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Forgot to share this, but finished this Maki-piece just in time for Shoppu!
little idia shroud doodle i did, took an embarrassing amount of time. maybe an hour or two for such a simply doodle as this.
reblogs are appreciated but please do not reupload my work!
other idia head canons will be uploaded either this or next week. i also might post art of my oc in the later future if i feel like it.
I'm bored so I decided to reupload my art onto tumblr. Usually active on instagram with the same handle though.
jason todd doodle dump.... figuring out how to draw this guy
One Last Halloween With You
Summary: Skully J Graves commemorates time with you, desiring to spend time with you once more before he loses it all.
Genderneutral, no use of Y/N, can be seen as romantic or platonic, slightly bittersweet, spoilers for the nightmare before christmas event, 1200+ word.
The lanterns swayed gently in the wind, their candlelight washing the cobblestone streets in shades of gold and orange. The autumn wind carried the faint scent of smoke and caramel sweeping through, sweeping through the busy streets of Uzumimura (1) and beside you, Skully J Graves. His hands were behind his back, the faint glow of the lanterns tracing the edges of his sharp smile. He looked like he’d stepped straight out of an old memory, yet somehow unbearably distant.
You slowed your pace to match his, watching the way the festival lights reflected in his eyes. “You always know the best places to go,” you said.
He smiled faintly. “I grew up here after all.”
There was a strange softness in his voice, the kind that made you wonder just how many Halloween’s he’d seen pass through this little town. The crowd ahead was lively. Children chasing each other in costumes, merchants calling out over the chatter, and paperbats swaying from their strings above the rooftops.
Skully moved through it all with confidence, slipping between conversations and laughter like he belonged to every story being told that night. People greeted him with fond smiles and easy words. Returning every greeting with a wave, but each time he turned away, there was a brief flicker of stillness in his expression.
He stopped beneath one of the trees, the crimson leaves drifting down like sparks around him. For a moment, neither of you said anything. The quiet felt heavy, not uncomfortable in particular but rather- full of things unsaid.
Skully tilted his head back, staring up through the branches of the silver moon caught between them.
“You know,” he began softly, his voice nearly lost to the rustling leaves, “I’ve always loved Halloween. The scares, the tricks but..” He paused, his grind faltered. “... this year felt a lot more special.”
You turned toward him, searching his face. “Really? How?”
You felt like you already knew the answer but you wanted to hear from him.
He chuckled, but there wasn’t much joy in it. “Because I know it’s the last one- I mean, the last Halloween I’ll spend with you.”
Your breath was caught. The words felt like the chill of autumn itself, beautiful, but fleeting. Before you could say anything, the wind stirred again, and with it came the faint sound of busy laughter fading down the street, the festival beginning to thin, the night growing heavier. Skully’s eyes lingered on the flickering lanterns.
“Guess it’s almost time,” he murmured.
You took a step closer, “Time for what?”
His grin returned, but it trembled. “For my story to end, where yours keeps on going.”
Before you could respond, the air shimmered. Slowly unraveling color and sound. The streets of Uzumimura began to blur, lanterns stretching into ribbons of light, laughter dissolving into a hollow echo. You reached out instinctively, but your hand passed through the cool night air.
“Thank you,” he said. “For giving me one more Halloween worth remembering.”
Then he faded.
When you open your eyes, you appear in Foothill Town. A faint smell of burnt pumpkin candle wax lingered in the air, though no one could remember why.
Sebek blinked, looking around with mild confusion. “This is… Foothill Town?”
Jamil folded his arms, brows furrowed. “We were here for the used book market, weren’t we?”
Azul nodded slowly, “Yes, but… it feels like something else happened”
Jade’s usual calm expression flickered with uncertainty. “I remember laughter. Lanterns. Perhaps? But it’s vague- Like a dream.”
You hesitated, searching your own mind. “I felt like I did something- something important. But… I can’t remember what.”
The group exchanged uncertain glances, but the fog in your memories refused to clear. The fragments of warmth, of light, of a voice are all gone before you could grasp them.
