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“ unfortunate individuals like you are always welcome here ! ”

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salutations ! my name is zephyr/zeph and i will be your server for today;

i am 20 and go by any pronouns;

my writing will always be gender neutral and sfw;

and welcome to my twisted wonderland blog !

like my stuff ? a ko-fi would be much appreciated !

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I want to eat your Riddle fic so much. It's so good, the wording the everything Ssdjfienejkd

awww HAJSJAJS tysm

expect a follow up in the future!! (i wouldn’t say soon, but it’s getting there)

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Hi your latest fic is amazing I want to munch it so bad great work sorry I’m tired and can’t articulate but wowie

AHAHAHA THANK YOU SM

ive never had someone say they wanted to eat my work before so this is lowkey kind of an ego boost-

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queen of thine heart

riddle rosehearts / gn!reader

synopsis : they say the queen of hearts always had her loving husband rule alongside her. unfortunately for heartslabyul, their queen's king attends a different academy. but you know what they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder.

or ; in hearing your lover's recent overblot, you disregard the rules and infiltrate nrc to make sure your queen is alright, much to the surprise of the cards.

content : established relationship, implied childhood friends, rsa!reader, fluff, sprinkle of angst, crack, no use of yn, reader is not the prefect, reader is referred to as 'king' in a gender neutral way (like how riddle as queen), fic is more focused on the dynamic of their relationship rather than of the relationship itself (but perhaps another fic is in order...), riddle's pov kinda?, just a very short oneshot.

word count : 1.5k

The door opens but nobody that's already in the room thinks too much of it, until someone unfamiliar speaks.

"Good evening, Card Soldiers."

The mild bickering ceased to exist entirely. The door clicks shut.

The first years couldn't tell if it was an illusion or not, but they swear they saw the Housewarden of Heartslabyul tense at the sound of the person's voice and averted his gaze. Shoes tap against the floor tiles until they stop at the foot of Riddle's designated recovery bed.

The newcomer wore the eyesore that was the Royal Sword Academy uniform, but the things that caught the attention of specifically the Prefect would be the scarily regal presence that the person exudes, and the badge pinned against the left lapel of the stranger's blazer, an exact replica of the crown Riddle adorns on his school tie.

They brandish a polite smile, "you are dismissed."

It was clear to everyone that this person will not accept any other answer than compliance - "RSA? Who're you to tell us what to do? And what are you even doing here?" - well, except for one.

Ace raises a brow, lacking any form of decorum or respect, as per usual. The temperature of the room seemingly dropped, and yet, the stranger was still smiling.

Before Ace gets an answer, he feels a sharp jab at his side and a hand resting between his shoulder blades. Trey is quickly ushering all of them out of the infirmary. The heart soldier watches the academy student and the Vice exchange a look and a nod.

The door clicks shut once again.

With everyone now gone, you walk over to Riddle's left of the bed. Right hand against your heart, you bow your head, a custom.

"I greet the sovereign of Heartslabyul, the everlasting law, the Queen of my own heart," you cannot hide the smile in your voice and Riddle hates it in an affectionate sort of way.

"Must you always greet me incorrectly?"

"I am but a mere servant to your rule," you give him a cheeky grin, and with a touch as light as a feather, you take his right hand to press a quick kiss to the knuckles. Riddle sports a pout as he retracts his arm, but you never take him seriously when he's beet red, always a sucker to your flowery words.

Despite this, he has not once looked you in the eyes since you arrived.

Silence and tranquillity floods the atmosphere but anybody can feel the underlying tension beneath the layers. You shatter the quiet.

"I came as soon as I could." You sit down on the edge of the bed and he shuffles to the opposite side so that you do not fall off.

"I know." Riddle's sight is focused on the bed sheets where his hands rested. He watches your hands clasp over his, your touch is warm and just slightly sweaty, but he would never care for something so little.

Besides, he can tell by the sound of your breathing that you're still recovering from the journey. Upperclassmen say that it takes almost two or three hours to walk from one end of Sage's Island to the other, and this is without factoring the mountain you'd have to climb to get to NRC.

