#THANKS FOR THE ASK CERU

[evilcokito]

Coco!!!!

How are you!???

Did you eat smth? Drink smh?

I had a random ass thought Urm- I’m not sure if you’re still taking asks about the au, so please do ignore this if you aren’t!

Sam’s sisters in the bleach au-

EVERYTHING PERFECT CERU!!! Hope you are very well too!

What feeds and hydrates me is imagining the TWST characters in the opening 13. Don't worry about the hiatus!!! Im still answer asks and couldn't resist drawing this in my free time this Au carrying my soul, dragging me to hell...how warm. Thank you for the ask!

The Bleach au Asks are always open *EPIC CLAVAR LA ESPADA SOUNDTRACK* and ask in general, only that during hiatus it takes me a while longer to respond.

Even... I still watch Bleach on Saturdays... Captain Sam whispers "Bankai" to me. Bankai-me everything you want. So baby can you feel like number one 🎶 🎶 🎵

The Sam Sis in The Bleach Au!

Aya

One day Sam appeared with her in front of Idia and said: my sister can be useful to you, please take care of her. As always, Sam disappeared without explanation, so Aya works in Squad 12 as a low-ranking Shinigami. She does not resist curiosity, experiments, research. In parallel, like Squad 2 is from her family, she also has that quality of stealth. In general Aya is pleasant and talkative, she says things that others do not understand at 100%. But there's something in her eyes... that scares the entire squad. A slight smile, attentive eyes. Something thinks, something plans, something is going the way she wants. Did Aya get the information she wants? Could it be that you are a laboratory rat?. Idia asked Sam many times how Aya suddenly appeared one day. There are no answers, except a white kimono. Aya's Zanpakuto is a red-handled katana. When the Shikai releases there is a nauseating smell. Everything turns red, black and white. It's as if everything hurts much more, as if someone touched the naked flesh, devoid of skin. Shadows have no skin, no meat, no matter.The shadows have nothing inside... but you...

Sandra

Nothing is known about Sandra right now. She seems to be somewhere else, taking care of other things. COFCOF 0 squad COFCOF- In the past, she was a captain like her brother of squad 2. Curiously, those shinigamis who were in charge of her cannot believe that she was so soft having such a... strong appearance and presence. Sandra also left the head of her family to her brother. No one saw Sandra's Bankai, but her Zanpakuto is related to snakes and poison.

Luna

Luna is part of the Onmitsukidō and was in "Detention Unit" of Squad 2. Among her missions was to take care of "The Nest of Maggots" (The Prison). Since released her shikai, she is in the "Punishment Force": where they search, pursue and eliminate any being that seems suspicious. Actually, Luna hates being in Squad 2... she hates the uniform. "Sam! I hate this uniform! It doesn't let others see a beauty like me!" She leads a double life. On the one hand she is that soft, calm and pretty girl. Luna is the captain's sister, who takes care of her family and has fun flirting with men. On the other she is the commander of the "Punishment Force". Luna's Zanpakuto is related to the Shadow Dogs. With them she can search and track any person or target. Likewise, she can attack and defend herself through them. Hardly lift a finger or fight, her helpful wild beasts will take care of everything.

Marisa

Marisa spends her time traveling to the human world... and sometimes, hardly... she does her shinigami job. She also performs missions in Squad 2 serving as a messenger. She is extremely good at Shumpo and Shunko, in addition to possessing excellent hand-to-hand fighting and acrobatic skills. Sandra taught Marisa, and Marisa taught Sam. In this, Marisa did not hesitate to teach him everything she knows. "A waste of talent and effort" other Shinigami call her. She simply trains because she finds it fun. Her Zanpakuto was never seen in Shikai, she only fights in hand-to-hand combat.

#THANKS FOR THE ASK CERU #It's really a pleasure and it makes me very happy that you ask this #about bleach and the sisters #saimsis #TWST bleach Au

[robo-milky]

“Ah, Cherie~”

His voice rings out, the weight of a palm placed on your shoulder. A pair of emerald eyes glint with amusement, a faint pink playing on his cheeks. Rook Hunt, a upperclassman who’s taken a little too much interest in you.

Tilting your head, you nuzzle into the back of his palm, a purr rolling off your lips. He pinched your cheeks playfully, before pulling his hand away. Pouting slightly, you turn to face him.

“I’ve heard that it’s a special day for you today, Mon amour.”

With a flourish of his hat, he gives you a elegant bow, clutching that hat of his to his chest. Ever the gentleman, he raises a palm, asking for your hand. You relent, placing your hand carefully in his. Fingers intertwining, the ghost of a smile plays on Rook’s lips.

Slipping something onto your wrist, you wince at the sudden cold. A bracelet, silver and smooth. A simple design, yet it had the slender grace of a ballerina. Rook gives your hand an appreciative pat, fingers stroking your fingers.

His eyes meet yours, a gentle sort of gaze, simply overflowing with affection.

“Happy Birthday, Cloche darling.”

Happy birthday from Ceru! Hope you like this, hehe! Thank you for being friends with me, and I wish you a fulfilling belated birthday, Mrs Hunt🫶

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash]

#CERRRUUUUUUU #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS— #YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SHOCKED I WAD TO RECIEVE THIS MOMENTS AFTER I ANNOUNCED THE EVENT FROM TWO WEEKS AGO AND AAAAA ;;;;; #you diamond loving madlad— #still kicking and rolling on my bed from reading this now /// #cloche’ birthday bash 🎊 #ask 🎊 #oc: cloche🎊 #mutuals 🎊 #cat scribblez 🌸 #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst ocs #ceru marple #rookloche #rook x cloche #others writing

[k-looking-glass-house]

Get attacked!!❤️💗Send this to other bloggers you think you are wonderful! Keep the game going💕 BACK AT YOU

Ahghh indeed Ceru hit back.... Thank youuu 🫠✨✨✨💕

#Your ask everyone... Plus the thunder here... #I ll revert back to being a child... #Thank you Ceru !! #Their writing is so great !!! Go check it !!

