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"You have to become comfortable with the fact that most people who enjoy your fic will never bother to kudos or comment on it."

Shockingly, I am comfortable with this fact. Lack of kudos or comments doesn't bother me.

That doesn't mean it shouldn't change.

If you enjoy a fic, leave a kudos or a comment.

subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

"This story is a tragedy because it didn't have to end this way."

vs

"This story is a tragedy because it was always going to end this way."

Dazai through other people's eyes

Inspired by @originalaccountname's post about Atsushi's vision of Dazai being warped.

These are all panels where Dazai either appears as a memory or hallucination for different people. Probably not all of them, but a small collection I literally just gathered in the last hour.

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Atsushi

I think it's interesting just how lifeless this hallucinated version of Dazai is. He doesn't smile, he doesn't joke. It really does just feel like Dazai's face placed over Atsushi's conscience to guide him forward.

Akutagawa

Scraggly little guy. There's mystery behind his eyes, he knows something you don't. Has never seen a hair brush in his life. Akutagawa's vision of Dazai always looks like he's the one in control and he knows it. But also, he looks so young.

Chuuya

This ones admittedly a little different because the 1st panel is from the fifteen manga BUT I'm counting it because I love the visual and it makes an interesting contrast to how Chuuya saw Dazai when they were both teens, to how he remembers him now. One a mastermind demon, the other a lost looking boy surrounded by demons.

Ango

Bratty, criminal child. Someone who needed to be saved. The handcuff representing Dazai as someone trapped by his past and Ango trying to pay penance by saving him from it. He envisions the boy he was, because his betrayal meant he never got to know the man Dazai became.

Ranpo

Happiest little guy out there! Considering how much Dazai says he admires Ranpo, it's not surprising that when Ranpo envisions the agency he sees Dazai smiling at him. This is the Dazai Ranpo wanted to protect, the smile and joy he never wanted to lose.

Chuuya is the only man alive who could go toe-to-toe with a god, crack the earth in half, and still lose a verbal fight with Dazai.

Every time he breathes, Dazai’s ghost voice whispers ‘you’re 5’3” and your blood pressure is rising.’

The man can’t win.

requests from my strawpage

Brief rundown of the Double-Yuu thing bc it's not that complicated and I don't feel like giving it its own post: There's two Yuus. That's basically the major thing. Ramshackle duo becomes Ramshackle trio.

You've got Yuu, whose description I leave mostly as a blank slate, though they've got their own character. They take on whatever the MC does in the actual game, trying to get home and handling overblots.

And then there's T, who is technically a Yuu as he follows the same pattern of "stranger from another world ends up at NRC" but in his words "I'm not Yuu, we just fill the same ecological niche" which he then refuses to elaborate on. Talents include being strange and unsettling but very friendly and getting into places that He Should Not Be.

Also while writing I realized I accidentally made Aster parallel Malleus. I didn't mean to do that. Now I actually have to DO something about it.

If I'm not gonna work on my assignments I might as well commit to working on the creative thing. Tumblr I'm relying on you to hold me to keep working until I have a full fic and not give up halfway through.

Basic concept: Fake TWST event ft. new made-up school cause I wanna do SOMETHING with it.

Event plot line goes as follows: Despite the first Promising Young Mage Social ending in disaster, the schools agree to attempt holding it one more time. This time, the hosting school will be Twining Fates Academy, due to the school having a reputation for its extremely safe, controlled campus. Crowley ends up raffling another 10 students, but that number goes up to 14 due to the inclusion of Ramshackle dorm + Twining Fates specifically noting that groups of visitors should come in even numbers.

Note that this would take place in what I am referring to as my "Double-Yuu" AU... hence why the inclusion of Ramshackle brings the count to 14.

