#overblot mc

[oepionie]

—"GOTTA ESCAPE THE VOID." overblot mc!

SYNOPSIS: The Ramshackle prefect has a reputation for frequently encountering fatal magical mishaps. And when a magical accident involving Crowley almost kills them, Crewel resolves to take matters into his own hands. But it appears that his impulsive decisions cause the prefect to reach their limit and go off the rails.

⊹ [ cw ] — heavy warnings, please read before you proceed. arguments with father, self-depricating thoughts, mentions of blood, protective parent, thoughts of offing self (only once), overblot mc!, miscommunication w friends, crying, physical fights ◞

⊹ [ tags ] — angst! gender neutral reader, crewel really embodies the 'cruel' in 'cruella', ace gets mad at you :(, deuce tries to comfort you through it all, crowley feels guilt (wow), crewel is vry vry angry and punches crowley, crewel has a mother gothel moment<3◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 2.5k+◞ | 🦇masterlist◞

YOUR VISION WAS NOTHING, but a myriad of colorful blurs and shapes. Muffled voices spoke to you, but everything was practically just incomprehensible, panicked babbling. The heavy pressure of metal was pressed up against your windpipe, restraining your breath as it wound tighter and tighter. Though, a few seconds later, it vanished as if it had never existed, bursting into bright magical sparks.

The gush and pool of blood surrounds your dirtied, tangled mess of hair, a dark scarlet seeping into the knotted strands. Kneeling before your body, Crowley felt his heart skid to a stop. The sight of your fatigued form writhing around the ground tore at his chest, claws of guilt digging in deep and dragging across thick tissue.

"Prefect…Can you hear me?" The crow murmurs, clawed hands pressing against the side of your pounding head as he guides it to rest atop his lap. Vibrant blooms of red stain the dark fabric of his pants, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Dad…it hurts s'much." You slur in hushed tones, your eyes wringing shut from the pain. That was enough for Crowley to put his arms around you.

He shielded your body with his torso, hands clawing at your back as he wracks his mind of what to do next. Hastily turning round, he shifts his gaze to the surrounding students, all of them looking equally mortified.

"What are you standing around there for?! Call the nurse!"

"Y-Yes, sir!"

Drip. Drip

The pungent smell of alcohol and medication fill your senses as you groggily blink awake.

The familiar creaky wood of Ramshackle's ceiling greets you as you pull yourself from dreamland. Looking over both sides of your bed, you smile once you see both Deuce and Ace seated on a nearby couch. Both of them were quick to jump up and approach you, fussing over your bedridden form.

"Thank Sevens." Deuce murmurs, tenderly combing your damp hair back. You roll your head to the side to face him, but wince at the sudden throb of pain in your spine. Ace darts over and hushes you, gently repositioning your head to face front once more, making sure your neck was supported by a pillow. "Hey…It'd be great if you don't move so much…"

“Right. Makes sense. 'Nways…how bad was my injury?” You mutter, your recollections of the past event still foggy. All you could remember was that Crowley had fired a spell, and you somehow got into the crossfire.

“Fucking horrible.” Ace scoffs, looking at you sternly.

"Yeah, take it easy for a bit. The injury was…pretty serious. It was a miracle that the spell missed your head by a thread…" Deuce murmurs as he presses a gentle hand on your bandaged forehead.

Strands of blueberry hair fall loosely at the sides of his face as he stares down at you with worry. "You were out for three days."

"Ah…well—you know, me and my dumb non-magical ass. Always getting into trouble," you giggle, a cheery grin stretching over your cracked lips. Though it rapidly drops when you realize your two friends aren't laughing with you.

Ace shifts his gaze to the floor, hands clasped into a fist. "You're not dumb, prefect…"

"Well—I kinda am," You snort, tugging the blanket closer to your chilly form. "I really have to stop being around the old man's magic shows."

