Word Weaver

Greetings, Shadow Pup. You have entered the Word Weaver's Void - the Domain of Broken Truth. I invite you to explore the selection of stories I have crafted during my time here, and I hope you find them interesting and entertaining. Remember, this void is a safe space, free from disrespect or judgment. However, I must remind you that there are certain things I cannot create.

| I WEAVE WORDS FOR:

Yandere (Romantic or Platonic)

Letters (Romantic or Platonic/Yandere or Not)

One-Shots

Scripts

Mini-Series (If something is requested enough)

| FANDOMS

DC

Marvel

Twisted Wonderland (Leona, Jamil, and Idia are my favorites, but I will write for others)

Naruto (Original/Shippuden/The Last)

Inuyasha

Greek Mythology

God of War

Resident Evil Village

Mortal Kombat 11

Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (Hircine is my Favorite)

Mass Effect [BEST GAME EVER!!]

Broken: Please keep in mind the following: I do not write about polyamorous relationships, as it's not my specialty. If you request a (Character x Reader x Character) scenario, I will only write it if one character is a romantic interest while the other is platonic. I will not depict two characters as being romantically involved with one reader. Additionally, I am not very skilled at writing angst; I find it challenging to do so. If there are negative elements in the story, I will strive to create a more positive ending. I hope this is alright with you.

NOTE: IF YOU WANT NSFW/SMUT/SPICY CONTENT, ASK FOR MASK; THEY ARE THE ONES WHO WRITE THAT KIND OF STUFF. PLACE '🎭' OR ASK "MISCHIEVOUS MASK" IN YOUR REQUEST, SO I CAN LET THEM KNOW.

🎭 Mischievous Mask: Hello, All - Mask is my name, and that's all you need to know. As Broken stated, I am the NSFW Writer; however, there are certain things I will not write:

I will NOT write content regarding Pedophilia

I will NOT write content regarding The 'R' Word (You Know Which One)

I will NOT write content regarding urination on another person. (Utter Disgusting)

I will NOT write content regarding Vore.

I will NOT write content regarding incest. (OF ANY KIND!!!)

🎭 Mischievous Mask: If you want to request something from me, please be respectful, and if you know a subject is too far, do NOT request it. Please, Shadow Pups.

| MY PERSONAL LINES

The Mighty Bear AU [God of War 4 - Ragnarök] [Co-Created by @nastyavolk-cp] - Follow the tales of Bjorn the Great Bear & Renva the Wise Raven as they navigate their lives as deities of Asgard and The Children of Thor and Sif while avoiding the past chasing them.

The Hardship Goddess AU [Greek Mythology] - The Goddess of Pestilence and Hardship separates her Divine Soul from her body and lives as a mortal; however, without her, the mortals do not experience hardships and can manage without praying to the Gods of Olympus, causing them to lose their power slowly.

Dakota Blake [OC] [MINI-SERIES] [PLANOTIC YANDERES] - Daughter of Bruce Wayne, who refuses to take up the Wayne Legacy; Bruce and Damian attempt to force it upon her.

The Young Lords AU [Residet Evil Village] [CO-CREATED BY @snowflakestree] - Follow the Children of the Lords: Eliza Dimitrescu, Diedre Beneviento, Sebastian Moreau, and Kaleb Heisenberg as they protect the legacy of their parents by slaughtering those who speak against them in secret.

Current Ships/Relationships

| Twisted Wonderland |

Roxas Hearts & Cater Diamond [Ship Name: Diamond Hearts]

Nox Bucchi & Leona Kingscholar [Ship Name: Golden Night]

Sylvia Schoenheit & Jack Howl [Ship Name: Silver Fangs]

Marcus Trein x Azul Ashengrotto

Dawn Vanrouge x Jamil Viper

Aria Natari x Jayden Viper

Darius Crewel x Vil Schoenheit

Asher Ashengrotto x Idia Shroud

Yuu Vanrouge-Draconia x Freya Windsor

Zander Volt x Malleus Draconia

🐺(Broken Truth): It's my Birthday, Shadow Pups! Time for the Wolf to have some fun!

