[illfatedtales]

the tales of the illfated , the twisted , the warped . 

                                     independent twisted wonderland ocs 

                                      written by lockit

[illfatedtales]

throw the first punch. go on. do it. they don't have a reputation to squander so they don't really care if they lose a tooth.

[blotspare]

“How about nobody kicks anybody’s ass and you all just act normal for once in your lives.”

[illfatedtales]

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yuniel has nicknames for the dorm leaders based on gemstones!

riddle - dear ruby

leona - scorned emerald

kalim - sunsets topaz

azul - ocean sapphire

vil - mirrored amethyst

idia - hiding turquoise

malleus - brilliant jade

( yuu - little carnelian )

[magicalshift]

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“ that’s cute. ”

there’s an undertone of mocking. they’ve been in enough scrapes and scrambles to not fear a bunch of pretty little princes. they grin , teeth sharp , too sharp to be human , not quite enough to be a beast. they cross their ankles and settle their weight on the obnoxiously tall platforms they wear.

when he walks they follow , they’re curious now. he’s funny. their steps are natural , a little skip and they’re ahead of him , walking with a fluidity that shouldn’t be possible in heels that big. they’re too casual , it’s not charming at all. of course , yuniel doesn’t tend to do things for others , mostly just to keep themself content.

“ that’s a relief !! you magic users fall back on it a little too much , hm ? omnipotence rots the mind , numbs the body. it sounds like a paaa~aaaain. ”

their words are precise , and despite their claims of lacking such power there’s an unnatural glimmer to everything about them.

“ and you , why didn’t you throw a punch ? i wouldn’t have minded , likely wouldn’t ‘ave stopped you either. self defense and all that. ”

they follow him, and he walks faster — it doesn’t near a run, or even a proper speedwalk, but he walks with purpose and long strides as he pushes by them again. he doesn’t understand what it is that has them interested enough to follow him down the hallway, but he’d like it to stop. “ we’re not omnipotent. far from it. there are always limits to the things we can do. ”

at their question, graves stops walking. maybe if he answers them they’ll accept it and leave him alone to get to class. “ i didn’t throw a punch because i don’t throw punches. i have my pride, and dignity, and i care about my image. punching some trespassing delinquent isn’t worth my time or the damage to my image and family name. ” he takes a breath, letting it out in a slow exhale. “ besides, i’m not angry enough to punch you. i’m merely irritated and would like to be left alone to get to class. ”

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`` mmmmmmm. so you saaaay. ``

they play with him a little longer , he's far less explosive than the kids back at school — then again those kids deserve the treatment , they simply don't know when to shut up. ( 'how ironic ,' they think to themselves , 'i dont know either !' )

still , they don't expect their company is very pleasant after their actions. they won't pretend they don't understand why. they glance down at their hand as they pursue him and halt when he stops.

their lips straighten out , face returning to the blank slate. that's . . . boring. oh well , he's not going to entertain them forever , nothing ever does anymore – no no. they hum , a hand presses against the small of his back and the other takes his hand. they spin , holding graves firmly so he doesn't trip before twirling him out of their arms with a fiendish giggle , like a hyena.

`` good answer , pretty boy !! lucky for you this trespassing delinquent has places to be , people to see ~. although i will say — trespassing is hardly a crime. i've been called muuuch worse ! `` they curtsy to graves and snuggle further into their coat. `` remember me ~ ! ill see you again. ``

they shoot him another toothy grin and off they bound , ever the nuisance. a pen of his tucked neatly away in their pocket , hidden from sight.

[magicalshift]

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pfft —

well. they didn’t think that’d be easy ! they feel a little bad actually but the look on his face is too funny for the feeling to last. still , they aren’t a monster ; impulsive , unpredictable and a little insensitive maybe , but not a monster.

“ mmm. sorry bout that , my nerd radar went off. ” they say curtly with a flash of fang , a hand moving to twirl their hair around a finger. how they even got here is a story for another time. a beat passes and they lean closer to graves , looking him over through the thick bangs that conceal their bright gold eyes. a hum of approval and a click of their tongue follow.

“ you’re pretty cute actually. so i’ll say sorry , sincerely. sometimes i act without thought , whoopsies ~. ”

there’s a drawl to their voice , their lax posture and amused demeanour don’t outweigh what is a ( mostly ) sincere apology , but it’s unnerving. yuniel is always unnerving. they snuggle into their large blue coat , hands shoved into deep pockets , and they survey him , looking for blood , or any kind of redness. odd behaviour from the one who caused it in the first place.

