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The serotonin I got because they all look great- I even see some familiar names on here and I’m glad the fandom is still running strong  👏🏻. 

I love OCs so much. The character design, the backstories, *mwah* all of itttt. So these are just a few are from content creators or OCs I've met through omrptwt.

Throwing my own hoes under the cut

"This high up?!" "Not on my watch!"

Late Beans Day stuff with my OCs ╭(♡･ㅂ･)و ̑̑ 《 🦂 • ✒ • 🌱 》

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The moment you see this waved across a battle field is the moment you begin sending your prayers-

Turning irl flags into the flags of Twisted Wonderland part 1/?; Briar Valley

Fae tend to be around the UK in folk lore, and Maleficent is a dragon, so bam. The Welsh flag has never looked so badass.

See it wave here (you gotta save the image so you can upload it)! Reblog very much appreciated!

Queendom of Hearts is most likely next, but which Twisted Wonderland territory should I give a flag after that?

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@spoopy-fish-writes @yanderepuck @mcofthemansion @a-chaotic-dumbass @rrasado

The young ravenette looked out the window of the cafe, even the tinted glass didn't stop her gaze from falling onto the horizon lined by the ocean. Getting ready for the day was one of her most peaceful moments, taking the time to check everything but this time... she felt a rather odd sense of comfort from where her stares lingered.

"Something good is about to happen, and when it does... the moonlight will bare witness to the ocean's doings."

It was a fleeting whisper barely audible, yet heard by two other helpers hiding within the shadows of the unopened Cafe. With an amused chuckle she gave one final peek to the azure waves before going back to her business. Perhaps a message in a bottle will flow adrift once more.

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A mermaid lurks in the waves of her home. Her secluded mangrove roots created a perfectly private home. While there weren’t any dancing anemones and colorful corals, it was home. The marine creature weaved herself out of the tangled roots and kicked up some sand as her fins swayed in the ocean waves carrying her out to the open sea.

The mermaid’s pale yellow-grey tail glimmers as she quickly swims into the depths of the blue waves to where she finds a familiar abandoned shipwreck; it is where her treasury of pearls is safely hidden away from greedy thieves. Past the wooden doors overgrown with flowing green algae, colorful corals, and anemones peacefully welcome the mermaid shark. The sun shines brightly onto the turquoise blue and slowly descends into beautiful dark navy waters–quaint-filled small knick-knacks and shelves full of glass bottles and some with paper scrolls.

Light brown webbed hands reach out to the cramped selves and retrieve four filled orbs and bottles. Each item had odd silhouettes and surface dweller’s flora. The shark mermaid swims towards and makes her way down the rotting overgrown wreckage. Starlight hair sprawls behind her as the items in her faintly scared arms clink and clank along her movements. 

The mermaid swam to the darkest depths with familiarity etched into her actions as the mer-woman turned into a dimly lit cave. The dark and gloomy area’s atmosphere is in stark contrast to the sunken ship’s somewhat familiar yet somber aura. Despite how it may seem, the dreary cave helped the marine creature focus, and it acted as a secluded room for her to continue her work with little to no interruptions. Despite its initial usage as a workroom of sorts, the starlight-haired woman found it comforting and used it as a way to spy on the land.

The centerpiece in her hidden room was a large rock cauldron, the lip of a pot’s spindle-like stalagmites giving as dangerous allure as the shark-mer approaches as the foreboding centerpiece. The bottles and orbs clink as the young creature’s gills open on her neck and sides of her shark end. Gingerly allowing the fragile trinkets to float in the water before her golden interested gaze. Even though the eerily ambiance of the cave would make it hard to see the minute details of the ornaments for other humans, she wasn’t human, now was she?

“Hm, What to choose. Each one has the essence of the people it represents. These two,” The mermaid grasps the cork sealed glass containers, white shadows of a short-haired and long-haired figure, walking in opposite directions. The red encrusted seared bottle was simple in aesthetic but what it lacked in eye candy made things more interesting. The yellow-bowed glass seemingly was full of stars and a miniature tree as the long-haired figure looked forlorn.

The mer-shark turns to the last sky-filled the jar with butterflies, and lean-looking fiery flowers outstretched to the insects. The bejeweled orange bow floats in the waters as the white-haired woman experimentally pokes at its invisible wall. The bottle limply tilts and rotates before her with an amused smirk curling on the mermaid’s face. The last items differed from the glass-filled bottles, two orbs filled with flora and rare growing see-through crystals.

“Or, these others, quite the predicament.” Indecision ebbs into the mermaid as white strands float behind the woman as nothing answers her rhetorical question. ‘I wonder how long I’ll have to stay down here, and I do have a business on the surface to tend to up there.’ The shark-mer thoughtfully glances toward the keen selection as a webbed hand reaches towards one of the floating items and raises it to her eyes. A quizzical expression appears as she violently throws the glass into the cauldron. A thunderous cloud explodes, and streaks of color appear and illuminate the darkened cavern. Soon the clouds start to come and absorb unnaturally, forming into useless shapes at first.

Mother-like coos roll from the mermaid’s tongue as she urges the abnormally swelling bubble to configure itself into something more visible, something more telling.

A purple mist bursts from the swelling bubble, and a young man with brown and red hair appears before in the mist. His face cooly steward as he looks off. “Zane Fredrick, a man, stranded to Royal Sword.” {See post}

A gentle mix of pink, blue, and green seeps into the grey cloud as it pops. A young woman with a focused expression on her face. “Monica Cyrus, the woman stranded in an unknown world. Hm, more than one person from mysterious circumstances… Odd.” {See post}

Vibrant reds and yellows take over and writhe. The cloud gathers together and shows an outline of a lizard or a dragon. “Professor Lòng of Royal Sword.” {See Post}

The vibrancy of warm colors mellows and transforms into gentle pastel colors. A pair of slips appear in the cloud as the mermaid reaches the last orb. “Leif Sinter, the 1st year of RSA with a little secret of his own.” {See Post}

The last orb in the shark’s possession was a humble flower-filled looking glass. As she recounts this person’s name and drops the bubble into her cauldron, the mist turns into a black outline of a rosebud. “Roselio Cantilena, quite literally the baby of this bunch.” {See Post}

“That looks like all of them, as of now. Hope they’re all doing well.” Lifting her chin from propped up hands as she looked on in mild intrigue, a tired sigh pulled from her lips, and she looked to the entrance of her small hideaway to see a nameless merman in her doorway skeptically. Calling out, “Sherbert Wellman? May I speak with you?”

