nyx

19, she/her, intp, multifandom (mostly twst), ceo of arachengrotto 🕷️🐙

[drpepperdemon]

arachengrotto intro

making this post to officially establish and introduce my main twst yume/oc x canon ship: arachengrotto 💚💜

here are a couple more charts that describe their dynamic as rivals and their dynamic as romantic partners

note: azul being pansexual is just a personal hc of mine, it’s not actually canon (yet /j)

anyways here’s some more info about these two losers (affectionate):

- the reason why they start off as rivals is bc sadie comes from a different school, onyx rose institute, and is only attending night raven college due to some “stupid” (in her opinion) transfer program between onyx rose institute and night raven college

- i’d say that nrc is to onyx rose what royal sword academy is to nrc, but it’s a bit more complex than that

- night raven college as a whole is a very divisive topic over at onyx rose institute, especially when it comes to the onyx rose girls’ opinions of the nrc students

- on one hand, you have the onyx rose girls who utterly despise night raven college, utterly despise its students, and take every opportunity they get to criticize and slander those egotistical teenage boys (which they’re not entirely wrong for tbh)

- on the other hand, you have the onyx rose girls who bend over backwards to defend the nrc boys and jump down the throats of anyone who dares to criticize those “talented, gifted, righteous” boys (especially their own classmates)

- sadie falls into the first category, so you can imagine she is NOT having a good time at nrc

- it only gets worse when azul tries talking to her, putting on a friendly front that she can immediately see right through. she’s not afraid to instantly call him out on it after he’s done yapping her ear off

- but she also starts insulting him and everything about nrc in general, so that pisses azul off in turn and he decides not to bother trying to “play nice” with the new student anymore

- since then, almost every interaction between them during the prologue and first 3 books are filled with bickering, arguing, petty insults, swearing (from sadie), and general animosity

- bc they’re both academically smart as well, they lowkey compete with each other to earn higher grades than the other in class, which ofc just fuels their rivalry even more

- it isn’t until azul’s overblot in book 3 when these two finally start trying to move past their rivalry and turn a new leaf with each other

- or, well, technically no actual progress is made until after his overblot, but still

their dynamic and eventual romance will be more thoroughly explored in my fic, bleedin’ me dry, on ao3, so if you wanna read about these two being each other’s biggest opps, then check it out! (i need motivation to work on my fic and starting posting more chapters so maybe this will help)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76735126/chapters/200851166

[zyntwst]

hello! i was wondering if i could request an azul x gn!reader oneshot where they watch a horror movie together since reader is a huge horror fan, and azul is just trying his best not to get scared at every single jumpscare in the movie (and failing miserably 💀)

Uncalculated Variables...

pairings « azul ashengrotto x gn! reader »

✎ Date night with the headwarden of Octavinelle would be a fancy one! or so we thought

The Mostro Lounge was finally closed for the night, leaving the underwater lounge remarkably quiet, the bustling jazz, the clinking of cocktail glasses, and the frantic murmurs of students desperate to trade their souls for passing grades had finally ceased. Inside Azul’s personal quarters, the atmosphere was completely different. The lights were fully extinguished, and the only illumination came from the large magical screen projecting the opening credits of a notorious horror film.

The title "Blood Rivals" was etched on the forest background with a bloody font. The irony.

You sat cross-legged on the plush, velvet sofa, with an oversized bowl of freshly popped corn with cheese and garlic powder settled comfortably between your knees. Beside you sat Azul, who was the picture of rigid decorum, even in his silk lounge wear. [as you like to call it a 'night gown'.] His posture was perfectly straight, his hands folded neatly over his knees, and his glasses pushed precisely up the bridge of his nose. He looked less like a student about to enjoy a movie night and more like a CEO. On the screen, a group of teenagers walked down a pitch-black hallway, accompanied by the distorted whine of a lone violin. "You know," Azul began, "The psychological formatting of these human films is quite predictable. It relies entirely on cheap audio cues to stimulate a primal fear response. It is frankly unscientific." "Azul, the killer is in the closet," you whispered, not breaking eye contact with the screen.

"A statistically unsound hiding place," Azul replied smoothly, adjusting his glasses. "If one wished to properly ambush a target, positioning oneself behind the structural support beam near the exit would ensure a higher success rate and—"

"Because it’s fun, Azul," you laughed softly, tossing a kernel of popcorn into your mouth. The savory scent of butter melting into your tongue. "The adrenaline rush is the whole point. It’s a safe way to feel scared, It's a horror movie, duh!" "Besides, you promised you’d watch one with me." "And an Ashengrotto always honors his word," Azul replied, though his eyes darted nervously to the screen as the violin music swelled into a dissonant screech. He cleared his throat and adjusted his cuffs. The movie wasted no time establishing its grim genre. The plot followed a group of foolish students exploring the damp, labyrinthine corridors of a long-abandoned asylum, a setting that, ironically, bore a striking resemblance to some of the older parts of Night Raven College. The camera began a slow, agonizingly deliberate pan down a dark, narrow hallway. The background music faded entirely, leaving only the wet, echoey sound of dripping water and the protagonist’s ragged breathing. Beside you, Azul had stopped moving completely. He wasn't even blinking. His eyes were wide behind his lenses, tracking every moving shadow on the screen. The protagonist stopped in front of a shattered mirror. The camera zoomed in close on their trembling face.

CRASH!