Unconvinced, Ace only shakes his head and scoffs at your jokes. The ginger reclines back into his chair, hands vigorously tugging and pulling at his hair. "You aren't. The real issue here is that deadbeat crow. I mean...hasn't he learnt anythin' from last time? What kind of idiot treats his child—"

"It wasn't his fault, Ace." Pushing yourself off the bed, you immediately interrupt him, voice stern as you rush to defend Crowley. "He didn't mean it. I got in the path of his magic. And—I'm pretty sure he's already beating himself up over this."

Sinking back into the bed, you clasp both your hands together. "It wasn't his fault. Sure, he's reckless and all but…but he's still my dad."

Silence washes over your room.

Ace was visibly frustrated, the blunt tips of his nails dug deep into his skin, nearly piercing past skin. With a final scoff, he stands from his chair and quietly excuses himself from the room.

The door slams shut with a blaring bang as both you and Deuce were left alone.

Sighing, the freshman takes your trembling hand in his, clasping it tight as his body temperature warms the cool skin. He draws your right arm up to press your palm against his cheek, eyes looking deep into yours.

"Professor Crewel is pissed," Deuce whispers as you trace gentle circles on his skin. A pair of shaky cyan eyes meets your concerned ones. "He was planning to—"

Deuce's mouth parted open and close and yet he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. You cast a questioning glance his way, but Deuce shakes his head, disregarding your questions.

"…nothing."

Surprise washes over you as you stare down at Deuce's hunched over form. It…wasn't like your friends to be so dismissive.

You, Ace, and Deuce had always been good friends. Sure you had your differences but you always communicated openly with one another. Nobody has ever been this...secretive.

Just…what was happening?

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sickening crack of a bone echoes through the faculty room as the rough knuckle of Crewel's fist connects with Crowley's face. The headmaster reels, mask flying off as his hands fly to his bloodied nose.

Everyone in the vicinity quieted as the only noise heard was the potionology professor's labored breathing.

Then, without hesitation, Crewel surges forward. Loud commotion and screaming could be heard in the meeting room as everyone quickly circles around the two. A couple of hands seize Crewel by the arms, but the professor only grows more agitated, attempting to fight past the herd.

"Let me go!" Crewel roars, tugging his arm free as he attempts to swing a fist at the headmaster. "Dire! This is your fucking fault!"

"Divus! Calm yourself!" Trein scolds, arms locked tight around the man's torso. A few more pairs of hands restrain the professor as he is forcibly pushed down onto a couch.

His face was the epitome of unrepressed rage: With his cheeks drawn back in a deep sneer, eyes bloodshot red, and hair a knotted mess.

Trein stands before the younger man, looking down at him with disgust. "Have you no shame? What will the prefect think once they hear of this?"

Across the room, Crowley spits out a little blood, blinking fresh tears out of his eyes. For the last three days, the crow has been suppressing all of its emotions; however, all of a sudden, he is overcome with an unfettered and unhindered flood of shame and rage.

When the headmaster finally turned around, he fixed Crewel with an expression so scathing that the potionology professor felt compelled to charge at him again.

Once, coldly, sharply, and bitterly, Crowley laughed. "It's my fault, you say? You think I don't know that?"

"Oh please—Dire. I couldn't care less about what you think." Crewel seethes, venom practically dripping from his lips. The alchemy professor strides forward, heels clicking against the floor as he grabs Crowley by the collar.

"You're a failure of a father. All you've ever brought their way is danger." The professor cackles kicking the crow's skin.

Digging deep into his red handbag, Crewel snatches out papers and jams it into Crowley's chest. The crow unravels the creased pages to read the text on the document, eyes ripping wide open as he realizes what it was.

"You…can't possibly." The headmaster sputters, hands shaking as he reads the texts again and again.

"Oh, but I can." Crewel sneers, taking pleasure in the look of fear Crowley sends his way. He snaps around, coat billowing up behind him as he briskly walks towards the entryway. "I expect those papers to be signed by tonight."

