Need To Post Sky Cotl Related Rants But Its 11 Pm And I Need To Study Ragh

Need to post sky cotl related rants but its 11 pm and i need to study ragh

ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖, 𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕒, 𝔸𝕫𝕦𝕝, 𝕍𝕚𝕝 & 𝕀𝕕𝕚𝕒

Part two - Making up with them is here!

Those take place near the beginning of your relationship and there will be part two with making up with them!

Content warning: Arguments, Azul and Idia being little shits, ANGST

𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒

~It was bound to happen sooner or later.

~After his overblot accident, he kept visibly improving, but it doesn’t mean that all of his flaws suddenly went flying outta the window.

~As your lover, he was truly nothing but courteous towards you ever since you started dating, but, he, he constantly kept watching over you. At first, his care was enamouring, but it soon started bothering you how close of a watch he kept over your grades and that for some reason, the first person who hears about a failed test of yours is not you, but him.

~You were aware of his good intentions, so you tried to just ignore it. Despite his busy schedule and duties he always found time to help you with your studies at least for two hours a week, so you should be able to shrug off a bit of discomfort?

~But then he started poking his nose in your school work more and more, constantly reminding you to do your homework and asking about your results. More than 50% of the times when he texted you were connected with your studies. It began bothering you even more, but it wasn’t like you could just tell your caring boyfriend to fuck off.

~You did not feel happy at all when Crewel announced your high score on the latest test, but instead of praising you for it, he said that ‘The Roseheart’s work has paid off’.

~Soon, you found yourself barely reading most of his messages and simply ignoring them. When you were questioned about your lack of responses, you just said that you simply weren’t looking at your phone that often or you were busy.

~It was a solution temporary at best, and soon you found yourself snapping at Riddle, during one of your dates.

“I thought it was supposed to be a normal date,” you attempted to hide your disappointment with a bored, slightly irritated tone that met confusion on your boyfriend’s side.

“I believe it is normal, why wouldn’t it be?” You didn’t know whether to feel bothered or simply hurt by his obliviousness.

“Well, you know,” you tried your best to hide the anger growing inside of you. “On normal dates, people usually talk about lots of different stuff. They ask each other, ‘how was your day’, ‘did you do anything fun lately’, ‘how did you sleep’, even something as trivial as ‘what did you have for breakfast today’ is better than bringing my goddamn grades and schoolwork into every goddamn conversation!”

Your voice’s volume unexpectedly went significantly higher, surprising both of you.

From there on, everything became a blur of raised voices and hurtful words. You only remembered torn-out pieces of your argument, but those were enough to prevent you from apologising which led to your eventual leave and separation.

“I am only doing this because you cannot take care of it on your own!”

“If my bad grades disturb you so much, why don’t you find someone who actually can live up to your high expectations!”

Your back slid down the wall of your room as you sat, hiding your face in your arms.

The only thing good about this whole situation was that your “date” was located deep in the Rose maze and it was very unlikely that anybody heard you. Last thing you wanted were rumours going all around the school about the two of you.

𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊

~Bound to happen sooner or later pt.2

~It really felt heavenly to finally be able to date the person you have been pining for a long time. You could shower him with the love you have been stuffing inside of yourself and not be pushed away, but even welcomed to do so!

~You couldn’t sometimes stop yourself from wondering, though. Does he really feel the same as you? Every time you heard a half-joking remark that your relationship appeared lowkey one-sided to others, you simply laughed it off, but sometimes, when you were left alone in your room, lying on the bed, you couldn’t help it. You tossed around in sheets as your thoughts swirled around in your head. Your relationship wasn’t one-sided, right?

~Next days, you’d subconsciously seek confirmation from Leona himself. You’d fall asleep cuddled into each other in the botanical gardens; your worries temporarily soothed.

~But the doubts would always come back. Sooner or later.

~Consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t even notice yourself drifting apart from your boyfriend who was somewhat alarmed by your distant behaviour. Usually, you were more… chatty. But now you were spending all the time together so quietly, he almost had an impression that you were not even there.

Why do I feel like something’s missing all the time?

We’re happy together, right?

Does he really love me?

Or am I more like a toy meant to make time pass faster?

What if he wasn’t even interested in me from the beginning?

What if the feeling he mistook for love was something completely different?

What if the only reason why he wanted to date me-

“Herbivore,” you almost jumped at the sudden interruption to your thoughts. Your eyes hesitantly climbed up his silhouette sprawled under one of the trees to finally meet his questioning gaze.

