#yuu overblot

[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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[soulreaper]

r u a good witch or a bad witch?

[macaqueconfession]

What if the mc overblots & how.

Ok what if the mc is like a sponge and absorbs the blot magic every time their exposed to it. Like in ch1 when riddle used his unique magic on every one and the mc just absorbed a little magic. It increases as time goes on, and depending on how ch7 ends they just brake.

They can't stand the thought of leaving and running the risk that could forget all about twisted wonderland and all their friends and the adventures they had(they might think it was a dream) they can't leave them. And at first it starts off like an emotional scene where their talking to the people who they spend most of their time with in twst, and then chaos hits the fan. The mc overblots whether it some body horror/a semi regular overblot, the dorm leaders and dorm mates rally together to bring back the mc to their senses and help them like they helped them.

If the game continues after ch7 which I think it will hopefully, they can send the mc home but have it so that they either visit or view the twst boys throw a mirror or something.

[zr-art-world]

Overblot Yuu

At first I had a hard time thinking of something for them, I first went to look at Chernabog and the Blot as reference, but I had a hard time there. Then I remembered that one of the reasons for their black and white hair was because of 1920′s cartoons. So I then remembered a character from steven universe, Spinel, and everything fell into place. I used a bit of a jester theme with them, and I wanted to incorporate the striped patterns on their leggings and incorporate it here (it kinda gives me beetle juice vibes now). I especially took inspiration from Heartless and Nobodies from Kingdom Hearts. I am planning on coloring this, I just wanted to give a concept sketch of what I came up with.

As for the chains, (aside from the fact that it reminds me of ghost with chains) that has more to do with Yuu as a character (as well as the jester theme and the heartless/ nobody theme). With all that has happened in their time in TWST, I think Malleus’s and later Grim’s overblot would be like the cinderblock on the camels back (especially Malleus) they have felt like they have 0 control of the things going on around them and they are tired of life and things beyond their control dictating their life. So, their overblot is like the puppet cutting off their strings and taking their fate into their own hand, even if they aren't in the right state of mind.

[kirus-grotto]

Yuu OB pt. 2

Pt. 1 can be found here!

A loud crash could be heard from all over campus; debris began to rain down from above. Students and staff alike froze in place as they all tried to figure out what had happened when suddenly a loud, piercing yell sounded. Some students who were still outside yelled and pointed toward a towering form that had gone through the roof before they themselves ran inside the closest areas; others made a bee-line for the mirrors to hide out in either their respective dorm or the first one they saw just to get away. The large, ink covered figure let out another piercing screech. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ace and Deuce had been the first to figure it was Yuu. The panicked, worried look they shared was enough to confirm their thoughts. They knew Crowly finally had news for the Ramshackle prefect, and were both worried it wouldn’t be good. Jack, Epel, and Sebek joined them among the panicked students.

The group of fourth years gripped their magic pens tightly to steel themselves just as Grim ran up to jump onto Deuce’s shoulder completely out of breath. 

“What a way to end our last year, huh?” Ace attempted as a joke.

“Not really the time..” Jack muttered as he looked back up toward the large creature Yuu had become.

“We must take care of this quickly!” Sebek half yelled.

“Yeah no shit!” Ace yelled back. 

Deuce nodded back. “Yuu helped us all with our housewardens back when we were first years. Now it’s time we help them!”

The group shared one final look, a confident look, before nodding and rushing in. Teachers and students alike had been knocked around the closer they got to the monstrous Yuu. Walls destroyed and covered in ink. Anyone that was still able to move around were instructed to help those knocked out or down to safety. The current house wardens had Yuu surrounded, lobbing spell after spell hoping to take them down. 

“Oi! Don’t hurt my henchman!” Grim yelled. “You don’t know what you’re doin!!”

“You get everyone out!” Deuce called to the Heartslabyul housewarden. 

“Yeah!” Ace added. “We’ve dealt with plenty of these before! They’re our friend we can handle this!”

“No way in hell!” Shouted the Savanaclaw warden. “You go help everyone else out of here!”

Epel groaned in annoyance before he yelled Jack’s name. The beastman knew instantly what his friend meant and used his signature spell. Jack ran as fast as his wolf form could go to gather all of the housewardens to get them out of the way so the group of friends could do what they could.

Yuu’s form let out another loud cry, narrowly missing Sebek as they swung their arm toward the half fae. 

“You should know better that a guard of Malleus Draconia couldn’t be hit!” Said fae yelled.

Epel blocked a hit coming for him. “Ah don’t think it’s the time for that, Sebek!”

Another cry was let out, another attack being sent toward Ace. Jack rushed back just in time to block for the other, Ace launching a spell over Jack’s shoulder in return. 

“Yuu!” Jack called out to them as he moved to another side to keep them from moving away, “Yuu it’s us!”

Sebek launched his own spells toward them. “Waka-sama would be heartbroken if he hears his mortal friend overblotted!”

“Again!” Epel yelled, “Not the best time for that either!”

