The Gremlin Cave

-Please don’t be mean

-pedos get out, I’m a minor

-I’m American (oh shit I made the French flag) west coast

-I’m anti-Trump, get me out of here

-You can call me Leaf

-My pronouns are He/they/moon

-feel free to gimme ur shanagians (the ask me anything)

- everybody say Haii Wolfi (@moonbunninico) they’re my bruder and the most awesomest person everr

- Luna (@lunamilliesapphire) is mom 1, she is very nice. BEST MOM

- Ruthie (@ruthiejacquelinerambles) mom 2, makes the best tomato soup, she cheated on mom 1

- Tez(@unknown-art-loverr) my not Tomato related Tumblr Father

- I have 8 tumblr siblings

- my daughters are Akira (@magykcat) and Winter (@winterkat06)

-My beloved spouse/irl partner Fries (@batch-of-fries)

I made a roll play account for my DnD character @aryll-local-dumbass

You can find my Ao3 under: M1L0_L34F

About me:

Sometimes I post vote for what the next oneshot I’ll write it, I call these number voting, I give you four numbers each one corresponds to a ship and y’all vote and I write.

My favorite color is green idk if u could tell by the color of my blog.

I like to read and and write woah who could have guessed

Fandoms:

Jujutsu Kaisen

Haikyuu!!

Naruto

Demon Slayer

Saiki K.

Witch Hat Atelier

Attack Ob Titan

My Hero Academia

Cosmic Princess Kaguya (2026)

Belle (2024)

Knights of guinevere

The Amazing Digital Circus

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Heated Rivalry

Loki

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Legend of Zelda (my current hyper fixation)

Resident Evil

Linked Universe

K-Pop Demon Hunters

Flow

Life Series

Hermitcraft

Tags I use:

#leaf’s Shananagians - random shit honestly

#leaf yaps - pretty self explanatory

#leaf tries to do art - art post

#leaf writes - my short stories or a link to me Ao3 Fan fics

#Leafs Partner - posts about them

#Leafs friend - one of my friends

#Leaf quotes real life - a conversation I had with someone that I thought I’d share with the class

#leafs floof - my hair because it’s the one thing I’m confidant in

#Choir type shit - in the name

PS for my moots: hellooooo, depending on your bio I’ll call Yallz Gurl, Purl, or Vro. Also I’m very interactive, so yea if I annoy you lmk and I’ll stop :D okay bai fr this time

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Aryll Qui Alleron

It was calm, Mother was sleeping, Father was writing a letter, Aryll was awake in bed with his Mother, he had a nightmare about being alone, he hates those, he hates being alone.

It was calm… but things never stay calm do they?

They all heard the door open, Father got tense like he knew what was happening, or what was going to happen “Ayrll, Honey go back to sleep, I love you” his father got up and kissed Aryll’s forehead, then kissed his wife whispering a sweet nothing to her. Aryll’s Mother held him closer as she nodded while Father left the room.

Mother slept again, her face peaceful. Aryll slipped away into the living room, strange men were there his father was being… talked to.

Aryll accidentally knocked a glass filled with (not) apple juice, drawing attention to him, and strange man walked over and grabbed him by the back of the neck.

“And who is this Qui?” He hissed

“my son who supposed to be sleeping” Father looks worried “please don’t hurt him he did nothing wrong”

“Oh we won’t hurt him” the man’s grip tightens on Aryll. The child cries in pain “shut it Kid!”

…

“Qui we had an agreement, your first born dies or you do!”

“She did die! His twin-“

“SILENCE HIM”

Aryll panicks and pushes out of the man’s grip “PAPA!!” 

A brutal shank echoes. 

“Papa!” Aryll’s body is covered in his father’s blood “Papa wake up!” He shakes him “Papa!” He starts crying.

“… son… live your life to the fullest… okay…? I… love… you…” His Father loses his life. Aryll clings to him as if that will bring him back, the men laughs as they leave. This was a joke them? A joke!? How could this be funny!?

After that life had changed, Mother blamed him, Aryll had stopped living, he just existed, it was as is he was put on pause.

Slap “you better make up for what you did”

“Yes Mother” he stared at the lavender blouse, swearing one day he would release himself from her.

Slap “go pray, now. Beg I to forgive you and grant your abilities”

“Yes Mother” Aryll leaves and goes to the church.

There Aryll is met with 3 priests, all three staring down at him, forcing him to his knees they made him reside the same prayer for 5 hours, then they give him 2 hours to “have time alone with I” he hated it, he asked why he wasn’t enough. Then eventually he he stopped asking, he just sat there in silence, with no thoughts. That was when he started getting Volaria, that’s what he was named her, she was the voice in his head. Telling him what to do, he didn’t listen to her strange requests but he always talked. Sharing stories like he was 6 again. He will always be 6.

That was life, every single day, wake up, eat, get slapped, go pray, talk to Volaria, go home, be a disappointment. and sleep, then repeat.

Then he turned… 19? 18? Whatever it doesn’t matter, he was enlisted with his mother to go to war, in that war. His mother died in front of him. He didn’t cry, or laugh. He was filled by a overwhelming rage, he ripped that stupid, stupid lavender blouse to shreds. He always hated it, she always wore it. He had gone through enough to tolerate the war’s trauma. After the war Aryll regressed, he became the child he couldn’t be, he child that was ripped away to early. Just in time for a new journey.