"I really thought I lost you when I was notified by one of the cards." Riddle can feel your stare and the sorrow in your words. You probably dropped everything to get here.

"I know." He takes a quick glance at the clock on the wall. How did you even manage to get to the college in just a little over an hour since he was admitted into the infirmary?

"You need to make me lots of crosswords to make up for it." The Housewarden clenches his jaw and thinks you are too forgiving compared to how much inconvenience and worry he's caused you.

Why are you not reprimanding his recklessness? Why would you risk a dorm-arrest to visit him with no prior permission? He reckons that your sentence would last at least a week if the professors find out of your absence, two weeks if you used a broom without authorisation. After this, would you think of him as a nuisance or embarrassment and leave him-

Sensing all of his inner turmoil, you reach out to carefully fix his dishevelled hair back into place and cup his cheek, coaxing his head in your direction so that he finally, finally looks at you.

Riddle's eyes are glassy with unshed tears, but the steadying pulse under the palm of your hand is soothing, your gaze is soft and full of something that is unconditional. Riddle knows that he can stay looking at you until forever falls apart.

Thumbing the flesh gently, you are watchful not to touch any gauze or smudge remnants of ointment. "Crosswords aside, I implore that you tell me, my Queen: What ails you so? Have I done something to be undeserving of your gaze?" Though, that last part was supposed to sound more like a joke.

"No!" He belts out before he could process your teasing lilt. "I mean- I- That's not- Ugh!"

Riddle gives up at the sight of your smug face and relaxes into your hold for just a few more moments, not caring for his burning cheeks or the delicacy that his lover offers him, only wanting to feel them wholly and fully.

He expels out a shaky breath, sits up straight, and lets everything go. Riddle tells you everything. The collars, the unbirthday, the tart, the duel. Riddle expresses his revelation about his mother and her rules. He confesses that you were right this entire time, and that he hopes you can forgive him for the times he denied it and admonished you.

Riddle's story ends and your brows furrow with guilt, "I knew I should have transferred to Night Raven. Maybe it would have prevented-"

He is quick to lace your fingers together with his own and silences you right away. "Perish the thought. You are not to blame. Not you. Never you."

Deciding to reward his efforts of attempting to distract you from your own thoughts, you sigh and lean in so that your foreheads touch, and Riddle does not oppose the connection. Closing your eyes, you breathe out lightly, quietly, as if only the two of you existed.

"You have tormented yourself in such a manner for far too long, my loveliest rose."

At that moment, Riddle swears up and down to The Seven that he has never been so in love. He looks down at your joined hands and smiles for the first time that day.

"I promise not to do it again, my Liege."

[ Extra ]

"What the hell was that for!?" Ace rubs his side tenderly after Cater elbowed him earlier. He earns disapproving glances from his seniors and unsurprising stares from Deuce, Prefect and Grim.

"Be more careful, Ace-y. They're the Housewarden slash Ruler of their own dorm back in RSA, but is also the Honorary King of Heartslabyul because they're Riddle's partner," Cater pulls up pictures of you from the academy's official magicam and shows the first years. "So that means they're in the same position of power as him in 'labyul, so you need'ta treat them like it."

Ace snatches the phone from his grasp and scrolls through the content, in denial. The other first years crowd around him. "Partners? With that Tyrant?? There is no way Housewarden was able to pull before me."

They all stare at the photos of you doing a plethora of activities, presumably around the rival school. Gardening, directing students, baking, tea parties, generally doing nice things. Yuck.

Ace tries to find your personal magicam but Cater yanks his phone back, exasperated, "I think they've been together for almost two years now, so it's not like it's new news."

"Myah, I don't know about you guys, but this 'King' of yours looks like a weak-ass, lovesick simp. Simp in capital letters, bold font and red text," Grim had lifted himself up and peaked through the window in the door to the infirmary, watching the royalties speak softly to each other.

The two third years give each other a look and both can vividly imagine the sound of your laughter and you saying that you wholeheartedly agree with Grim.