[ellovett]

Are the stars listening? Alright gimme the mike-

📣📣📣📣 HI I’M CERU AND I JUST ABOUT LOST MY SHIT AND STARTED SCREAMING WHEN YOU FOLLOWED ME-

YOUR ART HAS THIS PRETTY PRETTY SOFT GLOW TO IT???? I LOVE IT HELLO NICE TO MEET YOU-

You made me fall off my chair and bump my elbow so like I’ll need you to be moots with me- for insurance reasons/j no pressure

HELP MEEEE READING THIS MADE ME GIGGLE KDJFH, U R SO NICE THANK YOU!!! The stars have, indeed, heard you!!

but HAIII YES!! It is so nice 2 meet u/properly talk to u Ceru!!!^^ im glad u enjoy my silly lil content KJFHGDKJ and I couldn't NOT follow you, i love how you write, ur fics are an enjoyable read and i find your ocs SO adorable [i lob joules especially hes so cute RAGHHH] !! so it's honor to b moots w u, u seem like such a lovely person!!! <3 [and yea sure ill handle insurance why not LMFAO/lh]

get hit w the moot beam RAGHHHHHH [annihilates you and the surrounding areas w the moot laser]/pos/j

#admin answers #admin post #i rlly didnt expect this tbh this is a nice surprise .. thank u !!!! ToT #thank you for the ask ceru!

[ceru-draws]

Not an ask, i just wanted to tell you your art is lovely!

!!!!

Thank you!! For coming by to say this!! Your unprompted display of kindness has completely destroyed me ( ꈨຶ ˙̫̮ ꈨຶ )💙💙💙💙💙 I hope you're having a good day or night wherever you are

#ceru speaks #me before this ask: :( hm #me after this ask: :) hm! #thank you again mwah

[ceruleancattail]

CERU CONGRATS FOR THE 200FICS MILESTONE 💕💞💖💗 you can publish a real book by that length now 😭💕💗💕💗💕 i love your dedication and more success for youu 🥳🥳

for the sentience event~ is it alright to request the Fellow Honest? 🦊✨

Like imagine him successfully turning every NRC student into dolls and hes exporting them to his boss now but hes quite attached to the "magicless student & their freebie cat" doll set so he plans to keep them rather than sell ✨✨ you know as a token for the good work 👍👍

i like to think that fellow thinks back on that time where Yuu were still human and offered to study with them in NRC... even if it wont come true, its a nicer thought to think that they couldve met as classmates and had a normal relationship... instead of this hollow conversation with a doll created out of their body--

@rayroseu IN MY INBOX!!!!!! Thank you oh my goodness-

Yup, writing a full novel is the goal! Working on little something’s here and there mostly ahah- fanfics are fun too, though!

Thank you so much for the well-wishes! Same to you, the Diasonmia family’s dearest portrait painter.

Er disclaimer, I don’t really know much about Fellow Honest. I’m just going to write this based on the general vibe I get of him. Sorry if it’s very out of character!

Sentience presents:

Tethered

Self Aware Fellow Honest x reader

Tw: yandere

Warmth bleeds into your shoulder. The reassuring weight of a hand, patting you carelessly. An affectionate gesture of a friend, truly. Well, until his hand slide down the length of your arm, fingers caressing every curve.

Your skin used to be softer. Warmer, actually. The gentle warmth of the sun’s golden rays. However, now it’s frozen, wrinkled with the etch of wood, jagging through your entire body.

Fellow’s fingers slid into the grooves carved out on your body, tracing them aimlessly. When he lifts his hand, his fingertips were pressed pink, the patterns on your skin imprinted onto his own.

With one fluid motion, he brings them to his lips. Pressing a sweet, tender kiss into them. It’s sort of romantic, the same marks that mar you, carved deep into the pads of his fingers. Almost like those cutesy matching things couples tend to purchase.

Fellow’s sorry he can’t get you any, but this is certainly much more intimate then any hollow plastic trinket, isn’t it?

Shaking his head, Fellow’s arms snake around your waist. Dragging you closer to them, until your hip bumped against his. The ghost of a smirk waltzing across Fellow’s lips, the dastardly smile of a victor, staring down at his spoils of war. A chuckle bubbles out of his chest, dripping with the amusement a child would have, upon finding a new plaything.

There was something cruel about his laugh, a certain quality that would have made your blood run cold.

Of course, that was when you still had blood running through your veins.

Now, there was nothing but wood. Your pulse faltered to a stop, your lifeless eyes staring back at his own. Even your expression melted back into something neutral. A blank slate.

Gently prising your fingers apart, Fellow slides his palm against yours. Gingerly sliding his fingers in between yours, wrapping around the back of your hand firmly. Leaving no room for escape. Although that wouldn’t matter now, right?

It’s not as if a puppet could break off its own strings. Not when those same strings keep it tethered upright. It’s a pity you couldn’t speak in this state, but Fellow doesn’t mind too much.

He can still hear your voice, echoing ever so clearly within his mind. Your pleading voice, as you clutched at his hand with those warm, gentle palms of yours. Begging for him to release your classmates, for him to come with you to Night Raven College.

You were practically on your knees, asking him to let you save him-

If he was being honest, Fellow’s heart skipped a beat then. For a split second, he let himself hope. A fleeting dream, really. Fellow’s already too deep in this darkness of this twisted wonderland to ever dream of being in the light.