Explaining more later

Me being against proship is not : "censor, take down, no one should be allowed to talk about this"

Me being against proship is: "people aren't going to like you if you romanticize pedophilia. I am allowed to not want to be around you, cut you out of my life, whatever, because you romanticize disgusting, serious, awful things that happen to real people. And I'm not the only one who will"

feeling very sane and normal rn

when thinking about twst my mind always eventually bounces back to thinking about the little first year gang, because they're such a disaster group.

like arguably, none of them on their own are grade a troublemakers (except Grim). If we're going by chaos energy on their own, characters such as floyd, kalim, jade, lilia, ect. probably wreak more havoc. hell most of the dorm leaders, as intelligent as they are, are so arrogant that they cant seem to stop pissing others off.

but the first years have the terrible curse that their brain seems to fall out of their asses the moment another first year is nearby.

ace is the best example, we know from chapter 7 that he has a good head on his shoulders, but the moment an opportunity to mess with deuce/prefect/grim arises he throws all caution out the window. despite the voice inside his head screaming danger he can't ignore the siren's call of starting shit.

deuce, on the other hand, is a character that literally can't seem to avoid bullshit. He's trying so hard to be better and YET he keeps getting wrapped up in these looney toons ass situations. he's the unluckiest first year, and is also easy to anger and even easier to fool.

Epel is a good enough student when he's surrounded by the rest of pomefiore (who are arguably more insane than him) but he also can't ignore the allure of chaos. imo he's the enabler, with a personal philosophy of "you can solve every problem if you hit it hard enough"

jack tries really REALLY hard to not get involved, but he's also too emotionally constipated for his own good sometimes. remember that scene in stitch's event where he tries to help riddle and azul with carrying heavy items, then to cover up for his display of kindness he tries to be all like "psh yea you guys don't look that strong" and riddle prompty obliterates him for saying that. yea that. keeps shooting himself in the foot

ortho seems like he'd have a good head on his shoulders, but he has the same amount of social tact as idia. i mean he's really nice right up until the situation gets dire, and then he starts calling his friends idiots. he's absolutely correct btw, but ortho don't say that out loud

and finally sebek, who tries really hard to not be associated with the rest of these hooligans, but is argueably the worst person here. yells at everyone, insults everyone, sebek is the friend you cannot take out to eat because he doesn't know what an inside voice is and doesnt understand why he has to wait so long for his food despite the fact you're with a group of 7 during the busiest time of the evening.

Grim is like. the final piece to this puzzel. all the first years need a bit of chaos to get truly started, and grim cannot stop causing problems

I cant believe this is my first post on this account...

(Tag this as ship, and i will gut you like a fish)

I AM SERIOUS. DO NOT TAG AS SHIP.

The Student Librarians (TWST OCs)

The Student Librarians, Aster Cordula and Adie Harper. Both of them are in their third year at Twining Fates, and they are widely known to be as inseparable as the school's icons.

Aster Cordula

"Come on– it's a good night to wish upon a star, don't you think?"

One of the two Student Librarians. Despite his usually amicable and friendly nature, many people still approach him with caution due to his innate power. Very close with Adie, and is seldom seen apart from him.

Grade: Junior

Birthday: May 05

Age: 18

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: Isle of Sages

Club: Librarian

Best Subject: Astronomy

Hobbies: Writing

Pet Peeves: People who don't follow instructions

Favorite Food: Chocolate-coated gummies

Least Favorite Food: Coffee

Talent: Reading novel-length texts in under an hour

Signature Spell: "Once Upon A Time"

Allows the user to create and enter small domains within the pages of stories he has written, bringing other people of his choosing with him.

Adie Harper

"I can't help but wonder just how many birds make up a flock... do you know?"

One of the two Student Librarians. Despite his quiet, almost anxious nature, Adie is extremely keen. Ever since he took up the mantle, most rule-breakers are found out within hours. He's extremely close to Aster, and is rarely seen apart from him.

Grade: Junior

Birthday: January 29

Age: 18

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Homeland: Briar Valley

Club: Librarian

Best Subject: Flight

Hobbies: Exploring hidden areas

Pet Peeves: Being seen without his mask

Favorite Food: Sunflower seeds

Least Favorite Food: Lobster

Talent: Knowing when people are lying

Signature Spell: "A World Yet Unseen"

Unknown effect. Adie keeps the details of his signature spell under wraps.

