Greetings, and welcome to my domain. If you’re new here, welcome! If not, then thank you for returning to my page.
My name is CursedCola. I post semi-decent content for various fandoms, my own creations, and the occasional nonsense.
Some things that I like:
Twisted Wonderland
Baldur’s Gate 3
Palia
Rune Factory
Dragon Age
Sally Face
Akuma-Kun // GeGeGe No Kitaro
Professor Layton
TMNT (All Variants) = See 'SparklingSencha' for my works!
Moomins
Princess Jellyfish
Otome Games and Visual Novels
This list may change as I join/fall out of fandoms, but content from my previous hyper-fixations will always be here for anyone to enjoy.
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I do commission work as of 11/12/25! On my Ko-fi I offer character letters and custom fandiction via request. These are commission-only features that pertain to a variety of fandoms (Twisted Wonderland, Genshin Impact, etc 'by request')
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I am also the current developer/author of "TWISTED WONDERLAND: "The Hall Of Mirrors", renamed 'Twisted Fates' as of 2026'. A text-based interactive story that spins off of Yana Tobaso's "Twisted Wonderland". Subject to be published either as a Twine VN or interactive fic on ao3. Still debating.
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Final Thoughts
Thank you for reading up until this point. It means a great deal to me!
Hello! Loved the kaboom fics for Palia, I live and breathe angst. I saw you're planning on doing more installments for the other romance options, and I was wondering if you'd consider doing one for Eshelon? I know he's new and not yet released from plot jail, but the fact that he (and Subira+Tamala) personally witnesses the explosion is juicy >:3 Either way ty for your services to this fandom :DD
I will :)
We just need more information on him, so he’ll be done once the Royal Highlands gets more fleshed out. Depending on how his character gets fleshed out…that story can be written one of three ways lol
cannot belive you know princess jellyfish. amazing! love that show, i hate how soon the ending came (i needed them to make out)
It’s so good haha. As a fashion nerd it’s a story true to my heart (I also saw a lot of myself in the female lead. We both had a jellyfish hyper-fixation). Definitely been in my top 10 ever since I was a teenager >_<
Commission acceptance is on a short pause over on KoFi ! Just a break for some days so I can replenish brain fuel lol. I’ll announce when they reopen over here once I’m raring to go again
He has the old money leather wallet phone case and I never knew it would suit his old soul ass so much. I should have known. He collects coins and probably takes his coffee black. He sets an alarm but wakes up naturally before it even rings. The disgruntled expression in his sleepwear groovy paired with that silk pajama set just —
Y’all. We make fun of Lilia for being the old soul but Azul is the ACTUAL out-of-touch grandpa. He scrolls through that phone using his pointer finger and adjusts his glasses when reading through an article. I just know it
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Hello, everyone! Can you believe that it's been nearly 5 years since I started this blog on a whim, wanting to write for TWST and post silly things about visual-novel development? I never thought that my writing would attract thousands of wonderful people, neither that my little hobby would lead to writing well over 500K words of content. Between fics, head-cannons, a visual novel, and now a mystery romance that I plan to publish on ao3. It's kind of wild, y'know? I've made some good friends on this site, shared work with some really great mutuals, and really just found lots of love in exploring communities.
Which...now leads me into the second part of this announcement. The part that took days of convincing myself to make, because I was stubborn and prideful and a bit ashamed.
If you've followed me for years, interacted with me, or are one of my good friends -- you know that back in 2023 I was diagnosed with a chronic, autonomic nervous system disorder called POTS (Postural-Orthostatic-Tachycardiac Syndrome). As the years have progressed, it's severity has only gotten worse. I've found my entire life flipped upside down, and when paired with cardiac problems and other issues...ah, it's been a difficullt journey. I had to drop out of college, take loans to pay my bills, and have lost 6 jobs while trying to find one that I can function with. Some I lasted a bit of time at - others I barely started before an accident happened that lead to resigning. One was this past week. My sixth opportunity, I nearly caused an accident that I likely would not have recovered from.
So, I'm out of work with no clear direction for a time. Between my loans, medical costs, and other needs from the past three years - I need to raise about 30k to make a clean slate going forward. I know. It's a hefty sum, but I need to start finding a way. A dollar from ten different means makes 10, which is 10 more than what I started with.
And...I know it's kind of silly. This idea just came to me while I was brainstorming for hours, because I've been writing on here for many years, and I thought 'If I could do a commission for every person who follows me, then it may just be enough'. I feel like those commercials on cable tv that go 'if everyone gave a dollar then all the puppies can have shelter for the winter' - and I used to hate those commercials because they'd make me so sad. Except I understand why they air, because it's true. If everyone who watched them DID donate a dollar, then I bet a lot of dogs would have a warm bed.
Ah. That was slightly off track. My apologies.
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Others I do but not as often - Stardew Valley, Sun Haven, Persona, Fire Emblem, Pillars of Eternity, Fields of Mistria, My Time Series, content for otome games (olba, error 143, a date with death, bloomic, etc)
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The kitchen smelled like vanilla, warm butter, and fresh strawberries, the usual peaceful Saturday afternoon baking session. Trey had his sleeves rolled up, apron dusted with flour. His son sat on a tall stool nearby, little legs swinging back and forth as he watched his father work. But the boy’s mind was clearly elsewhere. He kept glancing toward the doorway that led to the living room, where you were currently resting on the couch with a pillow behind your back.
