#mhyk spoilers

[lenofiga]

MHYK Part 2 Chapter 22 Section 10

Bradley: Nero.

Nero: …

Bradley: Come with me. We need to talk.

Bradley: To gain something irreplaceable to you spells death.

Bradley: As Bradley the Northern Wizard, I ought to punish those who betray me, or else I’d be doing those who trusted me with their lives a disservice. A creed I must naturally uphold. I get where you’re coming from, Eva. But see, that very esteemed creed chains me down.

My pride is worth giving up my life for, don’t get me wrong. Depriving me of my freedom though? I’m not putting up with that. My fate and my soul are mine to rule. I’d break free from whatever it is shackling me, myself included. Watch me dance with my doom, Eva. I’d have them wrap around my fingers.

Bradley: Here you go.

Nero: Mana stones…

Nero: Are those Eva’s?

Bradley: Close. It’s the one who consumed Eva. …Ha, what am I doing? You don’t want this.

Nero: Nah… I’ll take it.

Bradley: Good. You do that. She had a soft spot for you.

Nero: For fuck's sake, that was you… She harped on manners and courtesy, so all she had for me were glares. For someone so smart, this guy can be obtuse…

Nero: She’ll be missed… I know you were fond of her.

Bradley: Eh, I’m used to partings.

Nero: …

Nero: Try harder, you’re not fooling me…

Bradley: Answer me, Nero.

Nero: I’m all ears…

Bradley: Why did you run away?

Nero: …

Nero: Being with you was unbearably draining, knowing I could never become what you wanted me to be.

Bradley: …

Nero: But look, none of this is your fault… I’m the anomaly here. Life in the North wasn’t for me.

Bradley: You know that’s not true.

Nero: It is. Anyone could tell. Anyone except you, apparently.

Bradley: Haha. Brutal.

Nero: I liked you, you know? I don’t expect you to believe me, but even now I could die for you.

Bradley: …

Nero: I visited many places after, but I could never find anyone like you.

Bradley: Could’ve visited me in prison then.

Nero: …When does your sentence end?

Bradley: Beats me.

Nero: …Oh…

Nero: You know, living here at the Magic Manor and interacting with Oz and Mithra and the rest of them got me thinking…

Bradley: Mhm.

Nero: They’re terrifying as hell, sure, but I’ve come to believe they’re not as awful as they seem.

Nero: So then, how come you’re the only one locked up in prison? What about them?

Bradley: …

Nero: …Then again…

Nero: He would off me if I told him I’d rather he stayed locked up… He loves his freedom more than anything.

Bradley: Nero.

Nero: Hm?

Bradley: I remember you saying I’m free to execute you after we fend off the Great Calamity.

Nero: …

Nero: That I did.

Bradley: Give me your life. I have better use for it than turning you to stone.

Nero: …What do you mean by that?

Bradley: Once we fend off the Great Calamity, Figaro and the twins are next on my list. Join me, Partner.

Nero: …

Nero: Fine.

#mhyk spoilers #it's been a while since i translated stuff so I'm trying to practice with main story snippets #but my vocab is too crappy for mahoyaku im sorry

[flovverworks]

found my 2nd anni screenshots while cleaning thro a folder. god. ill only talk about it briefly so i dont spend a yr but akira enjoying themself in peace looking at the ocean feeling like royalty.......and then 2 massive monsters appears. and akiras whole "what is that?!?!" when they meet up with snow & white. "mithra and oz are fighting" "(akira who is convinced they heard them wrong) what is that?!?!" LIKEEEEEEE ITS SO DIRE BUT ITS FUNNY

also the parts when trying to figure out the sages power...T_T brad not wanting to hold oz' cuz wtf, but since its the easiest way to get back akira keeps with the "well, either oz or mithra. it doesnt matter to me" to which prideful mithra goes "what do u mean it doesnt matter ofc u want it to be me" "ok thats great thank u mithra" ??????????? theyre so funny

and then akira getting to cry when its all over which im always SOOO thankful for cuz that entire day SUCKED for them. oz handing them a handkerchief. maybe out of compassion maybe (snow&white voice) cuz he didnt want mithra&co to see akira had cried and start a fight with oz again. and akira not believing thatd happen in the Slightest but also enjoying the idea. ourgh. the human desire to be cared for (reading too much into it but also its such a small tiny thing that happens often so).

#stardust speaking ! #mhyk spoilers #also mithra sulking and things going back to normal once akira hands him meat likeeeeeeeee #mithra is so unintentionally funny i adore him #i didnt read much else cuz i realized id sit there for hours if i did but #the figaro and faust. the faust and lennox. the lennox and cain. riquet and mitile. arthur and oz. #CHLOE AND RUSTICA #the list goes on #wizards cant hold meetings..... #promise of wizard is such a lovely series when it comes to characterization

[sasaranurude]

Mahoyaku main story part 2 spoilers below !!!!!!

