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yumeka-sxf · 4 months

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A chronological analysis on Twilight and Yor - Part 20

*This is part of an ongoing post series. If you missed the Introduction/Part 1, click here*

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After Yor meets Yuri on the train, she's reminded of the fact that he's "all grown up" and doesn't need her to take care of him anymore.

As I described in Part 8, earning enough money to support Yuri was the main reason Yor became an assassin. Since she didn't have the luxury to pursue anything worthwhile for herself, taking care of and being useful to others became her main focus in life. But since Loid and Anya don't benefit from her assassin work, and now Yuri doesn't either, she begins wondering why she needs to continue doing it. This question is reinforced a few times later: first, when they're on the train and she realizes how much she enjoys being with Loid and Anya as a family, without having to worry about work. And again, during her initial meeting with Olka.

When Olka tells her that she wants to get away from the dangerous life of a gangster to a peaceful, quiet life, Yor takes a moment to reflect on those words, as they were the same thoughts she had on the train earlier – thoughts of what it would be like to live a normal life with your family without all the fears and dangers that come along with being involved in the underworld.

Olka asks Yor why she's so worried about her family discovering her identity since they're just a cover-up family, which leads to a softly emphasized scene of Yor with a noticeably sad expression, as she reluctantly admits that, yes, they are a family just for show.

We know from previous episodes, like the cooking lesson and post-Fiona date, that Yor has since realized that being in the Forger family makes her happy, despite the fact that they're a "fake" family. However, she doesn't know if Loid and Anya feel the same way, especially Loid. For all she knows, he's letting her live with him as his wife more as a favor to her, and because it's convenient for their front at Eden, and not because he personally finds happiness in the arrangement. While he did tell her during their previous date that he wants her to continue playing the role of Anya's mother and his wife, Yor doesn't know whether he feels the same happiness being together as a family like she does.

Yor becomes even more motivated to help Olka when the latter mentions that she's left so much of her old life behind her now.

Perhaps her eagerness to help Olka comes from her sad resignation to the fact that she herself can't attain the kind of life Olka is heading towards, so at the very least, she wants to make sure Olka can attain it.

Meanwhile, we see just how much Twilight's spy work has "traumatized" him, to the point of being on total high alert on the ship even though Sylvia specifically ordered him to relax. Not only was he immediately suspicious of the lottery for the cruise ticket, but even after he's on the ship, his ever-calculating mind can't help but imagine the worst scenarios. He begins looking out for any signs of terrorism and dubious behavior, much to Anya's dismay.

However, thanks to her coaxing, he catches himself and makes a conscious effort to turn off the "spy mode" in his brain (as much as he can anyway).

Later, we see Yor being nervous when having dinner with the executives, obviously not comfortable in such a formal situation and still afraid that she'll be spotted by Loid and Anya. However, when given a task she knows best – assassination work – we get to see a side of Yor that has yet to be fully highlighted in the series…a side that's serious and confident, without her usual doubts and hesitations.

Her social awkwardness and uncertainties disappear as she takes on a total "in-charge" demeanor when guiding Olka and company back to the room. But Olka has spent enough time with the underworld crowd to see that, while Yor is very good at her work, it doesn't suit the sweet, gentle person that she really is. Even before the real danger starts, Olka tells her that she doesn't seem like the underworld type, and even suggests that she spend time with her family when the ship stops at the resort. Olka must have sensed from Yor's hesitation and sad expression in their previous conversation that she truly cares about them.

It's unfortunate that Yor doesn't have a permanent confidant like Olka – someone who not only knows her true identity as an assassin, but also senses that she has real feelings for what should be a "fake" family…and is supportive of that in her own subtle way. Twilight has Franky, and Sylvia somewhat, as people who know him as both a spy and as a (fake) family man. But even though they're not openly supportive of the fact that he's catching feelings for his family, they're still people he can not only confide in without having to hide his true identity, but they care about Anya's well being too. Yor doesn't have anyone like that. While Shopkeeper and McMahon know her true identity, her relationship with them seems to be strictly business. So, as brief as her time with Olka is, it was good for Yor to finally converse with someone who understands her inner feelings that she herself is having trouble realizing.

While Anya and Twilight are having dinner later, Anya mentions that it's been a while since they've eaten dinner without Yor, to which Twilight comments that it does seem lonely without her. He could have replied with any number of less melancholic responses ("It does feel weird" or "She must be very busy" to name a few). So the fact that his first thought was how lonely it felt does seem to indicate a momentary lapse in his spy facade, to which Anya rightfully calls him out and he immediately tries to deny it (with a slight but telling blush).

When they visit the gift shop, we see that Twilight is still having trouble learning how to find enjoyment on the trip, despite the fact that Sylvia made it an official mission. It's tragic to think that even when given orders to have a relaxing family vacation, he simply can't turn off the suspicions and anxiety in his mind. But his anxiousness about people potentially eavesdropping on him soon changes to concern about Anya's mental health. Similar to when he took her to work and had her play in the sandbox, he completely misinterprets her actions as displays of emotional trauma.

I love the interpretation from @sunfoxfic about this side of Twilight's character, to quote:

"His trauma really grounds every action he takes - everything he does is to protect others from experiencing the same trauma. Loid is a highly pragmatic and sympathetic man, and in that way, he's unwaveringly kind to everyone but himself."

Just like the sandbox incident, the scene with Anya at the gift shop is a prime example of Twilight's empathetic side that he keeps hidden from everyone else. Only we as the audience know how much he agonizes about the well-being of those who may have experienced similar trauma as he did. Since Anya's reactions make no sense to him, he can't help but conclude that she has her own share of deep-rooted trauma as well. And, as I've reiterated many times before, rather than express anger or blame her for anything, he puts responsibility on himself to do a better job at trying to understand her. And all of this relates back to what he told Desmond during their first encounter…that he won't stop trying to understand others.

While Yor is keeping watch that night, she has plenty of time to reflect on what happened the day before. As she sits there for hours in silence, we see that her expression has taken on the "robotic" look she had at the very beginning of the series "pre-family," back when her assassination work was all she focused on in her life. This is probably the longest amount of time she's had to continually concentrate on work since meeting Loid and Anya, so it makes sense that her eyes would start to harden like that.

However, when she realizes that she never tried to contact them, her eyes immediately light up as she imagines a scenario where she meets up with them on the ship.

She then starts to wonder why she was hesitating so much when fighting Barnaby. She thinks it could be because she was afraid, not of death or pain, but the fact that if she had gotten seriously injured, she may have had to leave the Forger family. This makes her think back to when Olka asked her why she was so concerned about them since they're just a cover-up family. As I've previously mentioned, Yor has come to realize that being with Loid and Anya makes her happy, but she's also resigned herself to the fact that that happiness can be taken away from her at any minute. So far the biggest threat to her place in the Forgers has been Fiona, but she was able to remedy that by talking with Loid. But this time the threat comes from something where talking isn't an option: an important job from Garden. This is why she tells herself that she needs to keep her priorities straight – as far as she's concerned, her personal happiness is secondary compared to the importance of the job at hand. As she continues to think about the people whose happiness she strives for – Yuri, Loid, and Anya – the same thought she had upon meeting Yuri on the train comes back to her…if none of the people she loves benefit from her assassin work, then why does she need to keep it up?

Continue to Part 21 ->

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#spy x family #spy family #sxf #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #twiyor #sxf analysis #sxf meta #loid x yor #loidyor

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gothic-thoughts · 3 months

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Shut Up and Listen

(took WAY too long to realize out of all my Jojo content, ion have Jotaro 🙄)

Part4! Jotaro Kujo x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, DomesticAU, Babysitter!Reader, Boss!Jotaro

CW: ForbiddenAU, Jojo cheating?? afab parts mentioned, quiet quickie, unprotected cream🥧, tame words(nun vulgar)

Word Count: 1719 (give or take)

(A/n): sorry his first fic is a smut, I hate doing that tbh 😓

Jotaro took a deep breath as he walked to the front door ready to face the possibility of seeing his ex-wife's angry face. He reluctantly opens the door to see his daughter's sitter sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in hand and smiles. He sighed, releasing the breath he held back as his heart began pounding in his chest.

Since his wife filed for divorce, the only peace he could get after work was whenever (Y/n) was here, whether it be to watch over his 5-year-old daughter or just to check on him. Either way, Jojo's heart pounded against his ribcage just from being around her but it only added to his wife's suspicion of his adultery.

"Hey, Mr. Kujo." She whispers, "How was work?"

"(Y/n), please, you come over way too much to be so formal."

"Last time I called you 'Jojo' in front of your wife, she looked like she gonna tear my head off."

He scoffs, waving off the thought of her, “Yeah, I bet.”

(Y/n) chuckles softly as he takes off his shoes at the door and tiptoes across the living room's squeaky floorboards before gently sitting next to her much shorter stature.

"Wine after work?" He smiles, taking the other glass from the table. "You know me so well."

"You always complain about needing a drink so I brought."

"You probably need it more than I do, dealing with that one. How was she?"

She groans. "Tantrum."

"About?"

"He just hates resting for some reason. You know how kids are. Though, her mother coming over probably gave him a boost of energy

Jojo almost chokes on his wine, "Her mother? She was here you said? Why?"

"She said she came to see Jolyne for a bit but I feel like she was looking for you."

"Good grief, of course she was. Where is she now?"

"Her inn."

"Good. I don't think I can deal with another fight after a long day. I'm gonna snap." He sits up, "Anyway, did she say anything to you?"

“What do you mean?”

“Anything?”

"What, no not really. I mean, it doesn't matter, she was just..."

Jojo puts his drink on the coffee table. "What did she say to you?"

“Jotaro, I’m fine.”

“That’s not what I asked you.”

“She just...reminded me...of my job.”

He furrowed his eyebrows to figure out why his wife would feel the need to remind (Y/n) of her, but he quickly realized that was just it; his ex-wife was telling her to stay in her place. His eyebrows part and irritation instantly washes over his features as his beloved babysitter puts her glass down. “Listen, Jojo–”

"Don’t.”

“I only come over to watch your daughter. I don't know why I tried to go above and beyond by checking on you--”

“Because you’re amazing--”

“Because now your wife hates me. Like I’m pretty sure she fucking told the neighbors cuz they’re starting to look at me like I'm the worst person on Earth whenever I take Jolyne out."

The sudden sternness in the tone makes the man’s lips part before he bites the inside of his cheek in thought. They both look to the ceiling, listening for the sluggish pitter-patter of Jolyne’s footsteps making their way to the staircase—but it remains silent. Jojo sighs with relief and slides closer to her while she averts her gaze to the wine on the table. He rests a hand on her thigh.

“Sorry, it’s just--”

"No." He whispers, guiding her chin to face him, "I'm sorry for putting you through this. You deserve so much better than this.”

“What, no. It’s not you; your ex-wife’s just making life hard.”

He pauses, “Yeah, you’re right. But frankly, I could give a damn what she’s doing, I’m not letting you go—not if it’s not what you want.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Honestly, the highlight of my day is coming home to you and my daughter. I’m not letting that go for anything.”

“You...you serious?”

“You know I’m not one to joke about what I want. Or do I need to show you more recent proof?”

She nods then gasps as her boss quickly links his lips with hers. (Y/n)'s hands slide up his broad chest to yearningly grab his broad shoulders and rest the other on the back of his neck. They cup each other's faces and grasp at each other's shirts, groaning into each other's mouths for more.

Neither minded the amount of saliva due to their fervor as he picked her up and sat her on his lap. He holds her body so close that her breasts squish against him but pushes on his chest, breaking their forbidden kiss. Their lust-filled eyes open while they pant heavily on each other's reddened lips. Jojo's hand rests on her face, thumb swiping back and forth along her plush cheek.

"Sorry.” He whispers, “Didn’t know how much longer I could go without doing that.”