A rotting, pale figure slammed violently against the glass from the other side, its mouth agape in a deafening, unnatural shriek. Azul flinched so violently his entire body leapt a clear two inches off the sofa cushions. A high-pitched, completely uncharacteristic gasp escaped his throat—a sound dangerously close to a squeaking chew toy. A sharp gasp escaped his throat as his hands flew up in defense. His glasses slipped crookedly down, and his breathing hitched as he stared at the screen, wide-eyed.

In a flash, he dropped his arms, furiously smoothing down the front of his silk shirt and coughing into his fist. In the blue glow of the screen, you could see a brilliant flush of red creeping rapidly up his neck and staining his cheeks. You burst out laughing, setting the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table. "I thought you said these kind of movies were predictable!" You almost cry, wrapping your arms around your stomach to ease your laughing. "A-ah. A remarkably cheap parlor trick," Azul stammered, "An abrupt, artificial increase in decibels is a lazy, conceptually bankrupt method of startling an audience. It did not actually catch me off guard, you see. I was merely… adjusting my posture to better analyze the cinematography." "Right. Cinematography," you murmured, biting the inside of your cheek so hard it hurt to keep from laughing out loud. "My mistake."

"Precisely," Azul said, nodding, though he still hadn't fully relaxed his shoulders.

A few minutes later, the film’s tension built again. A second character from a different location was cautiously approaching a heavy, creaking closet door in a deserted bedroom. The soundtrack swelled with ominous, low strings, practically screaming at the audience that danger was imminent. The character reached out a trembling hand, gripped the brass knob, and yanked it open.

The closet was completely empty. Just a few dusty coat hangers. A false alarm.

Azul let out a heavy sigh of relief. His stiff shoulders finally dropped, and he even managed a small, smug smile. "You see? Entirely predictable. The narrative relies heavily on—"

On screen, the character turned away from the closet, and the monster was standing directly behind them, its jaw unhinging as it lunged straight into the camera lens.

"Oh my Bakunawa!" Azul shrieked. Azul didn't just flinch this time; he let out a muffled yelp and instinctively dove sideways, burying his face directly into your shoulder. His hands gripped the fabric of your shirt with a strength born of pure panic, his eyes shut tight as he hid from the television.

You smiled, wrapping an arm around his tense body and pulling him closer against you. He felt incredibly warm. "It's okay," you murmured softly, rubbing his arm. "The scary part is over. They’re just talking now."

Azul remained frozen for a long moment, his face still pressed into the crook of your neck. Slowly, cautiously, he peeked out with one eye, glancing askance at the screen. Seeing that the scene had indeed transitioned to a brightly lit hospital room, he slowly untangled himself from you.

His face was now a color that rivaled a ripe tomato. He looked utterly defeated, scared of a ninety-minute slasher film.

"I… apologize," he muttered, his voice dropping to a genuine whisper. He looked down at his lap. "I wanted to enjoy your hobbies with you. You always speak so passionately about these films, and I thought… well, I thought I could handle it. It seems I have made an embarrassing decision."

Your heart softened at the admission. You reached over, gently taking one of his hands and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

"Azul, you don't have to force yourself to watch things that scare you just to please me," you said gently. "The fact that you sat through an hour of this just to spend time with me is really sweet. But we can turn it off right now."

Azul looked up at you through his silver glasses, his faded blue eyes searching yours. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, replacing his anxiety with comfort.

"Would you mind terribly if we switched to something else?" he asked softly. "Perhaps... a documentary on deep-sea economics? Or a theatrical romance?"

"A romance sounds perfect," you agreed, picking up the remote and shutting off the horror movie.

As you pulled up a new movie, he moved closer, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you securely against his side.

[drpepperdemon]

holding azul close whenever he gets scared of the movie >>>>>>>>>

[moonfxower]

Perfect prefect

(Azul Ashengrotto x femreader)

Average; 1.6k words

Synopsis: When feeling insecure due to perfectionist tendencies, you try your hardest to make up for what youre "lacking" by doing Azul's classwork late one night. Azul finds you in the lounge and confronts you about it.

Notes: established relationship ⋆ sort of begining/new relationship⋆bit of angst? (considering the reader views themselves as less than good enough for Azul)⋆fluff⋆comfort⋆reader is prefect

Nothing you did seemed to help you sleep. Not the warm blankets. Not the dimly lit room. Not even your boyfriend's gentle snores could help you. You just tossed and turned without any avail, causing Azul to mutter soft complaints while he slept. Not wishing to wake him, you decided to quietly slip out of his hold and head to the lounge to make something to drink. After all, if you couldnt sleep, maybe it was better to just wake up for the day.

Even if it was two in the morning.

Perhaps Azul had some papers he'd accidentally left out that you could organize? Not that Azul was one for leaving important things lying around, but sometimes there would be a stray contract after a long day or maybe some of his unfinished classwork.

As you made your way to the lounge your eyes drifted over the glass hallways, the fish swimming around melodically and the light reflecting against the floor. A small shiver travled up your spine. Perhaps coming out in your pajamas—which was really just Azul's shirt and your shorts—wasnt the best idea. It was always a cooler temperature in octavinelle with the water anyways.

Instead of going back though, you opted for brewing a warm drink and sinking into one of the couches that was near the heated vents. To your enjoyment you shifted Azul's papers in your hands and went over them silently. It was his history of magic homework from today's class, and thankfully that was the one class you actually understood.

Unfortunately for you, being the only one without magic definitely felt like a huge disadvantage most of the time. Especially whenever your overworked boyfriend came back to his room and you couldnt even help take the load of schoolwork off his plate. It made you feel helpless…like maybe if he had someone else—he wouldnt be so stressed all the time. You know, someone who could actually help him with magic?