"I still don't get why you just followed their orders without question. I should show them the mighty power of The Great Grim, and then we'll see who's the real king! Nyahaha- Yowch!" Deuce had smacked the monster in the head.

Trey leans against the wall beside the closed entrance, crosses his arms and chuckles at the statement. He looks over his shoulder and also observes the duo inside.

"I've known them since we were kids, and trust me, Grim, they aren't someone you can mess with and get away with it unscathed."

He chooses not to mention how Grim fails to see the pure concentration of magic emanating from your figure.

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even if you have a rosary, who will save you now?

gn!yuu, very short headcanons + scenarios

summary: yuu accepts that there is no way home and that the world will keep turning no matter what. with no worth to their name and no real purpose in this twisted wonderland, except for solving other people’ problems, they decide to stop caring.

cw: swearing, violence, blood. dm me if i’ve missed anything!

a/n: title is translated lyrics from the song US by ruby ibarra. imagine yuu as however and whoever you want!

“woe is me, prefect! i just have so much paperwork to do that i completely forgot about your weekly food allowance. however, to speed things up a bit, if you lend me a hand here, i could probably get the allowance before the end of next week!”

yuu slinks over to one of crowley’s stacks of paperwork and ruffles through it. not without noticing how some pages were completely blank, ‘probably to bulk up and exaggerate the stack,’ yuu thinks and their eye twitches.

crowley gulps at being caught. but neither of the two say anything about it.

“i’m sure at your grown age you’re supposed to be able to manage your time better than this, but of course i didn’t expect anything from you.” yuu throws the binded document carelessly over their shoulder and onto the floor.

“wha-”

“as a minor under your care, this kind of thing could be considered child labour and abuse. especially for not prioritising my allowance.”

“but, prefect-”

“in other words, this isn’t my problem, bird shit for brains. so, unless you want me to call whatever magical bullshit equivalent you have of child protective services you have in this world, go ahead, give me your work documents. i would be ever so happy to oblige.”

the prefect’s eyes were icy and the atmosphere in the office turned chilly. crowley attempts to smarten up and clears his throat.

“i will have the cheque ready before noon.”

looking down at crowley, yuu sends him a smile with no trace of warmth.

“that’s better.”

unhinged!yuu wouldn’t actively seek out to fight people unless students do it to them first, which is all the time. kind of like ‘i’m nice to you if you are to me. but the second i deem you an enemy, you’re done’ mindset.

those who knew and were ‘friends’ with yuu, didn’t believe in their newly acquired attitude at the beginning, but after a group decided it’d be funny to poke at yuu a bit during lunch, that’s when they realise that yuu was serious about not caring for anything at all.

“oi, magicless runt.”

taking a bite from their sandwich, yuu looks up at the senior holding a tray of food, “hm?”

“get up.” the senior’s friends behind him snicker.

“why?” they take another bite. ‘i wish adeuce and grim would hurry up with their food.’ yuu thinks.

“there’s no more seats.”

“mhm?”

“as your seniors, we get priority.” the senior’s smile widens.

“hm.” another bite. “ish that shou”

with crumbs and sauce at the corners of their lips, yuu wipes it off with their thumb and licks it. they gulp down the remainder of the sandwich.

“sorry, senior. but i don’t see that rule anywhere in the canteen.” they swipe off the leftover crumbs on their hands.

“i thought you’d might say that.”

the senior picks up a bowl from his tray and dumps soup onto yuu’s head.

it’s still boiling hot.

it hurts.

“scram, first year. before i do something worse-”

the senior is on the floor, on his knees and doesn’t realise blood is seeping from his nose until it drips onto the tile.

by now, the whole canteen is silent.

he doesn’t even get time to process what happened until he feels a shin connect with his side and launches him onto another nearby table, his legs dangling off the side, uniform ruined.

“why you-” one of his goonies attempt to throw a punch back at the prefect.

yuu grabs his wrist and used the momentum to throw the senior onto his back. he chokes on the impact.

the rest of the group stays at their spots. ‘smart choice,’ yuu scoffs.

the prefect walks over to the first senior lying against the now abandoned table and grabs whatever food was on the nearest plate and forcibly stuffs it into the senior’s mouth. a whole bread roll.