“Well,” Leona sighed, straightening his collar, “Whatever it was, it’s over now. We should return to the campus.”
Everyone agreed. And so, together, you made your way back to Night Raven College, the sound of your footsteps echoing faintly against the stone path. When you reach the gate, you happen to cross with headmaster Crowley. His usual flair is on full display.
“Welcome back my dear students!” Crowley announced cheerfully, balancing something large and wrapped in cloth under his arm. “Why, all of you traveling together, how touching! Is it a miracle? I hope you guys enjoyed yourself well!”
The group groaned in unison. But your attention was caught on what he was carrying. “Headmaster,” you asked, “what’s that?”
He beamed. “Ah! I found this while cleaning out one of the storage rooms. A very old portrait- quite the rare treasure!”
He pulled away the cloth, revealing a canvas dulled with age. The paint was cracked, but the figure it depicted remained clear: a white-haired boy wearing some glasses and a grin that seemed alive.
“This,” Crowley declared proudly, “is Skully J Graves! A graduate of Night Raven College from several centuries ago! It’s said he was the one who transformed Halloween from a small town into a celebration known across Twisted Wonderland!”
He smiled, brushing the dust from the frame. “Some even call him the King of Halloween.
The others leaned in curiously, murmuring among themselves.
Something inside you twisted painfully. You didn’t even recognize the man. Not his name, not his face, but your heart gave a small inexplicable ache. You didn’t know why your eyes burned or why your throat felt tight.
You stared longer than the others.
His grin looked… kind. Familiar, somehow- but every time you tried to remember why, the thought slipped away like mist.
Grim tugged at your sleeve. “You okay? You look weird.”
You blinked and forced a small smile. “Yeah. Just- tired.”
You turn to leave, and the group follows, the sound of their voices fading down the corridor. Behind you, the portrait remained; a boy with pale hair and eyes full of mischief, captured forever in stillness. The sunlight fell across his face, soft and fleeting. And though you would never remember him, a tear slipped down your cheek without you knowing why.
Later that night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, that hollow ache in your chest lingered like a name you’d once whispered in another life. When you finally sleep, the wind carries the faintest echo of laughter. It was soft and distant, but it brushed against your dreams like a memory trying to reach you.
You didn’t stir.
Skully sat perched on a tree branch beneath a sky of drifting leaves, watching the world below. The laughter, the lanterns, and the students who had long forgotten his name. It was the same Halloween he once knew, only brighter, louder, alive without him.
“They’ve forgotten,” he said, his voice barely more than a breath. Then, softer, a faint smile surviving his lips, “... But they still miss me.”
The wind caught his words and carried them into the night. Silence followed. Gentle, endless. Only the faint scent of caramel and smoke lingered, clinging to the autumn hair like a memory that refused to die.
(1): Uzumimura is considered his home town I think? At least on the Twisted Wonderland Wiki / JP version it says. However it can also be considered Halloween Town I think. I’m not sure lol.
I kinda rushed it in the midst of it, trying to get this out on the day of Halloween stressed me out badly. As of right now, I am sick so I really had to push myself to do this. Currently this is the longest fanfic I ever did so I changed it into smaller text (I also like the presentation of it so I might keep it like this for future fanfiction.
The only inaccuracy is how the world fades instead of you hopping inside the tomb like the original but I think I did well enough with merging the new Skully card with the Nightmare Before Christmas event story. The last one is Malleus, after that, then this little Halloween October series will come to a close. anyways as you can tell im really really tired sorry for the imrpoper typing.
Your Pulse, My Curse, Our Forever.
Summary: A curse, a heartbeat, and the boy who wished he could hit reset. Only to learn some loops never end.
Warning: Book 6 spoilers, overblot, self-sacrifice, implied su1c1de
They say every curse demands a heartbeat.
Yours just happens to match his.
Idia Shroud had long since learned to live like a ghost. Breathing, but never living. Speaking, but never connecting. Ever since his brother’s death, the world had become something he only observed through a flickering screen. Safety was isolated. Distance was controlled. An absolute recluse who sought no interaction with others since then.
