Greetings, Shadow Pup. You have entered the Word Weaver's Void - the Domain of Broken Truth. I invite you to explore the selection of stories I have crafted during my time here, and I hope you find them interesting and entertaining. Remember, this void is a safe space, free from disrespect or judgment. However, I must remind you that there are certain things I cannot create.
| I WEAVE WORDS FOR:
Yandere (Romantic or Platonic)
Letters (Romantic or Platonic/Yandere or Not)
One-Shots
Scripts
Mini-Series (If something is requested enough)
| FANDOMS
DC
Marvel
Twisted Wonderland (Leona, Jamil, and Idia are my favorites, but I will write for others)
Naruto (Original/Shippuden/The Last)
Inuyasha
Greek Mythology
God of War
Resident Evil Village
Mortal Kombat 11
Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (Hircine is my Favorite)
Mass Effect [BEST GAME EVER!!]
Broken: Please keep in mind the following: I do not write about polyamorous relationships, as it's not my specialty. If you request a (Character x Reader x Character) scenario, I will only write it if one character is a romantic interest while the other is platonic. I will not depict two characters as being romantically involved with one reader. Additionally, I am not very skilled at writing angst; I find it challenging to do so. If there are negative elements in the story, I will strive to create a more positive ending. I hope this is alright with you.
NOTE: IF YOU WANT NSFW/SMUT/SPICY CONTENT, ASK FOR MASK; THEY ARE THE ONES WHO WRITE THAT KIND OF STUFF. PLACE '🎭' OR ASK "MISCHIEVOUS MASK" IN YOUR REQUEST, SO I CAN LET THEM KNOW.
🎭 Mischievous Mask: Hello, All - Mask is my name, and that's all you need to know. As Broken stated, I am the NSFW Writer; however, there are certain things I will not write:
I will NOT write content regarding Pedophilia
I will NOT write content regarding The 'R' Word (You Know Which One)
I will NOT write content regarding urination on another person. (Utter Disgusting)
I will NOT write content regarding Vore.
I will NOT write content regarding incest. (OF ANY KIND!!!)
🎭 Mischievous Mask: If you want to request something from me, please be respectful, and if you know a subject is too far, do NOT request it. Please, Shadow Pups.
| MY PERSONAL LINES
The Mighty Bear AU [God of War 4 - Ragnarök] [Co-Created by @nastyavolk-cp]
- Follow the tales of Bjorn the Great Bear & Renva the Wise Raven as they navigate their lives as deities of Asgard and The Children of Thor and Sif while avoiding the past chasing them.
The Hardship Goddess AU [Greek Mythology]
- The Goddess of Pestilence and Hardship separates her Divine Soul from her body and lives as a mortal; however, without her, the mortals do not experience hardships and can manage without praying to the Gods of Olympus, causing them to lose their power slowly.
Dakota Blake [OC] [MINI-SERIES] [PLANOTIC YANDERES]
- Daughter of Bruce Wayne, who refuses to take up the Wayne Legacy; Bruce and Damian attempt to force it upon her.
The Young Lords AU [Residet Evil Village] [CO-CREATED BY @snowflakestree]
- Follow the Children of the Lords: Eliza Dimitrescu, Diedre Beneviento, Sebastian Moreau, and Kaleb Heisenberg as they protect the legacy of their parents by slaughtering those who speak against them in secret.
Summary: You have boys who are friends, but what is a boyfriend?
‼CRITICAL NOTE‼: This One-Shot is based on an Ask belonging to @a-998h. I repeat! This One-Shot is based on an Ask belonging to @a-998h. Please, give them proper thanks for giving me the inspiration and permission to create it. Now, let the words weave together!!!
Heartslabyul: Little Card Soldier - 👑♥️♣️♦️♠️
"Do you have a boyfriend?", asked the Heartslabyul Student who was tasked with bringing you tea during the Unbirthday Party. Before you could open your mouth to speak, there were several bursts of laughter from Ace, Deuce, and Cater while Trey was "holding in" his laughter, while Riddle was gripping the handle of his teacup with such a grip that it would have snapped in half if he hadn't placed it down to take the napkin beside him to wipe his mouth.
The first one to speak was Cater, who was able to catch his breath first.
"Sorry for laughing like that, but that was the best joke that Cay-Cay's heard all week! Thanks for the laugh, but Cay-Cay wants to know something." Cater smiled at the Heartslabyul Student, the hidden malice laced with each of his words, "Why would you ask the Little Card Soldier if they have a boyfriend?"
Trey smiled as well, leaning forward to hear this explanation, "I would like to know that too. After all, that's a strange question to ask them."
"W-Well..", the Heartslabyul Student started stuttering while trying to find the right words to keep himself from being beheaded, "It's just that The Prefect is so popular, so I thought that maybe they had someone special in their life, ya know?"
"Yeah, the Prefect is really popular." Deuce smiled, "Everyone is always wanting to take up their time, but they just need to understand that the Prefect has more than enough people in their life; they don't need someone like a boyfriend."
"Yeah," Ace finished, "The Prefect has more than enough people, like Juice and me; we're the first friends they ever had."
"It's Deuce, not Juice!" Deuce glared at him.
"Now that you have your answer," Riddle started before glaring at the student, "I'd highly suggest you leave our sight, or it's off with your head."
The student didn't even say anything, just bowed his head and ran off before the Housewarden decided to collar him.
"Um..." The prefect started before looking at their friends, "I do have a boyfriend. Well, I did...but he's in the other world."
"No. No, Little Card, you're mistaken." Trey waved his hand dismissively, "You had a friend who happened to be a boy."
"Indeed. The word "Boyfriend" does not apply to you, nor will it ever." Riddle said while sipping his tea, "Besides, this boy is in the other world, correct? Just forget about him."
"But-" the Prefect tried to speak.
"Don't worry about it, Little Hedgehog." Trey said while placing another tart in front of them, "Just enjoy your tart, I made them special for you."
Savanaclaw: Little Cub - 🦁🐺🍩
"Oi, Cub," One of the Savanaclaw called as he took on the sidelines during Spelldrive Practice, while you sat in the bleachers; you were there for Donut Day with Ruggie. "You sometimes talk about your old world. Do you actually have anyone back there waiting for you?"
"Hm." You thought for a while before speaking, while looking up from your phone, which was in your hand, "Aside from my parents and friends, I have my boyfriend, but I don't know if he's gonna still be there when I get back home."
"Shishishishi~. That's a good one, Yuu! I needed a good laugh." Ruggie appeared on his broom in his MagiCam Gear.
"Huh? Did I say something funny?" You asked the Laughing Hyena (See what I did there?) with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah! It was the best joke ever! You could be a comedian in the Mostro Lounge! You'd make a killing!" Ruggie continued to laugh while you looked at him with even more confusion than before.
"What's with all that laughing, Ruggie?" Leona questioned as he walked over once practice came to a close.
"Shishishishi~ You just missed the best joke around, Leona-san. One of the other players asked Yuu if they had someone waiting back in the other world, and they said that they had a "Boyfriend"! AHAHAHAHAHA! That's the best joke I've heard all week!"
Leona raised an eyebrow, "The Little Cub having a boyfriend? Yeah, that's a good joke, but I heard some funnier."
"Wha-? I wasn't joking. I have a boyfriend back on Earth." You tried to say, but Ruggie just laughed harder, and Leona just looked unbothered by what you were saying.
"That's even funnier the second time! My ribs hurt!" Ruggie laughed out before falling to the ground.
"Look, Cub. I think you're just merging names. You had a Friend who was a Boy, but you've never had a boyfriend; you're a cub, not a lion/lioness." Leona said.
"But-" You tried to speak again, but Jack ran up.
"Cub, Professor Crewel is looking for you; something about your weekly allowance," Jack said while rubbing the back of his head, "But I couldn't hear the rest of what he was talking about."
"Right. Thanks, Jack." You said as you stood up, helped Ruggie off the ground, and headed for the mirror. Once you were gone, a deadly silence took over the dusty Spelldrive Field.
"Did you manage to snatch it?" Leona asked while turning his gaze to Ruggie.
"Right here, Leona-san." Ruggie smirked as he held up Yuu's Cellphone in his hand. He'd swiped it when Yuu helped him off the ground.
"Good." Leona turned his gaze to Jack, "Be a good boy and send a message to that Radish Sprout over in Ignihyde. See if he can get rid of any traces of a male trying to move in on the cub. Just be quick about it; it won't be long until they realize their phone is gone." Leona ordered while handing Jack the phone.
Jack took the device into his hand, "Yes, Leona-senpai." With that, Jack turned on his heel and ran off towards the mirror when the scent of the prefect started fading from the wind, showing they were a distance away.
"You have to admit, it was a good joke, Leona-san." Ruggie said while smirking at his Housewarden, who just turned on his heel and walked off.
