#Belle/Yuu

[favems]

Former harem protag Yuu (Who I will refer to as Belle) getting transported to Twisted Wonderland and her feeling pure terror after realizing this is an all boys school because the boys in her harem fought eachother for her attention, gets extremely jealous, and constantly treated her like a goddess and also intimidated anyone who tried to interact with her away.

And then Belle realizes that these boys in NRC are in desperate need in therapy and have absolutely NO time and or barely any interest in a relationship. Which leads to her developing actual friendships with people and having some alone time after so long because her previous harem literally just, occupied all her time and it takes almost all her attention to make them stop fighting before they seriously hurt eachother.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#707 Church boy

Idia: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Yuu?

Yuu: Azul, easily.

Idia, laughing: What the fuck, Yuu

Yuu: Well, Rollo would be too easy. He’d probably be into it.

Rollo, now standing in the doorway: What the bloody hell, yuu!?

Yuu & Rollo's song as they dance:

[cheesus-doodles]

Letters

Yandere Rollo

Masterlist | TWST Masterlist

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i like my repressed christian boys a lot if yall can't tell ;-;, couldn't pass up on this....tr will be back on schedule next!

Rollo Flamme never imagined himself as simply ordinary. He had always been destined to be extraordinary, committed and focused, willing to put in the work to achieve perfection. Yes, there was no doubt that there were ways to go to meet his goals, seeing as his fire lily plan went up in flames on first contact with that wretched Malleus Draconia and his Night Raven buddies despite his months of meticulous planning and careful scheming.

Yet here he was, walking at a speed Rollo hoped didn’t divulge how fast his heart was pounding away, your letter carefully tucked away deep within his robes, pressed right up against his chest. Green eyes concentrated on nothing but his next step, his poker-face and overall reputation as the Student Council President a god-sent for keeping unwanted attention away as he cut a path through the school towards his room, hands clasped in front of him as they always were. 

Outside the gates of Noble Bell College, Fleur City was as lively as ever, the hustle and bustle of a city coming back to life under the gentle evening sun echoed throughout the conversely silent campus as people enjoyed busking in the remaining sunlight after a long day of work. It was an exceptionally cool day too, the white-haired boy noted to himself, the breeze sweeping down the hallways and bursting forth into the open air strong enough to lift the ends of his robes.

A respectful mumble of “Rollo-kaicho” rose from the scatter of students milling around as he walked past, though nothing that a returned nod of acknowledgement couldn’t settle.

The peacefulness that blanketed the stately campus as the sun sank further and further down the horizon reminded him much of the night of the Young Mage’s Social ball, and more so, you. Rollo could recall that particular evening with perfect clarity, the sights and sounds replaying again in his head as the purple-clad mage made his way indoors, the old wooden door swinging shut behind him with nay a creak, shutting out both the wind and the sounds of the city.

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His own footsteps were the only sound ringing across otherwise empty corridors as the boy turned the situation he had found himself unexpectedly stuck in over and over again in his mind. It had never been his intention to fall over his own set trap, yet how was it he did so anyway despite all his wariness and discipline?

This had all begun as a plot for revenge right after he had been bested, by villains no less. It would be hard for Rollo to even admit that he had come to terms with the beating he received several months ago, let alone the night after it happened, and his next plot had already begun to hatch the moment you swept into view dressed in your masquerade costume, accompanied by none other than Malleus himself. From everything he witnessed, it was clear that the Draconia housewarden cared greatly for you, and dare he guess, maybe even had some unexpressed feelings for you. 

Not that he hadn’t noticed you before that night, but it was certainly the first time that he had come to realize just how central a place you held among the Night Raven College students, and how crucial a card you would be in his next plan to wipe that smug smirk off of that wretched fae prince’s face.

The night of the Young Mages’ Social ball had been surprisingly ordinary, given what had just happened. He had been exhausted and dead on his feet, even if he showed no sign of it outwardly; the orderliness of the hall that he painstakingly cleaned after the last fire lotus had withered was a welcomed sight. Alas there was no time for sleep, not that it would matter given his already heavy eyebags. But despite his state, you had instantly caught his eye at the start of the ball, quietly huddled towards the back of the Night Raven group, trying your best to look anywhere but at him or at the rest of the crowd as you and your friends were singled out as the saviors of Fleur City. And it was obvious that you were feeling even more out-of-place as the dance began in earnest, though whether it was from the crowds or just general awkwardness, Rollo could not say.

Taking his leave from the merrymaking, the white-haired Council President could find no surprise within him when he found you sitting alone later outside of the hall, enjoying the peace and quiet that had fallen over the city with the arrival of night, looking up at the blanket of stars, a glass of what looked like juice in your hand.

“May I join you?”