“oh, senior! i see you’ve found a table to sit at!” the senior had tears along his waterline from the gag reflex of having a whole roll of bread in his mouth.

yuu shoves the bread roll further down the seniors throat. twisting and turning it. the senior makes sounds of retching and pain. “although, preferably, it’d be better to sit on the seat rather than on the table, no?”

the senior could only nod at yuu’s words.

yuu pats his hair demeaningly.

“good boy.”

in essence, yuu becomes very assimilated to nrc. scarily so.

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Doc SSR - Work Uniform + Vignette “Ambitions..?”

medic!au, gn!reader

summary : congrats, after using up all your pulls and level up materials, you finally got the new medic ssr! i wonder what kind of voicelines they have?

a/n : ive been obsessed with just listening to everyone’s voicelines lately so i just pulled this out of my ass and thought that everyone would enjoy some more medic content-

summon : “sigh, what are you in for this time? c’mon in, let me have a look at you.”

groovy : “it stings? hang in there, i’ll make this quick, i promise.”

set to home screen : “let’s get to work!”

home transition 1 : “the tri-yearly check-ups are fast approaching again… even if you’re not part of the seven dorms, i’ll make sure to get your portfolio made up and arrange a time for your appointment soon.”

home transition 2 : “make sure to tell that cat-rat of yours that if he attempts to go through my cupboards for food again, then i’ll skin him and hang his fur on my wall like a trophy.”

home transition 3 : “remind me to re-supply diasomnia with digestion pills soon. poor cretins, lilia needs to hold back on his cooking…”

home, after login : “good morning/afternoon/evening, i’ll be at my desk if you need anything.”

tap home 1 : “everyone seems to refer to me as ‘doc’ or ‘medic’… it makes me wonder if even half the school population knows my actual name.”

tap home 2 : “my octa-trio senses are tingling again... try to steer clear of their vision for today.”

tap home 3 : “i’m open to any volunteers in helping me with my experi- ahem, helping me in the clinic.”

tap home 4 : “want a lollipop? i’ve got plenty, here.”

tap home 5 : “if that adeuce combo ever bothers you too much, tell me so i can prescribe them gross medicine next time they get into trouble.”

tap home 10 : “could you stop doing that? it takes so long to iron this thing (uniform).”

battle start : “who do you think you are?”

battle won : “sigh, let’s get you to the clinic.”

vignette - ambitions..?

summary : prefect manages to catch doc off guard! but why do they look so… conflicted?

tags : angsty, very very short

“doc, if you weren’t a medic, what would you be? do you have any other ambitions?”

yuu didn’t mean any harm in the question at all, he just wanted to fill in the silence of the clinic while doc took notes down.

the medic stops writing completely, the grip on their clipboard and pen stiffen. “ambitions..?” an ambition, a strong desire to do or achieve something. to be something.

“yeah! what would you be doing if you weren’t working here?”

“…”

“doc?” yuu doesn’t know what’s wrong, but the atmosphere in the room changes. it’s silent for too long.

“…i’d love to be a student here,” a melancholic smile. it doesn’t reach their eyes.

“huh?” the prefect definitely did not expect such a reaction from them nor expect such an answer, perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything at all.

“i envy you, yuu. like a lot. you’re otherworldly, yet, you get to live as an ordinary student,” doc starts listing things off, as if they actually thought about this before.

“live in your own dorm, make your own friends. you get into trouble, roughhouse with each other. eat with each other. late nights spent just talking.”

yuu stares. doc has this look swirling in their eyes that yuu doesn’t even want to decipher. he wants to run away.

“although you’re far from home, cherish this time spent here, okay?

yuu leaves the clinic, he hopes he doesn’t have to look at doc’s eyes for a while, lest he gets devoured.

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i would literally sacrifice my entire family to the disney gods if it meant that i could have an azul ssr.

