>censors All Existing Data On Trans Healthcare

I love this design!

masquerade yuu rkgk

something that bothers me just a little bit is how much the svsss fandom plays up the "beef" between sqq and sqh.... sqq is like. a bit mean. as banter!! by the end of the story it's more For The Bit than because of any genuine "hatred". sqq doesn't insult sqh every time they meet and he isn't always denying their friendship (if anything it's the other way around lol, see chapter 14). he isn't constantly agressively beating him with his fan. afaik he only actually beats him up one time - in chapter 21, after the shen jiu thing and after sqh teases him about regret of chunshan. sqq doesn't bully sqh and sqh really isn't the pathetic wet hamster people think he is :(

I have the headcanon that the sky kids are homunculus that have fallen stars as their powersource made during the ancient civilization. Unknown of their purpose but to explore and learn from what was once was by said mimicry in hopes of finding their original purpose. With the stars, they can truly never "die" or at least have lifespans that will exceed written time. They have no true context but to observe.

The thing about the setting of Sky COTL is that even though the player characters can all fly the world is built by an ancient civilization of people who could not and pretty much all the NPCs you will interact with outside of the dev inserts during anniversaries etc. are spirits of those people who could not fly. as a sky kid you are functionally just a mimic that takes on the appearance of the ancestors and picks up their gestures and fashions through imitation of their cultures you are exposed to. you don’t sneeze innately - you learn how to do a sneeze gesture by watching a spirit sneeze. this is how you learn how to wave to people, how to dance, how to applaud. when sky kids (players) communicate with each other, this is the language they have learned to do so, but because of how players communicate with each other, they are abstracting the language from the ancients into a sky kid culture of their own. player communities use the Bow emote frequently with each other in gratitude at every little interaction, which makes sky kids out to be funny little courteous guys. i got so offroaded from what i was going to say originally, which is that the pleasure of a world where you can fly is not necessarily one absent stairs, but one where stairs exist but where you can circumvent them with flight

SKY CHILD

Game: Sky: Children of the light

"A child born from pure light, will shine as bright as the stars in a night sky"

I thought of something. So you know how Grim calls Yuu/Mc "henchman"? Naturally, the first thought is having superiority over them and filling up his ego, but what if it is something else?

In stories at one point a someone close to the protagonist will betray them like friends or siblings, but with the villains very rarely the henchmen betray them unless they have prolonged contact with the "good guy" or the villain is abusive to the henchman.

What if Grim calls you henchman because he trust that you will never leave him and maintains his ideal goal of being someone important?

Since he is always by your side and doesn't harm you, there is no reason for you to turn your back towards the Great Grim, right?

A non-negligible amount of people in the fandom dislike Grim, but I'll put it out there that I'm one of the 50% of the fandom who actually likes him. Why?

He's ugly. He's stinky. He has no redeeming features. He's a little creature with not even half a brain.

That's it. Unlike me fighting for Malleus' fictional rights, I really don't have anything to say about Grim because he is greedy, he is gluttonous, he's a little dick who has zero self awareness. But he does love the player, and though he has the empathy of a loaf of bread, he pulls through sometimes and shows he's scared of losing them. Like once a year.

And honestly that's enough for me. For all his faults and the amount of shit he puts Yuu through, I still do appreciate the companionship he offers. I like to think Grim's shenanigans make Yuu forget about their homesickness, and give the relief that they're able to make a family in this strange world.

I do understand why people would be sick of him though lol. I had a little experience teaching toddlers when I was a teenager, and I quickly learned that I'm more tolerant than most. That's probably why I can't get mad at him. Grim is worse than most toddlers though, and given he also has the spirit of a cat mixed in, it's really not a surprise that he'd tire out lots of folks. 🤣

But for the curious and can't understand why we love Grim, it's just the silly kind of warmth and companionship he offers. Kind of like why cat lovers have a toxic relationship with their cats who use their arm as a scratch post lol. And honestly it's fine if we don't get understood; affection just comes differently to people.

Prompt: "You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth... If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

Pairing: Dire Crowley and GN!Prefect/ Yuu/ MC

Genre: Yandere (platonic)

TW: Yandere Dire Crowley, crow man's delusional and literally does not give two fucks, just generally creepy vibes all around.

AN: I am so, so, so sorry for what you are about to read now lol. If you get too confused in the middle, don't worry, I was just as confused writing this but my brain just wouldn't rest until I finished and posted this so here we are. The basic summary of this is that Yuu or the Prefect is trapped in an endless cycle because Crowley overblotted. You might have to read this twice or thrice to understand the how and why <3

He knows.

From the moment he sees them, he remembers.

He remembers and he watches as they do it again.

And again.

And again.

A puppet, unaware of their being handled by someone else, someone kinder and gentler who just wants to keep them safe and sound.

Even if it means trapping them in an endless cycle.

Even if he is the only one who sees and notices and remembers.

Dire Crowley cuts an imposing figure as he stands in his office, facing an ornate mirror. Not the Dark Mirror, no. This particular mirror has its roots in mystical arcane magic, from the times of Jupiter and when the Titans roamed free. Dire has a faint memory of his mother, the Crowley Matriarch, telling him to be careful with it, to pass it down to his heir as she had, to him.

Crystal clear, it beckons to him to reveal himself. To bare himself, imperfections and flaws laid out in the privacy of his office for it to see.

A selfish, sadistic desire to pick apart every carefully constructed lie, each bejeweled facade to show the utter mess of a man that lies beneath it all arises in him; he finds himself indulging in it more often than he likes to admit.

The masked man removes his mask for what is not the first time, and most certainly would not be the last. Sharp golden eyes look on as black ink, once held within the confines of his mask, drips down his face. Times like these make him wonder and marvel at how he has not met his demise yet.