You had jumped at his words, though you did settle quickly upon realizing it was just him for reasons unbeknownst to Rollo. “By all means,” you replied, waving him down to join you. After all, he did just try to essentially kill your friends and all mages in general. Perhaps you knew something he didn’t, the purple-clad student mused to himself, subtly watching you from the corner of his pale green eyes. Or perhaps you were just presumptuous, given you hadn’t been affected as badly as the rest.

The dark sky was clear of clouds, the dark of space dotted with twinkles as far as the eye could see, the moon hanging alone amidst the barren sky; an alluring sight for weary souls - and judging from how discreetly you had excused yourself from the social, you definitely were tired. 

A pause as Rollo took a seat a respectful distance from you. “Too much?”

You nodded. “Too much.”

Whatever it was, you seemingly held no ill will towards Rollo, simply accepting his quiet company. And so the two of you sat in comfortable silence as the young mages danced and laughed the night away just a stone’s throw away. The minutes melted into hours as the world continued to turn, though the calmness of the reality around him was a far cry from the turmoil of thoughts within his head. 

When the night started to grow old and the cacophony of noises began to die down, it was as if an unheard bell had gone off, and you reluctantly stood, empty glass now in hand - your friends were bound to come looking for you should they notice you were missing. And with you leaving soon and that night being the last one you were spending at Noble Bell College, it was finally time to launch the first phase of his plan.

”I would like to write to you,” Rollo started, immediately cringing internally as the words left his lips, but there was no going back now. “If it is alright with you.”

He held his breath as you considered his request, your head cocking to the side as you contemplated. “Sure, why not?” You shrugged, shooting him a light smile, your hair gleaming in the waning moonlight. “Goodnight, Rollo.”

Exhale. And that was that.

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But now here he was, Rollo mused, eagerly anticipating the opportunity to read your letter alone. Has his plan gone astray? He shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts of you, just till he could be alone. For all his routine and self-discipline, you were the one temptation he couldn’t seem to get squash down.

Coming to a pause at the fork in the hallway, the Noble Bell Council President paused. The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted tonight in the midst of his much-needed analysis of your letter, so against the burning desires of his heart and the weight of your letter heavy in his robes, he forced himself to take a detour, his feet carrying him down sparse corridors towards the councilrooms. It was easy to spot his Vice President still hard at work amidst the otherwise empty room, scouring through a stack of papers at his desk, head down and pen scribbling away.

A quiet clearing of his throat was enough to get the attention of the occupant inside. “Rollo-kaicho!” Said student rocketed up from his seat, hurriedly adjusting his slipping striped cap. “What brings you here at this time of day?”

“I wanted to check in before I retired for the day,” replied the white-haired boy, giving a courteous glance to the rest of the unoccupied desks before returning his gaze to the other. “Is there anything I should know about?”

The Noble Bell Vice President stuttered for a moment, lost for words and wrecking his tired brain in an attempt to find what to say. “I-uh-“

Pulling out his celestial-patterned handkerchief, his movement just barely managed to cover the disgusted look that fell over his expression, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing as the stench of magic overwhelmed his senses, though Rollo still managed to keep his tone neutral. Even if he was the one to initiate contact, that hardly made a difference with his nausea. “It’s fine,” the magic-adverse mage managed to grit out without a hint of distaste, his tone as neutral as it always has been. “Please have the points ready for me tomorrow morning.”

“Of course, Rollo-kaicho. I apologize again.”

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Finally being able to lock his room door behind him brought a relief much like cold water over hot iron, ending the depraved pulsing in his mind that the mere presence of the envelope in his robes against his chest brought on with every passing second. Tossing the heinous paper carelessly onto his well-worn table top, Rollo instead hurriedly picked it back up again, pale green eyes scanning for any further damage he had caused, though fortunately there was none to be found.

Letting out a sigh of relief, the white-haired boy settled into his chair. Now, to satisfy both his curiosity and anticipation.

Trembling fingers carefully peeled open the envelope, revealing a slightly yellowed, unevenly folded paper much to Rollo’s chagrin - he would have much preferred if you used a perfect white piece of paper, quality stationery instead of this random piece you must have had left over from your homework, and if you had folded it the same way he did all this time. But he supposed he couldn’t expect that high a standard from you, given the riff-raff of mages you found yourself in the company of. As he gently freed your letter from its paper enclosure, his sensitive nose caught a whiff of a familiar scent, the smell probably having lingered on from when you first mailed it out.

The light fragrance of your favorite shampoo, Rollo deduced, bringing the paper up to his nose. He recognized it, no matter how faint it was. You must have just finished showering when you wrote and sealed the letter if the aroma still endured. A breath of fresh air amidst the rank odor of magic and mages.

And then he began to read.

