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Wrestling AU

Finally managed to transcribe it from my notebook onto Tumblr so hell yeah.

Sometimes Vil wondered why he was still in this business.

Why he still say in this locker room, among others, and why he kept walking into the ring.

Was it the money?

No, he had other jobs. He had other work he could do.

Was it because of his father?

No, he was blessed to have a kind and loving father, and he knew that if he said the word, his dad would have his contact terminated and burned.

Yanking Vil out of his thoughts was the announcement to call him to stage.

With a rallying sigh Vil pushed himself off the bench and moved out to the entrance. He could hear his intro music thundering through the stadium, and he made his way out to the walkway.

Blue and gold lights danced aggressively around the dimmed arena and the lead-in as Vil came into the ring. Smiling faces lined the stands as fans reached past the barrier. He wanted one of these days to say to himself "fuck it, screw the rules" and clap each hand.

But today wasn't the day. He had to keep up the haughty airs, even if it feels wrong. But every fight gets him closer to the day he might.

It was the beginning of a new championship tournament, and he couldn't ask for a change to the plot now.

His eternal feud with Neige LeBlanche, which serves his angle very well. Who doesn't love a white knight tirelessly vanquishing an omnipresent foe?

Of course, Vil found it tiresome and done from hell and back. How long have they carried this plot? It had to be five years now, right? How did the fans not get tired of it?

Then again, maybe paired with other wrestlers, it wasn't as boring as it sounds from his end.

All of these thoughts ran through his head before his opponent was announced.

He was the leader of a new stable- Azul Ashengrotto, and the Octotrio.

Today Vil was supposed to defeat Azul and then qualify for the next round, giving Azul and the twins a beginning for their comeback. Or something to that effect.

Regardless, Vil would be happy to take the victory.

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I feel like there's a line to be drawn thematically between Death Note and Titus Andronicus on the extents and extremes of revenge. Or something.

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Jesus Christ I wrote the first drabble for the wrestling au and I keep meaning to post it. It's just sitting in my notebook. The fuck am I doing.

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I wanna vote just to see the results but I don't wanna sway it. I can't stick my hand in the cookie jar.

So I'm working on a silly AU for TWST right now and it's kinda got me curious.

I'd either do this through fics or edits, or honestly probably both. Obviously if anyone gets any inspiration off it, go ahead! Play with it!

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So I'm working on a silly AU for TWST right now and it's kinda got me curious.

I'd either do this through fics or edits, or honestly probably both. Obviously if anyone gets any inspiration off it, go ahead! Play with it!

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Imagine if Rook finds out he's more aerodynamic and energy efficient skipping than running.

Imagine that guy finding you on the other end of campus and you have to watch that guy skipping at rapid speeds towards you with dubious intent.

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It makes me kinda sick that "kill yourself" has become an acronym. In a way it takes some of it's power away and the words become light as air, but the very matter of "kill yourself" being made easy and convenient to say makes me angry.

For one, why did it need to be made into an acronym to begin with? Why are we telling people to kill themselves over the internet? Why have we become so morbid that telling people to kill themselves is commonplace and people can say it with a smile on their faces?

I was talking to someone I knew who had been on online spaces and sort of more updated than I on discourse and such, and I had to face him as he would tell a basically ghost entity in my living room to kill itself, and laugh about it. The only thing I can imagine being laughable is how ridiculous that is.

And I suppose I'm no different, being upset about ultimately ghost entities as I type this, and it's fair to call that part hypocrisy.

Point being I'm disappointed that words are so cheap and meaningless at this point. That grave words like that are said flippantly.

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Accidentally based my Yuusona on Nemesis from Evilious Chronicles and now I'm considering tying every one of my Yuusonas to it.

Even funnier if I draw from just the main chunk of Nemesis' deal.

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Technically didn't have to get this done on this day, I could've waited until tomorrow since that's probably when anyone's gonna read it anyways but fuck it. No beta, we die like men.

Here's a slapdash fic I wrote for April Fools.

Rollo was expecting many things to happen today.

Really, he had struggled to get good sleep all through the night. Be it by coincidence or anticipation, he roused in uncomfortable sweat over and over in the night, and by five in the morning he had simply given up. He knew he’d be irritable today so what’s a bit of tiredness on top of it?

He always had to deal with the Topsy-Turvy festival, which was bad enough. But then this April Fools business that his classmates would always demand to take part in, despite already having one holiday devoted to getting on Rollo’s nerves. Of course, at least the Topsy-Turvy festival served a purpose. Perhaps it was because he was uneducated on the history behind the event, but he couldn’t palate it. But he was forced to.

Even worse, his housewarden was out on a trip for work purposes, and had been for around a week or so now. For the time, he was named the honorary prefect, which did help to some extent, but he still felt far too open to tomfoolery without some help.

Nevertheless, he had to rouse from his bed today, so reluctantly he pulled on his uniform and plucked out any wrinkles and folds in it. He combed his hair in his mirror and turned heel to go downstairs into the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

And that’s when he saw it.

For when he made it to the bottom step and glanced into the open common room, he spied…

Who the fuck is that?

A stranger laying languid in the couch, dark hair cascading over the arm and a foot propped over the top of their knee. And at the sound of Rollo’s steps, he was met with crimson eyes looking into his. He knew he should react and drive this random person out of his house. He’d never seen this person on campus or even as friends of Yuu, so clearly they didn’t belong. And yet he found himself stuck in place, his feet frozen to the ground and his throat tight.