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candid reflection

azul ashengrotto/ gn!reader

summary : based on volume 1, chapter 8 of the disney twst comic anothology ‘memory overwrite’.

or ; you establish a marketing tactic that may attract some attention but azul seems to be too distracted with the pictures you’ve taken.

cw : fluff, slight angst, ambiguous relationship, mentions of drowning, negative body image, mentions of cutting off body parts, azul experiences derealisation and doesn’t know it.

azul was never a fan of photography, especially if it included him in the frame. unpleasant memories of his past self would flood his mind and leave behind a sickly sinking sensation in the pits of his lungs. suffocating and painful.

is this what humans feel when their bodies succumb to being dragged by the merciless waves of the ocean, held down against their will, with no chance to breathe? azul wouldn’t be able to bear it.

the nauseating awareness of the stretch marks that littered his waist and arms would grow even more apparent when he’s left alone in his office, with no bustle of the lounge or the twins to be distracted with.

it was silent company that raged a war in his mind.

not common, nor rarely, were the times azul would wish for nothing more than for someone or something to cut off these imperfections of himself. to rid of them completely and utterly, with no evidence of existing in the first place; for it is proof of his insecurities and weaknesses and isolated years of binge eating to fill the lonely gap in his chest. a psychological matter that he wasn’t aware of at the time, and definitely could not fix even if he had tried.

azul was never a fan of photography, especially if it included him in the frame. but you come bounding into his office, forgetting to knock, phone in hand, and exclaiming how you were able to attain almost two hundered new magicam followers for the mostro lounge.

prior to the situation at hand, you has heard about his troubles and asked azul to entrust the account to you, promising him a new set of followings by the end of the school week. with nothing to lose, he allowed you to go wild.

“candid photos give a sense of authenticity and highlights our youth!” while you go through the rest of the shots that didn’t make the official cut for magicam, azul only stares, attention enchanted by the images on your phone. when had you taken these?

stopping at a photo of floyd in the middle of sneezing, you laugh, “sure, they’re sometimes unflattering, but that’s the point.” you silently hand azul your device, allowing him to scroll through your gallery freely. he is still quiet, so you fill that silence for him.

“when people see the result of pictures that were unexpectedly taken, they can’t help but think ‘wow! very natural and not scripted! this place must be somewhere i can let go and relax!’” a knowing smile appears on your face when azul lingers on photos of himself. when he was eating, writing contracts, yawning, nodding off, cleaning his glasses.

azul asks himself if he had always looked like that, if this is actually him. sure, azul has looked in the mirror everyday his entire life and knows that this is him, but somehow when these pictures are taken without his knowledge, it doesn’t feel like he was actually there, living that moment. strange.

you’re saying all these words, but azul can’t hear you, not properly, too immersed in the small moments captured within such a small device. but that’s okay.

you sit on the edge of azul’s desk, gently taking your phone and placing it on the table. your hands held his, wordlessly asking him to pay attention to you. to beckon and help guide him back to reality and the present. he looks at you but doesn’t look at you. but that’s okay, too.

be careful, you might lose him if he’s gone for too long.

“i appreciate the work you put into these, truly. but-” you cut him off.

“we’re still teenagers, azul. it’s okay to have fun, to make and keep memories, even if they’re as small as how you feel when you’re alone.”

azul was never a fan of photography, and never will be, especially if it included him in the frame. but maybe, it’ll be fine to remember the yesteryears of his adolescence if you’re there with him.

! bonus : what were some of the pictures that you had posted ? (+ captions!)

azul is furiously typing away at his calculator with one hand and writing sums with a fish bone pen in the other, adding up the profits for the week; he’s determined to finish this paperwork by the end of the day.

mostrolounge_official : keep up the hard work, boss! 🐙

one of the many part-timers are struggling to hold up multitudes of trays, one even balancing on his head. the twins are at the background, seemingly enjoying the sight of him try so hard not to drop the beverages and dishes.

mostrolounge_official : limited winter berry smoothie is almost sold out! jade, floyd, help your underclassmen! 😰

a recording of the closers cleaning the lounge, brooms in hand. they’re having a competition on who can can spin the brooms the fastest. the next slide is a picture of the workers kneeling (floyd included) and being scolded by azul.

mostrolounge_official : boss man says no. maybe next time, boys! 😢

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what’s up doc? - [ wish upon a star ]

summary : the stargazers decide that it wouldn’t hurt to ask their local medic for a wish.

medic!au

doc can’t help but applaud deuce, who is trying his best to collect stars despite stargazers not having good rep.