Trey noticed the distraction and smiled softly, wiping his hands in a towel. “What’s on your mind, buddy? You’ve been quiet today.”
The little boy looked up at him with serious eyes. “Daddy, you have to stop feeding Mommy so many sweets.”
Trey raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? And why’s that?”
“Because her belly is getting really huge!” the boy said matter of factly. “and she keeps saying her back hurts. If you keep giving her cake and tarts, she’s gonna get even bigger!”
Trey let out a warm, fond laugh that filled the kitchen. He set the bowl down and crouched slightly so he was closer to his son eye level. “That’s not because of the sweets, kiddo. Mommy’s belly is big because your little sister is growing in there.”
The boy’s eyes widened in pure horror. “Mommy ate my future sister?!”
Trey had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing too hard. He reached out and gently ruffled his son’s hair. “No, no. She didn’t eat her. That’s not how it works.”
The boy tilted his head, clearly confused but now intensely curious. “Then… how did the baby get in there?”
Trey froze for a second.
Ah. The Question.
He had known this day would come eventually. He thought for a long moment, trying to find an explanation that was gentle enough for a child, and wouldn’t get him in trouble with you later for oversharing. Finally, he smiled that calm, reliable dad smile and went with what he knew best.
“It’s kind of like baking.” Trey explained. “When two people love each other very much, like Mommy and I do, they put all their love together, along with some special ingredients. It makes a kind of dough. Then they carefully shape that dough with lots of care and warmth. And after a long time of ‘baking’… a baby comes out, all ready and perfect.”
The boy’s eyes sparkled with sudden understanding. “So… it’s like making a gingerbread man?”
Trey nodded, relieved. “Exactly like that. Except way more special. And instead of cookies, you get a little sister.”
The boy thought about it for a second, then grinned brightly. “Can we make gingerbread men right now? With buttons and everything? I want to make one for my baby sister!”
Trey chuckled and stood up, already reaching for the cookie cutters. “Sure thing. But we have to save some dough for Mommy too. She’s been craving sweets even more lately.”
As father and son started rolling out fresh gingerbread dough together, the dangerous question was successfully avoided. Trey made a mental note to thank the Seven that his son was still young enough to be distracted by baked goods.
Later that evening, when you walked into the kitchen and saw the tray of slightly lopsided gingerbread babies, you raised an eyebrow at Trey. “…Do I even want to know what conversation led to this?”
Trey just smiled innocently and kissed your cheek. “Let’s just say I handled the ‘where do babies come from’ talk with minimal damage.”
Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie was in the middle of his least favorite chore …laundry… grumbling under his breath about how how is he supposed to fold a panties. He was sorting socks when his little girl walked into the room, clutching his car keys in both hands like they were precious treasure.
He raised an eyebrow. “Oi, what’re you planning with those, kiddo?”
She looked up at him with big, determined eyes and declared. “Daddy, you need to take me to the hospital right now.”
Ruggie’s ears shot straight up. His eyes blew wide in instant panic.
1. Something was wrong with his baby girl.
2. If anything was wrong with her, you were going to kill him, bring him back, and kill him again.
He dropped the laundry basket and crouched down immediately, hands gently checking her forehead, arms, and knees. “What’s wrong?! Does anything hurt? Did you fall? Are you sick? Talk to me, kid!”
His daughter shook her head, looking perfectly fine and a little confused by his reaction. “I’m okay, Daddy.”
Ruggie let out a huge sigh of relief, shoulders slumping. “Then why do you wanna go to the hospital so bad?”
She said it so casually it nearly knocked him over. “To buy me a little sister.”
Ruggie blinked once. Twice.
“…The hospital doesn’t sell kids, kiddo.”
His daughter puffed out her cheeks and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You’re a big liar! I saw it! People walk in with nothing and come out carrying babies!”
Ruggie had to bite down hard on his lip to stop himself from laughing right in her face. His shoulders shook with the effort. This was too good. He tried to keep a straight face. “That’s… not quite how it works.”
She crossed her arms, looking thoroughly annoyed. “Then where do babies come from?”
Ruggie leaned back against the washing machine, grinning that signature sly hyena smile. He shrugged. “Sorry, kid. That kind of top secret information costs a lot. And your little piggy bank doesn’t have nearly enough saved up to buy it from me.”
His daughter stared at him for a long moment, clearly plotting. Ruggie thought he was so smart. He thought he’d bought himself some peace and quiet.
He was wrong.
A few hours later, you walked through the front door and immediately narrowed your eyes at Ruggie, who was now pretending to be very focused on washing the dishes.
“Why…” you asked slowly, “did our daughter just call Leona on the phone asking to borrow money so she could ‘buy information’ from her father?”
Ruggie froze mid fold. His ears flattened. “..She did what now?”
You crossed your arms. “You heard me.”