“What if someone sees?”

“Curtains are closed. Don't worry about it." He secures his hands under her thighs, "Let's go."

“Go where- oh!”

He carried her up the main steps, but instead of going to his room, he brought her to the guest room, a little farther away from his daughter's bedroom. He kicks the door shut before locking it, then sets her on her feet and continues to make out, sliding his long, white jacket down his arms and to the floor behind him. Their shirts were the next to go, being dropped at their sides before he pulled her hips closer, pressing his huge bulge into her pelvis.

“We do have to make this quick, though.” (Y/n) whispers breathlessly, "She told me she’d come back when you got off.”

“Shit, alright.” He picks her up again and walks to the available bed, where he mounts her, “Quick, got it.”

"Is this moving too fast? I mean..."

“We can stop now if you want.”

(Y/n) shakes her head, hands sliding down his side to his belts where she quickly unbuckles them. He looks down at her fingers and then back at her face with a small smirk. Before she knew it, his pants and boxers were down by his thighs while her leggings lay discarded on the hardwood floor. He tugs her underwear to the side and guides himself in with a breathless sigh from the tightness, head tilting back.

“Oh my...g-god.”

“Heh, sorry. Too quick?”

"Jus’ a little...big. Fuck Jojo."

He presses open-mouth kisses to her neck, "Not hurting you, am I?" He whispers.

“No...god, fuck no. Feels so fuckin’ good.

“I’m not even that deep yet.”

“I might go insane if you do. Just... jus’--”

“Oh yeah?”

The pads of Jotaro’s fingers dig into her hips as he pulls her closer to try to meet his base, but chuckles at the remaining inches between them.

(Y/n) grips his shoulders and curses under her breath, insides gripping him tightly, trying to stay sane while he stretched her wide. (Y/n) gasps out before biting her lip to keep her moans quiet when Jojo finally moves his hips at a slow yet deep rhythm.

He tried to keep it together but soft moans still came out while he gripped the sheets under her as his movements gradually became harder. (Y/n) shivers and groans at the change, arching her back slightly as euphoria ran up her spine. Once she moaned his name softly, he lost more of his composure and leaned down for another sloppy kiss in an attempt to keep himself from moaning.

"Jojo, don’t f’cking stop, please; oh my god.”

"I know we're farther from the front," He whispers against her lips, "But you gotta keep it down, ngh~"

She nods. "But you're going so deep...so-o deep. You feel so good."

"I know.... fuck, I know. Goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ tight."

He lifts her legs to his broad shoulders, hips slamming against her ass over and over and creating the sound of heavy, wet slapping that fills the room. (Y/n)’s legs trembled so much from the deep strokes that she cried out only for him to cover her mouth and press his plump lips to her ear to shush her.

“Fuck, (Y/n).” Jotaro mutters, thrusts becoming harder, “You’re gonna wake my daughter if you keep that up.”

“But, ah, gonna cum. So close, Jojo, I’m so close~”

"Come on, cum for me then; that’s why I put you in this fuckin’ position. Cum.”

He quickened his movements and gently pressed his lips to hers again, moaning into her mouth while his girth throbbed and pulsed with every swift drag through her wet, squeezing walls. She kisses back, scratching his large shoulders, as her orgasm rushes through her nerves. (Y/n) holds the back of his neck as he guides her through her climax, making her moan and gasp in his ear.

"I-I think--"

"What, you gonna--"

"I think I love you."

His face doesn’t change but his hips speed up on their own, "D-do you mean it, (Y/n)?"

She nods.

"I-I do too.... a l-lot more than I should."

"Hah~ Goin' t-too...fast."

"Seeing you every day before work is enough to fuel me for the day."

"You’re m-making it hard t-to--mmh god!"

"Fuck, you don't know how badly I've wanted this shit."

"J’taro--"

"Kissing you, touching you, making you cum for me—fuuck, it’s too much."

Her back arches off the bed, and he slides his arm between the bed and her lower back, continuously pulling her into every heavy, breathtaking thrust.

"Ah~ Jojo! F-fuck, fuuck~!”

“Me too. Don’t worry, I’ll–”

“No, don’t stop. Please d’nt fuckin stop~”

“Then...you want me to..."

"Y-yeah, just please." She scratches up his shirt, "Don't stop~"

Jojo's hips stutter and his eyes shut as his thighs continue to smack against the back of hers. He groans loudly, burrowing his face in her neck when he meets the edge and spills his load inside her. He gasps and clutches at the sheets, while she plants soft kisses to his chest. They pant loudly together as his hips stutter to a stop, their bodies shivering together to calm down as huffs of breath in each other’s faces start to rile them up again.

Before they could get another word out, the front door could be heard opening from up the hall.

#x black fem reader #x black reader #black reader #black writers #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #black fem reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro #jotaro kujo smut #part 4 jotaro #part 4 jojo #jjba jotaro #jjba part 4 #jojo x reader #jojo smut

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helloworldjj · 1 day

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rui subconsciously preparing himself for rejection even when he first meets wxs… ough my heart </3

obviously the main story is meant to introduce rui’s eccentricities comically, but is it just me or is he also just testing tsukasa in ch 9?

he reads tsukasa’s script and then goes on to suggest LIGHTNING. as if conjuring concentrated electricity is the most normal thing in the world. and he KNOWS he seems insane for it

he even highlights the danger of it to tsukasa, making it seem like he’s not prioritizing tsukasa’s safety at all, even though we know damn well he would beat himself up over it if he actually hurt anyone. (hell, the first wxs event was literally all about that) like, it very much seems like rui is exaggerating his own eccentric nature

and then when tsukasa is apprehensive about the idea, he’s dramatic, pulling out puppy eyes and seemingly joking around about leaving

and it might seem like some funny manipulative farce to force tsukasa to let rui test out whatever ideas he had, but alternatively, it might’ve just been a farce put up in order for rui to protect his feelings. he saw that tsukasa was backtracking, not actually as willing to surpass expectations as he claimed, so rui was genuinely going to leave, likely because he didn’t want to face tsukasa’s rejection and judgement. he had exemplified the risk, knowing how any normal person would react to it, because then he could just say “oh well, i knew nobody would want to do anything this crazy anyways.” he didn’t actually believe that someone would accept him or his ideas and was prepared to be alone as per usual

which is why it makes sense that he’s surprised when tsukasa (albeit reluctantly) actually AGREES to the lightning

it’s too good to be true, so he throws more crazy ideas at tsukasa: a flamethrower, launching tsukasa w jets installed in the stage; trying to push him away before rui can feel the pain of rejection again

yet, tsukasa rises to meet rui’s challenges anyway

rui has FINALLY found people who are ready to carry out his ideas to the best of their abilities and he’s noticeably happier, which nene points out

after nene and rui part, he’s off excitedly shopping for parts and gadgets for the show. he’s found a place where he belongs. where he doesn’t have to face rejection anymore. where he has people who will support and actually fulfill his ideas. people who will see him as more than just a weirdo. he doesn’t have to be alone anymore.

this idea of a found home in wxs is reiterated in every rui event, and to think he was once afraid that they might reject him too </3

(rui, you make me want to chomp on a desk :’) )

#im back at it again: ruiposting after ages of just lurking #what can i say #this ourple guy has a hold on me #rui kamishiro #pjsk #project sekai #colorful stage #hatsune miku: colorful stage #wonderlands x showtime #wxs

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 2 months

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hi Jake! I absolutely love your blogs, and I’m wondering if you can do some Homicidal Liu/liu woods hcs? :3 please & thank you!!

GUH LIU <333 He's my special guy I love him

TW: Mentions of abuse, trauma, very light gore, a little angst

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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General Liu Headcanons

The biggest thing about Liu that effects his day to day life is his DID

He grew up in a very dysfunctional home, where his parents only really had kids as makeshift butlers and to live vicariously through them

Liu, being the older brother had a lot of the "harder" tasks given to him such as cooking for the family, making sure everyone had clean clothes, when jeff was a baby he had to change jeff's diapers, etc

So both kids were very mentally unstable from the start, but what really set the hammer in the coffin for Liu developing DID was that whenever he either did something wrong or didn't do his "chores", he was severely punished by being locked in a closet with no food, water or bathroom privileges for unknown amounts of time

This being said, he has waaay more alters than just Sully, Sully is just the one that fronts the most due to Sully being the main protector of the system

Other than Sully, Liu's system is made up of mostly littles and caretaker alters

Which can be very scary at times, so he does everything in his power to make sure that if someone does happen to front, it isn't any of the littles

Ok, i'm done talking about his DID now

I imagine him to either be fully Columbian or mixed Columbian with American

Jeff is the same way

Speaking of Jeff, Liu is about 5 years older than Jeff

Also on the topic of Jeff, Liu still very much loves his brother, and understands that during the "incident" he was very mentally unstable and he wasn't entirely in control of his own actions at the moment

But after being reunited with Jeff, it took a very, very long time for Liu to even stay in the front of his mind when around Jeff, let alone feel safe around him

Over the years, their relationship has significantly improved

Liu still doesn't feel comfortable being alone with Jeff, or even really going anywhere with Jeff, but he is able to hang out with him and talk

His height is around 5'9"

He always smells like vanilla and sometimes like a grandma's perfume

SPEAKING OF GRANDMAS

Liu is a total grandma

He says "oh lordy lord" after waking up from a long nap, he does the english teacher cardigan tuck, he says "kids these days", etc

But he's chill guys I swear (Jeff come get your boy he just said "Flabbergasted" in front of the hoes)

Also he loves plants

so much

someone stop this guy

It started out innocent enough, just a few plants to take care of because he read that taking care of plants can help with depression

And then he kind of spiraled

He has names for all of them, designated personalities, sometimes he knits them clothes for their pots

He's generally a very quiet guy

I wouldn't say shy per se....but he's like....shy in a cool history teacher way

guys he takes it up the butt

Woah who said that??? wild. Anyways!

He's so gentle and calming guh..

Love that guy, he's so special to me

ALSO he doesn't techincally have any pets but like...there's this one stray cat that comes around that he feeds and in return the cat brings him little dead things

He's named him "Harold Jackson"

He likes to read

He's one of those booktok girlies with all the tabs and highlighters

Genuinely squeals like a bitch when he sees a "Penguin Classics" book out in public

(I'm projecting onto him)

His proxy tattoo is on his shoulder, like right on top of it

He got his ears pierced at the young young age of 25 (reluctantly. Jeff forced him)

And now he wears all sorts of fun earrings! (he wears those e-boy cross earrings...)

His spotify wrapped consisted of David Bowie, Hozier, Cigarettes after sex, and mitski

His favorite color is beige and his hobbies include ironing clothes and sending emails <33

Guys idk if you can tell but i love him a lot

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #homicidal liu x reader #homicidal liu #homocidal liu #liu woods

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meemoop · 20 hours

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I have severe AuDHD, and sometimes I bribe myself on doing things rewarding myself on visiting your profile.

I just want to:

a) Say that I consider your art, mind and comics extremely endearing, you're really talented!

b) Thank you! I don't know for others, but when you post (anything, really just about anything) it has a real impact on my life

c) Highlight how much I love your Drarry headcanon relationship with the Malfoys as background supporters (sometimes reluctantly on Lucius' side)

Anyway, I just wanted to say that, from a stranger to another stranger :)

.💕💜💕.

THIS IS SO SWEET 🥹🥹 YOURE MY REWARD! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!! 💕💕💕 THIS MADE MY DAYYYY

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torturedbridgertonsdept · 20 days

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Chapter 1

Clandestine

Anthony Bridgerton had been out hunting on a cold October morning. He was crouched behind foliage, his gun pointed directly at a deer he had been carefully following for a few moments. His heartbeat pounded in his ears and his breath created a light fog around his head. The doe kept still for a moment too long. He fired his gun, unfortunately missing the shot. The deer ran off out of his view and he growled in frustration. Oddly, he had heard a loud neighing coming from behind him. A cream-white horse caught Anthony’s attention when he turned around.

