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I write whatever I feel like whenever I feel like.
Requests are CLOSED, but they'll be open again eventually.
I call everyone "Mona", no matter the gender
I only write for female reader, that's non-negotiable. Other than that, you can request pretty much anything. If I don't want write it, I'll just answer the ask privately saying so. For more details, read this!
There might be NSFW, be warned. I take no responsibility for whatever you read in the internet. Of course, there'll be a warning and a tag.
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I do not want discourse, nor do I want you to upset yourself being here.
.｡*♡ﾟ a/n: this piece has been sitting on my drafts since 2023, tbh. Lots of things happened so i had never really had the chance to post it, but i vaguely remembered that it was inspired by a post talking about a "replaced Mc au" kind of situation. Either way, enjoy guys.
Night fell over the NRC, casting thick shadows across the campus. The prefect of Ramshackle, your expression tense and eyes filled with bitterness, marched through the empty school corridors. Beside you, Grim walked silently, his usual chatter absent, intensifying the atmosphere of betrayal that permeated the air, making even the trees shrink away.
Betrayal, indignation, anger. These feelings simmered in your chest as you dragged your small suitcase across the floor. The silence was deafening and the sound of your footsteps reverberated like a funeral march echoing off the stone walls. The few candles lit along the walls flickered, casting dancing shadows that seemed to whisper dark secrets, reminiscent of the hushed whispers and veiled laughter of your old friends.
You could almost feel their eyes following your movements, almost hear the discreet celebrations at your departure. You took a deep breath. They didn’t deserve your tears or your sadness.
They didn’t deserve anything you had given them. You wished you could have back the time you spent; you wanted a way to reclaim everything.
But it was impossible.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” Grim whispered as you turned down a dark corridor. With each step, you drew closer to the exit and a new beginning somewhere else.
You looked at the feline nestled in your arms, feeling a tightness in your heart. Grim would miss this place; you were sure of it. He would miss the ghosts, teasing Ace and Deuce, Trey’s cooking, the parties at Heartslabyul — the first place that welcomed you, the first to cast you aside.
You knew he would miss everyone, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
But he understood your decision and supported you. He had also helped you plan everything.
You looked at Grim with a mix of feelings, the weight of the situation reflected in his eyes. There was so much you wanted to scream, so much you needed to express but this wasn’t the time or place. The truth was, you didn’t want to leave for the same reasons as Grim, but you knew you had to. You deserved more than that treatment, more than to be discarded when a new toy came along.
And honestly, they could keep their new little toy, equally disposable.
“No, Grim, this place used to be our home. But they made a decision, and in doing so, we had to make ours,” You explained softly, trying not to sadden the feline further.
You set the suitcase down to scratch behind his ears and kiss his furry forehead. “I suppose we’ll get used to our new home. Besides, you can still become the Great Wizard Grim at Noble Bell, can’t you?”
Hope shone in Grim’s eyes, despite the sadness. And with one last look at the dark corridor, you picked up your suitcase again and moved forward, determined to find a place where you would truly be valued.
Grim’s ears perked up and he broke into a wide smile, convinced he could become the best wizard in the world, no matter what school he attended. The childlike sparkle in his eyes and the desire that surpassed recent rejection were things you wanted to protect.
The feline wagged his tail joyfully as you resumed your walk toward the magic mirror, your escape route. By morning, a letter addressed to Crowley would be found by your usurper. In it, you made it clear that he should not seek you out or allow others to do so, or you would expose everything he did and let happen at the school, dragging his name and that of Night Raven through the mud.
For too long, you had been like a shadow dragged everywhere, ignored. Now, if they dared to disturb you, they would be confronted by a powerful darkness. You knew their fears and most embarrassing secrets.
And you were not afraid of any of them. You had faced all the overblots, coordinated the attacks and strategies; you could already be considered a minor god.
The magic mirror gleamed before you, even in the dim light, bringing an end to a story that didn’t need to finish this way, closing a long chapter you hoped never to have to close. You touched the mirror, watching its surface twist and blur until the City of Flowers came into view.
Looking back one last time, you remembered the few good moments you had there: helping Trey in the kitchen, singing in the music club, playing pranks with the infamous duo ADeuce. A myriad of memories flew to your mind, but you forced yourself to forget them. You swallowed back tears and took a step forward.
They forgot me first, you thought.
A new student, in the same condition as you — magicless, with a familiar beast — gained everyone’s affection, leaving you alone again. If your friends chose this person over you, then you would choose others instead of them.