Before walking out of the room, Crewel spares the headmaster one final glance. "The prefect departs this Monday."

Days after the event were all followed by violent storms that appeared to go on forever. Every night and day, the rain endlessly poured down from the bitter grey skies and roars of thunder echoed through the dewy clouds. Some days, it was nearly impossible to go to school.

It was almost as though Mother Nature herself was upset.

Just like how everyone was.

Crowley and your other friends shunned you like you had the plague. Even bright Kalim greeted you with a deep frown, a flimsy excuse slipping off his lips as he ran away. Only Deuce stayed by your side through it all.

The blueberry had told you everything was alright—that everything was normal and fine— but you couldn't help but be skeptical.

So when Crewel came to visit, you welcomed him right in. Eager to hear what he has to say.

The clatter and click of your father's heeled boots echoed through the walls of the dormitory as he examined the premises, comparing it to his own much more lavish flat back home in the city.

Finally, after an excruciating 5 minutes. his gaze flitted over to your bedridden form.

And the words he utters out next shatter your entire being.

"I'm withdrawing you from NRC."

What.

The glass clasped in your bandaged hands slips from your grip, smashing onto the oak wood of Ramshackle's flooring. You raise your mortified gaze to scowl at your professor, jaw dropped open in shock.

"What?" you breathlessly utter. "What do you mean?!"

"I'm transferring you to another school." Crewel replies, pushing himself off the fireplace and slipping his thick fur coat off his shoulders. The scant light emitted by the candles atop your study table did nothing to help you navigate his form as he strode around your bedroom.

"Now. You might be asking why? For one, look at the…accommodations Dire provided you with."

Crewel kicks a piece of splintered bark aside while making a gesture towards the disorder and wreckage all around you.

In the evenings, you had to use candles because the ceiling lights seldom ever functioned. The flooring had so many tears and holes that they were virtually falling apart. On occasion, you could even see the scuffle of rats beneath. The roof leaked, horribly; You had no money to fix it so you placed a bucket below instead. The front door was broken, barely hanging on its hinges, evidence of all the times your friends visited and never bothered to knock.

All of these problems and so many more were present, but this dorm was with you since the very start. It provided you with a roof over your head…it helped you survive.

"So what?" You retort, leaning back into your bed and sinking deep into the scratchy yet familiar pillows. "I don't mind it!"

"A foolish decision." Crewel sneers, running a hand into his hair. "Your accommodations aren't the only problem. Your self-destructive habits endanger you as well!"

There it was.

Groaning, you wring your hands through your hair, tangling it up. "When are you gonna stop saying that I'm self-destructive!?"

"When you start acting like somebody that actually cares about their life!" Crewel barks out, hands grasping your shoulders. The sudden increase in volume makes you recoil, but you were stubborn and refused to give in just yet.

"But I do care about my life!" You sputter out. "Why can't you just—"

"Remember what happened when Rosehearts overblotted?" He reminds you, "You charged towards a bloodthirsty tyrant with no protection, no magic, and no plan." Crewel then crosses his arms over his chest, addressing you with a pointed glare. "And you have the nerve to tell me you're not self destructive?"

"Riddle is not a tyrant!" Crying out, you slam your hand against your bedsheets, face twisting into an unsightly sneer. "I was trying to save my friend!"

Crewel gets right in your face, returning the expression of anger you sent his way. "Those friends of yours only care about you when you're useful!" he thundered, jabbing a finger into your chest.

That comment immediately silenced you.

Your hand was clasped over your mouth, jaw dropped wide open in disbelief as a sharp gasp escapes your dry throat.

A poisonous and dangerously harmful feeling gripped at whatever remnant the professor had of a heart. It colored his thoughts with regret as he began to feel a twinge of guilt, the weight of words sinking in.

There was a deep sigh of resignation from Crewel before he put a hand on your shoulder and looked you deep in the eyes, voice lowering to a softer lilt. "Why is it that every other person in that dorm had the sense to run away from the blots, but you didn't?"