“Oh dear, where did you come from? Shh… it’s alright, I am sorry for startling you,” Anthony had spoken softly, trying to ease the animal’s anxiety whilst he petted its nose.

“Blossom? Blossom! Come here, girl!” Anthony heard a young woman’s voice cry accompanied by loud whistling. It was not long before he had seen her coming from the same direction as the horse did. “Blossom! Oh my sweet girl, are you alright?” She cooed approaching it then patting its back gingerly.

Anthony tipped his hat to the mysterious lady who had appeared at his then-failed hunting spot.

“I’m afraid it was my fault that the poor girl was startled. My apologies, Miss…” He paused, allowing her an introduction.

“Augustine… Augustine Baxter,” She bowed.

Anthony studied her appearance. Augustine wore her brunette hair pinned up uniformly, her cheeks and lips accented by a subtle pink rouge, but her coat was discolored and tattered, with her dress and apron reflecting the same state.

“Pleasure to meet you Miss Baxter, Viscount Anthony Bridgerton,” He held his hand out for her.

His name rang in her head to be familiar. Her eyes widened once she remembered the identity of the man.

“Viscount Bridgerton!” Augustine said frantically as she bowed before him. “Oh, I am a half-wit! Forgive me for not recognizing you before. I had been journeying to your estate before my beloved Blossom had gotten away from me,”

“Journeying to my estate? Why might you be heading there?” He raised his brow.

“Did Lady Bridgerton not inform you? I am to be a lady’s maid to your sister, Miss Eloise,” She placed her hands on her hips proudly.

“Ah, yes. I had forgotten we contacted the agency for a new maid,” Anthony rubbed his temples with his thumb and middle finger as if it would repair his memory. “Forgive me, for the last few weeks have been a total nightmare to deal with. I’ve too much paperwork to tend to, on top of me searching for a wife this season, I am completely overwhelmed…” He paused to groan and wipe his face in frustration. “Anyway enough about me, yeah? I am far too complicated and boring to talk about. For now, I shall see that you arrive at the Bridgerton home safely, yes?” Anthony requested as he mounted his own horse.

“Are you sure that’s quite alright? I would hate to trouble you, my lord. You must have so many duties to attend to as the viscount,” She said gently, not wanting to look like a damsel in distress any more than she already did.

“Ah, come on. You would not be interrupting anything, seeing as my hunt this morning was unfruitful,” He chuckled in slight embarrassment.

“That is most kind of you, sir, thank you,” She reluctantly agreed. Augustine climbed back up onto Blossom, waiting for his instruction. He had gestured the direction with his head and she nodded in understanding.

Riding her horse parallel to Mr. Bridgerton, he could feel his glances but refused them, thinking it to be improper to stare back at a man with that high of a title, but the looks she did allow herself revealed traits such as his jawline and how it framed his smile elegantly. His dark hair curled upward, highlighting his chocolate-colored eyes. She had thought to herself that anyone who had seen him would agree that he was handsome, almost annoyingly so.

“I do hope you are prepared to tend to Eloise. She is quite a handful. Think of if a squirrel were to be combined with a rabid dog, and you will only know half of the chaos she is capable of creating. if you wish to no longer work for her after your meeting, I would not blame you,” Anthony said in jest and was delighted to discover Augustine softly laughing in response.

“I doubt that she will cause me to reconsider things, my lord. I assure you, I have as much patience as there are stars in the night sky,” She said in earnest, but Anthony had found it a bit humorous nonetheless.

“Well, thank goodness for that,” He said, giving her a nod. A moment of silence passed before Anthony spoke once more “I’m assuming you had fallen off your horse when I startled her correct? I can call for a physician to examine you if you are hurt,”

“I am most grateful, Mr. Bridgerton. I am quite alright. I believe the worst of it would be this nasty bruise on my hip,”

Anthony was intensely curious about Miss Augustine. She was very brief in her responses as if she were punished for having a personality as a child, but still exuded charm and kindness. He wondered what her history must be. He felt it a bit invasive to ask her questions about personal topics, but he could not help himself.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, Miss Augustine, but how old are you?”

“I am but one and twenty years, my lord,”

“You’re quite young to be a lady’s maid, yes?”

“Perhaps, my lord, but it is what I must do to live,” She laughed to be polite. She had known working for people of high rank would include having to hear comments like this, but she didn’t seem to mind it coming from Anthony. She found it harmless.

“Right… My apologies,” Anthony nervously cleared his throat, embarrassed about coming off so privileged.

“It is no trouble at all, Mr. Bridgerton,”

"Have you had any experience in being a lady's maid before?" He quickly asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"I have been working as staff to noblemen since I was sixteen. I worked with my parents until they had tragically passed. My mother was a chambermaid and my father, a butler," Her voice was sweet, contrasting the rather grim recalling of her history.

"My deepest condolences. How did your parents pass?" Anthony was not known to be the most gentle in his delivery, but his interest was genuine.

"They had gotten sick while traveling from France... They passed on the boat ride from lack of medical attention," She said slowly so as to not get herself emotional in front of the viscount.

"And what happened to you after that?"

"I had continued to work at my old employers' estate until they had moved out of the country and now the plan is to work for you and the rest of the Bridgerton family until I am old and grey," Augustine attempted to lighten the mood with a bit of humor. She did not wish to depress him any further.

His interest was piqued when she mentioned her plan. That was quite some time to commit for a young woman, he thought.

"Is there no chance that you might marry one day? Are there no men that have asked for your hand?" he inquired.

Augustine found Anthony so fascinating. He was not purposefully prejudiced against commoners, he more so seemed uninformed about what life was truly like for them. She did not have the pleasures of going to balls and soirees in search of a spouse, just as Anthony was able to. She did not have time, nor money to even entertain the idea of finding a husband. She was fated to be a poor spinster, a fact that she has accepted for a long time.

“With the brood of Bridgertons I am about to share a home with, I believe I will have my hands full. I shall need not for a husband or children,” As she spun her tale into one that included positivity and light, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for her.

Augustine was known for turning any negative situation into a positive one. That continued to be proven true as the two arrived at the Bridgerton residence. She found it serendipitous to see that the sky was quickly pouring, unconcerned if it had gotten all over her.

"My lord, would you mind escorting Blossom and I to the stables? She is not a fan of the rain," She laughed, wiping away the raindrops that stung her eyes. Anthony was amused to see the way Augustine looked with her hair now curled up from being doused in rain. Most women he had met would have been furious if they had so much as a speck of dirt on their dresses.

Augustine had looked upon the Bridgerton home with wonder. She had never seen a place more beautiful. The red brick walls stood out with the wisteria that framed the threshold. It seemed so magical, yet so comforting at the same time. She could not wait to explore the estate. She knew that she would spend every spare moment she was allowed to admire the gardens and see the view of London from the upstairs balcony.

Anthony’s view at that moment was different. He had paid attention only to his footing and to Augustine. He could not ignore how the rain caused her clothes to wrap around the curves of her body tightly. The light fabric of her dress was sheer enough to reveal the entirety of her chest. He had visualized in his mind what it would look like to carefully peel the fabric from her soft skin. Thoughts like this had continued until she had noticed his stare. Once caught, he kept his eyes forward.

When they arrived at the stables, Augustine was quick to take Blossom into an open stall, lined up with the coachmen’s horses. Anthony stared as she bent over to secure Blossom’s lead to a post in the ground. Her chest had swung out in front of her, the peaks of her breasts fully in Anthony’s view. It was as if he had been entranced, ordered to take small steps closer to her. When Augustine stood up again, she was slightly startled to see Anthony standing there with little space between them. She trembled, feeling his warm breath hit her face. Soon she was pressed to the wall, the viscount’s lips hovering around hers. Her eyes were wide and she felt frozen in place. After a moment passed, the two were brought back down to reality and Anthony pulled away from her sharply.

He then cleared his throat to say "Very, well... I do have some business to attend to and you must be getting to Eloise," He tipped his hat once more and hastily ran off.

“Aye… I shall change clothes and introduce myself to her at once, Lord Bridgerton,”

#bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton #violet bridgerton #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton imagine

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mayhem-ensues · 1 year

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I don't want to like, reblog anyone and directly put them on blast or anything, but like, the fact that people are suggesting that IS hates Male Avatars and will always prefer Female Avatars is so comical to me cause it's like literally the exact opposite.

Seriously go back and watch the trailers for Fates, not a single sign of F!Corrin, it's M!Corrin all the way through. And it's the exact same story with the trailers for Three Houses. In the major game trailers for 3H the only sign of F!Byleth is when they showed off the Avatar select screen in a Nintendo Direct and then used M!Byleth for the rest of the trailer anyway.

Also, worth noting stuff like M!Byleth being used for all of the tutorial screens in 3H, and the fact that all of the avatars are presented as Male by default in Smash Bros.

When it comes to pre-release stuff, IS always favor the M!Avatars, often, as we've seen in the trailers above, to the exclusion of the F!Avatars. The fact that F!Corrin and F!Byleth have ended up getting more attention from IS then their male counterparts in recent years is not because of favoritism from IS, it's because they ended up being the more popular version of the character and so IS pivoted from their initial decision to focus on the male versions of those characters.

Like, no hate to anyone who prefers the Male versions of these characters or is upset by M!Alear not making it into the first Engage banner, but to suggest that IS hates M!Avatars and prefers the women is just ludicrous when historically speaking, they've always initially chosen to highlight the men, and only reluctantly switched focus when the female version ends up being more popular.

Seriously, F!Alear getting into Heroes without an accompanying M!Alear is an unprecedented situation that flies in the face of how IS usually roll, not evidence of an ongoing trend.

Also, just a quick addendum because this topic annoys the hell out of me so I'm feeling a little petty. I do think it's worth noting two things when it comes to Byleth in particular.

When F!Byleth was finally treated as the "default" option in marketing, it was for Three Hopes, a game where Byleth is a relatively minor character and the real main character/new Avatar was advertised using, you guessed it, the male version of the character.

Despite being the more popular version of the character, F!Byleth still got left out of Engage in favor of her male counterpart. Likely because the game has been in development since before IS has a solid grasp on the relative popularity of 3H characters and as such they defaulted to using the man, like they always do.

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #byleth eisner #corrin #alear #fire emblem discourse

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baronessblixen · 6 months

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Prompt: 26. "Honestly, why would I care?"

Angsty humor: All Mulder wanted to do was drop off a report. Now he has to deal with a drunk Skinner. (wc: 1,482)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 28: The Truth Is (Not) Found In A Glass of Whiskey

It’s late and the Hoover building deserted. A few floors down, Scully is putting on her coat, and waiting for him. Mulder hurries through the hallways, glad to be alone here, and not roped into small talk by anyone. As much as he prefers the quiet and solitude this late hour brings, he knows that Scully doesn’t.

While she may not want a boring 9-to-5 job either, she’d like to spend an evening or two at home. Alone, probably. Or with a friend. Maybe even someone who is more than a friend. His thoughts are faster than his legs and he has to shake it off. To him, spending time with her is the highlight of his day. Any day. Monday to Friday, Saturday and Sunday. To her? He hasn’t asked. Is afraid to find out.

Now all he has to do is drop off this report and then they’re off. Part of him is hoping that he’ll find a case that will keep them busy this weekend. While Scully is probably hoping for the opposite. That thought makes him smile. He lifts his hand to knock on Skinner’s door before he remembers that it’s after hours and his secretary will have left hours ago. Same as Skinner.