You crossed the mirror, disappearing as if you had never existed. The entrance hall of Noble Bell College stretched before you. It felt strange to be back after everything that had happened, but there was no other place that would accept you.
Grim knew that Noble Bell would be better for you both than the RSA. The gentle, generous treatment from the heroes would seem false to both of you, accustomed as you were to the rudeness and ulterior motives of the NRC students.
Grim was right. It made no sense to imagine how things would have been if you had gone to the heroes’ school. There was no reason to torment yourself with more “what ifs.”
The nighttime silence filled your thoughts as you climbed the stairs leading into the school, observing the shining, impeccably clean floor, illuminated by the moonlight. You felt exhausted, wishing only for a soft, comfortable bed. Plans had been made and broken countless times, promises had been shattered, and for three long months, you had been the target of jokes and cruel comments.
The fatigue was evident. The soft sound of crickets chirping was all your ears could pick up, drowning out the voice calling you and Grim muttering something.
Lost in your thoughts, you bumped into a chest, almost falling, if not for two quick hands steadying your torso. Your heart raced with surprise, the fatigue momentarily forgotten as you looked up, ready to apologize for the collision, but the sight before you made you forget what you wanted to say.
Rollo looked back at you, with the same expression of someone who hadn’t slept in days, but also with the welcoming warmth of a friend. You almost forgot what it felt like to receive such a gaze — so warm, kind.
For a second, you wanted to stay in his arms and share that warmth, but embarrassed, you pulled away with a shy laugh.
“I’ve been waiting for you!” He admitted, his voice resonating with a mix of melancholy and determination. The sound was just as you remembered, deep and full of emotion.
You smiled, though your eyes shone with contained sadness. Grim, in your arms, grumbled quietly, restless to get down and stretch his legs.
“Rollo,” you murmured, not quite sure what to say. So much had happened since you were last here; you had matured greatly through it all. Instead, you focused on him, his eyes, his shy smile.
You felt your lips curve too. “It’s good to see you again. How have you been these past few months?”
He hummed a soft tune, hiding his face behind his handkerchief. “I’ve been working on my, uh, issues. Magic is still something I find difficult to handle, but…”
Rollo seemed a bit lost, his eyes unfocused, as if a painful memory had surfaced in his mind. Without thinking, you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. The sudden gesture made him cough, trying to hide his embarrassment.
“I can see your fatigue. Shall we head on?” You suggested with a nod. Grim was already several steps ahead, exploring eagerly, and you watched him with a smile.
“I was surprised you decided to come back here,” He said softly. His thumb brushed against your hand.
Rollo looked at you, the sadness in his eyes softening a bit. “I knew you’d eventually return. I had to be here to find you.” His voice trembled slightly, but there was a firm determination in his words.
You paused for a moment, absorbing his words. The school, which once felt like a hostile and dark place, filled with a smoke scent and the terrifying sounds of screaming, now had an aura of familiarity, as if the echoes of the past mingled with the hope of an uncertain future.
“I was surprised too,” you confessed, your voice lower, almost a whisper. “But I needed time to reflect on everything… and on myself.”
Rollo squeezed your hand a little tighter, as if wanting to convey reassurance. “Sometimes, it’s necessary to get lost to find yourself.” His eyes sparkled, even under the moonlight, and you realized that despite all the pain and uncertainty, there was a thread of connection binding you, a silent understanding.
He spoke from experience.
Grim, who had been distracted until now, stopped and looked back, his expression curious. “Hey, you two, let’s go!” He shouted, a hint of impatience in his voice.
“Sorry, Grim! We’re coming!” you replied, letting go of Rollo’s hand, though hesitantly, as if saying goodbye to a warmth you wanted to hold onto longer. Together, you started walking down the corridors, where the moonlight cast dancing shadows on the walls.
The surroundings were familiar, but there was something different, a feeling of nostalgia mixed with a new beginning. The sky was tinged orange and pink from the sunset, casting long, soft shadows along the path.
“During these months, I reflected a lot on what happened,” Rollo confessed, his voice low and introspective. “There were moments I felt lost, but I knew I had to change. And now that you’re here, I feel there’s a chance for redemption, to move forward.”
You gently squeezed his hand, offering comfort and support. “We’re all trying to find our way. And maybe together, we can help each other heal and grow.”
Rollo smiled shyly, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “I would like that. A lot.”
The walk continued, each step feeling lighter than the last, as you made your way toward an uncertain but promising future. Grim raced ahead, his infectious energy, and you couldn’t help but feel optimistic.