Ruggie ran a hand down his face, groaning. “That little sneak… I knew she was too smart for her own good.” Ruggie sighed dramatically and flopped against you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Can’t we just tell her the stork brings them? Or that they grow on trees?”
“You messed up, you solve it.”
He never going to live this one down.
Jade Leech
Jade walked hand in hand with his daughter after he picked her up from kindergarten. He’s listening attentively as she chattered away about her day. His usual polite smile was soft and genuine, these moments with her were some of his favorites.
“We went to the aquarium today, Papa!” she said excitedly, swinging his hand. “We saw big fishes and tiny fishes and, and baby seahorses! They were so small and funny looking!”
Jade nodded, eyes warm with amusement. “That sounds quite fascinating. Did you learn anything interesting about them?”
She nodded vigorously. “The teacher said the daddy seahorse carries the babies and gives birth to them! It looked really silly.”
Jade chuckled softly. “Nature has many curious ways of…”
The little girl suddenly stopped walking and looked up at him with big, innocent eyes. “Papa… did you give birth to me? Just like the daddy seahorse?”
Jade froze mid step.
For once in his life, the ever composed Jade Leech was completely speechless. His eyes widened slightly as he stared down at his daughter. “…Could you repeat that, my dear?” he asked, voice still polite but just a touch strained, hoping he had simply misheard.
She repeated it cheerfully. “The teacher said boy seahorses give birth to the babies. And seahorses are fish, and you’re a fish too, Papa! So you must have given birth to me!”
Jade stood there in stunned silence for several long seconds. He had mentally prepared for many things as a father. The “where do babies come from” question had been on his list, neatly categorized with several age appropriate explanations ready. But this? Not even on the backup list.
He crouched down to her eye level, still maintaining his calm smile with impressive effort. “Humans and merfolk are not quite the same as fish, especially not seahorses.” he explained gently. “Our biology is rather different.”
His daughter tilted her head, blinking up at him with pure curiosity. “Why? Then how dose we do it?”
Jade opened his mouth… then closed it. For the first time in years, he found himself mentally unequipped. He could feel the beginning of a rare headache forming. Thankfully, salvation appeared just ahead.
“Ah!” Jade said smoothly, straightening up and pointing toward a colorful shop across the street. “Look at that. They have your favorite ice cream today. Would you like some?”
The distraction worked instantly. His daughter gasped in delight and the dangerous topic was (temporarily) forgotten as they went to get ice cream.
The next day, Azul came to visit, as he occasionally did. The two were chatting in the living room while your daughter played nearby. At one point, Azul mentioned with a small, proud smile
“Actually, my wife and I have been talking about having one more child.”
Before Jade could respond, his daughter looked up from her toys and said brightly. “So Uncle Azul is gonna give birth soon?”
The entire room went dead silent.
Azul’s teacup froze halfway to his mouth. His face went through several shades of color. Jade’s polite smile twitched dangerously at the corners.
“…I beg your pardon?” Azul asked weakly.
Jade cleared his throat, voice still perfectly polite but with a dangerous edge. “It seems my daughter has developed some… interesting theories after her aquarium trip.”
Your daughter nodded seriously. “Daddy seahorses give birth! And Uncle Azul is…”
Jade quickly stood up. “My dear, why don’t we go see if there’s more ice cream in the kitchen?” As he gently ushered his daughter out of the room, Jade glanced back at Azul with a serene yet terrifying smile.
“We will never speak of this again.”
Kalim Al Asim
It was one of those rare, perfectly peaceful afternoons in the Al-Asim household. No parties. No sudden guests. No emergencies. Just you and Kalim sitting on the mountain of colorful pillows scattered across the living room carpet, chatting about nothing important, how the new fountain in the garden looked, what the kids had drawn that morning, and how lucky you both felt to have such a lively family. Kalim eyes sparkled as he leaned in closer, a bright, affectionate smile on his face. He leaned closer playfully, already tilting his head to kiss you but before his lips could meet yours, a tiny boy burst into the room.
“NOOO!”
Your youngest son sprinted between the two of you and shoved Kalim chest with both little hands, pushing him back with surprising determination for a five year old. Then he immediately climbed into your lap and wrapped his arms tightly around your neck, glaring at his father. “Stay away from Mommy!”
You and Kalim both froze, staring at your son in shock.
“…Sweetie?” You gently patted his back, trying to understand. “What’s going on? Why did you do that?”
The little boy hugged you tighter, burying his face in your shoulder for a moment before turning to glare at Kalim again. “Daddy needs to stop!”
Kalim blinked, looking genuinely hurt and very confused. He had never once raised his voice or laid an angry hand on you. He couldn’t imagine what he’d done wrong.
“Me? What did I do, little treasure?” Kalim asked softly, tilting his head. “Did I make you upset?”
The boy pointed an accusing finger at his father. “You keep kissing Mommy! You have to stop! I don’t want more siblings!”
Both you and Kalim froze again. A long, heavy silence filled the room. You had to press your face into your son’s hair to hide how hard you were trying not to laugh. Kalim’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again.
“…Kissing?” he repeated, blinking rapidly. “Kissing doesn’t make babies, buddy. You don’t have to worry about that.”