This gentle hope had no place in his heart. All it did was really plunge him in deeper despair, really. It hurts him, ever so truly! You wound him deeper then any knife.

So shouldn’t you take responsibility for your actions?

Fellow knows the light isn’t the place for him.

So he’ll just drag you to the depths of hell with him.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #fellow honest x reader #fellow honest #fellow x reader #fellow #sentience #self aware au #protection potion♦️ #THIS IS THE LAST SENTIENCE REQUEST I’LL ANSWER #THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR ACTIVE PARTICIPATION #gods I’m tired

[legacyfics-archive]

Ominis Gaunt SFW - Volume 3

Third Volume for Ominis Gaunt x MC/Reader archive, this list is all SFW works. More volumes coming soon. Not seeing your fic here? Send me an ask/message with a link so I can get it added!

Oneshots

A Lifetime - @sebastianwallows

a little unsteady - @orobaxis

A Night to Remember - @ironicallyokay

Animagus - @sammiesallow

Butterbeer Woes - @homeofplatonicfics

Burn For You - @rosabellatonks

Cuddling with Ominis - @darkwizardings

deeply. - @orobaxis

Envious Serpent - @darkwizardings

Find Me Between the Lines - @feralcreaturescave

He's addicted to your scent - @arthenaa

Herbology Class - @seabass-swallows

i could recognize her by touch alone, by smell (i would know her blind) - @orobaxis

"I would love to meet your dingle-doodle" - @roohuh

In the shadow of death - @life-at-hogwarts

Late Nights - @mialuna32

Lost Love Pt 2 - @crimsonedquill - (Part one Sebastian)

malogranatum - @rosarybitch

meeting under blue skies (belting out sunlight) - @orobaxis

Mischeivious - @darkwizardings

Nearly Headless - @sebastianwallows

on that tree i'll carve our names - @philliam-writes

On Your Side - @undercrofttt

Our Silver Lining - @postmodernblog

Regained Sights - @darkwizardings

Say Yes to Me - @arthenaa

Seeing Stars - @sebastianwallows

Sign of the Times - @sebastianwallows

sleepless nights - @undercrofttt

(so for once in my life) let me get what i want - @orobaxis

Studying in the greenhouse - @roohuh

thanks a lot professor black - @orobaxis

The Event of the Season - @emptycauldron

Useless - @darkwizardings

valentines day chaos - @orobaxis

will 'yule' go to the ball with me? - @orobaxis

You and me - @sebastianwallows

you are a wildflower garden growing in my head - @spaceyaceface

You Can Always Learn - @sebastianwallows

You Were the First - @spaceyaceface

your hand in his - @ceru-at-hogwarts

your voice - @elinoracia

"you look pale--well paler than usual" - @lovelivecat

Under 1k

I love you so much - @all-timelee

Ominis loves to touch you - @pasukiyo

Headcannons

Crush Headcannons - @sammiesallow

First time cuddling - @sammiesallow

Meeting Ominis Gaunt in Hogwarts - @orobaxis

Ominis and an awkward reader - @sebastianwallows

Ominis Gaunt dating - @sammiesallow

Reader and Ominis's Hands - @sebastianwallows

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x you #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy ominis

[whumpflash]

Penumbra: Undeserving

for Angstpril, Day 28: Trust Issues (alt)

cw: referenced beatings/abuse/torture, death wish, brief reference/allusion to self harm

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Even warm and dry, even in a bed for the first time in months, even utterly exhausted, Cerus could not fall asleep. In the time since his fall, not a single person had falsified kindness before hurting him, before taking from him, but nevertheless, Cerus didn't trust the soldier's intentions. He'd never given anyone a reason to love him. Never a reason to extend a hand. And even when asked directly, the soldier wouldn't give him an answer.

What did they want? Every possible reason for their administrations eluded him; beating him didn't require a bed. Taking vengeance in other ways didn't demand his wounds be bandaged. Anything they wanted from him could've simply been seized, be it the boots off his feet or the flesh off his back, and not a soul would bat an eye. Such were the rewards of the damned, and Cerus had come to expect as much. 

There was always the possibility that the soldier wanted more than simple revenge. Perhaps they thought they could access his magic, the lifeblood that had been torn away from him at the trial where he should've been allowed to die. If that were so, the soldier was a bigger fool than he'd thought. In his early days as a slave to the kingdom, when he was at his most desperate, he'd tried to cut away the tattoos the priests had tainted his skin with. He'd despaired to learn it was a fool's errand; they kept coming back.

Even without the black marks of the holy mages, any spell requiring refined movements would be impossible with his ruined hands. He'd been allowed a healer after the trial, so that he could be put to work right away, but the woman who'd done it didn't bother to align bones, or even hold the larger gashes closed, and Cerus was left with ugly scars and uglier hands. Hands that could hardly grasp the tools he was made to use; fingers that still spiked with pain when he tried to curl them.

The soldier hadn't returned yet. Cerus was uncertain how long it had been since they'd closed the door, and as he lay shivering on the mattress, trying to suppress the painful coughs that wracked his body, he wondered if they'd come back at all. Despite their supposed determination to care for him, they didn't seem to enjoy it; hardly looking his way, hardly speaking. Perhaps they were only acting on orders. That would explain some of the situation, but still left the larger question of why unanswered.

He wished they would hurt him and be done with it; the fear of what was to come was worse than any pain they could inflict. At least then he'd know what to expect. A whip, a stick, a fist. Something that left him shaking and bleeding, something easier to understand than a gentle hand.

In spite of those hopes, Cerus still flinched when the door at last swung open. The soldier was back, a steaming bowl in hand.