(No images, unfortunately. I have the drawing skills of a toddler, and can't find a good picrew)

Day of Fateweaving

The Day of Fateweaving is a holiday in Nightbloom City meant to celebrate everlasting bonds between people. It is said that on this day, people used to cast spells with a partner that magically bound their destinies together, so that no matter what they would stay by each other’s sides. This spell was first said to have been cast by the Enigmatic Storytellers, a promise that they would always be together.

To symbolize these bonds, people weave friendship bracelets out of fiber, plants, fabric, and whatever other materials they can gather. Traditional ones are very simple, consisting of a woven brair in two colors; one that represents you, and one that represents the intended recipient of the bracelet— sometimes with a charm of some sort attached. However, plenty of people make them completely differently. Every relationship is unique, and as such, so are the bracelets.

Originally, they were meant to be exchanged with your best friend. However, the tradition has since been expanded, and people exchange bracelets with close friends, family members, and lovers. The only requirement is that you cherish this person deeply.

Usually, people will make the bracelets on Fateweaver’s Eve, and then exchange them on the Day of Fateweaving. It’s customary to wear any bracelet you receive for the entire day, and locals often wear shorter sleeves in order to display any bracelets they get.

This holiday is celebrated officially by Twined Fates Academy due to its association with their idols. On Fateweaver's Eve, workshops are set up so that people can gather materials for their bracelets and learn to make them if they don't know already.

It is around this time that the Promising Young Mages' Social takes place.

Villainous Paranoiac Tsum

Kingscholar is always a pain to work with on group projects.

When he bothers to show up, he’s nothing but a font of negative feedback, denials and critiques bursting forth like the world’s worst fountain.

While it may be amusing to get under his skin outside of class, Malleus truly has little patience for time-wasting on a deadline. Were it not for Schoenheit’s intercession, he would be doing his self-appointed share of this educational assignment back in Diasomnia, where at least it would be peaceful.

Shroud looks like he shares similar sentiments, shrinking into his tablet at every sharp word Kingscholar and Schoenheit exchange.

Malleus daydreams briefly about teleporting from the classroom to Ramshackle dorm. Surely no one would think to look for him there for hours—

Something small and round zooms across the desk and dives into Malleus’ blazer.

He blinks.

“…the fuck?” Kingscholar interjects, staring at the lump nestled into Malleus’ pocket.

“Silver’s penchant for wildlife attraction had better not be rubbing off on you, Malleus.” Schoenheit scolds with a press of his temples. “We’ve enough to worry about as it is.”

Malleus tilts his jacket so he can peer into the lower pocket, peeling apart the folds of fabric—

“Ah.” He says with mild bemusement. “It’s a tsum.”

A unanimous groan rises from his group mates.

“Srsly?” Comes from Shroud’s tablet. “Again?!? This is like, the fourth time. Shouldn’t the headmaster have patched this by now?!”

“You’d think he’d send out another message about this shit when it happens again.” Kingscholar finally swings his feet off of the table. “So? Who is it?”

The tsum pops out so Malleus can see its face. Or what small sliver of it is visible. Long dark bangs cover its eyes and most of its nose, small cowlicks of hair sticking to the fabric of its hidey-hole with static. It looks a little raggedy, as if it’s been through a lot to get here.

“Ah.” Malleus smiles. “It’s the Child of Man.”

“Uh, whomst??” Shroud’s tablet asks.

“That’s what he calls the Prefect.” Schoenheit sighs. “I suppose the potato and their turnip are the only two who haven’t undergone this yet…”

Kingscholar lets out an almighty groan. “Great. Just great. That herbivore is seriously—”

There’s a loud clatter at the classroom door.

“AH-HA!” A Savannaclaw student that Malleus vaguely recognizes from one of his electives points, surrounded by other students. “WE GOT IT NOW BOYS!!”

The tsum jolts and burrows back into his pocket.

“Where is it?!” A Heartslaybul third-year demands. “I’m gonna punt that glorified bean bag into the sun!”

“It’s hiding there!” A Scarabia student declares. “In that guy’s ja-ah-aahaaAAAAH-MALLEUS DRACONIA!!”