🎭(Mischievous Mask), floating around: And what do you consider to be fun, Wolfie~

🐺(Broken Truth): Whatever I want! That's the point of a Birthday! I got enough EXP. to get another level of life!

🎭(Mischievous Mask), chuckles: Yeah. Happy Birthday, Wolfie~ Enjoy it~

🐺(Broken Truth): Why does it seem like you're plotting something?

| Summary | What began as an ordinary night for Arashi Tatsuya swiftly turned into an unexpected odyssey when he was swept away by a carriage drawn by ebony steeds, leading him to an enigmatic realm beyond his wildest imagination. Embark on Arashi’s extraordinary journey through the mystical lands of Twisted Wonderland, where he emerges as the Ramshackle Prefect, the Beast Tamer of Grim, and the enigmatic Caretaker of NRC. Within him lies an ancient power, a sacred force inherited from his lineage, awakening secrets that intertwine fate and magic in a world draped in wonder and shadows.

Time of Day: Unknown Location: Unknown Point of View: 3rd Person - Arashi Tatsuya

Silence.

The silence of nothingness surrounded me.

In the vast expanse of an empty void, a canvas draped in perpetual darkness stretches infinitely in all directions. My eyes are tightly shut, blocking out any semblance of light or color, leaving me in a cocoon of silence. The relentless rhythm of my steadily pounding heart reverberates throughout my body, each beat a powerful reminder of my existence. It thrums in my ears, a stark contrast to the oppressive stillness that surrounds me.

This solitude is accompanied by the howling emptiness, a haunting sound that fills the air, amplifying my sense of isolation. In this stark void, my thoughts swirl chaotically, grappling with uncertainty, feelings of disorientation, and the unsettling questions that arise in this profound darkness. Each heartbeat drives me further into introspection, as the echoes of my own mind create an unsettling symphony within the vast nothingness.

'Where am I?', I questioned myself as I attempted to piece together everything that happened, 'What happened?' Even more uncertainly.

My body was a foreign entity, a shell I could no longer command. No matter how fiercely I willed it, my muscles refused to respond, as if they had turned to stone, betraying the will that had guided them for so long. I found myself trapped within a shadowy realm of disembodied thoughts—a mere flicker of consciousness struggling to piece together the fragments of my past and the events that had led me to this surreal fate. An overwhelming sense of helplessness engulfed me as I grappled with the reality that not even a single finger would heed my silent pleas, leaving me isolated in a body that felt utterly alien.

I drew upon every fragment of my memory, sifting through the chaos that surrounded me in a desperate bid to piece together the events that had led to this moment. My heart, steadfast and unwavering, was the only anchor in the tempest of confusion. Each rhythmic pulse echoed in my chest, a steady reminder of life and urgency, propelling me closer to the elusive truth I yearned to uncover. As I focused on each beat, I felt a strange clarity emerge from the depths of my mind, guiding me through the haze of uncertainty.

My name is Arashi Tatsuya, the Second Son of the Tatsuya Clan of the Far East Sector of Japan. My family estate was secluded from the modern world, but we were not completely cut off. I went to school, made friends, went out to have a semblance of what most would be considered a "normal life", which included having a job of doing freelance work, doing multiple things; I could not settle on one thing, just as my Great Grandfather hadn't. To settle is to become content, and a Tatsuya was anything but content.

My day began like a familiar routine, with the soft light of dawn spilling into my room and coaxing me awake. After stretching away the remnants of sleep, I made my way to the kitchen, where the rich aroma of breakfast filled the air. I carefully prepared a hearty meal, ensuring to add my family's favorite dishes.

Once breakfast was served, I stepped outside to tend to our sprawling grounds. The sun peeked through the trees as I watered the vibrant plants, each droplet glistening in the morning light. The sounds of clucking chickens and bleating goats greeted me as I fed our farm animals, their eager expressions and soft sounds filling my heart with warmth.