"My uncle's gone to bed," they said as they crossed the room. "I'd thank you to not start shouting at me again."

Their uncle. Was that who had ordered him brought here? What did he want with him? A ransom, perhaps. Nurse him back to health and sell him to a lord who desired revenge. Cerus was very used to revenge.

At the mines, if a night was particularly dull, workers would pay him a visit. Reminisce about sisters and mothers, lovers and sons, lost to the war. Punish him for it, with whatever they had on hand, and let his screams soothe their grief. He couldn't pretend any of it was undeserved.

"Let me help you sit up," the soldier said. "You'll have an easier time eating if you aren't lying on your stomach."

Cerus didn't respond, but allowed himself to be lifted, wincing as the movement pulled at his damaged back. The feeling there wasn't what it had once been, but pain still found a way to sink its fingers into him.

The soldier propped him against the wall, taking care to avoid the wounded skin, and Cerus once again wondered why they'd bother. Even on orders, their master couldn't fault them for a moment of carelessness. They picked up the bowl then, holding a spoonful of broth to his lips.

"Shell stew," they said. "I'm sure you've had it since coming here."

He hadn't. A thin porridge in the morning, bread and a strip of dried fish at night. Enough to keep him on his feet, for the most part. 

Cerus took the broth, too hungry and exhausted to feel humiliated at the notion of being fed like a babe. Whatever the soldier's plans were for him, refusing food wouldn't help. He hoped the stew was poisoned.

In slow silence, the soldier helped him to empty the bowl; thin, salty broth full of bits of potato and seaweed and a chewy meat that reminded him of the smell of the ocean. He felt warmer after, though shivers still ran through his body.

The soldier rolled him back onto his stomach, then left with the dish, returning moments later with another blanket. They laid it on the floor, parallel with Cerus, and blew out the pair of oil lamps that lit the room; leaving nothing but the faint glow of clouded moonlight from the window.

Were they sleeping on the floor? Had they been commanded to watch over him tonight, so he wouldn't try and run? 

"Wh—?" he started to say, but the shift of air in his throat sparked another coughing fit, driving spikes of pain through his lungs and still-healing ribs.

"I hope you're not about to ask me 'why' again," came the soldier's voice from somewhere in the darkness. "Sleep."

Cerus was silent for a moment, steadying his breathing before trying again. "Are you meant to be guarding me?" His voice came out ragged and small. He hadn't had much reason to speak in the last months. Begging rarely granted him a reprieve, though sometimes his stupid tongue couldn't help itself, and conversation wasn't one of the labors the kingdom demanded of him.

"If you'd really like to leave, by all means, do it." The soldier's tone told him they were tired of this topic. Cerus was tempted to push it, to goad them into lashing out, into striking him, or throwing him back into the rain. Something that would shed a light on their intentions for him.

But he didn't, instead allowing his eyes to drift closed, though he knew sleep would elude him. Pointless as it was, Cerus hoped the soldier or their master could be convinced to kill him.

Put an end to this. Once and for all.

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@whumpwillow @rabbitdrabbles @kixngiggles @honeycollectswhump @chibichibivale

#angstpril 2023 #fic #day 28 #trust issues #alt prompt #whump #penumbra: shadow king #fantasy whump #villain whump #royal whumpee #cerus when someone is actively healing him and outright states they're tired of seeing people hurting: ???? what can it mean #tw torture #reluctant caretaker #broken bones #beating tw #genuinely cant say how much i have left of this story

[tavina-writes]

For the fanfic ask meme: T, X, and Y:

T: Any fanfic tropes you can’t stand?

X: How would you categorize your fanfic reading?  Are you a voracious reader?  Do you carefully pick and choose?  Something in between?

Y: What are your thoughts on your personal satisfaction with something you’ve written vs. the popularity of your stories?  Do you tend to be most satisfied with your most popular stories?  

oh man, Ceru thank you so much for letting me procrastinate on writing this fic :DDDD

T: I am oddly really picky! I both really adore and also can't stand lots of different romance tropes, (and tbh other tropes) and it's really about context? Even if I say "oh I don't really like x" I tend to also...either write x or enjoy x in certain contexts, so I think for this I'd say that I can like most things in the right context, and there's nothing I really can't stand in universe, just more stuff that I dislike on a meta level.

Okay false, I thought of something: I hate not self aware ~cute~ farmcore and gardening adventures. Farming and Gardening are about WAR and SUFFERING and DEATH and LIFE and not about ~cute.~

X: I used to read almost everything and really often, but uhhh in the past two? three? years I've kind of, fallen off the fic reading bandwagon. I still do read fic! But almost exclusively because it was recced to me, I barely ever wander through character and ship tags anymore, which is a real shame! Maybe I should get back into doing that.

Y: I'd say there's a lot of stuff that I've written that hasn't gotten as much attention as the stuff that's "most popular" that I'm really fond of. TBH if I've published it, I'm really fond of it in some way. People often surprise me with what they really liked of my works or what they thought was really good!

I have to say, I'm still so fond of After tomorrow — who can say? which I wrote last year on a whim, and 有谁例外| Who is the exception? which I'm still rotating in my brain even now, but I know the "this is really far post canon" and "fic for a drama you certainly have never seen isn't really...lots of people's tea. So in a way, I can also see why certain fics that I really like and think of as some of my best work are like, "and this fic was beloved by you and two tumbleweeds."

:DD thanks for the ask!

#asks and answers #I have some meta pertaining to fandom thoughts about how like #'is this a good piece of writing?' and 'do I like this thing I've written?' and 'did lots of other people like this piece of writing?' #are like #completely different things really #sometimes those circles overlap but the overlap is much smaller than one thinks when one is looking from the outside you know?