Deuce cried out as he took a hard hit and got launched into the wall behind him. Ace and Jack instantly made their way over to hold some of the wall up before it could crumble on top of him. The blue-haired male groaned as he got dragged away by Ace so Jack could let the crumbled bit of wall fall. Cyan eyes blinked a few times to orient himself. “Sorry, Yuu,” he mumbled before letting out his signature spell, “DOUBLE DOWN!”

One final cry was let out of the large, inky monster as it was finally brought down. The group took a moment to catch their breath as the ink slowly dissolved. Ace was the first to approach Yuu. They laid there breathing slow and shallow, mouth just barely agape. 

The red -head crouched down and gave their shoulder a gentle shake as the rest of the guys grouped around. “Yuu? Hey.. Come on..”

“Yuu?” Jack crouched down next. “Hey we’re here for you.”

Grim carefully sat beside their face as he said, “I’ll stop begging for the fancy Tuna if you get up. Nothing was supposed to keep my henchman down for long.”

Deuce and Epel were the next to crouch down. “Come on Yuu, you know we’ll always be here,” Said Deuce. 

“Yeah,” added Epel, “You’re the strongest one of us all.”

Sebek gave an awkward pat on their head. “You’re… not that weak of a human to let something like this stop you.”

Yuu groaned slightly, their eyes opening slowly as they started to come to. “Ugh…” Jack and Ace helped them sit up. “Where…?”

“Henchman!” Grim jumped into their lap and snuggled closely as he began to cry. 

Deuce gently leaned in to hug them. “You’re with us.” He said gently.

The rest of the group joined in the hug without a second thought. Yuu groaned again as they felt more tears falling onto them.

“And you’ll always have us,” said Epel.

“We…” Sebek cleared his throat, “We love you.”

“We’re so sorry we weren’t much help before..” Ace muttered.

Tears now began to fall from Yuu’s own eyes as their friends continued to say how loved they were; they carefully moved their arms to pull the guys closer. Even though Crowly couldn’t get them home, the comfort they now felt in knowing their friends would never let them down was, for now, enough. As long as they could be with their friends, that was home.

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//Honestly special thanks to @angrydreamerchild for helping give me the motivation for this! I’ve been meaning to do one for a while! Sorry about not having all the characters, but with the time skip I originally had in it felt more natural to keep the first year squad ^^;

[yuuniee]

POV: You are trying to snap Renée out while she is overblotted.

Either like this:

Or like this:

Or however you and/or your oc reacts :)

(all of you are free to join, even those who see this 😊)

[thatotherothersideblog]

Wip of overblot of said Yuu of mine. (Their name is Yvain). I took my own overblot yuu idea and am running w/it :)

[deathofafangirl01]

Yuu when (or if) they overblot. It’s just fits Yuu so perfectly or any oc really! I’ll do an analysis of the lyrics later but I just need to share it.

[ryllen]

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

[amiko14]

In the middle of fighting overblot vil:

Y/n: Is it a bad time to mention that I like the smell of Vil’s new cologne

Rook: Your not the only one trickster

Ace,Decuse and Epel: will you two please focus on the fight 

[crystallizsch]

i really like how canonically yuu is genuinely supportive of grim wanting to be a great mage. if i recall correctly, even character voice lines point this out. and it seems like yuu dotes on grim a lot and defends him too??? yuu even encourages grim's ambitions whenever he declares wanting to be a great mage. and also when he does that boss-henchhuman dynamic. i mean yeah you can interpret it as yuu saying that being condescending and sarcastic as if they're talking to a child saying "when i grow up i want to be famous!" but like. i really think they're genuine when mc loves grim in their own way.

even if grim is usually a menace, he's become like family to yuu.

and i'm pretty sure grim feels the same way.

think about it this way. despite all the mess, all the unpredictability, the danger, and all the drama being in nrc. what's always the constant? yuu goes home at the end of the day to the ramshackle dorm (basically their home at this point considering they slowly but surely fix it up over time) and with who? “the great mage” grim. as the sole outcasts in that academy, they both sleep soundly knowing they will always have each other at the end of the day.

[mothoka]

Malleus then vs now

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#659 BOOYAH!AHAHA!

What IM SURE...will happen after Idia's OB, After the Masquerade event...and Towards Book 7...

-P.E Class-

Idia*Still Feeling Sore from having to climb all of Noble Bell's stairs and putting ice packs on his legs* I don't know about you, but I'm getting all funned out of these adventures...

Yuu*Sees off into a distance the sky becoming cloudy with green thunder and lighting* Uh-oh...

Idia*On the grass, Eyes closed* Don't tell me, We're about to have Malleus overblot...

Yuu: Yep.

Idia: Sharp giant thorns all over NRC?

Yuu: Most likely.

Idia*Taking a deep breath and opening his eyes* Bring it on.

Reaching the ears of everyone in NRC....they heard someone ...giving an excited war cry?... That sounded oddly like Idia

Idia: Boo-yah! Whoo!

[egophiliac]

more masquerade stuff! things really went from 0 to 1000 in, like, thirty seconds.

(sorry if none of these make sense outside of my head)

[breadcheese444]

1200日

ⓒ 굴곽님

[eynnwwyjth]

Overblots: Talking about feelings is important.

Yuu: ....

Overblots: I won’t do it, but you definitely should. You seem a tad bit stressed.