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@kalu-luwa
my my, what’s this?
how very, very interesting.
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hello! i’m luwa, but please feel free to call me by any nickname of your choosing! it’s nice to meet you!
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carrd (editing, will contain blog rules later) link to my art rules!
that’s about it, i think. anyway, thank you for stopping by, enjoy your stay!
A little bit of Kirya~
HELP I KILLED LEONA KINGSCHOLAR IN A CHARACTER.AI CHAT ROOM
TO BE FAIR HE WAS BEING A LITTLE BITCH SO I KINDA HAD TO
LIKE VERY OUT OF CHARACTER
i’m so sorry bunnwich i killed your man with a gun ;;
JHEGHJWdk why was this the first thing I saw when I logged in
I WILL TRY AND SUMMARISE IT TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY AND SCREENSHOT THE ENDING HOL UP
ok so i went about this with my own self insert bc i was kinda tired and didn’t have enough energy to think like neph would
so for some odd reason leo was being a little shit and kept telling me i was beneath him
and since i used she/they pronouns for my character (mostly she/her), it kinda translated into him being misogynistic?
like….. are you telling me….. leona kingscholar of sunset savanna……. is a woman hater………..
in any case it devolved into me releasing all my trauma onto him in hopes the woman-respecting leo comes back (spoiler alert: he doesn’t)
so instead i
AND YES I BASICALLY WENT ‘PUSS IN BOOTS DEATH WOLF’ AND DID THAT AHAHA ;;
i’m so sorry again bunnwich ;;
i promise i didn’t mean to do it i just didn’t like this leona
he ain’t the real one imo >:((
hi hello might be on a short hiatus bc i needa get my shit together ;;
but thank you for sticking with me, everyone! i'll be back soon i promise :DDD
Jamil’s clubwear card looks so cool 😭…
new pfp time >:D finally made one i liked, this is my 2nd sona (well, first in terms of how long they've been around)
am rather proud of the hair and bandana shading
BRO WHAT IS THIS AI 😭😭😭😭😭
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.
reblog if its friday and you made it
bunny for year of the rabbit by 球球叶和粽粽子
that’s quitter’s talk
you have to crouch and then press a to do a backflip
use whirlwind sprint
climb on the desk and double jump from there
hookshot to the ceilight lamp then move the pad back and forth to swing
Hang onto the tiny ledge on either side and shimmy across.
Fuckin triangle jump
Wallrun and jump to it
There’s a secret vine on the outside of the building that connects to the window and you open from there
There’s defiantly a secret switch somewhere to allow you to cross. Go and break as many objects as possible until you find the button!!
you’re just not thinking with portals.
They intended to dummy it out, but you can still access it if you strafe into the corner at the right angle. Doing this will bypass 3 nights of your stay and glitch out your room service to read 244 pizzas (the pizzas are actually infinite-use, the counter will not decrease).
Just go outside and punch the ground a couple times. Go back inside and build a noob tower up to the sitting area, it can’t be higher than 3, 4 blocks.
jump and then hit control
paint the entire wall and then just swim in the ink
Get a rocket launcher and shoot your feet
Build a remote-controlled sentry gun, aim at your feet while crouched, then fire the SECOND button.
It’s for spiderman, when he visits on vacation.
Press the switch to activate the ring path, then light speed dash
Flash step to the area.
First you need to get the spider ball, then there’s a hidden morph ball power outlet behind the front desk that activates a spider ball track. You can reveal the outlet using the x-ray visor. Getting up there will earn you an extra energy tank.
Pull the lever, Kronk.
You jump, pop a grenade below your feet, the blast carries you over
if you press jump shift and crouch all at the same time it glitches you to be able to walk on the wall over to the area
drink a monster-redbull-energade drink concoction and yeet yourself up with pure willpower
You just have to nerdpole up dummie
Ladder.
OK here's a new icon game: would you trust your icon to interpret your character correctly if you were fictional?
just so you know, you have some followers who enjoy/write fanfiction. not saying their urls rn bc i don’t wanna air out dirty laundry in public but if you want them so you can block and report, just say the word and i’ll dm you a list
BRO?