[genderfluid-info-blog]

what neos do you like to use personally? love the blog btw 💜

Thank you for asking! I pretty much literally use any and every pronoun and neopronoun. Although there are some neopronouns that I prefer over others, it always makes me happy when people use neos for me! Sometimes the fact alone that someone used a certain neo for me makes me like it lol. Again, thank you so much for this ask, this list was a lot of fun to make, and thanks for enjoying my blog <3

I tried to compile a list of some of my fav neopronouns under the cut (they are in order of preference, but I love all of them!!):

cae/caer/caers/caers/caerself

ne/nem/nems/nems/nemself

it/it/its/its/itself

ocean/ocean/oceans/oceans/oceanself

se/sea/seas/seas/seaself

ze/zem/zir/zirs/zemself

for/forest/forests/forests/forestself

so/soil/soils/soils/soilself

ry/ryve/ryver/ryvers/ryverself

ka/kaem/kaer/kaers/kaemself

ro/rock/rocks/rocks/rockself

ki/kif/kir/kirs/kifself

ce/cim/cir/cirs/cirself

eon/eon/eons/eons/eonself

ve/vem/vir/virs/vemself

ey/em/eir/eirs/eirself

xe/xem/xir/xirs/xemself

iv/iv/ivs/ivs/ivself

rai/rain/rains/rains/rainself

mo/moss/mosses/mosses/mosself

ai/air/airs/airs/airself

ae/aer/aers/aers/aerself

ink/ink/inks/inks/inkself

lake/lake/lakes/lakes/lakeself

mao/mao/maos/maos/maoself

dae/daem/daems/daems/daemself

moon/moon/moons/moonself

co/col/cold/colds/coldself

fo/fog/fogs/fogs/fogself

cie/cier/ciers/ciers/cierself

poem/poem/poems/poems/poemself

azure/azure/azures/azures/azureself

le/lem/lemon/lemons/lemonself

buck/buck/bucks/bucks/buckself

sap/sap/saps/saps/sapself

brook/brook/brooks/brooks/brookself

cha/chao/chaos/chaos/chaoself

frost/frost/frosts/frosts/frostself

echo/echo/echos/echos/echoself

tea/tea/teas/teas/teaself

herb/herb/herbs/herbs/herbself

er/era/eras/eras/eraself

citrus/citrus/citrus/citrus/citruself

cloud/cloud/clouds/cloudself

leaf/leaf/leafs/leafs/leafself

oe/oen/oer/oers/oenself

arc/arcti/arctic/arctics/arcticself

ce/ceru/cerulean/ceruleans/ceruleanself

fae/faer/faer/faers/faerself

aqua/aqua/aquas/aquas/aquaself

eq/eq/eqs/eqs/eqself

plant/plant/plants/plants/plantself

#asks #genderfluid #nonbinary #transgender #lgbtq #lgbtq+ #lgbtqia #lgbtqia+ #genderfaer #pronouns #neopronouns

[evilcokito]

COCO. It’s fate that the number of captains concisely matches the twst bois. They were meant for this au real/j

I’m curious as to what Sam and Crewel’s sword names and bankais are! And Cater’s, I mean what anyways

Do overblots equate hollows in this au-

It must be one of those unpredictable things of fate.

Let's start with Cater...*wink, wink*

Cater Diamond -

- Lieutenant [alongside Trey Clover] of Captain Riddle. They all belong to the 3rd squad.

For the "activation phrase/word" and the names of the Zanpakuto, I usually leave the name of the Unique Magic in one of them. In Cater's case "Split Card" is the Shikai phrase.

SO, CATER SHIKAI-

Watch Closely...

`Kagayakeru fumetsu no hōseki (?)'

"Shining Immortal Jewel"

Cater's power allows him to MULTIPLY the number of blows he inflicts on the enemy depending on the steps he takes until he gets closer. Suppose you are 5 steps away from him… 5 hits together… suppose you are 20 steps away from him… 20 Hits.

You could run away [ but keep adding hits if he grabs you ] or stay close and take 1 or dodge.

Cater's Zanpakuto is about the relationship between trying to break/dividing something you can't break [the myth of the unbreakable diamond] so the more hits... more chance. The Bankai... will also have to do with that...

Yes. I translated the Japanese with Google , it probably says something that has nothing to do with it. but it is undeniable that it is very cool... Do not use it, as precaution... but IMAGINE CATER SAYING THAT IN JAPANESE.

-> Sam and Crewel Zanpakuto names below! and info-

Sam Zanpakuto Shikai:

Shiver fear...

"Suimin mahi"[ Sword name : Sleep Paralysis ]

Bankai: its a Secret &lt;3 ok no

... Panic ...

"View to the Dance of a Thousand Shadows"

Divus Zanpakuto Shikai:

Discipline!

"Ken'i no koe"[ Sword name : Authority Voice ]

Bankai:

Stay!

"Bound to the Beast's command"

and-

Do overblots equate hollows in this au?

Hollow and Overblot are apparently equivalent and born the same way (negative energy), but for some reason- the shinigamis are not naturally immune to these Overblots... as are those with Hollows (?).

The Overblots of the students are more related to the Vizard (Shinigamis that have- generated Hollow powers). So this Au is going to deal with why this happens and who is causing it. Not Aizen.

They're both here causing chaos.

#twst #twisted wonderland #cater diamond #twstxbleach au #twst au #thanks for ask!! #Imagine Cater eliminating a Menos Grande with A SHIKAI HOW MUCH POWER #there is a problem and it is that I love all the characters of TWST. #and that means that I want to give him VERY GOOD powers everyone BUT is EXCESSIVE #Sam I don't care how but I need your powers to CAUSE A LOT OF FEAR #YES CERU IM TOTALLY OK IN THIS AU ITS NOT ME AND SAM IN MY HEAD SAYING BANKAI

[befuddled-calico-whump]

hi its me your local cerus enjoyer 🖤 may i request #5 and #2 from the “whump fun” section of that prompt list game for him?