Malleus tilts his head to the side and smiles in acknowledgement. “Good afternoon.”

The way the boys flinch is extremely satisfying.

“And you don’t even greet the rest of us?” Schoenheit’s voice is thick with scorn. “Honestly. What kind of manners are you teaching your vegetables, Leona?”

“Obviously not enough if these wannabe herbivores can’t even recognize the apex predator in the room.” Kingscholar growls. “Why the hell are you bothering us.”

“W-well, y’see, dorm head.” The Savannaclaw student quavers. “Tha-that thing there, i-it ruined our plan to get even with that ra—no, what I mean is it and that raccoon attacked us unprovoked—!”

“OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!!”

Red and black heart collars snap shut around each of the students’ necks.

Rosehearts storms into the room, face as red as the paint his dorm applies to their flowers. Ashengrotto and Viper are not far behind him.

“You dare.” His voice trembles as he glares at his mewling victims. “Intrude upon and interrupt an Unbirthday Party?! Knock the dormouse out of the teapot and scatter the flamingoes?! Having your heads is the least of what I shall do to you!”

“Ah, and such disruption of Monstro Lounge’s operations!” Ashengrotto laments with a hand pressed to his chest. “Of course, I will need to demand compensation from each of you.”

Viper sighs. “Honestly, I’d like to demand reparations for nearly knocking Kalim off of the carpet, but I feel like there’s nothing I can do that these two won’t exceed. I’ll be reporting your behavior to the teachers, at least.”

“PL-PLEASE, FORGIVE US!!”

It is highly amusing to watch his three underclassmen make these juniors beg for their lives and send them packing with their tails between their legs.

“Our apologies for the disruption.” Rosehearts bows his head. “But, it seems those delinquents have been causing trouble all across campus. It was imperative to stop them before their rule-breaking got any more out of hand.”

“Thank you for your efforts, Riddle.” Schoenheit nods gracefully. “I have to wonder though, how were they able to not only cause a disruption in Heartslaybul, but Octavinelle and Scarabia too?”

“From their erratic movements, it seemed like they were following something rather than deciding their course of their own accord.” Viper has a hand to his chin. “None of you would happen to know what exactly it was that they were chasing, would you?”

“Tsum part 4, electric boogaloo.” Shroud declares through his tablet.

The faces of three underclassmen fall as one. This is also highly amusing.

“So, who is it?” Ashengrotto asks. “It’s not one of the ones who visited before, is it?”

“No.” Malleus holds his hand to his pocket, gently coaxing. “It’s all right, Child of Man. I believe it’s safe for you to come out now.”

The tsum crawls onto his hand and permits him to place it on the table.

“A tsum-Prefect?” Rosehearts peers at the small creature. “How on earth did they cause all that mayhem alone?”

Kingscholar grins indolently. “Nah, it’s pretty much what I’d expect from that herbivore.”

Malleus frowns at him. “Oh? And what, exactly, gives you cause to say that?”

“Those guys mentioned the furball, right? Chances are, he did something t’piss them off, so they decided to take revenge.” Kingscholar gestures to the tsum. “Herbivore doesn’t have any magic or special abilities beyond getting out of the way and not dying, but they’re cunning and quick on the draw, plus stupidly protective of that fuzzball. A tsum based on them probably figured the best way to deal with those guys was to act as a distraction and bait ‘em into the territory of stronger predators.”

Malleus greatly dislikes the sneer adorning Kingscholar’s face as he continues. “Plus, since the lizard’s a scary-looking pushover, it probably figured he’d make for the best meat shield.”

The tsum stands its ground even in the face of these slights against its name. Malleus straightens as well and pins Kingscholar with a stern glare. “I don’t believe that is something the Child of Man—”

“No, I have to admit that’s in line with the Prefect’s character.” Rosehearts sighs. “They’re well-behaved and keep to themselves most of the time. But when Ace, Deuce, or Grim get into hot water…”

“…they launch headfirst into some destructive situation that they’re barely able to scrape themselves out of, dragging everyone else in with them.” Viper folds his arms, frowning down at the creature. “It’s like almost all their common sense and consideration goes out the window.”