With my morning chores complete, I turned my attention to creating bento lunches for my family. I arranged colorful rice, fresh vegetables, and savory meat into neat compartments, making sure each lunch was not only delicious but visually appealing.

Finally, with everything prepared, I set off from our estate, feeling the excitement of the day ahead. I walked to the bus stop, where the fresh city air invigorated me, and soon climbed aboard the public bus that would take me into the bustling heart of the city and towards my school.

School was no different: Meeting my friends at the main gates, attending morning classes before leaving for lunch, then afternoon classes before it was time for school clubs, which I attended, the dual-club with the Gamer's Club & Karate Club; attending the matches was engaging, and I was currently en route to becoming a black belt.

Once school was closed for the day, I went to work, a part-time job for the dinner rush at a local dinner where I tended to frequent; something about the Club Sandwiches and Beef & Rice Bowls was something else in the modern city. The rush was intense, but I remained calm, clearing it in the first hour and 30 minutes before my manager informed me that it was time for me to head off while I was wiping off the tables. I thanked him, took my cut of the tips, and left to return home before the last bus.

Timing was cruel that night.

As I rounded the corner, the fading glow of the bus's tail lights vanished into the distance, leaving the final stop in darkness. Although I had anticipated this moment, it was still frustrating to find myself stranded. Standing alone at the empty bus stop, I contemplated my next move, the cool night air wrapping around me like a cloak.

A flicker of temptation tugged at my thoughts—using the Sacred Tatsuya Bloodline. Yet, the image of my parents flashed in my mind, stern and disapproving. They’d be furious with me for resorting to such a powerful gift, meant for divine purposes rather than casual use.

With a deep sigh escaping my fanged jaws, I stepped onto the desolate sidewalk. The sound of my footsteps echoed eerily in the stillness of the night, the only company I had as I continued on, surrounded by shadows and the faint rustle of leaves in the cool breeze.

I stood on the corner, my gray eyes intently fixed on the illuminated crosswalk sign flickering in the dim light of the street. The night stretched around me, enveloping the world in a deafening silence. The air hung still, devoid of movement, and the streets lay eerily empty, as if they had lost their pulse.

As I took in my surroundings, a growing feeling of unease settled in. Typically, this stretch of road buzzed with life—sometimes a car would glide by, its headlights slicing through the darkness as someone rushed to the 24/7 store. Other times, I’d catch sight of a weary worker trudging home after a long shift, their thoughts tangled in the chaos of tasks yet to be completed. Occasionally, a stray cat or dog would trot along, adding a touch of the unpredictable to the mundane.

But tonight was different. The absence of sound was striking; no distant engines or the shuffle of footsteps accompanied me. All that punctuated the stillness was the rhythmic ticking of the crosswalk timer, each tick echoing in the otherwise oppressive silence. It felt as if the world had paused, holding its breath, leaving me alone in the stillness.

"Why is it so quiet?" I asked no one, as if there was anyone there to answer me.

The sharp, electronic chirp of the crosswalk sign shifting from red to green jolted my senses back to reality, yanking my focus away from the tumult of thoughts that had gripped me moments before. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself, feeling the cool pavement beneath my feet, as I stepped off the safety of the sidewalk and into the striped confines of the crosswalk. Halfway across, an unsettling sensation surged through me, a pulse that vibrated throughout my entire being, halting me in my tracks.

The atmosphere thickened, wrapping around me like a heavy fog, as my heart thundered in my chest, each beat echoing loudly in my ears. It was as if I had tapped into some primal instinct, a warning deep within my body that screamed of impending danger, even though I stood unaware of what that danger might be. In that moment, the world around me blurred, and I felt the weight of the unknown pressing down, my body frozen in a strange mix of fear and anticipation.

Then, I heard it.

The rapid charging of hooves.

I turned on my heel.

