#overblot idia

[forcebewitht]

Hey, since book 6 has been out in English for a while, could we possibly see an Overblot!Idia x reader? I really love the idea of him dramatically taking off the mask he has on to kiss the reader.

A Dance With Death (Overblot!Idia Shroud x MC!Reader)

(Artwork by: Trashochist on Deviantart, X (Twitter), and Instagram)

(Possible TW: Slight yandere implications, stalking, manipulation, branding)

…The time had finally come. All of the trials and tribulations that you had gone through. The pain and strife that had overtaken you in just a few short days. It had all led up to this. The kidnapping of your beloved companion, Grim. The destruction of the Ramshackle dorm. The kidnapping of those who had Overblotted that you had helped through their trauma and developed bonds with overtime. The kidnapping of even the Headmaster of Night Raven College himself. The entirety of these events had thrown Night Raven College into turmoil.

And that was just what excited Idia even more. He had been watching curiously since the very first moment you had arrived at the institution. I mean- a student that didn’t have any magic? Yet arrived within a coffin here to a school of magical students? It was unheard of- and just that alone excited him. This excitement only grew once the Overblots started. His family and organization, S.T.Y.X., had been all over the research of Overblotting for years. But now, after all of this time, someone so close to him (in the school, that is-) was at the forefront of a handful of Overblots? It was far too perfect of a chance to pass up with that new Ramshackle prefect. The plan was sprung, footage and data gathered. He knew that they were going to come for their beloved friends- they were just so cool like that. Literally a superhero in disguise, an underdog that soon had risen to be one of the top dogs within the school. There was a lot of promise with them- no. Not a promise. This was the work of the Fates themselves, he believed. The Fates themselves had led someone to him. Someone powerful. Someone strong. Someone capable of protection. Someone…that could get him back what he had lost all of those years ago.

There they were. Descending down to the depths of Hell that he himself had wrought. They looked horrible- worn for wear, really. To think, these oh so powerful figures from Pomefiore, Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, and Octavinelle, alongside the hero of the school themselves, would be bashed and broken already from mere secondary bosses? They wouldn’t stand a chance against this final boss. Idia grinned beneath the mask that he wore, his arms folding over themselves as the Blot around his figure billowed with every breath he took. He could feel the immeasurable power coursing through his veins- and the normally pessimistic male found himself growing rather cocky the more they walked forward. His golden gaze soon landed upon his hero- his knight in shining…well, uniform. He soon was speaking, his arms outstretched as the flames protruding from his figure began to blaze brighter- hotter.

“Bum bum buuummmm~! Our heroes have finally arrived to the final boss battle! But uh ohhhhhh~ looks like they didn’t level enough, now did they~?”

You found yourself gritting your teeth at Idia above. Already, Vil, Rook, and Epel were readying themselves at your side. The rest soon followed, the weapons they had gained during their prior fights with the Overblot Beasts being raised and ready to overwhelm Idia’s Blot. Idia began to cackle, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Uh ooohh~! Eheheheheheheeeee~! They found the special gear~! But that’s really not gonna do much, you guys! Totally on top of my game, y’know~? These HP and attack stats are through. The. ROOF!”

With his words, Idia’s Overblot Beast, Ortho, began to unleash a flurry of attacks upon you and your party, forcing all of them to scatter across the area. The Beast seemed to know precisely what to do- orders most likely given before this entire fiasco began. You began to find yourself being slowly but surely separated from everyone else thanks to the Beast’s targeted attacks. This separation was key- this was what Idia wanted. He watched as you eventually were cornered entirely, exactly where he wanted you. Once more, a grin spread out under his mask. You looked so cool and tough despite all of this neverending pressure, still shouting out commands for the others to work together to defend themselves, each other, or deflect the attacks his Beast was allowing itself to barrage them all with. He soared downwards until he was finally just before you. You had jumped back slightly upon noticing him approaching, but there truly was nothing that you could use at this time to defend yourself with. He leaned forward, his clawed hands now pressing themselves to either side of the wall beside your head.

“There you are~! The hero themselves~! The shining star of the hour- no, the entirety of Night Raven College~! This is our final stage, (Y/N)! Isn’t it thrilling~?”

“Idia, this is absolutely crazy! You are going to wind up killing us all with thi-”

A clawed finger pressed itself against your lips as he shifted, shushing you gently as he rolled his glowing amber eyes.

