#He preferred to get to know MC ; he learned to trust her before crushing over her–and I find that adorable

[yoonrambles]

New Unhinged Headcanon:

Clarence is in the ace spectrum.

#asexual or demisexual or greysexual whatever the fuck you think; he's acespec. that's it #He preferred to get to know MC ; he learned to trust her before crushing over her–and I find that adorable #Clarence; my pookie; lemme MEUSHSIANSOHSLSBSLSHSLDHQLDGWODHKWBDLDBFKFBSOEGWOBD #lovebrush chronicles #clarence clayden #‎ ‎ ‎ ✎‎ ‎ ‎ | yoon's reveries

[kairos-polaris]

Miraculous Ladybug. Ah, the show that can't deliver its promises, teaches the female mc wrong lessons, is so sexist and racist it hurts and still calls itself "woke" and says they promote "girls power". I was so angry I wrote it at 1 am with little to no light to see what I was writing.

Mlb has a lot of problems. I won't be talking about the plot because it will be too long.

So here we are!

✓ Who is the main villain? Is it Chloé/Lila or Hawkmoth? The grownup man who chose to terrorise Paris and abuse people in their most vulnerable times? Or two teenagers who need a more strict discipline and help from adults, not their peers? Both Chloé and Lila made mistakes but they're kids who can change. I don't want to say they don't have to be punished for their actions, they do. You can't change a person if they don't want to and making them face consequences of their actions is an important part of growing up. If Mlb writers really cared about teaching their viewers that people can change, they will start a redemption arc for Chloé after Antibug and after Volpina for Lila. But, apparently, they decided that letting kids change their behaviour and grow up to be a better person is boring, right?

✓ Gabriel Agreste. Abuser, control freak, magical terrorist. And yet some people believe he deserves to win. He's not only a bad person but a bad villain too! Most of his actions have no sense and work only because the writers said so. Why did he think that creating a supervillain is a good way to lure out a superhero? They could be in different country/city. Both Miraculouses could be hidden in someone's attic! Plus from New York special we know that other heroes exist. How could he be so sure they wouldn't be the one to fight his champions?

And why did he akumatize himself? He had no way of knowing that Ladybug saw his book. He saw Adrien take the book. All he had to do is to say something like this: "It's a very important book Adrien. Your mother found it years ago in her attic. This book was a great inspiration for me". His akumatization was too convenient for the plot.

✓A lot of people blame Marinette for causing so much akumas. Are you okay people? Hawkmoth is the one who creates akumas. What a surprise! No one other than him can do that. Repeat after me: upsetting someone doesn't equal to using their feelings for your own gain. Chloé deliberately humiliated or angered someone and it still doesn't count as causing an akumatization because it wasn't her goal. I don't mean to say it wasn't wrong but she didn't send an akuma. She is a spoiled rich brat who doesn't care about the consequences of her actions. Lila came close to actually causing akumas but it's still Hawkmoth who sends out butterflies and uses completely natural and normal feelings and emotions against everyone. Please, don't shift his blame on teenagers.

✓ Sexism is everywhere. From civilian interactions to heroes' costume designs. So here's a list of problems I've remembered at 1 am:

Writers show Lila or Chloé trying to kiss Adrien or invading his private space in a bad light. How dare they harass him? And then we have Chat Noir act the same towards Ladybug! And unlike Adrien Marinette actually says "no, I don't like you. Don't touch me like that". Adrien knows that he makes her uncomfortable but he doesn't care. "She loves him but can't accept it" isn't a good reason to continue harassing her. No means no. Not "continue asking me" or "I'm playing hard to get". Disgusting.

Only rivals Marinete has (excluding Hawkmoth because he's Ladybug's rival) are her love rivals. Lila, Kagami, Chloé. Why can't we have a character who rivals Marinete in her passion: designing? It's not "girls power" to have girls in question fight over one rich white sad boy.

The whole Gamer episode. Marinette won fair and square. She deserved to take part in the tournament. Was it okay for Max to be upset? Yes, he spent a lot of time training. Was it okay for him to be angry at Marinette? No, it's not her fault she was better than him. Some may say that she entered because of Adrien (another issue I will mention later) but it doesn't make her less skilled.

Every girl who has a crush is shown obsessive. Marinette, Chloé, Lila, Kagami - Adrien, Rose - Prince Ali, Ondine - Kim. We weren't shown Alya having a crush on Nino but I'm sure she would be just as obsessive because writers can't believe girls can have crushes and not be obsessed with them. I would also like to mention that having two characters of colour with no previous chemistry is kinda racist.(I could have just missed it because I'm not good at noticing flirting. If you noticed Alya and Nino flirting before Animan I would edit this part). They also don't talk a lot if it's not about Adrinette. Their purpose is to push main characters to each other. That's it.

Boys are really nice to their crushes even when akumatized. Both Silencer and Evillustrator were gentlemen. Nathaniel literally took Marinette on a date! Exceptions are Adrien and Felix. Adrien is just perfect (not my words) and Felix is Adrien's evil twin. He was used to: a)show how great Adrien is; b) say "Ladybug would punch Chat if she were truly uncomfortable"; c) to make fans hate him because they prefer PV Felix and Astruc hates him. Do you know why point b is the most harmful? Because it enforces the stereotype that women are always willing and consenting and they have to go to ridiculous lengths to take that consent back.

Suits. Every girl has a skintight suit with little to no details. And did you see how skinny Rena Rouge is compared to Lady WiFi? Or how Ladybug's suit has only one colour? The show doesn't even try to make clothes look more fashionable. They have three (!) designers, two models and Chloé is the Style Queen's daughter. They didn't even try!

✓ Making fun of Marinette's anxiety so often. It's offensive to people who have the same problem.

✓ Master Fu. He's an awful person who pushed his responsibility on children without explaining anything. There was no point in hiding his identity. What if they were akumatized? Well, Paris would be doomed anyway. No Ladybug to purify akuma, no cure. And we saw how dangerous akumatized Chat was in Chat Blanc.

Do you know what would happen if he revealed his identity in the beginning? There would be no Stoneheart 2.0, Marinette and Adrien would have a better understanding of their powers, a support system, a reason to get away to transform.

✓ Chat Noir and Ladybug not knowing who the other is. I've already explained why the akumatization excuse doesn't work. How can you trust a person you don't know? They would be able to support each other in their civilian lives. But they wanted a love square and that's why revealing won't happen in a looooong time.

✓ Sexualisation of minors. Have you seen Mister Bug? Or Lady Noire? They are 14/15! It's gross and disgusting to lust after teenagers. And what about numerous shots of Ladybug's backside? Or how thin Marinette is?

✓ Teaching wrong lessons. First they bash Marinette for not trusting Chloé and then they bash Marinette for trusting Chloé with the bee. How dare Marinette not have fun while fighting her friends? And then several minutes later: How dare she have fun while fighting her friends? Or how she was basically told her feelings don't matter by Madame Bustier in Zombizou. And blaming her for everything bad that happens in the show.

✓ Marinette's whole character revolves around Adrien. It's most obvious in the future special about China. She will go there not to learn about her heritage and her mother's culture but to be with Adrien. Almost everything she does as a civilian is about Adrien. They don't let her move on even when it's hurting her. Wouldn't it be much better if she tried to grow as a person, spend more time on her hobby. Maybe find Hawkmoth?

✓ Another issue is that they don't even try to find Hawkmoth. They treat only symptoms and one day it won't be enough. We had one episode where they were close to finding him. But Gabriel was akumatized so no lead again. Very convenient for the plot.

Why does Mlb have such a big fan base? Why is it so popular? So much wasted potential it physically hurts. But the most important question is why do I spend so much time and energy on this show? Please, send help. I can't continue doing this.

#mlb #mlb writers are sexist #mlb salt #adrien salt #lila and chloe deserve better #lila and chloe are teenagers #they're not evil #mlb characters deserve better #gabriel agreste salt #gabriel agreste is an awful person #marinette deserves better #make characters face consequences of their actions #marinette isn't the only one who makes mistakes #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #sexualization

[thecraftyfoxthewriterscorner]

3 Tips for Creating a Memorable Main Character

Hey writers,

Whether you prefer character-driven stories over plot-driven ones or vice versa, your main character – or main characters – is the bridge that connects your readers to your story.

Without a main character, your readers don’t have an avatar to live vicariously through to experience the world of your story. So it’s important that you really take the time developing your main character(s) before you even get to the meat of your story.

I spend a lot of time journaling about my characters, my MC especially, before I start doing a detailed outline of my stories, since the narratives tend to develop naturally after I learn about my characters. The type of character journaling I’m talking about here is deeper than knowing your MC’s appearance, ethnicity, career and relationship status, family structure, and other details.

These details are important and help give a fuller picture of your characters, but they don’t necessarily create the action that drives your story forward. The deeper details of your MC are what make readers care about her, and invest in the time to read your story to the end.

It comes down to this question: How well do you know your MC?

Three deeper details about characters that I find helpful in creating more life-like characters are core personality, character motivation(s), and the relationships with other characters.

1) Know your MC’s core personality.

Is your MC a hard worker? Is she competent at her job, and driven to rise higher in her chosen professional field? Is he an antisocial loner who will take drastic measures to never step into a room that has more than five people in it?

Your MC should stick out to the reader in a unique, but relatable, way.

[Side note: Unique doesn’t necessarily have to mean special, like being the most handsome boy in class or the most powerful sorceress in the world. But your MC should stand out from the other characters in some way, for a noticeable or secret reason, so your readers are intrigued by her and want to stick around to learn more about her.]

Every decision your MC decides to make over the course of the story has to be rooted in his core personality. If, say, the dedicated antisocial loner decided to throw a party at his home without proper buildup to this drastic attitude change, this out of character behavior will take your readers out of the story.

Your readers may even feel betrayed, because the MC they had started to care about, and who they thought they fully knew and understood, acted in a completely unexpected way without explanation. They may lose trust not only in your ability to represent your MC, but also in your ability to tell your story. That loss of trust may be worse than any character inconsistencies.

2) Set your MC’s motivation(s).

Along the same lines as knowing your MC at her innermost core of being, you have to know what motivates her to take action.

Your MC may have more than one motivation, which is perfectly fine. It can make for interesting tension and conflict in your story, if your MC has to choose which motivation is more important to follow while trying to achieve the overall goal of the narrative.

As an example, let’s look back at the antisocial loner. He may have had a traumatic childhood experience that drives him to avoid social gatherings with his classmates, like hanging out at McDonald’s or another popular fast food joint.

But then he finds a new motivation that opposes this aspect of his core personality - he forms a crush on a female classmate. She isn’t the most popular or beautiful girl in class, but she’s social enough to hang out with other classmates. His new desire to get close to her, to maybe even ask her out, will drive him to go against his initial motivation to avoid social interactions.

3) Your MC’s relationships with other characters.

The relationships your MC has with other characters can reveal a lot about their core personality and their motivations. This is especially true if your MC’s core personality, or private behavior, doesn’t match with the persona she shows in public.

For example, a stoic, rude MC who’s the class loner may have a soft spot for her shy younger brother, and only shows that caring side when she’s with him.

You have to be careful not to make the mistake of shoving secondary characters into caricatures or stereotypes, like the bad-boy in class who can’t help pulling the MC’s metaphorical pigtails, or the bitchy ex-partner who always tries to sabotage the MC’s current romantic relationship.

It’s not that you can’t use these traits, but they are shallow and one-dimensional if used on their own. If you use a stereotype, you have to give that character more layers that help the reader empathize with them.

Bring it all together: the before/after, how it started/how it’s going comparison.

These three deeper character details should drive your narrative forward, and result in some kind of change (physically or emotionally) or growth in your MC. Or more simply put, there should be a noticeable difference in a before and after comparison.

With the antisocial MC who develops a crush on a female classmate, he may grow from the antisocial loner to a thoughtful, caring boyfriend who others want to befriend.

To create a memorable MC, digging deeper by journaling to learn her core personality, her motivations, and how she interacts with other characters (her relationships) is a good starting point. It has the added benefit of helping you shape your overall story.

Your readers will be satisfied if they have an MC they can care about, or at least relate to (they don’t necessarily have to like your MC), to stick with for an entire story, and that your MC has undergone some kind of change or growth.

Feel free to share more tips to this post if you have any by reblogging it, or leave a reply or ask if you have any questions. Stay tuned for a couple of character profile posts next week where I’ll break down one MC and one side character and address these details!

Happy writing!

- Leah

#Writers #Writing #Writing Tips #Writing Advice #Main Characters #Characters #3 Tips for Creating a Memorable Main Character #Journaling

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

The Undateables Reaction to MC having a Nightmare

Pairings: Diavolo x MC, Barbatos x MC, Simeon x MC

Warnings: FEM!READER!!!, swearing?, kissing, a miniscule mention of blood and zombies lol, luke being a sweetie pie (as per usual), just comfort in general bc i’m needy, mention of a panic attack, big daddy diavolo can fucking rail me ok?

A/N: people make fun of me for liking diavolo :((  so I had to get this out of my system

Diavolo

Confused

I mean, he’s had nightmares before of course, but he’s never seen a human have one

He didn’t even know humans had the capacity to dream until a few nights before

So when he wakes up to you writhing around in the silken sheets, crying and begging some unknown entity to “please stop” and “don’t hurt him” with tears soaking your face, he was stumped

You seemed distressed so he did the only thing he could think of; wake you up

Now, this baby

He didn’t know, ok?

When he grips you firmly by the shoulders and gives you a good shake he only succeeds in scaring you a lot more

Your hand shoots up and you drag your nails across his pretty face in blind defense and wake up, tangled in mounds of silk, with a hulking figure hunched over next to you

Falling off the bed, you scramble as far as you can away from the monster and into a corner of the room

Barbatos, after hearing all the commotion, enters the room at that moment, allowing light from the hallway to flood the dark bedroom

“My lord, MC, what on earth is going on?!” He asks, noticing you crouching in the corner and he goes to you and rests a gentle hand on your shoulder, “My lady, are you alright? What did the young lord do to you?”

“Barbatos?” You whimper, tentatively peeking up from your hands.

“You can tell me, I’ll deal with him myself.”

“MC? Where’d you go, dove?” Came Diavolo’s disoriented voice from the bed, “Why’d you scratch me?”

A second later Barbatos was on his feet in a somewhat defensive stance, protecting you from any advance the demon lord could make.

You were still behind him crying less stormily, but crying nonetheless. Noticing how the butler was posed, you only started crying harder.

“Barbatos, please, i-it wasn’t him! It was me!” You said, emotion choking your sweet voice, “I h-had a bad dream and when I woke up, I hurt him!” 

Cocking a brow, the butler strode toward the light switch (i think they have electricity??) and upon flicking it on, understood what had happened.

The demon lord was still slightly hunched over on the mattress, nursing a scratched, bloody cheek, you were crouched against the far wall, sniffling and crying out of fear, the bed was a mess…

“Correct me if I’m wrong MC, did you have a nightmare?” He asked gently, “Can you move?”

“M-hm.” You nodded shakily, tears stil streaming down your flushed cheeks.

“Let me help you stand… there. Lord Diavolo, humans are fragile creatures, especially after such an ordeal. I trust you can calm her down?”

“Of course! Ah, Barbatos, would you mind getting some tea and possibly a bandage or two?”

“My thoughts exactly. I will be back promptly.”

Then the butler left the room.

Diavolo dabbed at his face with the shirt he’d discarded before getting into bed and turned to you. “MC, love, what happened?”

With a sob, you threw yourself into his arms, buried your face in his chest, and began to cry again. It was a terrible dream, all seven brothers and the rest of the devildom, including Barbatos had turned into zombies. After running and fighting for most of the dream, you and the Demon King had finally been cornered by an endless horde of zombies and slowly you realized there was no hope. Just as the brothers were about to pounce on your royal boyfriend, he’d looked behind him and said, “I’ll always love you my darling MC-” and that’s when a zombie grabbed you and started shaking you violently, effectively and abruptly rousing you and causing a minor panic attack.

Diavolo stroked your hair oh so gently until Barbatos returned with the tea and handed you a cup of the steaming, sweet-smelling liquid to calm your nerves. After taking a few teary sips, the warmth spread down to your toes almost immediately and you were able to stop crying.

“Talk to me,” He murmured, tilting his face to Barbatos while he cleaned and wrapped his wound, his amber eyes on you all the while, “What happened?”

“Bad d-dream,” You stuttered, clutching the delicate teacup with white knuckles, “The brothers got hurt, t-turned into zombies to be specific a-and it was just us but then they got you and Mammon started screaming a-and shaking me-”

“That was me, dove. I sincerely apologize, I didn’t know what was wrong, nor a way to properly handle it.” Diavolo brushed stray tears from your flushed cheeks and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, “Forgive me?”

You nodded, sighing with a body-wracking shudder and settled back into your boyfriend’s muscled arms.

“My Lord, in case this happens a second time, why don’t you ask MC how she would prefer to be roused from such a dream. These things can be traumatic for their minds, it’s best to put her at ease.”

“Indeed.” The tanned redhead nodded, holding out your empty teacup for the butler to refill, “Dearest, how can I help?”