My heart leapt into my throat, a sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through me as shock seized my body like an iron grip. With my breath caught in my chest, I stared in awe at the two colossal horses before me, their coats as dark as the deepest abyss of a moonless night, glistening under the faint light of the stars. They were magnificent yet intimidating, each muscle rippling beneath their sleek fur as they pulled a massive black carriage, its surface polished to an eerie sheen.

The horses reared up on their powerful hind legs, their manes flowing like shadows in the night air. A thunderous chorus of neighs erupted from their throats, echoing through the stillness and reverberating in my bones, sending shivers down my spine. My body felt paralyzed, as if time itself had stilled in that moment. I was anchored to the spot, unable to turn away or even blink, utterly transfixed by the sheer power emanating from them. The air crackled with the tension of the impending charge, and all I could do was brace myself, feeling the weight of the horses’ presence pressing down upon me, both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

And I knew no more.

Thus, I was here. This void of uncertainty with multiple questions shrouding my thoughts: Where was I? Was I dead? Was it my time to face judgment? These same questions cycled several times before I heard a voice that was not my own.

Warm & Inviting.

Beckoning.

"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor…"

'Who was that?'

"My proud, beautiful flower of evil."

"You are truly the fairest one of all."

'Flower of Evil? Fairest One of All?'

Who is this person? What are they talking about?

I refused to remain on the sidelines any longer, forcing my mind to make more of my vessel. The voice continued, getting louder.

"O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat…"

"Reveal unto me the visage I seek…"

The warmth surged back to my face, a result of the friction created by my tightly locked fangs. My dominant left hand, which I raised deliberately, began to twitch uncontrollably, the nervous energy coursing through my fingertips. Slowly, I formed it into a tight fist, using the small act as an anchor to ground myself. With strained effort, I forced my head upright and pried my eyes open.

Gradually, the fog that clouded my vision began to dissipate, revealing the sole object that filled this vast, endless void I found myself in: an ornate mirror standing unyieldingly before me. Its dark glass surface, shrouded in an air of mystery, reflected nothing of my presence despite its polished elegance. The frame, beautifully crafted from silver and adorned with intricate designs, gleamed softly in the dim light, drawing my gaze deeper into the enigma it presented.

"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth…"

"If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

The surface of the mirror glimmered like liquid silver, captivating in its allure, yet it betrayed an unsettling truth—it did not reflect my image. Instead, it revealed a solitary hand, ethereal and inviting, reaching out towards me with a gentle urgency. My own hand, once clenched in a tight fist—a desperate grip on an unseen anchor—began to tremble, slowly unfurling and stretching toward the outstretched offering from the depths of the mirror. As I moved closer, a searing heat enveloped my body, a strange warmth emanating from within, as if my very soul was ignited with an insatiable yearning for this enigmatic connection. It was a longing deeper than I had ever anticipated, pulling me toward a fate I could scarcely comprehend.

"As flame reduces even the stars to ash"

"As ice seals away even time itself"

"As great trees swallow even the sky"

"Fear not the power of darkness."

I will not.

I will not fear.

A Tatsuya does not yield to fear.

I will not yield to this uncertainty. I will conquer it. I will not fall into darkness.

My hand clasped the offered hand, which wrapped around my own to secure the anchor.

"Now—demonstrate your power."

Like a flickering candle in a darkened room, my soul ignited with a fierce and brilliant light, illuminating the depths of my being. The long-hidden secrets of my spirit surged forth, overwhelming me with their intensity. I felt the powerful roar of my ancestors vibrating within me, a formidable force born of my family's bloodline. Waves of deep crimson, vibrant teal, and shimmering gold flooded my senses, engulfing my very essence. Yet, in the midst of this tempest, my grip remained firm on my anchor—unyielding and steadfast. I would triumph over this tumult. I refused to surrender to any force that dared to challenge me.

"To me. To them. To yourself."

"The hour grows long, and time is scarce."

"Keep steady your grip, no matter what may come..."