“That’s rather harsh.” Ashengrotto admonishes. Then, with a tilt of his head, he concedes, “…Although Jade and Floyd’s research showed that making a contract with Grim was the best way to ensure they were willing to give up Ramshackle.”

“Plus showing up at the Isle of Woe with nothing but skincare and the will to fight god.” Shroud chips in gloomily. “Though they and the flowery guys from Pomefiore kept asking about you normies as well as Grimmy.”

There’s a small chorus of muttered acknowledgements that leave something sour in Malleus’ gut.

Schoenheit rolls his shoulders back. “Their tenacity and nerve are commendable. If only they were directed towards more worthwhile endeavors.”

Kingscholar snorts. “Like what, smearing sludge all over their face?”

A pencil is wielded with the same leathality as a dagger in Schoenheit’s hands. “Like your parched and ashen skin would know anything—!”

“Uh. The tsum’s writing something.”

The six of them turn at Shroud’s announcement to stare at the tsum, which has somehow pulled out a pencil and is scribbling quite dexterously with its nubs in a little black notebook not unlike the Prefect’s own.

“Tsum, please stop.” Rosehearts commands. “Rule of the Queen of Hearts number 112: only a white rabbit may record the court’s testimony. You are not a white rabbit, tsum.”

“And I will not be recorded without my prior consent, or reviewing the content.” Schoenheit adds. He clicks his fingers. “Hand it over.”

The tsum finally seems to take note of the hostile atmosphere. It tenses. It lobs its pencil at Shroud and makes a break for it.

Rosehearts and Ashengrotto lunge for it. When it tries to dodge around them for another avenue of escape, Kingscholar slams a foot down in front of it.

The tsum is launched backwards towards Malleus. He catches it on instinct, holding it just tightly enough that it won’t slip out of his hands.

“Wonderful job, Malleus.” Schoenheit praises as he plucks the notebook out of its grip. “Now, what do we have here…”

The tsum’s tiny nubs wiggle furiously in protest. Malleus gives it a mental apology.

“What in the world…?” Schoenheit flips through the notebook. “What in the names of the Seven are these drawings?!”

The rest of them crowd around the tiny notebook, peering at the scribbles on the pages.

“Is. Is that five tsums in a trench coat?” Rosehearts asks, bewildered.

“This one’s a tsum piloting a person by their hair.” Malleus adds. “A rather fascinating concept. I wonder if this is something they are capable of?”

“There’s a weird equation-looking one there.” Kingscholar’s finger stabs the page. “Tsum plus some faceless marionette-looking thing equals the herbivore?”

“My, my.” Ashengrotto shakes his head. “I hope this isn’t pointing to some mental deterioration in our dear Prefect. It would terrible if someone took advantage of the poor thing in their time of need.”

The tsum begins struggling even harder, as if outraged by Ashengrotto’s words. The Octavinelle dorm head edges away slightly, as he should.

“Um.” Shroud’s tablet pipes up. “This is purely hypothetical but. But I think it’s hypotheses?”

“Oh?” Malleus raises an eyebrow.

“Think about it.” Shroud’s voice becomes more animated as he warms to his subject. “Tsums are mysterious creatures to us, so we might be mysterious to them too, right? After all, Ortho and I couldn’t work out what his was made of even with top of the line equipment. I think the Prefect’s tsum is trying to work out what humans are, using their tsum-ish frame of reference. But that’s just a theory. A tsum theory, fwee-hee-hee.”

Viper’s buried his face in his hands. Malleus thinks he hears him mutter. “…Enough with the red string already.”

Kingscholar looks sympathetic all of a sudden. “You too, huh?”

With a furious twisting and flailing, the tsum’s soft body suddenly slips from Malleus’ grip.

It launches itself at the notebook, knocking it from Schoenheit’s hands.

“Wh—don’t think I’ll abide such rudeness, you little peanut!” Schoenheit scolds

Child of Man’s tsum bristles at the seven of them as it hovers over its notebook protectively. Its body language seems to be daring the seven of them to try taking its precious item away again.