Just thinking about it made you even more restless. Perhaps thats why you hadnt been able to sleep. Especially not after Azul got off work from the lounge exhausted and you couldnt do anything to help him. You felt so unqualified for this. For being his girlfriend.

A soft sigh escaped your lips. You could help with this.

You had to.

And so you took one more sip of your tea before getting to work.

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Back in Azul's room he grew cold, his usual warmth of your body against his making him stir. His hands immediately reached for you, only to feel the chill of the sheets instead. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes searching for your figure. Maybe he'd accidentally took up too much space and you were on the edge or something? But as his blurry vision focused enough to realize you were no where to be seen, he froze.

When he found you in the lounge his heart nearly skipped a beat, his worries fading as he walked over to you. He tightened his robe and pushed his glasses closer to his face. Nearing you he saw you holding papers, your hand writing in hurried—almost agitated motions.

“Pearl…?”

You looked up slowly to see Azul a few feet from the couch, his hair sticking up a little from rolling in his sleep. “Oh…hey Azul,” you smiled weakly, “I didn't wake you, did I?”

He shook his head. “No…no. I just…woke up.” He replied softly, taking another step closer to see what you were scribbling away at. “Whats that…” He began, only to pause when it clicked to him what you had in your hands.

He immediately frowned. “What are you doing my papers for?” His shifted within seconds, going firm as he crouched next to you. His hand came up to take the papers from your grasp. Your stomach twisted slightly as you handed them over.

“O—oh I figured I could help you with it so you wouldn't be behind tomorrow.” You replied, your nervous tone making his lips turn down even more. “Pearl, I appreciate your help,” He sighed, rubbing his head in frustration. “but you should be sleeping right now.” He put the papers on the table behind him, his eyes catching the few cups of tea sprawled across the glass sufcace. Just how long had you been up doing this?

You sat up slowly as you heard him sorting through the pages, all of them filled in but the last one. You had completed thirteen pages of history questions in the span of an hour. For a second he deeply appreciated it, not mad at your enthusiasm to help. However, he didnt want you sacrificing your sleep for his school work. You didnt have to. Nothing on the contract he'd signed with you mentioned anything about you having to do things for him like this. Surely, he assumed it was a sign of love, but you had been trying to do so much for him as of late. So why this too?

He turned to face you, his gaze uncertain. Silence filled the room between the two of you as you waited for his reaction. But enough was expressed in his eyes.

“Did I um—” You paused, your mind racing with the potential fear that he was somehow mad at you for doing his work.

“Did I do something wrong?” You murmured weakly, the tone of your voice only twisting the knife deeper into his heart. He moved on instinct, his hands reaching to cup your cheeks while he searched for any sign of explanation on your face. “Do something wrong?” He nearly laughed. Did you seriously think he was mad about you doing the work itself?

“Darling, why would you think such a thing?” His voice quaked and he brushed his thumb across your cheek, trying to think of anything that would have made you feel such a way.

“Well I know I'm not the best of help for your other classes—” you trailed off, unable to look him in his eyes. “B-but I'm good at history of magic! I can help you with that, at least…”

A wave of deeper confusion hit Azul. He picked apart you words quickly though. Once he did, he only felt worse.

“At least?” He repeated, catching the insinuation in your tone. The insecurity. The feeling helplessness that he tried so hard to take off your shoulders when you first started dating. It still seemed to linger though every now and then. But the way he saw it? You didnt need to carry his burdens for him. And you especially didnt need to feel bad when you couldnt carry them.

Before you could blink he had his arms around you, your body tensing momentarily until you returned the favor, slipping your arms around his torso. He squeezed you tight, his lips brushing against your outer ear. “Darling, please come back to bed.”

“I don't need you to do my homework. I dont need you to worry about the things you can or can’t do for me.” He whispered. “I didnt ask for anything but you in that contact. And I mean that,” He murmured, placing a soft kiss beneath your ear. “You're perfect the way you are,” His breath shook and you could feel the tears filling your eyes. “You're perfect for me.”

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His arms gently wrapped under your legs as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, shifting your weight in his arms to lift you up from the couch. You wrapped your legs around his waist so you wouldn't fall, his hands supporting you as he made his way back to his room. He could clean up the tea and papers tomorrow. Right now he was more concerned with you.

Stepping inside his door he could feel you tightening your hold on him. He glanced down at your face, your eyes still watery as you tried to hide against his chest.

He hated how insecure you felt. How little you thought of yourself when it came to him. But he could only be so mad. He understood it to an extent. He'd thought the same about himself many times. But, he was gonna fix that. He was going to fix every preconceived notion you had against yourself as a girlfriend. No matter what it took.

With a few minutes of situating and he made sure you were comfortable, you ended up back in the same position you were when you first came over. You arms were around his neck, and one of his arms sat around your waist while the other rubbed the nape of your neck.

You thanked him anxiously for his sweet words he had said earlier. But upon him asking if you felt any better now, you still felt undeserving of him.

He was a great student. He was a great scammer businessman, and he was great at magic. You were barely one of those things.

But you were great as his girlfriend. To him you were worth everything.

He listened to your concerns, only nodding as you spoke so you could get things off your chest. While you explained your feelings, his eyes never strayed from yours. He kept a gentle touch at your neck, running his hands into your hair when he noticed you biting your lip or struggling to talk to him, trying to keep you soothed through the entire thing so you wouldn't keep anything bottled up. And thankfully you kept speaking.