With a firm grip on the weathered rope, a mind sharpened by determination, and a heart resolute in its bravery, I surrendered to the pull of the anchor, letting it guide me into the vast unknown. Waves lapped at the sides of the boat as I braced myself, ready to embrace whatever challenges and wonders awaited me on the horizon.

NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE • OFFICIAL STUDENT ARCHIVE

DOCUMENT ID: NRC-STU-77042-A DORMITORY: Ramshackle (Independent Garrison) STATUS: Active Student / Dual-Enrollment / Campus Caretaker

[IDENTIFICATION FILE ] • Name: Arashi Tatsuya (竜哉 嵐) • Homeworld: Earth (Far East Estate Sector) • Birthday: October 24th (Scorpio) • Height: 175 cm (5'9") • Hair Color: Spiky Terracotta Brown • Eye Color: Charcoal Grey (Lava-Orange when catalyzed) • Dominate Hand: Left

📋 EXECUTIVE REGISTRATION PROFILE

Class: 1-A (Seat #29)

Best Subject: Physical Education & Practical Alchemy (Medical Focus)

Club: Campus Infrastructure & Repair Maintenance (Independent Assignment)

Enrolled Duo: Registered under a specialized administrative loophole alongside Grim; the two function as One Combined Student Unit.

⚔️ INHERENT UTILITY & MARTIAL ASSETS

Magical Aptitude: NONE. Absolute zero standard magestone resonance. The Dark Mirror was incapable of categorizing his internal flow using standard elements.

Lineage Inheritance: Arashi channels an archaic, non-magical spiritual tether from his lineage on Earth, pulling directly from a reservoir of dual ancestral beast deities. This energy operates entirely outside the boundaries of Twisted Wonderland’s magic system and produces Zero Blot.

🐾 Asset Variant Alpha: The Guardian Komainu

Trigger Protocol: Physical threat suppression or perimeter reinforcement.

Anatomy: A massive, fifteen-foot guardian beast composed of hyper-dense muscle, bone, and a thick, midnight-dark brown fur coat. A wild mane of roaring crimson and orange flames cradles his stone-sharp jaw.

Totem Anchor: A heavy golden guardian bell suspended by a braided crimson cord around his neck. The resonant gong of the bell chimes mechanically to stabilize his spiritual baseline, completely neutralizing internal chaos.

Combat Output: Employs raw physical crushing force and volcanic, oxygen-starving ash-grey smoke. Capable of shattering high-tier Overblot glass phantoms with a single bite.

🐉 Asset Variant Beta: The Holy Kirin

Trigger Protocol: Restorations, pacifications, or tactical spatial maneuvers.

Anatomy: An elegant, ethereal draconic stag shimmering with brilliant golden and cyan-blue fire ribbons.

Combat Output: Radiates a profound, majestic weight of tranquility that forcefully drops an opponent's adrenaline and heart rate to a calm baseline, temporarily defanging hostile intent. Capable of sharing weightless levitation authority with a synchronized group and executing short-range spatial warps (Swapping the Lobster with the Crayfish).

📂 DISCIPLINARY & LOGISTICAL REPORT

🗃️ Behavioral Summary (Faculty Assessment):

Professor Divus Crewel: "The pup possesses military-grade precision and an absolute, unyielding attention to laboratory cleanliness. His measuring efficiency is flawless. A perfect score."

Professor Mozus Trein: "Exceptionally disciplined. He is one of the few freshmen who remains entirely conscious during historical data lectures. Curiously, my cat Lucius refuses to leave his lap."

Professor Ashton Vargas: "A masterclass in raw, unadulterated human conditioning! He breezes through thirty-lap calisthenics without breaking his breathing rhythm! Inimitable!"

👥 Personal Associations & Alignments:

The Freshmen Unit: Functions as the default field commander for Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade. He holds them to a strict training baseline, systematically neutralizing their reckless errors.

The Sovereign Alliance: Arashi has subconsciously accumulated an intense, protective network among the upperclassmen Housewardens he has successfully pacified.

Riddle Rosehearts: Subconsciously views Arashi as an unyielding, protective older brother, proudly declaring him his "Big Brother" in front of the Heartslabyul vanguard.