He walks into the outer office, intending to put it on Kimberly’s desk. But then he sees that the door to Skinner’s personal office is ajar. There’s dim light coming from within. He peeks through the gap and sees his boss sitting at his desk, a bottle of dark liquid in front of him.

“Sir?” he asks, knocking softly on the door.

“Mulder? What the fuck are you still doing here?” The swear makes Mulder wince. He’s never heard Skinner curse like that.

“Dropping off our latest report. We, um… it took a while longer. I wanted it to be on your desk first thing in the morning.”

“Scully made you do it, huh?” His boss is grinning, but it’s askew. Mulder glances at the bottle – whiskey, from what he can tell – and sees it’s more than half empty. There’s only one explanation: his boss is drunk.

“We wrote it together, sir.”

“Sure, sure. Hand it over.” Skinner takes another gulp from his glass and as Mulder walks closer, he smells the alcohol. It’s making him dizzy.

“Are you all right, Skinner?” he asks once he’s standing close. The other man’s eyes are disoriented, his pupils dilated.

“Never been better. Ever have your heart broken, Agent Mulder?”

“I, well-”

“No, of course not,” Skinner goes on, ignoring him. “Someone like you probably breaks hearts.” He’s not going to correct his boss, even though he’s completely wrong. Mulder thinks about Phoebe, about Diana. His heart has been broken repeatedly. Right now, though, it’s not what Skinner wants to hear.

“Do you want me to call anyone?”

“Who would you call?” Skinner narrows his eyes. “There’s no one. No kids. No wife anymore either. I’m alone, Agent Mulder. Alone. Take my advice.” He crooks his finger, motioning for Mulder to come closer. He does so reluctantly and he’s too slow. As soon as he’s in reach, Skinner grabs his tie, drawing him close. His breath reeks of whiskey as he speaks.

“Don’t fuck it up with Agent Scully. She’s the jackpot, Mulder. You probably don’t deserve her, so if you fuck it up, I will find you and I will hurt you. You hear me?” Mulder gulps and nods.

“Sir, um, Agent Scully and I aren’t-”

“Oh shut it, Mulder. Who are you kidding here? I see you two together. I know you try to be discreet but honestly, why would I care? You do what you want in your time off. Hell, you do what you want anyway. All your case files are proof of that.” He pats the finished report Mulder has just dropped off at his desk.

“Thank you, sir,” he says lamely, not knowing what else to say. Explaining his complicated relationship with Scully would take hours, and right now, in his state, Skinner wouldn’t understand. Mulder barely understands it himself and he’s stone-cold sober.

“Where is she, anyway? You two are attached at the hips. She leave without you? You let her leave?” Skinner’s voice is getting louder and more agitated. Mulder wishes Scully had come up with him because he’s at his wit’s end.

“She’s downstairs. I told her I’d drop this off and be right back down.”

“Then go, Mulder. Before she finds someone better. They always do.” Skinner sighs, bringing his glass to his lips, only to realize it’s empty. Instead of pouring himself another glass, he grabs the bottle and takes a huge swig.

“Sir, I think maybe you’ve had enough.”

“You’re not my father, Agent Mulder. Hell, I could be your father. Go to your room!” He laughs and Mulder uses the moment to snatch the whiskey bottle out of his hand. “Now, Agent Mulder, you give that back.”

“Sorry, sir. This is for your own good. You can have it back tomorrow.”

“Mulder, that bottle of whiskey is my only friend.”

“That’s not true. Scully and I are your friends. You have plenty of friends.” Mulder isn’t sure that’s the truth, but he doesn’t know anything about Skinner’s personal life.

“I don’t. My wife took them in the divorce. She took everything. My heart, too. Mulder, you treat Scully better than that, okay? You hear me? You don’t let a woman like Scully get away. Promise me.”

“I promise,” he says.

“Mulder, are -” Scully walks into the office and both Mulder and Skinner turn to her.

“Speak of the devil,” Skinner slurs. “Or rather, angel.” He laughs again. Mulder throws Scully a helpless look, hoping she understands. And she does.

“Sir, I think- we should call you a cab.” Scully is by Skinner’s side in an instant and he looks up at her like a puppy.

“You’re too good for him. But you love him. Can’t do anything about that.” She turns to Mulder, her eyes asking him what all of that is about. He just shrugs. They have bigger problems at the moment.

“Who can we call, sir?” Scully asks.

“There’s no one, Agent Scully. No one. Just my bottle and Mulder took it from me.”

“We’ll call you a cab and we’ll- we’ll make sure you’re okay.”

“Gotta use the bathroom,” Skinner says. He gets up from his chair and stumbles. Scully tries to keep him upright but Skinner is heavy. Mulder helps her and together they manage to get him to the bathroom. They exchange a look, wondering if they should let him do this on his own. Ultimately, they decide to wait in front of the bathroom, trying to give their boss some dignity.

“What happened here?” Scully asks quietly.

“He was like this when I got here,” Mulder says. “I think he’s sad. I think someone broke his heart.”

“Poor Skinner. We can’t leave him alone, Mulder. Someone has to stay with him. We can’t just drop him off at a hospital. What will people think?” He nods, knowing she’s right.

“He can sleep it off at my place.”

“I’ll stay with you.” His eyes grow big. “Unless you don’t-”

“Oh, I do,” he says softly, touching her arm. “I don’t want to deal with him alone. And I always want you around, Scully.” She smiles at him. “Just so you know… Skinner thinks we’re dating and you coming with me will not defuse the situation.”

“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing. He said I shouldn’t fuck it up between us and when I tried to tell him that we aren’t dating, he didn’t believe me. Not that it matters, but he doesn’t mind.” He can’t quite suppress his grin.

“Oh, did I interrupt you two?” Skinner staggers out of the bathroom, a dopey smile on his face.

“You didn’t interrupt anything. Come on, sir,” Scully says, taking charge. She flanks him and nods at Mulder so he’ll do the same. The three of them are an odd pair as they make it through the Hoover hallways, but at least there’s no one here to see the A.D. like this. His secret will remain safe with them.

“Where are we going?” he asks as they get into the elevator.

“Home,” Mulder says. “You’re staying with me and Scully tonight.”

“Knew you two lived together. Could never prove it, but I knew it.” He taps his heart and then his forehead. “Sometimes you just know. You better invite me to your wedding, though.”

“Sir, we-”

“No, Scully, not you too. I already told Mulder it’s fine. It’s so fine. You two do you.” He giggles like a schoolboy and can’t stop. “You know what I mean.”

“This is going to be a long night,” Mulder mumbles, and Scully nods. Skinner, completely unaware of anything that's going on, just laughs.

#fictober23 #i had so much fun writing this omg #this idea just came to me this morning and who am i to question the muse #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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wisteriainslumber · 1 year

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what types of students are the twst characters

in which i turn nrc into a public school

i cannot confirm nor deny my involvement in any of these scenarios

Warnings: swearing, cr*wley, mentions of drugs and alcohol, caters nicknames, and school

Riddle

i truly wish not even my worst enemy the pain of setting next to this boy

imagine getting back a test with 90% and feeling proud of it then the dude beside you gets a 98%

and this will happen for every assignment, test, group project

in fact, sitting next to him guarantees being paired up for projects together. the inferiority complex is building. this is truly the azul arc

you will get no sympathy from him. the project thats due in 5 days that you still havent started? what an irresponsible student. you reap what you sow.

truly makes you want to stab him with a mechanical pencil. maybe even get some lead stuck in there and make him think he’s poisoned

he has everything you could possibly need, including more miscellaneous supplies like staplers, hole punchers, highlighters, even compasses.

if you ask nicely he'll lend them to you but you best give them back by the end of the class lest you induce his wrath

people are more scared of him than they are of the teachers. most people dont believe the heartslabyul students when they say that riddle is nice to them

oh but he is. he tutors them and is thorough with it. he knocks on everyones door during lights out to say goodnight to them. no one forgets anything for school trips bc riddle quadruple checks.

has some busted ass phone. imagine some crunchy notifications sounds from it. it blares in the room in the middle of the lecture and its so funny every time

since then riddle keeps his phone out of the classroom or outright silences it. if you have an emergency, have it outside of class hours please and thank you

brings a million layers to school bc hes always getting cold and then hot two hours later can someone pls help him

oh but don’t underestimate him, even if hes sick on his death bed he will show up to class anyway. you know those kids that definitely got fever but their parents still send them to school? yeah, like jade needs to physically drag him into the infirmary before he gives up and reluctantly goes home to rest

lets hope its not exam season he will be hacking n’ coughing and sniffling miserably someone get this man a cough drop i think he just ran out

Trey

not up to date on the latest gossip but knows some of the weirdest, nichest shit around campus. literally this was stuff you didn’t even think you had to be warned about

warns you of the drug zones around the school and helps you stay clear of the places students usually hook up

warns you about that bathroom that got flooded because some kid took a shit in the urinal and clogged the pipes😍😍 dont go in there the evidence is still on the ceiling

also be mindful of the graduation plaques in the the student-dubbed “blowjob hall”. you do not want to know what the previous graduates did to them.

he will not bake weed brownies for you. stop asking.

in fact, you're not supposed to know he makes edibles

and no they are not for sale at his bakery. dont even try to enter.

gets the shit scared out of him every morning because lilia’s preferred greetings are unexpected and gravity-defying

all of treys classmates knows he’s in the classroom by the loud “GOODNESS, ME” every time lilia says good morning to him

rip to the science club. you got trey trying to magically grow plants and rook claiming he’s making a potion that has smoke machine effects

because a bunch of magical students with access to funky chemicals cannot result in anything good, the chances of the plant becoming carnivorous and that smoke machine causing hallucinogenic side effects is quite high

their club initiation can’t be anything other than making things grow and explode

“experiments” usually mean they’ve accidentally made chloroform. or any kind of corrosive substance. trey needs to dispose of it before it gets into some freshman’s backpack

Cater

he doodles on his notes, yes, but they are ✨on theme✨

his notes on the snow queens curse contain doodles of skulls and stick figures buried in the snow...

"adopts" freshman. says shit like "this is my freshie"

knows the latest gossip of the school but doesn’t really know a lot of people

lots of people know him though!! or of him

has nicknames for every professor and they are so horrid. no one deserves to hear the name “vargy daddy” (ironically, we hope) exit someones mouth. not even the rsa students.

sometimes uses the lesson board as his daily streaks, sometimes the profs catch him making winky faces for his photos

and because he refuses to sit anywhere but beside idia (or his tablet), he ends up in these selfies simply by association

cater got a failed test back and claimed prof trein was homophobic

this is even funnier for anyone that hcs cater being treins nephew

his posts keep going viral because he’s always there to film the rumoured nrc antics. he can kickstart an nrc-insider news career out of this

you get a notification that he’s live on magicam but no it’s lilia using caters platform to “sing everyone a lullaby”

on the bright side, it worked, they’re all knocked out. on the down side, it’s not as relaxing as lilia thinks it is

sometimes posts their band antics and hey that would’ve pulled a lot of people in but they are very put off by lilias singing

on the plus side though they are very good at synchronized dancing

clogs the hallways on occasion while filming on twisttok. move or you will be seen by his thousands of followers

might be my bias talking but idc, cater was at least a third of the student body’s gay awakening. hes got a personality that makes it hard not to like him, like what is there not to love?