"Jokes are funny, and I don't joke when it comes to the cub; they're going to stay a cub, I don't need any males sniffing around them," Leona said with a dangerous glint in his emerald eyes.
Octavinelle: Octopi - 🐙🏀🍄
It was break time in the Mostro Lounge; the Lunch Rush Had just come to an end, and Jade informed you that it was time for your 30-minute lunch break. While placing your order with the cashier, he smiled at you.
"Thanks for working here, Yuu-san; it's always more enjoyable when you come here. Say, do you have a boyfriend? If not, I'd love to have a chance with you." He smiled.
You opened your mouth to speak, but the words died in your throat when a towering shadow appeared over you and the cashier. You turned to see Floyd & Jade standing there with their signature smiles on their faces.
"Hello, Yuu-san. Sorry to disrupt your conversation, but Azul wanted to see you in his office. There's something he wants to talk about during your Lunch Break." Jade smiled.
"Oh. Thanks, Jade." You thanked him, "I just need to wait on my food."
"Don't worry about it, Shrimpy; I'll bring your food to you once it's done." Floyd smiled.
You thanked the twins before heading to the VIP Room to speak to Azul, while the twins glared at the Cashier who was in fear for his life.
In the dimly lit VIP Room, you lounged comfortably on the plush, crimson sofa, the rich aroma of a freshly made chicken sandwich filling the air. The sandwich, piled high with crispy lettuce and tangy sauce, was a tempting distraction as you took a moment to savor each bite. Across from you, Azul leaned in, his bright blue hair catching the low light, as he animatedly discussed the Promotion Idea you had pitched for the upcoming Anniversary Week. His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he detailed the potential themes and partnerships he envisioned.
Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted slightly as Floyd, lounging lazily in a nearby chair, decided to chime in. His ever-present mischievous grin hinted at a teasing remark, and you could sense a playful energy bubbling beneath the surface. His voice cut through Azul’s explanation, bringing a new dynamic to the conversation as he playfully poked fun at the grand plans being laid out, adding an air of lighthearted banter to the serious discussion.
"Oh, 'Zul. I almost forgot to tell you." Floyd started. "One of the Guppies had to leave early."
"Oh? And why is that?" Azul questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"He had a minor injury, and we couldn't allow him to continue working with an injury." Jade explained.
Azul, once again, raised his eyebrow higher than before. Jade gave him a head nod to give him quiet confirmation: One Guppy tried making a move on the Little Octopi, so the Eels had to deal with him.
During a study session at Scarabia Dorm, the air was thick with the combination of focused energy and the fragrant scent of ink and parchment. Sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the room and illuminating the scattered books and notes spread across the polished wooden tables. You were immersed in your studies, your brow furrowed in concentration, when a fellow Scarabian student caught your attention. His dark eyes sparkled with admiration as he leaned closer, clearly impressed by your intellect. “You’re really smart,” he remarked, his voice edging on awe. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
The question hung in the air, caught between curiosity and an unexpected intimacy. Just as you opened your mouth to respond, the atmosphere shifted dramatically with the arrival of Jamil Viper, the Vice Warden. He entered with an air of authority, a kettle in his hands that seemed to add a touch of elegance to his commanding presence. The rich aroma of your favorite tea wafted through the room as he gracefully poured it into your waiting cup, steam curling up like tendrils of warmth around you.
“Hope you’re doing okay,” Jamil said softly, his voice a soothing contrast to the earlier tension. There was a genuine note of concern in his tone as he observed the slight weariness etched on your face, testament to the long hours of study you had committed.
“I’m fine, really,” you replied, trying to brush off his concern, but the fatigue in your eyes betrayed you.
Jamil frowned slightly, not convinced. “You don’t look fine. You look like you haven't slept in days. Just remember, it’s okay to take a break.”
Before you could respond, he turned his attention to the Scarabia student who had dared to bring up the personal topic. “Listen, if you have something to say, say it directly. Don’t hide behind veiled questions,” Jamil said, his tone now sharp and unyielding.
The Scarabia student shifted uncomfortably under Jamil’s piercing gaze. “I was just curious… about their progress,” he stammered, looking down.
Jamil stepped closer, a fierce protectiveness emanating from him. “Curiosity is one thing, but prying into someone’s personal challenges isn’t welcome. Capisce?”
“Okay, okay. I didn't mean to pry,” the student replied, raising his hands defensively.
Taking a breath, Jamil softened slightly as he turned back to you. “Ignore him. You’re doing great, and I’ll help you with whatever you need. Just promise me you’ll take care of yourself, alright?”
A small smile broke through your weariness. “Thanks, Jamil. It means a lot to know you’re in my corner.”
“Always,” he replied, his expression brightening. “Now, let’s get you some coffee. It’s time for a break.”
The poor student recoiled under Jamil's penetrating gaze, stammering his words as he shuffled back in apparent fear for his life. Mortification and fright played across his features as he realized just how deeply he had stumbled into dangerous territory by prying into your private life.
Before the tension could stretch any further, a sudden burst of energy erupted into the room. Grim, your fluffy companion, dashed toward you, his dark gray fur a streak against the muted backdrop of the dorm. “You gotta protect me from Kalim!” he shouted, his voice a mix of urgency and exasperation. The frantic look in his eyes made it clear that he was in real distress.
“Kalim, again?” you replied, trying to suppress a smile. “What has he done this time?”
“Look at me!” Grim gestured wildly with his tiny paws. “I’m stuffed! I can’t take another cracker! He thinks I’m some kind of snack machine!”
Just then, Kalim burst into the room, a huge grin plastered on his face, and a box overflowing with crackers in his hands. “Grim! I brought you more! You can't get enough of these, can you?”
“Enough?!” Grim squeaked incredulously, puffing up his fur. “I’m about to explode! Do I look like I’m craving a five-course meal over here?”
Kalim chuckled, unfazed. “But they’re nutritious! And I have a whole new flavor for you to try—cheddar cheese!”
Grim theatrically rolled his eyes. “Cheddar cheese? More like cheddar torture! Just because you can eat them doesn't mean I can keep up with your cracker buffet!”
“Kalim, can you dial it back a bit?” you interjected, trying to mediate the escalating situation. “Maybe give Grim a break?”
Kalim scratched his head, looking apologetic. “Oh, I didn't mean to overwhelm him! But he looks so happy when he’s munching away… I thought he’d love it!”
“Happy?” Grim frowned, crossing his little arms. “I was happy until you turned me into a walking snack platter!”
Kalim’s face lit up with realization. “Okay, how about we compromise? Just one cracker for now, and then we can play a game together?”
Grim’s ears perked up slightly at the mention of a game. “Alright, but if there’s more cracker madness after that, I’m hiding in the closet!”
“Deal!” Kalim laughed, grabbing a single cracker and extending it to Grim. “One cracker and then it’s game time! How does that sound?”
“Fine,” Grim sighed, but couldn’t hide the faint twinge of excitement. “Just remember, my patience has limits!”
The room erupted into laughter at the absurdity of the situation, the earlier seriousness melting away, replaced by the warmth of camaraderie and shared amusement. With the kettle still steaming, your cup full, and the sounds of your friends’ laughter ringing in your ears, the stress of study seemed to dissipate, leaving only the comforting bonds of friendship in its wake, completely unaware of the protective glare of the Serpent of Scarabia watching over you.
Pomefiore: Spudling - 👑🏹🍎
The elegant music floated through the air, weaving a soft ambiance as the gentle clinking of fine china resonated with the delicate sounds of tea being poured. Casual tea time at Pomefiore was a delightful affair, shared among the members of the Pomefiore Group. You sat comfortably, the aroma of freshly brewed tea permeating the air, while Grim, having indulged in an array of delicious treats, had succumbed to a peaceful slumber beside you.
As you scrolled through your phone, enjoying the moment of tranquility, you felt the light touch of Epel Felmier’s hand on your shoulder. His curious green eyes sparkled with mischief and intrigue. “What are you looking at?” he asked, peering over your shoulder with a hint of excitement.
Without hesitation, you turned your screen towards him, revealing several pictures of yourself back on Earth, with your boyfriend’s arm draped playfully around your shoulder, both of you smiling brightly. “Just some memories from back home,” you said, smiling as you reminisced.
Epel's eyes widened in "surprise". “Wow! He looks really nice! How long have you two been together?”
You chuckled softly, feeling a twinge of nostalgia. “Two years now, but it feels like ages. I miss him a lot.”
At that moment, Vil Schoenheit, the epitome of elegance, briefly glanced up from his teacup, brows furrowing slightly. “You do realize,” he interjected with a graceful yet commanding tone, “you do not have a boyfriend, not in Wonderland, which is your home now.”