“Definitely the Prefect.” Viper sighs. “It’s just as obstinate as they are about things like this.”

“…You really are alone.” Malleus murmurs. “It must be rather alarming for a creature such as you to appear in a place where nobody is like you. Where you are constantly at the mercy of the whims of those more powerful than you.”

The tsum stares up at him. He thinks it droops slightly.

“W-well it can’t be that bad.” Ashengrotto asserts, joviality sounding a little more forced than usual. “After all, Yuu is in the same boat, aren’t they?”

“Yeah,” Kingscholar interrupts. “And they’ve got a whole wall of crazy theories about overblot and going back to their world too. That ain’t the winning argument you think it is.”

That makes the others fall quiet, consternation clear on their faces.

The classroom door bursts open.

“WE’RE HERE TO SAVE MY MINI-MINION, FGNAH!!!!”

The monster familiar zooms into the room, ear flames flaring as his human counterpart stumbles in behind him.

“Grim, stop shouting. Sorry, senpai, I didn’t want to disturb you but—” The Prefect’s eyes land on the tsum on the table. They scrunch mid-sentence. “Geh.”

“Yuu.” Rosehearts scolds. “According to the headmaster’s instructions, all students are required to tsumsit their lookalikes until 24 hours after arrival. How could you allow yours to run roughshod all over campus with no supervision?!”

“I’m sorry, Riddle-senpai, it’s just—” They gesture to the tsum, which has pulled out another pencil for more note-taking. “I had no idea it was here until maybe about an hour ago. Grim told me it popped up out of nowhere and knocked a huge stack of books onto some guys who he’d pissed off. We think it’d been hiding and following us around until that point.”

“Hah? How’d you not know?” Kingscholar scoffs. “The light that appears when these things come to campus is bright as shit. During the middle of the night.”

“I thought I was still sleeping!” The Child of Man protests. “There’s a mirror at Ramshackle starts glowing brightly and doing weird stuff in my dreams! It wasn’t until the headmaster came around this afternoon that I even knew tsums were on the table!”

“No, that’s not normal either.” Viper interjects. “You need to tell someone to get that looked at.”

“Who?” The Prefect tilts their head, tone growing thick with sarcasm. “Crowley?”

Viper grimaces as he concedes the point.

“C’mon mini-minion.” Grim clambers up onto the tabletop. “We only got limited time before you gotta go home, an’ we haven’t even done anything fun yet, y’know! We gotta introduce you t’the ghosts, and show ya off to Ace and Deuce, and eats tons of food, an’—!”

“I shall provide you with an escort.” Malleus declares, rising from his seat.

“Eh?” The Child of Man looks surprised, for some reason. “Are you sure, Tsunotaro?”

Schoenheit scowls. “No, he’s—”

“Yes.” Malleus scoops up the familiar and the tsum, steering them all out of the room before the others can catch. “We’re going right now.”

And if he teleports to the main street outside of school so they can’t easily force him to return, then that’s just a happy coincidence.

The sky outside is clouded over with the promise of rain.

“You really wanted to get of that room, didn’t you?” His Child of Man says, amusement thick in their voice.

He smirks at them. “My fellow dorm heads are very capable, but perhaps best taken in small doses.”

They let out a snort of laughter, lightly clapping him on the arm. “Don’t say that! Jamil-senpai isn’t even a dorm head! Those guys might be an acquired taste, but they mean well enough…in their own ways. I think.”

His smile fades a little as they walk away from the school towards Ramshackle.

The tsum, presumably tired of being jostled on Grim’s back, leaps off and scuttles up the Prefect’s trouser leg. The Child of Man takes being scaled with aplomb, presumably used to their familiar doing the same.

“I still can’t get over how weird it is.” They mutter as the tsum takes its place on their shoulder. “Why does it look like me? Did that bright flash of light make some record of me to create this thing? Is it actually like me, or is it just taking advantage of resemblance to get everyone to lower their guards?”

