"Heeeey, Yu. So yeah I was washing the dishes and a glass broke in my hand and cut it. There's blood all over my hand now. But don't worry, none of it got near the dishes and I cleaned up the glass! Uh... do you know where the med kit is?"

-@poorlynamedrpblog

" . . . You what---"

Yu is absolutely dumbfounded. Flabbergasted, if you will. He blinks once, twice, and then shakes himself out of his stupor.

"I moved some of the stuff to the guest room without saying anything, so I guess that's my fault... No, wait. Hang on. I'll just get it myself. Don't go anywhere."

He leaves and comes back with antibiotic ointment and bandages.

"You... did already wash your hands, right? And cleaned the wound?"

“L… ‘Little pet’?”

to all 3 of your new ocs … thoughts on yuhua and can we be friends 🥺

Omggg yes

Yizé:

Yu..? Oh! He's that kid from Night Raven without any magic. He seems really cool... and a bit intimidating, haha. Of course we can be friends! Do you like anime? We can watch some"

Nancy:

"Yu seems like an interesting person. I don't know him well, but it's unfortunate he's stuck here without any idea about the world. Jack seems to like him, so he's probably pretty okay. ...Friends? Hmm, okay. But you better stay committed."

Blaze:

"Crewel's little pet? I dunno, he's fine I guess. He's at least useful for something as TA. Still... he's so fake it's annoying. F-Friends? Hah! You think I'll just agree to that? You need to prove yourself first."

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Happy April Fool's!

it's sad that us nrc students can't celebrate since the biggest joke of all is our headmage

Yu, I'm kidnapping you, too. You go through too much suffering 😔. There will he yummy things and tea.

-@poorlynamedrpblog

(Ooc: I'm so sorry. I think I'm funny)

what do you mean you're kidnapping m--

...

...okay. im sold. lets go

w. why does riddle's mom have a blog.

mallowleaves Horns. Black hair, reptilian eyes, and horns. Malva takes a deep breath, trying very, very hard to make it not sound like she's sighing, and asks, "horns, as in, a similar shape to mine?" She gestures to the pair of horns atop her head. By the Seven, had she not raised that boy to be more polite than this? Sneaking out to stand menacingly in someone else's yard. Unbelievable. Had Lilia not known? Had he not at least tried to stop this? Why- ... Wait. "If I may ask, have you been... Speaking, to him? Keeping him company?" She can't let this opportunity pass through her fingers. She can't. Her little Snapdragon is finally making friends (or at least people who aren't from the Valley of Thorns that are on his side but it's a start), and she'll be damned if she'll let him ruin that for himself.

Yu hesitates, and then--to the first question, nods slowly. And then he has to nod again to the second question. He's not really sure what to make of Malva's reaction, so his response is somewhat careful.

"I have. It's not every night, but I'd say we see each other frequently enough to be friends...?"

Hopefully that isn't overstepping, but he feels like Yue'er seemed sorely in need of friends. Maybe it was his tendency to show up unprompted in the middle of the night that made it obvious.

"Hi there..."

There's an almost shy-looking boy passing through to welcome you, yellow eyes that should be striking hidden partially behind his long bangs. Although he straightens his posture and clears his throat to make his voice more confident-sounding, he still can't look Malva in the eyes. Of course, this is none other than the magicless resident of Ramshackle...

"It's, ah, nice to see more people around these parts. The more the merrier, right?" The smile he gives actually looks quite cordial and polite; it makes it seem like he's not afraid of other people. "So, I thought I'd stop by. The name's Yu."

-- @piece-of-your-world

Malva smiles, amused at Yu's awkwardness, "it's rather hard to forget the name of the child who entered NRC without magic, you know," even harder yet still to forget the name of the person involved with so many overblots, but she decides that he probably didn't need a reminder of that.

Let's see... She had heard through the grapevine that he was made Crewel's assistant. Though that was a bit ago (right after the school year started, if she remembered correctly), she wonders if making a child with unknown origins and no way to contact their guardians an employee was, well, legal (morality is out of the question. This was NRC after all). That, plus the sheer state the Ramshackle building is in, Malva wonders if Crowley had threatened Yu that he'd be thrown out into the streets if he didn't do as he was told.

The theory makes her eye twitch slightly in agitation. But at the end of the day, she had no proof of that, so there was nothing she could do. Malva gives Yu the kindest smile she could, trying to bury the thought, "How has NRC been for you? No problems with the students of my dorm, I hope?"