Tagging: @rrasado @anevilbunnyinthehat 👉👈

MGA KABABAYAN, TURN IT UP 🙌 《 🦚 • 🦁 • 🦉 》

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THEM *#&#>#; THE DEARIES AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Leona and Cece's children Part 2

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OK that's it I admit my horrid defeat he's [STATIC] what have I done I know it's a road to acceptance but I think I crashed my magic wheel at the destination heck I'm reading this on my way home on a bus and my nausea isn't from the ride its from whatever f*cking feeling this makes me feel 😭

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The impulse that is me trying to get over my fear of acceptance and I'm doing it by requesting some delicious angst/lh ily sherbet-nee. May I request 💧 4. “Before you go. Was there something I could’ve said to make your heartbeat better?” with Azul :)

Storm to Weather

Author’s Note: RRAS BUNSO, MY CHOLD Ooooo! Angst! Hehehe. Time to pull out all the stops. I’ve wanted to write some reader x Azul angst, too but haven’t had a good idea for it, thus explaining it being so late. ( ; - ; ) also reader isn't Yuu/Mc

Trigger Warnings: no fluff, only Angst :)c

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: It wasn’t a secret you and Azul hated each other. From differences in moral codes, mental processing, and overall demeanor. You were polar opposites, yet one day, Azul noticed the stoic expression you proudly wore breaks ever so slightly. He graciously takes notes of this and asks what plagues you so. After a bizarre, rare heart-to-heart, weeks later, word had it you left for your world. A flurry of emotions overcome him. Was it really hate that he felt for you?

Azul Ashengrotto tiredly walks through the institution’s hallways, books in hand, walking to his last class of the day. The carpeted floors muffle the gentle click of his dress shoes. Azul straightened his posture and pushed up his glasses. Today was a long day, even though he had to admit that. Perhaps it’s because he had Professor Vargas’ class at the crack of dawn for his first period, or maybe the fact Floyd was in his ‘good moods.’ The taller eelmer pestered everyone he crossed paths with, making some of their peers complain to the Octavinelle leader.

One more class to get over, then time to open the Mostro Lounge for business. In the corner of his gaze, he saw a familiar figure sitting alone on a bench, looking rather odd if he did say so himself. It wasn’t a common occurrence to see you alone and in a somewhat melancholy manner too. What a rare instance this is undoubted, Azul thought to himself.

Despite how incredibly rocky your relationship was now, it wasn’t always like that before. Azul would constantly pester you with his underhanded methods of ‘kindly’ offering a way to lift your sorrows and grant you a wish; all you need to do is to tell him.

But that was until your fights over before the second year ensued. Your masks of poise and elegance immediately dropped when you got used to Twisted Wonderland and Night Raven College. You never grasped how he'd be so vindictive and calculating with his intelligence. You'd admit he was brilliant, to a scary degree, but the reasons and his lack of… well moral sense made it hard for you even to stand his discussions in class.

He never thought he’d hate you so much for meddling in his plans. You were just an annoyance jabbing into his snarky remarks in and out of classes. Azul never gave you much thought initially because who would? You weren't spectacular. You didn't have anything that Azul could use for his benefit. You had no form of identification, no unspeakable riches, or a royal lineage. No magic, only a pest that bothered and messed with his plans.

You didn’t see eye to eye, and honestly, in some way, you liked that you had people who didn’t care for you and vice versa. In your mind, it made you all the more humbled instead of an egotistical person, grounding you to reality. He made no effort to understand you personally and had no motive unless you had something, but today Ashengrotto made an exception. People merely suffering are the types he can easily manipulate to his will. He had no problem using his sharp tongue to bind you to his contracts. If he could say so himself, you did look like you needed some of his merciful benevolence.

The silver-haired man ignored the odd feeling that seemingly weighed on his heart. He deduces it to be a strange bundle of nerves alongside wanting to scout out what ailed you. He’d no doubt face cold-shoulder scolding on your part, but it was worth a shot to show and act the part of utter kindness. His legs carried him to the front of the wooden bench you sat on, his blue eyes glinted with faux compassion, his icy cold logic turning the wheels in his head, running through possible ways to reel in another poor soul.

Azul opened his mouth and spoke with his usual politeness, yet still, it had hints of backhandedness. His lips curl into his well-crafted smile. “Dear me, what seems to plague you? It's not normal seeing someone like you so mournful. What seems to be the problem, and if you need, I'd love to be a shoulder to lean on.”

A steady, deep breath through your nose as you don't spare him even a glance, only moving your unreadable gaze to the large pearl white clouds that crowded the blue sky. You ignore him, too, absorbed into your thoughts, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to deal with him right now. Azul felt a little vein pop up on his forehead. You blatantly ignored the questioning second year, but he didn’t let it show as he gently prodded the student. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to get one of the more wary students to reveal any of their secrets. The second year gently pressed onward but in a little sterner tone.

“May I sit beside you? Is there something on your mind that I can help you with? I'm delighted to help, you need only ask.” The logical man asked his rhetorical question as he scanned your face, trying to gauge any reaction to your forlorn visage. He was greeted with nothing, not a disgusting side-eyed glance toward him or a subtle note of compliance.

It unnerved him, with how hollow you acted towards him, not even a glance or a sign of acknowledgment. Perhaps you finally had enough of him and his antics to ignore him? He meant so little to you now that you work as if he's nothing to you? Why did that sting him so much? Ah. It must be his pride. Yes. It's definitely his pride that hurts. It can’t be anything else.