Barbatos

Knows this happens to humans and wasn’t surprised when you had one only a few weeks into staying at the palace

Prolly read a book or seven to learn this human bs

You claimed it was only from your new surroundings at the breakfast table, as to but the Lord and his butler at ease, but Barbatos is very intuitive

In fact, he’d seen you walk from your bedroom to the bathroom, hugging a blanket around yourself and sniffling, looking very frightened for a reason he didn’t know

Now he did

Hmm

The next evening, around two in the morning, you come running out of your room crying, hoping to find someone, and eventually, you did

Thinking it was one of the brothers, you crashed into them, wrapping your arms around their waist and burying your face in their chest, crying stormily until you felt the demon awkwardly pat your head with a gloved hand

…

Lucifer didn’t wear his gloves to bed… did he?

Did he even go to bed in the first place?

Probably not

Since when did Mammon wear a tailored waistcoat to bed?

Levi smelled different too, more like tea leaves, dishsoap, and ink than the salty ocean and fabric softener you were used to

Satans forearms were thicker than these as well; hours of holding books to his face gave him a little muscle

Where was the gentle coo and giggle you always got when you snuggled with Asmo?

Where the pecs your head usually rested on when Beel gave you one of his otherworldly hugs?

Why wasn’t Belphie’s shaggy hair tickling your face?

Wait

You look up and to your horror and embarrassment, it’s Barbatos. Not Beel, or Mammon, or Asmo (who you had been hoping to see) instead, it’s an extremely handsome butler with a very concerned look on his face

“MC? What happened?”

“B-Barbatos! I-I I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You begin to back away, stuttering and tripping over your words while tears continue to soak the collar of your nightshirt, but before you can escape, gentle hands stop you.

One slender, gloved hand cups your cheek, brushing away tears, and another gently holds the small of your back.

“It’s alright, no need to apologize,” He spoke softly as not to scare you any further, “Come with me, I’ll make us some tea.”

The butler wraps you in a blanket and makes you comfy on the couch in the sitting area before starting the hot water and returning to the room.

He stood in the doorway awkwardly until you asked in a tiny voice, “Would you… would you mind s-sitting with me?”

“Of course.”

Not too close at first, but eventually after you cuddle up to his side, Barbatos settles an arm around your shoulders and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What happened?”

“Um…” You kept your eyes downcast, knowing you’d told him your dreams weren’t a big deal, but he knew.

“Dreams again?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Tell me about this one.”

“You g-got crushed by a m-massive stack of papers a-and Lord Diavolo was just laughing. I couldn’t move, I-I wanted to help, I just-” You sighed, “Th-Then a big stack of paperwork started falling toward me too a-and I woke up before I got squished. I know it’s silly and ch-childish but it was terrifying. I hope I didn’t mess up your schedule.”

“That would be rather upsetting, I’m sorry MC,” He murmured, getting up for the whistling kettle, “But don’t think like that, it’s normal. One moment please.”

You nod and sink deeper into the luxurious warm cocoon the butler had made for you. He hands you a teacup and settles down next to you once again.

“Is there anything I can do to make these dreams stop?” He asks softly, dabbing your face with a handkerchief, “The Demon Lord requested for your utmost contentment during your stay, so-”

“C-Can I stay with you?” You blurted out, quickly taking a gulp of hot tea and instantly regretting it.

Even in the dim light, your convulsing form noticed a light pink tint on his cheeks as he rushed to get you water.

Simeon

He’d only ever known Luke to have nightmares (since he is baby) so you can imagine… 

Deadass, when he wakes up to you writhing around and screaming at two in the morning, he almost called an exorcist

…

In the devildom

Does anyone else see the irony-

Nevermind

“LUKE, SOLOMON! WHAT’S WRONG WITH MC??? SHE’S CRYING AND SCREAMING ALL OF A SUDDEN, I THINK A DEAMON GOT HER-” *heavy scared boyfriend breathing*

Solomon was kicking Luke’s ass at Uno (yes, at two in the morning) so both of them follow the distressed angel back to his room

You’re awake, curled up in a little ball against the headboard, rocking back and forth and crying into Simeon’s pillow

“MC?” Luke asks, a little scared as he approaches the bed.

You lift your head just enough to see his pretty baby face and then reach for him, caressing his cheek to make sure the tiny angel was really there

“You ok?” He murmurs, resting one of his smaller hand on your own, “Bad dream I’m guessing?”

You nod, lip trembling with emotion and residual fear, “Don’t go-” You begged, “I don’t know where Simeon went…”

“I’m here love, right here.” The taller angel now knelt down next to where Luke was standing, took your other trembling hand, and pressed comforting kisses to your knuckles.

You whisper a soft ‘thank you’ to Luke and Solomon as they take their leave. As soon as the door shut behind them, Simeon slid under the blankets next to you and let you attach yourself to him like a koala while his pretty nose fell into your messy locks.

Gradually, your breathing went back to its normal, comforting tempo and you began to melt into his embrace. He seemed to radiate warmth to the very marrow of your bones and soon, everything was ok again.

“What’s troubling you so, love? What caused this?” He asks, running slender fingers through your tousled locks.

“I don’t know,” You sigh, breathing in his heavenly musk, “I guess I’ve been a lot more stressed than usual. Exams are coming up and it’s hard to study when I’m at the brother’s beck and call since they can’t get along for more than 3 seconds. Plus, these classes are a lot more difficult than the ones we have in the human world.”

The angel nods, giving you a squeeze and a reassuring kiss to the crown of your head, “I can see why. Unlike you, most humans are very simple minded and plain dumb. I’ve already learned this material because of my ranking as an angel, so if you need a tutor, I’m here to help, sweetheart.”

“I’d like that.” You smile, tender aquamarine orbs meeting your own before closing and lips meeting for a slow, sensual dance of your unbounded love for eachother. Your interlocked fingers gave a squeeze before he released you, panting.

“Anything for my seraph.”

#lol big daddy diavolo #damn hes hot #ok ill stop now #:( #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #diavolo x mc #barbatos x mc #simeon x mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall be date? #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me!

[spiderling-space]

Hi and welcome to the fandom. May I please ask for headcanons for the first years reactions on discovering that fem MC who is also they're crush, is a rhythmic gymnast.

Ngl, I had to check what rhythmic gymnast is. I learned a new phrase today. I thought every gymnasts did artistic one. The women, their dresses and their dances are so pretty??? All the shining outfits 😍😍😍😍

Warning: there is a tiny Ace’s Ghost Marriage Suit Story Part 2 spoiler in the last bullet point of Jack

PS: I feel like everyone in TW has tsundere tendencies

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Ace Trappola

This guy has hard time admitting his true feelings. He knows how he feels but he thinks showing his true emotions is weak.

Ace knows he is crushing on (Y/N). What is he doing? Confessing his feelings? Dude no that’s ridiculous thing to say.

What he does is to mess around with (Y/N).

When he thinks she has nice hair, instead of telling her that he messes with her hair just like kindergarten boy.

(Y/N) think he should be the one in kindergarten.

One day she gets fed up with his childish attitude. “You know what, Ace? I am a professional rhythmic gymnast; been practicing it as long as I know of myself.” — “Eh? What’s that supposed to mean?” — “I’ll leave it your interpretation...”

(Y/N) yeets herself away, leaving Ace alone who wonders what rhythmic gymnast is.

Ace searches internet to learn about it throughout.

When he concludes his research, he tries to understand what (Y/N) meant.

Was she threatening him because he noticed the gymnasts having strong arm and leg muscles?

Or was she flirting with him because the gymnasts were flexible?

Ace is flushed either from fear or another emotion.

He plans to conduct a scheme to get (Y/N) to perform rhythmic gymnastics.

He just wants to see if her performance is similar to the ones he saw on Internet.

Whether or not he thought about how the gymnast’s suit would look on her is unclear.

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Deuce Spade

It took some time for Deuce to talk with an actual girl. He literally couldn’t speak with (Y/N) at first.

He doesn’t know how it started but he began wanting to spend more time with her, preferably alone, trying to come up with random topics to start talking with her and when she isn’t around, he asks Grimm where she is

When he tells his mother this predicament, his mother is walking on air

“My baby is growing up so fast! Next thing I know you’ll marry that girl!”

Deuce is flustered “W-w-what are you saying mother?” Cue to his mom telling him he has a crush on you.

When Deuce comes to terms with it, he googles (Y/N)’s name and sees her name in a MagiTube video. He clicks on it and sees that she is a rhythmic gymnast!

He watches all the videos of hers.

Next time he sees her, he can’t look her in the eyes because he saw her in her glory!

He feels unprepared to confess his feelings. In a way he is correct because he can’t speak with her again.

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Jack Howl

Jack is going to Ramshackle to visit to strictly check up on (Y/N). No sir there is absolutely no other reason behind it.

My goodness he is a tsundere. He will never admit he has feelings for (Y/N); maybe he doesn’t even realize it.

When he reaches Ramshackle, his ears pick up a song coming from backyard.

He checks it out and sees (Y/N) jumping around with a ribbon on her hands.

He first thinks it’s a form of martial art so he observes how it is done.

For a moment he suspects it’s not a martial art but a sort of dance when he sees the way she twists her body. Then he dismisses it because only martial arts would require that much leg and core strength right?

When (Y/N) finishes her routine, Jack comes to her side.

With a blush on her cheeks “Were you watching me?” — “I didn’t want to interrupt your training.” — “Training?”

(Y/N) explains what she was doing then Jack becomes more curious about it and asks more questions.

He may not want to admit it but he wants to learn about (Y/N)’s interests, wanting to know her better. After all, in his culture there is only one partner in their whole lives which was something he wasn’t thinking about while chatting with her.

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Epel Felmier

Epel comes from country side where wasn’t many other activities to do other than farming.

When (Y/N) mentions she is a rhythmic gymnast, he thought it was something had to do with rhythm games he heard about.

“I thought it was called gamer?” — “Huh?” — “Aren’t you calling yourself rhythmic gymnast because you play rhythm games professionally?”

Oh sweet child of mine, Epel is embarrassed when he learns what it really means.

(Y/N) shows some of her performances.

Epel watches each video attentively, mesmerized by the beauty of her moves.

A cute blush spreads over his cheeks as sees her outfit and make up. Everything about her beautiful.

Epel now can understand how he ended up in Pomefiore, seeing beauty in (Y/N)’s performance. In fact he sees beauty in everything she does and he doesn’t know why, assuming that it was Vil and Rook’s influence on him because they talk about beauty all the time.

When (Y/N) asks if he wants to see her practice, his heart starts to beat faster for some reason.

Epel doesn’t trust his voice to not crack so he only nods

Epel needs to be given The Talk to find out what that feeling is. Who will though? Vil? Rook? Leona?

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Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek doesn’t have free time much. He is either guarding Malleus, training or studying. Recently he discovered (Y/N) is his type!

So as the most logical thing, he invites (Y/N) to training.

He doesn’t affirm the fact he wanted to show off his forming muscles and training to (Y/N).

(Y/N) accepts the offer and brings her equipment. She wore her gymnast outfit before coming to Diasomnia.

When she arrives to training center, there is only Sebek there, apparently Silver fell asleep again.

Sebek is displeased

He sees the small bag (Y/N) is carrying and asks about it.

“You invited me to train correct? I thought I could also train for rhythmic gymnastics competition.”

Sebek has never heard a competition such that.

“You’ve never seen one??? Le shock! Worry not, my friend, I’ll show you.”

(Y/N) takes off her coat and Sebek has almost an heart attack.

“HUMAN, WHERE ARE REST OF YOUR CLOTHING?!?!”

(Y/N) got used to Sebek’s booming voice. “It’s what gymnast wear, Sebek. Also I have clubs!” She takes them out of the bag and plays a song on her phone to get in the mood.

(Y/N) starts slowly but as the seconds pass, she performs complex moves.

Sebek is astonished! He had never seen such elegant and graceful movements. He didn’t think (Y/N) would be that strong, agile and coordinated.

He also wonders if she has all the bones in her body because he doesn’t think a normal human could bend their back as much as she does.

(Y/N) starts to do jumping tricks.

“DON’T LOOK AT HER!!!”

Sebek’s unexpected yell causes (Y/N) to fall on her butt.

She rubs the place as she checks out why Sebek yelled.

She understands the reason once she spots Silver.

Before Sebek could have time to adjust the idea of wearing a tight fitting, revealing body suit, Silver showed up! Of course he will try to cover Silver’s eyes!!!

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I honestly think all TW boys are a bit old fashioned, especially Diasomnia hshshw

#ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #pomefiore #diasomnia #female reader #headcanons

[nonsensical-twistedriddles]

Ooh! If asks are open, can I ask you for a mermaid reader x dorm leaders+ octanivelle? Like, its canon that the mc is from another world, so what if she is a mermaid from a world where magic barely exists? Like, she can freely turn human at will but that's about it. Assuming that everyone has a crush on her, but hasn't confessed, how would they react to the reveal?

hello hello ! asks are usually open since i don’t have request limits and i write down all the ones i wanna do in my notebooks (or save them as drafts)ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノ i get this strange sense of happiness when writing them all down with their categories and specific highlights. i hope you enjoy ! unrelated but someone said that lilia was like rei sakuma and hshshsh ive pulled out all my undead albums and started jamming to all the songs again,, call name, call name, we are undead!

📝to note: (1) i couldn’t write anything about vil ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ (2) length (and possibly comprehensibility) varies because i ran out of coffee at home and was half-asleep for most of these.

riddle rosehearts

Riddle had been reluctant to even participate in today’s swimming lesson but begrudgingly put on his attire and stood at the edge of the pool, glaring at the water as if it were an old enemy. It wasn’t a total loss, you were there-- nervously fidgeting beside him. He’s been crushing on you hard, to the point that his ears turn red and his stomach flutters with butterflies just with your presence.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see you anxiously eyeing the pool. “Are you feeling alright?” he asks you, voice laced with worry. Your reply came out garbled, like you were trying to say something but somehow forgotten how to speak. He leaves you alone then but would occasionally glance at you, concerned.

When it was time for you to showcase your swimming capabilities, all the worry Riddle had for you simply washed away the instant your legs transformed into a mermaid’s tail fin. 

He tries to be nonchalant about it but couldn’t help gawking at you as you did your laps. When you finish and settle to prop yourself up on the edge of the pool in front of him, you catch him staring at you. “It’s strange, isn’t it,” you say, sheepishly smiling to yourself as you collect your wet hair into your hands then wring all the water out of the strands.

“N-No!” he shakes his head with raised hands. “You don’t look strange at all, if anything you’re probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen-!” he blurts out, before bringing his hands up to silence his traitorous mouth. You stare at him with wide eyes. “O-Oh, I-,” you fumbled for words as your cheeks tinge red like blooming roses. “I see.”

After that, a silence settles itself in the air, rendering the two of you into amiable discomfiture.

“Rosehearts, it’s your turn!” 

Ashton’s booming voice makes you both jolt, ruining the moment. Reluctantly, he smiles at you and heads off.

leona kingscholar

You always had a weird fishy smell to you. 

At first, he thought nothing of this and continued to hang around you from time to time. “You know what her scent reminds me of?” Ruggie had told him once while handing him a sandwich from the cafeteria. “She kind of smells like the Leech brothers.” 

“What do you mean?”

Ruggie scratches the back of his head. “They’ve got that sea smell to them, you know? Like how most merfolk do.”

Since that day, he’s been trying to find out why you smelled that way. You were magicless so he wasn’t about to jump into conclusions but after doing a little digging and investigating on it for weeks, all evidence pointed to one thing. He didn’t want to pry anything out of you so he kept his mouth shut until the day you revealed it to him.

It was during PE class. You had told Leona that you wanted to tell him something before going over to the school’s swimming pool. He had played it cool and quietly waited on you to say what you wanted to tell him. 

“Leona, I’m actually a mermaid,” you say with downcast eyes while twiddling your thumbs.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I know it’s hard to believe but— wait what? You know? How?”

The surprised look on your face makes him chuckle. He gives you a moment to take it all in before going into full detail on how he found out; “You honestly reek of fish.”

azul ashengrotto

Azul thought he knew everything that there is to you. From your hobbies to your favourite music genre to your secret comfort place inside Night Raven College. You happily indulged all of his impudent questions. Yes, you preferred ice cream over cake. Yes, you were losing sleep because of Grim’s snoring. No, you don’t hate him and never thought any less of him after his overblot episode.

He liked your transparency-- admired it even. Around you, he felt like he was underwater but instead of having the constant sense of dread, he was at ease in the waters of your presence. There was never any need to worry over being judged. 

Now when you had asked him to show you around his hometown and he had told you to wear something casual, he hadn’t exactly expected you to show up as a mermaid. You were so stunning that he lost his composure just from the sight of you.

“Did you-,” he clears his voice, “Did you drink a potion?” 

Laughing, you reply, “No, this is what I really am.”

What you really were. Azul shamelessly examined you for a while as he took you to see boutiques and cafes, envious of your tail’s pale rounded scales and stylish web-like dorsal fins but all the while swooning over how breathtakingly beautiful you looked. When you had asked him if he was comfortable enough to change forms, he lets out a nervous laugh then hides his flustered face. 

“I’d rather not embarrass you.”

floyd leech

Floyd had always found you interesting, it’s why he liked to keep close to you.