She inwardly sighs. She wouldn't be surprised if there were problems, in all honesty. NRC students and their rowdiness. She'll have to talk to Malleus about them later.

"Oh--that's my nickname for him in my parents' tongue, I don't actually know his name. He wouldn't tell me."

At this point, Yu basically knows his name what with all the school events that have happened, but. He hasn't actually had it confirmed for him, so he's not gonna say it to someone else. Also, he's pretty sure Yue'er wanted to keep his identity secret for a reason, so who's he to disrespect that? Assuming he's right, anyway.

"Um... He's way taller than I am, with black hair and these really sharp, almost reptilian green eyes. Has these horns atop his head, too." That's sufficient for a description, right?

Yu smiles a little sheepishly. "And, uh, please don't be too hard on him if you do talk to him about it? He's not creepy or anything, just kind of eccentric and... lonely, I guess." It's probably not his place to try and argue on poor Yue'er's behalf, but he would feel bad if him 'snitching' led to some kind of punishment.

"Hi there..."

There's an almost shy-looking boy passing through to welcome you, yellow eyes that should be striking hidden partially behind his long bangs. Although he straightens his posture and clears his throat to make his voice more confident-sounding, he still can't look Malva in the eyes. Of course, this is none other than the magicless resident of Ramshackle...

"It's, ah, nice to see more people around these parts. The more the merrier, right?" The smile he gives actually looks quite cordial and polite; it makes it seem like he's not afraid of other people. "So, I thought I'd stop by. The name's Yu."

-- @piece-of-your-world

Malva smiles, amused at Yu's awkwardness, "it's rather hard to forget the name of the child who entered NRC without magic, you know," even harder yet still to forget the name of the person involved with so many overblots, but she decides that he probably didn't need a reminder of that.

Let's see... She had heard through the grapevine that he was made Crewel's assistant. Though that was a bit ago (right after the school year started, if she remembered correctly), she wonders if making a child with unknown origins and no way to contact their guardians an employee was, well, legal (morality is out of the question. This was NRC after all). That, plus the sheer state the Ramshackle building is in, Malva wonders if Crowley had threatened Yu that he'd be thrown out into the streets if he didn't do as he was told.

The theory makes her eye twitch slightly in agitation. But at the end of the day, she had no proof of that, so there was nothing she could do. Malva gives Yu the kindest smile she could, trying to bury the thought, "How has NRC been for you? No problems with the students of my dorm, I hope?"

She inwardly sighs. She wouldn't be surprised if there were problems, in all honesty. NRC students and their rowdiness. She'll have to talk to Malleus about them later.

interest checker ♪

(( hi!! i haven't done much because to be honest i don't know how to approach some people or if it's wanted, so here's this little interest check form? it'll help me know more about people, mutuals and non-mutuals who are interested here and all that

(( also if you want to interact but dont have an rp blog for your character that's fine, just put N/A or your personal url for the first question

He blushes a little, embarrassed--for someone who views himself as so mundane and nobody-ish, it's easy to forget that people actually know him because he's been involved in so much chaos. Her kindness is appreciated, though.

"It's been fine," Yu says vaguely. "I've at least come out of everything in one piece, haha."

After witnessing several Overblots and accidentally getting dragged into fights between Overblots, that's probably less of a joke and more of an achievement than he thinks it is.

"But Diasomnia hasn't given me much trouble, to be honest." He mumbles, "I mean, there's Sebek, who's really loud; and Yue'er, who keeps showing up in my yard in the dead of night; but I think their hearts are in the right place because they're not causing actual problems..."

"Hi there..."

There's an almost shy-looking boy passing through to welcome you, yellow eyes that should be striking hidden partially behind his long bangs. Although he straightens his posture and clears his throat to make his voice more confident-sounding, he still can't look Malva in the eyes. Of course, this is none other than the magicless resident of Ramshackle...

"It's, ah, nice to see more people around these parts. The more the merrier, right?" The smile he gives actually looks quite cordial and polite; it makes it seem like he's not afraid of other people. "So, I thought I'd stop by. The name's Yu."

-- @piece-of-your-world

Malva smiles, amused at Yu's awkwardness, "it's rather hard to forget the name of the child who entered NRC without magic, you know," even harder yet still to forget the name of the person involved with so many overblots, but she decides that he probably didn't need a reminder of that.