It was different from the lazy look he usually gave you when you were chilling together. This time it was, well, more present. He observed every move you made, calculating, analysing.

But you were too absent to notice.

“Do you really want us together, Leona?” You blurted out without thinking. It was a warm afternoon, but you couldn’t help getting goosebumps. As if the temperature has suddenly dropped a few degrees.

“Obviously,” came the answer. It was clear and precise, but for some reason, you couldn’t believe it. Not completely. The words were here, but they lacked action to back them up. In your boyfriend’s eyes flashed the briefest shadow of concern.

Since you already started it, might as well finish.

“No, Leona. I mean it,” you clenched your hands into fists, “are you really certain that you are not mistaking your feelings for something else?”

This time, the answer came after a few long seconds.

“What do you mean by that?” His tone was now sharper, cautious, yet somehow provocative.

You couldn’t handle the sudden tension.

“I mean, maybe we should take a break to rethink our relationship.”

Leona quickly shook off the shock that overtook him for a second when he registered you standing up to leave.

“Our relationship is fine!” He stood up as well, attempting to resonate with you while feeling irritation slowly building up in the back of his head.

“No, it’s not!” you gritted your teeth. The sun rays that were brushing your skin so soothingly now were like sharp claws penetrating your eyes. You suddenly felt dizzy. You heard Leona growl.

“The hell’s your problem?”

“My problem is that we are both in a relationship, but the only one acting like we are is me! Can you look me in the eyes and sincerely assure me that this is not just a fling to pass the time, but you actually love me?”

Just when he was about to answer, his eyes met yours. He saw how tears were threatening to fall down every second now and how your hands shook. It was not the anger he expected. It was pain.

That was when he made the greatest mistake. He turned around and left, leaving you hurt and convinced that you were really no one for the person you dedicated your heart to.

Ⓐⓩⓤⓛ

~…No one saw this coming.

~You two were like two lovebirds in the honeymoon phase – completely enamoured with each other (and severely bullied by two certain eels).

~You could spend hours and hours together, separating with pain so you could come back to each other with a newfound passion.

~It was wonderful, but you soon noticed something about him – his possessiveness – his insecurities – his jealousy

~He was at the moment, one of the most important people in your life and you never denied that, but that didn’t mean you had no other friends at all.

~A hug feels completely different when it’s the other person latching onto you while you want to break free.

~You tried to just endure it, after all, there’s never too much affection?

~Still, you did not like all those questions he asked about your relationships with other students. At first he was discreet – so discreet you didn’t even notice at first.

~But sending one of the tweels to accompany you wherever you went was like a bucket of cold water that opened your eyes to how his behaviour was crossing some of your boundaries.

~And it wasn’t even the twins that you disliked – the opposite. Jade was so elegant and pleasant to spend time with, and Floyd was so energetic and fun, you were never bored with them.

~But the downside was, most people avoided Jade and Floyd – by having them around you all the time, it just happened that you also became avoided. Even Ace and Deuce didn’t approach you as often as they used to. Even Grim was wary.

~It started to bother you. Everything was supposed to be so beautiful now, you had good friends you could rely on, a lovely boyfriend you could never get enough of… But of course, something had to go wrong.

“So you are simply acquaintances, am I correct?” You ran your fingers through your hair, feeling increasing discomfort under your boyfriend’s polite, yet so crushing gaze. “Therefore surely, minimising your contact would not be a problem?” You stood up. Your tired body almost protested against your brain, unwilling to leave such a comfortable armchair.

“I think I’m done explaining how I am not in love and cheating on you with my friends, Azul.”

You could swear that from the corner of your eye, you could see him flinch as panic flashed through his face before being replaced by a gentle smile. It felt as if you just imagined it.

“You know that is not what I meant, Angelfish,” he stood up as well and slowly made his way towards you.

“The problem here is that I never know what you mean, Azul. You say some things, but I never know how much is really true,” you spoke with exasperation, “one second you say that you care about me the most in the world, the other one I look around and suddenly all of my friends avoid me. Is that what you call caring, Azul? Do you really trust me so little?”

Drops of sweat started appearing on your boyfriend’s forehead. It was getting harder and harder to keep up his composure, especially when now he found himself lacking words.

“That-, That is not-! Angelfish, please sit down. Surely, we can talk this through,” a pleading note appeared in his voice and you almost gave up the whole argument.

But then again, you found yourself too deep in your grudge to back down now.