After all, despite everything, you were together again, ready to face whatever came your way.
And you knew you wouldn’t be replaced, not this time.
Perhaps the only thing Rollo was right about all along was that wizards can be bad sometimes.
Yessssss, I love the somberness of this. How Yuu steps away, ready for a new beginning, how Rollo is ready to follow them, how Grim is determined to stick with his favorite human! I love it!
Recently I saw an user say they feel weird about the brazilian Ruggie headcanon because “poverty, thievery, and misery are often associated with Brazilians.” I've also seen non-brazilians hesitate to embrace this headcanon out of fear that it might come off as xenophobic or racist. So I wanted to give my perspective on the topic as a brazilian and why the BR!Ruggie hc means so much to us 🫶
If we were to assume that Ruggie is a shallow character whose only traits are “grew up in poverty, lives in a slum, and steals to get by,” and then directly link that to a nationality? Yeah, obviously that would be xenophobic. But that’s not what this HC is about. It’s about how he navigates life and survives despite a difficult background.
Reducing Ruggie to just a ''poor pickpocket” does a huge disservice to his character. He’s a hard worker, works in multiple jobs at once and is constantly adapting to survive. This is the reality for millions of brazilians (and many other latinos too)
GROWING UP POOR IS NOT SHAMEFUL. No one chooses poverty. People from underprivileged backgrounds often have no choice but to do what they must to survive. In a capitalist society being clever and even deceptive is often a survival skill. It's the PERSEVERANCE to succeed and the resilience it takes to fight for a dignified life that makes them admirable, not the methods they use.
If you live in any Latin American country, it’s nearly impossible not to know someone who lives a life similar to Ruggie’s (or to have lived it yourself) And again, it’s not just about being poor!! It's about having to be creative to make resources/food/items last as much as they can, about teaching yourself new skills (like learning a new language on your own without access to paid classes), about being quick-thinking and cunning so you don’t miss out on opportunities, about the shared warmth of community food, and about keeping your humor and playful spirit alive even when life is hard.
So when we say “Ruggie feels brazilian,” it’s not because of stereotypes even though we don't really feel offended with stereotypes most of the time tbh it's because he embodies a spirit we know so intimately, the hustle, the laughter through hardship, the cleverness born from necessity, and the hope for something better. It’s representation of a kind of resilience that deserves to be seen with pride, not shame.
*slides here after months of silence* guys, I had the craziest dream ever, I dreamt Kalim was in love with Yuu to the point he was being super protective, and then he crushed a guy's head against a tree with his bare hands for daring to try and hurt MC— like, just grabbed the guy (who might've been an assassin sent by his family?) with one hand and CRUSH and he was glaring and utterly pissed and saying that people seem to forget who he is, people seem to forget that he is the heir of his family and he didn't survive seventeen years by pure luck—
(I say, even though I'm the type of person who hates to share the kitchen while I'm in there)
(also, if I'm not mistaken, both Leech brothers work in the kitchen sometimes, so it's not only that local boy with a restaurant owning mom only knows how to make an omelette but also his two besties that might come from a mafia famiglia can cook better than him)
(I say, even though I'm the type of person who hates to share the kitchen while I'm in there)
(also, if I'm not mistaken, both Leech brothers work in the kitchen sometimes, so it's not only that local boy with a restaurant owning mom only knows how to make an omelette but also his two besties that might come from a mafia famiglia can cook better than him)
I did TWO 10 pulls and somehow I didn't even get Epel's event card, like??? The fuck, Disney??? I know y'all hate us but you used to at least pretend not to
Yuu: Malleus, have you ever been worried about being beheaded after your kingdom crumbles in the face of the righteous fury of the lower classes after they come together to rebel against the cruel system that keeps them miserable in favor of the rich leeches that are the nobles?
Why would you hide this in the tags? Everyone, including myself, has Yada-Yada'ed over the fact that Ruggie has the Twst-equivalent of Blood bending from ATLA.
Imagine they've never had a ruler be beheaded before so the confusion is doubled because WHAT it's happened on multiple occasions. Your world beheads rulers
Yuu: So, the people staged a rebellion, and called for the execution of the royals. To make the execution more humane than manual beheading, the guillotine was invented—though, fun fact: despite being the most known and iconic, the French guillotine wasn't the first mechanism created for decapitation, it is only the most effective—anyway, they killed the royals and their heads held triumphantly for the public to see–
The boys: Stop stop stop what–
Yuu:... I mean, I thought you guys knew how beheadings worked? With the Heart Queen and all... Though, I guess she was more a fan of manual beheading? *Gasp* Do you think she died beheaded? Like Robespierre, who was very enthusiastic about sending people to the guillotine, and then died by it?