Thanks for sending prompts! you know it's a good combo when I immediately know exactly what I'm gonna do with it

a spark of hope + revenge

cw: referenced abuse, blood, explicit gore

from this game ///// Penumbra Masterlist

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"Are you alright?"

It was a question Cerus hadn't heard since he was a very young boy, a question he hadn't expected to ever hear again, especially not in this coaldust-streaked hell.

He almost thought he'd dreamt it.

He'd been sick for days now, a fever burning away at his strength like fire on candlewick, and the tiresome, never-ending work had finally become too much for him. Only by some miracle had he made it out of the mountain before collapsing.

"Are you alright?"

The question came again, insisting on its own reality, and when Cerus managed to lift his head, he found himself staring into the bright eyes of a sandy-haired young man. He was half-crouched above him, an expression of concern on his face.

Concern. Didn't he know who he was standing over? Didn't he know better than to care?

When Cerus didn't answer, the man didn't shout at him, or try and beat a response out of him. Instead, he fully knelt.

"You don't look well. Please, let me help." He extended a hand, and Cerus watched it warily. Not that he'd be able to prevent it, should the hand decide to harm him.

"Why?" he asked.

"I am to assist the Healer. It will be my job to see to the well-being of the miners."

"It's not seventh day. The Healer isn't here," Cerus muttered, and the words felt like sand in his mouth, grating against his tongue and throat. Why was he even bothering to speak? Either this would end in pain or it wouldn't, and he certainly had no say in the outcome.

"I wanted to meet the people I'd be helping," the man said, breaking into a sunshiny grin. "My name is Yven."

"Cerus," he practically spat in return. If the man had been oblivious before, surely now he'd—

"A pleasure to meet you, Cerus. Shall we get you to a bed?"

Impossible.

"You… don't you know who I am?" 

Puzzlement crossed Yven's face as he wrapped an arm around Cerus's torso. "You are a convict," he said. "And a former mage, judging by the marks you bear."

Standing proved difficult, even with assistance from Yven, and though it had been months since his shattered bones were mended, pain still spiked through his legs when he placed his weight on them. But right now, Cerus could ignore it. Right now, he was wholly preoccupied trying to figure out what to make of this young healer.

"You are right on both counts," he said, and mentally debated if he should say more, or leave it there. Letting Yven help him when he didn't know the full truth was cowardly, but Cerus was almost too tired to care. Misery was a constant, would now always be a constant. Why not let the younger man help him in his blissful ignorance? Why not allow himself some scrap of comfort, no matter how dishonorable it felt?

And so he said no more, leaning heavily on Yven as he guided him towards the Healer's barracks. The little building was empty when they stepped inside, another small thing to be grateful for. More time to rest in untruth.

Yven helped him into a bed, a real bed, and pulled a soft cotton blanket over him. It was nothing short of bliss. The thought of getting true sleep, of being allowed to hide here, unbothered, for even just a day was almost too much for Cerus to grasp.

He barely noticed when the healer stepped away to lock the door. The click of a lock—of shackles, of doors—was a daily occurrence, and Cerus couldn't find a reason to question it.

Yven returned to his bedside, setting a heavy-sounding bag on the floor beside him. The back of a cool hand pressed against Cerus's forehead, accompanied by a small 'hm'.

"You're burning up. I ought to get you some good hot broth from the kitchens." He sat on the floor. Cerus heard the sounds of metal hitting metal as he rummaged through his bag, and thought nothing of it. One by one, Yven withdrew things he couldn't see and set them on the floor beside the bed with muted thuds. Then he stood, a small pot of blue dye and a brush in his hands.

Mender's paint. A tool for apprentice or novice healers, or sometimes masters if they were taking on a particularly complex or life-threatening wound, it was used to draw runes on a patient's body to assist in concentration and lessen the magical load.

Once upon a time, when Cerus was a child naive enough to think he could master light magic without consequence, he'd practiced with the substance. Now he lay still as Yven dipped the brush into the pot and drew lines of blue over his torso.

Was he trying to quell the fever? Most healers dealt solely in wounds of the flesh, and while Cerus's flesh certainly wasn't unbloodied, Yven seemed more concerned with his illness. Perhaps the younger man thought closing half-healed wounds and mending cracked bone would ease the strain on his body. He certainly wouldn't be wrong, were that his intent, but the runes he was painting seemed far too intricate for simple work such as that.

Yven seemed to register the confusion on Cerus's face, and offered a small smile.

"You'll need strong bodily healing to survive," he offered, making one final curl with the brush before tucking it away.

To survive? The phrasing only brought on more confusion, steeped in a sense of unease that coiled inside him like a viper.

"After all, you've been sentenced to live, haven't you?"

As Yven said the words, panic shot through Cerus like darkness converging on a snuffed candle. Momentarily heedless of his weakened state, he sat up, eyes wide, only to be easily shoved back down by Yven.

"I know who you are. Of course I know who you are," the young healer hissed, leaning in close, one palm flat and heavy in the center of Cerus's chest. His heart pounded against it, blood rushing in his ears, head spinning.

"How could I forget the shadow that fell over my home? The unholy things that crawled from their graves and tore apart the living?" Yven's hand raked through his hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking his head back. "Your evil has stained all of Feyadel. No one will ever forget what you've done."

He knew that, he knew that, why had he expected this new healer's treatment to be anything other than this?