“People get lonely, you know? Do you know how I felt when my own friends-”

“Do you know how I feel watching you spending time, smiling and laughing with them? Constantly dreading the moment, when you decide that they suit you better and leave me?!”

“So you thought, if you cut all the people out of my life, I’d run into your arms just like that?!”

You didn’t even remember the rest of the argument. What stayed drilled into your memory though, was the sudden hostility of his room. Even now you could hear his distant shouting echoing through your head.

You turned up the volume of the movie, and hugged Grim more tightly, while Deuce put a comforting hand on your arm, and Ace tried to cheer you up, by making more terrible jokes, that almost made you cackle at their weirdness.

𝓥𝓲𝓵

~Bound to happen pt.3

~Needless to say, you were insecure already. You were dating a famous model and actor who emanated perfection. While your self-esteem might not have been tragically low, of course, you had thoughts.

~No matter how much he doted on you… Sometimes, sometimes, the message he wanted to send would differ from the message you received. “I’m taking care of your looks, because I want you to look your best and see your worth, like a sapphire that needs to be polished”, becomes “Without me taking care of your looks, you’re worthless and ugly.”

~You really enjoyed your self-care time. It was fun, and it was relaxing, but somehow, you could never let your hair down fully.

~Let’s set things straight, Vil’s presence was overwhelming. You loved Vil with your whole heart – you really did, but you were constantly stressed out that you’d do something wrong. That a single mistake could lead to that gentle love becoming an acidic poison of disdain, once he finally realises that you were not worthy of his time from the very beginning.

~The bitterly-sweet mixture of joy and fear whenever you saw your boyfriend was eating you alive. It was so toxic, yet you had no idea how to get rid of it.

~And that nickname. It was the worst. Whenever he called you that- no matter how affectionately, with a tone reserved only for you, you couldn’t help feeling like just one of the many. A fish in the sea. Every time you heard it, it reminded you how there’s not much difference between you and the other potatoes – except you got lucky. One lucky potato is really not any better than the rest, is it?

“I don’t like it.”

“Pardon?” Vil shot you a quick glance. He could see, today you looked somewhat nervous, but he didn’t pay that any mind. His thoughts were already in the important photoshoot four days ahead. His first mistake.

“I don’t want you to call me a potato,” you crossed your arms, finding comfort in the coolness of the wall barely brushing your back.

“What do you want to be called then?” The man in front of you didn’t even look at you this time, too busy going through his eyeshadow palette. He barely listened, which might have been the reason why he didn’t sense it coming. He didn’t take your words seriously. For some reason, he decided it was just a teasing game.

“I don’t know,” came your answer which served as an excuse of some sort. An excuse for him to avert his attention from you completely. And he almost did. But then came your next question, “What am I to you?”

“You’re my potato.”

When Vil recalled that conversation a while later, he came to a painfully obvious conclusion, that he should have bit his tongue, rather than answered like that.

You bit your lip and just stood there quietly, letting your boyfriend dress you up like a pretty doll.

Days passed, and stuff did not get any better.

You became more reserved. It felt as if you were surrounded by walls in a small, claustrophobic room.

For Vil, he gave you loving advice, but all you heard were orders. Did you date a guy or a superior? Why did you constantly need to hear about everything you do wrong? Do you not have enough on your head already?

The pain was like a seed planted in doubt, that soon grew and bloomed into frustration, annoyance and anger. Soon, it came to the situation, where you started simply avoiding him.

That didn’t help.

If anything, it created an even bigger rift between the two of you.

(un)Luckily, there was a very observant person who figured everything out quickly, by the Pomefiore dorm leader’s side.

Rook approached you often and encouraged you to speak about your feelings in his twisted language. He hinted a few things to his dorm leader also, and it would have even worked, if he didn’t change his mind and refrained from interfering out of sheer curiosity.

“What do you like about me, Vil?” Came the unexpected question after he finally managed to catch you and drag you over to his dorm.

“Everything.” He answered nonchalantly, tilting your chin a bit to the left so he could apply the eyeliner correctly. You shifted in the velvet chair.

“…Would you still like me if I were ugly?”

That made his hand stop for a brief second.

“What’s with those questions?”

“Answer me,” your tone got sharper and a bit louder this time, which earned you a sigh.

“There’s no such thing as ugly. You would always be beautiful in your own way, and I would help you enhance it, so you could be your best self.”

Maybe in other circumstances, you would have even believed it.