Video of every time Gille touches his goddamn glasses

#suchobabbles #mahoyaku spoilers #mhyk spoilers

[etrangeres]

(This same little presentation was posted about a month ago on my twitter! I just figured I may as well put it here now.)

Since mahoyaku is getting an anime, I thought I'd do what I did for IDOLiSH7 back in the day and make a SUPER BEGINNER'S GUIDE for mahoyaku!

If you're unfamiliar with mahoyaku but are fans of IDOLiSH7, Tsushimi is the scenario writer! I highly recommend checking out one if you like the other.

This assumes zero knowledge and is (largely) spoiler-free so as not to ruin some of the surprises of Part 1 of the main story!

See the rest of the character intros below the cut, since it gets pretty long.

#mahoyaku #mhyk #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #promise of wizard #tsushimi bunta #idolish7 #there are some spoilers throughout #such is the nature of fandom #lots of common knowledge stuff that was a surprise then but isn't so much now

[meephisto-underscore]

with the new twst update i continue spreading my agenda

#twst spoilers #ozlili #they're married trust me #twst #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #mahoyaku #mhyk #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mhyk oz #fanart

[aria0fgold]

The thing bout me being so fixated on The Cursing of Château Castle is that in order to understand and fill in the blanks of the setting the story was written in, I first have to understand isat's world itself. But thankfully being a mhyk fan as well, it prepared me for the worldbuilding that isat has because it's around the same level with each other. By that I mean that some concepts in isat isn't built the same way those concepts are in reality, which are commonplace. Like, Vaugarde is a country whose belief system is centered around Change, so change craft is an integral part of it but in Ka Bue, its belief system is centered around Expressions and change craft is illegal in it cuz of its "unknown limits." But it Is still possible to find places that knows change craft if you know where to look (something that Odile knows of too).

Meanwhile The Country's belief system centers on stars and space, in which case no one else other than those that knows of the belief can fully understand what stars and the objects beyond the sky are. Their knowledge of it are surface level basically, also something to note is that whenever Siffrin says "stars," it seems to be said in the language, or remnants of the language of The Country considering that Isabeau had to ask around what "stars" mean but it also is pretty clear that stars is part of the Vaugardian language and is something commonly known as the flickering lights in the night sky.

So basically, commonplace concepts in reality isn't as common nor does it even exist at all in the isat universe. So we go back to the setting of which The Cursing of Château Castle is possibly written on, clearly it's set in a place were castles are common, which means that there's a high chance of it being set during the medieval times of isat. BUT! Due to the way isat's world is built, that "medieval time" isn't something that can be based off of the way it worked in reality. Especially considering the fact that isat's world is already somewhat set in older times by the fact that modern technology isn't a thing that exists in it (such as phones).

And that the medieval times in reality is rife with a Lot of Problems but those same problema are already dismantled and might as well cease to exist with the way isat's world is built so the problems during isat's medieval times differs by a Lot. So in order to pinpoint and approximate What problems continues to exist in those times within isat and what other problems became a thing in regards to the changes of concepts and belief systems of isat's world.

#aria rants #isat spoilers #this get the spoiler tags cuz i talked bout the country a bit. am just analyzing what the past of isat's world looked #also when i mean that mhyk's world is around the same level as isat is that basically #in mhyk. the wizards' concept of love and gender/sexuality is Much more broad than it is in reality #love. gender. and sexuality. are concepts that has No Label. towards the wizards. love is love #whatever expression of love an individual has is their version of love even if it differs from another's #they dont care about another person's gender or sexuality. what matters to them is the person themselves #and that person's expression of themself. so in a way-- mhyk and isat are in the same level #in regards to that in which the concepts commonplace in reality is dismantled in their universe #which is smth that i really love about mhyk cuz it manages to hit my way of seeing love as well

[yellowymellon]

I'll never shut up Abt the resemblance between hnk and mhyk. Both worlds terrorized by the moon? Even oz used the oh so tragic phos words "REDACTED taken away by the moon"

I highly recommend u play mhyk since y'all are already used to pain :,)

#makes me feel things #imagine if murr was in hnk 💀 #Shylock would probably be like hnk rutile lol #when i played mhyk i had just finished reading hnk and i kept associating rutile With rutile 😭 #spoilers i dislike manga hnk rutile #mhyk #hnk #houseki no kuni #promise of wizard