So it’s not “gross and masturbatory” to “enjoy fantasizing about concepts and characters” if you’re writing original fiction? BRO.
I see Diana Gabaldon found Tumblr.
Anne Rice is back from the dead.
Words to strike fear in the heart.
< betrayer of the literary tradition
I just had like four separate flashbacks (I've been friends with @darthmelyanna since 2004, and two of the others since shortly after).
Desert Rain Frog // Ramalama Creatures
to the people that commissioned me all those months ago I want to apologise because of two reasons
1. mental health not good and everything was so overwhelming for me that I put my mind off literally anything resembling work including some commissions, yours included maybe (I’m extremely sorry about that ;;)
2. some asks have been deleted by accident, my laptop is also old as shite and I’m in the process of transitioning to an iPad, and/or I haven’t thought about it in a while so I forgot about them (I’m also very sorry about that ;;)
anyway this is no excuse I apologise sincerely for your commission never being realised I’ll open comms up sometime in the not-so-distant-future if and only when everything goes smoothly
Overblot Victims witnessing Yuu finally having enough of the overblots and stuff happening in the school that they basically scream into Crowley's face how sick and tired they are of seeing everyone, including themselves and the victims, suffer because of Crowley's irresponsibility.
These are so fun to write lol
It’s exhausting.
Surely, if Yuu had magic, they would have overblotted themselves. It’s cruel to say they wish they could, that all their pain could be condensed into a single little rock and thrown into the ocean or the gaping maw of their cat, and all their troubles and worries would disappear. But they were the magicless prefect, and the Perfect Scapegoat. Because without that physical manifestation of anger and pain and suffering, they would never be heard. Because without consequences, actions wouldn’t matter.
Like ink, these angers stain them. Like tar, they are dragged further by sticky, viscous threats. Like a black hole itself, they cannot escape, stretched impossibly thin where even their screams come out as a warbled, compliant, yes.
Dorm meetings are incredibly, irrevocably important to the health of the students, as it is how the principle makes decisions that would best suit the student body, so it must be no wonder that everyone has suffered. For a man who’s very office gives him a view of the entire school, his mask must function more as a blindfold.
For once, everyone is present for the dorm meetings. How this is possible? It’s because Yuu had to make sure everyone got their invites and arrived on time. The only one who physically and spiritually could NOT show, was Kalim, who was redoing an alchemy final he had failed. Therefore, Jamil would take his place.
So all the dorms are here, even Malleus who they had to remind constantly, and Leona, who they physically had to drag. Everyone is here except one bastard. One bird brained, cackling motherfucker, who had decided that Yuu had enough time on their hands to deal with this VERY IMPORTANT FACTOR OF HIS OWN JOB.
They wouldn’t handle this treatment anymore. They couldn’t. There was already so much on their plate. They needed to keep their HOUSE from collapsing, they needed to reshape their entire perspective on what was possible to pass the most basic of tests, they needed to babysit a rampant, selfish … thing, they needed to worry about whether they would even have enough thaumarks to even eat, and now?
Even if ink does not flood the room, or fire does not singe the ground, the dorm leaders can feel the air thicken, the very atmosphere sinking over them with unparalleled pressure. No one can speak, let alone breathe as Yuu’s fingers drum the hollow surface of the desk. Their anger rolls off them in thick, misty waves, and when they finally stand, all eyes turn to them. “I’ll go fetch Dire Crowley myself then.”
“Prefect, I’m sure we can start without-” Azul is the first to jump in. This isn’t the first time he’s bartered with someone, so hopefully he can de-escalate the citation, but his words are instantly shot down.
“I just wanna talk to em.” They grab a fountain pen off the desk, pricking their finger over the edge a few times. Malleus gulps.
“W-Why do you have that pen.” Jamil is the one to jump up, he knows when someone is about to do something that may or may not have horrible consequences, but he is definitely not going to jump in the way of the steel nub. This was a different citation than trying to reason with Kalim.
“I just wanna talk to em.” Yuu repeats, testing the swing of their pen before making a beeline to the door. Idia’s tablet flies out of the way with a squeal, but a few of the dorm members aren’t as cowardly.
“This is ridiculous-” Leona starts, rubbing his temples at the sheer insanity of it all.