Whenever you were around, his heart would thump so fast in his chest that he’d grin and run up to you. “Little shrimp~!” was his usual greeting, his voice jingly as he takes you into his arms. He’d never tell you but he liked having you in his arms, as much as it terrified you to even be enveloped in them. 

“That’s what you do when you hunt down people!” you complained, “I’m never sure if you’d just like to greet me or if I’ve done something wrong every time I see you.”

“Ah~ That’s the fun in it though!” he said, flashing his sharp teeth at you. 

When you transformed in front of him, his eyes widened in delighted surprise. He takes your mermaid form in, ooh-ing and aah-ing at “-how pretty you looked!” before taking you around Octavinelle’s waters and making you participate in make-up competitions just so that he could get to see how fast you swam or strong you were.

jade leech

Jade always had his suspicions. 

He wasn’t sure when it started but subconsciously he kept note of the things you did and said before coming into the realization that you have become someone very dear to him. You always spoke about the sea with a fondness that made it seem as if it were your home and frequently asked him to tag along with you to swim around and explore his dorm despite having already done so before. When you had asked him to wait then transformed in front of him before taking him out around Octavinelle, he couldn’t help but feel comforted at the fact that you trusted him enough to reveal this long held secret. 

“You’re not mad?” you asked him, shyly peering at him from behind a bed of seaweed. He gives you his signature Jade Leech smile, one that made it seem like he was laughing at your very notion and finding you amusingly silly. 

“No, not all,” he says, his eyes crinkling, “in fact, I feel very honored that you’ve told me.”

kalim al-asim

Kalim grew up in the land of Hot Sands where, instead of water, the waves were made of gold shimmering grains and that “swimming” in it would leave you parched and drenched in sweat (he would know, he learned that the hard way!). Now swimming always brought a smile to his face. Partying in pools and sharing laughs with your friends, those were certainly fun!

Though today’s visit to the pool was more of an academic requirement than a time for leisure, Kalim still beamed brighter than any star because he was taking his PE swimming class with the light of his heart: you!

Like a toddler, he swung his feet over the edge of the pool and dipped them into the water beside you. “Aaahhh~ Today’s going to be a really great day!” he twitters on, making you chuckle at his childlike enthusiasm. “Really? Why’s that?” you ask him, sinking your own two legs into the pool and looking at him intently. Kalim, suddenly growing self conscious because of your gaze, looks away and rubs the back of his neck. “Well-” he starts, letting his confidence ease back into him as he meets your eyes, “because I’ll be swimming with you!”

You blink at his words. For a second, you stare at him in surprise but his smile gets to you and makes you laugh. “Yeah, it does feel kinda great.”

When Ashton calls you up to the platform, Kalim positions himself at the other end of the pool and cheers you on. “Go Y/N! Go~!”

Ashton’s whistle blows a second later, making you jump. Kalim eyes widen as he watches you transform mid-air before plunging into the pool. When you surfaced, his heart was sent into a frenzy. Your hair and scales twinkled and your eyes, bright and demure-- you looked like a goddess, emerging from the sea to claim his soul. 

The second you change back and dried off, he pops up beside you with gleaming eyes and bombards you with countless praises and questions: “You looked so cool!” “Can you control your shift?” “Your scales were such a pretty bright colour!” “Do you think we can go to sea adventures together?”

idia shroud

Idia didn’t really want to be here.

The only reason he was was because his brother insisted on it and managed to drag him to class before he could properly lock the door. If he knew that PE today was going to be a swimming class, he would’ve persisted to not come at all.

“Ah, this sucks,”Idia mutters under his breath as thoughts of what could have happened if he weren’t here swarmed his mind, feeding into his growing bitterness. Clicking his tongue, he folds his legs into his chest and frowns into his knees then stares at the clear shimmering surface of the pool water.

“What sucks?”

Idia jolts at the sound of your voice in his ear. He moves his head a fraction to the right and somehow almost kisses you with how close your face was to his. Instead your noses touch, surprising you both. “Y-Y-N?” your name sputters out of his lips as his face flushes at the sight of your smile. He squirms to get away from you but only manages to get a few breaths in before slipping.

As he lays on the ground, feeling completely defeated, he brings a forearm over to cover his eyes from the sun’s mocking glare. Ah, the gods are so cruel.

“Idia, are you okay?”

“Aghhhhhhhhhh...”

You helped him up and, though he kept his head low while quietly cursing the gods, he seemed okay. Idia knew you wanted to stay with him out of kindness but when Ashton signaled your group to the platforms, you gave him a small smile and reluctantly headed over to the other end of the pool. 

Without you near him anymore, Idia found the strength to breathe again. Quietly, he makes his way over to a secluded corner to rest while keeping his eyes trained on you in the distance. He watches as your complexion changes and thin colourful appendages grow out of your arms and intertwined legs. Along with the heated gaze of the sun, all the shimmering lights that bounced off your scales and illuminated the tiles into a frenzy of dancing colours dizzied him to the point of passing out. As he slips into the depths of his consciousness, a thought echoes in his mind that was far too overwhelming for him to even continue to think about. 

My crush is a mermaid.

malleus draconia

You and “Tsuno tarou” were running away from a couple of students that he claims to be after him and somehow managed to to end up hiding behind a rock formation in the outskirts of the Octavinelle dorm. He had used some kind of magic of the two of you to prevent drowning and getting wet and though you were impressed by his incredible magic capabilities, you had no time to express your amazement as he quietly drags you away to hide.

“Why on earth are they after you anyways?” you asked Tsuno tarou, who shrugs from behind you. “They like to keep me under close surveillance.” he replies curtly before peering over your shoulder to watch your two chasers bicker and look around the area. You puckered out your lips at his complete lack of explanation, turning to face him with folded arms, “What do you mean by that? Just-,”

“There! I see someone!” one of them exclaims from behind you, causing you to turn back around and catch a pair of blue eyes staring right at you.

You internally groan as the two of them start swimming towards your hiding place. “Well, I suppose there’s no way out of this. It’s a shame that I’ll have to stop seeing you every night,” Tsuno tarou says from behind you, disappointed. Huffing at his gutted attitude, you face him and take hold of his forearm.

“You and I both know that it’d just be the gargoyles you’d miss because you think that the moonlight ‘encapsulates their pulchritude’,” you tell him before taking in a deep breath and closing off all of your thoughts. “You better start talking about all this later, Tsuno tarou.”

He gives you a confused look then opens his mouth as if to tell you something but you look away and concentrate on transforming. When bands of scales erupted to replace the soft surface of your skin and your legs coiled into each other, you pulled on his weight and began swimming away as fast as you could.

To Malleus, you looked mystical. He didn’t know that you were a mermaid but wasn’t all too shocked to see you transform and gracefully dart across the ocean floor with him in tow. “I meant what I said about missing you Y/N,” he says, catching your attention. You let yourself look back at him for a brief moment before averting your gaze from the intensity of his stare; he told you the truth. Your cheeks grow warm despite the coolness of the water. 

“Oh…”

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #dorm leaders #headcanons #soriwrites #im so sleepy #no more coffee at home #octavinelle #savanaclaw #heartslabyul #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #scarabia

[toglidethroughlife]

Brighter Than Any Star:

An intimate look at everyone’s new favorite bass player

(or the blades band au that nobody asked for)

*inspired by @iaraiumi‘s STUNNING guitarist tyril art (here)

tyril-centric and tyril x mc bc this would be 7k+ words if i didn’t focus on just one of them but i tried to give everyone a moment in the spotlight. credits to a fic i read from the 100 fandom years ago for the format

used my f!elf mc ryllea graywater for this (though i guess this is kind of a modern au idk asjdla); also i don’t play any musical instruments i’m sorry in advance for butchering any of the technical parts 😬

Tyril Starfury — with his red silk shirts and slicked back hair — looks every bit the part of a rock god on stage with the rest of BLADES; but here, in the confines of their tour bus, he is a quiet presence, calmly sipping tea in the corner with a notepad and pen in his hands, his mind far away in the early hours of the morning.

If you had told me eighteen months ago that I would be shadowing Broadway darling Tyril Starfury as he traveled cross-country with his new rock band, I would have laughed and called you preposterous.

And yet, here I am, witness to the madness.

Nia Ellarious, the band’s youngest member and resident pianist, offers me a cup of the same tea as Starfury’s, telling me to enjoy the quiet with an almost apologetic smile.

I understand what she means not long after.

(There’s no such thing as a quiet morning in the world of Mal Volari.)

Every bit as charming and flamboyant as his on-stage persona, Volari greets the entire bus a good morning with flourish, throwing both me and Ellarious a magnetic smile before slipping towards the coffee machine with exceptionally light feet. (More on that later.) He taps on every available surface while he waits for his coffee to brew, humming softly as if figuring out a melody right there on the spot.

If Starfury is bothered by Volari’s banging and humming, he makes no show of it, paying him no mind as he continues to scribble in his notepad.

Ellarious beams as the scene plays out in front of her. “It’s not every day that they don’t get on each other’s nerves,” she explains. “Especially in the morning.”

It’s around this time — almost noon now — that Ryllea Graywater, lead guitarist and vocalist, wakes and joins the group, heading straight towards Volari and the cup of coffee in his hand.

“Thanks,” she winks as she takes the cup from him, shooting Volari a shit-eating grin that he returns easily, already procuring another cup for himself.

It should be noted that Graywater doesn’t seem to talk to anyone until she’s had at least one cup of coffee, choosing instead to slide in beside Starfury in the dining booth, eyes darting towards the notepad he’s writing on. They kind of just... sit there, minding their own business amidst the chaos that is the rest of the bus.

(Volari’s launched into an animated story about the inspiration behind last year’s summer hit, “Contessa, Contessa”, but I can’t help being drawn to the more quiet story unfolding behind him in the dining booth.)

Slinging one arm against the backrest of Starfury’s seat, Graywater casually invites herself into his space, a thoughtful smile on her lips as she looks over the notepad in his hand. There’s an openness between them that tells me that this isn’t a new occurrence, a comfortable ease in the way they seem to be engaging in a wordless conversation.

“He’s kind of really private,” I recall the younger Starfury sibling, Adrina, telling me about his creative process years ago, at the release party for his collab album with then rumored girlfriend and writing partner Kaya Duskraven. “He’s always been a perfectionist. Doesn’t really let anyone other than Kaya hear anything until it’s finished.”

But there’s no trace of that here, in this quiet moment with Graywater, bright, almost triumphant smiles on their faces as she picks up a pen and scribbles something on the pad too, immediately tapping out a melody against the table as if to test-run it by Starfury.

The smile he gives her is glowing.

I look away — suddenly feeling like an intruder in their private moment — catching the tail-end of Volari’s Contessa story, right before Imtura (no publicly released surname) accidentally slams me against the wall when the bus makes a rocky turn.

“Oof, sorry there little guy.” She raises both hands in apology before heading straight for the coffee machine, haphazardly dumping its contents into a generous-sized mug before immediately proceeding to consume said coffee as she plunks onto the other end of the dining booth.

And that’s how the first morning of me shadowing BLADES goes.

Ellarious tells me I’m lucky it was a good one.

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With over 16 years of experience under his belt, Tyril Starfury has been in the music and entertainment industry far longer than the rest of the BLADES members combined. At the tender age of nine, he won his first piano competition, regarded highly for his precision at such a young age. He would continue to play competitively until he discovers a new love — musical theater.

It’s no surprise that Starfury ends up on Broadway — he comes from a long line of revered artists, all of them regarded as geniuses of their time. Though some would argue that his family name opened doors that would otherwise be unavailable, no one could deny that it was his clear, soaring baritone and unrelenting work ethic that kept him on stage.

It’s on this stage that he met young Kaya Duskraven, an understudy in one of his shows, prompting a fruitful five-year partnership spanning two EPs and a mini-concert series, Stars in the Dusk.

(The name was a little on the nose, but the critics loved them all the same.)

The two shared such a comfortable rapport, on and off-stage, that they naturally sparked dating rumors — Starfury was always quick to deny them.

No one could have expected the partnership to end on such a bitter note.

To this day, no one knows the real reason behind their fallout — Starfury walked out in the middle of their televised performance without apology or explanation — though there have been no shortage of rumors and theories, a lot of them involving one Eleryn Rosecoven, better known in the industry as Shadow Court bassist dXenia.

I tried to bring it up once, after several bottles of beer have been consumed and the band is swapping stories over s’mores made over the tour bus stove.

I’ve never been shut out so fast in my life.

There’s an audible crack from the s’more now crushed in Imtura’s hand, her piercing amber eyes seemingly driving a death sentence into mine. Volari sighs disapprovingly (and dramatically) at me, and even Ellarious — friendly, cheery Nia — looks at me with a pointed glare, turning off the stove, signaling the end of s’mores night.

“I would prefer not to comment,” Starfury nods at me, years of practiced courtesy showing in his tone and all I want in that moment is for the earth to swallow me whole.

Graywater follows when he excuses himself from the group. Everyone else avoids me like the plague.

It’s hours later when Starfury and Graywater return to the bus — I pretend to have fallen asleep in the dining booth in hopes that I can avoid their fury until the morning — but Graywater approaches me with two cups of tea in hand, an unreadable expression on her face.

She slides over one cup to me — if the scalding temperature of the tea is intentional, she makes no obvious show of it.

“Look,” she begins with an exasperated sigh. “I know you’re only doing your job here. And we did agree to this article, so I’m sorry if things got a little tense back there.” She pauses, as if considering her next words carefully. “We’ve all lived moments in our lives that we’re not proud of. Tyril’s had to live his in front of the public eye. He’ll talk about it when he feels ready to... but his past doesn’t define him, none of ours do.”

I nod, understanding that this is the last we’ll speak of the subject. She smiles as if in truce, telling me that I don’t have to banish myself to the dining booth and that no one will pull any pranks on me if I sleep in the shared bedroom.

I barely catch any sleep anyway.

There’s a ferocity in the way they protect each other that I didn’t notice at first — it could be subtle sometimes, like in the way Volari always checks in with each of the band members every night before going to bed (even though Starfury usually brushes him off); or in the way Imtura always makes sure every one stays hydrated (feel free to interpret that however you wish, whichever way is true); or in the way Ellarious always has some form of baked good running in the oven, more often someone else’s favorite rather than her own.

(I learn the hard way that no one is allowed to get in between Imtura and her cupcakes. No one.)

It’s also plain as day whenever they’re on stage together, their set list a carefully curated show that highlights each member’s strengths without anyone getting overworked. Everyone’s always quick to catch each other whenever they hit snags along the road — there’s a moment in one of the shows when Volari’s mic suddenly gets cut off and Starfury swoops in without missing a beat, a small nod of the former’s head seemingly the only cue he needs, the trust between them implicit.

When I had asked earlier why he’d joined BLADES, Starfury simply shrugged, as if it was no big deal.

“It was by accident. I happened to be at one of their shows and they needed a bass player. We kind of just… worked and we’ve played together ever since.”

But this kind of chemistry doesn’t just happen by accident. No, this is the product of months and months of hard work, of opinions clashing and arguments spanning days before sitting down and realizing it’s not impossible to see eye to eye; it’s battles won and battles lost together, respect earned and trust merited.

To call them just another band seems too small a word almost. Insufficient.

They’re kind of like a family.

(If your typical family involved regular knife and axe-throwing contests, that is.

... it’s best not to ask.)

-

Tensions are high backstage at Deadwood Festival Grounds.

Volari has been pacing around non-stop. Ellarious looks like she’s using every bit of her willpower not to bite her fingernails. Imtura keeps violently tapping her drumsticks together. Starfury’s got his arms crossed in a corner, brows furrowed.

Graywater is doing a handstand for no apparent reason.

The anxiety is understandable — tonight’s a crucial moment for the band.

With only one more show before the grand finale at Whitetower Stadium, all the bands are doing their best to retain the crowd’s favor, each playing well-established fan favorites, saving the riskier song choices for the finale.

That is, everyone except BLADES.

They’re planning to debut two new songs tonight, both of which written solely by Starfury.

It’s a ballsy move on its own — no one’s exactly itching to drop the ball on their fans this close to the end — but add in the fact that Starfury hasn’t released any solo-written music since the Duskraven fallout and you’ve got the makings of a battle that could either go incredibly right or disastrously wrong.

Let’s back up a bit.

After the Duskraven breakup, Starfury had gone into something of a hiatus (if that’s what you call disappearing off the face of the entertainment industry) before dropping the 13-track self-written album, “Honor,” without prior notice or promotion. Fans were ecstatic to hear from him after his sudden break, but critics were less enthused, calling the album ‘a brash, arrogant attempt at flipping the metaphorical finger at Duskraven that ultimately falls short’, noting the clear absence of Duskraven’s touch in his music — all technicality, no soul.

Starfury’s penned a couple of songs with BLADES since, spanning genres as colorful and diverse as its writers, but there hasn’t been a solo venture since Honor, leaving long-time Starfury fans anxious to hear him take lead again.

Graywater calls everyone into a circle, locking eyes with Starfury as she gives his hand a squeeze.

She makes a speech that I‘m not privy to — but everyone is visibly more resolute after she speaks, each raising their fists to meet in the middle of the circle.

“I’m honored to be on this journey with you all,” I hear Starfury share, a glittering smile spreading on Volari’s lips at the statement.