An irritated sigh leaves his lips, his exasperation covering Azul’s wary, pipped curiosity. You gently pat the lone bench for him to sit down, scooting further away. You still had that odd look on your face, and the Octopus merman sat down, albeit slowly. You felt Azul’s quizzical gaze, and another heavy sigh rolls from your lips. Why were you about to talk to him? Why did you even tell him to sit down? Was it because you felt that much at a loss to reveal a sliver of what Azul thrived on? It didn’t matter, actually, about what he’d do because this piece of cryptic information wouldn’t be deemed beneficial anymore after you take your leave of Twisted Wonderland.

It shocked you down to your very core when Crowley came bounding to you saying that he, after many trials and errors, finally! Finally, found a way to send you back home. How strange, that word lifted your anxiety and sorrow, yet, why did it fill you with a storm welling inside you? You asked the Dean to give you a few weeks, despite how you desired to return home; ironically, you loved this place too, its people, its lore, and you got used to calling Twisted Wonderland your temporary home. You never thought the enigmatic headmaster would find a spell or portal to transport you back. It tore at your heart, but you can’t help but bitterly laugh at your predicament, straight out of some piece of fiction.

You already knew your answer, but you wanted to savor this world for a few more weeks before you bid farewell to only your closest confidants. It would hurt them, yes, but they didn't realize how it hurt seeing your friends have a family, friends, a world they knew to live in; you allowed yourself to enact your first and final selfish wish.

You wanted to go home; you had people waiting for you; you had family and friends you wanted to grow up with and your way of life. But with a beautiful twist, as your stay got prolonged, you made friends, made memories, and had a lot of bumps in the road, but you treasured this place too. That’s why you’d write personalized letters to your friends and ask them to send you off.

Out of the shroud of your chaotic thoughts, you turn your body to the end of the bench’s handrail. You prop your arm on the cold metal to look at Azul last time. He was undoubtedly busy in the coming weeks, and to be quite honest. You weren’t sure how you felt about him. It was complicated. Perhaps it’s an odd mix of admiration for how he is now and hate for his glaring flaws. But looking at the well-dressed man now, a faint smile paints your lips.

“Say Azul? How do you deal with the aftermath of a storm at Sea?”

Your question and nonchalant yet melancholic posture threw him for a loop. His eyes widen, and his mouth is slightly agape. He shakes his surprise, gathering his thoughts as he presses his glasses further up his nose. Azul hastily answers the somewhat out-of-the-blue question. It felt like a red flag, as funny as it is. Were you planning something, or were you genuinely curious about life at sea? Perhaps you got spurred on by the large rain clouds that gathered in the distance? So many questions but so few answers popped into his mind.

“E-excuse me,” Azul utters out as he forms his words. He continues as you look on with interest. “Well, it depends on where the merpeople you’re asking live. Deep sea merfolk like myself don’t feel such a difference like the rain or thunder like surface dwellers. There are times when the currents are too strong, meaning food becomes scarce in certain parts. But others that reside closer to the surface may build shelters or swim to the depths. It all rather depends.”

A smooth knowledgable delivery as he glances towards your face again. What a fitting way for him to answer, you thought to yourself. Azul takes in that look is still plastered on your face as you thoughtfully nod at his answer. It still was unnerving, but perhaps that odd question was a gateway. He ignored the feeling bubbling in his chest the longer he felt he should ask more questions. Why did he care all of a sudden about your well-being? No matter, by some urge that before he could stop, he told you a story.

“There was a horrible storm where I was from when I was little; some of the people that lived further up north had to skip school for fear of the winds above carrying the frost and more dangerous waves. Many people had to stay in their homes for days, only rarely going out for food. The aftermath of that storm made people wary of the sea’s currents. On rare occasions, some got trapped in the depths and never escaped. I didn't go to school for a while after that storm, but that didn't mean I stopped my studies.”

While Azul was vague, it still dumbfounded him that he'd be this open to someone he hated, but perhaps that's what was needed to break through and wrap you around his finger. The clouds above you hung over the school, blanketing the atmosphere in dim light as some students could be heard in the distance.

“I'm sorry. I didn't know it was a,” You pause, gathering your thoughts as you find the words, “different world down there. Where I'm from, we did the same, for the school part, I mean. But flooding wasn't uncommon either. Depending on how bad the storm was, we’d have school canceled to help our families or something else. But thank you, Azul, for answering my questions, and I'm sorry for the rambles. I'll be going now.”

Rising from the bench, you gave him a bittersweet smile and left him still wondering if there was something it made you feel better; that look on your face was haunting in a sense.

It's been about two weeks since you and he had that peculiar interaction, and he couldn’t get it out of his head. Everything felt strange like you were giving him a sign of something upcoming.

“Did you hear? Kelpy left.” Floyd sadly stated at lunch as he placed his tray on the table.

You left Twisted Wonderland. So that’s why your friends had less spark in them. They were heartbroken. But why did his heart ache even more knowing he didn't even say goodbye?

"Some nerve you have, guppy" 《🦈》

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Perhaps I should reconsider how I view horn man

Its a rainy night at the Ramshackle dorm and you're struggling to sleep. You breathe out a silent sigh as you sit up, thinking of what to do...

You eventually come to the decision of taking a night time stroll, hoping that maybe going out for a while will help clear your head a bit. After all, the past few months have been very busy, especially with all of the dorm leaders (and vice dorm leader Jamil) coming to a dangerous and terrifying overblot.

You carefully get up from bed, trying your best to not wake up Grim who's made himself comfortable in the covers. You cant help but look at how cute the small monster is as he snores a bit, shifting to take place in the center of the bed like a human world cat would do.

You prepare yourself to be heading out of the dorm, but just before you can open the doors...

"Eh? Where are you going?"

"Don't you see how late it is?"

"You arent seriously going out this late, are you?"

Asked a trio of familiar ghosts, a small hint of concern in their voices. You apologize for possibly waking them up, if they even sleep, as you explain the situation.

"A night time stroll?..."

"Hm... Just remember to be careful"

"You better not be coming back too late!"