say hi to him once and he will say hi to you until graduation. he will also introduce you to whoever he’s talking to at that moment

at the end of the semester you know at least half the people in this school

Ace

i dont care that this is a magic school, all freshman are sentient zoo animals that have escaped their enclosures

participated in the devious licks trend and got away with some of the wilder shit like stall doors and the graduates plaque from years ago?? (it was his brothers class)

he was the shit back in middle school and hes going to be an obnoxious freshman and claim you need his permission to sit at “his table”

canonically hes always involved in SOMETHING so all of the hot gossip around nrc is usually about ace

his constant beheadings has become an nrc inside joke and is used as a reaction image now

prime examples being "neiges lawyers after they see my y/n edits" or “me after vil’s team finds my account” from user vilsballsack

shortest player on the basketball team and grim will not let him live it down

ace frequents ramshackle the most and his mischievous nature combined with the ghosts’ means lots of rude awakenings

not even the standard bucket on the door pranks, ace goes above and beyond with them. they range from whoopee cushions to the most elaborate traps, with dominos and strings triggering everything

just wait until you hear about april fools day, bro. karmas a bitch :/

at least he buys you a weekly coffee </3 he complains but will be pissed if deuce buys you one instead

fighting for his life trying not to laugh during sex ed

he plays with those cpr dummies like how you imagine children play with dolls

smashes them against each other, establishes the darkest kind of hierarchy, and his favourite thing to do is twist the heads off the bodies

he gets it from the queen housewarden rosehearts🤩

he and deuce whisper so loudly that they disrupt the class so they’ve resorted to very obvious note passing

every crinkle of paper stomps on the profs nerves but it’s better than hearing whisper-debates over whether glitter gel pens are manly or not

bluetooth connects to the announcement speakers to play WAP. sigh.

for any band kids out there, he is a trumpet player. i think that says enough

Deuce

vaped in the washrooms for a month thinking he was cool before he reformed himself

thought it was so funny to lie about his name at the coffee shop but keeps giggling and being weird about it. the baristas know “divus” is definitely not his name

plus, the campus shops are more likely than not run by students or staff. literally everyone knows who divus is and he’s never had blue hair and pronouns

is in the centre of every single fight that happens in this school. he has not missed a single match to scrap with the other freshies

even his seniors are shivering in fear

thought it was funny to draw dicks on every desk he sat in

influenced some dorm members to draw dicks on their faces claiming it was Heartslabyul-issued makeup

needless to say he didn’t get away with it for long

cannot leave his phone unattended with ace. the last time he did, ace switched up his charger settings so the phone was robotically moaning when deuce put it in the charging port

calls his momma every lunch time to make sure she ate

somehow got adopted by the cafeteria ghosts and he occasionally gets free cookies or coffees

rode a skateboard to school and hid it in his locker. got caught two months in because sebek was yelling at him for bringing a skateboard to school

finds a way to tear up at any kind of movie or documentary displayed in class. hes just so moved.

but bro if he gets clowned on one more time by grim, he’s really gonna burst out the waterworks

once got so sick of grim he started barking at him. epel refuses to delete the video

asks you to wake him up if he dozes off during magic history. you get wracked with guilt every time you steal him away from dreamland

Leona

didn’t go to class for like 4 months and then shows up after everyone in the class declared him dead

directly sassing his teachers and unfortunately he is very funny

only one he can’t get away with is crewel because crewel will hit him and turn him into a designer rug

doesn’t bring notes, doesn’t even bring a pencil. he’s repeated these lessons twice, he already knows everything

because he already learnt it before he can get away with sleeping and answering their questions just fine

his profs are mad. its not misconduct if the student is in fact, aware of the material

they did him so dirty putting rook in the same class as him. this is actually great for the profs when he decides to come to class because he refuses to sleep in rooks presence

threatens to claw out rooks face if he dares to sit next to him so rook sat behind him :)

learns broken french against his will. learns whos nicknames correspond with who against his will.

if ever partnered up with rook, leona finds out that rook wasnt taking notes at all. all that typing was done on magic of our own and the pen scribbling was a doodle of leona

lord knows what stopped him from turning rook into dust

(it’s because epel will be sad if rook is gone)

doesnt believe in calculators he's a mental math god but only when he wants to be

beware if anything remotely sexist that catches his ears. he will call you out. in front of everyone. who said women sucked at games? they’re lucky his sister in law isn’t playing. her favourite game happens to be predator vs prey :))

violates academic honesty but sucks at it. he copies and pastes, puts it in a paraphrasing bot, then translates it in 10 languages, and puts it on the page. no formatting or anything.

if the profs uses those plagiarism checkers, leona is getting caught 100%

do not ask him if he can talk to lucius, you will become a missing persons case

Ruggie

knows everyone on school grounds

you might think it’s cater, or azul, but no, it’s ruggie and i can’t explain it

has most likely club-hopped until he settled for magift. he knows quite a few buddies here and there, so if ur ever looking for someone, ruggies the one to ask. if not directly, he can give you leads on your search

shows up to record the fights that deuce gets into but will not join them. hes here for the drama, not to get into them

violates academic integrity. he gets so fucking creative with it. hes the one making homemade water bottle labels or creating a whole new code (disguised as battle scars on his arm) so it looks like hes not cheating

listen he will find a way to cheat if he doesnt know. its all in or nothing

work smarter not harder <3

he’s basically on the clock 24/7 with leona and his other odd jobs. sometimes he doesn’t have enough time to study, but he sure has time to create a new language as a fail-safe. it’s called being resourceful >:(

kid who uses calculator to check simple things like 2 + 3 but can find the circumference of a box using only a formula and the fortitude of his mind????

bro is literally so resourceful, can take the most simplest things and turn them into masterpieces. he is exactly like those people that can create edits, theories, and fics out of a character that was seen for 5 minutes

magishift disk got lost? he’s already found a frisbee. or you can use this notebook. it’s rectangle but if it works, it works, right?

1 inch of snow? no problem he’ll make a sturdy fort for you to hide under during snowball fights

profs thought he dyed his hair blonde in rebellion but no hes just born like that. his hair just got darker as he grew leave him alone pls :( it’s all natural :((

pen flicker and he knows it. absolutely defying the laws of physics with the aerodynamics of his pen. it ends up being more entertaining than the actual lesson

sneaks snacks into classrooms but he’s quiet enough about it that no one really cares

so dont try to snitch on him for a corn chip you aint gettin one

no he does not sell drugs on the down low who told you that?

don’t remove his sunglasses he needs them. is he what? oh, hi.

Jack

had a kiddy crush on the queens for a year

they’re so hardworking, and knowledgeable, and talented, like he really looks up to them

turns out he didn’t want to date them he just wanted to be them fr

would be a very good influence on his friend group if they weren’t even worse when combined together

at least he’s a good influence on epel. or at least that’s what vil tells him

not really causing trouble but since he hangs out with the first years, he's in trouble by association

this is the fifth time grim has gotten stuck in the vents playing real life among us and jack is running out of excuses

gives epel a look of disapproval every time he catches his name in kahoot

accidentally learned many countryisms and swear words he didn’t even know existed

any time epel fails a test or had a fight with vil, jack adds to his forbidden vocabulary

invites epel to his 6AM runs with vil and he occasionally joins, but ultimately epel enjoys sleeping in, says that he must sleep enough hours to trigger his growth spurt

got to demonstrate his knowledge in first aid when deuce took a nasty fall during club activities. was the most excited to plaster the patterned bandaid on him but don’t say anything about it >:( bros got an image to protect

gained a new appreciation for musicals from ortho’s influence. he likes six the musical the most obviously

minds his business the most. he doesn’t give a shit if you fell on your ass during flight. he’ll help you up, check that you’re alright, and go on about his day, no further comments

so for anyone who is easily embarrassed, jack’s your bestie now

Azul

most pretentious bitch in the class for two reasons

1. always has some extra curricular activity going on and will not stfu about it

2. always has something to add to the lesson or story and will not stfu about it

for anyone thats read jamils lab story, it’s exactly like that. azul will comment on everything, bring out his observations, will constantly pester u & try to pick apart ur brain

not in a scientific way, he just wants to crack into the cool knowledge inside. bros a nerd (affectionate)

by the end of the first week you will want to push his head in the cauldron & not let up until he slowly goes limp

please don’t give him any debate assignment. he’s about to tear out heartslabyul student B over the worth of cryptocurrency

(it’s nothing. it’s worth literally nothing.)

has a stack of business cards for mostro and will hand them out to anyone who shows the slightest interest in azul himself

rip to any one of his classmates that may have harboured a crush on him because azul is nothing if not his own biggest cockblocker

for some reason, he can bend the power of time to his will considering he had the time to control the odds of rolling dice while still attending to all of his after-school activities

every board game meeting is idia being horrified at azul’s extra-ness or azul getting clowned to hell by idia himself

they are so mean to each other but will hiss if you try to pry them apart

bro works two jobs, a student and a restaurant manager. how the hell is he doing all this and still #2 in his grade who knows. the grind never stops and his pronouns happen to be work/hard

don’t be fooled though, behind closed doors he is getting his glasses taken away from him by the twins so he can fucking REST. can’t do ur work without your sight!!

ofc they don’t tell him that though they just embarrass azul by either staring at him “innocently” until azul decides to leave (jade) or threaten to whack him with a frying pan until he falls asleep (floyd)

Jade

in the first year he smashed floyds head into poor idias locker and the huge dent is still there to show for it

the profs permit him to snack in class bc he brings “healthy” choices like carrots and apples.

eats them so menacingly too. stare at him too long and he stares right back, then takes a giant, violent crunch on his snack.

smiles innocently at them even though he’s well aware of the fear in his fellow students eyes

can not incriminate him. hides all traces of his involvement for issues he enabled.

unless it’s his weekly brawl with his brother on school grounds. “we’re twins, we fight all the time” is not a valid excuse to chase each other down the halls with metal forks

cracks a joint when floyd punches someone so they can convince the student that floyd broke his nose. serves them right for talking shit

doesn’t join in on the fight. you might think this is a good thing but having jade stand by and encourage your pain as you’re getting your shit rocked hurts even worse than the punches

crewel cannot pair jade with any student besides riddle. he’s an enabler. people listen to him either because they’re scared of him or they don’t know better. what was supposed to be a “good idea” to mix vials E and F turns into accidentally (?) creating mustard gas

when you chat with him you find out hes one of those insane sims players that tortures their sims for fun

he genuinely thinks that how youre supposed to play the game

no he’s not shroom hunting on his mountain hikes. he’s genuinely just living his cottagecore dreams. he cherishes the little mushroom mug he got from riddle. it even has a cute lid :)

he never confirms nor denies these accusations, however

if anything, he will turn it on the other party. what do you mean you think he’s collecting magic mushrooms??? he’s never even seen one :((

was the reason the school had to implement a ban on permanent markers. he kept sniffing them and got sent to the nurses office for it. now whenever some students want to skip class or out of pure curiosity, they sniff until they get sick

Floyd

that fucking maniac when his pen runs out of ink during a test he bites himself and uses the blood as ink and doesnt bat an eye at it

plays the game of switching classes with jade but it doesnt last very long because "jade" is suspiciously doing too well in flight class

treats dodgeball like a carnival game. whips that shit so hard at you, you’re convinced you’re leaking spinal fluid

if he’s feeling real freaky he’ll freeze the snowballs a little before throwing them :D

loudly opening and eating chips in class

when trein scolds him hes handing out gummy bears to his classmates in front of his face

sits in the front row just to nap there. hes got so much audacity and zero fear

lectures last 3 hours. perfect time to watch a movie. hes giving the classmates a free streaming party

sometimes hes just laughing to himself while taking notes. or maybe he’s texting who knows?

unsafe during potionology have you seen his lab card

comments on the drinkability of every chemical

god forbid you ever do a dissection bc hes gonna be saying the most ravenous shit

"that eyeball kinda be looking juicy" my ass

can he maybe like eat before class for everyones sanity

takes any dare from jade as a challenge, and if he succeeds, then he gets to make jade do smth for him

most of the time he declares himself as the eldest sibling™ and jade just has to accept it

if it was unclear, a lot of their fights consist of who is the godly privileged eldest sibling and who isnt

the rest of the time he makes jade show up to class in some clown shoes and laughs at the squeaky sounds coming from jade’s footsteps

pencil chewer. and eraser stabber. just keep the magic pen away from his mouth

Kalim

drew flowers and hearts and sparkles around his war history notes

its his standard for all his notes

brings in whole ass meals in his class and shares it with his seatmates. it smells amazing

shows up to class with random shit every day. if he’s making his own day, why not make everyone elses day too, u know?