If you weren’t sitting there, in a chair in his room being dressed up like a doll. You always looked so amazing afterwards. But no matter how pretty, you could never bring yourself to really like it for a long time now. You couldn’t shake off the sensation that it was not for you, but for him – even if common sense told you otherwise.

And so, you kept persisting.

“What if you couldn’t ‘enhance my beauty’? What if you were forced to accept me as I am?”

Vil straightened his back. The left corner of his beautiful, violet-painted lips went downwards.

“What is that supposed to mean, potato?”

Even now, he was standing, domineering over your now smaller form, judging you from behind his ridiculously long eyelashes.

Why couldn’t you be equals for once?

“Nothing. You should just consider that constant critique and loads of makeup may not be boosting my confidence?” You stood up as well. He scoffed.

“Everything I have ever said and done was meant for your improvement.”

“What if I feel fine the way I am and you’re the one who keeps making me tired and insecure?

“Are you suggesting that I don’t know what I’m doing?”

“Well, perhaps even the Great Vil Schoenheit makes mistakes and is not above everyone else after all?”

You were suddenly pulled by the urge to insult him – to show him how imperfect he really was. You tried to hold back – and in a sense, you did, but the words that managed to get out were like a few drops of gasoline poured into the freshly started fire of insults none of you meant.

But arguments with the Pomefiore leader were not angry yells. They were like a snake slowly nearing its prey.

He was not only the master of sharp critique but also the hidden ones, serving as slow-acting poison. And so, during your first bigger argument, you came to see the side of Vil, you never have.

Although the real pain you went through was a few hours later, sitting in your bedroom, replaying the whole thing in your head, when all the hurtful things he said to you, finally settled in.

Ｉｄｉａ

~Here, it’s tough to tell if this was to be expected because the answer is both yes and no.

~You took it easy with him from the very beginning. You loved him a lot, but you didn’t expect much from him at the same time.

~Unlike Ortho, who was simply ecstatic when the two of you finally got together. Since Idia attempted to hide his state from you, his younger brother was the one constantly chirping about how in love his older brother is with you.

~Dating Idia felt like eating chemical blue jelly late at night and drinking black bubble tea with extra ice. He was fun, he was ironic, he was creative and unexpectedly gentle. You lived for your gaming nights when along with Ortho, you could spend whole nights in their room, stuffing yourself with quick, filling foods and gaming snacks while either competing, cooperating or just holding him from behind and watching him play (he’s so flustered and determined to impress you he almost dies several times).

~And then, when you’re finally too exhausted from the games, with your backs aching terribly and your eyes stinging, you find yourselves laying on the floor next to each other and discussing the gameplay, soundtracks, character designs and the plots of the games you played. And it was the best feeling in the whole world.

~Even in school, you could usually find his floating tablet somewhere around, but only approaching when you were alone.

~Yet even so, he still had his flaws. Several years of seclusion took their toll not only on his mental health and social skills, but also on his general worldview.

~Up until now, he rarely had to watch his mouth, because the people he talked to were either insignificant to him, or fictional. He could always go back. Try different options. Reset and reload. Ortho was the only exception. He mattered, but he was still, more or less programmed to understand and support him.

~Which led to him often running his mouth carelessly around you and hurting you in the process.

~Obviously, even if you disliked that, his behaviour was still justified, so you didn’t dwell on it for too long. Your boyfriend seemed to be living in his own world, that only seemed to accept you partially. As if it was almost, heistant? As if you were just another variable in the never ending equation that could change any minute now.

Idia + Y/n = x

/-Y/n

Idia = x - Y/n

Data Error

Try again?

“Huh? Uh, sorry. Now what was I? Right, so about that character…”

~Money could not buy everything. Idia never cared about the costs, when it came to buying you gifts. Mostly merch and random stuff you saw advertised online and impulsively decided to buy it.

~He had a huge tendency to drown you in stuff whenever he noticed you were still irritated with him.

~Your boyfriend simply dumped some presents on you and just assumed that now you’re too amazed by the gifts to be mad at him. Still, not his fault.

~But what bothered you the most was how self-centred he was. Constantly demanding attention. Constantly demanding praise. Wanting to have your eyes on himself all the time. That was one thing. But he also rarely noticed you. Too blinded by himself, he rarely paid any attention to your successes.

“You passed that tough magical history exam? Oh! I remember when I was in the same unit. I nailed it.”

…

“You still angry about that? Why? I didn’t even mean it.”

…

“Look, I completed that level on the first try on hard mode. Amazing, huh?”