[deerlydreaming]

oh my god my head is so full of the new mhyk event i dont even know what to say. owen once again showing that actions speak louder than his words for him. he saved chloe from being turned into stone. he stopped oz from intervening when it wouldve. he walked alongside them. he walked alongside them he walked alongside them AUGHHGHGHHG i need to write my essay about how owen like. operates because i think ive gotten it pretty solid on. i was thrown off by the valentines event when he killed dr. dolce up and until HE used the word suffering.... making it a "mercy" kill. i bet he'd have given the posion to the one dying anyhow. its the fact that he has TWICE now been associated directly with a poison that kills in a way that doesn't bring suffering to those who consumed it. its him living to his own standards but no one stopping to care to figure out what it is. im not saying he nice, because he is not nice, and i am not saying he is kind, because he is not. but i do believe he is, to a certain extent, compassionate. (or maybe that isnt the word i wish to use either, my brain is buzzing rn) and his caustic words are used as a way to snap people out of - what he believes - to be delusions of a life that can be kind, when that is not what he has experienced by its hands. this is really just surface level thoughts and im going to write something more coherent later on but oh my god this event was made for me

#cee talks about mhyk #mhyk #mhyk event spoilers

[toestalucia]

guhhh i rly enjoyed the lil event story....T_T grans casual speaking....theresa speaking about justice smiling and gran being curious & wanting to see that......allowing her to go on more difficult missions & immediadetly giving her info please ZERO wait. theresa being able to use her skills n learning more through her meetings with the crew.............justice.........mother....................collapses....the entire tea party...T_T uuuuuu captain.................

#stardust speaking ! #gbf spoilers #shakes cygames give me caim next #honestly the 'shes like ur mother huh' and captain laughing at their argument immmm...............so weak........................... #rly good content....................... #i lov parent relations........ #i miss suis event alrdy that one was SO good #i think that one. sincerely your dearest friend. and 8th anni r my fav events this year #w sincerely at top cuz it was so everything i want its terrifying. especially when they introduced star coffer and then released sincerely #like THAT hurt. more than anything #suis event about love..................the same yr i started reading mhyk........ #can i love you? can you love me? #aauugghhhh SUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIII #where is my cupitan event tho...i was admittedly expecting it now..........shes my fav chara since mika&shitori.......... #'they brainwashed my friend:( <- is the one being brainwashed BY HERSELF' #i adore cupitan im so sad i still dont have her playable #like i def think its overthetop gore so im SO surprised i liked it as much as i did #angst-wise too. especially w how fioritos dad........and also that the fire in kolulus story..........its rly. A Lot LOL #ok gbf talk over. i literally cant quit gbf cuz the events got me in such a grip

[lenofiga]

Owen was really like, "I can kill that General if you want. Just this once for you uwu" His love language is murder

#mhyk spoilers

[flovverworks]

not to arthur main story pt2 post but the combination of “cain asks arthur why hes so reckless. arthur says he feels he wont live long” and “arthur makes a promise” makes me dizzy

#stardust speaking ! #death// #mhyk spoilers #i feel hed come to that solution anyway considering his reasoning for it but it. it makes me dizzy #do u get where im coming from <- person who refuses to elaborate #central wizard oz.................... #thought about fea the entire time cuz to this day the love i have for 'change ur fate' plots is unlimited #sumia as well......................... #aauughgghgh oz is SO COOL #ill read ch9 n 10 asap

[okitagumi]

I love Idolish7 so I'm almost sold but what is MHYK about?

gay wizards but the moon is evil

#hope this helps #asks #anon #no but fr i dont wanna like. spoiler too much and all that but it's good 10/10 would recommend mhyk story to everyone #mhyk

[kamidukki]

Butlers' Crest

⚠ ❗❗Spoiler warning❗❗ ⚠

The following post contains spoilers to album's content titled [Butler's name]の紋章 / Butler's crest.

1st floor butlers

No stripping Bastien sprite, sadly (but the dialogue indicates that he does take his clothes off to show us his crest. Or is it just unbuttoning the shirt? I forgot at the moment writing this)

2nd floor butlers

No stripping Fennesz and Ammon. Understandable on Fennesz's part since his crest is on his upper-middle chest (right above his sternum). The dialogue indicates he undid the top button(s). Ammon, on the other hand, does strip and show his crest to us, which is on the back of his right thigh btw. Maybe that's why they didn't give us the stripping image/sprite, haha.

3rd floor butlers

No stripping Nac. But just like Ammon, he's actually taking off some articles of clothing to show his crest (somewhere on his thigh). AND LUCAS, oh my god, what a clown. If this is mhyk, you'd be cancelled right away. His crest is on the back of his neck so all he had to do was to lift his hair up, but no, he's stripping, lmaoooo 😂

Basement butlers

Now, this is actually the reason why I made this post. Since the teaser of episode 3 is out and shown in the picture is Lato's weapon, many speculates it's going to be Lato-centric. I went to checked what is shown in the memory about the crest... Yeah, he's not stripping (he is, just not shown in the sprite). I recall in the シラユメ MV that he is, and there is a number branded right above his lower right-side ribs (?) that reads 3719 (even though something comes up before 3 but it's unclear what it is). Combined with his initial story and 1st Anniversary card story, let's be prepared for some heavy angst... Maybe.