He told himself that his curse, his “gift” was the reason to stay away. It was safer for everyone if he remained alone in his room behind the blue glow of his monitors.
But then there was you.
You, who didn’t look at him with any contempt in your eyes.
You, who welcomed him in with a warm heart.
You, whose heartbeat somehow aligned with his; unwanted, undeserved, yet fated.
He never meant to drag you into his curse
He never meant to let it tie you so deeply to him that even the gods above couldn’t tell where he ended and you began.
To hell with the Shrouds, he thought.
To hell with this family of burdens and ghosts, with the chains disguised as blessings.
If he hadn’t been born with this cursed soul… Maybe- just maybe, this would’ve never happened.
Your body was still.
Unmoving.
Your pulse, a whisper.
Your skin pale, smeared with soot and blood, your uniform torn and stained beyond recognition.
He fell to his knees beside you, trembling hands reaching but never quite daring to touch. His flames dimmed, flickering violently as if even his own magic mourned you.
“This is my fault,” he whispered, voice cracking like static. “I told you to stay away. I told you- I-”
But you never listened. You never listened.
You stayed. You reached for him. You saved him from himself, even when it cost you your life.
And now, as the overblot consumed the world in black fire, Idia understood the cruel symmetry of it all.
Every curse demands a heartbeat. Yours had always been his.
He pressed his forehead to yours, tears burning trails down his face he whispered your name– again, and again, until it lost all meaning.
If this was what it took to be close to you…
Then let the curse take him, too.
Let the world end with your heart against his.
Yours, his– bound forever.
Hello! I wanted to do something different with my writing style. Also, was getting tired of writing other characters after yes, two fanfics. This didn't take too long as I anticipated, nor it is apart of the scenario series; but the 12AM inspiration made me make this. I need to stop pushing myself to do this even though I find a lot of fun, I keep saying "hi yall, sorry might be late with updates!!" But the moment it comes to Idia Shroud I'm writing as fast as I can- coming up with ideas on the spot.
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Misc. Headcanons: Idia Shroud
Guys senioritis is hitting and I'm avoiding to do work so enjoy some head canons for Idia Shroud. A lot of these are pretty self-indulgent but keep in mind this is all fun! + cat stickers made by takawoyu
Romance and crushing hcs will be posted later this month or next month.
Regarding my little October series, I fear I might have to cut some characters due to time constraints and physical concerns. Azul, Vil, and Kalim will be exempt from the scenario series; however, I plan to do hcs for them to try to make it up. Apologize once again.
101% runs Linux on his PC. More specifically, Arch Linux. Given the flexibility and freedom in the system to give him some control in his life with his uncontrollable fate.
Refuses to run Windows what-so-ever. Will DOG on it any time he gets a chance to.
DIE HARD FAN OF UMA MUSUME: PRETTY DERBY it's a game and related to RNG. Something he enjoys as the whole entire gameplay is luck-based (and decision-making, until Practice Poor and Night Owl comes in your career run constantly.) His favorites? Probably characters who play in the cool, calm collected type similar to the knightly trope he loves so much. I think Oguri Cap or Orverfe would be good contestants. (He'd like Mihono Bourbon due to her tech-like aesthetic and design too, maybe.) He'd also donate grass to the real life horses too, like some other fans.
Used to be a Genshin loyalist up until Natlan dropped and went back into playing Wuthering Waves since he thought Natlan was so dislikable. Never went back ever again. Now? He's an absolute Kurobot. Acknowledges it and shamelessly glazes the game to no end.
Would probably sue Genshin Impact for implementing Flins and flabbergasted when he was released. (However if he isn't a WuWa/PGR loyalist, would probably be super stoked) Possibly developed an inferiority complex over him too because he's super cool and aura farms. Idia however? Well. He finds cool sticks and swings them around. (Referring to Vargas Training Camp)
Had both an Undertale and Danganronpa phase and made fandom jokes left and right. However, unlike most players, he played both games. + He's still in the Touhou fandom. Owns an abundance of FUMOS.