“I knew you liked us!” he says, crossing the circle to throw an arm around Starfury’s shoulders, pulling him close.

“Group hug!” Ellarious laughs and Imtura closes the circle into a solid embrace.

Starfury appears to be in shock — as if this is the first time this has happened — but he recovers quickly, a quietly contented smile on his face.

The last streaks of daylight have disappeared by the time they’re called to stage, the crowd restless from a long afternoon under the blistering heat.

Darkness has fallen.

But then the opening chords to fan-favorite “Murderous Masquerade” cut through the evening air, a flurry of flashing lights bursting through the sky, and the Deadwood comes alive.

Volari takes center stage in his flashy black and gold ensemble, working the crowd with such ease that it’s no question why he’s been dubbed the band’s de facto showman — he’s frankly just mesmerizing to watch.

Next up is “The Priestess and the Warrior,” an epic tale crammed into four and a half minutes of heart-racing drum beats — provided by the insanely talented Imtura — with a tender piano-driven bridge near the close, Ellarious’ heartbreaking vocals driving the whole thing home.

Graywater takes lead in the third number, “Flirting with Monsters,” a delicate neo R&B number that sounds nothing like the title suggests, her earnest, airy vocals lulling you into a comfortable, almost dream-like state as she entices her lover to stay.

The one thing common between the seemingly weird mishmash of genres is Starfury’s steady bassline, providing a much needed thread of cohesion to the set list. Where Volari, Imtura, Graywater, and even Ellarious tackle their music with the raw aggression of fresh blood on stage, Starfury attacks with quiet, seasoned finesse, his expertise evident in tracks like “Watch your back (or I’ll watch it for you)” and “Drakna Queen” — two unconventionally energetic numbers that would be difficult to listen to live if not for Starfury’s sure hand bringing them harmony.

“Alright, we’re gonna slow things down for a bit,” Graywater announces, eyes sparkling with excitement as she looks at Starfury. “Tyril’s got a new song and we want you guys to be the first to hear it.”

By now, I’ve seen enough of Starfury’s performances to say that he’s not a nervous performer. Even in the earlier stages of his career, there was always a quiet assuredness about him — which could have also been easily called arrogance — and while that’s still present now, there’s something different about the way he interacts with the crowd, a sense of humility present in the way he put his hands together and gives them a brief bow before he sits himself in front of the piano.

“I would like to dedicate this to a person very special to me,” he begins, his fingers gentle on the keys, a soft, lilting melody dancing in the air.

(He’s not even the least bit subtle about the way he looks at Graywater.)

“She has reminded me, time and again, that hope and love, when we allow it, can shine the brightest light in the dark.” Graywater shakes her head as if to shrug in nonchalance, but she meets his eyes dead on, her smile beaming with pride.

Turning to the crowd, Starfury adds, “I hope this gives you as much joy as you’ve given me. This one’s called ‘Kilvali.’”

For the next minute, it’s just Starfury and the piano, the world quiet as his voice fills the air. If there was ever any doubt that Starfury had lost his vocal prowess, there wouldn’t be any now. His voice is clear and strong — reaching even the farthest row of people on the music grounds — albeit with a softness now that I’ve never heard from him before, his attachment to his music feeling infinitely more personal.

“All my moments with you are worth whatever pain that came before,” he sings, his voice soaring as the rest of the band join him in the second verse. The performance is even more powerful with the added instrumentation.

Tiny cellphone flashlights illuminate the crowd as they sway their hands in time to the song, the emotion in Starfury’s voice rolling out in waves.

Twitter user @notmxwllbmnt13 sums it up nicely:

SJSKJSJSK TYRIL STARFURY KILLED ME TONIGHT!! ALL!! THE!! FEELS!!

(It really was beautiful.)

The crowd cheers as the song draws to a close, but the battle’s not over yet (as Starfury would tell me himself later) — the true test lying in whether or not his second song proves a testament to his newfound voice in songwriting… or if it’s just a one-time stroke of luck.

“If it’s alright with you, we’d like to play you another new one,” he says and the applause is deafening when he turns over the mic to Volari, the latter pulling him into a one-armed hug before taking to the crowd.

If Duskraven’s interviews post-breakup are to be believed, Starfury has never — not once — written a song that wasn’t intended for himself. (She claimed to have co-written plenty of solos for Starfury, but he allegedly never returned the favor.) A quick glance at his repertoire would make this allegation appear true.

“It is true,” he tells me simply when I bring it up later in the tour bus. (Despite the coolness of his voice, I notice him shift a little in his seat.) “I was... unconfident, extending my words to other artists like that. I was also prideful and arrogant — afraid to face the judgment and criticism of my peers, and for that, I truly am sorry to Kaya. She deserved better from me as a partner.”

It seems Starfury has taken that incident to heart. Listening to “Purple Dreams” with Volari’s teasing falsetto on the forefront, it becomes clear that Starfury wrote this with the former’s vocals in mind, the flirtatious mix of his sassy vocal riffs and playful onstage antics giving the song a delicious, intoxicating energy.

It’s probably the most experimental I’ve heard from Starfury as a writer, both in terms of lyricism and melody.

“I’ve learned a lot this last year, creating music with BLADES,” he explains. “Not only did I find a new perspective on songwriting thanks to them, but my bandmates also gave me the courage to try things outside of my comfort zone and to allow myself to make mistakes. They inspire me.”

Years ago, he was dubbed as stiff and awkward outside of the theater stage, with Duskraven providing all the charm in their partnership, but now, on stage with BLADES — as Volari points his sultry gaze at him, singing his own lyrics to him — Starfury smirks, leaning ever so slightly against the showman as his hands tease along the guitar strings, driving the crowd wild.

It’s clear by the end of the song that Starfury has won over the crowd, and for once, he actually seems to revel in it, his smile beaming as he takes in the applause.

The rest of the band are even more thrilled for him, each leaving their posts to engulf him in another hug.

He doesn’t hesitate this time, allowing the fond gesture in front of their adoring crowd, each of them savoring the quiet moment, and I think, out of all the times I’ve seen Starfury on stage, this has to be my favorite version of him.

In the company of his friends, lifting and supporting each other, Tyril Starfury shines brighter than any star.

“We haven’t talked about what we’re doing after yet,” Starfury admits when I ask him about the future of BLADES after Morella Fest. (Each of the members are also solo artists in their own right, after all.) “But whatever happens at the end of the tour, we’ll always have each other, regardless of whether the band continues or not. I can’t imagine my life without these people now and I hope I never have to.”

He’s smiling as he says this, watching his bandmates fight over the last levenfruit before he excuses himself to join them, Graywater and Ellarious easily making space for him in the dining booth, Volari and Imtura rounding out the little world that now seems completely their own.

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This article also appears in BLADES: The Most Ambitious Crossover Event in Morella Music History. You can find the full feature on www - kadethebard - com.

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tagging: @sophie-summer ✨

#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #tyril starfury #tyril x mc #playchoices fanfic #reposting bc i am dumb and have a fake external link in the fic that made tumblr hidethis from the tags #bonus hc: #threep is there even tho i didnt get to include him #he’s a stray that just showed up one day and no remembers who fed him first #(it was mal) #but they keep feeding him anyway and he kind of just stays and travels with them #kade has caught each of them talking to threep (when they think no one is looking) #as if the cat could talk back #EDIT: why wont this show up in the tags im stresseddddd #my fic

[dudeandduchess]

Hi there! Anon here..lol So, I have a request for Iguro Obanai (• ▽ •) MC (preferably female) low-key declares Mitsuri a love rival (oh Lord! ヘ（。□°）ヘ) Reader is mad extra - she just wants to be noticed by snek papi! She greets him with his favorite treats every pillar meeting -but look! He didn't even notice! She offers to go on missions with him - oh..Mitsuri already volunteered? After pining after him for so long she starts to back off... until he confesses. Turns out Mitsuri (1/2)

Ahhh, hello, bby! Okay, I had so much fun writing this as well. Bc hey, it’s mild angst and I’ve always loved writing angsty stuff. And no worries at all; I kind of like having a rough guideline to go by, bc it lessens the strain of having to figure out a mild subplot. But anything’s fine with me. Ahaha. Thank you sooo much for requesting this, and I hope you like it. :D xx

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Reader Having a Crush on Iguro and Declaring Kanroji as a Rival (SFW Scenario):

“I don’t care, nee-chan. Mitsuri’s my rival for Obanai’s love— and there’s nothing that you can say that will make me change my mind,” (Y/n) declared irately, as she sat next to her sister on the engawa. Both of them were snacking on senbei, but it was more like (Y/n) was demolishing the crispy treats with every bite.

“You’re approaching this from a very immature perspective, (Y/n),” Akane— the older one of the (L/n) siblings— mused in a knowing manner. “Isn’t she your friend? You’re the Lightning Hashira; you’re supposed to set an example.”

Completely undeterred from her declaration, (Y/n) shook her head, before gnashing another chunk of senbei between her teeth. “She was my friend; until she started being too friendly with Obanai. They’re always together! And whenever Oyakata-sama asks for volunteers to go with Obanai, she’s always the first one to get chosen. It’s unfair!”

Akane chuckled at her sister’s predicament, then reached out and patted the top of her head. “If it’s so unfair, then why don’t you just move on to someone else? That boy who always visits you is cute. What was his name… uh… Rengoku?”

“Kyō-chan is like a brother to me. He doesn’t make me feel the way Obanai does.”

“Well, if you put it like that… then, try one more time. And then promise me that you’re going to stop trying to get him to notice you, if your attempt today fails. Okay, (Y/n)?” With those words hanging in the air, Akane pulled her sister close to her and laid her head on her shoulder. She then began stroking (Y/n)’s hair, more to comfort her than anything else.

“It’s just not fair, nee-chan. I loved him first.”

“That’s love, (Y/n). You know what okaa-san used to tell us, remember?” Akane began softly, as she kept lightly scratching her nails against the Hashira’s scalp.

And, after a brief pause, the sisters simultaneously spoke— with the younger one being more sullen than usual, “Some people are sent to you by the gods, so that they can teach you what you need to learn. While some people are given to you by the gods, so they can take care of you forever. There’s no telling whom was sent for what, so you will have to trust your own instincts and know when to keep on fighting, and when to give up.”

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Once the hour for the Hashira meeting had rolled around, (Y/n) could not hold in her nerves. She walked into the garden at the Demon Slayer Headquarters, with her head held high and her back ramrod straight— all while her fingers curled tightly around the bento she had made for Obanai.

She’d paid particular attention to which foods he liked and disliked, and with every meeting, she always brought a bento for him. Only, he never seemed to notice her efforts— so she always ended up giving the bentos to Rengoku.

Her gaze roamed around the expansive space, only to land on the man who made her heart race: Iguro Obanai.

Iguro was lounging on his favorite tree in the garden, when he spotted (Y/n). She was carrying another bento, and was headed straight for him— which caused a blush to immediately flare up across his cheeks.

“Hello, Obanai-san,” The Lightning Hashira greeted with a bright smile. She then held up the bento in her hands, with the same sincere affection he’d always picked up from her. “I made this for you.”

While (Y/n) may have looked calm and collected on the outside, she wanted to scream on the inside. Every second that passed with Iguro just staring at her made her nervous and sad; it gnawed a hole in her heart, which she knew she was most likely never going to mend.

The pair stared at each other, with (Y/n)’s smile slowly faltering. And when the Snake Hashira made no move to get the proffered container, that was when (Y/n) knew that it was time to give up.

So, with a gracious bow, she whispered— all while barely restraining her urge to cry, “Sorry for wasting your time, Iguro-san.”

And with those words, she turned on her heel and walked away from him with as much dignity as she could muster.

Even though she wanted to just lay down on her bed and cry her heart out, she couldn’t— because she still had a meeting to attend.

Of course she sat through the entire meeting, with her comrades shooting her and Iguro some weird looks. As (Y/n) was extremely tuned in to their boring topic of internal budgets, when before she would shamelessly shoot adoring gazes at the Snake Hashira, whom sat beside her.

Iguro could also feel the change in the air. Frankly, it unnerved him, as he had always harbored feelings for (Y/n) but was just too shy to confess to her. He feared that he may have accidentally dealt the final blow to their nonexistent relationship with his inept reaction earlier.

He had been so tongue-tied that he couldn’t muster up the energy— or the brain cells— to make his hands move. His heart had pounded so hard in his chest, because the woman he’d always liked had made another effort to garner his affections.

Little did she know that she already had them.

And once the meeting was over, Iguro was sure that he had singlehandedly ruined the one good thing he’d had with (Y/n).

She tried to be discreet about it, but it was obvious to him that she was avoiding him. Hell, it pissed him off; but the proverbial icing on the cake was when she gave the bento— which was filled with food for him— to the Flame Hashira.

Iguro wanted to scream when he saw that transpire with his own eyes. And then he wanted to shove Rengoku aside, when he saw the other man laugh heartily before wrapping his arms around (Y/n).

“I told you to confess to her already,” Kanroji’s familiar voice echoed in Iguro’s ears.

Anger bubbled up within the young man at his friend’s suggestion; anger at himself, not anger towards her. He had been too stubborn and shy to act on his own feelings, which was why he felt like (Y/n) had suddenly given up on him.

He could only look on as (Y/n) and Rengoku exchanged banter, and when a loud and heartfelt laugh bubbled from her lips, something snapped within him— and he found himself walking towards her.

“Oh, hello, I-” (Y/n) couldn’t even finish her flaky sentence, as Iguro had turned her to face him and slammed his lips against hers. It was kind of awkward with his bandages in the way, but it served to get the reaction he wanted: her face flushed and her eyes misty with desire.

However, even with (Y/n)’s heart pounding frantically inside her chest, irritation and mild embarrassment simmered within her. “How dare you-!?”

Once more, she was cut off when the Snake Hashira spoke over her, “I like you, (Y/n). I’ve always liked you.”

Wide-eyed and completely in shock, the young woman’s eyes darted from the man in front of her, to the Love Hashira who stood a few paces away behind him. “But you and Mitsuri-chan… you two…”

“She was helping me find a way to confess to you,” Obanai answered her unspoken question, which made a blush color her cheeks— all the way up to the tips of her ears.

“I… well… this is awkward,” (Y/n) whispered under her breath, which was still heard by all their comrades. And when she heard the first few vestiges of laughter, it suddenly dawned on her that she and Iguro hadn’t exactly been private with their altercation.

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[honeyhellsbells]

Hello~! I was just wondering, if you could make headcanons for obey me! characters (brothers + undatables) with a MC who looks like amazonian? Like curvy and muscly and can hold her ground. Thank you if you decide to do this!! 🌹❤️

Not gonna lie, this one was a tough one for me since I’m neither tall, nor muscly nor can I stand my ground :D I still hope that I somehow managed to make this sound believable :)

Lucifer

Not gonna lie for a moment he was a little intimidated. When he had heard that a human exchange student was to arrive, well apart from Solomon, had had thought about the petite and fragile little things he had come to know. But as the portal spat you out, he was not faced with someone a few heads smaller than him, but with a straight out tank of a woman. Almost eye to eye with him and with thighs that could crush a mans head and arms to rival those of Beelzebub. Of course you were still a human, a female of a race so far inferior to his so how dangerous could you actually be? Quite dangerous as it turns out once he saw a demon sailing by that had dared challenge you. And while he still prefers the dominant role both in and out of bed, he is aware that you are quite close to equal in the strength department and sometimes getting manhandled into submission can be quite fun even for him. (as long as nobody finds out)

Mammon

Please step on me...no but seriously he might just start crying out of reflex the first few times you turn towards him a little too fast. He doesn't like to admit that he feels like you are far more intimidating than him, even if he was physically stronger than you. He does show it though, mostly by always standing ever so slightly behind you when by your side but still ready to go in swinging should the situation demand it. Though your relationship still feels like a dream come true to him, after all, not only are you willing and able to defend him when he gets bullied yet again but you also give him the affection he so desperately wants and needs. He might just feel like he has ascended to heaven again if you allow him to dom you in bed too.

Leviathan

Wait, isn't he supposed to be the manly strong manly man that scoops up his dainty damsel in distress to save her from harm? Isn't that how it usually goes in anime and movies? Why were you then the one who broke the demons nose that wanted to steal his new figurine he had just bought? And why was he the one in your arms being carried away and not the other way around? Situations like those aren't rare in your relationship and while you might not mind being more of the brawn between the two of you, he often gets jealous of your strength. But a lot of cuddling and comfort can do wonders and soon you find the compromise that takes the cake: while you are the real life heroine he will always cheer you on and in return defend you from those mean online bullies in the games you enjoy together by reducing them to ash with his absolutely overpowered character that looks suspiciously like you.

Satan

He is not quite sure about this at first. While he does find you quite charming and is rather impressed just with your stature alone, your attitude is rather concerning. He knows that he is rather prone for violent outbursts of anger and he knows that you know too. And yet here you are, pestering him even after he told you to leave him alone to stew in peace and get his bearing only to stare him down as his demon form unavoidably made an appearance. Of course he would be more than happy to wipe that irritated expression of your face but your firm stance and unintentional flexing of muscles makes him think twice, since an actual fist fight might not end that well for him either. He will never be quite content with that arrangement but he still loves you dearly and your firm hand on his shoulder has kept him from doing something stupid out of anger more than once.