“Okay, listen- babe. (Y/N). Baby. Babycakes. Sweetheart. Sweetie pie. Wonder Student. I’m gonna stop you riiigghhtt there, actually- because I know. I know about the whole thing. But you’re gonna be my hero, you know~? You are going to save a life- just like you’ve been doing! So, it’s all good, ‘kay~?”

You began to attempt to protest, but you soon found yourself being swept into Idia’s arms and pulled about. The crazed Overblotted Idia now began to waltz with you despite all of the destruction around the both of you. He sighed blissfully, his eyes burning ablaze with a fiery passion- it was unnerving. He leaned forward once more, now beginning to hush into your ear through that glowing mask he wore.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment, (Y/N). The countless hours I have spent watching and studying your damn near every move…I know your exact schedule bit by bit, y’know, ehehehehee~ I mean, with you and your coolness, you never know when you’re gonna stop another Overblot, honestly. But that coolness that you have doesn’t matter down here- and y’know why~?”

Your eyes soon widened considerably as you felt Idia grab onto your arm. One of his clawed fingers now was set ablaze with a small, blue flame. His grip was tight- commanding in every sense of the word. The flame began to trace itself upon your flesh as he continued to speak- ignoring your cries and attempts to struggle away from him.

“I know everything about you. I have seen your struggles. Your pain. I mean, separated from your home, whatever friends and family you had before…and thrust into a world of magic without any magic yourself. You have been left in the cold by the Fates themselves to fend for yourself. You struggle simply to survive from day to day without any money here…you struggle to maintain your cool and calm composure and keep people like those Heartslabyul first years and the little guy in line…and you then have to deal with the rantings and ravings of spoiled brats like those that Overblotted and, despite wanting for it all to just end, have to buck yourself up instead and keep them from ending it all? It is just an endless cycle of pain, regret, and a loveless life that you have fallen into.”

The more Idia spoke and you felt that flame burning upon your arm, the more you found yourself getting lost into the swirling golden pools upon his sleek, pale, oddly handsome face that were his eyes. For the first time since you had arrived here…you actually genuinely felt seen. You felt heard. Oddly enough, from someone that you had truly rarely seen outside of his own room within the confines of the school itself. Your own gaze finally shifted down to your arm as his finger retracted. He had burned the insignia of his family’s company, S.T.Y.X., onto your flesh. He blew out the fire on his finger, now grinning once more wickedly beneath his mask as his clawed hands now seized you by the waist once more, pulling you into his deadly embrace.

“I know, I know. I know it hurts. All of that going on and absolutely nothing to ever truly be gained from it all…well, my Wonder Student…that’s gonna end for you right now. With what I just gave you…you are mine. And when you’re mine, you have a purpose. You will be protected, provided for. No longer shall you be within the confines of a cage and hidden away in the shadows- you shall be the bright and shining star in our tale- and properly get those monetary stats and all of that raised~!”

Idia’s hand whisked over his face- where that mask was nestled. The mask faded away, revealing his pearly white, razor sharp teeth. They glistened at you as it felt Death was grinning at you- which it essentially was. His royal blue lips curled upwards into a wicked grin as he tugged you even closer to himself, now leaning all of the way forward towards you.

“C’mon~”

He began to pull you with him once more, twisting and turning your body with himself. His clawed hands trailed up and down your figure within your shared dance of destruction, his thoughts split between what he would do with you now that you belonged to him…and that of his brother’s life that you soon would pull up from the depths of the Underworld for him. You all would be a family together- and that only seemed to excite him further as his motions grew swifter, yet sly. He soon had you dramatically dipped, and his lips captured yours in a warm, passionate kiss…thus beginning your true dance with death.

~End~

[yanmaresu]

Any chance you could continue this with an overblot Idia sketch

I've been wanting to continue the overblot povs for a while! It's just that I hadn't really read chapter six until now haha thanks for reminding me ( ´ ω ` )

Now, just to clear some confusion, this drawing can be considered like an alternate ending to the previous post.

[kierancaz]

HAVE ANY OF YALL SEEN THOSE SCARY ASS OVERBLOT FAN CONCEPTS ??? FROM THAT ONE FANBOOK ??? ARE THERE CONCEPTS FOR IDIA AND MALLEUS BC I NEED THEM

Literally they’re so creepy and I love them so much the artist really popped off but I can only find Riddle - Vil and not the last two 😭😭 ALSO THEIR CONCEPTS FOR THE STAFF WOOOOOO I am so obsessed with them they’re genuinely the greatest things ever and I want to just stare and study them for hours

[claranoctis]

Undressed the Overblot Idia a bit. Why? ...Why not?