“ not too hurt are you ? didn’t put too much force in'ta that. but you never know how tough you soft lots are. ”

if it was possible to get whiplash from words, graves would certainly be reeling at the moment. he stands his ground as they lean closer to look him over, but he does he lean back subconsciously. he doesn’t trust them, for sure. “ thank you, ” he responds to the compliment and apology, but it’s more of a question than anything else — brow knit, eyes narrow.

“ i’ll be fine. ” he feels bristly, and he’s decided that he’s done with this. he adjusts his grip on his school bag, moving to walk by them. “ i’d be careful picking fights in this school if i were you. some of us soft lots are quick to anger and think even less about their actions than you do. ” it’s genuine advice; rielle would have thrown a punch for sure, and graves could list a few others he doesn’t feel responsible for.

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`` that's cute. ``

there's an undertone of mocking. they've been in enough scrapes and scrambles to not fear a bunch of pretty little princes. they grin , teeth sharp , too sharp to be human , not quite enough to be a beast. they cross their ankles and settle their weight on the obnoxiously tall platforms they wear.

when he walks they follow , they're curious now. he's funny. their steps are natural , a little skip and they're ahead of him , walking with a fluidity that shouldn't be possible in heels that big. they're too casual , it's not charming at all. of course , yuniel doesn't tend to do things for others , mostly just to keep themself content.

`` that's a relief !! you magic users fall back on it a little too much , hm ? omnipotence rots the mind , numbs the body. it sounds like a paaa~aaaain. ``

their words are precise , and despite their claims of lacking such power there's an unnatural glimmer to everything about them.

`` and you , why didn't you throw a punch ? i wouldn't have minded , likely wouldn't 'ave stopped you either. self defense and all that. ``

[magicalshift]

@illfatedtales​ asked:   without missing a beat , yuniel pushes graves into the nearest locker — lips pulled into a straight line. fucking nerds. / remember that time i said i wanted to push him into a locker? well.

graves isn’t the kind of person to get into fights, so he’s far from used to any sort of violent physical contact. he’s straight - laced and proper, with a sense of dignity that gets very darkly bruised as this — this stranger shoves him into a locker, unprompted.

“ what the — ” it dawns on him late that they’re not even wearing a royal sword academy uniform; no, that’s one from night raven college, here for some reason and deciding to harass him. he winces as he pulls himself from the locker, knowing his left shoulder is going to be bruised and otherwise out of whack for a bit. “ what was that for?? ” he calls after them, practically able to hear the blood rushing through him — face red with embarrassment, pulse beating angrily.

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pfft —

well. they didn't think that'd be easy ! they feel a little bad actually but the look on his face is too funny for the feeling to last. still , they aren't a monster ; impulsive , unpredictable and a little insensitive maybe , but not a monster.

`` mmm. sorry bout that , my nerd radar went off. `` they say curtly with a flash of fang , a hand moving to twirl their hair around a finger. how they even got here is a story for another time. a beat passes and they lean closer to graves , looking him over through the thick bangs that conceal their bright gold eyes. a hum of approval and a click of their tongue follow.

`` you're pretty cute actually. so i'll say sorry , sincerely. sometimes i act without thought , whoopsies ~. ``

there's a drawl to their voice , their lax posture and amused demeanour don't outweigh what is a ( mostly ) sincere apology , but it's unnerving. yuniel is always unnerving. they snuggle into their large blue coat , hands shoved into deep pockets , and they survey him , looking for blood , or any kind of redness. odd behaviour from the one who caused it in the first place.

`` not too hurt are you ? didn't put too much force in'ta that. but you never know how tough you soft lots are. ``

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i wanna change this blogs theme but i also.   cannot be asked zzzzzz

[illfatedtales]

`` good afternoon to the sexiest person in this hell dorm — me ! ``

[blotspare]

@illfatedtales : when yuniel finds yuu on the floor their first instinct is to pull them to their feet by the collar — their second is to lean over , hair following the gesture , and simply ask: “ what ‘appened to you ? ”

Well, that could have gone better.  

The only response Yuniel gets for a long moment is a groan, sounding more annoyed about being handily laid out than worried about the injuries.  The other doesn’t sound bent on further kicking their shit in, so they don’t feel an urgency to be RESPECTABLE.   After a few beats of silence, though, the silence breaks as Yuu’s eyes slide open.

“Y’see,” Yuu mutters, pushing themself to at least sit up (  standing seems a bit over - optimistic, given the way their head is pounding  ), “I go’ my ass kicked, obviously.”  Their split lip has the words slurring just a touch, and one of their hands presses gingerly to their bloodied mouth; no wobbly teeth, at least.