Let's see... She had heard through the grapevine that he was made Crewel's assistant. Though that was a bit ago (right after the school year started, if she remembered correctly), she wonders if making a child with unknown origins and no way to contact their guardians an employee was, well, legal (morality is out of the question. This was NRC after all). That, plus the sheer state the Ramshackle building is in, Malva wonders if Crowley had threatened Yu that he'd be thrown out into the streets if he didn't do as he was told.

The theory makes her eye twitch slightly in agitation. But at the end of the day, she had no proof of that, so there was nothing she could do. Malva gives Yu the kindest smile she could, trying to bury the thought, "How has NRC been for you? No problems with the students of my dorm, I hope?"

She inwardly sighs. She wouldn't be surprised if there were problems, in all honesty. NRC students and their rowdiness. She'll have to talk to Malleus about them later.

this school even has an AITA blog??? crazy

💬

[TW: i don’t want to call it misgendering, but it depicts an FTM character using his birth pronouns in the narration because this is before he realized he was trans, so. jsyk]

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“Stop crying already.”

Yuhua sniffled, shaking like a leaf in a storm with uncontrollable sobs. Try as “she” might to stifle them, it didn’t work.

“Is there something wrong with you? I said to stop crying.”

If “she” were a flower, as “her” given name suggested, “she” would have withered right there on the spot. Instead, “she” simply wilted a bit, trying to become smaller in “her” seat. Maybe “she” could disappear if “she” tried hard enough.

“Didn’t you hear her? Crying doesn’t do anything.”

And now “her” mom was joining in, too. Yuhua tried not to cry even harder.

It wasn’t fair. She was barely home anyway because of work, and the one time she came to pick “her” up from Chinese class at their neighbor’s house, she turned on “her.”

Through “her” tears, Yuhua gripped “her” pencil tighter and tried to make out the question on the paper that had given “her” so much trouble. If only “she” could give the right answer right away without having to process it, maybe then “she” wouldn’t have been yelled at. And then maybe “she” wouldn’t have started crying, but of course “she” was too sensitive for that to not happen—

What if “she” didn’t have to go to this class at all? Wouldn’t that have saved everyone the trouble? Then “she” wouldn’t have to feel stupid, and “her” teacher and mom wouldn’t have to get mad, and—

“What’s the answer? Do you know?”

Yuhua swallowed down a violent sob and couldn’t respond.

Send a ‘💬’ to catch a glimpse of a memory my muse has.

(( I'm gonna be gradually removing my OCs from this blog and moving Chrysos to his own blog--because I don't really want to give Santiago and Davis their own blogs, sorry!--so keep that in mind please <33

Someone get help now! One of the second years is overblotting! An Octavinelle student I think? Finn? yes Finn Clearcove!

-A random NRC student

(I'm sorry this dialogue is horrible but it's 2am and I wanted to send this before I forgot)

what.

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Chrysos almost wanted to take it as a sick, sick joke. He's no stranger to being mocked and made to be a fool, after all. There was plenty of that involved in court politics. But the bitter stench alone of blot becomes obvious the more he runs.

"Chrysos!" Santiago shouts, being pulled along by the hand. "Where are we going?"

It didn't register to him the death grip he'd had on the beastman's hand until then, but even so, Chrysos refuses to let go or slow down.

"We," he says, almost breathless from running far faster than he'd ever needed to in his life, "are going to stop Finn's Overblot."

And without leaving any more room for questions, he keeps running.

friendship with ace ended

now my best friend is deuce (who made me a whole birthday cake with minimal help from trey??? oh my god /pos)

for Reasons this post is a joke but i do appreciate the cake a lot

Rain kept falling directly in my eyes today wtf

Chrysos and Santiago! Have you two ever had any interest in travel?

"Yes!" exclaims Santiago immediately, whipping out his phone. "It's in my nature to be free and not cooped up, and besides—hang on, lemme find it—" He holds up his screen, displaying Cater's Magicam page. "Have you seen some of the pictures that Diamond guy from Heartslabyul posts? Who wouldn't want to? I mean, imagine me snapping awesome selfies like that—"

"Self-obsessed," Chrysos mutters, shoving Santiago's shoulder.

The bird beastman sticks his tongue out at him. "You'd be, too, if you had looks as good as mine."

"You're hilarious." Chrysos rolls his eyes. "To answer the question: of course I have. It's just that I'm not sure where I'd go if I could, so I've mostly limited it to school trips where the location is already predetermined."

"Then how about we go somewhere together sometime? You can let me choose—"

"—you'd probably get us lost or kidnapped immediately, forget about it—"

"—rude!"