You blinked, somewhat taken aback by his assertion. “But Vil,” you began, your words stumbling over each other, “he’s back on Earth. I thought—”
“Forget him,” Vil interrupted, his voice smooth yet unyielding. “That… parasite should not wilt my ‘Blooming Spudling.’”
“What do you mean, ‘forget him’?” you pressed gently, a frown forming on your lips. “He means a lot to me.”
Vil raised a hand, silencing you effortlessly, his expression unwavering. “Trust in me as your gardener,” he instructed, his demeanor firm but not unkind. “I know what is best for your growth here. You should focus on blooming stronger, untainted by distractions.”
Rook Hunt, standing silently next to Vil, wore an unreadable expression, yet a glimmer of admiration danced in his eyes. “Ah, but a true bloom thrives in the sunlight of genuine affection, n’est-ce pas?” he remarked, a playful smile touching his lips. “One must appreciate the roots before they flourish.”
You caught Rook’s gaze, the mischief in his eyes making you hesitate, unsure whether to feel comforted or frustrated. “It’s not about forgetting,” you murmured, feeling a lump forming in your throat. “It’s about accepting both worlds, isn’t it?”
Vil softened just a fraction at your sincerity, though he remained resolute. “Accepting is part of growth,” he replied, his voice gentler now. “But your heart must choose where it wants to bloom. Let it not be clouded by those who cannot nourish it.”
Ignihyde: Novice - 🎮🤖
It was another lively gaming night in Ignihyde, and you found yourself nestled comfortably on the worn-out couch in the Shroud Brothers' room, surrounded by snacks and the thrilling ambiance of gaming energy. Idia and Ortho were gearing up for the weekly Gaming Raid that everyone anticipated on Saturday evenings. The atmosphere hummed with excitement as the brothers strategized over their controllers.
“Have you guys heard about the new game that just dropped?” Idia asked, his fingers hovering over the game library. “I heard it’s supposed to be absolutely insane.”
Ortho, who was intently watching his brother, suddenly noticed you absorbed in your phone. “Hey, what’s got you so interested?” he inquired, tilting his head slightly, his mechanical eyes sparkling with curiosity.
You smiled softly as you looked up. “Just going through some pictures from when I was with my boyfriend before… well, you know, the Dark Carriage took me to Wonderland.”
The moment the word "boyfriend" slipped from your lips, Idia's eyes widened in shock. He nearly fumbled his controller, nearly dropping it on the floor. “Wait, wait, wait! Boyfriend?!” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of disbelief and panic. “No way! Your Romance Route is totally OP! It’s locked and unaccessible for anyone now!”
“Idia, calm down!” you laughed, shaking your head at his over-the-top reaction. “Just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t mean my life is over here.”
“No, you don’t understand!” he declared, flailing his arms dramatically. “You’re in a different world now! You should really focus on our raid! This is serious business! You can't be thinking about some guy from Earth when you’re here!”
“Why not?” you countered, rolling your eyes playfully. “Just because we’re in this crazy place doesn’t mean I can’t have… feelings. It’s not like I’m trying to log off my emotions!”
Meanwhile, Ortho, who had quietly been absorbing the conversation, was surprisingly focused on your phone’s screen. “Um, excuse me, but I think I can help with that!” he chirped, his voice brightening. Without missing a beat, he began typing into his handheld device. “I can just… eliminate any distracting data. Resources rebooted!”
“What are you doing, Ortho?” you asked, glancing over, a knot forming in your stomach.
“Just making sure you stay focused on the gaming raid!” he said cheerfully, not entirely understanding the implications of what he was doing. “For maximum efficiency!”
“Ortho, wait! Don’t mess with my phone!” you yelled, but it was too late. The young robot had already breached your security settings, siphoning away any photos or messages you had saved, leaving behind only a husk of what was once there.
Idia, oblivious to his brother’s actions, was still pacing back and forth. “You’re going to get distracted! We need you in peak condition for this raid! No romance distractions! Trust me!”
You sighed, a mixture of annoyance and amusement sweeping over you. “Is that your definition of friendship? Remove all my emotional ties to Earth just because they might be a distraction?”
“Pretty much!” Idia declared, crossing his arms defiantly.
“Great friend you are…” You muttered under your breath, but a small smile crept onto your face. Maybe tonight would turn out to be less about your boyfriend and more about fighting digital monsters with your stubbornly protective, but well-meaning friends in Ignihyde. Good thing you had back-ups.
Diasomnia: Hatchling - 🐉🦇⚔️💤
The night was calm in Diasomnia's Kitchen, the soft hum of the oven mixing with the comforting silence of the room. You stood at the marble countertop, a well-worn recipe for Deep Dish Pizza glowing on your phone screen. It was a cherished find, saved from an old SD card that you had miraculously transferred to your new device. It felt like a piece of home, a nostalgic reminder of simpler times. As you measured out the flour and kneaded the dough, your excitement bubbled up at the thought of making three Meat-Lovers Deep Dish Pizzas, each layered generously with pepperoni, sausage, and gooey cheese.
Once the pizzas were safely in the oven, you set the timer to ensure they didn’t burn, the familiar beeping sound reassuring you that everything was on track. Sighing contentedly, you moved to the lounge chair nearby, sinking into its plush cushions. You began scrolling through your phone, flicking through photos that brought a smile to your face—warm memories of laughter and adventures with your boyfriend back on Earth.
Just as you were caught up in one particular picture of the two of you on the beach, Malleus, intrigued by the brightness of your smile, leaned casually against the doorframe. “What is it that has captured your attention so thoroughly?” His voice was smooth yet curious, drawing you out of your reverie.
“Oh, just some photos with my boyfriend,” you replied, your heart fluttering a little as you spoke. You glanced up at him, expecting an indifferent response, but Malleus’s expression shifted slightly, a shadow flickering across his face.
“What does ‘boyfriend’ mean?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, genuinely curious.
Before you could respond, Lilia pranced over, a knowing grin spreading across his face. “Ah, let me explain! A 'boyfriend' is someone with whom you share a romantic connection, a companion of sorts,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. But then he turned serious, his grin faltering just a little. “Though, I must say, it’s a bit alarming to think that my Little Bat has entrapped a human in such a relationship. Where is the protection from scorn?”
Malleus frowned deeply, his emerald eyes narrowing slightly. “Your romantic interest must be undeserving,” he declared with a firmness that left little room for argument. “You are merely a hatchling in my eyes—too young to indulge in such… distractions. This ‘boyfriend’ is a fragment of an old life, a memory best left behind.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, initially thinking he was joking. “Come on, Malleus! It’s not like that. He’s important to me. I wouldn’t want to forget him.”
But to your surprise, Sebek bounded into the kitchen, overhearing the conversation and quickly chiming in, “Exactly! What kind of nonsense is this, Prefect? You’re far too young to be holding onto human affections. Focus on your studies and responsibilities instead!”
Silver, still groggy from his recent nap, merely nodded along with a sleepy agreement. "Yeah, uh… it’s best not to mix worlds too much. It could get complicated,” he mumbled, stifling a yawn.
The room buzzed with their protective enthusiasm, the guys’ earnestness melting into genuine concern. You listened to them go on about how they believed your boyfriend was a distraction from your duties until the soft beep of the timer pulled your attention.
“Guys, the pizza!” you exclaimed, jumping up with a sense of excitement that cut through their chatter. You made your way to the oven, opening it to reveal the bubbling, golden crusts of your hard work. The delicious aroma filled the air, momentarily silencing the group as they leaned in closer, captivated by the sight.
“Well, I suppose even these humans have their merits,” Malleus conceded, though you could still see a flicker of protectiveness in his gaze. “But just remember—your time here is of the utmost importance. We are your new family now.”
With a grin, you waved him off as you pulled the pizzas from the oven. “I promise, I’m not forgetting anyone. But I still can enjoy my pizza, right?”
As you cut into the first pizza, the melted cheese stretching beautifully, their earlier concerns faded into laughter, the warm camaraderie of friendship enveloping you as the kitchen filled with cheerful banter and the delightful sound of slicing pizza.
I’m glad you are able to work more, but please make sure that you stay hydrated, that you eat something anything really as long as you eat, and get proper sleep at night. Both of you.
🎭(Mischievous Mask), floating around: Roger that, Shadow Pup! Hahahahaha~
🐺(Broken Truth), chasing Mischievous Mask with a scythe: GET BACK HERE, YOU SHADOW QUILL STEALING RAT!
Hello, if I may ask, when is the next part of “Blot-mates” series? Really enjoyed reading this work!
🐺(Broken Truth): Heya! I'm glad you like Blot-Mates, and thanks for reminding me to get back on that. I've got a lot on my mind, but when it cools down for me, I'll handle weaving those words.