They gaze up at the other, had tilting, eyes hazy.  Vision much the same.  That hand moves from from their mouth to press carefully to a bruise blooming on their cheek.  Ouch.  “Coulda been worse, but — ha, this seems like a bit much jus’ for bein’ too popular, huh?”

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hm.

yuniel's not impressed , not that it's visible on their face — given that half of their face is completely concealed by their bangs. their lips pulled into a line as they quietly observe the younger. the 3rd year has seen them around , but they doubt yuu themself will know who they are , mostly because they see the light of day for a total of two hours daily.

`` mhm. did you start the fight ? `` thats all they needed to know. yuniel's hands tucked into their pockets , fingers curling around a switchblade , not meant for yuu , no-no , not at all. if this had been a case of what they thought it was , then they'd have some magical bastards to throttle and is not then well , they can take yuu to the infirmary and probably never talk to them again ( nothing personal , they don't really talk to anyone anymore. )

`` i wouldn't say popular. popular is self righteous and acting like you're hot shit , i don't get that aura from you. ``

they yawn , snuggling down into their coat , they consider giving it to them but they don't think it'll really help.

`` can you walk ? ``

[illfatedtales]

i demand u send asks for yuniel right now :) this is a threat

[illfatedtales]

new muse .   yuniel / yuu “  the narcissus “ tag below.

art credit : spacekraftz on twitter .

[illfatedtales]

im gonna swap ozzie for my yuu for the sole reason of beating up rain's yuu's bullies <3

[unblot]

ID.  //  ♡.  //  AWFUL AFFECTION.

❝ little brother ~. ❞

the octopus mer is quick to scoop his beloved younger brother into his arms , spinning him around with glee. he isn’t supposed to be here , of course being NRC alumni means there are appropriate times for him to visit and this isnt one of them.

thankfully the lounge is empty , but cove is ( unintentionally ) humiliating with his doting , a habit born from a desperate desire to rekindle any kind of relationship with his younger brother.

he sets him down. ❝ did you miss me ? ❞

azul makes an indignant cry as he’s lifted into the air, briefly dropping his refined composure as he struggles to break from his brother’s hold on him. for a moment he’s not the cunning & powerful leader of octavinelle, but just a timid younger brother helpless to his older brother’s affections. ❛    ahh! coral! let go of me!    ❜

once he’s set down azul swiftly moves to regain his composure, huffing as he straightens his uniform & adjusts his glasses. these are business hours. it wouldn’t do to be seen in such an undignified manner. he clears his throat. ❛    coral, what are you doing here? i thought i told you to notify me when you’d be visiting.  ❜ 

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❝ did i forget to let you know in advance ? silly me ~~! ❞

cove smiles , the distance between them is always felt , always , but he never lets it show on his face. his attempts to be closer with the younger weren't always the most well thought out — coral ashengrotto is book smart , and socially smart , just. . . not really regarding himself and being genuine. he's ditzy in that regard.

he cares about azul , more than the younger will ever know. largely because cove has never learnt to show that normally.

❝ i realised you weren't on holidays yet but i couldn't wait to give you your gift from my travels soooo i stopped by. ❞

he fumbles in his bag , pulling out a neatly wrapped box with a decorative label , he drops it lightly into his palm.

❝ i rarely see you back home anyways , so i don't see what's wrong with surprising my dear little brother with a visit ! but anyways , open it , open it ! ❞

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❝ little brother ~. ❞

the octopus mer is quick to scoop his beloved younger brother into his arms , spinning him around with glee. he isn't supposed to be here , of course being NRC alumni means there are appropriate times for him to visit and this isnt one of them.

thankfully the lounge is empty , but cove is ( unintentionally ) humiliating with his doting , a habit born from a desperate desire to rekindle any kind of relationship with his younger brother.

he sets him down. ❝ did you miss me ? ❞

@unblot

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rielle appears quietly following his brother’s departure, a sharp smile curling on his features. he makes his presence known when he slams his hand against the wall at cove’s side. “hi! cove right?” there’s something off about the prince’s smile. it doesn’t meet his eyes, the ocean blues looking almost murderous as rielle continues. “listen, whatever game you’re playing, cut it out. raph might be too nice to tell you to get lost but i’m not. go near him again & i’ll make your life hell. got it?”

❝ oh ? it's the little minnow ! ❞

he says , with all the delight of a child opening s gift on christmas day. cove finds rielle amusing , sure they haven't seen one another in person alot , but azul tells the best stories ~.

the prince's attempt to intimidate him is cute , sweet even , but it falls flat , cove is too tall and he's simply having too much fun !