You do your best to reassure the three of them that you'll be fine and wont take long. Once they've gone, you open the doors and step out, taking a breath as you're greeted the smell of rain...

As you pull out and open a small umbrella you managed to afford from Sam's shop, you start to walk around the place, letting your mind run lose for a bit.

Your mind starts to think of how you've been spending your time at Night Raven College and about how, while the overblots are scary, you've been enjoying your time here. You've been enjoying spending time with Ace, Deuce, Jack, all of the friends you've made.

But then your mind starts to travel a bit further...

What's going to happen when you have to finally say goodbye? Did anyone notice you were missing at home? When its time to go back, does this mean it's "goodbye" forever? Will anyone here miss you when you leave? Will they remember you?

Before it can get any further, you're stopped by the feeling of bumping into a broad chest.

"Ah, my apologi-" A familiar pair of bright green eyes widen a bit, a touch of worry and concern in them, as the widely feared dorm leader of Diasomnia bends down a bit to look at you more closely as a gentle hand holds one of yours. "-Oh dear... Please didn't cry, I don't mean to frighten you..."

You hadn't even noticed you had tears running down your face, using your free hand to wipe them away as you apologize for making Tsunotaro think he scared you... Or at least Tsunotaro is the name you knew him as...

"Then if I didn't scare you... Whatever is the matter?..."

You are unsure of how to express your thoughts into words to him... You decide to just tell him that you've been thinking a bit too much...

"Hm... The mind is a rather complex thing, I'm afraid... Hiding away the negative thoughts that come in the day with distractions, only to have them come back in the evening..." His soft tone gives you a sense of comfort as one of his hands gently wipe your tears for you.

"... Perhaps, if I'm not intruding... We can enjoy the rain together for a moment..."

You think about the offer for a moment before agreeing to it, after all, there isnt really much else to help keep your mind off of it... Although you explain that you cant stay too long.

"I understand, it's just for a moment..."

The tall horned man gives you a warm smile as he offers you a seat next to him as you shyly take the offer, the small pitter patter of the rain being heard from all sides.

"... You know... Despite our limited time together, I enjoy the few moments we can spend together..."

You agree with him as you unintentionally lean on him a bit, the comfort of the soft rain, the fireflies flying around and Tsunotaro's warmth making you feel at ease.

"Hm?... Getting comfortable, I see?" A soft chuckle escapes his lips. "Not to worry, I don't mind... You're free to get as comfortable as you like, I can even return you to your dorm should you fall asleep..."

You thank him for the offer, but say that you're capable of staying awake.

"Well, if you insist... This sort of brings me back to how gargoyles are said to be protectors of the buildings they reside on, warding off evil spirits and demons with their powerful aura and cold gaze... I can be your protector, should it come to it..."

Tsunotaro's soft rambling along with the fireflies and rain bring you closer to sleep, a small yawn escaping from your lips. He seems to have noticed.

"Ah?... You're feeling tired already?... If that's the case, then perhaps we should get you back to Ramshackle, it's rather late after all..."

You insist that you'll be fine, trying to get up anyway, however, you seem to slip but before you can hit the ground you're lifted by a pair of strong arms.

"Oh dear... Please be more careful, prefect..."

You feel a warm blush spread across your own cheeks as you rest your head on his chest as he carries you. You hear a soft yet amused chuckle from him.

"And you said you could stay awake... But now's not the time for that, it's time to take you back..."

You say that you'll be fine walking and that he can put you down.

"Hm... I'm afraid I dont think so... You almost fell trying to get up and I dont want to risk you possibly getting hurt... I'll carry you back myself..."

You think for a moment before sighing, reluctantly accepting being carried back to Ramshackle.

"Thank you..."

Tsunotaro gently holds you close as you grow closer and closer to sleep, his warmth and comfort making you feel as if sinking to subconsciousness. By the time he's made it to Ramshackle, you've already fallen into a peaceful sleep in his arms.

"Oh dear... It's a shame I couldn't talk with them more... But then again, the prefect has a lot of things put on them everyday... I can only imagine what goes on in that brilliant mind of theirs..."

He brushes a few strands of hair from your face as he lays a soft kiss on your forehead, a small smile on his face before opening the doors to Ramshackle. The ghosts would've rushed out by now, but they seem to stop for a moment, watching him gently set you down on the couch.

"Is that... M-Malleus Draconia?"

"What's he doing here?"

"He better not have done something to the prefect"

They quietly chatter amongst themselves, the fae doesn't seem to notice or care at all as he bids you one last farewell before leaving.

Did- malleus lend Gao Gao to Floyd or 👁👄👁 I mean hello as well jamil- and thank you Jack

Here we go again ! Go wilder my lovely ones !! Those results might end up crazy and twisted again... A normal history lesson

But well in a twisted world with magic involved nothing can go wrong or well... Right !!

Just treat yourself a boba...

Also go check @twiwoncrackpopcorn for awesome funny epic click and drag game !! That person is a genius...

Enjoy~

Chibi ressources came from @alchemivich

Twisted wonderland concept belongs to Yana Yoboso

can i request headcanons for pomefiore with a fischl like g/n reader? i honestly feel like them and rook would be bestfriends

hi hi ok it's been a very long while since i got this request and write for a headcanon so fingers crossed that i am not rusty in writing again and i hope you guys enjoy !!

italicized = oz

pomefiore with a fischl like gender neutral reader!

a daring adventurer with seemingly outlandish theories that happen to turn out to be true, they claims to hail from another world and travels with a night raven named oz. through their unique abilities, eccentric character, and hard work, they has become a rising star among the adventurers' guild's investigators, earning the recognition of all

: ̗̀➛ vil schoenheit

"the threads of my fate lie in your hands!"

"no rest for the wicked..."

“stay still potato, are you nervous? you haven’t seen anything yet if you’re still getting nervous at school assemblies.”

"who said my henchmen are nervous? we are not!"

at first vil was somewhat surprised at how you present yourself - so elegant and poised even your distinctive manner of speech makes you stand out in his point of view

as someone who values beauty, vil almost took you as another younger sibling stating that "you potatoes don't know how to value true beauty i am taking this one under my wing."

there would be times when the three of you including oz would act out some of vil's part in the script given by the one in charge of the play or the manager.