🐺(Broken Truth): I've been doing okay. I've been working a lot more hours, which I'm grateful for; I've just been rather busy, but once things cool down for me, I'll get right back to weaving my words.
🎭(Mischievous Mask), floating around: And I'll be right back to the mischief~ Hehehehehe~
Hey @ryu-things, you have no idea how long I've been pushing this ask back and procrastinating. I was trying to avoid it until I got done with all of the unfinished single-character asks that I have backed up, but I suddenly stumbled upon a really good song that I could use for the lyric quote. So here I am, suffering once again. (post note: somehow Lilia transitioned into Sebek 1/3 of the way through, so I'll do a part three of the first years and add Lilia there.) The lyrics quoted in this one are from the song “Cautionary Tales” by Jon Bellion. —Benny🐰
♠️ Trey has been the target of many flirtatious comments already, so you'd think he wouldn't be too flustered, right? The suggestive remarks and sexy smirks would simply roll off of him, like water off a duck's back. Except… He didn't think that [Name] would corner him up against a wall in the kitchen and whisper so close to his ear that he could feel the dampness of the world-hopper's breath. Trey didn't expect just how large the foreign king's hands would be as they engulfed his waist. The Vice Dorm Head didn't take into account that [Name] would treat him with such respect yet be so blunt with his desire. By the Seven, is this even legal?
♠️ Considering that the Queen of Hearts was well… the Queen of Hearts, Trey isn't too surprised at [Name] being the king of an entire country back in his old world. Although the bespectacled man didn't believe him at first since he's a naturally skeptical person, the man did come from another world. Not only that, but the foreigner gives off the air of a natural-born leader who has experience with being in a significant position of power. Trey will ask [Name] if he can spare some advice to Riddle about being an important public figure who holds power over others. He trusts his childhood friend, of course, but the clover-haired man can't help but feel that the redhead could still use the help.
♠️ This bespectacled man is about to lose his marbles if he receives one more ridiculously expensive ingredient from that hard-headed king! This has to stop; Trey is really starting to feel bad. How is he supposed to give [Name] gifts that are of equal value if the guy is buying shit that costs upward of one hundred thousand madol!? His family owns a local bakery for Seven's sake, not an international catering company! Not that Trey doesn't appreciate the foie gras, gold leaf, and fresh morels; he does, but he wishes [Name] would give him something less expensive and more personal. He also wishes that the world-hopper would stop spending such ridiculous amounts of money on the most unimportant shit.
♠️ Now, Trey is certainly not a jewelry connoisseur, however, he is absolutely certain that he's seen jewelry of a similar style to [Name]’s draping off of Kalim and even Jamil on certain occasions. They are quite lovely things aren't they, though, the six-pointed stars that were engraved into a few of them were telling enough of their true origin. Apparently, [Name] had gotten them from a structure called a dungeon; what the otherworldly man described as a giant spire that erupts from beneath the sands of the vast and vacant desert at the command of a magi. Whatever a magi is supposed to be… The Sindrian king even offered to make Trey one of his household vessels! Even if the bespectacled man still has no clue what that's supposed to mean…
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“N‐now listen, you! This is a kitchen. It's meant for kitchen-related activities and not… n‐not this. You'll dirty the counters if you keep this up. H‐hey! Don't give me such a look!”
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🍩 Its safe to say that Ruggie was very caught off guard when he was on the receiving end of someone's flirting. He's sure that he's not exactly anybody's first choice when it comes to a romantic partner, he'll, he's not even the first choice for a friend. But the hyena beastman can't deny the thundering of his heart in his throat when [Name] appears behind him and rests his face in the crook of his neck. Nor can Ruggie admit the swirling thoughts of a future together whenever the charismatic [Name] sneaks into the Savanaclaw Dorm kitchen and lifts him onto the countertop so the man can hand feed him. The feeling of large hands holding the underside of his thighs is forever burned into his mind.
🍩 Aw jeez, not this shit again. No offense to [Name] or anything, but this hyena is really burned out by all this royalty stuff. If the Sindrian king turns out to be another jealous royal, Ruggie's going to start ripping his hair out; one Leona is more than enough for him to deal with. He would ask the otherworldly man to talk some sense into his Dorm Head but he doesn't even bother, he lost hope long ago. [Name] being a king does sound pretty cool though, if the foreigner ever wants to spare him some gold or food the Ruggie will welcome it with open arms. The hyena beastman does think about how it would feel to sit on a throne, but a king's lap is comfortable enough for now.
🍩 Oh, for him? [Name], you shouldn't have– just kidding, keep them coming, ol’ Ruggie can pawn some of these beauties for a hefty sum of madol and then he can send it to his family back in the Afterglow Savana. O-oh, the Sindrian king is wondering why his little doughnut lover isn't wearing most of the gifts he bought them. Those are– those are in his room! Yes, his room. This hyena just didn't want to dirty anything that was given to him by someone as important as [Name], with him being a king and all. The ol’ Rugster definitely didn't sell most of the gifts that were given to him, absolutely not. But… on the off chance that that's exactly what happened, surely the foreigner wouldn't be mad at him, right? He's got priorities after all.
🍩 You know, Ruggie doesn't mind it too much when [Name] wears his gaudy jewelry when they cuddle, so long as this hyena gets to wear some every once in a while. For some reason, though, the henchman of the second prince of the Afterglow Savana only wants to wear the jewelry that the otherworldly man won't let him touch. But how could he blame him, it's the scrap hound in him, looking at things he can't have with big wanting eyes. [Name] will have to end up showing Ruggie just how important his accessories actually are eventually and it's safe to say that the hyena beastman will no longer let his Sindrian sugar daddy wear such dangerous things while he wants to be vulnerable for a moment.
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“Hey, if ya ever get tired of eatin’ the same ol’ royal meals, yer pal Ruggie‘ll take care of it for ya. I'll clean yer plates lickety-split an’ free o’ charge. Heck, I'll even throw in a free fridge cleanin’ for ya as a bonus! All this with a downpayment o’ absolutely nothin’!”
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🐬 Is Jade flustered? No, no, dear, he's more amused than flustered. This slippery eel hasn't had someone speak to him in such a bold way before, aside from Rook, but the hunter goes about it in a much more eloquent way. [Name] wants to wrap an arm around his waist and pepper his neck with kisses. Alright, but the monarch from another world better expect a bite or two placed over his Adam's apple in return, it's only fair.~ [Name] wants to sit him on his lap and whisper sweet nothings in his ear? That's fine, but he'd better expect Jade to take those sweet words up a few notches into dirty territory, this eel won't hold back. The king had better watch himself and stick to flirting with the mushroom lover only; this vice dorm head doesn't share.~
🐬 Hoh? A king? [Name]? It's not that Jade doesn't believe that the Sindrian man is royalty, he just doesn't want him to know that he believes it. It was fairly obvious by just the way that the foreign man carried himself and even subtly in the way he spoke. Hell, even Floyd figured it out -not that this eel is saying anything about his brother- was it even a secret at this point? But even so, Jade doesn't care too much about [Name]’s social status and will continue to pretend that he doesn't believe the man for the sake of seeing his frustration. That glare that the Sindrian man shoots him whenever the gentlemanly eel once again denies his claims, is really gratifying in a way.
🐬 Yes, that hand-crafted broach is absolutely stunning, and yes, these rings are embedded with treasured stones from all around Twisted Wonderland, but does Jade want them? Absolutely not. What use would he have for them? Sure, he could wear a few of the accessories that [Name] gifted him to any formal events that he may need to attend, but other than that, they'll just sit around and collect dust. He will certainly take his time to sit down with the world-hopper and discuss preferences; although the slippery eel prefers to do it the difficult way and make the king guess instead. Luckily for Jade though, [Name] seems to like the ones that play hard to get the most, so the influx of gifts being sent to the twin's shared room in Octavinelle skyrockets. Poor Floyd is so annoyed at being buried in fancy gift boxes, give him a rest already.
🐬 The amount of side-eye that this man gets from Azul whenever [Name] comes into Monstrou Lounge all decked out in gold and jewels is downright atrocious. Jade loves his otherworldly himbo boy toy, but it's becoming a bother to try and steer his childhood friend's schemes away from him at this point. Especially since a few of those accessories radiate a foreign magical signature and the Seven knows how power-hungry that four-eyed takoyaki is. So [Name], if you would be so kind, stop broadcasting your vulnerability to the group of people who are known all around the college's campus for taking advantage of vulnerable people, you dumbass. Jade himself is a part of said group, he hopes that just because he and the Parthevian native are in a certain relationship, the man won't assume he's a good person.
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“Oh my, you're still going on about that? I understand that you're magicless, but I doubt lying about your social status will help your situation. Honestly, I'm starting to believe you're having delusions.”