Yven suddenly pulled away, reaching for something on the floor, coming back with a knife.

Cerus was too shocked to even scream as the younger man plunged it into his stomach, right between two blue runes. The pain only reached him when Yven withdrew the blade, blood following the metal out of the wound. And with it came a numb sense of relief.

That it was finally over, that someone had at last had enough of seeing him continue to live and breathe. Cerus embraced the pain in his core, and willed his vision to darken, willed his body to shut down quickly…

But then Yven was covering the split flesh with his hand, chanting under his breath, eyes and runes glowing a cool blue, and Cerus felt the wound begin to close. Within minutes, the skin had sealed, leaving Cerus silently shaking with the memory of it.

He had little time to register what had just happened before Yven dug the blade in again, burying it to the hilt, pinning Cerus with his free hand as he dug a scarlet line from hip to hip. Cerus's scream didn't sound like much of a scream for long, rising in pitch and desperation until it sounded to his ears like something inhuman. A death keen of a dying beast, a shriek from an unholy demon.

Maybe that was all it really was.

It tapered off into a helpless cry as Yven slid a hand into the wound, and that weakened to shallow gasps as the healer began to dig around inside, fingers tangling through guts, brushing organs, tearing at the bits of tissue that held everything together.

He couldn't remember how to beg, or even scream. He couldn't remember how to breathe. 

He convulsed as Yven squeezed and pulled at the parts of him that were never meant to see the light, the pain and deep feeling of intrusion, of wrongness drowning out everything else but the ripping, squirming hand.

The feeling eventually began to fade, and with it his consciousness; an icy numbness spreading through his body like frost, slowly reaching up to take away his senses. But by then, Yven's hand, gloved in scarlet, was hovering above his stomach, and the wound was closing.

Even with the healing, the residual pain left Cerus gasping and trembling, unable to form coherent thoughts or pleas. It felt like a den of snakes had burrowed into his gut and were set on eating their way through him.

The second healing looked to have drained Yven, and there was a tremor to the healer's hands as he washed away the blood. He didn't say another word to Cerus, not that it would've mattered if he had. He'd done what he'd come here to do, what so many others here itched to do.

And as Cerus watched the young healer exit the barracks on shaky legs, the image hazy and distant, he found himself unable to blame him.

Blood for blood. Pain for pain.

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#im having fun with his pov #this was a fun piece :) #penumbra: shadow king #ill rb on whumpflash tomorrow #its getting lateish and im hungry #whump #fantasy whump #a spark of hope #revenge whump #villain whump #royal whump #tw blood #tw gore #vivisection whump #tw vivisection #not *exactly* but uh #pretty close #bad caretaker

[skylertheminish]

Even more inane dog water writing! Please read tags for credit... can't wait to find typos and awful grammar later on lol.

A rumor and a bad guy.

The past few days had been awful. Case after case had been springing up and all with concerning records. Considering staff had rescues to take care of after hours, such as myself, this increase of workload was worrying indication of something sinister. While there was no evidence to confirm the suspicions of my boss. There was plenty speculation among staff that an organisation was the cause.

Galar has a Team for sure. But this wasn't Team Yell's kind of thing. And sure they were a headache to deal with, sinister they were not...or cruel for that matter! And it certainly wasn't Team Rocket. They got disbanded...right?

I finished off the last bit of work I could before clocking off. My bones cracking as I rose from my chair. Heading down the hallway I met up with Kate.

"Ya look awful. Like something dead warmed up" she commented while handing me a cup of tea, rather something passing itself off as tea. Don't know what the centre got for drinks but I'd wish they'd spend a little more on tea that had greater strength than 3 tea leaves.

"Aye" I sighed along with my thanks. Taking a sip of the weak tea water tea. Weak but welcoming.

"So have ya heard?"

"Hm? Heard what?" I asked before taking another sip.

"About the rumor going about. Thought you'd of all people would know" she gave a rather confused look at me.

"If its anything about whom is behind all these new cases then I have an idea or two. But anything outside of that I dunno. Been drowning in work."

This for some reason just prompted her to give a small smile. Which only confused me even more. She clearly knew something about this rumor.

"Well I've got something for ya to think about on the drive back home! Not exactly a change of scene, but I'm sure it will catch your interest to say the least."

"Aight what's the word then?"

As per usual for these rumors. It started off with someone who knew a relative of someone else with a gammy leg or whatever. Although in this case it was true. A member of staff has a relative who fits the description, and they were the source of the rumor. Kate was on the money about it catching my interest too.

"A missing Ceruledge you say?"

"Aye. Kinda odd we'd hear about this while you have your wee ones don't 'cha think?"

"I think it's just a coincidence. Odd for sure, but nothing more than that" I finished the tea "I'd best head off before traffic gets worse. Cheers for the tea Kate!"

"Take care!" I heard her say as I made my way to collect the Ceruledge infant and her brother from the daycare in the centre. Thankfully the drive back home was calm with only moderate traffic. Perfect for mulling things over! Kate knew full well that rumor regarding the percular Ceruledge would hold my interest, and get my mind somewhat off the recent cases. The person who rescued the pokemon from the lake was set on finding out more about it and its trainer. Knowing there was someone going out of their way for this Ceruledge cheered me up somewhat.

The drive home almost flew by before I knew it. If not for the few spells of traffic it certainly would have! Arriving back home, I went to preparing my Pokemon their dinner before loading a game to play and relax and distract myself from the past few awful days.

A good hour or so had passed. And Ceru decided she wanted to watch me play the game by climbing up onto my lap. She seemed to enjoy what was being played on the tv. Or at the very least was interested. But her response to a particular npc caught me off guard.