❝ and how will you do that , little minnow ? im all ears , it's not every day people threaten me. ❞ he's gotten a lot of threats actually. death threats come with the fame. this is different , this is a little brother worried about his older. cove can't help but feel endeared.

he smiles , patting rielle's head.

❝ i'm not playing any games , little minnow. you wound me for thinking so. if raphael wants me to leave him alone he'll tell me himself. i doubt he'd want his dearest little brother worrying about his affairs. ❞

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illfatedtales​ :

it certainly takes courage to disturb the free time of a prince. even more so to speak to one as he did , but cove wasn’t really one who mulled over consequences. he was far less calculating than his little brother , not to say he didn’t have his own scheming streak. you don’t simply become a dorm head , you don’t simply become an influencer , it’s taken a lot of risk and reward to get here , now that he’s comfortable he’s allowed to have wistful fun , he’s got a steady foundation and time to waste.

he notes the colour under the prince’s cheeks , sharp eyes catching ever detail in how he flusters. his smile grows.

❝ oh ? you know my face , hm ? i’m honoured. ❞ that much is genuine , cove is well known , sure , but he’d never consider himself important enough for the crown prince to know him so soon. that does inflate his ego a little more than it should. he’s not exactly a biggest fan of the royal family , but then again , he’s never really satisfied with what he has. always searching for more and pushing until those barriers break. why would he like ones that encapsulate all he believes he and his brother deserve.

❝ yes , my friends call me cove. bu~ut you can call me whatever you’d like. ❞ the line itself is not flirtatious , rather innocent really , as is the smile — plastic — but its the sweet dip in his tone , that curls with his usual ways. he messes with his hair , eyelashes fluttering , those bright deep - amethyst irises sparkling like the very same jewels. cove knows he’s pretty , beautiful even , the oceans blessed him with good looks and he , without breaking his humble persona , flaunts it.

he feigns surprise , head tilting , strands of thick dark hair falling across his shoulders , the lighting here made its rich colour shine through.

❝ ah , there’s no way i’m worth such a freedom , but my mother didn’t raise me to defy. ❞  no , he taught himself to do that. out of spite partially. he spent most of his childhood on land , away from this sea he desired. away from the little brother he adored , it was a shame his mask could never crack.

❝ he’s doing fine , busier than even me. ❞ there’s a laughter in his voice — cove was aware of azul’s less than savoury behaviours , but he wasn’t going to curb his brother’s fun. he didn’t attend anymore , unlike certain of his former classmates. so frankly what azul did there was hardly his business and even less of his responsibility.

❝ mother and father will always welcome you and your brothers with open arms. she still attributes part of our success to your continued patronage. ❞ was that true ? honestly cove didn’t know and couldn’t care less. he wasn’t there for the prince’s visits , he’d been on land. he was always on land you see.

❝ i do hope i haven’t disturbed you too much. i dont normal come across people on my strolls , it was a little hard to resist. ❞ another lie. they roll off his tongue , deception coded in his language. ❝ how have you been ? not overworking i hope , id hate stress to warp a face as pretty as yours. ❞

unfortunate it is how raphael knows his people,   his merfolk,   by face   &   name but not of their stories-   cove is one of those that he simply has no idea of what his story is.   however,   raphael is not nosy nor is he willing to pull such stories out from the other mer if unwilling.   he peers at him,   peers at the way fingers fiddle with locks of hair   &   the way gem - like eyes glint under the light.   those who reside under the sea are naturally graced with beauty,   with light born on their features,   with shimmering scales   &   twinkling voices   -   raphael is but used to such beauty but cove’s beauty is otherworldly.

the crown prince blinks,   then he clears his throat once more;   perhaps,   the compliments had really gotten to him slightly more than usual.   he chalks it up to not having heard such words   &   feeling the effects successfully in a while.      “   of course!   i remember seeing you back in our high school days   &   you’re quite famous,   are you not?   it’d be foolish of me if i had no idea of your presence.   ”      having been born    &   raised in such a manner where he had to memorize many a things,   it had not been hard for cove to catch raphael’s eye back during the inter - school events.   it hadn’t just been his eye,   either,   many people were constantly watching cove,   constantly watching him too.   whilst it had seemed that cove thrived under the limelight,   raphael squirmed away from it-   wearing smiling masks   &   shaking hands   &   being diplomatic.