Asmodeus

You can probably already guess why this demon enjoys your strength so much. It's not too common for him that he has a female partner that can back up this dominant attitude with muscles. He's a true switch at heart so having someone who is able to pin him to the wall just like that or hold him down if he starts getting impatient when he is not supposed to...once you entered this demons bedroom it's unlikely that he will let you go any time soon. But after all there is more to him than his Lust which most people seem to forget. While sex is nice and wonderful, feeling loved and protected is something Asmodeus craves more than anything. And seeing you knock out a disgruntled past flame of his without breaking a sweat before you pull him to your chest and run your fingers through his hair makes his heart fuller than anything else ever could.

Beelzebub

Finally! Finally he has someone he doesn't have to worry about damaging when things get a little heated. He just loves to use you as his personal weight to build up and maintain those impressive muscles of his and you might just get an adorable tiny squeal of delight out of him if you do the same to him. More than once the two of you have just straight up destroyed a table when one slammed the fist of the other down too hard while armwrestling and even Lucifer and Diavolo wouldn't dare to fight two of you with combined force. If you love his brothers just as much as he does and have a healthy appetite, you are the partner he could've only dreamed of.

Belphegor

„Please carry me I'm tired.“ That's a phrase you hear far too often from this demon, well after the few attempts on your life he had planned and not been able to go through, both physically and mentally. Since then your relationship had mellowed out considerably and he of course took advantage of your strength wherever he could, making you carry him whenever he didn't feel like walking. This little brat merely needed one display of your true strength to learn that you would not be so easily bossed around. And while he was still a brat afterwards, he was now one with a healthy dose of respect for you.

Simeon

Wow, humans really come in all shapes in sizes, he was right! This cinnamon roll is so impressed by you it's almost comical. He adores humans but unfortunately doesn't have as much contact with them as he would like. And while he has of course seen angels and demons of your stature before it's like he has been led to a whole new world when he first laid eyes on you. He's a friendly and curious angel so with your permission he could spend hours running his eyes and fingers over your skin to see what is hidden underneath, always excited to feel your muscles tense as you flex them only to press his hands to his own body to compare the two of you. If you really want to make his day, hoist him up on your shoulder and spin him around until he can't stand up straight anymore.

Luke

If he felt small before, now he feels straight out tiny. But why would he need to be the tall one if he has a really really big sister now that is scary enough for the two of you if need be? And while some demons might still laugh at him when he stands next to you, legs slightly apart and arms crossed to mimick your stance, they for sure will stop once you crack your knuckles or just flatten them into a pancake right away. Of course the piggyback rides are a giant plus as well and he is always sure to surprise you with self made sweets to show his adoration for his giant little sister.

Barbatos

Yes you sure can lift, but can you lift the responsibility that rests on his shoulders as well? Seriously this butler is overworked  as much as he could physically be not just with his employment to Diavolo but also with making sure that no catastrophy would end up happening in the near future. (or at least not one he wasn't involved in in the first place) So having someone who can help him do the heavy lifting every once in a while or massage the pains out of his muscles with enough pressure that would usually shatter a human bone is more he could ever ask for. Out of all the demons he is most likely the one who could defend himself the most efficiently, but watching you do the punching is just so satisfying that he is more than content to let you take the lead.

Diavolo

Oh this demon is having the time of his life. Not only does he have less to worry about when it comes to your safety in this dangerous place, but he has also found someone he could consider worthy of becoming his queen. Well, not that he would deny any human the pleasure of being by his side should the chemistry fit just right but someone that could pack one hell of a punch and refused to take shit from anybody? He was ready to throw himself at your feet and propose then and there the first time he saw you stand up to Lucifer. (which was probably in the first five minutes of meeting him)

Solomon

He's old and he has seen some shit in his time but your mere presence made him rethink many of the schemes he had planned to involve you in. He might be a powerful sorcerer but he isn't too keen to find out how much damage you could dish out before he would be able to stop you. And after all, having you completely on his side instead of taking advantage of you would be so much better for the both of you. Be prepared to be included in his studies, always trying to enhance your strength with magic if you're up for it. Still, he is a rather shady individual with ulterior motives for most of his decisions but once the two of you have established some trust between the two of you, you are a force to be reckoned with.

#request #scenario #headcanon #imagine #obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #beelzebub #belphegor #luke #simeon #barbatos #diavolo #lord diavolo #solomon #anon #asks

[twisted-nox-sidus]

(I'm bad with clear skies. I want to hide my ugliness from the light. But things lurk in the shadows cast by that light... And I'm a little interested in finding out more about them.) - Strix, narrating.

Based off nighttime and an owl, so she's not necessarily "twisted" from anything/anyone. She's actually designed around an otome MC struggling with the concept of love (because why not).

(Note: This post is super long since I put a lot of depth into this OC. There’s a lot of angst surrounding her than what’s given at face value. I even left out some details that are considered a surprise that reveals more about Strix. Some bits of her profile are rather messy and all over the place. I hope you guys love her as much as I do!)

Name: Strix Noctowl

Real Name: Secret

Nickname(s): Transfer Student, Problem Child, Newbie, etc.

Age: 16

DOB: 3/3 (Pisces)

Gender: Female

Height: 5'4.5" (164 cm)

Likes: Fluffy things, birds (particularly owls), music boxes

Dislikes: Gossip, thunder, her eyes

Hobbies: Reading, singing, piano playing

Race: Human

Affiliation: Night Raven College

Year: First

Relative(s): Unnamed mother (deceased), unnamed father (defected), unnamed grandparents, Sidney (great-grandfather)

Dorm: Unallied

Personality

A down-to-earth but curious young lady who never runs short of her sharp-tongue. She goes by Strix Noctowl in order to separately identify herself as the girl known specifically in Twisted Wonderland. Strix tends to be pessimistic and talk about pop cultural references no one in Twisted Wonderland would understand but nonetheless is determined to return home. She is more of a nocturnal person.

She is known to be “disobedient” and rebellious by the NRC. Many students admire her for her fearless, outspoken character but also keep at a distance to avoid getting roped in potential punishments with her.

Strix is not a virtuous person and can play petty if the situation compels her. She can be violent and won't hesitate to resort to a little punch to get her point across. Questions how most of the cast don't know the meaning "no" on a daily basis.

Underneath her shell, Strix is a touch-starved, naive, and utterly vulnerable girl. The absence of her parents led her to believe she is not loved and relies on her dear grandfather for almost anything she has trouble with. She is also shy about asking to fulfill her selfish desires and sometimes hides it too well that it becomes painfully evident to others.

Strix has a child-like impulse to touch things that pique her curiosity, such as trying to touch Leona's ears or Malleus' horns. The Savanaclaw dormitory is a prime victim of her "harassments".

Strix has a bad habit of falling asleep on a constant basis to the point she can sleep with her eyes open and stay still from what she was doing (ig. holding a stack of papers). This also happens arbitrarily at random places and time, such as sleeping mid-conversation. It's an impressive feat, as remarked by many of the guys. The habit was stemmed from the inner part of Strix that likes to dream (despite being a realist) and being a sound sleeper. She says this is the only time she can truly escape the cruel reality. It's a technique Strix may or may not be proud of.

About

Strix is a rare case at Night Raven College. Initially it appeared she had no powers whatsoever and was not remarkable in magic classes. Pretty disastrous, actually. She received a lot of hostility from the students who believe she doesn't deserve to be a worthy student at the prestigious magic academy, the very field she sucks at. Soon, Strix awakens her powers (explained in Abilities section) and works to control it while attending the college.

Due to Strix's insistence, she identifies herself as an "unallied" student and is taking residence at the run-down dormitory. She had complained a lot about each and every dorm and considers the NRC dorm a better place to reside in. She didn't really mind being the sole student in the rundown dorm since she was accustomed to solitude. She won't spend much time other than sleeping there anyways.

In order to repay Crowley's generosity and protection, she volunteered to work as his aid, such as helping clean up and sorting the books and documents piling up his workload. In addition, Strix works part-time across each of the seven dorms to earn herself money instead of relying on Crowley all the time. This also helps keep her busy and familiarize herself with the dorms and its students (since she has to cooperate with the uncooperative chaotic student body). (FYI, her payment is based on her performance which will be reported by the dorm leaders to determine the wage.)

Abilities

Strix has the ability to summon colorful, quirky, and adorable Dream Eater Spirits (please think of the Kingdom Hearts series because that's exactly what they will look like. I’m not capable of creating them myself so please use them as reference) that obey her heed. She surprisingly has good control of her magic (probably because she’s a dreamer and is adept with her dream magic as a result) and works on honing her abilities so she doesn't subconsciously summon the fun yet pesky creatures and start a zoo attraction. If a colorful creature is running rampant on campus, you know who is responsible for it. A common Dream Eater Spirit she summons is a curious owl dubbed Peepsta Hoo (shown below).

History

Strix was raised by her great grandfather Sidney since she was a child, whom she trusts and loves the most in her family. Sidney is a half-blind antique shop owner; a man who was born on the very day and year Disney was founded (10/16/1923). He practically grew up with Disney and shares his love with his descendants including Strix, who also adores the magic of Disney as a result. He is at least 96 years old, yet still somehow has spunk to him.

Strix's mother died from childbirth. Her father couldn't handle the sight of Strix who was slowly looking more like his dead wife every day and abandoned her to start a new life with another woman, essentially cutting ties with Strix when she was only five years old. In an outburst he said he hated Strix's eyes that were said to be devoid of light and emotion ever since she was an infant before leaving the house with luggage in hand. Strix dislikes her birthday since that marked the day her mother died and never encourages her own birthday parties or gifts.

Strix grew up resenting her eyes that were seen as a curse. Her grandparents even agreed with her former father that her mother gave birth to a "heartless, cursed monster". It was said that for the first five years Strix was born into the world, she barely expressed emotion outside of a blank slate, though Strix herself claims to not remember that. Her grandparents on her mother's side still resented her for her mother's death while the grandparents on her father's side don't want to have anything to do with her. Only Sidney was willing to raise her.

Strix is touch-starved due to the absence of her parents. As a child she had wished for them to pat her head, hug her, and hold their hands; the simple intimate things expected for family to do. She never knew her mother, and her father was aloof towards her and even treated her like the Plague by avoiding contact with her. What she had wished was for their affection, or rather the affection of a mother and/or father (which will be fulfilled by everyone’s bird dad Crowley in the future).

The only one who could meet her demands was Sidney who happily gives her attention and affection. He was the only one she could confide to and seek help.

Strix grew up believing she only needed to depend on the love of her great grandfather. She was extremely timid and nervous as a child who didn't understand how to befriend kids her age and harbored jealousy towards them who lived with happy families. This jealousy is what primarily made her keep a distance from them. As a result, she didn't make any friends, and never had up to when she was warped to Twisted Wonderland.

Strix once had a crush on a boy (dubbed "Caelum" for narrative purposes) who smiled brightly like the sun and filled her with warm giddiness. However, that was when she was six years old and the boy in high school, practically a decade year gap between them. It was more of adoration than romantic attraction, but she never met anyone else who was as nice and warm as him other than Sidney.

Caelum was her neighbor who babysat her whenever Sidney had to run errands. He played with her and spoiled her with her needs; they were like brother and sister. It was until he had graduated and moved away to dorm in a faraway college that they never saw each other again until seven years when a letter of invitation was sent for his wedding.

Strix's emotions conflicted over how she should express her romantic feelings among the platonic ones up to the day of his wedding. She froze up and fled out of fear before she could answer him. The moon was blue yet cold that night, and she discovered something like a mirror in the garden pond. She was suddenly shoved from behind and fell into the mirror. This leads to the current situation and the start of a twisted fairytale where happy endings are not as they seem.

Trivia

- Strix is a name used in various mythologies to refer to creatures who bring forth misfortune. They usually appear in the form of birds, mainly owls. "Strix" is also a genus of owls in the typical owl family (Strigidae).

- Noct in Noctowl means "night". Yes the owl is snuck in there, go figure.

- Strix's birthday falls on "I Want You to Be Happy", also known as Girl's Day.

- Strix once took care of a baby snowy owl as a child but had to say her farewell when it was released into the wild. Ever since, she likes to learn more about the beautiful feathered creatures.

- Strix's preferred type of person is someone who would wholeheartedly accept her touch-starved needs. Of course, she would do the same vice versa.

- Strix's most treasured item is the wristwatch that also plays like a music box. She never goes out without it. She also carries a gold heart lock (the one seen in her default outfit) on her out of impulse and never bothered to understand why. She says she feels safe bringing it with her.

- Strix has 2.0 eyesight. She can pinpoint a person from far away and recognize them.

- If you rub Strix's head in a particular way by running your fingers from behind her ears and massaging her scalp, she'll fall asleep. Apparently it calms her nerves and loosens the tension built up. She melts like goo on the spot and subconsciously clings to the person, purring in contentment like a completely different person (like an affectionate house cat). It's effective for silencing her, having her sleep, or just fluster her altogether. The first in the NRC to discover this embarrassing weak spot was...? That's a story for another time, though.

- Strix learned to play the piano for ten years since she was six years old, the same time when she first met Caelum. Caelum was the one who got her into the piano after expressing his love for the instrument and classical music. Initially Strix played to earn recognition from him, but over time, especially after he left, she grew fond of the piano (also because the sound works similarly to a music box) and honed her expertise in the field. She won piano competitions up to now and has a goal of becoming a pianist in her career. Her piano skills are highly praised by her peers and sought after by Azul, but even then she feels insecure. Ever since the wedding, her hands freeze up and hover over the keys as she automatically recalls the daunting memory of Caelum and her bittersweet emotions. The crowd's peer pressure wasn't helping either. (And yes, she can play the piano while asleep. What a pro.)

- Strix's love for Disney makes her prone to humming and singing to songs including but not limited to Disney as she works (of course when she knows she's alone). Sometimes she can get carried away with her singing and wind up lost in her own world as she does and would take a while to notice another presence in the room. When she gets caught, she dies on the inside and gets extremely embarrassed to the point of acting tough with a tomato red face. Apparently she is terrible at being self-aware of her surroundings when she gets into it. Then again, this is the same girl who falls asleep in the middle of corridors without realizing she was asleep.

- On that note, her singing voice is actually really nice, almost trained like a pro. Azul officially never lets her out of his sights now that she has full potential to be a full-time staff at Mostro Lounge. Her singing and piano skills are much needed at Mostro Lounge, however Strix would only willingly do the latter. She would die before singing in public. That's a big no no.

- Strix is said to have back (and neck) problems. Probably from the arbitrary times she sleeps in uncomfortable positions, or simply the stress from Night Raven College and the students' antics overall. Someone once touched her shoulder and mistook her for a statue. It's surprising how her appearance hides the stress and drowsiness well. She looks nothing like your average sluggish person.

- Strix likes antagonistic characters in storytelling. She tends to like the villains more than the main characters because she admires the good, the bad, and the ugly of their characters unbound by the laws that prevent them from their free spirits. They're flawed, but she finds relief in knowing they are not completely black like many would depict.

- Strix had a fear of brooms as a child after she watched Fantasia. She grew out of it soon, but even to this day she still looks back on the rather horrific scene with a pale face while holding the broom during flight class, much to Ashton’s confusion.

#twisted wonderland #my post #my art #character profile #strix noctowl #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc

[hphm-tanaka-chung]

HPHM Profile - Emmett Chung

Template by @hogwartsmysterystory​ (condensed for conciseness) || Aesthetic by hufflepuffmystery on Instagram

Identity:

Name: Emmett Chung

Gender: Male

Birth date: March 13, 1973

Age: 16 as of June 1, 1989

Blood Status: Half-Blood (witch mother, Muggle father)

Sexuality: Bisexual (leans towards girls)

Ethnicity: Half-Chinese, half-British

Nationality: British

Residence: Cambridge, England

MBTI: ESFJ

Magic capability:

Wand: Hornbeam and Dragon Heartstring, 11 and ¾ inches, unyielding

Animagus?: In the canon game, Emmett is a dog animagus. 

Magical Abilities: In the canon game, Emmett is a Legilimens.

Boggart/Riddikulus: Emmett’s Boggart is an impostor pointing a gun at his head, barrel pressed to his temple. It’s not just of the fact that he’s being ambushed and threatened for his life, but also from the close uncomfortable contact, unfamiliar flesh against his own, that constricts his breath in his throat. In the Riddikulus form, the impostor would turn into a man made entirely out of colourful inflated balloons, with a balloon gun that fizzled with air leaking out from the end. Well, what’s not to laugh about a useless balloon dummy?

Mirror of Erised: Emmett sees himself as an older man in the mirror with a weapon in his hand, a smirk on his face. It was an image of payback on those who hurt him long ago, and for him that was enough.

Patronus: Emmett’s patronus in the game is a leopard. 

Amortentia: If Emmett were to get a whiff of Amortentia, he’d smell freshly made sugar doughnuts, ground basil, burning metal, and petrichor. If anyone were to smell his scent, they’d smell a whiff of barbecue sauce, honeysuckle, burning wood, and crushed pine needles.

Appearance:

Face claim: Song Wei Long

Voice claim: Josh Hutcherson

In-Game Appearance:

Height: 5’8”

Weight: …?

Physique: Very fit. He has defined biceps, fairly defined abs. On average otherwise though.