The little boy looked at his father like he had just said the sky was green. His eyes started to glisten with frustrated tears. “But Uncle Jamil said kissing makes babies! And Uncle Jamil is really smart! He can’t be wrong!”
Kalim’s jaw dropped.
You finally lost the battle and let out a soft snort of laughter, quickly turning it into a comforting hum as you rocked your son gently. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. Everything’s alright. You’re not getting any more siblings right now. Daddy and I promise.”
The little boy sniffled, but your reassurance seemed to calm him. He stayed glued to your lap for a long time, occasionally shooting protective glances whenever your husband moved too close. Kalim just sat there, still looking stunned.
For the rest of that week, your son appointed himself the official “Kissing Guard.”
Every time Kalim tried to lean in for even a quick peck on your cheek, a tiny body would appear out of nowhere, pushing between you two with dramatic flair. “No kissing! No more brothers and sisters!”
Kalim took it with his usual good humor at first, laughing and ruffling the boy’s hair, trying to negotiate “just one little kiss” but by day four he was dramatically pretending to cry about being “banned from loving his wife.”
You eventually had to sit your son down again and explain that babies don’t appear just because people kiss. He listened, but still remained suspicious of any affection between you and Kalim for a while.
Rook Hunt
Rook was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, preparing a beautiful lunch. Soft music played in the background as he chopped vegetables. His son walked in with an unusually serious expression on his small face, brows furrowed, lips pressed together, the very picture of a tiny dramatic boy.
Rook’s sharp eyes noticed immediately. He set down the wooden spoon and turned with a warm, attentive smile. “Why such a grave face? Come, tell your Papa what troubles you.”
The little boy stood straight, took a deep breath, and said with all the seriousness a five year old could. “Papa… I’m going to be a father.”
Rook had to use everything not to burst into delighted laughter right then and there. Instead, he crouched gracefully to his son’s eye level, tilting his head with fond curiosity. “Oh? And how did this wonderful event come to pass?”
The boy’s cheeks flushed bright red. He looked down at his shoes, mumbling shyly. “I… I kissed a girl on the cheek.”
Rook’s heart melted into a puddle of pure adoration. He let out a soft, warm chuckle and scooped his son up into his arms, spinning him once before hugging him close.
“Ah, how romantic! A kiss on the cheek is a truly beautiful and noble gesture. However!” he added gently, tapping his son’s nose. “I’m afraid such a sweet little kiss will not make babies.”
The boy blinked up at him, confused. “Why not?”
Rook smiled patiently. “It is a much more complicated and magical process, my son. You are still far too young for such things. When you are older, we can speak of it properly.”
The boy pouted a little, but his curiosity remained.
But Rook’s eyes still sparkled up with pride. “ Who is the lucky girl? Did you treat her like a princess? I certainly hope so! Tell me everything, my little hunter. What is her name? Did you bow properly when…”
The kitchen door opened.
You walked in holding your phone, one eyebrow raised. “Rook…” you said slowly. “why did Vil just called me asking why his daughter came home announcing that she’s going to have a baby… and that our son is the father?”
The room went silent.
Rook kept smiling, that perfect, dazzling smile, but his face slowly drained of all color until he looked almost ghostly pale.
For the first time in recorded history, Rook Hunt whispered
“…Fuck.”
Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia was on the couch, peacefully flipping through a brand new cookbook, his eyes scanned the pages with interest when he heard the familiar tiny feet running. His daughter approached with sparkling eyes and a determined little bounce in her step.
Lilia immediately set the book aside, and scooped her up with a bright grin, settling her comfortably on his lap. “Well, well~ What brings my precious little batling to me with such shining eyes? Come, ask Papa anything!”
The little girl looked up at him seriously. “Papa… I have a question. It’s about babies.”
Lilia took a deep, theatrical breath and puffed out his chest with confidence. This was familiar territory. He had already survived this conversation once with Malleus and once with Silver. He was prepared. He would nail this one.
“Ask away, my dear! Papa knows everything!”
His daughter tilted her head. “Did I come from an egg?”
Lilia raised an elegant eyebrow. “An egg? Now why would you think that?”
“Because big brother Malleus said he came from an egg!”
Lilia’s smile faltered for half a second. He prayed internally that Malleus hadn’t gone into graphic detail about dragon hatching and mating rituals.
“Ah… I see. Well, no, my sweet. You did not come from an egg. Malleus is a dragon, so he hatched from one. But you, my darling girl, are different.”
His daughter nodded slowly, processing this new information. Then she looked up again with big, innocent eyes. “Did you find me in the woods?”
Lilia blinked. Twice. “…No?”
She pouted, crossing her little arms. “But big brother Silver told me you found him in the woods when he was a baby!”
Lilia let out a long, suffering sigh, rubbing his temple with one hand while still holding her with the other. “That… is a very different and rather complicated situation, my dear. I did not pick you up from the woods. You came here through the natural ways that babies usually arrive. If you’d like, I can explain it to you…”
Before he could continue, his daughter suddenly hopped off his lap. “Nope! That sounds boring!” she declared cheerfully. “I’m not interested anymore!”