“hah. as thy enemy you really had proved your worth! at this point, i’d even let you stand at my side.” 

"hmph! doth thou wish to witness my true power?"

"eure majestät that line was supposed to be after your first battle."

"oh your royal majesty oz is complaining!"

"silence the two of you!"

"no, i think the line is perfect as it is. let us leave it that way."

you are the first one except for vil to try out the makeup products the dorm leader made and it would turn out pretty amazing that leads the two of you taking pictures together while posting it on magicam

whenever you got free time, you accompany vil to the film research club - it turns out you are doing pretty good in the club and even helped the other student having troubles in staying in role while grim and oz help out in doing the props

curiosity winning over, some of the students asked how you are so talented in such things and that is when vil saw you break in character - seeing the true you

"some may say i am just running away from reality by having this kind of persona and it became my safe space. and recently i realized that running away from my past is not a good thing at all so i came to accept it and it made me a better person that i am right now. for i am "

"so you can't talk without putting tongue twisters in my head!"

ever since then , he would let you and oz come to him anytime whether be it the most simple or a big problem - vil will be always open to hear you talk about your day

"try pushing yourself as hard as you can while keeping your experience level in mind and you can always come to me whenever you like."

: ̗̀➛ rook hunt

"i, (name), have roamed the galaxy and traversed countless worlds. I have learned the fate of ten thousand universes and have had revealed unto me the destiny of every living soul."

"oh how magnifique! do tell me more of thy tales, votre majesté de condamnation."

if everyone didn't know that you are that student who didn't get sorted into any dorm and hailed from another world, they would've thought that you and rook are very much related 😭

like even just meeting each other for like 30 minutes you, oz and rook are already on the same wavelength!

indulges himself in your stories by presenting that he is also from a faraway place known to be a hunter protecting his queen

"you've known eure majestät so now to whom do I owe the pleasure?"

"marvelous! i, on the other hand, am quite known to be the loyal hunter who hailed from a faraway land - ought to do his duty to protect his queen."

you have nicknames for each other such as votre majesté de condamnation and ritter des jägers despite it being different in language but hey you can still understand each other through feelings because it knows no bounds

unlike vil, rook will openly dote on you like an older brother - brings things that you definitely won't really need but still makes you happy + shower you in hugs and praises + gifts you novels after knowing you spend your time in the library

what shocked him the most is how terrifying you could be in gathering information, as if you are on level with him in this field.

"sir oz! what a wonderful day to grace me with your presence."

"eure majestät would like you to try the dish they made to congratulate you on your win during the archery contest."

"liver pâté? how did they-"

"oh no they did not stalk you, it's just that they notice how your mood seems to lighten up talking about this specific dish."

it warms his heart to know that you consider him as one of your closest friend and he could really feel you caring for everyone you met in your journey. while you are in this world- he will make sure you will enjoy every moment in twisted wonderland

: ̗̀➛ epel felmier

"dusk and dawn but fleeting shadows are. once more, the twists of fate have led you into my everlasting night."

"fleeting everlasting what?"

at first it would be a mess just leaving you alone with epel without the help of oz's translation because to the first year it seems like you are talking riddles

but after getting to know each other for a while, epel realizes that you are not so bad at all! in fact you are like one of the people he admire the most

"such an exquisite delicacy is worthy of being served in the garten sanssouci."

"yes, yes apple pies are delicious i know."

even oz is fond of the first year due to him being spoiled by epel in grim dismay because now he is having a competition over epel's free apples

"(naaaaaaame)! oz stole my apple again!"

"i certainly wouldn't do such horrendous action eure majestät!"

"oh (nickname) is with deuce and ace right now. did you finish all their apple again?"

saw your strength first hand and not going to lie - your fighting style and strength really surpassed all the other people he admire and very proud to be called as your best friend

always grateful because you never seem to view him as someone who is weak or mistook him as a girl but recognized him for the things he had accomplished

"you can be who you really are regardless of the dorm you are in. as said before, the magic mirror house you to the dorm that reflects your true self the most."

"i may be in pomefiore, but… i’m still me!"

after that, you became more inseparable, even vil and rook thinks that you are like twins at this point. you always got each others back no matter what 🫂

Favorite harbinger after Pierro 🎭

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(belated) HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ORTHO!

Thing I did on ig and took way too long to finish bcs I got procrastinated way too many times 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

Cinnamiku Idia speedpaint!

Thought I'd share it here too haha

WITCH DUEL 🐉⚔️🔮

Crowley sent Cecilia to investigate the forest near the NRC, students had been attacked by a strange shape-shifting creature... Who would have thought that it was the archenemy of the young witch's tutor.

He's a genius, ladies and gentlemen.

amor vincit mortem

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader

summary: there’s a fragility to each moment spent with you, finite and fleeting as all mortal lives are. but you always find your way back to him, even when you return missing fragments of yourself. he has loved you ever since he was naught but a mere hatchling you’d dug from the earth, and he will continue to do so through war and peace and retirement. (reincarnation au)

note: writing for one of my favorite tropes again, zhongli my beloved i will always give u happy endings, might be a bit inaccurate in some lore and timeline aspects but i tried my best to stick close, multiple character death/s (reader), depictions of blood and death

word count: 4.1k

“Hello again.”

Morax—back in the days when he was just a little dragon incapable of much thought, back when the name Morax hadn’t even been granted to him—nuzzled his little snout against your hand.

You smoothed your fingers over his soft scales, an indication of youth in dragons, and smiled as he melted at the simple affection.

There had been a softness to that moment, a memory untouched by the grimness of war, in a time when peace reigned and the three sisters ruled over the skies, not a floating celestial castle to be seen.

He remembers your voice and your touch, the way your eyes brightened when you smiled and the way the corners of your mouth quirked when telling a story. He didn’t know your name then, only that you were a local in the nearby village who ounce unburied a small dragon from the earth as a child and had taken care of it since.