he has this huge stuffed rabbit that he lugged around class one day. it’s named peter. it has its own seat.

once brought a bunch of balloons and blew them up in the middle of the lecture?? he had time to draw faces on them? one is him, one is jamil, etc, etc

silver gets one of those balloons that kalim drew on. look! it’s purple, like your eyes!

brought bubbles to school and had a rave in the courtyard

initiates snowman building parties but most of the time they don’t work out because these rambunctious nrc students will destroy the snowmen after class

(jamil will secretly repair these snowmen so kalim doesn’t find out octavinelle student A kicked a hole through frosty jr’s chest)

shares his scratch and sniff stickers with his classmates. there’s some whacky scents in there and honestly most of them smell foul

kalim knows this and ofc warns people beforehand. although, which ones smell good and which dont? sniff and find out ig

at least his presentations are the most entertaining. they’re extra as hell like he would sooner coordinate an entire skit than present normally

chances are he ends up improving some stuff because he forgets his lines rip. fortunately it is fun to make up a skit with kalim so, 9/10 for his groupmates, minus 1 point bc he sent them all in cardiogenic shock from his grand ideas. how in the world are they going to get, or even train an elephant for science????

if doing some kinda powerpoint, takes advantage of those fun transition effects and funny pictures. they may not be 100% relevant to the topic but he wanted you to see this baby koala anyway

Jamil

24/7 talking to himself in his head so he can have an intellectual conversation for once

when being particularly annoyed, he imagines the students or even the school burning. it oddly soothes his mind

avoids the window seat if the window is open. one too many bug accidents. there’s only so many tables jamil can char before he gets in trouble.

watch him pull out a hazmat suit when it’s time for flight class in june. fucking wasps.

pen flicker. he isnt aware he does this but its pretty cool to watch

see, jamil shares a class with azul. and with azuls annoying ass attitude and even more annoying twins tailing him, he’s resorted to keeping a pair of headphones on him at all times

do people not understand? if he’s sitting alone and has headphones in, it means he doesn’t want to talk!! cough cough take a hint

his only joy derives from watching the smug ass grin on azuls face disappear when he’s on a broom

long since stopped trying to reason with his fellow basketball club. ace can deal with floyd, he’s here to do his part and leave

unless they’re playing a match with another school. then get ur ass up, jamil is Competitive and wants the win for himself

while his phone is on silent, the screen is always lighting up bc kalim loves to blow up his phone with messages

he can’t mute kalim in case the dude gets himself in a problem, so he’s dealing with links and images of dolphins while his class is learning about the components of pixie dust

rarely responds to these but will send occasional “cool”s or “kalim please focus in class” texts

the secret thing is, he is very fascinated by these links. educates himself with dolphin trivia, or whatever topic kalim has been interested in lately, for their future conversations

but he'd rather get buried alive than say that to his face

Vil

creative as hell he will find script ideas out of every class hes in (just like me fr <3)

smells so good. unbelievably good. its probably his own fragrance. it’s not on sale yet.

half the school has a crush on him but no one is brave enough to approach him like cater is

celebrity status AND dorm leader? thats like VIP status on top of VIP status. understandably, few try to approach him with further intentions than a fan/classmate

not cater though! he says he wants to take a pic with vil for the clout but thats definitely a farce. vil knows it, and cater knows vil knows it.

he got them teacher heels. you know those? you hear him long before you see him and you fix up your behaviour too. the power of those teacher heels.

non-pomefiore students either hate them or are so damn jealous of them. you’re getting coached by the vil schoenheit?? you get to see his face and hear his voice every day????

vil’s seen too many people sneak in and try to pass off as his dorm members. he’s amused but like, you can visit you know? just make sure to inform your dorm leader and go back before curfew.

highly advises these students to leave everything as they found it. no dorm would tolerate students who cannot pick up after themselves

if somehow, these brave ass students ignore this advice, vil’s making them wash all 200 of pomefiores windows. inside and outside :) yes, this also includes the mosiacs

if you get this man for a presentation project, you’re either extremely lucky or very unlucky

on the bright side, he can lead a lot of the spoken parts but dont expect him to do it all. he expects you to know your parts and speak clearly

on the bright side again, he’s very thorough with research and citing. your profs love him

on the down side you cannot last minute rush this, if you were thinking of it. while he allows some leeway because emergencies and life happens, he will hunt you down so it will be finished at least a day prior. that is a threat.

Rook

knows your entire natal chart

serves u personal asstrology horoscopes. says shit like “your dad is back in your life because mars is in retrograde” and he’s right. why is mars doing the renagade and why is it so powerful???

draws the most detailed, obscure abstract art or the most realistic rendition of a real life object no in-between

was so excited to see leona in his class he has so much to tell him about his day, and what vils doing, and what new discovery science club made that week, and the pretty birds he saw this morning-

confidently writing his neige/vil fanfic in class. or self insert. really doesn’t matter because its actually written so beautifully he could convert you to any kind of ship or belief

in fact he most likely submitted fanfic for an assignment and gaslit the profs into thinking he went above and beyond what was required of him

this is an artistic vision, a romantic metaphor for the tale of the sleeping kingdom. the curse is actually symbolized through her crown!!

in the autumn he picks up a random leaf from the ground and it’s his muse for the day. you look over and theres some kid with a leaf on his desk? don’t mind him

reported on the first week for crawling around on all fours to get the optimal photo angle

he still crawls around for the photo he’s just sneakier now

a kid who got exposed to creepypasta and has never been the same since

he has the old deviantart account to prove it

unintentionally kickstarts so many rumours because no one knows anything about his life before nrc

there’s ongoing theories that rook is secretly a vampire, or a descendant of royalty, or an undercover spy

the rumours were the worst during his freshman year because his behaviour was jarring to most students. rook had celebrity syndrome then, where people think he’s dating everyone he interacts with

though, self nicknamed “hunter of love”, confusion is bound to happen. does it mean homewrecking? harem collecting? matchmaking?? no one knows and no one is brave enough to find out

the joint cracker in class. leona hates him so much. one more crack and rook is gonna end up on the news

Epel

a little bit emo, bros been going through it all year give him some time

has and continues to paint his nails black but switched to colours in the second year

calls his phases in his life “eras” and whoever he was two months ago is not him anymore!! the past is NOT today!

found a way to shake the vending machine to get the snacks to fall down

the loud ass freshie during lunch. believed he was too cool for the cafeteria and ate in the halls

unfortunately he is once again, Too Loud and gets scolded by the teachers a lot

feral. absolutely feral. he has bit people and they have the bite marks to prove it

misgendering? insulting his friends? just overall being disrespectful? square up bitch.

the first years have a hard time wrangling in epel and deuce. pray for them.

still initiates snowball fights even after they got banned because the ignihyde students built machines to mass produce snowballs

jerked off the dildo they were supposed to practice putting a condom on. vargas is so so so disappointed

has an ungodly amount of deodorant in his bag and all of them are from vil

does he use them? hell no, they smell like old people. he has his own max spray. what do you mean it smells bad? this is what manly macho men smell like you wouldn’t get it

kicked a broken soap dispenser into the toilet. when asked, he’ll tell you that he doesn’t know what came over him

competitive in kahoot because he has an inappropriate username

nothing screams victory like standing on the 1st place podium as "ben dover"

being classmates with him is like, this dude next to you is making a portrait in minecraft pixel art??? what does this have to do with the god of mischief’s reign???

gotta admit it tho, he’s pretty damn talented.. wait what was the prof saying again😅?

Idia

theatre kid

but like, stage crew theatre kid

once hes got the drama kid complex in him, everyone whos not in the drama program are instantly peons to him

they just arent as fun, they dont understand the references, and they are overall total normies

attends class through his tablet most of the time so, in that era we had of online school, i think we all know idia was not actually paying attention

100% muted his classes to catch up on the episodes he missed

lectures? sure sure, he’ll record them and take notes later. now shh he’s hiding behind his laptop screen to play rhythm games. wheres the mute button irl???

starts attending class more frequently to bond over rhythm games with cater. if you hear two people in the back speaking some foreign language it’s probably them.

in fact im pretty sure that only these two will be able to understand each other with whatever strange terms and lingo they pull out of thin air

ortho is very very happy about this

one time in the bathroom, when he went to get soap to wash his hands, the fucking dispenser fell from the wall

went thru the 5 stages of grief and panic, and ended up fleeing and stressing if he would be caught and fined for this. officially the worst day of his life fr

if it was that rusty to fall from the wall, you can only assume that these people don’t wash their hands often

have you seen his lab card he’s about to drink chemicals

then again, he’s an energy drink person, so i suppose that unidentified lab chemicals arent the worst thing he’s put in his body

actually legally cannot talk to anyone because he gets overcome with a terrible affliction: he gets a crush on them :(

two days of saying hi to each other and idia is already imagining a fancy proposal

cant take that bitch anywhere

Ortho

barges into idias lectures to deliver him lunch because HE ALWAYS FORGETS IT.

sometimes he just sits and joins the class. can it be considered auditing?? hes certainly not taking notes hes just vibing

do you know who built him?? his big brother knows everything💕💕 so therefore ortho also knows lots of stuff :))

even takes the tests in that class and gets 90s on each one

all of idias classmates have such a hard time trying not to give the ortho pat pats

except cater he gets free reign because he’s always sitting by idia. they bond over music and ortho introduces synthetic tune ideas for their next club practice

unfortunately now ortho also has to remind cater to pls eat lunch. no, you cant live off on instant ramen and coffee-

freshman are escaped lab subjects and ortho is already pretty violent on his own, so ortho being a violent escaped lab subject is Not A Good Mix

don’t worry though he is very tame just don’t insult his friends

why only his friends? oh, you won’t be alive to insult his brother :)

jk, if you insult his brother you will be stuck on the “verifying file integrity” screen on 98% forever

with a gift of “lauren wants to play ;)” popup ads for life

if you really fucked up his beam is already 80% charged and ready for eradication

tinkers a lot with idia, so you will find some pretty snazzy gadgets in his bag that look straight out of a spy movie

laser pens, glitter bombs, and tracking devices!

the more dangerous gadgets are already programmed into his person, so don’t worry, these gadgets are just toys :D

the other first years get their hands on the pen and graffiti drawings of cr*wley as the princess sofia the first are engraved on the side of the school building

cr*wley does not recognize this as the insult it is, he’s “touched that his students think him worthy of princess status”

Malleus

no proof that he is even on school property

sometimes shows up to his classes, sometimes doesn’t, but it’s enough to guarantee a pass into the next grade

you know those kids that just stick by their mothers? yeah he’s either that with lilia or nowhere at all

once had almost tripped down the stairs and instead of facing that shame he decided to hover down

if you see some random dude hovering around don’t mind him he just Does That

has a notebook to jot down ideas for his next self-published book on gargoyles

he has so many ideas and is so passionate. hes just brimming to the lid with lore someone pls talk to him

casually talking to gao gao dragon and making doodles of his friend. takes him out on walks and shows him all the cool statues

was delighted when you got urself a tamagotchi so gaogao dragon can have a friend

grim is less than amused but knows better than to diss malleus

god forbid you ever be put in a group project with him you will not be able to reach him ever. you get his part in about 3 hours before your presentation.

the rare times he gets to join the dorm leader meetings he spaces out a lot. his head is in the clouds bro

when he’s back on his walks he loves to reiterate to lilia what he saw or what happened. sometimes questions about things he hears. whether lilia gives him a proper answer or not is up for debate

“I believe I saw a rainbow today. We don’t have those back at home, I wonder why that is.”