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🐍 While Jamil appreciates that [Name] is trying to cheer him up, such vulgar words are- are unnecessary. Yeah, as much as I love our beautiful serpent man, he can be a bit dense. No matter what compliment, kind gesturing, or suggestive remark the king flings at him, he will immediately assume one of four things; 1. Those were meant to be passed onto Kalim, 2. They're trying to insult him in some way, 3. They need a favor from him, and 4. They're just trying to annoy him. But even then, Jamil can't ignore how hot-faced and tongue-tied he gets when [Name] pinches the brunette's chin between his large, calloused fingers and plants a searing kiss on his lips. Or how the Sindrian man leads him away to take a break and runs his fingers through his long dark brown hair.
🐍 As soon as the words ‘I'm also the king of’ left the handsome worldhoppers lips, Jamil could only let out a long resigned sigh. Of course [Name] was royalty, which explains why that man is so childish and irresponsible; running around and leaving masses for other people to pick up. The Al Asim servant resented the charismatic man quite a bit after that revelation; going as far as to slap his hands away whenever the other tried to touch him. Jamil will feel a bit bad after a while though, [Name] hadn't done anything wrong and he was taking his frustration over his situation with Kalim out on a third party. Thankfully the foreigner accepted his apology immediately and even offered to take him and his sister back to Sindria with him, how sweet.
🐍 Once again this serpentine man assumes that all kind words and gift-like objects being given to him are things that he's meant to pass to Kalim, and he does just that. It was only [Name]’s asking whether or not the gifts he had given him were useful and Kalim pointing out that the gifts were addressed to him by name that Jamil finally got it through his thick skull. This time, surprisingly, it was the Al Asim prince who was exasperated at his servant and not the other way around. The prince even made it a point to tell people to give all gifts meant for him directly to him so that they'd leave his servant be. (responsible Kalim for the win!) Looking over his now recovered gifts, Jamil couldn't help but flush at how costly they were. The thought of [Name] spending so much money to please him made the basketball player both embarrassed and endeared.
🐍 At first he didn't really notice them, but after being pulled against the muscled chest of his word-hopping fling(?), he was smooshed onto the business end of a few of the man's familiar-looking accessories. The imprint of a six-pointed star was on the side of Jamil’s forehead for days after that, to which the idiot whose arms he was in made a joke about him having a shiny forehead. [Name] got a good bonk on the head after that. The Sindrian man had once shown Jamil a djinn that dwelled inside his necklace, but after seeing the look that the serpentine man was giving the djinn, [Name] decided to keep the rest to himself. Now, the dark brunette gets frequent reminders that, if he so chose, the foreign king would take him with him when he eventually went back to Sindria.
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“You'll take me back with you? You'd really do that for me? Then please… remember you said these words to me… and take me away from this place when the time comes.”
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🏹 Well [Name], prepare to be outdone by a true professional. Rook will make the foreign man swoon so hard it's not even funny. The Parthevian native wants to pin this hunter to a tree, oh, haha look, now he himself is against that tree while the bob-headed blonde attacks his neck in between whispers of recherché poetry that he wrote earlier that day. That Sindrian king is lounging on a blanket in the wooded area just on the outskirts of the Pomfiore dorm campus and trying to coax the Frenchman onto his lap? Oh my, what's this? [Name] is now practically nude as Rook kisses and caresses each and every inch of his muse's warm muscular body. Somehow the blonde finds this thing the two have going on to be even more thrilling than a hunt.
🏹 His lovely muse is a king? It looks like [Name] has another new pet name courtesy of a certain huntsman. In fact, it's become Rook's favorite pet name, so his darling muse and everyone else in his vicinity is going to be hearing the words ‘Mon Roi’ as often as they breathe. Oh, this bob-headed blonde is dying to know what kind of wildlife is back in Sindria; he can describe beauteous landscapes in his poetry, what newfound fauna could be his prey, ah what thrilling thoughts he has. Since [Name] is the king, he'd certainly let Rook hunt to his heart's content, right~? You can't just tell him about all these curious little creatures and then ban him from hunting them; such a tease the otherworldly man is being, how cruel.~
🏹 The feeling of being spoiled with gifts by [Name] reminds him of how Vil ‘saved him’ during his first year when he was still in Savanaclaw. Although, Rook could never think back on his experience in his old dorm negatively; his roots are firmly planted in the Afterglow Savana after all. But instead of a haircut and rigorous skin care, he was given the best hunting equipment money could buy, and when it came to [Name]’s money, well there was a lot of it. As Rook's lovely Mon Roi told him, the greatest hunters are those who aren't afraid to become a beast themselves for the sake of the hunt. These new intricate daggers that he was gifted seem to have quite the resemblance to fangs do they not?
🏹 Rook doesn't bother too much when it comes to his Mon Roi's jewelry, it's simply a token of a faraway home in his eyes; the hunter himself has many of his own. Yes, the bob-headed blonde does in fact notice that his otherworldly muse's adornments emanate a mystical aura and glow from time to time and yes the poetry enthusiast also knows that the giant blue figures that [Name] calls djinn do live in the ones with stars engraved on them, but he could care less. What Rook is really interested in is having his dearest muse hold that pose while he captures how the light bounces off the gold and jewels that draped across [Name]’s naked chest in this portrait. The hunter made sure to hang the paintings on the wall opposite his bed so that he could see his magnetic Mon Roi when he woke up every morning.
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“Ah~ Mon Roi, the tales you have given me do you no justice. You are far more magnifique than these simple words can capture. It seems that I have found myself a challenge to overcome; I must bid you adieu.~”
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⚡ He keeps swearing up and down that he's been cursed by the otherworldly man; why else would he be feeling so odd around him after every interaction!? Sebek has been feeling flushed, and sweaty all over, having racing thoughts, been unable to sleep, and has continuously been stumbling over his words since he met [Name]! This has to be a curse; the half-fae wasn't experiencing any of these symptoms before! Even after Sebek demanded a duel in order for the foreigner to release the spell, to which wrestling on the bed was the request by the perpetrator, the curse only got worse! Now his mind is only occupied with thoughts of [Name] at any given moment; but he needs those thoughts for Waka-Sama, not some random human witch man!!!
⚡ So, the witchy human claims to be a king? HAH! Fat chance! There's no way Sebek would believe such an obvious farce, just who does this human take him for? The only royalty worth any salt is clearly his Waka-Sama, didn't you know? This half-fae knows what that human ‘king’ is up to, that man is just trying to lie his way into Waka-Sama's good graces, that's the only explanation! Even if Sebek knows that [Name] walks with the same regal posture as Malleus and knows that he has the same aura as Lilia does whenever they're sparring during swordsmanship lessons, he just won't accept it. And no, he will not accept a duel to change his mind.
⚡ A new sword and armor that cost millions of madol? Denied. As if Sebek would accept anything from some lowly human that definitely has plans to hurt Waka-Sama, he's not an idiot. Even if that sword looks expertly crafted and the blade is magically reinforced to cut through concrete like butter, h‐he's not interested in [Name]’s wicked wares! Ah, but… the weight of the blade is pretty good and the handle is very comfortable to grip onto… oh, and the hand guard is customizable too… A‐ah! Sebek wasn't admiring the craftsmanship, he was– he was just making sure that [Name] didn't place a curse on this sword is all. Yeah, that's it. What? No, he won't give it back, it was a gift, wasn't it? N‐not that a proud fae warrior like himself needs gifts from lowly humans!
⚡ Poor [Name] no matter what he does, Sebek continues his tsundere behavior. If the Sindrian king were to show the half-fae his djinn or metal vessels, who knows what he'd be accused of? Probably something like kidnapping his djinn and holding them against their will or saving a metal vessel for Malleus so he can trap him inside. But, if not that, Sebek would likely say that he has them for nefarious purposes. Whatever, [Name] better go back to the drawing board.
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“HUMAN! Remove this curse you've cast upon me at once, it's interfering with my duties to Waka-Sama! Wha- You still have the gall to lie right to my face!?”
I wanted to do a fun interactive quiz that will immerse you all into a yandere story that involves the more evil and toxic side of the Twisted Wonderland characters we know and love. This project will take a while because I still want to write oneshots in between, but I promise to get most of this done in a timely matter. Also, male readers only please (there will be a female version on Quotev only).
After the overblot events at Night Raven College, you thought you could let out a breath of relief and hope that the rest of your time there would be relatively normal. Unfortunately for you, the overblot crystals that Dire Crowley locked away and placed charms on were not as secure as he thought they were, which led to the crystals infecting the school grounds and causing the students to overblot. You're the only one left on campus, but an incident in the Hall of Mirrors forces you to fight for your survival in a certain dorm against the yandere and overblotting students.
Find out what dorm you fall into on my Quotev account (https://www.quotev.com/quiz/16514482/Dimensions-Twisted-Wonderland-Overblots), and come back to my Tumblr account to read the outcomes.
