so cooked

[freefallen-snx]

i s2g they have put like cayenne pepper in the pollen or something this year because hooWEE that shit is SPICY. was outside for maybe 10 minutes and literally got me looking like

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

Drops off Riddle at your doorstep, he had healed burn scars on his hands, and a partially healed wound from a pointed object in his chest, and he was still in blot form, and crying, a lot happened

@tea-pot-tyrant

(Hello? Oh. Uh... let's get you on a bed and here's some tissues)

*the crocuses run over and put some magic restrictors on Riddle*

[squishescommishes]

hello!! i sent this to your other blog but I think you may be more active here so please excuse me -- i saw that your commissions are open and I was wondering how comfortable you are drawing horses? i wouldn't want to push you out of your comfort zone 🫶🫶

Hi! Thank you for the inquiry! i had seen your other ask but I don't like to respond to work related things outside of work hours and also this is the correct blog to send work inquiries to, so thank you for the second ask here!! i would not call myself a master of drawing horses but I don't mind drawing them! I would not be outside of my comfort zone to draw them in any way 83

[orphiicheartd]

Honestly I will NEVER get over how fucken PERFECT Rook as a partner for Vil is like BR U H

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

*the crocuses quickly busy themselves with trying to clean the blot stains off of him to disinfect his wounds. A couple poke at the sword curiously*

(Okay, I'll keep the questions simple... on a scale of 1 to 10... how much does... that sword hurt?)

*Pam tilts their head at the sword. They jump as a nearby crystal flashes. Vern is adjusting his gloves when the light fades. Seeing Silver and the sword, he starts examining it*

Hello, oh umm... Silver.... that looks painful...

*the crocuses are frantically running around the infirmary in an organized chaos. A rotating light over the door cycles between green, red, and blue. Pam taps their roots impatiently, but perks up when the door opens.*

(Oh, hey Silver! So it was you this time...)

*Pam looks him over carefully, nodding to themself. They tap a few keys on the computer and hit send*

(Right, we have things set up. Please have a seat over there and we can check you over. Your family can stay as long as they let us work. Vern should be on his way shortly, too...)

@hello-from-nrc-infirmary

ooc// hello!

[Silver makes his way into the infirmary, thankfully seeming more lucid by the time he’s brought there. Just kind of half-consciously nodding in response to the directions before practically slumping in a chair. Is that a sword in his arm..?]

Helluuuu!!//