And so the strange man got up from the couch, bowing to Rollo with an oddly serene smile on his face.

“Ah, good morning. My apologies, I wasn’t anticipating that you would wake so soon. I’ve been given to understand that your prefect is out of the house?” This definitely set Rollo off on top of everything else. How did this stranger know that if, again he had never been seen in this place before. But at least he could force his voice to stir. “He is, yes. And who are you?”

The man nods, that same weird smile on his face. Getting a closer look at him, his whole affect is off. His skin lacked colour, his movements were stiff, and Rollo got the gut feeling that the reason he froze wasn’t solely out of fear. Still, this man didn’t seem to wish him direct harm. Yet. “My name is Morgan Lafayette, I’m a member of Heartslabyul house. I regrettably haven’t been able to give you and your housemates my formal greetings yet, as our schedules gravely misalign. Not to mention… Well this is in part my reason for being here today. I’d noticed a distinct lack of cooking in here of late. That I could breathe clearly in here told me something was awry.” Rollo tilted his head. None of this made sense and he in full honesty could not give a single damn about any of it. Morgan’s presence here was at this point like a rodent. “Really. And you decided to break in?” Morgan simply laughed at him.

“Oh come now, it’s not quite so bad as that. I was just concerned. Admittedly, perhaps it’s overly nosy of me, but I felt compelled to ensure you all were well. We can’t have you starving, can we?”

Rollo was getting sick of this fairly quickly. How could someone seem so apathetic and act like they care? He knew for a damned fact that Yuu had been struggling for a year or so and he sincerely doubted that this Morgan fellow cropped up at any point during that time. “We’re fine. So you can leave. Isn’t Riddle looking for you anyway?”

Morgan’s smile soured a little as he’s reminded of his prior predicaments.

“Oh, isn’t he always. But I suppose you’re right, and I can take a hint as to when I’m unwelcome. Oh well, I’m happy I could at least drop by and finally meet you. Good day then.” Without allowing Rollo to reply, which is probably for the best, Morgan had hurried out the door and left.

The rest of the day Rollo was on edge. It wasn’t every day he was met with a human problem. Or… whatever that was. Suspicious was what it was.

(Thanks again to anyone who read this! Happy April Fools, now that it's mostly over I guess. I hope you have a wonderful day/night!)

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Imagine if Rollo spends a while in Ramshackle and just does not get the opportunity to get a haircut for what, has it been three years now? Because like he doesn't really want anyone at the school to help him with it but he doesn't want to try and cut behind his head either, so he ends up growing his hair out and it gets all shaggy.

Imagine if he starts doing a little ponytail.

Totally not inspired by this design living in my head.

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"You wanna know how I got these scars?" Yeah it was from aggressively eating roasted seaweed snacks. Youch.

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Got real tired and loopy the other night so guess who put together a 10 minute self indulgent edit.

Based on my favourite lipstick hehe~

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Alright this is in no way preread or whatnot, so be warned I suppose. I finally finished my Skully fic! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

"I can't explain just how it feels

the thoughts of my premature burial

Inside this oblong box I lie

with the hopes of being buried alive"

- Buried Alive, Creature Feature

It had been a while since Skully was in this place, physically as well as mentally. The windows were dusty, and there was little hope in getting the century old grime clean. His room was cleaned for him when he arrived, and there was much to be done if he hoped to make the space his own. Lavender permeated the house at large, and it was clear his new housewarden put thought into the comfort of the home.

It had become a home, really. It never was one back in the day, it was just a school with a mandatory dormitory.

Skully twirled his wand, his ashen wand that was likely the last thing remaining of his past, in his hand as he looked out the window at the black night stretched out over the rolling hill and grim woods. He certainly did not miss the things that happened there.

And it was then he realized something most curious.

In the midst of being sucked into Halloween Town, of serving Jack, and of his return to NRC, he'd found a glimmer of peace.

Before, Skully had yearned for his time to rest in his own coffin. He would spend hours thinking of how his body would rot slowly in a preserved state. He hoped that wouldn't have been the case, after all the world didn't need him to have to stay for long. But he knew that was likely how it would go.

Now his thoughts have become filled with everything between the people in his life- alive or dead, to his responsibilities and work, or even just...

Enjoyment.

That alone was probably the most surprising, how deeply he was enjoying things like the texture of the freshly thawed grass underfoot, or the heat of the sun cutting through chilly winds. Small things like that started having an impact on Skully's life.

He could still feel the dark tug of those woods, beckoning him to go on a long walk and never return. Sometimes he'd come home angry and frustrated from the day and find the draw that much stronger. But he could hear in his own thoughts the difference a good century or so has made.

That was something he never thought he'd see in his stars.

(Thank you to anyone who read this! This is my first lyric fic so sorry if I didn't do it right. Hope you have a wonderful day/night!)

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Finally got annoyed by restarting my blog because I'd just made a post that was getting a little engagement and I actually really wanted to see what people had to say.

I'd like to say this'll teach me my lesson, maybe it will, but I haven't learned well yet so I can't imagine this will be what does it.

I swear on god's name if I don't churn out this fic too-

Skully's scratching at my brain telling me to let him out.

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Contemplating writing my first song lyric fic because Buried Alive by Creature Feature won't leave my head alone and it just smacks of pre canon Skully

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So I started a household in Sims 4 for Ramshackle, including headcanons and such. I deleted the first draft and am about to make the second one but I'm just gonna put out the funny screenshots I took.

There's one other that I had but I guess the aether took it so yeah.

I definitely can do better.