Was a devoted Love Live fan up until its downfall. (RIP)
Not a fan of cozy games but Stardew Valley was the exception. What kept him in was the modding community and the opportunities, alongside flexibility with modding Stardew Valley.
Watches trash isekai all the time and reads manhwa regression slop. Talks about how bad it is > continues to watch > empty hole of nothingness when he's all caught up > cycle repeats.
Indie game lover and connoisseur! Browsed on Itch.io just to find underground and underappreciated games for hours.
Considering how he works a lot with technology and metal, I assume he's good at hands-on stuff. I mean, he DOES make his own PC's after all; tweaked and created a lot of electronic devices too.
Preferred Gundam over Transformers, Digimon over Pokemon (This controversy in 2025? I know, but Digimon: Story Time Stranger. Guys. Hear me out. Also, just don't like Game Freak so there's bias here.)
An All Hallows Eve With You
Summary: It’s the day before Halloween. The Savanaclaw dorm revels with laughter and firelight. Yet, a well-familiar beastman keeps to himself. You and Leona know each other well. It is up to you to perceive whether you are friends, dating, or something else.
The Savanaclaw dorm was louder than usual that night. The raucous laughter and the crackling of the bonfire outside echo faintly through the stone walls; celebration and mischief in the air.
But Leona’s room was like an island apart. Lit with a flicker of a single lantern. You find him laying on his bed, as always with his arm over his eyes; his tail flicking lazily. He doesn’t stir when you walk in.
“You’re skipping the festivities” You murmur, closing the door behind you.
“Tch. Don’t see the point of dressing up. Half of the school’s already jumpy around me as is.” He replied, voice muffled by his arm.
You smile softly, setting a small pumpkin shaped pastry on the table. A peace offering or maybe an excuse to be near him. He doesn’t look at it. You know he probably won’t eat it either. You sit beside him anyway.
Outside, someone howls, laughter or perhaps a ghostly echo. The silence between the two of you hums, alive and waiting. Until Leona shifts, lowering his arm, eyes half-lidded and impossible to read as the lantern glows.
“You don’t scare easily, huh?”
“Not really.” You replied.
“Guess that’s why you’re still here.”
You blink. He’s looking at you now. For once, there’s no teasing or edge in his tone; but a loneliness that sounds all too familiar.You could say something then. You could tell him what’s been weighing in your chest for months. That you wish he’d stop hiding behind that lazy drawl, the desire to see him let down his guard, or to remind him you care.
But you don’t. The words stick, swallowed by the soft crackle of smoke curling through the room. Instead, you lean back, and his tail brushes your wrist. Neither of you move away.
“You say that like you don’t want me around.”
“Didn’t say that.” His tone is flat, but the pause after it says more than he means to. The lantern crackles softly. The scent of smoke and dry grass hangs in the air.
“Do you ever think,” you murmur, “you make it too easy for people to leave?”
“... People leave no matter what you do.” He turned away, his voice quieter now with a tone that sounded like regret.
His eyelids lower again, and you watch as he drifts somewhere between waking and dreaming. The silence grows soft around you. You rest your hand lightly against his in a show of comfort. Surprisingly, he doesn’t pull away. But when you whisper his name, he pretends to not hear.
Later that night, when you finally doze beside him, Leona opens his eyes again. The lantern light trembles against his face, turning gold to ash. He watches you for a long while, the rise and fall of your chest, the faint smile still clinging to your life, before he lets his own expression soften. Just barely.
“...Happy Hallow’s Eve.” He whispered under his breath, too quiet for you to catch.
And then he closes his eyes, letting the words vanish with the candlelight, like every other feeling he’ll never say aloud.
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Hello everyone, this is part 2 of my little scenario October series. Leona is something I struggle a lot with writing (despite his similarities with Idia). So it took me a while, I attempted to show his issues by using subtext AKA his depression, self-esteem, loneliness, etc. However, I found it underwhelming in the end. Maybe it's my writer's block? I don't know, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless of my dissatisfaction.