“Yes, you’re amazing, Idia.”

Your boyfriend shot you a sideways glance, minimally turning his face from the screen. ”Something wrong? You’re not holding me today.”

“I think I should go back to my dorm.”

“What?!” This time, you gained his full attention – at least for a few seconds. “No way! There’s still so much for us to do! We were supposed to play that new game- and-!”

“I’m tired, Idia.”

“T-That’s fine too! You can lay on my bed- you- you- know you can! Or, or if you want, we can lay down together and-!”

“Nah, I’m leaving.”

You rose up from your sitting position with your back leaning on his bed frame.

You barely made a few steps towards the door, before he bolted up and clung to you.

“Wait-wait! Was, was this something I said? Or done? Did I do anything? You know I didn’t mean it!” His voice was starting to vibrate with a hysteric note, but there was no one to calm him down. In the dim, blue light coming from various devices, there was only the two of you. Ortho was deep in his sleep-charging mode.

The cool air gave you goosebumps. Has his room always been this cold?

“Let me go, Idia,” you warned, tired and annoyed.

“NO! I-I mean, I want to know, I just want to know, did I make you upset-”

“You are making me upset right now, Idia.”

Your tone almost made him shiver, but his grip only became more frantic.

“Idia!”

You clenched your fists. You were hurt, yet now you were the one hurting him! This was not supposed to-

Goddamnit! You had to get out of here as soon as possible!”

You yanked your arm away and only managed to be calmed down by the soothing chill of the fresh, night air.

That night, you spent a lot of time, having a walk in the darkness, before turning your steps towards your dorm.

Implied book 6 spoilers

My apologies for not posting a lot, life’s been real annoying and art block is hitting like a brick. Finding motivation to do stuff is hard, but I’m working on it!

Anyways, here’s an animatic to prove I’m not dead!

Song: Love Like You

J

Just a reminder

- Jamil is basicly a glorified slave

- Kalim and Jamil are not at fault for everything (it was out of their control on how they were raised)

- Malleus is technically younger than silver (him being 378 and silver being 517)

- Ace calls out people when needed (Ghost bride event + him calling out trey)

- Vil is the most caring and supportive (aside from kalim) housewarden [he would not be fatphobic, be a bigot etc wtf are you people on about]

- Lilia is not a good father (his ass does NOT know how to deal with children and he lies, a lot.)

- Sebek is his own person (why do people compare diasomnia to n@zi related stuff)

- Idia is not an incel (for those who view him as an incel unironically)

- Fuck Disney, Fuck yana

Nothing’s new, Jamil Viper 🐍

I’m not sorry

Been getting more into Silkali lately

Maybe I'm alone on this one (though Idgaf lol), but the way I see them is that they're highschool sweethearts. They're this couple that dated in highschool but then went their separate ways, not bc they fought nor bc they weren't "right" for each other, but bc they had different goals and paths in life

Like I'm genuinely team Kalim-abandons-his-title and I would love for fanfic writers to explore this idea more, but it's not just the fact that we don't know how Kalim actually feels about it. He seems complacent imo, like the possibility of just leaving hasn't crossed his mind, not to mention abandoning his status as heir of the Asim would most likely mean never seeing his family again. Which would be hard on Kalim since his family is everything he has, he loves his siblings a lot considering that he makes an effort to remember all their names even if he lost count of how many they are. It would be a very risky decision, one he could make since he's impulsive to a default, but is a decision with big consequences he won't be able to go back on

On the other hand, I think Silver would talk him out of it. Silver would probably feel guilty at the prospect of Kalim having to leave his family just so Silver can be with his own family. The guilt will drown him and make him miserable even if Kalim constantly reassures him that "it's okay" and "I'm happy here with you", Silver can see the longing in Kalim's eyes. In Briar Valley, Kalim would be away from his family. He can't contact his siblings, he can't wish them happy birthday, and he can't go to the funeral (either of one of his parents or a sibling that got attempted against) he had to learn about through the news... Kalim would probably repress all this negative feelings to focus on the positive ones, but Silver won't be able to take it and would blame himself for it all

And it's not like Silver would go with Kalim to Scalding Sands. I don't think he'll ever leave Lilia and Malleus' side willingly and Kalim wouldn't force him

So yeah, they remain like those friends that used to date on highschool that separated amicably. They invite each other to each other's important events, they catch up weekly, they're one of the first people to be called when something good happens to the other. They wish each other love, health and a good life...