That dragon was, of course, him.

-

“Here for another meal, little dragon?”

You brought a small piece of meat to his snout, cooing when he took it from your fingers and delicately chewed on the meat.

He doesn’t remember what it tasted, only that it had a soft, chewy texture that made it easier to eat for his soft teeth that were still in the process of hardening as he aged.

A hand ran over the scales on his head.

“You’ll need a name, won’t you? Something to be remembered for all ages.” The sun had hit his eyes then, making him incapable of seeing what kind of expression you’d had. “I just know my little dragon will grow to be a fearsome one.”

-

“Morax!” You laughed, running as the dragon that was now at the same height as your hips chased you across the clearing. “I told you, no more meat or else you’ll become overweight!”

It wasn’t about the meat, he remembers, it was how you always seemed to shine brightest when you were running about without a care for the world around you. He’d only wanted to keep that smile on your face.

You leaned on your knees, gasping for breath, and still, you shone as radiant as the sun to his eyes.

-

You struggled with carting a box full of all sorts of fruit and cooked meat. He used his hardened snout to help you push the cart near the entrance of the cave he usually dwelled in.

“Thank you.” You softly patted the scales beneath his chin. “I’m not as young and spritely as I used to be.”

He huffed an indignant snort as if to disagree with you. A soft exhale left your mouth, fondness evident in the quirk of your lips.

“You understand me, don’t you? You always have, my smart little dragon.”

-

He sat beside you, quiet and solemn as you hummed a tune beneath your breath.

“Morax,” you started, something different in the inflection of your voice. It never returned back to its normal cadence after you caught an illness that had lasted a year and nearly took your life. “I’m not long for this world—”

He shifted in protest, a snarl in his throat that you wave away with a wrinkled hand.

“Don’t be so upset,” you soothed, “It’s simply the way of life.”

You ran a hand through the underside of his chin, feeling the hardened scales that will continue to grow stronger until it can withstand the force of steel—or a meteor.

“You’ll live for a long, long time, and by the time you reach your prime, I will be nothing but a distant memory to you.”

He remembers disagreeing but never outright conveying it to you. He had thought you understood what his silence meant. If only he’d been able to speak back then, he would have spent hours upon hours telling you how much you meant to the little dragon you had dug up from the earth.

-

You laid down for a nap beside him, still managing to look at him with those bright eyes of yours amidst a face weathered by time.

“My little Morax, you’re as big as a house now, aren’t you?” You had softly pet the side of his head as he curled around you. “Wake me up when the sun rises, okay? I want to hand feed you meat like I used to...”

He closed his eyes and let dreams sweep him away once he felt you fall into a deep sleep.

In the morning, he would awake to the sun casting light over him and the stillness by his side.

You never woke up again.

-

He took to guarding your small village from petty thieves and the occasional mercenaries sent by neighboring villages. It’s what you would’ve wanted, he thought then. You had no family, but the elders and the children and the workers you’d made friends with were dear to you, and so, they were dear to him as well.

Word spread of a village being granted the protection of a mighty dragon. More people came asking for shelter and to settle in, he never showed protest to it.

Years passed, the village grew, and he continued to wonder what it would have been like to watch over these people with you by his side.

He remembers days spent lounging in the clearing he buried your body in, an era where peace still reigned and rest was not yet a luxury he couldn’t afford.

-

You appeared on the second century after your passing, wide-eyed and mouth parted in awe as you stared at the large town that used to be your homely little village.

“Morax?”

He had thought it a dream then, a mirage his mind consumed. There was simply no fathomable way you were here in the flesh, alive and whole and young—so much younger than he remembered you being.

But your eyes were still the same, still as bright and resplendent as the sun. You were here. You were real.

He doesn’t know how he ever managed not to squish you beneath his weight back when he’d been young and excited with less restraint to his actions. It is a memory he remembers fondly, stored tightly within his chest, a moment of peace amidst the war looming on the horizon.

It was a comical sight, a human holding their arms out to their side yet still not managing to encompass the entirety of a dragon’s snout. He used to fit so snugly at the palm of your hand.

“Look how big you’ve grown.” You press your lips to a single scale, already as large as your head. “I have missed you, old friend.”

-

It was a worry that niggled at the back of his head amidst questions of how you came back and why you remember him.

Morax, for all his years alive that would seem many to mortals, was still but a young dragon then. Even when he was roughly the size of five houses.

He didn’t want to see you grow old, to watch as time eroded your spirit and left nothing but a husk of what you once were. The thought of having to relive those days when you could barely stand up to meet him at the clearing outside your village made him want to curl up and burrow deep into the earth.

He didn’t want to sleep beside you only to awake to the sight of your chest still and your breaths nonexistent.

He didn’t want to watch you die again.

-

The choice was taken out of his hands when he returned to his town—your town, just as much as it is his—and found it burning.

“There’s a nearby village that needs your help. Go, Morax, lend your hand to those who need it,” you had told him as you caressed his scales, and he had obeyed, because while the elders and the people come to him with their pleas and their wishes, he will only ever answer to you.

It had been a trick to place his attention away from your town.

He learned what anger meant that day, learned what it felt to crush a house beneath his claws and how to move the earth to his will and what it meant to take a life.

He was young and furious and mourning. It is a dark memory he doesn’t like to dwell on, full of pain and regret and the vicious sense of satisfaction that came with killing. It was the first time he had ever shed blood. It wouldn’t be the last.

As he watched the village be buried beneath the earth and the stone he’d called upon, he turned his back and made the long trek back to a home that was now nothing but ash and dust.

And as he rooted through the rubble in the vain hope of finding your body to bury, Morax learned what it meant to be an unwilling participant in a war.

-

It was as if fate was paying back the abundance of time you’d spent with him in your first life with short moments that were always cut too soon.

In your third life, you found him sleeping on the remains of what was once your town. You had wept and embraced him as much as you could, and he, in turn, tried to convey how much he had missed you.

The two of you traveled together for a while, and that life was where you rode on his back for the first time as he soared the skies.