“i believe in you, deuce. i’m sure you’ll have plenty of wishes for the tree tonight,” fixing his hair a bit, you reward deuce with a handful of egg-shaped gummies.

meanwhile doc also teases the heck out of trey and idia in their get-up.

turning towards the third-years, you give them a look, “we’re the same age, y’know? aren’t you a little old to be wearing stuff like this? creeps.”

“oi oi oi, what’s this contrast in treatment?” idia’s face is full of betrayal and insecurity, it’s not like he chose to do this. “you’re treating this as if deuce-ssi is an ssr character in a limited event banner while we’re over here being given to players for free after collecting a certain amount of the event currency to make players feel like they’ve actually earned something and not feel left out when they don’t get the ssr they wanted.”

“…”

“…”

“idia, that was scarily specific.”

“please just tell us your wish so i can continue on with my event grind.”

“alright, alright,” striking an exaggerated concentrated expression and pose, you wanted to prolong idia’s suffering for just even a little longer. you’ve never been asked to make a wish before, but then again, you don’t care enough to actually think this whole thing through.

“then, i wish for… interesting… experiment results in the near future.”

while the ‘star’ starts to twinkle, you receive very concerned and scared expressions from the group, but you only give a small smile in return, “better run along and hang up my wish, stargazers. wouldn’t want my dream not to come true~~”

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Following my previous ask I thought something funny outside of Doc!Yuu I thought of the regular Yuu where everything is the same but they have alot off handed remarks like some insults that is Brandon Rogers funny and at the same time they are somehow reasonable in some situation

Like I have this thing rent free in my mind where a student insulting them all because they are magicless and in this school and they just say

" Wow~ can't believe you have an asshole that high on your body to talk shit all over place " or " uh huh, sure honey whatever make your life feel better because you feel insecure because your mom didn't swallow you nine months before you where born "

( you can ignore this if you want )

I REMEMBER WATCHING BRANDON ROGERS WHEN I WAS YOUNGER-

the reaction i had when i found out he voiced blitzo from helluva boss 💀

anyways

i feel like lots of students in nrc severely underestimate yuu/mc just because they’re magicless but they have survived six whole overblots (currently) despite being from a totally magicless world.

mc was able to adapt very quickly with their now magical environment and is made very aware that they’re an outsider, they’ve had to deal with grim and crowley’s constant bs for over a school year now and has saved six people from dying of blot.

at that point, the nrc attitude has definitely started rubbing on mc since it’s a dog-eat-dog school. they have had to defend themselves and others with no magic, and the only way to do that was through harsh words.

side note: game!mc is very capable but i also feel like it isn’t established enough in the game, in contrast with manga!mc, where he is actively taking part in the story and involving himself in the events he’s in.

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ngl the medic!au is giving yosano akiko (bsd)

OMG THEY DO-

i loved her, she was one of my faves

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Lol Medic! MC is really close to Mao Mao from Apothecary diaries minus the self poisoning

YES i love the manga series so much

proud owner of all available english translated manga of it 😼

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who would medic!reader mostly tease?

i had to make a whole list and really think about this question 😭

1) sebek zigvolt

doc knows that sebek really cares about malleus and is highly concerned about his master’s overall well-being and takes it very seriously, so during conversations, doc would often tease and lie to sebek about malleus’ health status.

“how’s malleus, by the way? i sent him home this morning after he fell down some stairs and broke his arm.”

“WHAT?!”

or ;

“i’m really sorry about malleus, sebek. i hope he makes a steady recovery…”

“what happened?!”