And with that, she skipped away toward her toys, leaving Lilia sitting on the couch in stunned silence. He stared at the empty space where she had been, cookbook forgotten on the cushion beside him.
“…Boring?” he whispered, genuinely offended. “I was prepared to give her the whole speech!”Lilia slumped back dramatically. “Children these days have no appreciation for a well crafted explanation from an ancient fae…”
Me: *plays Error143 now that it is fully released* “Oh wow! They’ve added some new scenes and man I can’t wait to have my silly little eboy romance before adopting skrunkly into my family”
Y’all don’t come for my throat but in all this time…I’ve never actually upgraded any of my Ace cards. Not a single R, SR, and I don’t even have an SSR of him (ghostbride can you please get a damn rerun already)
I’m farming hardcore for sleepwear Leona so I can get a glimpse of joy for once this forsaken year and decided to just do all the vignettes // upgrade my benched cards. Research and gems with one effort.
I feel like this works in reverse too. Don’t change the expressions, just the roles lmao. Floyd’s been making an effort to make your life living hell and it turns out you’re the same level of freak as him — bro would not be expecting it
Prompt:"Life On Earth" - Reunited! (ft. Silver Vanrouge) :: A direct continuation of my 'Life On Earth' ModernAU! series. In which the search is over, and what's lost is finally found.
Requisitioner: Silvercrumbs!
Warnings: None!
Words: 1793! (Purchase: Custom Fiction)
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Life On Earth: Reunited! : Silver Vanrouge Edition
It was a miracle by fate that brought you to Twisted Wonderland. To them. Now your return is left in their hands. He joined this expedition into another reality with time as his gatekeeper and a yearning heart as his guiding star. The odds were stacked against them all, and yet…
By grace of it all, he’s found you.
"Since man cannot live without miracles, he will provide himself with miracles of his own making." – The Brothers Karamazov
Silver’s once again locked in his dreams. Each night he lays down to rest and gathers no hope for the cycle to break.
It always begins the same way, in darkness, with your voice calling his name somewhere far off and getting closer by the second. More urgent. More frightened. More desperate, until it feels like you are right there beside him and yet still impossible to reach. His whole body is cold, the kind of cold that settles deep and unpleasant, all the way to his hands, which are the only part of him that still feels real. Even those are trapped in that tight, strange pressure, as if something invisible is holding him still.
He is screaming at himself to answer you, to say anything at all, but his body will not obey and his mind keeps slipping under again, drifting backward into sleep while he is still inside the dream. His heart pounds hard in his chest. It is the only thing keeping him aware long enough to realize what is happening, and even that begins to feel distant by the end.
Then he is above the tide, and that is usually enough to make him gasp awake.
His eyelids snap open, and for just a moment, he sees you.
Not clearly. More like looking through warped glass or the bottom of a fishbowl, all soft distortion and blurred edges, but your eyes are unmistakable. He always knows your eyes.
They’re his favorite part of you and what he remembers most clearly.
You’re speaking, your lips moving too quickly for him to read, your expression urgent enough to make him feel like he should already understand. Like he is missing a vital piece of information.
Silver’s eyes snap open and he waits for the static to clear, giving way to the sun peeking through his curtains. Another early morning. At this point, he forgets the dream in mere moments. A stark improvement to how shaken he’d start his days during his first months into this new life.
There came a time when Silver let go of his attempts to analyze his dreamscape, taking the circumstance as memories bleeding through and deep rooted fears. Such as how dreams function for normal people who aren’t slipping into sleep spontaneously and hopping through others dreams.
Silver took his dreams as a blessing. They are a reminder that you’re real.
Though…If anything, acceptance leaves him confused and craving. Silver never thought he’d miss his ability to sleep anywhere and control his dreams. He just wants to hear your voice a moment longer, to understand what you have to say.
Want is irrelevant.
The morning air is heavy with humidity from last night’s rain, damp and green and still carrying the smell of wet earth. Silver draws in a slow breath as he makes his way through the beginning of his routine until he heads out to the mountains.
That is, until his work is interrupted by a call from the Ranger Outpost.
Silver’s out doing maintenance on one of the trail bridges when the alert reaches him. A hurricane is approaching, and climbing conditions are going to turn dangerous fast. Everyone on duty needs to report to their posts in case an emergency rescue is needed.
Silver doesn't hesitate. He starts making his way back down the trail at once, already shifting his attention to the weather, the terrain, the routes that will become unsafe if the storm closes in too quickly.
That’s when he hears voices arguing off the main trail. It isn’t uncommon for tourists to divert for better views, and he changes course. He thinks to warn them about the hurricane, escort them back down, make sure they are not caught out here when the storm rolls in. The voices belong to a group of backpackers, and when they catch sight of him, relief washes over their faces. Silver can’t help but feel put on guard whenever travellers look happy to see him. Usually that means a problem exists to be solved.
It’s been so long since Silver’s felt the pull of his sleeping curse that he questions if his blood sugar is low or if he didn’t sleep enough. He loses his footing on a patch of soggy peat and fails to catch himself properly. The last thing he sees before sliding down the mountainside and into the trench below are the backpackers’ horrified looks.