The Child of Man looks up at him. “You’ve spent more time with it than I have. What do you think, Tsunotaro?”

He folds his arms in consternation, brow furrowing.

“…I must admit, I am unsure. Overall, I have observed several traits that you yourself possess. Loyalty, courage, resourcefulness, curiosity, dedication.”

“However,” It burns in his gut to admit this. “Kingscholar claimed that the tsum ran to me to hide behind as a mere shield. I…do not believe that is like you, but the others. They agreed with him. And I suppose they have spent more time with you than I have.”

They keep walking in silence for a few moments.

Malleus wonders if he’s offended them irreparably as a light rain begins to drizzle.

“…Well.” The Prefect scuffs a shoe against the ground. “I don’t know what this thing is thinking, but. If I found myself in another new world filled with lookalikes of you guys and I was in trouble, I’d probably run to your lookalike too, if I could. Because you’re my friend, an-and I feel….feel safe with you.”

Malleus stares at them.

“Agh, that was—! Forget I said anything!!” His Child of Man waves their hand in the air between the two of them. Their tsum appears to be trying to hide itself in their oversized collar. “I-I’ll just. You know what, I can get back to Ramshackle from here. Thanks for the escort Tsunotaro, see you tomorrow!!”

He watches as they all but sprint away from him, the voice of their familiar claiming that he would also protect “his minion” floating back to him.

The gentle scent of blooming plants fills the air as he makes his way back to Diasomnia. The evening breeze has turned warm and fragrant.

“My, the weather improved just in time for sunset.” Lilia remarks as he enters the common room. When his guardian turns, he pauses. “Oh? Malleus, has something good happened? That’s a wide smile you have there.”

Malleus touches a cheek, which has begun to ache from the force of his grin.

“Hm.” He hums. “Having friends is a wonderful thing.”

Lilia chuckles for some reason. “Friends. Indeed.”

Where's that one post about taking up running as a hobby because you hate it so much that writing feels like a lovely break in comparison bc that's how I'm feeling rn. If I do all my assignments I can spend some time writing and it's so lovely in comparison to the 29 million peer reviews I have to do

you’re laughing

they turned babylleus into a marketable plushie and you’re laughing

so hard not to become the most annoying person on earth if you're a little excitable and just learned a little about a topic literally no one around you has any interest in

For the last time dude, my leitmotif sounds exactly like it always has. There is no symbolism for creeping corruption in there

hey when you make posts, i just want you to know, thou/thee/thy/thine/ye are like he/you(object)/your/yours/you(subject) okay? "thou art wearing shoes," "i will wear shoes for thee," okay?

you say thine if the next word starts with a vowel and thy if the next word starts with a consonant and they both mean "your" so "thine own shoes," "thy shoes," okay?

and ye means you and refers to the subject of a sentence, "ye members of the brotherhood of shoes," okay? you need this information to create better knight yaoi. i'm personally more interested in nun yuri but we are a community

Officially wrote out the school information. Will probably keep everything for this under the tag "Twining Fates" for the sake of organization.

If I'm not gonna work on my assignments I might as well commit to working on the creative thing. Tumblr I'm relying on you to hold me to keep working until I have a full fic and not give up halfway through.

Basic concept: Fake TWST event ft. new made-up school cause I wanna do SOMETHING with it.

Event plot line goes as follows: Despite the first Promising Young Mage Social ending in disaster, the schools agree to attempt holding it one more time. This time, the hosting school will be Twining Fates Academy, due to the school having a reputation for its extremely safe, controlled campus. Crowley ends up raffling another 10 students, but that number goes up to 14 due to the inclusion of Ramshackle dorm + Twining Fates specifically noting that groups of visitors should come in even numbers.

Note that this would take place in what I am referring to as my "Double-Yuu" AU... hence why the inclusion of Ramshackle brings the count to 14.

Explaining more later

Twining Fates Academy

Twining Fates Academy, a premier magic college, is represented by the Enigmatic Storytellers and their spirits of creativity and devotion. There were two of them– a girl who was always surrounded by stars and a boy with feathery dark wings– but they share a singular title due to their inseparability. Similarly, it's agreed that while they had two ideals in creativity and devotion, for two people, they shared both spirits equally.