In the end he understood every supposed “issue’ you had with yourself. And despite the time it took, despite the hour it was, despite how tired he was…he spent the time to rebuttle you on how wrong those statements were in his eyes.

“Its not true you know,” he smiled, tilting your chin up slowly to bring your face closer to his. “You don't have to be good, or useful, or the most skilled for someone to care about you. For you to be loved.” He leaned in slowly, his lips meeting yours in a tender embrace. Your breath shoke from emotion, his lips immediately parting to let you breathe. “It's okay…youre okay, my pearl.” He whisperd reassuringly while his fingers slowly traveled to your back, resting under your shirt to rub small shapes and patterns against your skin. You sighed once more, as you struggled to steady the emotions bubbling up in your chest. Your throat tightened as you tried not to break down in front of him.

You tried to process his affectionate words. Tried to process the idea that you didnt have to do anything to earn his love.

He could sense it too. The way you held onto your insecurities like a vice grip. He too knew what it was like to feel less than adequate. To feel useless. But thats exactly why he would’nt fall asleep until he knew you felt better.

Not until you knew just how much he loved you. His darling. His shining pearl.

His perfect girlfriend.

With one last kiss he brought your face to his chest, resting his chin atop your head as he continued to rub your back.

“Just get some rest, pearl. Just…let me love you.” He pleaded. He felt your arms tightening around him and he did the same, pulling you closer till your bodies couldn't be any more together. Usually Azul was a bit cautious with letting you so closed physically. However, tonight it just felt…different.

It felt right.

And thats how he knew you were the only one for him. His one and only choice. He just had to make sure you knew such things.

So, as he felt your body eventually fall limp and succumb to sleep, he began to think of every possible way he could spoil you in affection tomorrow.

Because Azul was not going to rest until you accepted that you were just as good as a girlfriend as he thought you were.

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I hope you enjoyed my first fic! I do apologize if there is any grammatical errors or like the dialogue is slightly off? Im working on writing conversations so they dont sound too stiff lol.

If you enjoyed this please look forward to more writings to come as this is my first one and I've gone through so many ideas to just get to this haha. But I'm definitely going to keep working on more!

Also if you have any feedback or tips let me know! Thanks for reading! - your dear author, moonflower.

(Don't feed this to ai or Jade will eat you like he ate his siblings~)

No but seriously. Don't. ♡

[itsameaera]

CONGRATS ON 3K FOLLOWERS 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

this is the same anon who requested the hcs for azul x horror fan!reader—i loved them sm, your writing is genuinely so peak 🥹💗 i was wondering if i could request some hcs, or perhaps a little drabble/oneshot, of watching the office with azul? i have this headcanon that if azul ever were to watch the office, he would have such a love-hate relationship with michael scott LMAO

‼️slight spoilers for the office in case you haven’t seen it‼️

like in the beginning, azul would be cringing in pure agony at all of michael’s cringeworthy moments in the early seasons, but by the time it comes to the episode where michael officially leaves dunder mifflin, azul is bawling his eyes out, and then bawling his eyes out even more when michael returns at the very end of the season

this is super specific and niche so i completely understand if you decide to not do this request LMAO, but either way congrats on getting 3k followers! 💗💗💗

【❝That’s What She Said!❞】

【Synopsis: In which Azul finds himself going attached to a character he once swore he despised】

【Featuring: Azul Ashengrotto】

【Tags: gn reader, can be read and platonic or romantic, pure crack, Azul is ooc but it’s for comedic effect lol, possible typos or spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tags】

【Word count: 0.5k】

【a/n: heheh thank you anon, I’m so glad you enjoyed your previous request!!! I know this sounds blasphemous, but I’ve never watched the office lol! Like, I’ve seen clips on TikTok or whatever, but that’s it. Since I’m not very familiar with the show I kept things pretty short, but I wanted to write something for you, so I hope you don’t mind the length. Ha, that’s what she said! (Heheh get it?) Anyway, I hope you enjoy and ty for the kind words and congratulations <333333333】

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‧₊˚ ┊ Ooh, Michael has Azul stressed the fuck out fr

‧₊˚ ┊ He's like Floyd, but not as dangerous and ten times more irritating (Azul's words exactly)

‧₊˚ ┊ For a while, Azul just openly hates Michael, loudly groaning and complaining anytime Michael comes on screen (we get it bro, no need for the dramatics lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ He just genuinely cannot fathom how terrible it must be to work with Michael like, Floyd is bad, but this is so much worse (he's really starting to feel grateful for the eel now lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Eventually, Michael's antics started to become a bit more tolerable to Azul (if you saw him cracking a smile, no you did not)

‧₊˚ ┊ He denies up and down that he finds Micheal partially endearing in the later seasons, but the facade comes crashing down when Michael leaves Dunder Mifflin

‧₊˚ ┊ Omg you'd swear Azul was watching live footage of a chef preparing octopus sashimi the way he was crying when you finally got to Goodbye, Michael

‧₊˚ ┊ Like, he's full-on crying his eyes out, blubbering and sniffing like he's at a funeral (it might as well be lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ And when Pam shows up to say goodbye to Michael at the airport, Azul lets out the most pitiful high-pitched whine you ever did hear (he will make you sign a contract swearing to never tell another living soul about this moment after he collects himself lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ After Michael's departure, The Office — both literally in terms of Dunder Mifflin and that show as whole — doesn't feel the same…

‧₊˚ ┊ Azul will go through the motions watching the rest do the show with you, but there's a Michael Scott-shaped hole in his heart throughout it all (talk about dramatic)

‧₊˚ ┊ Then you get to the series finale and the piece that had long been missing finally returns

‧₊˚ ┊ The literal shriek Azul lets out when Michael returns to attend Dwight's wedding is quite literally loud enough to make your ears ring

‧₊˚ ┊ Yet again, he's crying and sniveling and acting completely irrational — especially over a character he supposedly hated lol

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"There, there, Azul. It's okay, just let it all out." Your shirt is soaked at the shoulder with Azul's tears, and probably some snot too. He's somehow been crying for the last fifteen minutes, which is honestly pretty impressive. The last time he cried over Michael Scott was for a mere twelve minutes, so we're really breaking records here.