Kneeling down, your father gazed at you with such vulnerability in his eyes as he murmurs, "Do you know how terrified I was every time I'd get the same message from Dire that you were out fighting overblots again? Putting your life at risk for those rabid dogs?"

The recognition of your destructive habits hit you like a splash of ice cold water. With a guilty and uncomfortable grimace on your face, you averted your attention to the floor. "I just wanted to help."

Slowly rising to his feet again, Crewel casts a deep frown your way. "I know you do, but you're careless with your life and if you're not careful…one of these days, you're gonna die."

"I will not hear anymore disagreements about this, do you hear? I've allowed you to run rampant around these past few months. You will so as I say and I'll have you transferred by the end of this week." He says simply, dropping a pristine sheet of paper clasped in a clipboard before you. Your dull eyes flicker across the title as you grudgingly reach for the pen he offers you.

TRANSFER APPLICATION.

That blank line at the end of the page is swiftly covered by your shaky red signature and Crewel is powerless to stop the relieved sigh that heaves past his lips.

A surge of victory, certainty, and an intense sense of relief overpowers the tangled and conflicting sentiments of guilt that were swimming through his chest.

You were safe, that's all that matters.

With a grieving heart, you nudge the pen and page back to your father dismissively, placing them both atop the bed. Crewel re-rolled the page and tucked it back into his handbag along with the pen.

The professor raises a hand to gently pat your shoulders as he bends down, pressing a kiss atop your head. "Father knows best."

As Crewel quietly takes his leave, he is none the wiser to the formation of impure, tainted tar-like blot dripping from your tears. Curling in yourself, you tuck your head into your knees, a broken sob spilling from your lips.

A sick and twisted feeling arises in your heart as you replay the argument you had with Crewel, and you start to wish that maybe, just maybe, Crowley's spell had succeeded in striking you.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

"Oi…Henchhuman?"

Drip.

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[moonligyt1234]

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pronouns: They/them

•••

The prefect of the Ramshackle was famous for surviving overblots. So many. Even though they are magicless.

But magicless are they?

Oh how wrong for them to ignore those signs. But as they said you'll noticed it when it's to late.

First thing out of the morning that the prefect was not the sound of Grim's snoring but their heart. As they could only helplessly clutch their heart.

It felt like thousands of chains were squeezing out so much that it was getting harder to breathe.

Grim was awoken by the sounds of his henchuman trying to stabilize their breathing patterns.

"H-henchuman..? "

Grim swore he saw red on the humans eyes when they turned into him. But the moment they did they let go. As their breathing pattern was once again stabilized.

They stared at what felt like hours to him but it was only seconds.

"Is there something wrong Grim? " The human asked with their usual voice. But something about their voice is strain.

"N-nothing." Grin decided to let go of what just happened.

Not noticing the little black spots in his jewel.

Day after day the perfect felt weaker and weaker but so does their mood much more dangerous to Floyd.

•••

"All right i can't do this anymore! " Ace suddenly said slamming his hand to the table. "The perfect have been acting weird even Grim."

"I have to agree with you all Grim has been setting things on fire with no hesitation. " Jack said having lost count of how many things have Grim set on fire.

"Even the human was ignoring Waka sama it's unforgivable! " Sebeka yelled remembering for the days that Malleus was also in no joy in his eyes.

"Let's visit the perfect right now i don't think i cant take this any longer. " Deuce said with determination in his voice.

With that they agreeed on visiting the perfect. Not knowing the danger that awaits them.

Ramshackle Dorm was than ever.

Worsed than the first time Crowley showed them the dorm.

Ink so many ink.

Ace with no hesitation run inside not caring of his own life followed by the others. There he saw the Prefect almost unrecognized covered in ink head to toe.

"Prefect.. " was the only thing that left on his mouth.

As a snap was then heard when te prefect turned their face to him with that the world went dark.