In legend, the pair was never separate. Where one was, the other was never considered far away. In fact, some even believe that they each held a half of the other’s soul. As such, the school ascribes to the “law of duos,” claiming that most things should be done as a pair. Rooms are shared between two people, there’s two dorms, and the student heads are always a pair— alongside all major student roles.

While Twining Fates doesn’t have a magic artifact like Noble Bell or NRC, what they do have is the Living Library. The Living Library is an enchanted place that is capable of moving and re-arranging itself, and has its own statue guardians to protect it. The titles of Librarian (and Student Librarian) are some of the most respected titles at the school.

The school is surrounded by the Living Library in a ring— while the campus is closed to the public for most of the year, the outer section of the Library is open, but for safety, those under 13 you need someone over 16 as accompaniment to enter. The inner ring of the Living Library, however, is only for students and TFA staff. Similarly to the rule for children, first-year students aren't allowed inside the inner ring of the Living Library without a Librarian or Library Assistant to accompany them.

In accordance with the Law of Duos, the school boasts two dorms: Stella and Pluma, though there’s no real difference between them except for color palette. Officially, anyways. Stella tends to be favored by the more extroverted adventurous types, while introverts and quieter types flock to Pluma. Students are able to choose which dorm they would prefer to reside in, though they may be pushed in one direction or other based off of remaining rooms. Again, by the Law of Duos, each room fits two people. For the first year, students are assigned a random roommate inside their chosen dorm. From second year onwards, students can choose their own roommate, or be assigned one at random again.

While Night Raven has its housewardens, and Noble Bell has the Student Council, Twining Fates has the Student Librarians and the Library Assistants. There are always two Student Librarians, in accordance with... well, you can guess. There's additionally two student Library Assistants from each year. The Student Librarians act as the student body leaders, and the primary guides through the Living Library. Library Assistants have less authority, but they are the seconds to the Student Librarians. Student Librarians have full access to the Living Library, Library Assistants can access most of it.

The two current Student Librarians are Aster Cordula and Adie Harper. Traditionally, they will wear the uniform colors of each dorm; pink and white for one, blue and black for the other.

Considering the school's focus around both duos and librarians, it should come as no surprise that another name for the Headmage is the Head Librarian, and that there's always two of them. At the moment, they are only known as Headmage Blue and Headmage Violet.

I miss his horn 😔

If I'm not gonna work on my assignments I might as well commit to working on the creative thing. Tumblr I'm relying on you to hold me to keep working until I have a full fic and not give up halfway through.

Basic concept: Fake TWST event ft. new made-up school cause I wanna do SOMETHING with it.

Event plot line goes as follows: Despite the first Promising Young Mage Social ending in disaster, the schools agree to attempt holding it one more time. This time, the hosting school will be Twining Fates Academy, due to the school having a reputation for its extremely safe, controlled campus. Crowley ends up raffling another 10 students, but that number goes up to 14 due to the inclusion of Ramshackle dorm + Twining Fates specifically noting that groups of visitors should come in even numbers.

Note that this would take place in what I am referring to as my "Double-Yuu" AU... hence why the inclusion of Ramshackle brings the count to 14.

Explaining more later

The NRC Gossip Club would include:

Ortho "can dox someone within a milisecond" Shroud

Rook "is hiding somewhere in a tree" Hunt

Cater "snooping through your Magicam" Diamond

Lilia "knows your uncle's friend's cousin's kid's dogwalker" Vanrouge

Jamil "a totally average guy" Viper

Jade "looks mature but knows a lot" Leech

Ruggie "will sell information for a donut" Bucchi

"With no power comes all of my great and overwhelming responsibilities!" - Dire Crowley probably

Why yes, I COULD be working on those assignments I have been putting off! Am I? Of course not!

What am I doing instead? Making a whole new school in TWST, for some reason

first year sleeping arrangements

Never coming out to my mom as aroace but telling her I don't like cake is just about the same experience