"I-I can't believe he came back! HE CAME BACK, (Y/N)!" Somehow, Azul manages to start crying harder, which you honestly didn't think possible. A part of you is concerned, but also amazed by just how attached he's become to this character he used to claim to hate.

"Yes, Azul, I can see that."

"YOU DON'T GET IT! HE CAME BACK TO BE DWIGHT'S BEST MAN!" At this point, Azul is basically hyperventilating. Nothing you've done — from gently rocking him in your arms to affectionately petting his hair — seems to be of much help. So, it looks like you're just going to have to wait until he gets this all out of his system.

"I know, Azul, I was watching the show just like you were. Just calm down, okay?"

Azul did manage to calm down a good seven minutes later, which sets the record for the number of minutes he's spent crying over Michael Scott at a whopping 22 minutes. If you add the 12 minutes he spent sobbing when Michael left, then you have a grand total of 34 minutes total. All over a character Azul claimed he hated.

[drpepperdemon]

AZUL AND THE OFFICE 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💗💗💗💗💗💗

[sleepingdeath-twst]

insomniac ! s/o headcanons for azul ashengrotto

or; how your ever calculating boyfriend helps you overcome your sleeping problems

featuring azul ashengrotto and a gender neutral reader

requested by anonymous

see my pinned post or my octavinelle masterlist

azul ashengrotto is, to his core, a ‘fixer’ — the type of person who approaches a problem, any problem, and immediately starts working out all the ways he can possibly fix it, either for personal gain or just for his own entertainment. take, for example, his immediate pivot towards a point based reward system in the lounge in order to maximise profit and minimise the personal risks to himself following the events of his overblot and the mass loss of every single contract he’d formed in the years prior. or how instead of fighting against the newfound popularity of a mystery shop exclusive drink he instead set out to make a contract that allowed him to sell those drinks in the lounge and profit off of the latest fad. in both cases he found a problem and worked his way out of it, coming out the other side far better off than he was before — and the second he becomes aware of it, your chronic insomnia becomes another problem amongst many that your beloved boyfriend is determined to fix

the first thing he does, as any good businessman in the making ought to do, is research. careful, meticulous, consistent observation of your regular schedule and evening habits so he can pinpoint any possible factors that may be contributing to your sleeping problems. things like your late night doomscrolling, for example. but also smaller things, minor parts of your routine that you might not even realise you do because they’re so small and ingrained in your daily life. and he documents everything he notices

and he does some additional research on top of all of that — consulting academic papers and online articles and advice forums centred around chronic insomnia to try and work out what the best way to address your particular problems may be… which meant, rather ironically, that he ended up losing a lot more sleep than he’d care to admit because he’d get lost down various related rabbit holes

he even makes a spreadsheet! multiple, even… well, rather, multiple drafts of the same spreadsheet as he updates it each day to include new factors and habits and symptoms he’s noticed that he hadn’t previously added to his calculations

then, after a good month or two of this research he moves on to the next phase of his plan. that being to calmly and gently confront you with everything he’s noticed, sitting you down in his office and walking you through his little spreadsheet so you two can come up with a comprehensive plan for you to follow in order to (hopefully) tackle your insomnia for good

regularly this would be when he’d offer you a contract to secure his help in personally correcting any bad habits and providing you with magical and natural sleep aids… but you’re his partner and he’s more inclined to help you out of the goodness of his heart (and to prove to you that he’s the best choice, but that’s not relevant) so as soon as he has your verbalised consent azul starts making all the preparations he needs to

and because he’s so very thorough and generous with his help, this includes:

moving you into his dorm room so he can personally monitor your progress and ensure that you’re upholding your side of the agreement — and slowly helping you work out of any bad habits you may have gained as best he can. though, admittedly, his motivations for this one may have been a touch less on the selfless boyfriend side and more on the ‘wanting more quality alone time with his partner’ side, but he does still do his absolute best to help and monitor as he promised he would

securing consistent access to the safest magical sleeping aids and potions that money can buy — used sparingly and only as a last resort when everything else fails, because while he absolutely wants you to always be well rested he doesn’t want you to build up too much of a tolerance for them or risk suffering from the naster side effects that certain potions and spells tend to carry with them

and even getting ahold of leading experts on the subject — through connections he and the twins refuse to elaborate on for reasons you’re better off not knowing — to secure a more steady and professional treatment plan if his own help falls short and your insomnia persists. because he’s such a generous and loving boyfriend, now please tell him as much and cuddle him to sleep tonight

[itsameaera]

hello! first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 i hope you have the greatest day ever and get the coolest gifts ever <333

also super excited to see your requests are open again! i’ve been reading your hcs/drabbles/oneshots for a while now and i eat them up every time—esp the azul ones 💜

speaking of him, i’d like to request some hcs for azul x fem!reader who is a huge horror fan—i’m talking bingewatching horror movies/those analog horror vids on youtube, playing horror games, collecting horror merchandise, etc. i like to imagine azul getting jumpscared whenever he sees one of reader’s slasher masks or life-size chucky doll LMAO

i hope this request isn’t too vague or complicated, this is my first time requesting here 😭