“They’re like your eyes,” you once said, holding onto his scales as he flew above the clouds, the light of the setting sun casting the two of you in molten gold, “Golden. It’s been my favorite color ever since I first saw you open your eyes. They always shine so bright.”

You died that same day, having encountered a vengeful deity after he set foot on the ground. He had won that fight, but he wasn’t able to protect you.

-

It was in a battlefield that he saw you again.

He remembers how the small deity’s blood had felt upon his tongue, dripping down sharp teeth and soaking the battle happening in the ground below with blood. It had been sunny then, he remembers, when he descended from the skies in triumph and looked down the masses gazing at him with fear.

And then there was you.

Blood and dirt and other unnamable things clung to you like a second skin as you clumsily held a spear close to your chest, but you had beamed at the sight of him and yelled out his name.

“Morax!”

It was short-lived.

It had been a stray arrow, they would later plead with tears and mud streaking through their terror-filled faces. But all he cared about at that time was that one moment you dropped your spear to run to him, and the next you were falling to the ground, an arrow lodged right where your heart lay.

He left that field bloodied with corpses, your body strewn on his back as he flew to the clearing in your first life. There, he buried you beside your other incarnations.

-

“I’d like to settle one day, once all the fighting and killing has stopped. Maybe in a house overlooking the sea. Somewhere surrounded by mountains. Just a place where there’d be lots of space for you too.”

You leaned against the bulk of his frame, burrowed in a cliffside to wait out the fight between two gods happening on the other side of the lake.

-

“That was never there before,” you said, squinting at the castle in the sky as you laid on his back.

He rumbled his agreement.

You sighed, hearing the war going on below and wondering when it was all going to end.

“The stars don’t shine as bright as they used to.”

-

“Are you alright?!” You yelled as you frantically helped the woman—a deity—up from the ground.

Morax’s thundering roars echoed in the air as he summoned pillars from the earth and shattered the feeble ice that the opposing god put up.

The woman stared at you with wide eyes, noticing how labored your breathing was but otherwise looking unbothered by the fight happening in front of you.

“Are you not worried…?” She asked, her voice sounding as delicate as she looked.

You turned to her with a grin you’d hoped was encouraging. “There’s nothing to fear, Morax is strong!” Then, you offered her your hand. “Here, you can hold my hand if you’re afraid.”

She accepted it, feeling the tremors in her fingers calm at the warmth emanating from your palm.

“Guizhong,” she suddenly said, looking up at you, her heart racing. “Forgive my rudeness but… my name is Guizhong.”

You smiled, as bright and lovely as Morax would have described had he been there to see it. “Allow us to lend you and your people a hand, Guizhong!”

And for the first time since the war began, she felt hope blossom in her chest.

-

“Which life is this now?” Guizhong asked him.

“Nineteenth,” he answered, more of a growl that resembled a word. Morax, in his newly obtained form, was still not used to the ways of mortals, namely, the fact that he can now speak his thoughts out loud.

You were conversing with Cloud Retainer, something regarding a weapon that could be used to help the war. The mechanics were lost to him. For all that he could now be considered a deity, for all that the people have started calling him Rex Lapis, he was still so oblivious to the ways of the world.

Guizhong placed a hand on his shoulder, a reassuring smile on her deceptively gentle face. On that day, she promised to help him protect you.

And that life was one of the few where he got to watch you grow old.

-

“You don’t know how to read?” Guizhong asked you, surprise coloring her face.

You sheepishly laughed, “I’ve never been taught in all the lives I’ve lived. And most of my time with Morax was spent fighting and running from the war.”

You looked down your hands, feeling the smooth, unblemished skin of them. Young and unscarred. There had been a large gash that ran across your back in your previous life, and when the night got too cold and you were left alone with your thoughts, you felt the ache of thousands upon thousands of wounds you’d collected throughout your lives.

A dainty hand covered your own. You looked up to see Guizhong watching you with a fond smile.

“Let me teach you, then.”

-

Guizhong always invited you to sing to the glaze lilies scattered around the Assembly. She claimed your voice was like a melody that soothed the flowers to bloom.

In truth, she only wanted to hear you sing.

-

“No, that’s not how you hold chopsticks, Morax!” You laughed, taking hold of his hand and rearranging the chopsticks haphazardly held in his fingers. “There, much better.”

His fingers remained clumsy, unused to such sensations, but you promised him that he’ll get used to it in no time.

-

You slowly guided him through each step, gently correcting a mistake in his footwork and adjusting the spear in his hand when needed.

Morax was a fast learner.

Soon, he would develop his own way of wielding the spear, but for now, you coached him through the right techniques and laughed whenever he dropped the spear in a spin.

-

“The moon,” he suddenly said, looking at you with wide, earnest eyes.

“Yes, what about it?”

He seemed to struggle with finding the right words to convey what he wanted to say. You patiently sat and waited for him to gather himself.

“It’s beautiful tonight.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Isn’t it?”

You tilted your head to the sky, a nostalgic smile on your lips, lost in memories of days spent lazing about in that old clearing and staring at the starry sky. “It is.”

His hand felt warm around yours.

-

“I don’t want to die anymore.”

He held you as your blood seeped from your clothes and painted the grass a dark shade of red. It was a slow process, bleeding out, to wait for your blood to drain until your heart stopped beating and your eyes lost the light in them.

“Morax.”

You were crying, clutching your side where a god had pierced their blade clean through. You were dying so slowly, yet there was no time to get a healer.

“Please.”

Your eyes begged for an end to this pain.

His tears fell and mixed with your blood.

On your twenty-ninth life, he cradled your head to his chest and wept as he gave you a quick, painless death.

-

When he saw you again, he held you until the sun disappeared and his arms felt numb before reluctantly pulling away.

You held his face between the palm of your hands and kissed his forehead, your eyes red and smile brittle at the edges.

“I’ve missed you,” was all you said before you leaned close.

Your lips felt impossibly soft against his.

-

“Morax,” you whispered against his skin, on your thirty-first life when he finally found the courage to show you what being loved by him meant. “I love you.”