You've found a few scrolls and books. How odd. Some pages have been ripped out, some ends of scrolls have been torn, there's even evidence of some pitch black substance like ink blotting out certain parts. Guess you'll have to make do with what you have.
UNKNOWN
◉ prologue
◎ I. ???
◎ II. To meet all seven archons is an extremely rare privilege. There is always one missing. Do you know him? When did you first encounter him?
◎ III. ???
HEARTSLABYUL
Into Heartslabyul
Map of Heartslabyul
♥ chapter I
❧ I. Decree Against Illegal Activities in The Furnace
♥ chapter II
❧ II. The King's Ruby
♥ chapter III
❧ III. An Introduction to Our Archon, To All Travelers
♥ chapter IV
❧ IV. Construction of the Pyro Archon Statue
❧ V. How to Tame a Jabberwocky
♥ chapter V
❧ VI. Commentary on the Treaty of Mabloch
❧ VII. A Torn List of Laws
♥ chapter VI
❧ VIII. Two Wanted Posters
❧ IX. The Elf, the Feline, and the Elemental
❧ X. Text on Pyro Styles
❧ XI. Note By the Displaced, Safe with the Pyro Elemental
♥ chapter VI.I
♥ chapter VII
❧ XII. Page about the Gavel of Fyr
♥ chapter VIII
❧ XIII. Torn Sheet, About Deity of Camaraderie
♥ chapter IX
❧ XIV. Torn Sheet, About Deity of the Hearth
♥ chapter X
❧ XV. Bookmarked Page in The Dawn of the Rosehearts Reign
❧ XVI. A Herald's Recount of Three Young Archons
♥ chapter XI
❧ XVII. The Unanswered Summons, a Rumor
❧ XVIII. Report on The Herald's Pocket Watch
♥ chapter XII
❧ XIX. Chaos Versus Strength and Intellect
❧ XX. Library Restoration Effort from Mimsyford Great Fires
♥ chapter XIII
❧ XXI. Scroll of Black and White
♥ chapter XIV
❧ XXII. Page About the Formation of Brunweld Lake
❧ XXIII. A Warning to All Traveling in Heartslabyul
♥ chapter XV
❧ XXIV. The White Flame and Crookedspire
❧ XXV. Mending Relations, Record from an Advisor
♥ chapter XVI
❧ XXVI. The Day of Raining Hell, from a Survivor
♥ chapter XVI.I
♥ chapter XVII
❧ XXVII. A Divine Lesson, For the Archives
♥ chapter XVIII
❧ XXVIII. Ominous Letter to The King, Private Words from the King’s Regent
A look into the notes used for this act . . .
♥ notes on the magic styles
❧ power in heartslabyul
♥ notes on the profiles
❧ characters in heartslabyul
♥ notes on the relationships
❧ ace and his relationships
❧ deuce and his relationships
❧ cater and his relationships
❧ trey and his relationships
❧ riddle and his relationships
♥ notes on the world
❧ trivia in heartslabyul
♥ notes on the history
❧ history in heartslabyul
SAVANACLAW
Into Savanaclaw
Map of Savanaclaw
☀ chapter XIX
☼ I. Lands Not for Mortal Travellers: The Unseen
☀ chapter XX
☼ II. Note On the Back of the Savanaclaw Map
☼ III. Note With the Map, About a Silent God
☀ chapter XXI
☼ IV. For the Following Council
☼ V. Notice of Resources, by the Water
☼ VI. Prayer to the Goddess of Laughter
☀ chapter XXII
☼ VII. The Lyonis of Strength and The Fisarun of Intellect
☼ VIII. Banagi Before Badlands
☼ IX. Obituary of Goddess of Laughter
☼ X. The Art of Fisi Form
☀ chapter XXIII
☼ XI. Titles of the Geo Archons and How They Came To Be
☼ XII. Guards of Haven and their Strength
☀ chapter XXIV
☼ XIII. A Frabjous Entity
☼ XIV. An Opinion: The Sovereign, the King, and the Prince
☼ XV. Report on the Burning of the Furnace
☼ XVI. An Article, Prince of Savanaclaw Attacked
☀ chapter XXV
☼ XVII. A Warning, Dangers of the Baasho Band
☼ XVIII. Excerpt, About the Sunrock Circle
☀ chapter XXVI
☼ XIX. An Age Forged of Blood
☀ chapter XXVII
☼ XX. When the God of Steel Fell to Strength
☀ chapter XXVIII
☼ XXI. A Sense From Geo
☀ chapter XXIX
☼ XXII. Birth of a New Sovereign
☼ XXIII. Scroll of Shadow and Bone
☀ chapter XXX
☼ XXIV. Profile on Captain of the Lower Division
☼ XXV. To a Brother, From a Sovereign
☀ chapter XXXI
☼ XXVI. A Rebel Turned –––
☀ chapter XXXII
☼ XXVII. A Letter To the Sovereign, From King Rosehearts
☼ XXVIII. Lost Technology of Nyeupe
☀ chapter XXXIII
☼ XXIX. Note from the Guard of Haven
☼ XXX. The Hunter, an Entity Departing
☼ XXXI. A Deep Dive into Ahadi's Maws
☀ chapter XXXIV
☼ XXXII. A Sacrifice of Steel
☀ chapter XXXV
☼ XXXIII. The Possible Origins of Metal Magic
☀ chapter XXXVI
☼ XXXIV. Dust to Dust, What We Know
A look into the notes used for this act . . .
☀ notes on the magic styles
☼ power in savanaclaw
☀ notes on the profiles
☼ characters in savanaclaw
☀ notes on the relationships
☼ jack and his relationships
☼ ruggie and his relationships
☼ leona and his relationships
☀ notes on the world
☼ trivia in savanaclaw
☀ notes on the history
☼ history in savanaclaw
OCTAVINELLE
Into Octavinelle
Map of Octavinelle
✍︎ chapter XXXVII
✒ I. The Merchant and the Leviathan
✒ II. Page from, The Rise of Octavinelle’s Islands
✍︎ chapter XXXVIII
✒ III. How To Strike it Rich, the Vanessa Noblesse
✒ IV. From Fins to Flesh, How Hydrians Came to Be
✍︎ chapter XXXIX
✒ V. Leviathans of the Deep Oceans
✒ VI. Volume Two, Tales of Octavinelle, Page Five
✍︎ chapter XL
✒ VII. A Look Into the Deep Ocean: Capitolium
✒ VIII. An Opinion, the Undertow and the Gol Colosseum
✒ IX. Volume One, Tales of Octavinelle: The Ocean Demon of the Blue
✍︎ chapter XLI
✒ X. Weekend Market at Vocibus Basilica
✒ XI. Volume Two, Tales of Octavinelle, Page Three
✍︎ chapter XLII
✒ XII. A Chance at the Seaglass Garden
✒ XIII. Volume Two, Tales of Octavinelle, Page Six
✍︎ chapter XLIII
✒ XIV. Volume Two, Tales of Octavinelle, Page One
✒ XV. Volume Two, Tales of Octavinelle, Page Eight
✍︎ chapter XLIV
✒ XVI. Contracts of Hopes and Dreams Issued This Month
✒ XVII. A Contract of Hopes and Dreams –––
✍︎ chapter XLV
✒ XVIII. The Harbinger’s Pan Flute
✍︎ chapter XLVI
✒ XIX. Volume Two, Tales of Octavinelle, Page Two
✒ XX The Morning Paper, Missing and Unfortunate
✍︎ chapter XLVII
✒ XXI. Paraiso Path, the Way to Heaven or to Hell
✒ XXII. Volume Two, Tales of Octavinelle, Page Seven
✒ XXIII. The New Desert, Travelers Beware
✍︎ chapter XLVIII
✒ XXIV. Known Leviathans, Entry for Twins of the Tides
✍︎ chapter XLIX
✒ XXV. An Elusive Entity, Insight from a Disgraced Baron
✍︎ chapter L
✒ XXVI. Selina Lake, A Site of Divine Assembly
✒ XXVII. Volume Two, Tales of Octavinelle, Page Four
✍︎ chapter LI
✒ XXVIII. In the Ocean Demon’s Grasp, From a Survivor
✍︎ chapter LII
✒ XXIX. Report for the Triton Marines, an Intruder
✍︎ chapter LIII
✒ XXX. An Entity Who Knows Too Much, A Record
✍︎ chapter LIV
✒ XXXI. Book in a Bubble
A look into the notes used for this act . . .