【❝Final Girl❞】

【Synopsis: In which Azul finds himself at the whims of his horror-obsessed girlfriend】

【Featuring: Azul Ashengrotto】

【Tags: fem reader, horror fanatic reader established relationship, fluff, crack, Azul is scared but he’s enduring for the sake of his relationship lol, that’s pretty much it lol, possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tags】

【Word count: 0.6k】

【a/n: hiya anon, thank you for the birthday wishes and the kind words!!! I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed my work and I hope you enjoy this as well! I’m mentioned it a lot, but I absolutely love the horror genre! From books to games and movies, I love everything horror!!! Even my original characters’ stories are horror, so it’s safe to say I’m obsessed lol! I had such a great time writing this — I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather and working on this made me feel a lot better, so thank you for sending this in anon! Anyway, I really hope you enjoy and tysm again for all the kind words!!! (๑>◡<๑)】

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‧₊˚ ┊ Poor octo-boy is not built to handle anything scary lol

‧₊˚ ┊ That being said, he has a very hard time saying no to your invitations for him to join you on one of your binge-watching sessions (ah, the things we do for love)

‧₊˚ ┊ Azul always tries to play it cool, but his nonchalant facade fades the minute some eerie ambiance kicks in (a literal floorboard creeping makes him nearly jump out of his skin lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ I think it goes without saying, but he can't handle jumpscares — like, he'll know it's coming, but will still get startled

‧₊˚ ┊ Azul's octopus instincts kick in wherever he's afraid, but it usually depends on how badly the scare got him

‧₊˚ ┊ If the scare isn't that bad, the least he'll do is change color and literally become as pale as a ghost

‧₊˚ ┊ If the scare really gets him, then he'll full on spit out some ink, which has resulted in many a clean-up session (he gets really embarrassed about inking in front of you, so please make sure you tell him it's alright)

‧₊˚ ┊ On the bright side, Azul can use his apparent fear as a convenient excuse to press up right against your side and hide his face against your neck when things get really scary (he's not too proud to deny himself the comfort of clinging to his lovely girlfriend — that being you — during his time of need)

‧₊˚ ┊ I think he handles horror games a bit better than horror movies and the like — there's a bit more control involved, since you literally get to move around the character

‧₊˚ ┊ Obviously, jumpscare games scare the ink out of him, and the occasional walking simulator might get him to jump a bit, but survival horror just doesn't have the same impact on him (like, he's barely even flinching at Resident Evil lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Oddly enough, Azul will find himself interested in the story of some of the horror games you play — kinda like putting together metaphorical puzzle pieces (yes, he's making you stop so he can read every document lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ The one genre he doesn't find scary is deep sea horror since he grew up in the deep dark depths of the Coral Sea, so stuff like that doesn't scare him (bro lowkey grew up in Rock Bottom from SpongeBob lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ I think as a means of combining your interests, he might buy some horror-themed table-top games for the two of you to play (the only thing scary here is his determination to win, like, you may be his girlfriend, but that doesn't exempt you from his competitive streak lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Although Azul isn't a big horror fan himself, he has no problem funding your interest (gotta keep the gf happy lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Whatever you want — a new game, a deluxe DVD box set of your favorite series, a figure, and even replica props — your darling octopus will see to it that your wishes are fulfilled

‧₊˚ ┊ He actually likes watching you unbox your purchases in front of him, like there's just something about seeing you light up and get excited that makes his three hearts skip a beat (he'll even sit and listen to you ramble on about whatever you got with a dumb, lovestruck smile on his face lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Unfortunately, he will get scared inkless by some of your merch like, one time he was sleeping over at your place and woke up in the middle of the night for some water only to get scared by a prop mask you had displayed (he has a rule now that you have to put them away if he's gonna stay the night lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Yeah, horror isn't exactly Azul's cup of tea, but he's very supportive of your obsession with the genre even if it makes him spit up ink more often than he cares to admit (the embarrassment is worth making you happy)

[sleepingdeath-twst]

horror loving s/o headcanons for azul ashengrotto

or; how your boyfriend slowly adapts to your unabashed love for all things ‘horror’

featuring azul ashengrotto and a gender neutral reader

requested by anonymous

see my pinned post or my octavinelle masterlist

when you first became a couple, your intense love for all things horror really did catch azul by surprise. of course he did know that you were something of a collector and he vaguely knew what franchises you liked — courtesy of having jade do some light information gathering before you got together, before he gave up on the idea of taking you on as a client — but the sheer amount of horror stuff in your home… yeah… that he was not expecting

while he does find a lot of the merchandise you collect to be unsettling or creepy to look at — mostly the doll replicas of various villains, honestly — once he’s gotten used to your collection you’re unlikely to get much of a reaction out of him

aside from the time one particularly doll nearly fell on him in the middle of the night during one of your first sleepovers as a couple and azul, still half asleep, nearly inked onto the (very expensive) thing. but even then all you really heard was a loud thump and then a series of muttered curses that were not in common before your half-blind boyfriend stumbled back into your room and got back under the covers to go to sleep

but that was a one time thing and now that he knows what to expect you’d have to actively try to scare him — and while the tweels would be more than happy to assist its better for his pride that this is a goal you endeavour to complete on your own

he absolutely funds your horror obsession — partially because he feels like providing for you like this is his duty as your boyfriend and mate, but mostly because he just loves how happy you look whenever he presents you with a new comic or book or film or obscure bit of merch from your favourite franchise… and how affectionate you get afterwards when you’re all excited and thankful