Eye Colour: Sky Blue

Hair Colour: Black

Skin Tone: Pale

Body Modifications: N/A

Scarring: a small red mark about the size of a pea on his collar bone from the time his family was ambushed by complete strangers armed with a gun. The hole had been stitched long ago, but the memory of the gunshot still remained

Inventory: (what do they carry on them?)

-a few extra quills and ink

-a bottle of pigeon feathers

-a box of frog spawn soap

-three glass marbles from his mother

Fashion: A more casual style is what Emmett prefers--he can’t exactly stand t-shirts, though, so he puts a jacket of some sort over it. With one layer he feels vulnerable. Add on a pair of jeans and sneakers, and that completes his look.

Allegiances:

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Ilvermorny House: Thunderbird

Affiliations: 

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin House)

Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes (Ministry of Magic, London)

Order of the Phoenix (UK)

Professions:

Ministry of Magic Employee (Dept of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes)

Spy (Order of the Phoenix)

Hogwarts info:

Class Proficiencies: Astronomy (E), Charms (E), DADA (O), Flying (E), Herbology (E), History of Magic (A), Potions (E), Transfiguration (E)

Electives: Care of Magical Creatures (A), Divination (A), Ancient Runes (E)

Quidditch: Slytherin Keeper (3rd-6th year)

Extracurricular: Duelling Club

Favourite professors: Professor McGonagall, (previously) Professor Rakepick

Least Favourite professors: Professor Snape, Madam Hooch

Relationships:

Best friends (canon): Rowan Khanna, Penny Haywood, Bill Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Tulip Karasu, Barnaby Lee, Chiara Lobosca, Jae Kim, Liz Tuttle, Diego Caplan

Rivals: Merula Snyde, Ismelda Murk

Enemy: R, his father’s ‘friends’

Love Interest: Torn between Tulip Karasu and Penny Haywood. While he did have a crush on Penny in first year, it was dampened in 3rd year when he learned of Tulip’s backstory and pulled a few pranks with her. He took her to the Celestial Ball and their first date...but then Penny came slipping through the cracks again...

Dormmates: Rowan Khanna, Barnaby Lee, two other male Slytherins

Pets: Mewy (cat); Hoppy (toad)

Closest canon friends: list above

Closest MC friends: Rose Tanaka

Familial relations:

Mother: Carlotta Chung (nee Trenton)

A woman of British descent and from a family with reputable wizarding ancestry, she attended Hogwarts and was Sorted into Ravenclaw. She was a fine pupil in her day, and eventually landed a job as a Ministry worker, working in the Department of Mysteries. 

Father: Wallace Chung

A man with a long family background delving deep into banking and business, he graduated with an honours degree in economics at Oxford University. How he met his wife Carlotta was a mystery--in fact, his entire relationship with Carlotta was kept under wraps. However, he remained very faithful to her, even when the family was being pursued by Snatchers for a rumour that surrounded them since the eldest son’s disappearance.

Brother: Rodney Chung

Eight years older than Emmett, Rodney doesn’t know his younger brother as much as he would want to. The only memory he had of Emmett was that he was almost fatally shot when he was only 5--by someone armed with a gun and his head hidden with a wide-brimmed hat. He ended up going absolute berserk and detached himself from his family the moment he stepped into school. 

Background/History:

Emmett’s childhood was very black and white--loved to bits by his mother and father, but constantly living in his brother’s shadow with the only wish that he got to know his brother more and why he was acting so distant. When he was 5, the family was ambushed by a group of Muggles belonging to a Mafia group, the claim being that his father owed them a huge sum of money for ‘breaking a deal’. Enraged, Emmett’s father tried to drive them away, but the group did not leave quietly--they raised hell in the home, shooting multiple bullets and wrecking a lot of things. One of the bullets entered Emmett’s body, striking him in the collarbone and narrowly missing his heart. It was Rodney who drove them away in the end with a stash of dungbombs--and eventually the family had to move to a private estate in Cambridge, living in fear. Emmett was sent away to a hospital to recover from both his wound and the trauma.

(The Mafia group in question was actually Emmett’s father’s ‘friends’--the deal was that as long as he was friends with them, he would not find himself someone to marry. He had no idea that they intended to end his family line, and got married in secret anyway.)

Rodney disappeared two years before Emmett began his journey at Hogwarts. While the rest of the family worried for him, Emmett resented his brother’s decisions. Even if he wanted to bring Rodney back home, he knew he had a lot to owe the family.

Hogwarts Mystery unfolded.

Once Wallace’s case was cleared up, Emmett began to leave home more often, not just for his job at the Ministry (and he did love working in the same place as his mother, don’t get me wrong) but for hanging out more with his friends. He became less and less closed up, and eventually found a place to live on his own, though he always paid his parents and Rodney a visit just to hear Rodney’s full story and to try and mend the broken bond between them.

Emmett joined the Order of the Phoenix as a spy in early 1996.

In May 1998, Emmett joined the Battle of Hogwarts, but he did not survive. He was killed by a heavy pillar pinning him to the ground while running through the corridors. He was honoured alongside all the rest of the fallen, survived by his brother who already had a family of his own.

Personality:

Is it appropriate to say that Emmett has trust issues? Other than his parents, whom he cared for deeply, Emmett had a hard time opening up to new people. Rowan was the first to break through that shell, though, showing him that not all people are as disloyal as he had been led to believe. Sometimes he still retains some venom which he doesn’t hesitate to spit out in his retorts--some people had to help him monitor that. He speaks with no filter, preferring to be blunt and straightforward with his opinions and preferences. Despite his bully-like attitude, however, he’s very studious and works hard. His ambition laid in getting justice for his father.

Misc:

Emmett’s a popular boy with the girls at school--first pointed out by Penny, whom he once had a small crush on despite their polar opposites. However, he couldn’t stand being an object for girls to ogle at, and at one point he snapped at one of the girls for staring starry-eyed at him. 

Very few people knew about Emmett’s scar. Only his dorm mates knew, and once he was comfortable enough with his friends they would know of it too.

More facts to come.

#I legit used no effort I am so sorry #hogwarts mystery #hphm emmett chung #hphm #mc profiles #hogwarts mystery mc #about emmett chung

[bi-outta-cordonia]

Hileni and Gwarin

Deviating from the shippy stuff to try and figure out what’s going on in my Blades MC’s head. 

Blades of Light and Shadow. F!elf!MC (Ashala Venralei). Mostly PG. 

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

Her childhood has always been a series of strange recollections. Or rather, she was always a strange child with even stranger parents and she knew this even then.

Riverbend was a quiet place with little to offer the world around it. It was no booming city center, no port town, and no mystical temples stood close enough to draw in adventurers (save for the one, apparently). By all accounts, Riverbend was an ordinary town that housed a most unordinary family. The market never lacked for goods and the townspeople hustled through daily chores every day. Familiar faces caught up where there were empty spaces in the streets and, in those very spaces, was where the gossip would spread.

Three elves—a mother, father, and their little daughter.

They knew the town and the town knew them. Wouldn’t cause them any trouble so long as the law found no trouble, but the humes knew better. Both the parents drew eyes wherever they went.

The father was Gwarin, a healer and surgeon of sorts. People felt more at ease with him because he spoke at least. His demeanor lacked in warmth like the wife but healing was a calling to him and everyone trusted him for that reason alone. The sick never stayed sick long and his concoctions all tasted bitter.

Hileni was the mother and no one knew what that woman did for a living. Every so often, she’d wander around the town looking for nothing in particular it seemed. People did their best to avoid her. She would walk the town in circles for hours on end and she was known to mutter to herself. She was just painfully odd.

And then there was the baby. Ashala the child was a blank canvas then, grasping at everything with awkward fingers and always marching barefoot through the thick trees surrounding the small cottage her parents made into a home. Even then, she seldom spoke. Her little feet always had cuts and she remembered dirt stains constantly marking the edges of every article of clothing she owned. The farmwives in town used to pull their children physically away from her when she came. The doctor and his odd wife’s child—they did much but they held little favor amongst the town.

The humes all lived down the path next to the Brightwood and her parents preferred it that way. Being away meant being surrounded by the quiet—all the trees, the flowing rivers, the wind rippling through pristine sheets hanging on clothing lines. It was the perfect breeding ground for the sort of work her parents would put upon her as soon as she mastered walking and talking. And it turned out they had much to teach her.

Her father would take her combing through mushroom patches and lake beds searching for herbs—if she was a good girl that didn’t stray as she was prone to, he would let her help him make the medicines he sold in town. Gwarin was a quiet man but his voice would cut through silence like a crack of thunder and it lingered for long moments.

“Like this, bloom,” he would say and he would deftly take a pinch of every herb laid before them. His hands were somewhat slender and his fingers a little too long. He’d take the pestle to the mortar and crush every ingredient until it was fine dust. “Never too hard. Pastes are for cuts and deep wounds. Powders are for tonics.”

He’d look at her and she remembered his vacant face. His face always seemed strangely empty, as if he had never learned how to show happiness, sadness, and everything in between.

She’d take the pestle in one hand and the mortar in the other, closely examining both. They’d make more powders and tonics until her the dryness cracked her hands. Her father would nod curtly.

“We’ll teach you, bloom,” he’d say. “We’ll teach you.”

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

She’d dread the days she had to spend time with her mother.

Hileni Venralei was a woman that seemed too stern and aloof for the trappings of motherhood. Staring at her mother’s passive face was a constant throughout her childhood. Every day the lessons grew harder and the consequences of her failures grew more severe. Wrong answers when she was younger were met with heavy sighs and alternative explanations. When Ashala came into her magic, wrong answers meant that she would learn from the terrible pain.

Her mother was the one with the markings. They were stark white and shined when it was dark around her. She remembered trading blow after blow, getting back up only to be slammed back down again. Hileni was vicious and mean when she taught her daughter magic.

“Failure can’t be tolerated, bloom,” her mother would say. Ashala would struggled back to her feet and her mother would simply stare. Most days she’d hit her with more magic until it was physically impossible for her to move. Some days, Hileni would be a mother for one moment and leave her without another word. Those days, Ashala slept outside, never once moving from her spot.

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

There were days when Hileni was more like a mother. It was a dish she called lekmede, which was smoked fish, speckled rice soaked in what little butter they had in the house, all flanked with sour berries and steamed vegetables. Hileni made her help every single time.

“Bloom, stir the rice so it doesn’t stick.”

“Crush the herbs, bloom.”

“Bloom, turn the fish—the yeast, the yeast…”

Whenever Ashala heard the word “yeast,” she would almost forget she hated being near her mother sometimes.

Hileni possessed many quirks but her bread making skills had to have been legendary in Ashala’s young mind. Buttery flakes paired with the sweetest jams or perfectly risen rolls drizzled with a light frosting—Hileni could work two forms of magic it seemed.

“Come here.”

Ashala would scamper over, dragging a stool behind her to stand on. Hileni always started with the dough because her hands were much stronger. She’d shape it into a mound and work a hole into it. When she was done, she’d place an egg in Ashala’s hands.

“For every life, there is Light. We take from it and it gives to us for a price,” her mother would always say. Ashala tapped the egg three times on the counter and carefully pried the shells back so the yolk and egg white fell directly in the center of the mound. “When we pull from the world, we truly pull at the Light that comes from within. It moves when we move, it shapes as we bid it.”

Hileni’s hands were like her father’s—a bit large with too slender fingers yet…

Her mother would cover her hands and help her shape the dough. Press it, mold it, mix it all together and she’d feel every cut—

Every odd bend—

Every strangely shaped bone within her mother’s hands.

“Power rests within everything, bloom.” Her mother’s voice was always haunting, crawling into the chasm between her ears and lingered the way a spider lingers in a corner if left unattended. Her brow would sweat and her heart would quiver. Hileni would grab her hands then and stop their molding of the dough. “You will learn. I swear to you, you will learn.”

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

The constellations were when she realized they were preparing her for something.

Gwarin and Hileni spent more time teaching her practically, the same way a priest would teach an acolyte or a teacher would a pupil. Her failures netted her the same result—heavy sighs and an agitated father repeating himself, or magically charged cuts across her skin from a mother that only pushed her even harder with every passing year. Rare was the day she didn’t find herself isolated in the forest when her lessons were done. They’d leave her be, disappointment marring their features and shared expressions revealing all she needed to know—

Progress was moving far too slowly.

“She won’t be ready in time,” her mother said. Every night it was the same conversation—the same hushed whispers and the same ruthless assessment. “Vadiir will not go smoothly if she—”

“Hush.” Her father held hope it seemed, although he’d never state it outright. “Keep pushing. Ancient blood flows through those veins…alights in those eyes. Her time will come. Just be patient.”

Quiet. Without seeing she knew her mother’s face would shift full of the same apprehension and doubt from the poor progress made earlier during the lessons.

“As you wish.”

Months passed and her progress improved albeit by small margins. Her magic didn’t waver anymore against her mother. Some parts rage and hurt pushed her through those moments, maybe even the thought that she could inflict a spell upon her mother helped. Her skills with medicines, poisons, and potions became more potent. Some of her father’s patients would heal from her work and he trusted her enough to make batches without supervision. History, literature, flitting between the little they knew of the old tongue and the many languages that made up the greater body of Morella—

Every day was a new day and she dreaded them as much as she valued them.

“Look there, bloom.” They never had a day of respite. Rest came only when it was time to move on to the next day or when her little body was too weak to stand. That night was different.

Ashala followed her mother’s finger tracing patterns in the sky.

“Myyori. A wandering maiden searching for the eternal fruit,” her father explained. “She walks to atone for the crime she committed—treason in exchange for a wish. A great evil granted it to her and now she remains forever branded in the sky. ”

“What was her wish?” Ashala asked.

Her father said nothing at first. “Your books tell four versions of the story.”

Her mother laid a gentle hand on her head and directed her towards another pattern.

“Luminiese and Sabien, the twin trees. Brothers bonded through shared roots and shattered when one absorbed the corruption of a great evil,” her mother said. Ashala followed the pattern of the trunks, the strong roots, and the canopies of both brothers. “One gave his life to protect the other. Your books tell three versions of this story.”

It was the same with every pattern they pointed out and every story they told—there it was and here are the amount of times the story was always different. It made little sense to her. A story should be known at its roots. Why would it change?

“A story should be known, shouldn’t it?” she asked, face pinching. “Why tell so many different ones? I don’t get it.”

“Each is an old tale, bloom. Most of them existed before any of us were born,” her father answered. His face changed then, something somber flashing in his eyes as he looked at his child. “These are the relics of our people…all that remains of an empire that spanned the whole of Morella.”

She knew. They were the remnants of the Old Kingdom—thousands of years of magic and power held in the hands of elvenkind. There were scholars and priests, warriors and merchants, and it was a sight to behold at the height of its prime. The humes don’t like speaking on it. “Flat-eared vultures” is what they’d say about the elves, that the hand fate dealt them was deserved. The weak prospered and the survivors reaped the rewards of what was left after the war ended. The world continued along its path and the elves barricaded themselves inside a mountain.

“It’s important that you know these stories,” her mother said. Her fingers dug into Ashala’s hair then. She’d part the hair in pieces and weave the white curls in tight braids that hugged her scalp. “We owe you this and we will provide it. It’s your birthright.”

Ashala sat listening to the other stories quietly, her little mind too young to comprehend the weight of her parents words. Her mother’s cuts still healed on her arms and her father’s disappointed face hangs over her.

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

Hileni is the one she understood the least.

It was supposed to be a normal day of hard work and unforgiving lessons. She did not know the hardest one she’d learn had yet to come.

On the day she would learn the hardest lesson yet, her father spent the entire morning asking her questions. Musings on the stars and moon, potion ingredients and the properties of each, wars, battle tactics, poetry, music—his brow was dotted with sweat and his eyes focused on anything but her.

Then her mother poked her head around the threshold.

And he looked at her.

She stared right back at him, her expression grim but her eyes showed resolve.

“Come,” he father urged, tugging her by the hand.

The two of them led her outside well beyond the house and into the forest. Every step forward submerged her deep into darkness. Within the depths, sounds called out to her. Whispers at first but the words were unclear. Her footsteps grew more hesitant but her father’s grip only tightened. When they finally stopped, she knew everything was going to change.

Her father led her to the center and what she saw terrified her to the core. Black markings covered the ground in a circular pattern and within the circle were other strange designs she didn’t recognize. A language she could recognize but not speak filled the spaces in between.

“You must shed your unnatural trappings,” he father said. He turned away while she undressed. He walked a distance away though his head bowed and his breath hitched when her mother’s power seeped into the oppressive air around them.

“Lie down,” she said, taking a shaky breath of her own.

The grass was wet and sticky on her skin. Panic overwhelmed her but she remembered the comfort and truth of the Light. Her eyes closed and her power pulled from the trees, the air, and the ground. Each point of power funneled through her with ease. Her mother caressed her face and shared a bit of the magic flowing in her. It was strange to experience this sort of warmth from her mother.

“Fear is good, bloom. Fear means you understand what comes next will change you forever.” Her heart sped and breathing became harder. Even still, her mother’s magic held her. “The marks on me were bestowed in this way. These are your birthright, your legacy, and the legacy of our people.”