Leona hates how the kings of his home haven't done the job of taking care of the less developed parts of the country, doing what he considers "wasting resources" on less important things and upholding traditions that clash with technological development, which he thinks could help better the kingdom.
He hates how they waste water on a fountain when people like Ruggie have so little to drink for instance. So he's not blind to the ploghts of his people, but he also is very guilty of being RichTM (expensive taste, having other people do things for him, extremely arrogant, etc) so even if he could remain headed for longer than, say, his brother, he's still getting the guillotine at the end unless Ruggie pulls all the stops to save him
Believe me, I tried to fix it, but somehow, Tumblr mobile hates me in particular... Thanks for telling me, anyway! Worst comes to worst, I'll delete it all and remake it from scratch.
from what i've heard (but havent tested bc i dont write) depending on what the issue is, like if ur on mobile but the links keep opening up your browser app
it's that using links made while using tumblr on desktop computer will make your links open like any other internet link. but links you made while using mobile will open up within mobile.
but if the links arent working AT ALL (like the url comes out weird and you get an error page) i have no idea how to fix that beyond double checking all the links go to the right page on your blog.
Believe me, I tried to fix it, but somehow, Tumblr mobile hates me in particular... Thanks for telling me, anyway! Worst comes to worst, I'll delete it all and remake it from scratch.
Yuu: Malleus, have you ever been worried about being beheaded after your kingdom crumbles in the face of the righteous fury of the lower classes after they come together to rebel against the cruel system that keeps them miserable in favor of the rich leeches that are the nobles?
Why would you hide this in the tags? Everyone, including myself, has Yada-Yada'ed over the fact that Ruggie has the Twst-equivalent of Blood bending from ATLA.
Imagine they've never had a ruler be beheaded before so the confusion is doubled because WHAT it's happened on multiple occasions. Your world beheads rulers
Yuu: So, the people staged a rebellion, and called for the execution of the royals. To make the execution more humane than manual beheading, the guillotine was invented—though, fun fact: despite being the most known and iconic, the French guillotine wasn't the first mechanism created for decapitation, it is only the most effective—anyway, they killed the royals and their heads held triumphantly for the public to see–
The boys: Stop stop stop what–
Yuu:... I mean, I thought you guys knew how beheadings worked? With the Heart Queen and all... Though, I guess she was more a fan of manual beheading? *Gasp* Do you think she died beheaded? Like Robespierre, who was very enthusiastic about sending people to the guillotine, and then died by it?
Leona hates how the kings of his home haven't done the job of taking care of the less developed parts of the country, doing what he considers "wasting resources" on less important things and upholding traditions that clash with technological development, which he thinks could help better the kingdom.
He hates how they waste water on a fountain when people like Ruggie have so little to drink for instance. So he's not blind to the ploghts of his people, but he also is very guilty of being RichTM (expensive taste, having other people do things for him, extremely arrogant, etc) so even if he could remain headed for longer than, say, his brother, he's still getting the guillotine at the end unless Ruggie pulls all the stops to save him
Yuu: Malleus, have you ever been worried about being beheaded after your kingdom crumbles in the face of the righteous fury of the lower classes after they come together to rebel against the cruel system that keeps them miserable in favor of the rich leeches that are the nobles?
Why would you hide this in the tags? Everyone, including myself, has Yada-Yada'ed over the fact that Ruggie has the Twst-equivalent of Blood bending from ATLA.
Imagine they've never had a ruler be beheaded before so the confusion is doubled because WHAT it's happened on multiple occasions. Your world beheads rulers
Yuu: So, the people staged a rebellion, and called for the execution of the royals. To make the execution more humane than manual beheading, the guillotine was invented—though, fun fact: despite being the most known and iconic, the French guillotine wasn't the first mechanism created for decapitation, it is only the most effective—anyway, they killed the royals and their heads held triumphantly for the public to see–
The boys: Stop stop stop what–
Yuu:... I mean, I thought you guys knew how beheadings worked? With the Heart Queen and all... Though, I guess she was more a fan of manual beheading? *Gasp* Do you think she died beheaded? Like Robespierre, who was very enthusiastic about sending people to the guillotine, and then died by it?