in the lead up to halloween each year he actually turns to you for guidance on how to come up with the perfect theme for his dorm and for the mostro lounge — looking for inspiration from your passion in order to create the perfect blend of profitable and seasonally frightening in order to maximise sales and positive feedback from customers

he’s always on the lookout for gifts you may like and coming up to any major holidays, or anniversaries, or your birthday he’ll even enlist the tweels to help him scour online to find the perfect horror-themed gifts for you — and because of his borderline encyclopaedic knowledge of what you like and what you already have in your collection he has never disappointed

not with his smaller gifts — like figures with a limited availability to buy them, new collections of books from your favourite authors, signed prints from your favourite artists, clothes he had made for you so you can rep your favourite horror franchise even when you’re out and about, etc.

and certainly not with the larger presents — first editions of your favourite comics or graphic novels or books, meet-and-greets with your favourite directors or actors or authors, signed merch, personalised videos he commissioned, one-of-a-kind art dolls he had made just for you, guided tours through the filming locations of your favourite franchise, and so on and so forth

because azul ashengrotto is nothing if not a chronic overthinker and what better use for that learned habit of his is there than indulging his beloved? he certainly can’t think of any

[imhyperfixiating]

hello! i just saw your post saying requests are open again (insane home page refresh pull), so i was wondering if you could draw azul giving reader a kiss on the knuckles like the charming gentleman he is? 🤭

SO sorry for the long wait omg, but here you go!!!

[drpepperdemon]

literally swooning rn 😍😍😍🤭🤭🤭💗💗💗

[marixrose]

Scary Movie Night

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Summary: Azul and you decide to watch a horror movie at Mostro Lounge. Little did you know, Azul doesn’t take scary movies very well…

Banners from @uzmacchiato | Requested on Tik Tok by @dr.pepperdemon

The lounge is closed for the night, the last coustmers long gone. The lights are dim, the soft glow from a small projector casting moving shadows across the walls of Mostro Lounge.

You’re sprawled comfortably on the couch, a bowl of popcorn resting between you and Azul. The movie you chose is playing loudly, filled with eerie music and creaking doors. The suspense is perfect for a jump-scare at any moment.

Azul insisted he wasn’t nervous about it. Little did you know the battle he was facing under is act.

“You said this was a classic human film from your world,” he says, adjusting his posture for what feels like the tenth time. His voice is carefully composed, though his shoulders seem a little too stiff. “Surely it can’t be that frightening.”

You glance at him, trying not to smile. “It’s just a horror movie. It’s not real.”

The scene on screen suddenly cuts to a dark hallway. The music grows tense. A character slowly reaches for a door handle.

Azul leans forward slightly. The door swings open. Something screams.

Azul jerks back so fast he nearly knocks over the popcorn bowl. You blink at him.

He clears his throat quickly, pretending nothing happened. “Merely a startling sound effect,” he says stiffly, adjusting his glasses. “Very cheap filmmaking tactic.”

“Right,” you say, barely holding back a laugh.

The movie continues. The tension builds again. The camera creeps slowly toward another shadowy corner.

Without thinking, Azul’s hand quietly slides closer, across the popcorn bowl, until it brushes yours.

You glance down at the contact. You smirk and side eye him.

He notices immediately and stiffens. “I was simply— ensuring balance,” he says quickly. “What if you get scared? Can’t have that now can we.”

You hum innocently. “Sure.”

Another jump scare hits. This time Azul grabs your arm.

You burst out laughing. “Azul. Are you seriously getting scared because of some stupid jump scare?”

He freezes, realizing what he did, and slowly releases you like nothing happened. “That… was purely instinctive. Of course I’m not scared.”

“Of course it was.”

For the next few minutes he watches the movie with forced determination, sitting very upright like he’s trying to prove a point.

Then the lights in the movie flicker. A figure appears behind the main character. Azul immediately leans closer to you again.

“You’re getting scared,” you whisper.

“I am not,” he whispers back sharply. “I am simply… maintaining situational awareness.”

The figure on screen lunges forward suddenly. Azul flinches again, grabbing your hand this time.

You look down at your joined hands and grin again. He notices.

“…Do not mention this to anyone,” he says quietly.

You squeeze his hand teasingly. “You’re holding on pretty tight for someone who isn’t scared.”

Azul sighs, clearly realizing the argument is already lost. He sinks back against the couch with a quiet groan.

“Fine,” he mutters. “Perhaps the film is… moderately unsettling.”

Another loud noise blares from the screen. Azul instinctively pulls you a little closer without even thinking about it.

You glance at him, amused. He avoids your gaze completely.

“…Continue watching,” he says quickly. “If I stop now it will appear as though I’m afraid.

You grin and settle against him slightly. Azul goes very still for a moment. But he doesn’t move away.