Villa butlers

No comment aside from Yuuhan is ripped 👀

#aknk #akuneko #あくねこ #悪魔執事と黒い猫

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

The Stars Don’t Shine; They Burn

Happy Mother’s Day, Deuce and Ruggie.

I’m really into your looks 🥰 Think you can introduce me to your mom/grandma? This is a MHYK joke

***Mild spoilers for the Wish Upon a Star event!***

Imagine this...

The shooting stars were a spectacle to behold.

Blinking, twinkling, as they hung in the sky, like celestial beads decorating a dusky dress, like ornaments strewn up amid dark leaves. Then they fell from grace, plummeting to the earth as blurs of light streaking the night. Trails of sparkles followed, raining down like fine glitter--the stuff of faith, trust, and a little pixie dust.

All the people’s desires, come to seek their loving wishers.

This was the annual Star Sending.

It was a rare time of unity for the students and the staff of Night Raven College. One long, solemn breath held in their chests as they looked to the sky above.

So crystal clear, so spacious. Every little shimmering secret swirling overhead reflected back in Deuce’s watery eyes.

I did this. I helped make this a reality.

He sniffed, wiping at the tear trails left behind on his cheeks. The wetness was cool, temporary relief from the blazing summer heat, comforting him as he was cradled by the stars.

... I did it, mom.

She had sounded so close over the phone, almost as though she were right next to him, a hand laid on his shoulder as they watched the stars fall. He could see her smiling at him now, her face the portrait of motherly confidence.

A breeze sweeping her hair up in dark wisps. Starlight refracting in the peacock green of her irises.

Physical traits they shared.

Like mother, like son.

“I’m so proud of you, Deuce,” she had told him. “My little Stargazer. You’ve changed so much.”

Fresh sniffles tore through him at the memory.

He continued to rub at his eyes, whisking away the tears—but new ones formed, only to be continuously battered away. His face would likely be swollen and red by the end of the night.

Rosebuds blooming into full flowers in the heady summer.

Burning tears collected in the corners of Deuce’s eyes. They clung to him like dewdrops on morning leaves, refusing to fall until their dying moments.

Overhead, the constellations shifted. Shining sugar continued to drift down upon the world.

I’m... no longer the person I was before. I’m moving forward. These tears... are just proof of that, aren’t they?

Deuce clasped his hands together, casting a wobbling smile to the sky.

“I’m... changing.”

The wind rushed out of him when he uttered those words—almost as though a binding spell had been released. The magic, his expelled breath, fanned through the field, at last liberated to the world.

He laughed through his tears, throwing his arms out to embrace the sky, the stars. Fabric billowed. The accessories on his outfit tinkled in turn, ringing in a merry welcome, a new start.

The sun, the moon, the stars.

The galaxy expanding before his very eyes.

Deuce was spellbound by it all.

A jostle to his arm snapped him out of it. He stumbled, found his footing again, and whipped his head to face his impish assailant.

“Whoops, sorry ‘bout that! Didn’t see you there, Deuce-kun.”

“Bucchi-senpai!!”

Deuce’s hands instinctively flew to his pockets—or where they would be, were it not for his Stargazer robes. There had been no place to stash his wallet, and therefore, nothing of value for Ruggie to swipe. The first year sighed in relief—before he realized that his eyes were still wet, and panic seized him.

“I-I wasn’t crying! I was so amazed by the shooting stars that I forgot to blink!!” Deuce blurted out. “I-It’s just pollen allergies!”

“Uh, that’s one more excuse than you needed there,” Ruggie pointed out, snickering. “Chill, I won’t rat you out or anything. I’m just here to get a good view of the stars.”

“O-Oh, right!!” He robotically side stepped and gestured, offering up the space where he had once been standing to his upperclassman.

“Nishishi, how nice of you~ Don’t mind if I do!”

Ruggie slid over, staring out into space. His snickers gave way to quiet, his gaze steadily passing from star to star as they blazed through the sky.

Strangely solemn.

“Man... Ortho-kun went so high up. He cleared that cloud like it was nothing...” the hyena mumbled. His eyes were glazed over, yet slightly shiny--like the glaze on the donuts he loved so much.

“Bucchi-senpai...” Deuce balled his hands. Passion rose up in his throat. “I understand how you’re feeling!”

“Huh, you do?”

“The stars are so pretty, you’ve forgotten to blink too, right?!” The first year eagerly pumped hist fists into the air. “You just want to watch them forever and ever!”

“Uh... sure, let’s go with that.” Inwardly, Ruggie groaned. Sheesh, is this guy naive or what? Who’d wanna do something as sappy as that?

But in spite of his thoughts, he found his own eyes drawn to the sky once more. The stars, magnetic.

“... Hey,” he said slowly, his head still angled upward, “do you think we’ll ever be able to reach those stars someday? If our voices will ever reach the same heights?”

Deuce’s answer was immediate, and just as earnest.