“Mamae!” she cried, jerking hard. It felt like vines wrapping around her wrists and ankles, pinning her to the ground in a painful grip. Ashala’s eyes opened and the circle was glowing. In the distance, her father stood with both hands clasped over his mouth and tears threatening to fall. When she met her mother’s gaze again, she knew this would be the most painful experience she would ever know.

“You are brave and powerful. You are the vanguard of our history and a seeker of all. We have endured so you would one day be ready to face your trial.”

Ashala screamed then. Her eyes followed the path down and it couldn’t be possible—

But it was. It was a branch weaving around her leg, its jagged pieces scraping all along her skin. For a moment she thought it would carve her flesh. Instead, it burrowed deep under the skin and spread through her body.

And she screamed.

“Ours is a history marred with death and betrayal. Ours is a burden of pain and understanding we must wear.”

Burning. Her flesh was burning from the inside out, the branch weaving through her and ripping at skin, muscle, and bone. Searing, scorching, inferno burning inside her body and she begged her mother to stop. She begged her father to stop her mother. She begged the moon and stars to strike them both dead so she might be spared.

Her mother’s hands only held tighter.

“We call it the vadiir. It is you and me, your grandparents and the parents that raised them. It is the greatest gift we can give to you. You will understand one day, bloom. You will.”

The screams faded as her voice grew bloody and hoarse. Soon there was nothing but pain and burning.

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

She couldn’t move for seven days and seven nights. Her flesh smelled of burned and rotting meat.

She wished her parents were dead.

She wished her life was different.

She wanted to know what they did to her.

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She saw the white marks two months after they were branded onto her skin. A life bound to bed meant she faced her parents even when she didn’t want to see them. The lessons never stopped and their patience never wore down even when she refused to cooperate some days. They must have decided that she could hate them so long as she learned.

When the bandages came off, she didn’t know who it was staring back at her in the mirror. Careful patterns, loops and swirls, dots forming pictures she recognized the moment she saw them—

Myyori.

And Luminiese and Sabien.

Every story they told her of the stars she now wore on her body.

She stared at this face she couldn’t recognize, shaking and crying while her parents watched on from the threshold.

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Her parents were complicated people, perhaps she even hated them. Hileni and Gwarin were strange people.

Ashala looks down at the open journal in her hands, years of scrawl covering the pages top to bottom. All the years of her tutelage and their strangeness still haunts her to this day. She closes the journal and tucks it into her pack.

Dawn is just beyond the horizon.

#playchoices #choices #blades of light and shadow #bolas #choices: stories you play #choices: bolas

[obeymematches]

Hi, can I get a matchup? Thank you in advanced and I hope you're doing well despite the current state of the world ❤

(Edit: almost an hour later and I've finally finished writing this. Let's just say this did not turn out the way I expected AT ALL and I'm so sorry in advanced. But at least I got a new story idea)

Introduction (Innocence): At first, I'm extremely shy, timid, and quiet. I have a hard time opening my mouth and starting conversations. It doesn't always bother me since I like keeping to myself because it keeps me motivated and stay focused on my goals. However, if someone approaches me, I try to be as polite, passive, and friendly as possible. The only way to move out of this stage is to constantly interact with me until I feel comfortable.

Chapter 1 (Reality): Now that I'm comfortable, the snark and attitude starts to come through. At first, it will be a few light-hearted teasing that surprise people. Slowly, the jabs grow harsher and my voice grows louder. The dynamic of the conversation changes as I begin to dominate. My voice rises as my hands do all the talking. Sarcasm and eye rolls are regular parts of conversation. A thick cloud of chaos and self-deprecation arises, leading to a storm of endless rangs about my dramatic woes. In the midst of this confusion, you can't help but wonder: what happened to that soft-spoken girl?

Chapter 2 (Chaos): It has become my personal mission to make your life as miserable as possible. My sinister laughter rings through the air, bringing headaches to those around me. Despite all their attempts, no one stop me writing monologues that parody your towards your crush or stealing your phone until you give me your chips. My ego has devoured my self-deprecation; my word is law. My beauty, my hardwork, my intelligence-- me. You absolutely hate it, but you can't leave. The quick-wit, the variety of humor, and the soft crinkle around my eyes when I smile. The smart-assery is almost endearing. You can't help but wonder, what is she doing to do next? It's a game of cat and mouse, but I am always victorious.

Chapter 3 (Darkness): Beneath the madness, lies a small girl fighting against the shackles against her feet. She will not accept any help, she must escape on her own. Doubt constantly lingers in her mind, a consequence of previous endeavors that failed due to pride. She does not care for those who jeer at her as she struggles, holding her head high. There's only one thing in her mind: she will do anything to escape. It will be methodical, calculating, and nothing less than perfection. And when she does, she vows to do everything in her power to take her rightful spot on the throne.

Chapter 4 (Light): And so she escapes and sets on her path to become queen. Along her path, she befriends villagers who aid her quest. Although she becomes the voice of harsh reason, they heed her wisdom. Her companions know that despite her sharp tongue, she is simply looking out for them. Although she dislikes any form of affection, the cracks of her stone heart shine through her actions. It is here that she finds balance. Innocence, reality, chaos, darkness, and light meld into one.

Conclusion: Unfortunately, the journey is not over. However, the journey itself can teach one a lot about themselves. Thus far, the little girl has learned for her love of novels, often with her head in clouds to escape reality. She's also taken a liking to storytelling, finding solace in writing and storytelling to express the emotions she cannot communicate otherwise. She likes to bathe in her vanity by indugling in fashion and makeup, spending hours to create the perfect look. Despite this newfound sense of self, only time will tell whether she can succeed in her quest.

Adding a summary below because as a fellow matchup writer, I can see how this description would drive you insane. I'm so sorry for the story lol

Summary: At first I'm super shy, but I'm actually a sarcastic smartass that has a large ego and annoys everyone. My only redeemable quality is that I'm funny. Deep down, I'm ambitious, stubborn, and paranoid. With friends I'm the unaffectionate voice of reason that shows love through actions. My hobbies are makeup, reading, writing, and public speaking (aka storytelling).

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Hello! 💎

Thank you for sending in a request, I hope you like the result ! I’m doing fine, everybody at home is still healthy! 🙏

So I really enjoy how you elaborated on your layered and complex personality, because when I do matches I take people’s negative traits into consideration and they boy’s as well. Let’s face it, nobody’s perfect, and I like how the characters have their own flaws. I always look at how everybody could develop. (although it is not complete redemption cuz i’m not sure if that is possible for demons. like in paradise lost that is impossible but at this point it is not known how far obey me will go with that 🤷 but anyway regardless of canon i like to think that the MC has a positive effect on each character because i prefer healthy relationships) 

So I think your shy first impression would actually draw all of them in. I mean like yeah, they all have their prefered types, but they are also very curious demons (not exactly genuine but curious nevertheless) and would compete to figure out your actual personality. (I mean..Belphie probably not that much but deep down he is interested too)

I think by the time you’d show your deeper layers and vica versa you’d have a strong bond with Mammon (he is supposed to be with you a lot so really; it is hard to avoid opening up to him first but it is up to your imagination how far that goes), Satan would appreciate your shared hobbies and intellect, but it is up to you how much you trust him. Asmo obviously because of makeup, you have a shared interest and he can show you some tricks regarding that. I think both Satan and Asmo could influence your writing also. (Satan knows some lit Devildom stories that the human world lacks, and Asmo probably knows so much gossip nobody is prepared for)     

Now obviously, Asmo is not the ideal partner because he would definitely prefer someone affectionate. 

I’m deciding between Lucifer and Satan..but I am unsure what kinf of improvement you and Lucifer would result in, despite the connection that might form between you two. (I mean I don’t think it is a good idea to pair a kind of arrogant character with a deep-down paranoid person.)

But I think you and Satan could work out. 

I already mentioned the hobbies/shared interests and source of inspiration, but there is more than that to it!

He definitely needs some guidance in his life and no way he would ever let Lucifer play that role. 

It’s not that he is not independent, but he should  reconcile with his birth as much as he can  -  you being a dominant voice of reason under the surface is something he can respect.

Yeah he can be pretty dominant and that might result in arguments from time to time, but you are somebody he needs so he will do his best to apologize if he snaps for some reason. 

You both are witty and sarcastic and I think you would kind of point out the other’s flaws like that. No offense taken on either side.

So his aggressive tendencies the others warned you about might cause paranoia in you but I don’t think he would actually be violent towards the MC so if you bring it up to him in a conversation he would reassure you that you really shouldn’t worry about that. (and then he beats up whoever made you think that, behind your back) 

You see, on the surface he is also calm and collected but on a deeper layer he is also insecure and oh boy he has so much flaws that should be fixed.

Again, you being rational, wise, voice of reason proves to be much needed. 

As I elaborated before, in his case I don’t think there is space for complete redemption but he would go a long way with your aid!

He also adores your ambitions and your goals in life. 

He would read all the work you decide to share with him! He would disappear into the night reading your story and the next time you see him he has a copy of your story in his hand; little notes everywhere, underlined parts, several bookmarks, tons of insanely detailed questions, sharing his interpretations... you better be ready because it will be a long conversation. 

This way he also learns so much about you and the way you express your feelings! He would fall sooo hard, especially when he supposes you like him because of some line on page 73′s third paragraph  

He wouldn’t be sure though. (Again, he can be kind of insecure.)

Not until one of you actually makes a move. I think when that time comes, he would absolutely make a reference to one of your stories one way or another. Even if you don’t write romance. He’s smart, he will find a way.

 I think he would also help you “stay on Earth” considering your fears and tendency of stubborn and prideful behaviour. 

You would never have to ask him for help, as he will be the one suggesting it all the time. He is good at observing people, he will know if/when you need help. He refuses to be rejected by a human so really you have no chance here. 

He also has his own sense of humour so time spent together would involve joking around sometimes. I mean despite his facade, he can be a little brat sometimes. 

Like a cat he likes his independence so really he is not going to force any affection that you would not welcome. Maybe sometimes he enjoys it, but definitely not early in a relationship. 

He would love to participate in your storytelling activities. Not one occassion he would miss. 

#obey me! #obey me #obey me satan #obey me matchup #swd obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #submission

[thefirstcourtesan]

The Royal Recap: A Tale of Two Houses

It’s time for my thoughts on chapter 3 of TRM and I almost managed to get this out before chapter 4 aired but Tumblr was working against me. Oops. But I was trying to catch up from the first two chapters, plus Halloween. Hopefully I’ll be on track from here on.

As always, I refer to both Hunter and Kayden as men because they are in my playthrough. I also refer to Kayden as Dante.

We open this chapter with the MC about to get ready for the Grand Hunt and our aunts burst in. Aunt Elise (the nice one) is apologetic. But Aunt Zya is unrepentant and she is also pissed that we are now officially the head of our house. Oops. Maybe we should have consulted them? Nah, they are terrible, they can suck it up.

Thankfully that conversation is interrupted by Renza. Interestingly, Zya seems a little wary of Renza and issues us a warning, and then the aunts depart and leave us with Renza, who is there to extend an offer from House Fierro to escort us to the hunt.

There is a large caravan waiting for us, including Dante (as a guard) and Hunter. We ride in a coach with Hunter and Renza and they, specifically Renza, wastes no time getting to business. But first, she hands us a glass of whatever beverage we chose in chapter 2. This girl is observant.

The twins ask us to formally align with them and support House Fierro’s bid. At this point, that seems like a no brainer, since Hunter has been kind to us and seems like a good man and Cyrus is gross. But I feel like as simple as that seems now, it will be less so later on. However, it’s not really a discussion, we readily agree to the proposal.

Renza informs us that with the support of the MC’s house, they now only need one other house to support them, either Beaumount or Nevrakis. Theodosia has a pretty undeniable crush on Cyrus and I wonder if that will come into play. But Renza has a bit of a curveball for us, our support will come at the price of a marriage arrangement!

Uh, what?

Turns out a betrothal is the best way to secure an alliance and Hunter has to stay single to secure a foreign alliance and Renza is already married (hmmm). So that leaves House Fierro’s new ally to step up and carry the burden.

Thanks.

The MC accepts, saying that we want to fulfill our sister’s dream and then Hunter asks about our dreams. He promises to name us High Chancellor and fulfill any wish within his power. Renza seems a little surprised by his offer, which is interesting.

Viola wants to know the identity of her parents while Livia wants her own lands and estates. Either way Hunter promises to deliver.

The conversation turns back to a potential marriage alliance. Our first target is House Beaumont. If we can win the tile of master of horse, Percival will likely offer us a suitor from his house. Ok, we can do this.

But first, Renza stops us and criticizes our dress. Diamond outfit time. Renza has us try on the outfit in the carriage. The outfit is cute though it doesn’t seem like that much more mobile, but what do I know? The dress is Rosario colours and I think the default dresses will rotate between the three houses. The masquerade dress was Aster colours, this one is Rosario, then next one will be Everhart and so on.

Livia buys it, Viola does not. If you don’t buy the dress, Renza decides that they have enough of a numbers advantage to manage. She also straightens our skirt and promises to find us a spouse. For Livia it is a husband, for Viola a husband or wife (nice touch, PB, acknowledging the player’s choices) and she also assures us that Hunter won’t let us have an unhappy marriage and that the engagement can be ended.

When MC points out that is not fair to the other party who entered the arrangement in good faith, Renza has this gem to say:

If I wasn’t already suspicious of her, alarm bells would be ringing.

Speaking of suspicious, we get to the hunt and greeted by a surly Damon who then stomps away. Hello to you too. Next up is Cyrus, who is condescending and gross at the same time. Unfortunately, he is also our host, which Percival points out when he approaches. If we are wearing the diamond outfit, he also comments on how prepared we look and either way he asks if this is our first hunt and offers us a dagger to protect ourself. First, though, he sharpens the dagger with a magic whetstone, our fourth magic item (useful, but I would still choose the cloth).

Cyrus and Percival leave and Dante brings over four horses, he will be riding with us to protect Hunter since Kendra’s assassins are still out there. Renza may be shady, but she has style. She hates the outdoors and lacks herself wine, cheese and pillows to get through the hunt. I approve (though I actually love riding).

Cyrus reveals this year’s quarry: our house sigil. So a wolf for Viola and a bear for Livia. This is obviously not an accident, which Dante comments on. This was chosen to send us, the newest and most vulnerable house, a message. Message received.

Once the hunt starts, Dante pulls us and comments he is surprised to see us as part of Hunter’s caravan and we tell him that we have agreed to secure the third vote, which he immediately understands means marriage. He wants to say something, which we call him on and he says it is not a place. Viola lets it go but Livia presses and he asks about whether we will be happy and there is a charged moment before Livia tells him that she will be happy to secure her house’s fortune.

The promos promised us a forbidden romance and they are definitely delivering. The longing, the class barriers, the sense of duty holding them back, this romance is going to be tortured and I am here for it.

Back to the group and since the quarry is our animal, the MC is knowledgeable about it and it’s hunting habits. Time to find a wolf or a bear.

First we come across Cyrus and Lord Pompadour and we make noise and throw them off the scent. Next we find Perceval and Theodosia caught in a trap and get them down. Perceval is friendly and appreciative, Theodosia not so much. Hmm.

We find a den and it’s time to look around, it’s dark, so Hunter lends us the last magical item: the glowing sun charm or basically a magical flashlight.

The den is empty and Hunter decides we should split up and look for it. Renza refuses to move but encourages the MC to go, setting up a diamond scene. You can choose to go with either Man or stay back with Renza for free. Livia went with Dante and Viola with Hunter.

We learn that Hunter was Kendra’s High Chancellor and that it is the second most powerful position in the kingdom. This is the position he just promised us, remember, so he obviously trusts us a lot after knowing us two days. We also learn that he didn’t want to take the position because he was too committed to pursuits of pleasure but he also makes it sound like those days are behind him and he is committed to being a good ruler and that could also be a fun dynamic.

The talk turns to the MC and how long we has been away from court and the adjustment we will have to make with Hunter offering advice from a place of experience. We also end up in a garden and have a romantically charged moment before Hunter pulls away.

Meanwhile Livia and Dante discuss their shared circumstances, him rising up the ranks for the guard and her as a scribe.

Dante helps us up a tree and we bask in the beautiful scenery and then the talk turns to the transition the MC has made and then we fall into Dante’s arms and have a romantically charged moment.

I liked both these scenes and how different they were. I like what we learned about Dante and Hunter respectively and the setting up for the respective romantic dynamics. Hunter is committed to putting duty over romance now despite their obvious attraction to us. While Dante is very aware of his position and ours and that will hold him back. There is so much potential for both romances and I love it.

Both diamond scenes end with us catching sight of our quarry and catching up with whichever man we didn’t choose. Working with Hunter and Dante, we capture our prey and we sound the horn, ending the hunt and are declared master of the Hunt.

After that follows an awful scene with Damon, who takes the task of “releasing” the quarry but instead takes the opportunity to warn us away from Hunter and threaten us by killing our house animal.

The one thing I am most looking forward to about the eventual reveal of the MC’s parentage is the look on Damon’s face because I hate him so fucking much.

Damon walks away and Vasco finds us, we tell him what happened just as the bear/fox/wolf’s cub crawls out in search of it’s mama. We then get a chance to adopt the cub ourselves or let Vasco take care of it. Obviously I adopted both pets. I actually switched Viola to Aster just to get a wolf.