[drpepperdemon]

horror movie date w azul >>>>>>

letting azul hold us close whenever he gets scared >>>>>>>>>>>

[drpepperdemon]

hey chat, i finally posted a new chapter for my fic, bleedin’ me dry 🎉🎉🎉

links:

ao3

quotev

wattpad

now let’s hope i can finish and post the next chapter before my spring break ends next week 💀🙏

[drpepperdemon]

AZUL LA BONBONNIERE GROOVY

giggling, blushing, twirling my hair, batting my eyelashes, kicking my feet in the air, sighing dreamily, screaming, crying, throwing up, sliding down the wall-

he’s looking at me btw 🤭 (i was behind the camera)

[twstassets]

High-res Base card for Azul Ashengrotto - La Bonbonnière

[drpepperdemon]

GOOD FUCKING LORDDDDDDDDDDDD

MY HUSBAND 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

[vivziepopcriticalconfessions]

"At this point I don't even care for the show's bad writing in terms of its story. Original premise was forgotten? Okay man whatever. Character assasination left and right? Sure. Contrived plots with shitty resolutions? Yeah, that's just how it goes. You wanna know why? Because of all the fucking rape apologism. And the misogyny. And the fetishization of queer men. And the racism. And the aphobia. And the transphobia. And the fucking everything. I find it hard to care about the show's excruciatingly childish dialogue when I just had to watch an ace man having to watch two perverts have sex be treated as a joke. When the show previously prided itself on how seriously it took sexual assault. I find it hard to care how Stolitz hijacked Helluva Boss when that same ship is just rape. I find it hard to care about how sloppy the trial's writting was when Andrealphus's incestuous jokes were being excused by Vivzie and when the Sin of Gluttony and Lust, two of the "good guys" are being aphobic and fatphobic towards another character. And being treated as if they are in the right. I can't watch any scene with the Vees and care about how much of a stretch their plan is without having my eyes fixated on the giant moth shaped elephant in the room, who the writers are trying to convince me is just a thot with relationship issues. No, he's a rapist. The show has become something very disturbing to me. How its most disgusting issues are accepted or glossed over by fans. The Hellaverse deserves most of the criticism it gets. Be it story wise or considering its other, more serious problems. All I'm saying is that I personally find it hard to focus on the story's problems and not the others. Because a story is just a story. And people, obviously, are right to criticise it. But man, the whole time I'm hearing it all I can think of is "This show is fucked up." Because it is fucked up. What do you mean you want me to drool for the rapists (plural)? What do you mean I'm meant to find sexual assault and aphobia funny? Why was it that the second this character was established as gay, he turned into a twink? Why are all the female characters so underdeveloped? Why do the shows so rarely focus on them specifically? Why is the trans representation so forced? What's with the bondage kink? What am I watching? This is messed up, how come the fandom won't notice? Basically what I'm saying is that the bad writting doesnt rile me up anymore. Not when paired with all of the disturbingly tone deaf shit the shows preach. Again, not saying there's anything wrong with the general criticism for the show's story. Just uh. Sharing my own personal experience, I guess."

Submitted by anonymous

[crystalreydraws]

🦈🐍🪫🔋

Some flojami for my own sanity🫠

[moonbeammochi]

WHY ARE YOU WRITING INCEST ABOUT MALLEUS THESE FREAKING STUPID FEMCELS GOT TO MY FAV CHARACTERS NOOOOOOOO KALIM ISNT A BIG PERVERT NO IDIA ISNT AN INCEL NO MALLEUS WOULD NOT FUCK HIS SITER YOU FREAKING DEGENERATES 😭😭😭😭😭

[drpepperdemon]

so we all saw that one person’s blog, right? 😭🙏

[drpepperdemon]

‼️NEW TWST FIC ALERT‼️

Hey, guys! A while ago, I had made a post both on here and on TikTok promoting a TWST fic that I started writing called Kalopsia. However, around chapter 5 or 6, I got hit with extreme writer's block because I didn't know how to progress the story forward in an engaging and interesting way. Plus, my fic sadly did not get as much traction as I was hoping, so I decided to rewrite it!

Without further ado, I'd like to present...

𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍' 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐘

"In every timeline, a magic-less human named “Yuu” is taken by a mysterious black carriage and wakes up at Night Raven College, stranded in an entirely different dimension from their home universe. Every Yuu has their own differences—different looks, different personalities, different backstories, even different names. Despite these differences, however, there is one thing they share in common: they’re all, to their very cores, good people inside.

Right?"

I'm going to be posting this fic on AO3, Quotev, and even Wattpad (yes, I'm that desperate for readers LMAO 😭). I may also decide to post it on here, as well (if I don't feel too lazy to do so). Here are the links for each site:

AO3

Quotev

Wattpad

Please feel free to check it out for yourselves and even leave a comment if you'd like! I thrive off of feedback and validation so I'd love to read all your thoughts on my fic and what your opinions are, as well as any theories you may have of what will happen in the future (especially regarding two certain protagonists... 😈)

Happy reading! 💚

[misteria247]

Nothing appeals to me more than Azul being incredibly awkward in his attempts to woo you the player. And you being just as awkward in your attempt to reciprocate his wooing. I mean think about it-

He tries to come off smooth and suave. Professional to an extent and then he hears you laugh and he gets a bit flustered cuz wow you have a nice laugh and you go to be cool and nonchalant but your rosy cheeks give you away and it makes him get a bit warm in the face too. You have your usual banter like in the game but one of you says something like a compliment or a romantic flirtatious comment. And suddenly it's you two fumbling awkwardly and you're both floundering trying to save yourselves from embarrassing yourselves further. Completely unaware that it's in fact doing the opposite. Azul finds your flustered reactions to be endearing and you find Azul's fumbling to be incredibly cute. Bonus both of you are oblivious to the other's flirting and awkward behavior and crushing.

Jade and Floyd watch this entire thing amused like it's their favorite sitcom while Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho and Sebek cringe at how awkward it is. Idia feels like he's in a romance novel as the side character whenever he sees you two interact. Literally the whole school is aware of you two save for you and Azul.

[drpepperdemon]

arachengrotto being mutually terrible at flirting w/ each other >>>>>>