“Well, I still need to work on my flying. I’m nowhere near as good as you are--but I’m sure that if we both keep practicing, we’ll be able to reach the stars!”

Ruggie’s mouth twisted into a wry smile, a laugh escaping from between his lips. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It won’t be. We’ll definitely mess up or fail...! But what matters most is getting up and trying again and again until we finally succeed!” Deuce returned his grin, determination dancing in his eyes.

“That’s the whole reason we’re able to see the star shower today. Everyone tried so much to make it a reality. You’re one of the hardest workers I’ve ever known, Bucchi-senpai...! So I’m sure that you can do it too! The stars... they’ll surely hear you!”

Ruggie stared at him.

For a moment, there was only darkness, their shadows stretching across the lawn. Then came the stars that shattered it, silver shards piercing them every which way. Exposing, glaring light in the night.

Ruggie chuckled softly.

It swelled, becoming a laugh, and then a cackle, then a crazed laugh. Loud, erratic, and high-pitched, the sort of laugh only a hyena was capable of.

“Did I say something funny?” Deuce asked, his expression folding into confusion.

“Nah, it’s nothing like that. I just...” Ruggie caught himself and stopped, forced himself to veer his head and look away. “... Sorry, I think I hear Leona-san calling for me.”

“Really? I didn’t hear any...”

“A beastman’s got his ways!” Ruggie indicated his fluffy ears, which wiggled mischievously. “Ahhhh, looks like my time stargazing’s over~ I gotta get going before Leona-san starts whining.”

He quickly turned away, rushing by his junior with a pat on the back.

“Catch ya later, Deuce-kun. Thanks for keeping me company!”

“Hey, wait...!”

He pivoted and reached out, but just narrowly missed grabbing ahold of Ruggie’s scruff. An expert dodge, an animal slipping through his fingers and bolting away.

“Huh?”

It was brief, but for a second, Deuce thought he had glimpsed something wet and shiny. A flash, a glimmer. Drops as crystal clear as the night sky.

Something that wasn’t a star upon Ruggie’s face.

“Was that...?”

"There you are.”

Leona uncrossed his arms and pushed himself off of the tree trunk he had been leaning against. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he lazily prowled toward his right-hand man. Leona wore his regal features well, even if they were marred by irritation and the tears left over from a yawn. 

“I was beginning to wonder how long you’d stand there and gawk,” he called. “The ceremony’s over now. Let’s get going back to Savanaclaw.”

The lion stopped short a few paces before Ruggie.

“You’re crying.”

His brow furrowed, his lips pinching into a sideways frown.

“I’m not,” Ruggie stubbornly insisted. His mind worked as fast as his fingers did, leaping to borrow Deuce’s excuse. “I... just looked at the stars for too long. I forgot to blink.”

“Right.”

Both of them knew that Leona didn’t believe him.

“... Did someone hurt your precious feelings?” the prince asked, a certain snideness set to his voice. Sarcasm to conceal true concern. “Really, I thought you were hardier than that.”

“The only thing that’s hurting here’s your pride, Leona-san. Can’t last a few minutes without me, can ya?” Ruggie shook his head, letting his shaggy bangs fall over his eyes--hoping that they would hide his tears.

“Hmph. Looks like you’re doing just fine if you can still talk back to me like that. My worry is wasted on you.”

“Aww, you were worried about me? You big softie.”

Leona growled, brushing by him.

“Move your tail.”

“Gotcha. You’re the boss, Boss~”

Ruggie trailed after his dorm leader, his steps falling in line with Leona’s. Despite the saunter, the lion left quite an impression in the grass where he walked--large sandals smoothing out the land, forcing it to make way for him. Meanwhile Ruggie, on his light and agile feet, easily followed, his footsteps left unseen in the shadow of Leona’s.

A smaller star, orbiting one that burned so brightly. Eclipsed by him, and the world.

Ruggie’s steps slowed.

He lifted his head to the sprawling sky, and the multitude of lights that littered it. Took in the sights and the sounds and the mysteries of the universe.

Amid the darkness, he found the twinkle of eyes, the broad curve that made up a smile. A kind face carved out in the stars, a gentle laugh whispered by the wind.

His breath stilled, his heart stopped.

Deuce’s words resonated in his mind, and in his chest.

“You’re one of the hardest workers I’ve ever known, Bucchi-senpai...! So I’m sure that you can do it too! The stars... they’ll surely hear you!”

“........................ Yeah. Maybe they will.”

“Mm?” Leona glanced over his shoulder. “Did you say something?” 

The hyena was looking upward, his intense gaze fixated on a point in the sky. Seeing something that Leona couldn’t.

That’s right, his mom is...

Leona’s expression creased, complicating his handsomeness.

“... Oi, Ruggie. I’m going ahead without you,” he announced gruffly, folding his arms. “You stay here and do whatever. Stare at the stars until you get bored of them, I don’t care.”