“he told me that he’s been diagnosed with diver- pfft… d-diverticulitis and has a colonoscopy appointment later on this evening.”

2) azul ashengrotto

he knows about doc’s arsenal of raw materials kept locked away from student hands. you name it, doc most likely has it. when azul is in need of a certain ingredient that is necessary to complete a task or potion for part of a deal, they are one of the first people he turns to.

sensing his intentions as soon as azul knocks their door a certain way, medic isn’t willing to give up it up that easily. azul needs to work for it.

“for the last time, azul, i don’t accept bribes from students. that’s against the code of conduct, several rights, regulations and probably the law.”

“what can i do to convince you to give me just a single tiger tooth, medic-san?”

“can i see your merform?”

“w-wha-” azul is caught off guard by your request. sure, you’ve asked for similar things but how can anyone grow used to that.

“i’d like to examine your skin and its properties and a sample of your ink, if you don’t mind.”

“medic, h-have you no shame?!” he sputters, embarrassed by your nonchalance at such a demand.

“haha, i’m just kidding. here.”

3) adeuce duo

doc takes advantage of their competitiveness and constant need to be better than the other.

“i bet the both of you that you wouldn’t be able to chug these litre bottles of liquid, that you don’t know the contents of, in a minute.”

“if i do, i want a week’s worth of staff-quality lunches.”

“me too!”

“deal.” you can only gift them a seemingly innocent smile.

what the boys didn’t know was that the liquid had natural laxatives blended into it.

[zephyrspace]

hi, i wanted to let you know that your follower @/lesbiansinfandom has bullied/harassed many people in multiple fandoms.

you can get more information on twst-discourse-bot blog

This post is for anyone who has seen the posts of, interacted with, or felt harassed/made uncomfortable by the blog lesbiansinfandom:

You are engaging in a bad faith argument with a racist, homophobic, TERF whose only interest is driving a wedge in the fans by starting pointless discourse using buzzwords and skin-deep morals to support their irrational words.



hi! thank you so much for the warning!

after some research on the situation, i’ve taken action and blocked them from my blog so hopefully that’ll subside any hate for the time being.

i hope everyone stays safe <3

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The NRC medic has the same vibes as Yzma from The Emperor’s New Groove w/ their secret experiments, they’ve definitely accidentally turned a student into a llama before 😭

i love that movie so much 😭 and yes, i wholeheartedly agree that nurse has turned students into animals a few times

i think that the whole ‘turning students into animals’ thing leans towards it being an accident rather than it being on purpose.

“oops, i was supposed to add sea grass not-”

*poof*

“oh dear, sorry about that,” you look down to the animal in front of you and escorted them into a bed, ignoring their loud protests, “i’ll make you an antidote as quick as i can.”

and then speaking of animals, medic has definitely tricked grim into consuming their concoctions a number of times by injecting them into tuna cans.

“i will never eat my precious tuna with that sneaky medic around ever again! my ears won’t stop changin’ colours and now everyone’s callin’ me a disco ball!”

“deserved,” ace, deuce and yuu synced.

“it wasn’t like they were gonna miss their lunch! they’re staff here so they get it for free anyways! NYA-” grim feels a vice grip latching onto the top of his head. the hand forced him to look at the mentioned medic.

“if you keep refusing to take responsibility, you overgrown chihuahua, then i’ll see to it that every canned fish within the school premises is to be terminated immediately. got it?”

[zephyrspace]

Omg I see Doc as medic from team fortress, same energy, but this one have so many magical stuff and bit more tame

I can now see them pulling a student arm and snapping it back while talking how they failed at something but managed to be right at the end

i’ve never played team fortress but i’ve seen clips of it before!

i feel that medic has a tiny soft spot to those who are younger than them but has very little to no ounce of sympathy towards people their age or older.

“there, you’re good to go, epel. be careful of your surroundings next time, okay? broom crashes are highly dangerous.” placing a final bandage over his knuckles, you hand him an apple flavoured lollipop.