Leona Kingscholar: Validates Arashi as a physical equal, continuously demanding non-magical brawling rematches in the colosseum.

Azul Ashengrotto: Views Arashi as an absolute, unassailable safety anchor, occasionally defaulting to an intensely clingy, over-protective disposition to ensure the caretaker remains anchored to Octavinelle's kitchen ledger.

Jamil Viper: Jamil sees Arashi as the only one who recognizes his true potential without demanding submission. They frequently collaborate on stamina training exercises, with Jamil dropping his deceptive persona alongside the Caretaker.

Vil Schoenheit: Vil wears a custom crimson cotton kimono tailored by Arashi, using its relaxed sleeves to ease his chronic stress. He publicly acknowledges Arashi as a master craftsman who understands the effort's architecture better than any magic-user on campus.

Idia Shroud: Idia avoids being in the same room as Arashi due to his overwhelming presence, but secretly sends high-tech kitchen upgrades to Ramshackle Dorm. He monitors Arashi through campus security feeds, viewing him as a crucial, non-magical safeguard for the school's mainframe.

Malleus Draconia: Malleus is deeply intrigued by Arashi's indifference to royal titles and magic. He often conjures floating green fireflies in the Ramshackle tea room, relaxed in the heavy robes Arashi made for him, treating the chef as a sovereign equal beyond mortal fear.

🎨 SPECIFIED PERSONAL EQUIPMENT

The Steel Knuckles: Custom-forged black fingerless combat gloves reinforced with sleek, matte-black steel plating riveted across the knuckles. Utilized to shield his joints from the intense physical friction of his Komainu flames.

The Ghost Camera: An antique, silver-framed photographic relic gifted by the Headmage. Since Arashi lacks a wand, he utilizes this device to catalog his garrison duties and bind fragments of peaceful memories to paper.

The Recovery Robes: Highly skilled in tailoring, Arashi hand-crafted a synchronized set of traditional Japanese robes (Yukatas and Kimonos) for his freshmen unit and the Housewarden alliance to optimize their physical recovery and settle their internal tension.

📝 CARETAKER INDEX CARD

• Favorite Food: Artisan Roast Beef & Cheese Subs (Heavy on the garlic-herb sauce) • Least Favorite: Sub-standard culinary preparation or loose scheduling. • Personal Philosophy: "A man who cannot master a broom cannot master a weapon. Discipline is the only baseline that never breaks."

Picture above: Sif with Björn and Revna

Picture below: Thor with Björn and Revna

Björn and Revna loves to be manhandled and play rough with their dad 💕

Summary: What happens when the Magicless Prefect suddenly has magic flowing in their vines, but the same soul from the very beginning?

‼CRITICAL NOTE‼: This One-Shot is based on an Ask belonging to @a-998h. I repeat! This One-Shot is based on an Ask belonging to @a-998h. Please, give them proper thanks for giving me the inspiration and permission to create it. Now, let the words weave together!!!

🐺(Broken Truth), looking up from the parchment in her claws: Thank you for your kind words.

🎭(Mischievous Mask), floating around in the void above Broken's Head, looking at other parchments: Hehehehehe, it's nice to know that the words we weave are enjoyed~

🐺(Broken Truth), looks up at Mask: What are you doing up there? Aren't you supposed to be working on another request from a few moons ago?

🎭(Mischievous Mask), chuckles as a taunting finger waves: Temper~. Temper, Wolfie~. Things like that take time. What's more, we've been working on other things to the point that the Shadow Quill is out of ink.

🐺(Broken Truth), raises an eyebrow as an ear flicks: It is? Did you put it away for a refill?

🎭(Mischievous Mask), chuckles: Of course, Wolfie. There's nothing to worry about.

🐺(Broken Truth), looking at the parchment within her claws: So, you say. Could you check on that other thing?

🎭(Mischievous Mask), chuckles: Of course~ *Floats away into the void*