[our-ideal-world]

https://twitter.com/shi_jila

pixiv -> https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/117694089

[f-smutt-fitzgerald]

TWST CH. 6 Incorrect Quote: La Chancla

***🦐[End of Chapter 6 spoilers... Sorta]🦐***

🦐Yuu: *yanking off their shoe and yelling over the intercom* God dammit Idia! When I get down there I’m gonna whoop your ass so hard!

💀Overblot Idia at the door to the Underworld: It seems that Yuu is on the way as well? Fufufu, what does that magicless noob hope to accomplish once they get here? This is going to be easy…

🦐Yuu: *bursting through the door with mighty chancla in hand* How many times do I have to teach you lil’ shits this lesson!?

💀Idia: *trying to run away* EEEP!

🦐Yuu: *grabbing Idia and whacking him across the face with their shoe* STOP *slap* TRYING *slap* TO *slap* END *slap* THE *slap* WORLD *slap* DAMMIT!

[Vil, Leona, Jamil, Azul, Riddle, Rook, and Epel in the doorway watching as Yuu beats the shit out of Idia.]

🍎Epel: *nervously eyeing the others* Should… Should we help…?

👑Vil: *staring with awe* It… It looks like Yuu’s got it covered…

🍎Epel: No, I meant… Should we help Idia…?

[Idia trying to crawl away and Yuu pulling him back in to throw him across the room.]

🦐Yuu: I’m tired of you mother fuckin’ wizards and your mother fuckin’ bullshit!

🦁Leona: *stepping back nervously along with the others* Probably best that we stay out of this one…

[breadcheese444]

Phantoms of NRC (A commissioned series)

A series focusing on my overblot OC Lily and the various other overblots. All images were commissions drawn by won.

Tea party for the fallen

Royalty of a ruined land

Poor unfortunate souls

The price of a wish

The fairest ones of all

Checkmate

Rulers of the Abyss

Something wicked this way comes

[cup1dt3a]

A deal you say?

summary: In a odd turn of events seemingly from how magicless you are you could possibly be their one way ticket out of this place. Do you still want to continue on travler their is no turning back after this point on?

“ So have you come to apologize or just come crying back to us once again?” the tyrants voice echoed in the eerie dark room.

All the multi glowing eyes peered down onto the three. Each one filled with a venomous stare or one of curiosity.

“ Let’s just get this over with. You’ve already ruined my nap so this better be good.” One of them yawned out with a growl.

“ Oh the humiliation! You’re all already drowning within guilt how will you redeem yourselves worthy of redemption?” Another cackled before anxiously biting their nails.

“ I think we should have just thrown them to the ends of the world by now for their failures!” Another hissed gleefully.

“ Oh keep your damn snakes in your pants you freak! I’m intrigued as to why they now have the courage to show their pathetic faces here.” Another seethed at the scummy snake. “ Let’s just hear them out I’d like to see why my dearest Epel is even back here.” He chuckled with a venomous tone of the purple headed man.

As they all chattered among themselves deciding whether or not to hear the group out one of the horned members only sat there in the darkened corner. Curious to see who’s glistening eyes they could see behind the creeped doors. For he paid no mind to the others endless bickering only staring back into the brave eyes that stared back into his. It’s such a shame this poor being won’t last a single day here. It’s even the first time someone has ever looked into his eyes without immediately looking away. Oh well all good things must go eventually. Meanwhile as you stared into the emerald eyes the two men behind you soon pulled you over to them. Causing you to make a small squeak as the green haired guard squeezed your arm. “Sebek lay off on the grip will you? We want them in perfect condition at least.” He growled making Sebek let go immediately with a nod before muttering a ‘ you’re lucky filthy mortal’.

The five of them had brought you here with obvious intentions. They all had an unspoken plan that had the hairs on your back standing. If only you hadn’t grabbed that forsaken hand in the first place. You were eventually brought out of your heads anxious overlapping throughs from a blood curdling hollar.

“ ENOUGH! Let’s settle this like reasonable people and whoever agrees to see what’s so redeeming of the idiots say ‘I’. The tyrant spoke through his teeth with a fake smile.