“thanks, doc!” epel unwraps the candy as he runs out the door. you then turn to leona, who’s already taken refuge in one of the beds.

“here’s some painkillers, bye.” throwing them without much care, you continue with your paper work.

“oi. is this it?”

“you’re a grown man, leona. a few scratches like that will heal overnight.”

“tch. just hand over the beef jerky, my patience is thinning.”

[zephyrspace]

Wanna know what I like about Medic!Yuu? They're scary, but not in the "AAAHHH RUN AWAY" kind of way. They're scary in the ".....someone keep an eye on them-" kind of way.

Imagine the angst that can written for them.

I LOVE ANGST SO MUCH

there’s so many possibilities for angst since being in the medical field is high risk = high reward.

our doc is still a teenager so they’re still bound to make mistakes and being in this field means that there’s gonna be many experiences that involve unfortunate ends.

the reason why doc is so determined to experiment various kinds of remedies and treatments is so that there’s more possibilities for cures; so that there’s more options available for the less fortunate that aren’t able to afford modern medicine.

doc is highly aware of how blessed they are, being able to access medicinal knowledge and equipment and people that are able to support them financially to have it, that’s why they’ll use these blessings to help those who aren’t given the same chance.

turning on your tape recorder, you let go of the tension in your shoulders, “use of ‘midnight dew’ as irritation ointment, test number eighty nine, unsuccessful.”

rubbing your temples, you sigh, “although morning dew has a healing and soothing quality, alkaline levels vary depending on precipitation levels the day before as mentioned in tests fifteen and thirty two. unfit treatment as the alkaline may cause more irritation and unreliable if distributed in batches. find ways to keep constant results, i.e controlled environment.” shutting off the recorder, you lean back as far as you could on your roller chair.

holding up a vile of morning dew, it shimmers along with the moonlight that seeped through your curtains. you whisper as if talking to it, “i’m not going to give up on you, i know we’ll make it work.”

doc’s family hospitals are of the private sector, meaning that they own them completely without government help and that makes treatment more expensive.

doc’s grandmother, the current head, is highly against the use of their magic on those who are visibly of lower classes. she is very proud of your family’s magic so she cares deeply on how the media sees it.

“child, i’m sure you only have good intentions, but think of the family.”

“but, grandmother-” you attempt to argue.

“-the public will think of us as cheap healing potions. our magic has been passed down for generations, improving through modernisation, new knowledge and techniques. our magic has been cultivating for centuries so of course it should be reserved for those who can afford it. we can not start handing out free consultations and help just because you felt like it. it’s selfish.” she shuts her book, finally looking at you in the eyes.

“grandmother, they were dying. i couldn’t just-” you try to reason with her again, but she raises her hand in command for you to stop talking.

“i have had enough, child. i don’t want to speak of this again.”

although it sounds easy, doc can not go against their grandmother’s words. before their first year at nrc, doc’s grandmother had put a curse around doc’s wrists that shocks them if they had used their magic in areas outside of nrc.

“please, grandmother. please, don’t do this to me. i beg of you.” you can’t rip your arms away from her iron grip, her nails digging into your skin.

“plead and beg all you want, child. this is only for your own good. trust me, this hurts me just as much as it does for you. i’ll rid of the curse when you’re ready.” starry coloured symbols start snaking around your wrists, like bracelets from the galaxy.

but, as beautiful as they look, they represent shackles that tie you down to familial piety and helplessness.

doc has volunteered in charity work with people living in poor housing conditions (which was allowed since it ‘kept up reputation and appearances’ but the curse was still on them). they help around with simple chores like laundry or maybe volunteering to teach the local kids basic education. doc can’t help but watch as these kids look so innocent and unaware of the world around them. despite what little they had, they had each other, and for now, that was enough.

when doc arrives home, sometimes, when the night grows colder, and there is no one in the world outside of doc’s room, they cry. tears for the unsuccessful tests, for those who aren’t alive because they couldn’t afford treatment, for the children, and for themselves, for not being able to do anything, being forced to stay powerless, useless and quiet.