✍︎ notes on the magic styles
✒ power in octavinelle
✍︎ notes on the profiles
✒ characters in octavinelle
✍︎ notes on the relationships
✒ floyd and his relationships
✒ jade and his relationships
✒ azul and his relationships
✍︎ notes on the world
✒ trivia in octavinelle
✍︎ notes on the history
✒ history in octavinelle
SCARABIA
✦ chapter LV
✧ I. Famed Gardens of the World: A Garden for the Divine
✧ II. The Current Archon, Page in Scarabia’s History
✧ III. The Serpent of the Garden, About Scarabia's Deities
| Summary |
What began as an ordinary night for Arashi Tatsuya swiftly turned into an unexpected odyssey when he was swept away by a carriage drawn by ebony steeds, leading him to an enigmatic realm beyond his wildest imagination. Embark on Arashi’s extraordinary journey through the mystical lands of Twisted Wonderland, where he emerges as the Ramshackle Prefect, the Beast Tamer of Grim, and the enigmatic Caretaker of NRC. Within him lies an ancient power, a sacred force inherited from his lineage, awakening secrets that intertwine fate and magic in a world draped in wonder and shadows.
Time of Day: Unknown
Location: Unknown
Point of View: 3rd Person - Arashi Tatsuya
Silence.
The silence of nothingness surrounded me.
In the vast expanse of an empty void, a canvas draped in perpetual darkness stretches infinitely in all directions. My eyes are tightly shut, blocking out any semblance of light or color, leaving me in a cocoon of silence. The relentless rhythm of my steadily pounding heart reverberates throughout my body, each beat a powerful reminder of my existence. It thrums in my ears, a stark contrast to the oppressive stillness that surrounds me.
This solitude is accompanied by the howling emptiness, a haunting sound that fills the air, amplifying my sense of isolation. In this stark void, my thoughts swirl chaotically, grappling with uncertainty, feelings of disorientation, and the unsettling questions that arise in this profound darkness. Each heartbeat drives me further into introspection, as the echoes of my own mind create an unsettling symphony within the vast nothingness.
'Where am I?', I questioned myself as I attempted to piece together everything that happened, 'What happened?' Even more uncertainly.
My body was a foreign entity, a shell I could no longer command. No matter how fiercely I willed it, my muscles refused to respond, as if they had turned to stone, betraying the will that had guided them for so long. I found myself trapped within a shadowy realm of disembodied thoughts—a mere flicker of consciousness struggling to piece together the fragments of my past and the events that had led me to this surreal fate. An overwhelming sense of helplessness engulfed me as I grappled with the reality that not even a single finger would heed my silent pleas, leaving me isolated in a body that felt utterly alien.
I drew upon every fragment of my memory, sifting through the chaos that surrounded me in a desperate bid to piece together the events that had led to this moment. My heart, steadfast and unwavering, was the only anchor in the tempest of confusion. Each rhythmic pulse echoed in my chest, a steady reminder of life and urgency, propelling me closer to the elusive truth I yearned to uncover. As I focused on each beat, I felt a strange clarity emerge from the depths of my mind, guiding me through the haze of uncertainty.
My name is Arashi Tatsuya, the Second Son of the Tatsuya Clan of the Far East Sector of Japan. My family estate was secluded from the modern world, but we were not completely cut off. I went to school, made friends, went out to have a semblance of what most would be considered a "normal life", which included having a job of doing freelance work, doing multiple things; I could not settle on one thing, just as my Great Grandfather hadn't. To settle is to become content, and a Tatsuya was anything but content.
My day began like a familiar routine, with the soft light of dawn spilling into my room and coaxing me awake. After stretching away the remnants of sleep, I made my way to the kitchen, where the rich aroma of breakfast filled the air. I carefully prepared a hearty meal, ensuring to add my family's favorite dishes.
Once breakfast was served, I stepped outside to tend to our sprawling grounds. The sun peeked through the trees as I watered the vibrant plants, each droplet glistening in the morning light. The sounds of clucking chickens and bleating goats greeted me as I fed our farm animals, their eager expressions and soft sounds filling my heart with warmth.
With my morning chores complete, I turned my attention to creating bento lunches for my family. I arranged colorful rice, fresh vegetables, and savory meat into neat compartments, making sure each lunch was not only delicious but visually appealing.
Finally, with everything prepared, I set off from our estate, feeling the excitement of the day ahead. I walked to the bus stop, where the fresh city air invigorated me, and soon climbed aboard the public bus that would take me into the bustling heart of the city and towards my school.
School was no different: Meeting my friends at the main gates, attending morning classes before leaving for lunch, then afternoon classes before it was time for school clubs, which I attended, the dual-club with the Gamer's Club & Karate Club; attending the matches was engaging, and I was currently en route to becoming a black belt.
Once school was closed for the day, I went to work, a part-time job for the dinner rush at a local dinner where I tended to frequent; something about the Club Sandwiches and Beef & Rice Bowls was something else in the modern city. The rush was intense, but I remained calm, clearing it in the first hour and 30 minutes before my manager informed me that it was time for me to head off while I was wiping off the tables. I thanked him, took my cut of the tips, and left to return home before the last bus.
Timing was cruel that night.
As I rounded the corner, the fading glow of the bus's tail lights vanished into the distance, leaving the final stop in darkness. Although I had anticipated this moment, it was still frustrating to find myself stranded. Standing alone at the empty bus stop, I contemplated my next move, the cool night air wrapping around me like a cloak.
A flicker of temptation tugged at my thoughts—using the Sacred Tatsuya Bloodline. Yet, the image of my parents flashed in my mind, stern and disapproving. They’d be furious with me for resorting to such a powerful gift, meant for divine purposes rather than casual use.
With a deep sigh escaping my fanged jaws, I stepped onto the desolate sidewalk. The sound of my footsteps echoed eerily in the stillness of the night, the only company I had as I continued on, surrounded by shadows and the faint rustle of leaves in the cool breeze.
I stood on the corner, my gray eyes intently fixed on the illuminated crosswalk sign flickering in the dim light of the street. The night stretched around me, enveloping the world in a deafening silence. The air hung still, devoid of movement, and the streets lay eerily empty, as if they had lost their pulse.
As I took in my surroundings, a growing feeling of unease settled in. Typically, this stretch of road buzzed with life—sometimes a car would glide by, its headlights slicing through the darkness as someone rushed to the 24/7 store. Other times, I’d catch sight of a weary worker trudging home after a long shift, their thoughts tangled in the chaos of tasks yet to be completed. Occasionally, a stray cat or dog would trot along, adding a touch of the unpredictable to the mundane.
But tonight was different. The absence of sound was striking; no distant engines or the shuffle of footsteps accompanied me. All that punctuated the stillness was the rhythmic ticking of the crosswalk timer, each tick echoing in the otherwise oppressive silence. It felt as if the world had paused, holding its breath, leaving me alone in the stillness.
"Why is it so quiet?" I asked no one, as if there was anyone there to answer me.
The sharp, electronic chirp of the crosswalk sign shifting from red to green jolted my senses back to reality, yanking my focus away from the tumult of thoughts that had gripped me moments before. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself, feeling the cool pavement beneath my feet, as I stepped off the safety of the sidewalk and into the striped confines of the crosswalk. Halfway across, an unsettling sensation surged through me, a pulse that vibrated throughout my entire being, halting me in my tracks.
The atmosphere thickened, wrapping around me like a heavy fog, as my heart thundered in my chest, each beat echoing loudly in my ears. It was as if I had tapped into some primal instinct, a warning deep within my body that screamed of impending danger, even though I stood unaware of what that danger might be. In that moment, the world around me blurred, and I felt the weight of the unknown pressing down, my body frozen in a strange mix of fear and anticipation.
Then, I heard it.
The rapid charging of hooves.
I turned on my heel.
My heart leapt into my throat, a sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through me as shock seized my body like an iron grip. With my breath caught in my chest, I stared in awe at the two colossal horses before me, their coats as dark as the deepest abyss of a moonless night, glistening under the faint light of the stars. They were magnificent yet intimidating, each muscle rippling beneath their sleek fur as they pulled a massive black carriage, its surface polished to an eerie sheen.
The horses reared up on their powerful hind legs, their manes flowing like shadows in the night air. A thunderous chorus of neighs erupted from their throats, echoing through the stillness and reverberating in my bones, sending shivers down my spine. My body felt paralyzed, as if time itself had stilled in that moment. I was anchored to the spot, unable to turn away or even blink, utterly transfixed by the sheer power emanating from them. The air crackled with the tension of the impending charge, and all I could do was brace myself, feeling the weight of the horses’ presence pressing down upon me, both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
And I knew no more.
Thus, I was here. This void of uncertainty with multiple questions shrouding my thoughts: Where was I? Was I dead? Was it my time to face judgment? These same questions cycled several times before I heard a voice that was not my own.
Warm & Inviting.
Beckoning.
"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor…"
'Who was that?'
"My proud, beautiful flower of evil."
"You are truly the fairest one of all."