[queen-shiba]

Love how when people make an x reader for the prefect overblotting, the only reason is that they're stressed over not going home and all the overblots and Crowley being an irresponsible fuck.

Man, I feel like if it was me, it would be because I worked my ass off to get out of situations that cause me unnecessary stress or anxiety and escape people's negative emotions, but I couldn't because I ended up in a space full of testosterone.

Everyone who overblotted or caused some sort of negative adrenaline rush or stress would be a target.

Added factor of the school being so disorderly, despite being in order that I'd be even more likely to kill or just assault someone when I'm menstruating.

When I Overblot, it's due to the overwhelming anxiety fueling thought that someone else will Overblot and I'll be forced to deal with it, possibly dying, or suffering a horrible injury, or losing something precious, or just failing in general.

That would likely have me either targeting people who could possibly Overblot, or just taking control of the entire school in order to form an environment that is comfortable for me, where I know I'm safe. Even if that means several students get locked up or just cast out (possibly killed) in order for me to find that comfort and feeling of safety.

Because I have never felt safe a day in my life, and that is not an exaggeration.

Now, how could the boys prevent this? By becoming a safe haven. At least ONE OF THEM has to do that.

The ones that seem likely to do that are:

Deuce

Kalim

Jack

Leona (possibly. He's an ass hole but me being a woman, the entirety of Savanaclaw could end up being a safe space)

Silver

Lilia

Cater

Rook

Why isn't Malleus up there?

Because I will feel extremely trapped if I'm around someone who's too attached to me and gets upset or self conscious if I take a break from them without showing signs of cutting them off.

[valy-gc]

I've made Nanaya as Twisted Wonderland MC if he could overblot.

Well he technically can't, of course...

But... he's a magical boy... so he technically HAVE magic...

[shibainu2006]

Gonna design my MC's overblot if she had one.

I'll probably do Amari's as well at some point.

For now, my brain focuses on angst.

Severe angst.

@killersweetie

[ryllen]

the 10,000 tuna cans is still a lie, there are probably only 25 or 50, tops ... o(--<

[breadcheese444]

1200日

ⓒ 굴곽님

[dropdeadgorgeos]

Obey me mc: Has pacts with demons giving them powers, loved by (almost?) Everyone, had dead and came back to life, has money because of there lovers, can demand others with what to do(do to pacts)

Twisted wonderland mc: magic less, cared for by most, hasn't dead but if does probably won't come back, broke asf, can't demand a single boy

OB!MC: ...

TWST!MC: ...

OB!MC: I'm gonna adopt you now.

TWST!MC: What?

OB!MC: Yes.

*OB!MC holding TWST!MC close to them*

*OB!MC looking at all the TWST boys*

OB!MC: If any of you touch my child I will........DIG MY NAILS INTO YOUR SKIN.

Overblotted group: Σ(゜゜)

The first year group: I second this!

*OB!MC Turning to the demon brothers*

OB!MC: this goes for you as well.

TWST!MC: :)

[heartscrypt]

get isekai'd, FREAK!

aka. yumi's incredibly unserious introduction to the world of twisted wonderland. tfw you get sent to magic private school hell world because your classmate purposefully hit you with their car (only a little bit on purpose though)

[captainjacklyn]

Twisted Wonderland Incorrect Quotes #21 :

Idia : Yuu/Mc ! Malleus cursed NRC !

Yuu/Mc : He did WHAT ?!

Idia : Yeah ! With his magic during Lilia's farewell party, a-and now there's thorns everywhere !

*Huge rumbling*

Grim : You might wanna cover your ears for this.

Yuu/Mc : DRA. CO. NIAAAAAAAAAAAH !

Malleus : *teleports on the spot* Yes my dear- *spots Idia* Oh.

[simple-dark-eyes]

*This takes place some time after Vil's overblot. Mexican!Yuu after somehow getting roped into the other first years' bullshit*

Yuu: Oyes eres un pendejo.

Ace: A what?

Yuu: Un pendejo.