He holds onto consciousness long enough to dig his fingers into the slope and slow his descent, yet no longer
When he skids to a stop at the bottom, everything goes dark.
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Silver hears you calling his name in increasing volume. Each time more distressed than the last. His entire body is ice cold up to his hands, which are the only part he can feel and they’re encased by a tight pressure.
He’s screaming at himself to say something. Commanding his body to move on the cusp of consciousness. He knows what this dream does. He knows how it ends and still, every time, he tries anyway because he doesn’t know better as it happens. Still tries to claw his way toward consciousness on instinct alone. His heart begins pounding hard in his chest. His mouth is dry. His stomach turns over on itself.
Then he’s above the tide and it’s enough to gasp. His eyelids rip open and for a moment he sees you.Your eyes are unmistakable. You speak, lips moving at a frantic pace. Too quick to read.
Silver waits to wake up fully, wherever he may be, with that same ringing in his ears.
And he waits
And he waits
And he hears you. For the first time, Silver hears your voice as clear as can be.
His head is pounding, cradled in your lap on a pillow as you’re hovering over him, shielding him from an onslaught of rain that drenches you both. Your visage shakes under mother nature’s pressure both out of fear for his safety and your own.
The memory of falling slowly creeps back in, the cloudy edges of his vision creep in and retract as he tries to focus on you. On all the features he’s missed from this picture. How your lips quiver over his name, the lower bruised with a cut going through the left corner. It paired with the cut across your temple that was starting to heal under dried blood stuck in your hair. Your shirt which stuck to you like second skin and did little to protect from the rain. The pillow under him must be your coat, he realizes with guilt.
Silver hears the wind battle trees and thunder wake in the clouds. The scent of iron and mud cling to you both in a way that the water can’t wash away.
He catches your rambles in segments. Those arguing backpackers were your travel group and you’d fallen shortly before the mass weather alert was sent through radio service. You ask if he’s okay, if he can hear you, how many fingers you’re holding up –
You’re terrified, and all Silver can do is wonder if this is a dream.
Silver needs to reach for his call button.
He knows he should assess the damage, report the injury, and do all the sensible things a ranger is supposed to do when stranded with a civilian. Yet his ability to think clearly is wrecked, likely a concussion if he is being honest with himself, and the dull ache in his skull keeps pulling at the edges of his focus.
Still, he would sooner swallow glass than let himself fall asleep again.
His body may be bruised, but his chest no longer aches in that hollow way it has every morning since coming to Earth.
Because finally, you are with him.
You’re crying, he realizes.
Tears drip down onto his cheeks, mixed with the rainwater that keeps running off your face as you fight to keep him awake. He must look terrible. Mud on his clothes. Rain in his hair. A headache threatening to split him clean in half. And yet all he can think about is how hard you are trying, how careful your hands are, how shaken you look on his behalf.
All he wants at this moment is to kiss you.
He reaches up to wipe mud from your cheeks, fingertips grazing a bruise blooming over your temple.
He tells you not to worry, has a mind to get his call button off of his utility belt and send a signal. When the signal flashes green to show it’s been received by the main post, he presses it into your hands and tells you to hang on just a bit longer.
His mind is screaming for sleep again, a dull ache stretching down the back of his neck and into his spine, but Silver knows it is not the curse. Not this time. He can resist it if he has to. What scares him more is the possibility that this is still a dream, and that waking up alone again would be worse than the pain.
We do not get to choose how life plays out.
So Silver will not waste this moment.
He reaches up and brushes wet strands of hair away from your face, fingers lingering there for just a second too long, like he is memorizing you all over again. Then he pulls you down by the back of your neck and kisses you.
His lips are frigid and stiff, yet unbearably tender as they take you. It’s the kind of kiss that has clashing teeth and one breath shared between two sets of lungs. He trembles against you, a mix of fear, irrevocable longing, and strain to hold himself all in one. Careful with the fact that you are here. Careful with the fragile, impossible relief of finally finding what he thought was doomed to be a dream forever.
At this moment, nothing else matters.
Not the ache in his body or the ringing in his head or even the chance that this might all vanish the second he closes his eyes. He pours every ounce of longing into that kiss, because there is no greater regret than a word left unspoken.
When he pulls back, just enough to breathe, he keeps your glossy eyes in line with his. He doesn’t want to see anything else.
“I love you,” Silver declares with all his breath, “I love you. All I have done is dream of you. Dream of being part of your life. I love you. I’ll say it again once we’re both safe, but I can’t hold it against my heart anymore. I love you.”
I know I've been yapping about the KoFi situation quite a bit lately in addition to all my normal posts. I just wanted to announce that we hit our first milestone today! I logged in this morning, saw the confetti animation, and it hit me that the 1k benchmark I thought would be an impossible stretch is now a reality. I still have a very long way to go in order to reach my final goal...but I cannot express how grateful I am.
Not just for the commissions, but the chance to interact with all of you as well. I'm just a girl making silly little posts - have been for years - but the people I've spoken with have reminded me what fandom culture is all about. As sappy as it sounds, I've gained a bit of hope, confidence, and friendship since I've begun taking commissions. I'm writing more now than ever before, but seeing people so excited with their finished products is nice. I feel I could describe it with a better word or metaphor...but the brain juice is on empty. Spare a bit of mercy for me lol.