Fingers adorned with golden claws rise and touch the blot, marveling at how cold it feels as it stains his skin. Lesser mages would have been dead long ago, Crowley knows this. Slight dread rises in him at the thought, knowing that his magic reserves are long finished; he lives on borrowed time and magic.

But then again, who cares? As long as he can have them here, where they belong, safe and sound-

A knock resonates through the room, startling the headmage. He quickly puts the mask on his face again and clears his throat, saying, "Come in."

He watches as they walk in, no doubt to complain about something, or to talk about their financial situation. Perhaps he should increase their allowance? After all, it is their being, their magic that sustains him, and allows him to live through these lifetimes watching over the unassuming, now magicless human he had imprinted on and the students they had endeared themself to.

Crowley watches as they speak, unable to stop his lips from curling up into a smile. He hems and haws and lies through his teeth about not being able to find them a way back.

He sees the light in their eyes dim; it is a small change, one that doesn't stay for long. But the magicless human is precious to him, and so he observes them. He watches them leave his office silently, a stark contrast to when their impatience and indignance have them cursing his name to the skies. No outcome, no outburst of their emotions will be able to move his cold, frozen heart to thaw, however; they belong to Twisted Wonderland, as Twisted Wonderland belongs to them.

In their first lifetime, Crowley recalls with the fondness of a father thinking of his grown-up child, they did possess magic; far different in nature, but magic nonetheless. And powerful too, considering the aura of it radiated from their being even as something stopped them from being able to use it.

Crowley wonders if it was so that he could see how invaluable, how indispensable they were.

How the entirety of Twisted Wonderland was made for them.

He did try, the first time, to find them a way back home. Endless efforts were dedicated to researching the existence of universes and multiverses. Of course, such exhaustive research would take time, time which he saw them spend getting close to the students of Night Raven College and fighting overblots.

Seven overblots, in the span of one year.

A record untouched by any other being, mage or otherwise. A record they kept making each and every lifetime they spent in the loop. A record that became his new normal, so much so that he no longer gives more than a cursory glance to the overblots and their aftermath.

He knows how it all ends, after all.

In their first lifetime, his efforts had bore fruit. His studies revealed a way to connect the Dark Mirror to their plane of existence, through the use of the very mirror that was hidden behind his back. His blood had run cold at the revelation, and he spent the next few weeks? months? looking for alternatives. For other ways to be able to send them back.

Until one day, the Prefect found out.

As they angrily interrogated him for the reasons behind his silence, asking him why he would not send them back even though there was a way, he realized exactly why he was hesitant about sending them back.

Crowley had no spouse, no children. But the mirror, the mirror which had been in his family for generations, needed an heir. One who could gain control over it, rather than have it control them like it did with so many of his ancestors, including his mother.

Surely the one dubbed a beast-tamer could tame such a dangerously powerful magical artefact?

He desperately begged and bargained with them, trying to change their mind. Trying to entice them into staying forever in Twisted Wonderland, as his heir. He offered them gold and silver, riches beyond what one would expect a man like him to have. He offered them the immense honour and prestige that came with being a deity that the entirety of Twisted Wonderland bowed to.

But they... they refused to stay. The only thing that was in their mind was to go home. Why couldn't they get it through their head that Twisted Wonderland was meant to be their home?

The aftermath of that argument... Crowley's memories are hazy at best. He remembers waking up in a pool of blot, the sticky ink covering his hands and the top of his face, dripping constantly. He remembers the mirror glowing as he dragged himself to it like a mindless moth flies to the flame even with the risk of getting burned.

Words had slipped through his mouth like the prayers of the devout at the altar of their deity, the faint and familiar hum of magic accompanied by a slight crackle of dark miasma.

"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor... My proud, beautiful flower of evil. You are truly the fairest one of all," he had spoken, not knowing exactly what spell he was casting. All he knew, was that he was succumbing to the mirror, the same way his mother had; the same way all of his ancestors had, giving into the madness that such unchecked power and magic could create.

"O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek.." A vision of them, standing on the other side of the mirror, had Crowley try to reach out to them. His hand grazed the solid glass, before passing through it. He watched as their eyes widened and they took a step back.

"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth... If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror." A shiver of thrill ran up his spine as they gingerly placed their hand in his after giving his words some thought, even with all the doubt in their eyes. He curled his fingers around their warm hand, and pulled.

He later found out that, during his overblot, he had managed to trap a significant portion of their soul in the mirror that was his family heirloom. The mirror rejected their magic, foreign as it was, and somehow those powers transferred themselves over to Crowley.

The words Crowley spoke, was the way to invoke their soul and bring them back each time they left Twisted Wonderland. A reset button, if you will.

Every time they show the slightest hint of wanting to leave, the slightest glimpse of understanding that he is the one they need to defeat in order to go home, he resets. Memories get wiped and Twisted Wonderland moulds beneath his gold-plated fingertips to what it was before. They say time waits for no man, but then again, Dire Crowley is more monster than human now. And so it bends to his will, but not without taking away his memories as well.

But then he sees them.

And he remembers.

EELS!!!!!!!!

Eel getting jiggled while their thief friend (with the the thin beaky mouth) eats the snacks next to em and then another comes in for pets and possible snacks but gets accidentally snoot booped and runs away

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I can imagine Floyd or Jade getting distracted and the other brother stealing the snack.

Im imagining that post-canon but pre-slash, Mobei Jun visiting Shang Qinghua on An Ding peak and all of the younger disciples (who have no idea who Mobei Jun is) just assume Mobei Jun is Shang Qinghua’s beautiful trophy wife

After procrastinating for 3 weeks, my first crochet project is done! It took 2 months. I used @cherrcrochets strawberry kitty pattern as a base with an 8 mm hook.

Is he ugly? Yes!

Little Grimmy!