There was a break in Ruggie’s face. Surprise that lasted for a second before he relaxed, his shoulders lowering in defeat.

“... Thanks, Leona-san. You’re a real one.”

"Don’t thank me just yet,” the lion snorted. “I still expect you up bright and early for Magift Club practice tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Leona nodded, saying said nothing more as he turned on his heel and departed. To the naked eye, his stride was as slow as ever--but Ruggie understood that his pace had quickened, that he was making haste.

A graceful exit, permission for privacy.

When his dorm leader was completely out of sight, Ruggie let the feelings fly.

Silent tears dripped down his face, heavy and salty waterfalls he had long held back. His mouth wobbled as it was pulled back into a wide grin, a howl of laughter thrown out.

Simultaneously crying and smiling.

Sad and happy.

Painful and painless.

“Mom...” Ruggie nearly choked on the word. “You’re up there too. Are you watching over me? Are you... proud of me?”

The wind whistled. It didn’t give a response, and it didn’t seek to soothe him.

Not that he had expected them to.

No matter what his grandma’s stories were, the stars could never speak. “They are people of the past,” she’d say. “People we’ve loved. People we’ve lost. But if you wish hard and listen closely, your voice will reach them.”

Ruggie sniffled into his sleeve. “................. Stupid.”

It’s just a fairy tale.

“IT ISN’T STUPID, BUCCHI-SENPAI!!”

“H-Huh?!”

Ruggie keeled over with a shout. His bum slammed into the earth, sending a dull thud of pain racing through him. The sky and the stars crashed into one another in his vision, darkness grasping light in its clutches.

“Oops, s-sorry! I didn’t mean to make you fall over!” Deuce sputtered, rushing over to offer a hand. “Here, let me help!”

“What are you...” Ruggie bristled, lurching back from the freshman, hand retracted. His voice lost its steam when he took a look at Deuce. It looked as though a damn had burst, flooding his entire face. “Why are you crying?”

“I er... I overheard it,” Deuce confessed sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I followed you because I was curious, and I... well, you know.”

“Oh.”

Ruggie’s ears flattened. He carefully stood, ignoring Deuce’s hand, and dusted himself off.

An awkward silence filled the air between them.

“................... Um! I-If I can say something!!” Deuce cried, clenching both of his fists. “I think... if your mom was here, she’d give you a big hug and tell you how proud she is of everything you’ve done.”

“How would you know? You don’t know her. I didn’t even know her. She died before I even had the chance to.”

“I! I just know!! I know she’d be!!” Deuce shouted indignantly. He flew at Ruggie, seizing him by the arms. “You’re more amazing than you realize you are, senpai! You can smile like this when you’re so sad inside. So please... Have more faith in yourself!”

“Are you seriously gonna lecture me while you’re bawling your own eyes out?!”

“Y-You’re doing the same!!”

“At least cry about something else, not about me! ‘S embarrassing...!”

“I respectfully refuse!! I will repeat myself until you stop crying!”

“You stop first!!”

Their argument echoed into a dark expanse, the bickering turning playful with time and the scornful snickers turning into true laughter. All around them, the stars formed a shimmering veil, sheltering them as they huddled.

Two boys, not quite men, still yet to find their ways in the world.

A single star inlaid in the apex of the sky shone, burning loudly, proudly.

#Deuce Spade #Ruggie Bucchi #twst #Leona Kingscholar #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #something no one asked for #twisted wonderland scenarios #happy mother’s day y’all #angst #spoilers #I made the random decision to add Leona in this piece halfway through writing #NO IT'S NOT BECAUSE I WANTED TO WRITE KIND OF SOFT LEONA SHUT UP #beyond the looking glass #imagine this #not the NRC boys being emotionally constipated 👁👄👁

[rinnelovebot]

Talk about snow and white mhyk like youre trying to convince your parents to do something with a power point presentation

I got so fucking excited when I received this ask. I cannot put into words how dear they are to me and how eager I am to be annoying about them at any opportunity I get

so, these two are snow and white, twins from the game mahoutsukai no yakusoku! snow is pictured on the left and has short hair, white is pictured on the right and has longer hair.

general, all-over-the-place rambling and major spoilers under the cut!