I used to think that my writing was too blasé to ever go beyond fanfiction or academic papers. Yet this experience has me considering working towards original creations -- writing my own novel and advocating for pots awareness in my time. The former I wrote off a long time ago as a pipe dream. I have a few ideas in the works that I won't bore you with. Point is, the support I've received here has reached beyond monetary means <3
Well! Thank you again to everyone who has commissioned me, supported, and shared. Thank you to all who consider commissioning in the future, interact with my blog(s), and have stuck around. See ya'll in future posts!
I was looking at the wiki, and apparently if you give Jel a romance gift before your friendship is high enough, he responds:
"Don't you think it's a little soon in our relationship for you to be pursuing romance? Not that I blame you. I am fascinating."
There's also this dialogue you only get if you say Kenyatta looks ridiculous in her chapaa onesie:
"Yes, she does, and that is precisely what makes this onesie one of my best works yet. You should have seen her face when I first presented her with it. It was absolutely priceless!"
Also, if you're wearing Jel's pin and not romancing Reth, Reth will talk about how Jel has seemed happier and say:
"Seriously, yesterday he even laughed, and it didn't turn into sobs midway through."
I've talked about these before, but I also still love Jel's response when you ask what he's craving:
"Oh you know, the usual. The sublime incandescence of the spotlight. The transcendent afterglow of artistic fulfillment. The playful gleam in the eyes of a potential lover…"
And this exchange between the Gardener and the player:
"The tall one with the strange hair. Why do they keep excreting sadness liquid from their ocular ducts every five minutes?"
"Oh, Jel? Yeah, he does that."
Creative, confident, morbid, overwhelmed by life, constantly sobbing in public, and a little bit mischievous. He's right, he is fascinating. What a guy 😄
I propose to you — an ungodly blend of ‘hot cheeto girl in the back of class’ and ‘35yr old waitress at a road-stop diner’ Yuu lol.
Just like Floyd, she uses nicknames more often than not since there are way too many people on campus. Defaults to generic ones when interacting with faces on the daily (honey, love, sweetie, darlin’, etc) but once she sees that someone’s a reoccurring character, they get their own nickname
Takes no shit. Can and will (affectionately, sometimes) lecture you for chewing with your mouth open or assaulting her nose with that cheap ass body spray
Makes the best bed’n’ breakfast on campus. Grim and anyone who spends the night at Ramshackle flaunt that they’ve already eaten once they hit the cafeteria. Step aside ghost chefs. No one does flapjacks like Yuu
Carries a chunky purse instead of a schoolbag. Professors don’t care because she always has her work, even if it’s all organized in one folder. It’s a magic purse. You need a pen, gum, mints, sanitizer, floss, note to skip class, shoelace, glucose tablets, lotion, perfume, sewing thread — she got it
Whacked Ace upside the head on that first day. Clocked that condescending tone before he even finished explaining the great seven, tugged him down by the collar, and asked if his momma knew he was using that tongue to cause drama. Asks if he wants to keep his teeth
Smells like warm vanilla and cinnamon. Can always be caught with an iced coffee or chewing cinnamon gum. Will always offer a stick if you’re a sweetie
Pinches cheeks when offering praise. Will ask the tall ones to bend down without shame. Follows with an affectionate tap (or slap, for the smart mouths. Looking at you Jamil.)
Strict bedtime of ten-pm. No one. Ghost, student, prof, bird, direcat - she does not care. No one gets in the way of her sleep. Lights go out and if you wake her up then you will be paying for it all the next day. She don’t play
Does hair when bored or nervous, and thus Grim is constantly getting his fur combed.
Wears her red lips every day without fail. Refuses to be without
Sleeps in hair curlers, boxer shorts (with the flap sewn up), tube socks, and oversized shirts with the collars cutout. Doesn’t care who is sleeping over, she won’t be caught dead wearing a bra in her own house.
Can fix all freshmen’s behavior with just one look. Select others as well.
Back to the nickname deal — Earning your nickname is like a right of ascension to these boys. It’s the universal house-key that grants rights to bunking at Ramshackle and a prefect that will throw hands on your account. She will. The moment her jewelry comes off and Grim has her purse, someone’s about to be rock’n’rolled
Bonus bonus ++ : Every time Yuu tacks on ‘My’ to the name, it’s when she’s extremely affectionate or defensive. Usually clear which but the boys are down.
Bonus bonus bonus: They mock each other with the nicknames when Yuu isn’t around, usually mid-barb or when trying to provoke each other (Leona will slit throats if anyone else calls him ‘kitty’ so no one dares. Maybe Lilia.)