It was the first time you spoke those words to him.

It wouldn’t be the last.

He kept you awake all night, ignoring the war happening around him and pretending, just for a moment, that the world only consisted of you and him.

-

During your forty-second life, an anomaly happened.

He and the rest of the adepti were unable to gauge how it happened. Guizhong, for all her smarts, was not able to discern the reason for it either.

And then there was no time to ponder upon it anymore, because Osial attacks the Guili Assembly, and not only does he lose you, he also loses a friend.

Her last words to him consisted of a riddle and a memento in the form of a lock. “I never stopped searching for a reason. I think… this may be it.”

And in her eyes, he saw a confession — she had loved you too.

Thousands of years later and he is still no closer to opening it, and thus, no closer to figuring out what caused the loss of your memories.

-

On some lives, you remember, eyes lighting up with recognition as you abandoned everything you’d been doing to run into his arms.

“Morax,” you would whisper as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

On some lives, you would pass by him with blank eyes, the same lilt to your voice but without the fondness that came with it.

“Hello again,” he’d say.

You would smile awkwardly. “Hello?”

And he would mourn you all over again.

-

“He’s suffered enough, hasn’t he?”

Your words were enough to still Morax’s spear.

You knelt in front of the young-looking deity, offering your palm to him. “We will not shackle you, and neither will we force you to serve.”

His eyes were wary, yet so incredibly full of disbelief and hidden hope.

You gave him a smile you hoped was as gentle as it seemed.

Rough, battle-hardened hands clasped onto yours like a salvation.

“Please,” he whispered, something so undeniably broken in his tone as looked up at you the same way one might look up at the stars.

Later on, Morax would name that young deity Xiao.

-

There were tales and poems written about you. Rex Lapis and his undying lover.

It was widely romanticized and highly inaccurate. For one, he didn’t meet you in your first life as a large and intimidating dragon. He was naught but a hatchling you used to feed fruits and meat with a childish laugh. The two of you had grown up together, but where you had grown old, he remained young, a dragon who hadn’t even reached a fourth of his lifespan.

You always laughed as you read to him some of the more outlandish ones, in those lives where you remembered enough to love him as deeply as you used to.

“‘And they fornicated upon the moonlit night, a dragon and a mortal—’ I’m sorry, I can’t take this seriously.” You burst into a fit of giggles, leaning against him on your shared bed as the book you’d been holding fell to the side, forgotten.

“Shall I have a word with the authors of such books?”

“No, no!” You were quick to refuse, placing both palms on his cheeks and grinning. “They’re amusing to read. Perhaps I should commission a play, that would be so entertaining…”

He gazed at you fondly, cherishing each precious, limited time the two of you have.

-

When he ascended the throne of Celestia, you were the first person to greet him upon returning to Liyue.

There was a nervous edge to your smile, but still, it came as naturally as breathing to you. You often questioned it, how everything just seemed to come easily for you.

“I think I know you,” you once told him a week after you met in this life, “I just can’t remember where.”

And you would always come across the numerous retellings of your lives, hands shaking and so full of regret and grief for a life you could never quite recall.

You never failed to apologize to him after.

I’m sorry I forgot.

I’m sorry I can’t remember.

I’m sorry I don’t love you.

-

It became increasingly frequent with each century that passed. Only one incarnation of you every six lives remembered your past.

He made you love him in each one. Even if he had to start from the bottom, even when you looked at him without a spark of familiarity, even when it hurt—he never failed to capture your heart again and again.

-

The Cataclysm happened in a lifetime where you remembered.

Morax, to this day, wishes it hadn’t been the case. Perhaps then, you wouldn’t have insisted on fighting alongside him.

Perhaps then, you wouldn’t have died so early.

Your body was left beneath the rubble and ruins of Khaenri’ah’s Royal Palace. The only thing that stopped him from upturning it to search for you was the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles.

-

In the twentieth year after the destruction of Khaenri’ah, he made a contract with a golden haired traveler who carried the aura of the stars.

Five years after the contract was signed, your body was returned to Liyue in a casket covered with Inteyvat flowers.

-

He remembers waiting, and waiting, and waiting a little more until he looked up and realized that four hundred years had passed without you.

He searched each nation, visiting village upon village, hoping to hear news of you or a past life of yours having lived there, but there was nothing.

It was as if you had simply ceased to exist.

He refused to believe it.

-

Mountain Shaper advised him to rest.

It was strange to walk the streets of Liyue again after a hundred years of absence. He never failed to appear during the Rite of Descension, but taking on his draconic form and parading as a mortal man were two different things. And the latter, he found in all the years he’d been ruling Liyue, was much more preferable than the former.

Conversations flowed around him, and he wondered what you would have been doing had you been here with him.

He stared into the Harbor, smiling as he remembered your quiet musings during the early days of the Archon War.

I’d like to settle one day, once all the fighting and killing has stopped. Maybe in a house overlooking the sea. Somewhere surrounded by mountains. Just a place where there’d be lots of space for you too.

Settle.

It was a wishful thought, but…

He turned on his heel, mind made up.

If he couldn’t look for you, then he would have to wait for you to come to him. In the meantime, he would arrange the finest house for you to live in peace after five hundred years of being apart and a lifetime of war and bloodshed.

-

Morax—Zhongli sits at a table at Third-Round Knockout, leisurely sipping tea as he listens to the story teller regale the tragic tale of your second life. A little inaccurate, on a few accounts, but for the most part, it was as he remembers it.

The tea tastes exceptionally sweet today. A good omen, perhaps.

He feels the vibrations from the ground, telling of a person approaching him from behind. He lets whoever it is get close, unable to detect any malicious intent.

“That’s completely false. I, for one, never ‘wept in delight as I was reunited with my dragon lover’.”

He nearly drops his tea in shock.

He turns his head to the right, his heart in his throat as he hopes and begs that his ears did not deceive him. He sucks in a breath—

And meets the loveliest pair of eyes gazing down at him with mirth.

You smile.

“Hello again.”

It was definitely a field trip.

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