“There’s a story that the leprechaun fairy lurks at the end of these rainbows searching for a game of tag. Anyone who catches him gets one wish granted.”

“Hm, I’ll have to venture to the end of the rainbow next time to meet this ‘leprechaun fairy’. He would be a wonderful birthday present for Silver.”

Lilia

addresses the teachers by their first names and gets away with it

not because the teachers are okay with it, but because lilia speaks like hes sm older than them. sometimes even the profs feel obligated to call lilia “sir”

the diasomnia dorm members see lilia with a new variation of “#1 best dad” mugs, hats, and shirts every week. he says they’re gifts but who is giving them???

lilias got two pairs of the exact same shoes in two different colours so he can mix and match

lilia also bought two different shoes to mix and match. and by mix and match i mean hes got crocs on his left foot and converse on his right

not like anyone can rlly pay too much attention to it. his shoes are the least of ppls concerns bc hes ALWAYS UPSIDE DOWN

attends silver’s and malleus’ parent teacher interviews as their dad and refuses to take any objections from the staff

accidentally created life during the culinary crucible and jade wanted to keep the crawling little slug of mystery for his terrariums

since that day, lilia has Officially been banned from taking the class again

everyone but lilia is aware of this ban

casually doing assignments while under the influence with full confidence

worst part is is that he gets better grades while doing this bc his sober self is even more nonsensical than his drunk or high self

history class is so funny. it’s like they took the history and made it into a childrens play: censored, skirting around words, along with fake propaganda!

casually drops the craziest lore in history. hes "correcting" trein on his lessons and informing him that the queen of Andalasia was not even from their world. her magic portal connects to a world with dimensions and laws more outlandish than that of the Queen of Hearts

lilia does not clarify which world this is nor how he knows. source: just trust him

knows alumni from way back. these alumni in question have no clue who the hell lilia is

NRC reunions consist of lilia greeting people like they’re friends and the alumni pick apart their brains trying to “remember” this alleged classmate of theirs

Silver

has perfected the technique of silent snoring

it doesn’t matter that there are 4 espresso shots in his cup he’s still zonked out by 3rd period

ofc he tried a method of putting in headphones and playing some metal music but the music was so loud thru his pearpods it was disrupting the class </3

deliberately sits next to kalim to see if his energy can rub off on himself and it worked for the first...30 minutes

yeah, kalim has a lot of energy but you know what he also has? a nice voice. snork mimimimi

he puts in extra effort to stay awake before animal linguistics however

doesn’t really need animal linguistics to understand his critter friends, but the more he learns how to communicate with them, the better, right?

when silver forgets his notes, a few moments later, a bird is delivering the sheets to him

they may not always be the right ones, but awww that’s adorable

always keeps nuts, seeds, and fruit in a little tupperware container for his furry friends <3

very passionate about environmental safety and care. if he catches you littering he will remind you why he’s mastered the art of the sword

attracts so many animals he even attracted this cat beastman. he’s purple! they just started talking and really hit it off

silver doesn’t know his name but leaves notes by his window for him. they keep exchanging notes like penpals :D

sometimes the notes even float towards him and boom, the kitty appears!

only person who knows about his penpal is lilia and lilia is acting so cryptic about the cat’s identity???

silver wonders if he can fit in a locker and he definitely let the intrusive thoughts win bc he climbed inside and closed the gate.

sebek locks the lock for silver to get the “full experience” but it’s been 20 minutes and he doesn’t know how to blast open the locker without hurting silver

honestly tho, it kind of feels like those coffins from orientation. don’t mind him. if he can tune out sebeks voice, the dim lighting and enclosed space feels very comforting in a crib kind of way

Sebek

this goes one or two ways: he shouts the answers instead of putting his hand up or he raises his hand before speaking long after graduating

librarians hate him but he does have marvelous taste in books

he would be fantastic at writing essays because he has so much to say and is very opinionated

english teachers love him, his classmates dont!

sometimes lilia tells sebek stories about the past and his only source was “ive been there” but the “a” in “a. liddel” did not stand for ass. his profs scolded him for saying it. lilia explain pls

hes way too gullible. keep him away from jade

never start anything with "did you know", you will find sebek drinking powerade and monster to test the rumour that you could grow wings if you combined them

took a dare to be handcuffed to jack for the day. the first years blew it up on magicam, its a trending nrc challenge now.

but at least jacks good influence is rubbing off on sebek. hes more mindful of jacks sensitive hearing but that won’t stop him from dragging poor jack around the school looking for malleus

his phone is always going off in class. its not that he doesnt know how to silence it, he needs to keep it on in case of emergencies with malleus😡😡😡

the friend that tells you all your crushes are ugly and out of your league.

he’s had a lifetime of having to see silver’s terrible taste in people

and malleus’ no taste in people, as he should

actually, it’s just his adopted brother that has shit taste in people. up your standards, silver, love at first sight doesn’t exist

personally victimizes scarabia student B for distracting you from your studies

if it’s not jack, sebek is the mom friend

speaking of moms, he bonds with deuce over loving their moms <3. they brag about their moms in the most loving way possible

yells at ace for calling them mamas boys and tells him that he will be struck by lightning on 3:02AM on a thursday

at exactly 3:02AM, he texts ace with something that truly looks like the worst kind of detailed, enhanced vocabulary copypasta imaginable

all ace responded with was a no bitches meme and no sebek hasn’t recovered

#im just going off the wiki to see who shares a class with who #AND SOME PPL WERE DONE SO DIRTY LMAOOO POOR IDIA LEONA AND TREY #highschool or college? no clue so i slapped the two together #lets be honest though college kids are just even more unhinged high schoolers now 10x more broke bc they use their adult money on merch #i can confirm one thing tho i was doin assignments while drinking :D #originally it was yuu then i replaced it with you because yuu is supposed to be the mc but the one playing them is us???#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil shoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver vanrouge #whoever had that silver tag last time is a genius. because you are RIGHT.

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Prompt: torchwood's money ran out cuz everyone keeps buying weird shit

“Owen,” Jack began, looking across the conference table at his colleague and adopting his sternest expression. At least he hoped it was stern; it was certainly cross, if nothing else. “Why does this month’s credit card statement say that someone spent…” he looked down at the document, which was highlighted in several different colours, and picked out a line of green-hued text. “Three hundred pounds in Howells?”

“Why are you asking me?” Owen demanded to know, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest defensively, his entire manner screaming ‘guilty’. “Why aren’t you asking Gwen or Tosh or-”

“I don’t shop in Howells,” Ianto pointed out pre-emptively, a smirk playing across his features, along with a vague look of indignation. “All of my suits are tailor-made.”

“That is officially the poshest and therefore most idiotic denial I have ever heard in my life,” Owen said flatly. “Bloody hell.”

“Not hearing any explanations here, Owen,” Jack told him. “Just a lot of denial.”

“Why are you assuming it’s me?!” Owen blustered. “Why aren’t you asking Gwen or Tosh?”

“I don’t think they let people like me into Howells,” Gwen pointed out, eyebrows raised. “I’m not exactly their target market, am I? Far too young and far too… I don’t know, lowbrow. Boring. Poor.”

“And I don’t have any desire to shop in department stores,” Tosh told him with her usual upfront honesty. “Therefore, process of deduction, unless the pterodactyl got hold of the credit card and decided to go shopping, which seems unlikely…”

“Note to self, check the structural integrity of the roof,” Ianto muttered under his breath.

“…then it must’ve been you,” Jack finished for her. “So, I’m going to ask you again. Three hundred quid. Howells. Explain. Now.”

“I had an encounter with a Weevil and it ruined my outfit,” Owen began reluctantly. “I was on foot, and it was a Saturday, and I couldn’t exactly walk around the city centre covered in blood, because it’d cause a panic. So I made up some stupid story about being a student and doing some filming for a media course and went to Howells. They seemed very impressed by the credit card, thank god.”

“Every part of that story was more improbable than the last,” Ianto noted, and Owen shot him a sour look. “Including the part where anyone would think you were a student.”

“At least I don’t dress like a middle-aged man,” Owen retorted. “Anyway, I got myself some new jeans and a new shirt, got changed in an alleyway around the back, chucked the ruin stuff in a bin, and carried on with my day.”

“Why couldn’t you have gone to BHS? Or Topman? Or GAP? Or indeed, anywhere slightly cheaper?” Jack asked, reasoning that it was a fair question, given Cardiff’s abundance of shopping opportunities, and Owen shrugged.

“Howells was nearest, and I figured that they’re probably used to people being kind of weird, because… you know. Rich people. They do weird dodgy shit all the time. So I thought, as long as I flashed the credit card and then bought something, they’d probably ignore any weirdness about me…”

“And that’s a lot,” Gwen chipped in, and he flipped her off.

“…and sell me the clothes, which they did. And then I went back and Retconned them and fixed the security footage the next day. You’re welcome, Ianto.”

Jack let out a long breath, trying to tell himself that Owen’s course of action had been sensible and practical, albeit rather expensive. “Are they good jeans? And is it a good shirt?”

“I dunno, you tell me,” Owen gesticulated to himself, and Jack’s eyebrows rose in horror as he realised what Owen was indicating.

“Those are the jeans?”

“What’s wrong with them?” Owen demanded to know, looked down at the dark denim. “I like them!”

“Christ, they saw you coming a mile off,” Gwen snickered. “Because those were not worth the money. Could’ve got some nice ones from… well, anywhere else. And Jack wouldn’t be nagging you about the credit card statement.”

“Oh, don’t think you’re off the hook,” Jack told her, and she frowned. “Forty-eight pounds in Bella Italia. Fancy explaining?”

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All Roads Lead to Love? - Chapter IV

cw: alcohol mention. melodramatic. Please see masterlist warnings. Masterlist

The highlight of your week is the fact that you get a single lead on your plan to manage little mister Minamoto based on a meta-analysis of management of children with time-bending quirks, and while it’s not exactly the same, it’s enough to give you hope that you won’t have to quell his uniqueness while keeping him safe.

Pleased with yourself, you practically prance out of the door of your apartment, excited to meet your friends for Sunday brunch. You’ve agreed that this would be a boyfriend-free zone, which has relieved you of the concern of Camilla and Akira having to lock eyes again any longer than necessary, although perhaps it’s safer keeping you away from Katsuki than anything. There were a few things you weren’t particularly excited to forgive him for, particularly when it comes to how comfortable he was bullying Izuku in high school and being generally rude, but Runa swears he isn’t all that bad, and you reluctantly believe her. Watching him behave on television also supports the idea of maturity settling in and he was polite at your last reunion so you’re not unwilling to bury the hatchet after all.

Your friends are chatting away, coffee and mimosas set at the table by the time you arrive.

“Hey!” Runa beams as you slip into the seat just beside her. Camilla blows you a kiss, and you recognize a floral blouse from your last excursion already on her, as well as the earrings that look suspiciously like the ones promoted heavily by a jewelry shop Mirio did an ad for recently.

“You started drinks without me,” you pout, but move on quickly, reaching for the menu before you. It’s an upscale place and quieter than you’re used to but are thankful for.

“If you show up on time, there’ll be nothing to complain about!” Runa teases. You give her a sharp look, but she’s too busy deciding on something childish you’ll make fun of her for ordering. Camilla’s first question is how your dates went, and you grimace.

“Great,” you answer.

“Just great?” she repeats. You give her another look - you’re giving a lot of looks right now - and she raises her hands in defeat, then glances at Runa. Runa’s complexion is already deepening in color as she melts and you sigh.

“Just say what you need to say,” you encourage her, and her eyes are practically watery.

“You mean it?” she asks.

“It’s not like if I say ‘don’t gush about Bakugou’ that’s gonna stop you in the next ten minutes so go ahead.” You say defeated.