'Flower of Evil? Fairest One of All?'
Who is this person? What are they talking about?
I refused to remain on the sidelines any longer, forcing my mind to make more of my vessel. The voice continued, getting louder.
"O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat…"
"Reveal unto me the visage I seek…"
The warmth surged back to my face, a result of the friction created by my tightly locked fangs. My dominant left hand, which I raised deliberately, began to twitch uncontrollably, the nervous energy coursing through my fingertips. Slowly, I formed it into a tight fist, using the small act as an anchor to ground myself. With strained effort, I forced my head upright and pried my eyes open.
Gradually, the fog that clouded my vision began to dissipate, revealing the sole object that filled this vast, endless void I found myself in: an ornate mirror standing unyieldingly before me. Its dark glass surface, shrouded in an air of mystery, reflected nothing of my presence despite its polished elegance. The frame, beautifully crafted from silver and adorned with intricate designs, gleamed softly in the dim light, drawing my gaze deeper into the enigma it presented.
"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth…"
"If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."
The surface of the mirror glimmered like liquid silver, captivating in its allure, yet it betrayed an unsettling truth—it did not reflect my image. Instead, it revealed a solitary hand, ethereal and inviting, reaching out towards me with a gentle urgency. My own hand, once clenched in a tight fist—a desperate grip on an unseen anchor—began to tremble, slowly unfurling and stretching toward the outstretched offering from the depths of the mirror. As I moved closer, a searing heat enveloped my body, a strange warmth emanating from within, as if my very soul was ignited with an insatiable yearning for this enigmatic connection. It was a longing deeper than I had ever anticipated, pulling me toward a fate I could scarcely comprehend.
"As flame reduces even the stars to ash"
"As ice seals away even time itself"
"As great trees swallow even the sky"
"Fear not the power of darkness."
I will not.
I will not fear.
A Tatsuya does not yield to fear.
I will not yield to this uncertainty. I will conquer it. I will not fall into darkness.
My hand clasped the offered hand, which wrapped around my own to secure the anchor.
"Now—demonstrate your power."
Like a flickering candle in a darkened room, my soul ignited with a fierce and brilliant light, illuminating the depths of my being. The long-hidden secrets of my spirit surged forth, overwhelming me with their intensity. I felt the powerful roar of my ancestors vibrating within me, a formidable force born of my family's bloodline. Waves of deep crimson, vibrant teal, and shimmering gold flooded my senses, engulfing my very essence. Yet, in the midst of this tempest, my grip remained firm on my anchor—unyielding and steadfast. I would triumph over this tumult. I refused to surrender to any force that dared to challenge me.
"To me. To them. To yourself."
"The hour grows long, and time is scarce."
"Keep steady your grip, no matter what may come..."
With a firm grip on the weathered rope, a mind sharpened by determination, and a heart resolute in its bravery, I surrendered to the pull of the anchor, letting it guide me into the vast unknown. Waves lapped at the sides of the boat as I braced myself, ready to embrace whatever challenges and wonders awaited me on the horizon.
Enrolled Duo: Registered under a specialized administrative loophole alongside Grim; the two function as One Combined Student Unit.
⚔️ INHERENT UTILITY & MARTIAL ASSETS
Magical Aptitude: NONE. Absolute zero standard magestone resonance. The Dark Mirror was incapable of categorizing his internal flow using standard elements.
Lineage Inheritance: Arashi channels an archaic, non-magical spiritual tether from his lineage on Earth, pulling directly from a reservoir of dual ancestral beast deities. This energy operates entirely outside the boundaries of Twisted Wonderland’s magic system and produces Zero Blot.
🐾 Asset Variant Alpha: The Guardian Komainu
Trigger Protocol: Physical threat suppression or perimeter reinforcement.
Anatomy: A massive, fifteen-foot guardian beast composed of hyper-dense muscle, bone, and a thick, midnight-dark brown fur coat. A wild mane of roaring crimson and orange flames cradles his stone-sharp jaw.
Totem Anchor: A heavy golden guardian bell suspended by a braided crimson cord around his neck. The resonant gong of the bell chimes mechanically to stabilize his spiritual baseline, completely neutralizing internal chaos.
Combat Output: Employs raw physical crushing force and volcanic, oxygen-starving ash-grey smoke. Capable of shattering high-tier Overblot glass phantoms with a single bite.
🐉 Asset Variant Beta: The Holy Kirin
Trigger Protocol: Restorations, pacifications, or tactical spatial maneuvers.
Anatomy: An elegant, ethereal draconic stag shimmering with brilliant golden and cyan-blue fire ribbons.
Combat Output: Radiates a profound, majestic weight of tranquility that forcefully drops an opponent's adrenaline and heart rate to a calm baseline, temporarily defanging hostile intent. Capable of sharing weightless levitation authority with a synchronized group and executing short-range spatial warps (Swapping the Lobster with the Crayfish).
📂 DISCIPLINARY & LOGISTICAL REPORT
🗃️ Behavioral Summary (Faculty Assessment):
Professor Divus Crewel: "The pup possesses military-grade precision and an absolute, unyielding attention to laboratory cleanliness. His measuring efficiency is flawless. A perfect score."
Professor Mozus Trein: "Exceptionally disciplined. He is one of the few freshmen who remains entirely conscious during historical data lectures. Curiously, my cat Lucius refuses to leave his lap."
Professor Ashton Vargas: "A masterclass in raw, unadulterated human conditioning! He breezes through thirty-lap calisthenics without breaking his breathing rhythm! Inimitable!"
👥 Personal Associations & Alignments:
The Freshmen Unit: Functions as the default field commander for Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade. He holds them to a strict training baseline, systematically neutralizing their reckless errors.
The Sovereign Alliance: Arashi has subconsciously accumulated an intense, protective network among the upperclassmen Housewardens he has successfully pacified.
Riddle Rosehearts: Subconsciously views Arashi as an unyielding, protective older brother, proudly declaring him his "Big Brother" in front of the Heartslabyul vanguard.
Leona Kingscholar: Validates Arashi as a physical equal, continuously demanding non-magical brawling rematches in the colosseum.
Azul Ashengrotto: Views Arashi as an absolute, unassailable safety anchor, occasionally defaulting to an intensely clingy, over-protective disposition to ensure the caretaker remains anchored to Octavinelle's kitchen ledger.
Jamil Viper: Jamil sees Arashi as the only one who recognizes his true potential without demanding submission. They frequently collaborate on stamina training exercises, with Jamil dropping his deceptive persona alongside the Caretaker.
Vil Schoenheit: Vil wears a custom crimson cotton kimono tailored by Arashi, using its relaxed sleeves to ease his chronic stress. He publicly acknowledges Arashi as a master craftsman who understands the effort's architecture better than any magic-user on campus.
Idia Shroud: Idia avoids being in the same room as Arashi due to his overwhelming presence, but secretly sends high-tech kitchen upgrades to Ramshackle Dorm. He monitors Arashi through campus security feeds, viewing him as a crucial, non-magical safeguard for the school's mainframe.
Malleus Draconia: Malleus is deeply intrigued by Arashi's indifference to royal titles and magic. He often conjures floating green fireflies in the Ramshackle tea room, relaxed in the heavy robes Arashi made for him, treating the chef as a sovereign equal beyond mortal fear.
🎨 SPECIFIED PERSONAL EQUIPMENT
The Steel Knuckles: Custom-forged black fingerless combat gloves reinforced with sleek, matte-black steel plating riveted across the knuckles. Utilized to shield his joints from the intense physical friction of his Komainu flames.
The Ghost Camera: An antique, silver-framed photographic relic gifted by the Headmage. Since Arashi lacks a wand, he utilizes this device to catalog his garrison duties and bind fragments of peaceful memories to paper.
The Recovery Robes: Highly skilled in tailoring, Arashi hand-crafted a synchronized set of traditional Japanese robes (Yukatas and Kimonos) for his freshmen unit and the Housewarden alliance to optimize their physical recovery and settle their internal tension.
📝 CARETAKER INDEX CARD
• Favorite Food: Artisan Roast Beef & Cheese Subs (Heavy on the garlic-herb sauce)
• Least Favorite: Sub-standard culinary preparation or loose scheduling.
• Personal Philosophy: "A man who cannot master a broom cannot master a weapon. Discipline is the only baseline that never breaks."
🐺(Broken Truth): We see stories about Yuu coming from Earth with no power of their own. Time for some words to be woven differently~
Hello, if I may ask, when is the next part of your " Twisted Wonderland: Your Boyfriend Finding Out You Have a Cult " series? I love it so much.
🐺(Broken Truth): Hello! I'm glad to know you like that series, and I do plan on picking it back up. I've just been rather busy with life outside my void. Hopefully, when things slow down, I'll be able to finish weaving those words.