"Rrrrrr"

Her growling prompted a chuckle from my tired self. I knew this character she was growling at. It was the main bad guy currently disguised as a rotund, joyful mayor. "You don't like that man?"

"Rrrrr!" Hissss!

Oh she really didn't like the funny round man on the tv! And her hissing got me into a fit of chuckles. "Oh we don't like that man huh?" I commented while giving Ceru pats in an attempt to calm her.

"Don't worry lass. He is the bad guy and we won't let him win!"

Ceru crossed her arms and gave a nod. This video game character wasn't going to win. Not on her watch!

The past few days had been awful. But seeing Ceru look so determined, and hearing her adorable growls cheered me up and reminded me why I do what I do. They're worth fighting for.

#my inane writing #couldn't think of decent ending #credit goes to The-Spam-Specialist #sorry in advanced if you're not happy about the thing. let me know and I'll delet the thing #please read Forged in Captivity! #pokemon #ceruledge #ceruledge the smol knight

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Huggghhhhhhhhhhhhwwww~ *dead soul hanging around*

@ceruleancattail

Little Ceru sorry.............It's sleeping in my inbox since a while now.... Thank you little dearie!!! Same goes for you!!! Enjoy a certain Diamond with a custom card... hn hn

Sorry for the late answer!!!!

Just so you know little one....some of your ask are impossible to answer as there are no reply option to them....Why...IDK...tumblr...we need answers....

#kanswers #little ceru the mage of misery who fullfil some fantasy with their writing skill!!! #cater diamond

[ellovett]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity ❤︎

AWEEE HOW SWEET ToT I SOBB THANK U SM CERU!!! ❤︎❤︎ eats the star mmmm yum hydrogen and helium

#admin answers #admin post #thank you for the ask ceru!

[tunabesimpin]

TUNA CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE!!! I MIGHT HAVE ACCIDENTALLY SENT AN ASK BEFORE I FINISHED TYPING-

you can crucify me and like stab me for that I don’t mind-

Omg your art has this cute bouncy quality to it, I love love love it!!!!! It’s so cute??? But also has this paintery quality to it, I totes dig it!!!!

Tuna’s overblot design? Pogging-

You’re super cool and I am high key shivering in my boots typing this out to you-

Erm for the event can I get Ceru Marple?

Fav thing to do in the summer would be reading a good book in the shade. It’s an excellent time to read, with the sunlight warming their skin.

What they would do at the party? Beach volleyball sounds super fun! They’ll love to play~ whoever’s on the opposite team is going to get destroyed/j

Their Favourite colour is light blue!

Ceru plans to wear swimming trunks and a jacket over it. Y’all gotta pay for the midriff/j

They’ll bring along sunscreen, and a cooler bag full of cold drinks! Well, perhaps some interesting potions mixed within…

Can I bring you as a plus one/j

Most likely I’ll bring Grim! Convinced him with tuna, what else-

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANS CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE!!’n

--- The sun was harsh, but Ceru was prepared! Quickly setting up under one of the breach umbrellas they were quick to get their sunscreen and jacket ready. After setting up the volleyball net with Leona, Tuna trotted over to see Ceru. "Hey!!! I'm so glad you could make it!!! When I got your RSVP I was so happy!" The smile on Tuna's face seemed to stretch for miles. Leona yelled out from the makeshift volleyball court "Come on we don't have all day, are you two playing or not?" After a nod of agreement from Ceru and Grim, the two followed after Tuna to the court. "Alright!" Tuna exclaimed "It'll be me, Ceru and Grim VS Leona and Ruggie!" With a smug grin Leona questioned "What? you guys get a third and we don't? seems a bit unfair doesn't it... Well whatever, we'll still win against you pipsqueaks" The trio grimaced at the snide remark but readied themselves on their side of the net. "You're gonna eat those words Leona!" Tuna wailed as they set the ball. The game was heating up! Players running about the field and tumbling through the sand. Tuna performed a few exaggerated shots, yelling 'ROLLING THUNDER' after some rolls. Leona retorted with a hard spike, but Ceru was able to catch the ball! However, the pure strength behind the shot sent the ball flying up high. Tuna and Grim both reach for the ball, but end up missing the receive! Depth perception be damned this ball was gone! Point for Leona & Ruggie. The game went on plenty, but it was quite an easy win for the two opposing jocks. I mean they do play Magift and train constantly, it should be no surprise. Ceru, Tuna and Grim collapse to the sand a sigh of defeat resonates through the air. "Welp..." Tuna sighed but gave a light hearted chuckle "Don't worry team! We'll win the next one for sure!" "THE NEXT ONE?!" Grim and Ceru exclaim, not understanding Tuna's never ending energy. ---

AAAA THANK YOUUUUU SO SO MUCH FOR UR KIND WORDS AAAAA IM GLAD U ENJOY MY ART AND EVERYHTING AAAA <3 I APPRECIATE IT ALL SM TOT <3 & dw!!! I don';t see any extra/ double asks so ur all good! ALSO YESS I HAD SM FUN DOIN THE OVERBLOT IT WAS QUITE DIFFERENT FROM WHAT I NORMALLY DO SO IM GLAD U LIKED IT SO!

Ceru is so pretty aaauughh!!! My heart!!! I wasn't sure of their pronouns or anything so i kept it gender neutral i hope thats ok!!! I wanted us to win so badly but bro ain't no way against the savanaha claw duo LMAOOOO I'm sure after all that exercise tho a nice book and drink to relax with will feel much more gratifying!!!

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR COMING TO THE PARTY AAAA

#tunasseasideSQ #tuna be talkin #ceruleancattail #event request #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst tuna #twst fanart #twst fanevent #tuna be writin