Four of the throned members said I as the majority had been ruled. The tyrant now eagerly told them to get on with whatever it was. You gulped as the two muscular men brought you to the middle of the room. As if you were on display for all to see. They all huddled in shushed whispers except for the horned man in the darkness. For he only smiled at you with a smirk in his eyes as he softly gazed upon you. “ My king and liege’s I present a mere mortal that his no magic nor any blot on them!” Sebek announced quickly bowing at their presences. “ Well who are you? State your business here! Go on we don’t have all day!” The tyrant spoke up. “ I…uh _______ ______…I um have no business here.” You shrugged horsely from your dry throat. They all just glared at you with curiosity? Or plotting ways to kill you perhaps as the deadly silence dripped in the atmosphere like poison. But the dark figures emerald eyes looked at you almost adoringly. He just sat in the shadows unbothered by the others. One of them had finally come up out of their thrones. “ Huh well _______ you’re quite a rarity here. Due to our hideous cursed blot we’re all stuck like this for eternity.” the blond said coming over to you tilting up your chin “ but you could perhaps be out ticket out of this place.~” he purred as he analyzed your features. ” That is if you cooperate with us.” A lion eared man added on with a smirk. ” Fufufu~! Finally freedom from this hell hole~ How about we make a contracted deal my dear.” A half human and half octopus said to you. “ Ugh! It’s exactly like you peasants to just swarm some other normie!” The robotic man groaned rolling his eyes. ” Oh hush wouldn’t you be excited for the chance of freedom and vengeance!?” The snake haired man raised an eye browl to the robotic man. As they continued to swarm you a sudden unknown voice range out from the shadows. “ I think you’ve all hogged the Child of Man enough. For it would be rude to not formally introduce ourselves now wouldn’t it?

Hope you all enjoyed the second part to this and are having an amazing day/ hope your day gets better

Sincerely- Cup1dT3a <3

@simping-on-the-daily

[it-happened-one-fic]

Ink and Magic-The Watchman of the Underworld

Author Notes: Part 6 of this sort of halfway non canon compliant what if with the overblots and their aftermath! A lot of what I said for part 1 counts for this section too. This isn't exactly romantic. in fact, I would say it counts as more platonic, but it certainly can be taken as shippy. This will also be a series, though the Diasomnia section won't come out until that entire matter is resolved in game. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for Book 6: The Watchman of the Underworld!

[Heartslabyul] [Savanaclaw] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia] [Pomefiore] [Ignihyde: You're Here] [Diasomnia: To be released]

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fic series/ Can be platonic or romantic/ fluff/ angst/ comfort/ Spoilers for Ignihyde overblot.

TW: Character death mentioned.

Word count: 1504

Vil was barely able to haul Idia and Grim up and to safety with me, Rook, and Epel, all surging forward at once to help the now-aged model as soon as we could.

 Rook managed to catch Vil as the Pomefiore housewarden stumbled, all but crumpling to his knees before Rook grasped him. Grim fell from Vil’s arms, with Epel catching him desperately. 

I reached out, wrapping my arms around Idia’s prone body, which all but fell onto me and pushed me down and toward the ground under the weight of his limp body. His armor was already fading away, though, and turning back into the dark Styx robes.

Idia himself was still out cold, but he curled almost instinctively around me, with his hands knotting themselves in the long sleeves of my robes. Smearing the dark ink that still clung to his hands in a gruesome reminder of his overblot all over the once pristine Pomefiore robes.

I strained to look around his lanky form and at Vil and Grim, but I felt myself going oddly numb as the others looked over at me. Epel’s eyes widened with alarm as the world started to blur, and I felt myself buckling under the weight of both Idia and the exhaustion that swept over me. 

“Oh no! Rook, look! They’re-!” Epel’s panicked cry was one of the last things I heard before I succumbed to the darkness without hardly any fight. All other sounds faded away until there was only silence.

But the silence was almost welcome after everything that had just occurred. I found myself glancing around the empty space nonetheless, though. Waiting for the film of Idia’s life to start, just like I knew it would.

But before there was any brilliant flash of light, I heard Idia’s solemn, quiet voice from right next to me.

By now, I knew better than to search for him; I wouldn’t be able to see him anyway. I never could find those who shared this dark world with me.

So instead, I just listened to his morose narration that came from somewhere within the darkness, “My life has been set in stone even before I was born. ‘The Island of Woe’s Gatekeeper.’ That was the path laid out for me.”