Camilla and Runa both laugh, and Runa tells you all about her date last night. You think again to the picture she sent and the bleached blonde haired girl with Izuku.

As if she can read your mind, Runa slips in that Izuku’s date and him didn’t hit it off at all, despite you not asking in the slightest.

“I mean not everyone has to fall in love with him,” you reply flippantly, and Camilla raises an eyebrow.

“That’s funny coming from Miss In-Every-Lifetime-But-This-One.”

Your eyes widen and you look to Runa who giggles.

“You told her.” Your voice is venomous, right hand tight around a butter knife.

“You were going to tell her anyway, let’s be real.” Camilla replies. One part of you, deeply embarrassed and hot all over, wants to put her French toast up her nostril, the other, more sane part of you, realizes she’s right. Runa pats your shoulder.

“I mean I understand. It’d be nice to see what that kid sees in other universes for me,” she jokes.

“I hope your destiny is Mineta,” you hiss. She looks shocked and you feel righteously satisfied. Popping a powdered pancake bite in your mouth, you ask, “how is he anyway?”

…

Brunch is shorter than usual, roughly about an hour of chatter about work, other friends, and love lives, but Camilla checks her clock and says she has to leave abruptly once the clock strikes 1 pm. Runa glances at her, and her excuse is made up just as fast.

“I forgot to feed my cat.”

You tilt your head at the both of them, but they’re hurrying up, and you’re kind enough to offer to foot the bill and get your money back from them later eventually. Camilla takes Runa’s hand quickly and ushers her out, and you give both of them a dumbfounded look but you receive a text message that distracts you while you wave them off, waiting for the waiter.

Movie tonight?

Akira follows it up with a kissing dog emoji, and you snort through your nose. He hadn’t really apologized after your mini spat, and hadn’t replied to your good night text. This is presented as a peace offering, which makes you sigh. There’s no real reason to be mad at him however, so you choose to let it go, but you’re not ready to answer his text yet.

The waitress returns with another steaming cup of coffee instead of the check, which surprises you.

“Oh, I actually didn’t order this drink-” you start but she looks confused, and you decide to laugh it off instead, nervous. You figure Camilla probably ordered something and accidentally forgot about it. Now forced to drink it as the waitress clears your other dishes, your mind drifts to your tenuous relationship and then, again your clones.

Don’t let us convince you how to feel.

Don’t let momentum steer you in the wrong direction.

You let out a sigh.

When you look up, just like at the grocery store, just like at the open mic night, just like in your dreams a couple of nights ago, when the person chopping vegetables on your kitchen counter was not Akira, or another old fling, or even some random passerby in the street but Izuku, he is looking right at you again, surprised to meet eyes once again.

—

Your reaction is immediate and exaggerated.

The chair practically knocks over as you rise to your feet far too quickly, and Izuku is by your side too fast, unnaturally so, but you haven’t tipped over, and your coffee cup has rattled but hasn’t spilled.

“Hey, ___, are you okay-”

Your face turns to him and instead of shock, it’s anger. Your lower lip pulled between your teeth, eyebrows furrowed, annoyed, combative.

Izuku blinks. He didn't expect to see you here. All he had been told is that Runa wanted to meet him in person, for something, she didn’t specify what, but Katsuki had thought it wasn’t strange, and he was hoping just maybe that it was to help him out with you, and here you are, but here you’re clearly upset he’s around and…

“Why are you here?” you ask, the edge to your voice sharp as a knife. Your voice hasn’t raised, but it’s harsh; it’s not the you that politely avoids him, or nods disaffectedly to get him to stop talking to you. It’s direct, it’s mean.

He deflates.

“I… I was asked to come meet Runa here.”

You snort.

“Why won’t they fucking-”

You bite your lip again, and your nostrils flare, as you let your clenched fist drop by your side. Izuku doesn’t understand. What is it about him that you dislike so much that this scenario, him meeting you in a coffee shop after years of not speaking more than a few words, is simply unbearable to you?

“I, um… is she here?” Izuku asks. He’s taken a step back, and he’s looking around for his friend’s girlfriend and when you scoff, he turns back to look at you.

“Of course she isn’t here, did you really think-” you scoff again and cross your arms over your chest. Izuku’s eyes scan your closed posture, the fact that you’ve stopped looking at him, now looking away, barely noticing the glares and curious glances that you’re getting from other patrons now. You’re standing bone straight, planted and haven’t moved. He wants to ask you to sit, but it seems like that will only agitate you. You’re thinking about something, something distressing, he can tell, but he doesn’t know what.

“I-I’ll call her,” Izuku proposes. He pulls out his phone, but you’ve already grabbed your bag and are attempting to walk out the door. The waitress runs after you, yelling a “Miss, Miss, you forgot to pay,” which stops you in your tracks. He can see that you’re embarrassed now as you rummage through your purse, and Runa’s not picking up. He walks over, and offers.

“Hey, whatever the tab is, I can take care-”

“No.”

Your voice is forceful and he naturally recoils. Again, that natural aversion to him that comes on so suddenly so naturally. He can’t remember the last time someone disliked him so much, not since he was in middle school and Katsuki wouldn’t let him breathe. He can feel his ears warm and his heart race as you pass a credit card to the waitress, who immediately leaves the scene sensing the tension.

Izuku tries again.

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to undermine you or anything but-”

Your eyes move to him again, and for the first time, you speak truthfully, the vitriol you’ve been holding in, festering for how many years, you can barely count, pouring out all at once.

“You need to get used to people not liking you.”

Izuku looks like he’s been hit, but the dam has broken, and you can’t hold it in anymore.

“I’ve been perfectly polite and cordial to you. I don’t know why you keep showing up. Stop being nice to me and leave me alone. I have a boyfriend and I’m not interested in making new friends. Please leave me be, no matter what my friends think.” Your words are whispered in semi-hushed tones and harsh, and the message harsher.

Izuku swallows hard, made pale, his heart pounding in his chest. Rejection hurts, but something about this feels different, as though he has been told no before knowing how to form the question correctly. He hasn’t asked you for anything all these years, not much more than acknowledgement, and it’s true - you have given him that, you’ve been nothing but kind and cordial, just disinterested. The measure of a man is his ability to accept a no graciously. Izuku can do that. He can accept this shouted plea to disappear from your sight even if he doesn’t truly understand it.

He has never understood you. He’s always wanted to, but perhaps the truth is that he can’t.

Izuku pulls at the collar of his shirt. He’s looking around, and you’ve had the kindness to not yell but eyes are on him again.

Izuku Midoriya, number one Pro Hero and Japan’s symbol of hope, being told to fuck off forever. He takes in a deep breath, fighting the urge to cry, unsure of why he’s so emotional these days, and why when he looks at your eyes specifically, he feels as though he’s being appraised for everything he’s worth.

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

This breaks your heart. As Izuku turns to leave, you are already regretting your outburst, a lump now in your throat. You can remember every one of your love stories, seeing it written in the fabric hanging off his back for a moment and your head begins to spin.

You’re not following the script. There is no script. You have a boyfriend. You are happy. You don’t need him. You don’t even want him.

Your clones are happy, but you are happy. The waitress returns and asks you to sign the check. Izuku sits at your table, and calls Runa again, and you depart.

—

Runa still doesn’t pick up.

Izuku’s so wired he’s practically sweating, and he can’t remember the last time he’s been set ablaze with embarrassment and even his last battle didn’t have his heart racing like this.

She said no. She doesn’t want anything to do with you. People are allowed to dislike you, he repeats to himself over and over again, but it’s one thing to receive hate from anonymous commenters on online forums, or have an angry citizen spit in your face - it’s another entirely to have your longstanding high school crush reduce you to nothing in a room full of people.

People are staring at him, and it’s not unusual, but he has to leave. If someone were to ask him for an autograph right now, he just might implode into himself.

Taking a deep breath in, he licks his wounds figuratively as he’s well-practiced over years. There will be other women, even if it won’t be you. After all, perhaps this is a rebound and splitting with Ochaco hurts him more than he thinks he does. How unfair of him to redirect unresolved feelings onto you, who are no longer much more than a stranger to him?

Izuku leaves the restaurant and can still see you, arms crossed as you wait for something, a taxi perhaps, and watches you for a moment. Your hands rub the side of your arms for comfort and while again, you’re mostly perfectly still, he can practically sense the unease wafting from your body.

He’s the pushiest person he knows, but he knows better than to scare you. He should leave, and yet he remains transfixed in place, his heart pounding as he decides how to salvage the situation.

It cannot be as simple as you having hated him all these years. He must have done something. He remembers a cheerful you, eager to hear whatever he had to say, excited to study his Quirk, playfully messing up his unruly hair, until suddenly you weren’t. After the meta war, you’d squeezed his hand and whispered a word of thanks when his body still hurt so much, days into recovery at the hospital, that he could barely feel or hear you, and then something changed.

You sigh and murmur something under your breath, and he tunes in, concentrating all his might to hear even the faintest of clues in your voice.

“I’m going crazy. He didn’t deserve that.”

He didn’t deserve it, but Izuku is willing to bear it. For you.

—

“___.”

Your heart skips a beat and half as you jump, then turn towards him. Stomach sinking deep, you remind yourself that you should have gotten further away, rather than hover right outside of the place you behaved poorly, but your mind was too full of thoughts that once the fresh air hit your face, you’d slowed down and let yourself recover.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth before he can say anything else, and then you look away, embarrassment overtaking your ability to look him in the eye.

Izuku has his hands raised in peace as he approaches, and it’s practically ridiculous. There’s nothing you can do to hurt him, not in a million years, and you want to ask him to put his hands down, yet he has the right to protect himself the way he sees fit, you’ve only been hostile to him so far after all.

“I feel like I’m overstepping here,” he starts, and you slowly shake your head, biting your lip, “but whatever… this is, it feels like more than indifference.”

Your eyes shift back to him, and he’s looking straight at you, and you finally register what he looks like in his entirety today. He’s dressed nicely but casually in a striped button-down and corduroy pants, as though he were joining you on brunch too, a welcome change from seeing him in his Hero suit or in a business suit for interviews. You can see a tiny bit of hair wax poorly distributed in a front lock you want so badly to fix and the deep concern for you drawn on his handsome features.

One of your greatest vices and virtues in life is your attention to detail.

You want to lie and say it’s nothing more than just a bad day, but your throat is suddenly dry. The sound of the cars passing and people bustling through the street going on with their lives continues to fill your ears, but seems to slow as you think.

There are five worlds where you’re far from indifferent to him. Where he is your everything.

“How did I wrong you? I’ll apologize and make it right.”

And what would that lead to? You think of the ring on Red’s finger, the poorly-hidden baby bump Salty sported. You think of the affection with which your clones spoke of him, and then you think of Akira.

You promised Akira he had nothing to worry about.

“You’ve done nothing, I just… My boyfriend gets uncomfortable when I talk to… Heroes.”

Izuku blinks for a moment, and you can see him exhale with his whole body, keeping his emotions in check.

“... okay.”

He won’t argue with you about it, no matter how much it aggravates him.

The lame excuse has an awful aftertaste, bitter on your tongue. The very implication that you’d stop talking to him because of a man is embarrassing enough, the fact that he won’t even bother arguing about it is somehow worse.

There is another pause where the two of you stand, and you make a terrible decision.

“There’s a good reason,” you add, finally. Izuku gives you a look and again your cheeks warm but you decide to push through. In a world of Quirks that literally bend the laws of physics, it’s not unreasonable for you to explain a disaster like this in the most clinical way possible.

“You have to keep an open mind.”

Izuku nods and for a moment, his soft demeanor disarms you. Your heart has stopped racing, and you look for the nearest coffee shop.

“Let’s sit down somewhere and I’ll explain. I have a lot to tell you.”

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