“I just wanna talk to em.”
“Put that pen away!” Riddle has dealt with annoyances and threats and all sorts of stresses, but this isn’t one of those hollow, tasteless messages. He could understand the feeling, but really, what were they gonna do with the pen against the head of NRC? He worried more about Yuu doing something stupid than anything. “What is- wh-what are you doing?”
“I just wanna talk to em.” The door slams with a deafening blow that rattles the very floor they stood. In the silence left behind, the dorm members share a knowing, worried glance before scurrying after like rats.
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The french doors that block off Crowleys office are ornate, drenched in a dreamy purple and highlighted with seven golden starlike symbols, the door handles meet together in three circles, oddly reminiscent of a certain mouse in their mirror. One of the more impressive parts had to be the door knocker, which was entirely unnecessary seeing as it led to a single, empty room.
Most people disregard it, but this time, Yuu disregarded knocking at all because he lost the respect and the dignity that basic humans deserved.
Playing cards flew up like scattering crows, feet propped on the desk suddenly crossed neat and tidy on the ground. “Why if it isn’t the Prefect! I thought you would be hard at work collecting notes at the meeting!”
His laughter fell on deaf ears, crossing the needlessly large space to the other side of his desk. “Get out of that seat. Stand up. Stand the fuck up.”
“Y-yes? Is something the matter? I’m a bit busy at the moment-!” Playing solitaire, that is. Brandishing the sharp nib of the fountain pen was enough to get him out of the way. He certainly didn’t expect the Prefect to sit down and prop their own feet on the desk. “And just what are you doing!”
“I’m the fucking principal now. Get out of my office you useless sack of shit and feathers.” The pen broke down on the desk, embedding itself in the center of the mahogany surface. Even if the poor table couldn’t scream, Crowley would do the honors.
“That table is as old as the school! Crafted by the most talented of woodworkers! By the most grand and wise of trees!”
“Yea well now it’s my goddamn footrest. Are you deaf or just stupid? I’m the principal. Get out of my office. I’m gonna make this place as decrepit as the shitty ruins I live in.” Yuu leaned back, spinning in their seat to face the unkept image of the one and only, Dire Crowley.
“And just who made you principal? This is a direct violation of-”
“I got rid of that rule, then. And it was voted on at the Dorm meeting.” They spun again, picking up one of the cards still on the table. The Joker. How fitting.
“That couldn't have-”
“And how would you know?” Eying the yellow divots in his mask, Yuu didn’t bother to let him speak. “You weren’t there. You don’t listen to your students. You don’t care about their health or their mental wellbeing. You talk as if you are the kindest ever, yet the Blots that are supposed to be rare, happen every month. Every single month, and you know why? It’s your negligence, and your lack of teaching and your shitty, greedy ideals. You are the denominator!”
“Yuu! Just what is the meaning of this behavior! I will not tolerate-” He leaned over the seat, so close that the edge of his crow mask threatened to gouge a part of their face out.
“Tolerate? Oh, you wanna talk tolerating?!” They stood again, forcing the pen out from its upright position in the table to prod it against his chest, leaving black stains on his clothing. “Do you know what I have to deal with because of you?? Do you know what I lost and might never get back because of you?!? I can’t see my family anymore! I can’t see my friends anymore! They don’t even know if I’m okay or heck, even alive, and you in all your kindness, in all that slimy, filthy, fake gratuity, take advantage of it! You treat me like a servant, and then say that you are the one doing me a favor!”
The pen snaps, spilling ink down the front of his shirt.
“If you really want this place to improve, then you’ll get the fuck out of here. But I know you won’t. I know that you won’t leave until it’s beneficial for you. So you know what? I’m gonna overblot. I’m gonna destroy everything until there’s nothing but crumbs for you to pick at, because that might be the only way you’ll ever learn.” They drop the pen, smearing the leaking ink off their hand with the leather of his fancy chair. He can take everything done today as collateral damage.
The door opens, and there stands several dorm leaders, who awkwardly back away to let Yuu pass. It’s obvious they’ve followed the Prefect from the beginning, and heard everything, but there wasn’t exactly a moment that could burst in, or needed to for that fact.
Grim was right, Yuu goes for the jugular.
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