Also, another update on my condition. It’s been worsting. I am unable to walk properly due to constant injury. I experience constant pain throughout my body. Updates may reflect my condition. So expect them to be a lot more slower, sorry.
Head Over Heels! Loser In Love!
Summary: After Idia had recoginized his feelings for you, Idia nervously invites you to test out a modded version of a game as an excuse to see you again. Yet through unspoken feelings, you two are still friends.
“Come over to Ignihyde.” Deleted. Too blunt.
“Hey, I need help with a game-mechanic.” Deleted. Lame excuse.
“Wanna test something on co-op?” He sends, before overthinking again.
When you reply, “I’ll be there in five minutes.” He almost threw his phone at the wall. Five minutes?! That’s not even enough time to hide his snack wrappers or clear the boxes of Precipice-Moirai merchandise inside the closet!
He sighed hopelessly, distressed by his situation. It wasn’t long ago that he realized his feelings for you, reminding himself to always keep a distance to himself. Yet, he’d find himself missing you for nights without end, keeping himself awake just by the thought of you.
He sat on the edge of his bed. “... What the hell am I gonna do?” He asked himself as he internally berates his own impulsivity.
By the time you knock, he opens his door, pretending as if he wasn’t just speed-cleaning his whole dorm. His closet is surrounded by boxes filled with different types of merchandise, his bed, unkept. And the floor was still littered with crumbs.
“...I hope I’m not early?” You replied. Promptly entering his room before Idia closes the door behind you.
“No. You’re exactly.. On time.” He before gesturing to his chair for you to sit in while he stands behind you.
Two monitors faintly glow blue, plastering a co-op lobby screen in front of you. You read the title, "StarCrossed Valley” A farming life simulation game that also works as a semi-dating sim.
You look at Idia’s direction, “... Isn’t this a single-player game?” You asked.
“Yeah, I modified it a little though. I- uh- modified it where you can co-op the story… It's totally experimental. Yeah, totally for research too.”
You smiled, “So, I’m your test player?”
He nods, his eyes darting towards you and the screen; like he’s too afraid to stare too long at neither. His heart beat grew louder by the minute to the point he could hear it himself. You were this man’s weakness point. A point so weak that it was dangerous for him to just be around you now. He felt like a lovesick loser in one of his dating games he often played.
A few minutes pass by, the room filled with a comfortable silence. The clacking of the keyboard with the murmurs of instructions as Idia goes over the modded version of the game; sitting down at the edge of his bed with his tablet in hand. Then, your in-game avatars meet together underneath the pixelated night sky.
‘There’s a new interaction event.” He looked in your direction, “You can either talk to your partner" he mumbles, “... or hold their hand.”
You glance at him, the faint blue light of the monitor hits his face. “Well, what happens if you pick it?” You asked quietly.
His hands hovered over his tablet, “Oh- I didn’t expect you’d ask that.” He sputtered.
“You didn’t?”
“No… Because I already know what I’d choose.”
You press your key as you can hear the faint tap of his finger pressing his tablet simultaneously. On screen, the two characters hands reach out, meeting each other beneath the stars.
The room is silent with the faint hum of the PC. He swallowed his tongue, “O-Oh uh, it works."
Smiling, you replied, "Yeah, it does!"
A small tinge of pink appeared at the ends of Idias hair, looking away bashfully with an overwhelming feeling of bewildering happiness stirred within him. The kind he’d only seen in stories and coded into video games. The kind he had never thought to experience before meeting you. Really, how will he handle these feelings with his newfound feelings?
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This is my first "x reader" fic. I ended it abruptly because I didn't know how else to end it. I apologize for my bad writing, I'm really bad at narrative pieces like these and more so used to the script-like writings. I attempted to capture his more shy side, trying to dismiss his feelings yet too powerful and overwhelming to contain so occasional slip ups are seen with him. And yes, StarCrossed Valley is just an off-brand of Stardew Valley. But I tweaked it a little in order to make this work. I didn't put too much thought into it and really just wanted to write about Idia Shroud. Also happy first post :), the cover is made by me. It took a while because I'm not the best at aesthetics.