Dear Rollo, the letter began as it always did, those two words enough to have his heart skip a beat like nothing else could. But this time, the next few that followed were even better. Your letter came late, and it was sorely missed.

Line by line, you spelled out your daily ongoings, your interactions with your fellow schoolmates, your inner thoughts. Rambling about anything and everything that came to mind, thoughts spilling out without filter straight onto paper. About how Grimm (that filthy magic cat) nearly failed his test again and about how Deuce and Ace got into their latest spat of trouble with their housewarden Riddle. About how Jack and Epel were like to work with on your history project, and how you felt about one of your lunches being stolen by Leona.

Just like that, the minutes slipped through his finger, and with a pang in his heart, Rollo came to the end of your letter.

He placed the paper down on the paper, taking a breath.

How was it that he could feel so attached to another person through a simple piece of paper? How did you ensnare him so effortlessly, bypassing his hard-fought discipline as if it didn’t exist? Did all this mean that his revenge plot against Malleus had already gone awry?

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The night was cool and quiet, the moonlight that shone through his stained glass windows bringing the Noble Bell Council President back to that fateful night. A light gust of wind seeped in through a small crack, creaking the old wooden panels in the floor as it blew through his room. 

Your writing had improved, Rollo noted, as per his guidance in his previous letter. You were using a ruler to ensure straight lines, and your handwriting had neaten greatly; a far cry from your first reply to him, the memory of those scrawling letters that ran up and done and every-which way except straight across the paper still causing shivers to run down his spine. That was bad.

Carefully and painstakingly refolding the paper, Rollo stood, returning it to its envelope before moving to stow the letter within his secret compartment above the fireplace, with previous letters neatly arranged upright according to date received. His fingers lightly brushed past all your correspondence with him, his chest fluttering at your willingness to speak with him, his mind already churning with how and what he should reply to you. Would you be interested in perhaps coming back to Noble Bell? Maybe he should visit Night Raven College? Even if that blasted Draconia was there, it would be worth it just to have some private, personal time with you, the white-haired mage calculated, his hand tapping an unknown rhythm across his desk that he now leaned against.

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There was no point in denying his obsession with you, not at this point - it had been awhile since you started to occupy his every waking moment and thoughts, and being as organized and detailed as Rollo was, he could pinpoint the exact moment when he began to spiral. Sure, his first letter had been full of nothings, meaningless pleasantries and stories that he polished to perfection over the course of a night of restlessness. But what he got back was your heart on your sleeve, your mind like an open book for him to pick apart and examine.

As things turned out, the more he picked, the more he found. Questions he sent always came back answered, with you evidently letting slip more than you intended to originally say, sometimes directly and sometimes when he read between the lines. 

A single line in your third reply to him was all it took to begin his unending slide. 

You were from a different world.

The more he sat on it, turning it around and round in his mind, the more his chest grew warm, and you began his center of focus. Even the mere passing pondering of what you were doing now was enough to grip Rollo’s entire being, to have his heart rate increase and his thoughts to jumble. After all, in this foul, tainted world, there could be no purer person than someone who came from a place where no magic exists.

You were perfection embodied. 

In a twist of fate, you turned out to be pure, a shining beacon amidst the foul-smelling heathens. A gift from the heavens, a blessings from the divine meant for none other than him, that no one could properly appreciate except for him. Sure you weren’t the most orderly, and you did have your moments where you were occasionally wowed by magic, especially the inhuman feats from that wretched Malleus Draconia, but you remained untainted despite your constant proximity to the taint of magic that surrounded and cloaked you as if a heavy fog. Never indicated anything more than a passing interest in the magic that your companions wielded and an admiration that Rollo was sure he could rid you off. All you needed was time away from those mages, spent instead in his company.

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Stepping away from his desk and moving now towards his personal bathroom, Rollo came to the answer he had been looking for as the boy moved to undress himself for a nighttime shower. It had been in front of him all this time.

The answer was no. 

No, he hadn’t forsaken his plan to wield you against Malleus; sure the exact details had changed as the months went by, but everything he did was as he had schemed. Just that now, you didn’t have to be a means to an end, you didn’t need to be just another casualty wrecked up amidst his crusade against the villains. Stealing you away from the fae prince would be one of the largest blows he could deal with to that condescending prick, the beginning of his downfall - the excitement tingling at Rollo’s arms as he imagined the crestfallen expression that would twist Draconia’s face, the streak-free bathroom mirror reflecting the pale green eyes that lighted up in callous pleasure.

It would be glorious.

But for now, Rollo determined, schooling his face back into its usual neutral look as he turned to step into the shower room, what he needed to concentrate on was his next letter to you.