Aryll left the church his Mother dragging him by the ear. He mutter incoherent words, as if he’s talking to someone. Slap her, slap her, get rid of her Volaria taunted. Aryll had no will power, it was as if he was a puppet. His hand flew up and he smacked his mother. “You!” His mother screamed “you want to do that again!?”. “Mama! I didn’t mean-“ Aryll’s voice cuts off and he slaps her again, the boy giggles then he runs off, he reaks havoc across the village, although there only so much an 8 year old can do. An older man picks him up by the hair, “this the runt who got his father killed?” Other men laugh. “Dad come on, that’s not funny! Please put him down” another boy walks over, about 15, he gently takes Aryll out of the man’s grasp “he’s just a boy” he says softly. “He’s a lost cause! With no power, and the track record he has, the gods must hate him! He’s not worth your time Fado!” The man was obviously drunk. The boy, Fado, takes Aryll away to a library.

As they walk Aryll stayed behind Fado. “Aryll? Come up walk with me” Fado held out his hand. Cautiously Aryll took it, they walked together. Fado opens the door to the library, “no! That boy is not allowed in here!” The Librarian snaps. “Mrs. Gino please we won’t be disruptive, plus I’m the one getting the book” Fado argues, his voice calm. Aryll gasps the necklace his father gave him when he sees a statue of I he walks over and prays. Fado watches “see, he’s harmless.” Fado goes to the kids section, picking up a couple books, when Aryll’s done praying Fado checks the books out and waves him over. Aryll runs up. “Can you carry these for me?” Fado hands Aryll three books. Aryll nods and takes them. Their next spot was Fado’s home, Aryll waited outside, hidden behind a bush. He comes out with a satchel bag “Aryll? You can come out now” Fado calls out. Aryll stays hidden, Aryll stares at him through the bush. Fado disappears into a puff of pastel yellow smoke, Aryll turns only to see Fado right in front of his face. “Hey little guy” Fado smiles. “Ah!!” Aryll jumps. Fado laughs “put the books in my bag” Aryll obeys, then suddenly Fado picks him up “close your eyes, I’ll tell you when you can open.”

As Fado walked he hummed a lullaby, Aryll finally relaxed, Aryll does remember how long they walked but whenever he hears the lullaby he relaxes, it gives him solitude. “Okay we’re here, open your eyes” Fado sets Aryll down, it was the golden hour, they were next to a tree, there were flowers, yellow flowers, Fado set out a blanket, and sat down “Aryll come here” he pats his lap, Aryll waddles over and plops, “this is Pinocchio…” Fado read the story, eventually Aryll fell asleep.

Fado, the only person who had stood up for Aryll, he gave Aryll a reason to fight Volaria and not act impulsively, Fado was there for him and most importantly provided something that his mother could never do, love, they’d meet at this spot at golden hour once a week, the next morning Aryll would wake up with a new cardigan on, Fado had a strange collection of those.

One day when Aryll was 18, Fado pulled him aside, “Aryll, sweetheart follow me” he took him to his house. At the door Aryll stopped, “you can come in Aryll” Fado took his hand. Aryll let Fado pull him, they went to Fado’s room then closet, as expected from Aryll, it was full of wacky cardigans “pick one”q Fado said, “one to keep forever.” Aryll looks at him curiously “why?”

“I’m leaving, so pick one” Fado waved his hand at the cardigans. 

Aryll looked at all the colorful ones, then his eyes fell on a black one, it was long and mat “I want that one” Aryll points. Fado walks over and puts on Aryll, keeping his hands on Aryll’s shoulders he looks at him. “I love you, and I’m so proud of you, kiddo” Fado pulls Aryll into a hug, his grip tightening. Aryll hugged back confused, then relaxed he buries his head in the nape of Fado’s neck. The hug lingered, before Fado reluctantly let go, “you wanna walk to the edge of town with me?”

Aryll nodded.

Fado never told Aryll what he was leaving for, but in a year Aryll found out, war. Aryll doesn’t know if Fado is alive, he had wanted to go home after the war, but things took a different path.

✨bonus✨ cause I like to see my boy suffer

Aryll fucked up, he spoke during prayer, now his Mother dragging him by the ear, "You pathetic child, you dare question the will of the glorious I"

"Mother please I didn't mean it!" Aryll plea's to he mother begging her to let him off

His mother scowled for the 12 year old, she looks at him dead in the eyes. The boy made the mistake of looking back. He lot control of his body, only feeling the sensation of being held up by the neck, unable able to fight, not like he ever would. He feels his throat close as his mother throwing him into a wall, his head cracking his head, then an intense ringing as he's dragged into a dark room and cuffed to the floor.

He doesn't know how many days it's been, he's scared and hungry, then the door opens and Fado runs in and uses a spell to breaking the cuffs, then turning his attention to the boy "oh Honey…" Fado rubs small circles on Aryll's arm "we have to go, I'll tell your Mother I'm training you" he picks Aryll up "let's get you out of here"

Once they got to a safe spot Fado saw the dried blood "Dear I…" Fado follows the track "what did the monster do to you."

"She threw me" the child's voice is weak "I spoke it and she got angry"

"Oh…. you just ask questions" Fado began making working on cleaning up Aryll's head injury.

Context:

-Their god is named “I”

-Aryll has an ability passed on from his father

-His Father made a deal to kill his first born, his first born was Aryll’s twin, Qui (his father) saw Aryll as a blessing

-Qui was a very respected person in the town

-Valaria is Aryll’s twin who is/was a vengeful spirit

-Aryll’s Mother can’t cope with the grief of her husband so she makes Aryll a replacement, which fails miserably