The fox is cute but the bear and wolf are such fun callbacks to two of Kenna’s pets and I reused the names I used on TC&TF and called the bear Ursa and the wolf Fenris. After we bond with our pet, we leave him in Vasco’s care and rejoin Hunter and Renza where we tell them what their father did. 

Hunter is stunned and outraged, while Renza merely points out his lack of subtlety. Hunter walks away angry and Renza compliments us on a job well done and then Perceval approaches and offers us a suitor: Emery Beaumont.

For Viola, Emery is a woman and for Livia Emery is a man. There is no choice like with Hunter and Kayden, the game decides for you based on your expressed preferences because of this I don’t think Emery is an LI, but I am glad preference is taken into account.

This chapter was good. It introduced Hunter and Dante a bit more as LI’s and we got to learn more about them and explore the relationship dynamic. Damon was solidified as an antagonist while Renza showed herself to be shady AF and worth keeping an eye on. We are only 3 chapters in but so far, so good. The world building and balancing is well done so far and I actually think only have two gender customizable LIs could work in the book’s favour as it is allowing both LIs to be well developed and important to the plot.

#playchoices #the Royal Masquerade #the Royal Recap

[itsalliepg]

Hometown - Zig x Scarlett (MC) - Part 4

SUMMARY: The morning after, Zig and Scarlett (MC) go to a little walk, and they met someone from her past.

PAIRING: Zig X Scarlett (MC)

RATING: Everyone

WORDS: 1631

NOTE: Hey guys! Here’s part 4 of the series where Scarlett introduces Zig to her parents. I tried to write a jealous Zig this time...English isn’t my native language. I write to practice and learn, so please sorry any mistakes. I hope you like it, and if you do, I’d appreciate if you like/comment/reblog!Tag List:  @maxwells-nut @seawhite-seafair @molly7998 @ziggy-o @purpledinosaur4ever @writtenbycandy @chenchen731 @thatspicegirlssong  @zigortega4life @emerald-bijou

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During Sunday morning, after breakfast in the café she used to go with her friends during high school, Zig and Scarlett were walking in the street, hand in hand, going to the city park and talking excitedly.

               _That chocolate cappuccino and the cheese croissant were my orders in, like, ninety percent of the times I went there.

               _They’re both very good – he nudged her – but you prefer the ones I do, right? – she giggled, kissing his hand.

               _Of course, aren’t you my favorite barista? – she winked – but the best was that they were still like when I was sixteen. And…

               _Scarlett? It’s really you? – they turned around and a tall guy, with black hair and green eyes was looking at her.

               _Oh my God, Josh? – she smiled – how long! – they hugged each other.

               _You’re telling me! I thought you were in Hartfeld!

               _Actually, we’re spending this weekend with my parents. Oh, let me introduce you two – she turned to Zig – Zig, this is Josh, a high school friend. Josh, this is Zig, my boyfriend.

               _Nice to meet you, Josh – the boys shook hands friendly, but Zig noticed the disappointment in Josh’s smile.

               _Nice to meet you too, Zig. I guess Scarlett’s giving you a tour around here.

               _Yeah. We were at a coffee shop she liked to go with her friends, so I think you know that, too.

               _Oh, sure! We used to go there with Kelsey and Emma, good times…

               _Yeah, good times… - Scarlett smiled with nostalgia – and how about you? Are you studying?

               _Yeah, I’m attending to Bluebrook. Actually, my spring break ends today, and I’m coming back soon, I just came buy some car oil – he turned to Zig, smiling a little – my dad’s a mechanic, and he insisted my car had some problem – Zig smiled back.

               _And how’s your family? Long time no see them too!

               _They’re fine, Jack’s still determined to be a pianist.

               _Is he still thinking about signing up to that music school in Vienna?

               _Sure! He’s turning eighteen next year and he’s already getting ready for it.

               _That’s great. Tell them I said hi.

               _Sure – he glanced at his watch – dad’s waiting for me. Scarlett, it was great seeing you again, tell your parents I said hi too. Let’s stay in touch. And Zig, nice to meet you – Josh smiled at them and waved before crossing the street. They arrived at the park and Scarlett kept talking about the place, but Zig was strangely quiet and staring off into space. She found a seat and they sat down.

               _That tree is maybe a hundred years old, you know? – Scarlett looked at Zig, but her smile broke when she notice him staring at her – Zig? What’s up?

               _Scarlett, Josh isn’t just a friend, right? – Scarlett’s eyes widened.

               _What? Why are you asking me that?

               _The way you looked at each other, the tone in his voice…I don’t know, I felt that something has already happened between you two.

               _Fine – she sighed – Josh was my boyfriend. My first boyfriend. We dated during our sophomore and junior year at high school. And… - she rubbed her forehead – I lost my virginity with him – Zig nodded.

               _Mhmm – he glanced around – you weren’t lying, this place is really beautiful.

               _Zig? – she arched an eyebrow – please don’t tell me you’re jealous!

               _I’m not jealous – he looked away.

               _Zig…

               _Okay, Scarlett – he grunted – crap, I didn’t want to be that kind of boyfriend, but I didn’t know how I would react if I met someone from your past – he snorted – I trust you, my princess, but, I don’t know, to see someone who has also become so intimate with you…and I noticed how upset he was when you told him who I am – she took his hand.

               _Hey, don’t worry – she smiled – Josh was special, since he was my first in, you know, everything. But it’s past. I broke up with him, like, three years ago. Since then, so many things happened, and one of them got to meet you – she caressed his cheek – you know why I broke up with him? Because he didn’t support me to achieve my goals. During junior year, I’ve already started looking for colleges. He wanted to work with his dad, and I respected his decision. But he wanted me to stay here too. We fought a lot about it. One day, he said we could date until the prom, but if I really decided to go to university, he would break up with me. I decided it was too much for me, and I broke up first, before it happened. I was surprised he’s studying now, and he wanted to keep in touch since we never talked again since the prom, although we were still friends over senior year. I don’t want to compare you two, but you always support me and believe in my dreams. It means a lot to me – she kissed him.

               _I believe in you because you believe in me. And a talent like you shouldn’t be wasted – he smiled sheepishly – sorry for being so silly, Scar.

               _That’s okay, Zig. I also don’t know how I would react if I were in your place. And a little bit of jealousy is good, but just a liiiitle bit – they giggled – you know you’re the only guy in the world for me, right? I love you so much, my angel.

               _I love you too – he kissed her again – was that the trail you used to ride your bike?

               _Yeah, when I was little, I just came here because of the playground, and dad taught me to ride a bike there, too, when I was six – she beamed – it’s so beautiful that I’ve been back here ever since.

               _I can see why – he nudged her with his foot – hey, Josh’s good-looking. You have a nice taste – he smirked and she giggled.

               _Of course I have a nice taste. I’m dating you – she winked – but if I think of myself at that age, god, I was so immature – she chortled – when we had our first time, I really thought we’d be together forever…and when we broke up, I cried almost every day for three months! Mom even started to dislike him after she knew what he told me…

               _Normal. I suffered for love a lot at this age – he sighed deeply – I was so hypocritical, yesterday I mentioned a crush and now I was jealous…sorry.

               _Zig, stop apologizing! I’m not mad at you! – she laughed – what can I do to prove it?

               _Mmm…tell me about your relationship with him?

               _What? – she looked up at him, her eyes widening.

               _Yeah, tell me who asked who, your nicknames, that sort of thing – he smirked and kissed her forehead. Scarlett was still incredulous.

               _Okay…well, he asked me. We were at the movies, it was, like, our fourth or fifth date. But we always met at school. And we decide to match our nicknames: babyboy and babygirl – Zig snorted – Zig, stop laughing! I was sixteen!

               _I’m not laughing, Scar, it’s cute – he tickled her – keep going.

               _Mmm…he’s a baseball fan, so I gave him a cap for our first Valentine ’s Day, and he gave me a fluffy notebook I used to write my first short stories. I’m thinking of bringing it to Hartfeld and typing them on my laptop – she smiled.

               _And…how was your first time? – she turned to him, and he nodded.

               _It happened one afternoon that his parents and brother weren’t home. We were studying, and it just happened. We were both virgins, and we had already talked about it. So he was really nice to me.

               _I’m glad that you had good people in your life. It’s nice that you trust me to tell those things. And I’m glad you relation with good people in your life. It’s ridiculous to worry about your past.  

               _Exactly. What matters is that we’re together now.

               _Yeah, you’re right – he took her chin and guided her into a kiss – Josh’s bad luck, lucky me – they grinned – you’re so amazing, Scarlett.

               _Look who says – she punched him playfully – if one day you want to tell me about past lovers, like this Tony you mentioned yesterday, I’ll be happy to hear.

               _Of course, but not today. I guess we had our fair share – they giggled and looked at the children in the playground – I can see little Scarlett playing there.

               _Yeah? And what is she doing?

               _Probably leading some play. But also taking care of someone who’s uncomfortable or feeling harmed.

               _And I can also see little Zig defending the little girls, but also enchanting everyone with his kindness.

               _But when he saw little Scarlett, he paid no attention to anything else.

               _How curious, so does she – they laughed and kissed again – when I used to play here, I never imagined that somewhere out there there was a boy who I would meet during my freshman year in college and my life wouldn’t be the same since then.

               _At this same age, I never imagined that either. Or that so many things would happen to me… - he sighed – maybe if I knew you, I hadn’t acted so…violently with Marie’s ex. Maybe I hadn’t been arrested…

               _We can’t know that, Zig. And I don’t think it’d be good think about it – she stroked his cheek – unfortunately, we can’t change the past, but we can live now and the future together.

               _As you said, what matters is that we’re together now – he kissed her temple – and we can enjoy it now and take a walk in this place, so beautiful and special – Zig took Scarlett by her hand and pulled them to their feet. Their walk kept in high spirits, and his insecurity was disappeared completely after her words.

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Could you please write a story where MC (preferably with unspecified gender but male if that’s too difficult) dies during from the ice from the cursed vault and Charlie can’t save them? Bonus points if he had a crush on them but hadn’t told them, and extra bonus points if they confess their love as MC dies! I love your writing so much, you’re so talented, and thank you!

There is death in this story so please be warned! Read at your own risk. I’m sorry if this isn’t great, I really don’t remember the whole deal with the Ice Vault because I have a terrible memory and I can’t remember all the details. Nevertheless! Enjoy!

Student’s second year at Hogwarts usually goes by smoothly, depending on the circumstances. Usually, by this time, they have learned their way around the castle grounds and have acquaintanced themselves with some of the Professors. This, however, was not the case for (Y/N) (L/N) as they searched for their brother and attempted to discover the secrets of the Cursed Vaults. 

The year prior, (Y/N) (L/N) and Rowan Khanna accidentally released the Cursed Ice throughout the castle and their second year began with numerous warnings to steer clear of danger. Despite all the warnings, (Y/N) still decided to investigate. 

“Are you sure this is the best idea, (Y/N)” Charlie asked, wrapping his knitted scarf around his neck, “I’m all for helping you, but after what happened to Bill, I just want to make sure you’re safe” Charlie admitted, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder. 

(Y/N) shot Charlie a smile, a bright one that made his heart skip a beat, “I’ve got this, Charlie” (Y/N) stated, “And since you’re here, I think our odds are way better” They exclaimed proudly as the two prepared to enter the blocked off corridor. 

Charlie gulped, wiping his sweaty palms against his trousers before reaching out and grabbing (Y/N)’s hand, giving it a light squeeze, “Ready?” Charlie smiled as a light shade of pink spread across his face. Gazing down at their hands, (Y/N) smiled softly and gave a curt nod in response. 

It wasn’t a secret that Charlie had a massive crush on the Curse-Breaker, but he never really found the right moment to admit his feelings. The two entered the corridor and walked up the hidden staircase, covering themselves as they sneakily walked through the area. 

The temperature dropped by the minute as they neared the sealed door. As they approached, the pair drew their wands and sparked a small flame emerging from the tips, “Be careful” (Y/N) muttered as they reached the door that had injured Bill earlier. 

A loud crack rang through the room as the large snowflake began to fire at Charlie and (Y/N). The two managed to hold it off with a few defensive and fire spells, but it was clearly not a well thought out plan to be facing the Vault in their current state. 

(Y/N) was still relatively injured from the last encounter and the dropping temperature made (Y/N) feel more uneasy as time went on. Despite all (Y/N) was feeling, they wouldn’t back down for their mission. Finding their older brother was important, too important to fail yet again.

Charlie glanced over at (Y/N) and noticed their weakening stance, “(Y/N)!” Charlie called out as he worked his way towards her, fighting off the rapid-fire coming from the doorway. The two were young and facing this alone seemed practically impossible, but (Y/N) refused to back down. 

Gritting their teeth, they forced their way forward, fighting off the door’s defenses, “I have to do this!” (Y/N) yelled out, the sudden burst of adrenaline fueling them as they attempted to disarm the gate. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows as he walked towards them, but before he could bring them back, the door shot at Charlie rendering him immobile from the waist down. 

(Y/N) turned to see their friend encased in the ice, but quickly relaxed as he began to break himself out by utilizing magic. Shooting a spell at him, (Y/N) helped free him quicker, but at a higher price. 

As they had their backs turned, a beam shot out hitting them directly in the spine. Charlie’s eyes widened as the watched the ice spread from their back encasing their upper body. 

“NO!” Charlie screamed, blocking off another beam, but he did not anticipate the other one which hit it the back of their head, fully encasing them in the Cursed Ice. At this point, Charlie began to panic as he shot defensive spells and spells towards (Y/N)’s body, slowly shattering the ice that held them captive. 

Once freed, (Y/N) collapsed into Charlie’s arms shivering intensely, “Merlin!” Charlie exclaimed, lifting (Y/N) up the ground and sprinting towards the Vanishing Steps. He wasn’t sure what to do, but his instinct was to get out of there as quickly as possible. 

Although (Y/N) was completely out of the ice, remnants kept appearing on their fingertips and the ice began to spread upwards. Charlie grimaced as (Y/N) grew colder, “C-Charlie,” They stuttered out, “L-Leave me, I’m n-not going to make it” The ice began spreading over their body once again and Charlie shook his head. Setting them down in the corridor, Charlie pulled off his jumper and quickly pulled it over their body and wrapped his scarf around their neck. 

(Y/N) had own jumper and protective clothing but it obviously was not helping their condition. Reaching into his pocket, Charlie pulled out some gloves and slid them over (Y/N)’s hands before lifting them up again and rushing to the Infirmary. (Y/N)’s head rested against his chest as they grew paler and colder by the minute, “HELP!” Charlie yelled.

Madame Pomfrey turned to find the red-headed boy in a panic, holding his (H/H) friend in his arms, “The ice! It got them and I don’t know what to do!” He cried as he set (Y/N) down on the bed. Madame Pomfrey rushed over and pulled off one of the gloves and gasped once she saw the spreading ice. 

How (Y/N) was still awake was beyond her knowledge, but she’d do anything to make sure they remained safe. 

“Charlie” (Y/N) called, reaching their hand out for their friend, “I’m sorry..” They trailed off, obviously having a hard time staying awake, “…you have to deal with t-this” They forced out and Charlie shook his head, fighting back tears. 

“Don’t say that!” He exclaimed, blowing on their hand in order to heat them up, but the ice continued to spread and even though Madame Pomfrey kept casting spells and handing (Y/N) healing potions, it would not slow down. 

“T-Thank you, f-for helping me,” (Y/N) whispered, “I’m s-sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I-I’ve always wanted to go on a date with you” (Y/N) smiled sheepishly. 

“You can!” Charlie exclaimed, tightening the scarf around them and tucking them under the covers, “You can go on a date with me, you just have to hold on” He pleaded, but their eyes continued to droop, “You have to! I don’t want to lose you” Charlie cried, holding (Y/N)’s hand tightly, “You’re bloody incredible and I’m so over the moon about you, but I got the chance to tell you!”

(Y/N) chuckled softly, squeezing his hand weakly, “I love you, Charlie” They muttered. Although they were both young, (Y/N) couldn’t neglect how they felt about Charlie and they needed to admit their feelings before anything else happened. 

Charlie began to sob as he watched (Y/N)’s eyes droop, “No! Please don’t go.” Charlie screamed, “I love you too! Please!” Charlie felt helpless as he watched the ice reach the base of (Y/N)’s neck, the smile still on their face as their body stiffened against the now freezing bed. 

“Find J-Jacob, p-please” (Y/N) breathed out, but after that, there was pure silence. 

“(Y/N)?” Charlie called

But there was no response. 

“(Y/N)?!” He screamed, attempting to shake them awake, but Professor Snape had grabbed the second year and pulled them off (Y/N)’s body as the Headmaster rushed over, “Let me go!” He screamed, but Snape didn’t budge. 

“Mr. Weasley, there’s nothing you can do!” Snape exclaimed, pulling Charlie away from the bed as Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore closed the curtains, shielding Charlie’s view. 

Charlie sank down onto his knees, slamming his fist against the ground as the voices discussed their next course of action. (Y/N) trusted him with this task, they trusted Charlie to keep them safe, but in the end, Charlie Weasley let the guilt of not being able to protect the person he truly cared about consume him. 

Charlie Weasley would never be the same. 

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