I don’t even know where to start oh god. I wanna preface this by saying I’ve never been good at any sort of character explanation or analysis, so please be kind to me or I’ll cry 🎉

for starters, snow and white are the oldest characters in the game — they’re well over two thousand years old, and they’ve been serving as the sages wizards (tm) for longer than anyone else. they’re fond of nighttime, children, and jokes. it’s hard to summarize their complex relationship, but to put it shortly, they are absolutely everything to one another, and they’ve never needed anyone outside of each other.

for fun, or for convenience, they often put on a “sweet, joyful children” act, or, on the flip side, an “old, senile grandpa’s” act. their “true” personalities are somewhere in between; however, they aren’t as harmless as they seem. they’re incredibly powerful wizards from the north — northern wizards are known to be cruel, strong, and act alone — and the twins can be rather sadistic and/or apathetic towards others. despite this, they’re often regarded as the most docile of the northern wizards.

regardless of everything I just saaaaid, they can also be incredibly sweet! they often give gifts to people, and hand out candy to those that they believe are behaving, or as encouragement. this includes the sage; whom they’re rather fond of, and enjoy taking care of. they can often be found holding hands with the sage, or patting their head.

now, into the angst.

white is dead. he’s a ghost, whose soul has been bound to snow’s, allowing him to still freely walk the earth, so long as snow still wants him around. why is he dead, you ask? well I’m about to tell you!

long, long ago, snow and white were living happily together in the north, completely satisfied with one another’s company. until soooomeone, a philosopher, murr hart, asked snow a question about loneliness. he asked snow if he had never really thought about or questioned the fact that he’d never experienced loneliness, and would likely never experience it if his life continued the way it was going.

this questioned lingered in snow’s mind for a while, and eventually, he decided that he wanted to go on a “fantastical journey to discover loneliness”, taking a break from his shared life with white, just for a short while.

upon snow bringing it up to him, white was absolutely livid, and spiraled into an emotional mess — he screamed at snow and insulted him, questioning why he’d ever want to part from him, even if it wasn’t permanently. contrastingly, white’s attitude would change, praising snow and regarding him fondly. this repeated for … a while

eventually, after many threats of murder and suicide, and a long bout of depression, white attacked snow — they fought for three long days and nights, and it ended with white dead, snow having killed him in self defense.

in a sobbing heap, snow clutched white’s corpse, binding white’s soul to the living world in a desperate attempt to bring his brother back. It’s notable that not just any wizard could accomplish this — mithra, the second strongest wizard, states that not even he would be able to bind someone’s soul to the living world, and that snow only accomplished this due to his deep, long-standing bond with white.

as a compromise, they now take some days to spend apart.

as of late, they’re mostly in-tune with one another, but white still gets insecure and questions his place in the world, and his negative emotions often get the better of him, leading to tears … however, he’s mostly come to terms with what happened.

I left a LOT out because I was in a frenzy to write this as fast as possible due to excitement BUT. in summary, they’re the perfect little guys and I adore them.

extra info: they’re stained glass artisans, their magical tools are dolls they call mother and father, oz and figaro were once their apprentices, their calamity injury causes them to be trapped within a portrait at night, and they specialize in fortune-telling and prophesies!

#I wasn’t sure what to include and what to leave out soooo I might add to this later #sorry if any of this info is slightly incorrect 👎👎 I don’t have a great memory #marchie responds

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

insanity

finally read mhyk anni 2 story and it destroyed me so bad i had to write for sanbaka

spoilers for mhyk anni 2 story

Mithra, at his core, is a man of ambition. The difference between wanting to be strong and wanting to be the strongest is a different of only three letters and an infinity of agony and bloodlust. You would never imagine that a man as undetermined and selfish as him would be the face of compassion—let alone empathy. He doesn’t try to be kind or particularly understanding towards anyone, but seeing his drenched and half-dead body trekking across the sand makes you realize that even the strongest are not invincible.

It’s easy for him to wave you off and scoff in your face, muttering under his breath that he’ll destroy you next if you don’t let him brood by himself. He’s reminds you of one of the old-fashioned punching dolls: down on minute, and up the next to destroy Oz. But you still take the leap of faith as you’ve always have with him, and when you reach out to touch the wounds crisscrossing his body, all Mithra does is wince slightly in pain but doesn’t push you away.

If you were any more selfish yourself, you would use whatever humanly power you have to wrench a promise out of him to never fight Oz again. But that’s a death wish, both literally and spiritually, and when you see that undying venom flickering behind his deceptively listless eyes, you come face-to-face with that roaring loneliness deep inside of him. Maybe the reason he faces Oz with such vitriol day after day is to simply feel something again. Setting himself ablaze with rage is better than fading away into nothingness.

And that seems to be the Northern mantra Mithra has carved deeply into his heart. When you pad at his chest with a warm washcloth and he complains about the sting, you wonder if he can feel the warmth and sadness that wells up inside your own chest. He surely must be able to, if he lets you tend to his wounds to this extent. You can’t replace the hatred in his heart with just love, but slowly, you want to show the terrified little boy who knew only the lake that there’s a world out there where people love him and can teach him something greater than the despairing apathy that threatens to swallow him whole.

But for tonight, you let the wave pass. There’s no use scolding the past, and his assertion over Oz’s power is his own coping mechanism. You can’t turn back the clock, but you can change the way it moves forward. Utopia may be a hopeless dream, but teaching Mithra the same courage and kindness that drew him initially from the Lake of Death is something within your power. And you’re sure, by revealing your heart to him until your time in this odd world runs out, that Mithra will one day develop his own immunity to the tragedy that gnawed away far too long at his naïve and ailing heart.