I present to you the “Yuu Compendium of Nicknames”:
Grim - Boss (Munchkin)
Jack - Tiny
Azul - Cannoli (sounds like calamari, simple yet rich in flavor)
Riddle - Kettle (piping hot, ready to scream lol)
Ruggie- Honeysuckle // Sticky (StickyFingers)
Ace - HotShot
Deuce- Dewdrop
Vil - Beautiful
Rook - Creampuff (ties with ‘you are like papa’)
Epel - Honeycrisp
Leona - Kitty / Kitkat (in public)
Trey - Candyfloss
Cater - Tatertot (Catertot)
Kalim - Sunshine
Jamil - Trouble
Floyd - Noodle (squirmy smarmy eel lol)
Jade - Sweetpea (he is anything BUT sweet)
Lilia - Moonpie
Malleus - Kalamata (black olive)
Sebek - Big Guy (Sebek is a but simple man.)
Silver - Starlight
Idia - Matchstick
Ortho - Bluebear / Button (Cute as a button)
Skully - Pumpkin
Rollo - Rollo (As in the candy. Yuu won’t elaborate on the pun, just that it is indeed his nickname. It drives him insane)
Guidel - Seedling / Kiddo
Ernesto - Peanut (carnival vibes)
Chen’ya - Tigger (he’ll never know)
Crowley - Pigeon (He hates it)
Crewel - Patches (because of his tailoring work)
Vargas - Sir MachoNacho
Trein - Professor (the only one she respects lol)
Lucius - Whiskers
Sam - Lucky
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“You hungry there, sugar? There’s a candy jar on the table. Help yourself” <- Spoken to every guest visiting the dorm.
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“Nah. Look. Look me in the eye, hun. This is what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna march yourself down to that pier with the receipt and get that girl a replacement for whatever it is you spilled your coffee on. Puff ya chest — rustle that fuckass combover you have cause sweetie it ages you by sixteen years — stop on the flower shop on your way back and take her the switch with a lil somethin’. That’s how you romance. Never pick up one of those magazines ever again, they won’t get you anywhere with the ladies” <- Yuu, inserting herself between two Savanaclaw second years she’s never met that are getting dating advice from a shitty men’s world reddit forum.
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“Close your legs when you sit sweetheart or I’ll give you a reason to house an icepack between them” <- Spoken to Ace taking up half the fucking loveseat before pushing him over to sit down.
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Yuu: “Evenin’ there Kalamata, rough night?”
Malleus: “You knew I was here before I showed myself. How?”
Yuu: “Honey, the porch lights start flickering fifteen minutes before you arrive.”
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Yuu: “There’s my Sunshine! Funny seein’ you on my doorstep at this hour though.”
Kalim: “Morning!"
Yuu: “Morning? Honey, it's three in the afternoon."
Kalim: “Ahaha…I overslept."
Yuu, tracing his eyebags: “I noticed. Might want to rethink your bedtime.”
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Riddle, while trying to keep his cool after a group of freshmen broke two sets of fine china.
Yuu: “Easy there, Kettle. Your ears are goin’ red again.”
Riddle: “I am perfectly calm.”
Yuu: “Sure you are”
Riddle: “and stop calling me that insufferable nickname in front of everyone.”
Yuu, pinching his cheek: Then stop lookin’ so cute when you’re mad, maybe I will.”
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Jade, after taking over half of Ramshackle’s fridge to store his ‘experiments’
Yuu: “Sweetpea, if you got another one of your little mushroom experiments in my fridge, I’m gonna make eel tapanade.”
Jade: “My, how threatening.”
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Trein, getting the respect he deserves in this hellhole.
Yuu: “Professor, would you like some coffee? It’s fresh off the pot. Two creams, just how you like it”
Trein: “That is considerate of you, prefect. Thank you.”
Yuu: “Course it is, Professor. You’re the only sensible one here that I can rely on.”
Trein: “I am not certain if that is a compliment?”
Yuu: “It is where I’m concerned. Drink up.”
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Even after chapter seven, she still sees Lilia as someone to dote over. Maybe even more. Helps that he’s staying over…though she won’t let him in the kitchen. The horror stories will remain just that. Stories.
Yuu: “Moonpie, you better stop sneakin’ around my kitchen and take a seat. You’re my guest so you don’t have to lift s finger.”
Lilia: “You make that sound like I’m a child offering chaos rather than help.”
Yuu: “Darlin’, you’re older than dust. Just put your butt in that chair or so help me.”
Lilia: “Kehe ~ yet you still worry over me. What a sweet thing you are.”
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Immediately after being provoked in chapter one:
Ace: “You’re lucky I don’t hit girls.”
Yuu: “And you’re lucky I don’t fold you like a lawn chair. Now apologize to my friend and move on.”
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End of Chapter four. Chilling with Vil over ice tea and discussing fashion magazines in Ramshackle.
Vil: “…urk. One thing that I couldn’t stand whole staying here is those curtains. They don’t match.”
Yuu: You’ve got really beautiful lips, did I ever tell you that?
Vil: No, but thank you for the compliment.
Yuu: No problem, hun. Now keep them shut.
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Epel walks past her in the cafeteria. Her wrist shoots out to stop him.
Yuu: “Epel.”
Epel, sweating because she used his name: “….y-yeah, prefect? Wha’ can I do for you?”
Yuu: “Stop wearing that fuckass body spray and use the one Vil gifted you. Trust me, love. Spare your pals their nosehairs.”