A scene flickered to life, briefly blinding me as people from Idia’s past began to talk excitedly. Slowly unraveling the mystery of what exactly had led up to Idia overblotting.

“Young Idia is truly exceptional. He excels in both magic and his studies. He’s even impressed experts with his technomatic engineering work. That boy’s a bona-fide genius.”

“It’s true. Styx’s future is in good hands.”

A bona-fide genius… Yet another weight description for someone as young as Idia seemed to be in this scene from his past.

I found myself frowning already, but it was beyond clear even without Idia’s somber, apathetic words that no one even bothered to wonder what this young genius might want to do for himself.

No one… except for maybe one.

I found myself smiling at the sight of a young Idia and another boy, the original Ortho, playing games alongside each other. It was obvious the two had been beyond close, even from just this tiny tidbit of their lives together.

The perfect image of two little boys who were each other’s favorite playmates.

It was also obvious that, even at this young age, Idia already thought highly of himself. A side effect of being a so-called ‘bona-fide genius’ I suspected.

It was jarring, though, to realize that I'd never really seen Idia smile with such genuine, innocent joy. 

I frowned slightly though as, snickering mischievously, the two boys began to sneak out as Idia’s narrated ominously. His words putting me on edge as I listened to him, “It was just childish curiosity. We wanted to go on an adventure. I didn’t think of the consequences. I didn’t know what would happen.”

My hands were soon flying to my mouth in helpless horror as everything played out in front of me. The security went down and monsters broke loose, immediately finding the two young boys. And then….

Idia didn’t have to say anything. Ortho’s panicked little voice, followed by the inhuman growl of the monster and then jarring darkness as the scene went out like a candle in a gust of wind said everything.

But he spoke anyway. His voice hollow with numbness as I slowly pulled my hands from my mouth, “I didn’t remember much after that. Ortho was already gone when I woke up.”

At first, I watched in silent, almost stunned horror as the researchers discussed what happened.

“Unbelievable… A 10-year old managed to hack into the world's most reinforced security system…”

“He was too smart for his own good. His intellect brought such tragedy about…”

“The escaped Phantom was apparently sent to the Underworld.”

“Sadly, the inevitability of the event can’t erase the tragic truth…”

 The scene shifted back to young Idia, and I felt tears start to well up in my eyes as he begged for someone to give him back his little brother. All but screaming in a raw voice that was perfectly at odds with the numb, quiet tone the Idia I knew usually spoke in.

“Give him back…. Give Ortho back to me… I want him all back… His body, his personality, his memories…. GIVE HIM BACK!!”

I felt myself going still, my eyes widening as the thoughts of the young boy played out before me, though. Almost like they were predicting the future that I’d already known would come.

…I know. If they won’t give him back, I can just make a new one….

The next thing I saw was an adolescent version of Idia introducing his creation. The new Ortho. 

This one was more stilted than the one I got to know, as it spoke in an undeniably robotic, monotone voice and recommended rest as the adolescent Idia broke down in tears.

A part of me wanted to reassure him. Tell him how much further he’d come and how the Ortho I knew couldn’t just be written of a robot. Not when he was so real.

But I knew it wouldn’t help. Not only could I not speak to him, it was obvious that he already knew perfectly well that no matter how groundbreaking this Ortho was, it couldn’t change the past.

His brother had died.

Slowly but surely, everything began to fade back into a darkness that, now, after having seen all of that, felt comforting. 

Soon the only thing present in this abyss was Idia’s voice. Lamenting his past choices with an apathy that practically had me wincing. 

Had he been this unenthused about everything… about his very life, ever since the tragedy of his youth? The only sign of emotion, of the pain that I now knew rested deep beneath it all in his memories and guilt, was the way his voice faltered and he corrected himself.

“How did things end up this way? I just … We just… We just wanted to be like everyone else.”

Even now, he was bearing far more than what he himself wanted. He also bore Ortho’s wishes with him, never forgetting his brother’s dreams, just as he never ceased in blaming himself for his brother’s untimely death.

I still couldn’t agree with his choices, but I did understand them now. I had no doubts that everything me and everyone else had just gone through was rooted in the wish to give his brother another chance to realize his own dream.

I opened my eyes slowly, finding that I was still lying on my back from where I’d fallen. Idia was stretched out with his head resting on my stomach. His arms curled around my waist, tight enough that I doubted I could pull myself free.