“...I’m tired. Hurry up, and hold my hand. I’m going to sleep, and when I wake up tomorrow, I’ll find a way to destroy Oz.”

Owen bleeds not from his heart, but from his eyes. There’s an irony to that: seeing him clawing at his own face while he waits for his own healing magic to kick in. It feels like you’re watching a wounded animal crying for the end rather than a powerful wizard piecing himself back together, and you finally understand what Cain means when he says he feels no malicious intent towards the venomous wizard. Owen’s world is both truth and deception—Fate has designated him to be their Schrödinger’s cat. Neither knowing or unknowing, it’s only through stolen glimpses that he can find himself.

You can barely register the curses he spits at you when you step closer, tipping his hat up so you can assess the damage. The magic is working fast, and soon enough, he sits before you with his hands threatening to crack your life open and letting it waste out. But he stops when you reach out to brush your thumbs over the freshly healed skin of his eyelids. He stares at you, his expression that of pure shock rather than the usual frustration and coy manipulation he tosses down at your feet.

You wonder what kind of mysteries his eyes must hold. With no recollection of who he is, he’s forced to witness the world not through his eyes but the eyes of what everyone says he is. Even his biological eyes aren’t his, he quite literally views the universe through the lenses of another wizard. Owen is an amalgamation of countless other wizards and their conflicting emotions building up inside of him, and he brands them inside of him as if they were truth.

You don’t know what to tell him. Doing anything to help him find himself would be to force your own perception of who he is onto him. It’s a journey he has to take alone, to grapple with the snippets of his past, to decide how he’s going to live from now on. All you can do is pray that no matter what face he decides he’s going to keep, whatever life he’ll come back to after refusing to die again and again, that he’ll remember the way you’ll keep your arms open for him time after time. Even if he might steal your eyes away and drain your life right from your body, you want him to know that the confusion he faces is one that you’re privy too as well.

You two look like a scene straight from the climax of a painting, cradling each other while worlds apart. Wallowing in your own respective miseries and crises, you swaddle him in your embrace while sitting in a pool of his blood. It stains you, much like how he’s tried to stain you with his fear and power multiple times, and you welcome it with an open heart and what you hope is an open mind. Your time with him is short, but maybe through a miracle and many wishes on your part, one day, Owen will come to see the world not with the metaphorical eyes of others, but with eyes of his own.

“You’re pitying me. I hate pity the most. Be good and run away when I tell you, or I’ll pluck your arms and turn them into decorations for my walls.”

It feels foreign to see Bradley as anything other than a wizard, but watching him scarf down Nero’s cooking while he’s been battered to Hell and back makes him seem more like a being of flesh and blood like you than that of magical mysticism and moonlight. Your heart pangs with a desire to make sure he knows he’s loved, and when he trudges to his room to be alone, your feet find themselves following him all the way to his door. He looks up at you, a new array of scars adorning his body, but he doesn’t tell you to leave.

Bradley’s intelligent, and that’s most likely why he’s the hardest out of the Sanbaka trio to fully understand. He predicts the edge to your empathy faster than you can even recognize it yourself, and he licks his lips as if he wants another plate of dinner. He looks nothing like the sniper that was pointing his gun at the crown prince of Central Country mere moments ago, and the empty sigh that falls from his lips is proof of the betrayal and the growing emptiness that claws inside of him.

He’s no fool, and he yearns for that community again. Someone to hold him and love him unconditionally, someone to hold him up by his feet during his times of need, someone who’ll laugh next to him and share a beer after a long day. The many souls that must have fluttered past him far outnumber your own understanding, yet the only one that stands before him in this moment is you. A plain nobody that doesn’t even come from this world, you’re the only one that extends your heart towards the bandit boss. 

It isn’t physical healing that Bradley needs then. It’s closure—closure for his own abandoned emotions, closure for the past that’s being revived right before his eyes, closure for the future that everyone else is squandering before the moon tears the world to shreds. It’s unreasonable to demand that closure from you, a bystander with a side act in his own dramatic play, but when you take him in your arms and cry for him as if you were the one that had been betrayed and run over, he selfishly wants to be unreasonable. 

Bradley doesn’t forget. He’s sure that once you’re long gone, be it safely in your world or god forbid by some wicked mechanism of this one, he’ll sweetly keep your memory in the scars on his body. But for right now, the memory he wants to keep is the warmth of your arms around his rough skin and the tears that wet your cheeks and fall onto his face like rain to prove to him that out of the infinite questions he won’t find answers to, he’ll find the answer to at least one through you.

“What are you all blubbering for? If anyone saw you, they’d think you’re the one that took the ass-whooping instead! C’mon, quit it. You’re worse than Mitile, I swear!”

x

#mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mahoyaku #mhyk #mithra #owen #bradley bain #x reader #my writing