Ace: *turns to Grim* Grim, you're un pendejo.

Grim: Un what?

Ace: *turns back to Yuu* Un what?

Yuu: Pendejo.

Ace: *turns back to Grim* Un pendejo.

Grim: *turns to Deuce* Deuce, you're un pendejo.

Deuce: Un what?

Grim: *turns back to Ace* Un what?

Ace: *turns back to Yuu* Un what?

Yuu: *kinda reaching their limit* Un pendejo.

Ace: *turns to Grim* Un pendejo.

Grim: *turns to Deuce* Un pendejo.

Deuce: *turns to Jack* Jack, you're un pendejo.

Jack: *slightly appalled* Un what?

Deuce: *turns back to Grim* Un what?

Grim: *turns back to Ace* Un what?

Ace:: *turns back to Yuu* Un what?

Yuu: *getting frustrated and talking with their hands* ¡UN PENDEJO!

Ace: *turns to Grim copying Yuu* ¡UN PENDEJO!

Grim: *turns to Jack copying Ace* ¡UN PENDEJO!

Deuce: *turns to Jack Copying Grim* ¡UN PENDEJO!

Jack: *angrily turns to Epel* EPEL, YOU'RE UN PENDEJO!

Epel: *very much offened* UN WHAT?!

Jack: *turns back to Deuce* Un what?

Deuce: *turns back to Grim* Un what?

Grim: *turns back to Ace* Un what?

Ace: *turns back to yuu with a nod waiting for them to respond*

Yuu: *has reached their limit and ennuciating each syllable* ¡UN PENDEJO!

Ace: *turns to Grim copying yuu* ¡UN PENDEJO!

Grim: *turns to Deuce copying Ace* ¡UN PENDEJO!

Deuce: *turns to Jack copying Grim* ¡UN PENDEJO!

Jack: *turns to Epel copying Deuce* ¡UN PENDEJO!

Epel: *turns to Yuu* YUU, YOU'RE UN PENDEJO!

Yuu: *very much done with this long game of Telephone and waves him off* ¡PUES CHINGA SU MADRE!

I had to rewrite this cause when I first posted this tumblr got rid of pretty much more than half of the dialogue leaving only yhe names. I wanted to cry.

[kierancaz]

Y’all wtf does Yuu do during the overblot fights ???? Like everyone else is using magic and stuff and what’re they doing besides shouting encouragement?? Throwing rocks??

[simplyycherry]

OMGMomgomtOMGOMGOMG

Omgotmmt

MALLEUS OVERBLOT SPOILERSSS

AAAAA I'M SCREAMING

THIS FEELS SO BAD LIKE WE COULD'VE PREVENTED HIS OVERBLOT.

Peak abadoment issues?

Screaming, and more screaming.

AAAAAAA

[blanketorghost]

POV: You're Azul Ashengrotto.

[mc-cos-charm]

Mc : Is this what it's supposed to be? This is our marriage? You there , and me here?

Malleus: Yes.

Mc :Why?

Malleus, thinking of the time he overblotted: I..I thought it would .. it is easier ...

Mc : For whom?

Malleus: What?

Mc : Easier for whom? You or me.

Malleus: I'm not going to debate with this any further ...

Mc : I merely want to understand.. You need to at least tell me..

Malleus: I do not need to do anything. I decide. I have decided... I am your king..

Mc , startled : my mistake... I thought you were just a tsunotaro/hornton ...

Mc , Bows : forgive me, your majesty

Malleus :Mc...

Mc :May I withdraw, your majesty or did you want to say anything else to me?

Malleus, walks towards mc :

Mc ,taking a step away according to proper etiquette...

[random-twst-things]

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I want to go home, please

Crowley: ....why do you want to go home Mc/Y/N/Yuu?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, arms spread out to show the disaster of the overblot: Are you on drugs?? ARE YOU FUCKING ON DRUGS??

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, pointing aggressively at the disaster: WHY DO I WANT TO GO HOME?!