He was still past out, murmuring Ortho’s name in a pained tone that had me swallowing thickly. After everything I’d seen, I understood why Idia was the way he was.

He’d gone through a tragedy, and apparently those around him had failed him. They’d let him lock himself up as he poured all his efforts and genius into recreating Ortho, even though deep down he knew he could never correct his past mistake.

I looked over to see the Pomefiore trio resting, my eyes slowly meeting Vil’s. And even despite his appearance, those amethyst of his were the same as ever.

And my heart broke a little as he smiled at my wearily before speaking in a voice that was raspy with old age that should not be, “I see you’re back.”

Rook and Epel both looked up wide-eyed as soon as he spoke. Both of them smiling in relief and standing as soon as they saw me looking at them.

I smiled slightly as I did my best not to cry simply for Vil’s sake.

But at odds with my emotions, Vil merely looked down at Idia with characteristic distaste, “Now to wake this one….”

[simping-on-the-daily]

In honor of Chapter 6 being available to the English community

[bloodiegawz]

idia overblot things

[liviavanrouge]

DogDay AU: You're enough

"At the foot of our bed, we found an envelope"

Overblot Boys: *Laughing, floating in place*

DogDay: *Steps forward, stopping in front of them and holds his hand out*

"You're enough"

DogDay: *Sits on his knees, his arms wrapped around Riddle*

Riddle: *Wails as he cried, clinging to DogDay, tears falling down his cheeks*

DogDay: *Pats Riddle's back, gently rocking from side to side*

Riddle: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!

DogDay: It's alright... you're gonna be okay..

"You're enough"

DogDay: *Sits on his knees, patting Leona's back*

Leona: *Silently clings to DogDay, his eyes closed*

DogDay: It's gonna be alright now

Leona: *Relaxes, letting DogDay hug him tighter*

DogDay: It's okay...you're forgiven...

"You're enough"

Azul: *Wails, Verti hugging him tight*

DogDay: *Sits on his knees, pulling the two boys into a tight hug*

Floyd: *Smiles* Ah, the crybaby popped out

DogDay: Everything is alright know

Azul: *Buries his face into DogDay's shoulder*

DogDay: Don't worry....I'm here

"These little words, somehow they're changing us"

DogDay: *Smiles, Riddle, Leona and Azul fixing his legs*

Leona: I'm not very good...

DogDay: It still helps me, thank you

Riddle: *Nods, focusing on stitching the fabric together*

Azul: Done with mines!

DogDay: *Chuckles*

"Let it go"

DogDay: *Silently hugs Jamil*

Jamil: *Sits still, DogDay patting his back* I'm not a child...

DogDay: You still need comfort

Kalim: He's right, Jamil...

Jamil: *Stares downwards then raises his hands, clinging to DogDay*

DogDay: Everyone needs comfort, no matter how old they are

"Let it go"

DogDay: *Walks forward*

Vil: *Shakes Golden* GOLDY!!! WAKE UP!

Golden: *Opens his eyes*

Vil: *Hugs Golden* Goldy...

DogDay: *Wraps his arms around them, hugging the two*

Golden: Sorry....

DogDay: It's alright....

"You are enough."

DogDay: *Hauls Vil, Golden and Idia up*

Ogre: *Kneels down, their arm burned from Idia's attacks*

DogDay: *Hugs Idia*

Golden: I got Vil

DogDay: *Nods and stands up, gently carrying Idia*

"So we let our shadows-"

DogDay: *Stares down at Malleus*

Malleus: I...apologize...

DogDay: *Steps forward, and hugs the prince*

Malleus: *Perks up surprised*

DogDay: It's okay...

Malleus: *Looks down silently*

DogDay: *Slowly sits down on his knees, Maeus sitting beside him* It's okay...

"-fall away like dust"

Malleus: *Carefully floats the needle around, helping fix DogDay's bottom half*

Vil: Careful with him!!

Jamil: I am...

Idia: *Carefully scans DogDay's body, making sure there were no other problems*

DogDay: *Smiles slightly then perks up as Livia walked past*

DogDay: ...the last one...

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress

[luthienla]

[kawaiikaychu]

美しくない

[illidesence]

Overblot Forms

Why did Disney make the Overblot forms so pretty? All of them would be having a mental breakdown and we would just say “OMG SLAY QUEEN”

[sam-a]

The most beautiful overblots I’ve ever set my eyes on 😍