regardless,  ( he often finds himself lost in useless thoughts.   fingers squeeze at the stems of those flowers gifted to him a while back )  raphael offers a smile to cove,   tilting his head.      “   would it be bold of me to call you cove then?   ”      he’s being straightforward in his own manner,   but by no means is his being flirtatious nor charming.   it does sound it though   &   the realization hits him a second later.      “   i mean,   if it’s okay with you,   of course-   i can call you coral or even   …   mister ashengrotto.   ”      it’s been a while since raphael has laughed easily like this outside of his home,   in front of someone from his past.   even if it is just him who feels truly at ease,   as himself,   he doesn’t mind. 

once the last of the laughter trickles out of his system,   he’s left with a little smile curving ‘pon his visage at the mention of cove’s family-   yet,   he couldn’t help but notice how quick the mer is to move on from the subject.   perhaps he feels discomfort mentioning his family   &   raphael feels a bit of pity,   a bit of sympathy if ever the case.      “   i see,   it’s been a while since i  last saw him.   last time   …   he was around,   maybe,   up to my knees?   ”      then raphael shakes his head,   huffing out a laugh.      “   your parents are the ones to thank for making amazing food.   ”

as soon as he thinks he’s escaped the candied compliments,   they strike at him again   &   raphael’s eyes flit from floor to amethyst - like eyes in minute surprise.   he coughs,   choking on nothing in particular.   pretty?   him?   raphael’s positive cove has got the wrong prince.      “   i-   sorry,   did you just call my face pretty?   ”      another huffy laugh,   this one tinged with heavy fluster.      “   that’s   …   a new one.   do you say this to everyone?   you seem well - versed in flattery,   ”      raphael grins,   eyes glinting with childish mirth.      “   but,   ah.   i’ve been well,   really,   just doing princely things.   overworking is   …   ”      part of the job,       is what he does not say but rather thinks.      “   don’t worry.   you said you don’t normally bump into others here?   i’ll be honest with you but-   i did get a bit lost.   i don’t come up to the surface as much as i used to.   ”

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❝ i'm flattered you remembered me from so long ago. things tend to get lost , especially amongst that school rivalry. ❞

cove's hand drums against his hip. oh this was delightful , of course , cove had minimal intentions ( and yet not none at all ) of leading the prince on. even with all the pretty words and the delicate , precise actions , cove knows when someone is unavailable to him. the effort it would take to surely and wholly seduce a crown prince ? it would be an interesting challenge , but there are fates cove isn't too keen to traverse. the wrath of a heartbroken prince is one of them.

❝ i suppose then , yes , i am fairly famous. no doubt for the wrong things in the eyes of mother and father. ❞ he giggles — a charming sound , like a sirens call. cove shakes his head , gloved fingers rise to brush that long elegant hair behind his eyes in one smooth movement.

❝ bold ? well , that depends on where you intend call me that. ❞ he throws subtlety out all together for the moment , his fingers brush against his lips , hiding the smile on his face as he giggles. there's a glint in the rich purple of his eyes.

❝ of course — im only joking. please , whatever name you think suits me best , dearest pearl. although ill warn you , i only get called coral when ive misbehaved. ❞ his smile is beaming. the petname comes naturally , cove says it as if it's the most natural things in the world. as if this wasn't the crown prince , of course , this lack of concern can work as a way to breakdown walls. before him , cove sees a young man you needs a break , who needs someone who's not going to have his status on their mind. funnily enough , he finds the crown prince's laugh endearing , which is odd , faking all your social interactions to better your image tends to make you switch off — cove finds that right now this isn't the case.

❝ azul always was the cutest little thing. he's grown up so fast. ❞ the fondness in his voice is genuine , cove loves his little brother. he barely registers the comment about his parents , but the smile on his face doesn't falter , not externally.

the fluster his compliments cause makes it hard not to burst out laughing. cove knows raphael isn't a fool , knows he's likely far smarter than him , and yet even he seems to be easy to manipulate. which is good for him , for the sake of a good time. gloved hands gently capture deep red locks , cove gazes down at them with practiced admiration but appears a little hurt at the suggestion when those eyes flicker up to the prince's face.

❝ no , no. flattery is hardly appropriate to use on one such as yourself. my apologies if that's how i across. i think you are extremely pretty , more beautiful than any jewel on land or in the vastness of the ocean, dearest pearl. ❞ he put his free hand against his chest for moment , fingertips thread through raphael's hair with practiced tenderness and he brushes the misplaced strands back over his shoulder. the petname comes again , bouncing off the tip of his tongue.

❝ i'm glad the pressure doesn't seem to be weighing you down so. you said you got lost , hm ? i am more than willing to help you find your way. ❞