[ryllen]

still on with the vegetable debate 🥗🥬🥒🥦🚜🧑‍🌾

[robo-milky]

I unfortunately had to decorate his specifically to cover up a blunder 😔

I finally found the missing link… the one who can bring out Cloche’ tsundere 💀 (Am I admitting defeat? Yes… Waving the white flag as we speak- dammit r*llo). (Rook -> Yandere, Epel -> Kuudere)

[Charm Pic]

Revel in my decor skills! Making masterpieces against my will all for what /j

Bless the IOS function to turn things into PNGs ^^

[dicenete]

I love the Bell of Solace event, so I wanted to design Risti's outfit for the party, inspired by Grim's :3 Because I want them to match :3 But yeeee, I pulled SSR Malleus so I'm satisfied. Idia didn't come home but at least Malleus was a gentleman. Risti would want to dance with Malleus. (And to be hones, they would dance with everyone there if they have the chance. >:) Even Rollo.)

[cheekinpermission]

Nothing brings people together like a common enemy

(Happy Halloween to those who celebrate! Happy random Tuesday for those who don't!)

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Yuu: Don't worry, Rollo. I mean, none of the NRC boys got punished, so...

Rollo:... What?

Yuu: Oh, yeah, Riddle over there? Was a tyrant, got pissed when someone went against him, overbloted and tried to kill everyone.

Riddle: Wait–

Yuu: Ruggie helped his Housewarden with a plan that could've potentially harmed a lot of people, only for said Housewarden to get pissed when the plan failed, overblot and try to kill everyone, starting with Ruggie himself.

Ruggie: At least he paid indemnity...

Yuu: Our boy Azul? Tried to enslave people for free labor, got pissed when his plans for destroyed, overbloted, stole everyone's magic and tried to kill everyone.

Azul: Prefect, please refrain–

Yuu: Jamil did a whole show: he brainwashed his Housewarden into being an asshole to get people to kick him out, once that failed, he overbloted and brainwashed his entire dorm to serve him and then tried to kill us when we tried stopping him.

Jamil: Hey, there's no need to bring that up–!

Yuu: Vil, Rook and Epel's Housewarden, got very envious of this person who was considered prettier. After he failed at killing his rival with poison, he overbloted and tried to kill everyone with poison.

Rook: Truly an grandiose spectacle!

Yuu: Idia was the worst, I think, he and his brother overbloted, then tried to free monsters to destroy the world so they could build a new one where they'd fit in.

Idia: Hrk!

Yuu: So don't worry about it, you'll be fine!

Rollo:...

[tartppola]

compiled all the oc ask game from here and instaa yipeee. ‘tis tiring but funnn

[r-aindr0p]

More french shitpost scribbles

[svaints]

⚜️ 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑓 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑅𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠, ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑅𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑, 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒.

(𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑜, 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑒ℎ, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒....)

𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊 | 𝖘𝖋𝖜

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

"They're perfect Ro...did you hurt yourself with the thorns though?" You looked at his hands, holding one to inspect them, pale and soft with no cuts at all. "Don't worry, I used gloves." He smiled at your concern for him. This very much was his favorite trait of your personality, having someone to ask him about his wellbeing meant just as much as being told you loved him.

Did you ever think he'd be this endearing? The way the bow wrapped around the bouquet, the white layered paper wasn't the only thing nicely done with much of his patience but the forget-me-nots with white roses were a symbol of his undying loyalty, love, and care for you.

The thorns from the white roses were cut off so you wouldn't hurt yourself holding the bouquet. They smelled fresh and lovely, you couldnt think of anywhere else this could've came from other than his garden he proudly took care of that reflected the dedication and effort he put into.

"Im going to frame these once I get the time to today, that way I'll have them forever." You smiled already having an idea to preserve them

He smiled back, moving behind to hold you. "I'm glad you loved them love." His face buried into your neck, the warmth of his breath touching the bit of skin you exposed.

Your hands reached back to mess with his hair slowly letting it trace down his cheek, holding it still as he breathed out deeply.

After a sweet moment, he helped gather items to preserve the flowers. It was honestly exciting to him having his flowers being framed into a beautiful piece of work.

One by one, they were cut just a little bit to make it look like a garden of white roses and forget-me-nots.

Once it was done and framed with the help of Rollo, he suddenly hugged you tightly.

The sudden embrace didn't surprise you as it was a silent comfort for him in any emotional situation. You held him rubbing his back a little.

"I love you so much, I don't want you to doubt my love and devotion...I always worry I'm not expressing it enough." He confessed holding your wrist, kissing down your arm to your shoulders and lips.

You held his hand, returning the kiss as your heart beat slowed down enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours. Soft and gentle, who'd ever kiss your lips and soul at the same time like him.

Soon both of you pulled away dazed and looking at one another before speaking up, "I don't ever doubt you for a second Rollo. I have no reason to."

Rollo looked at the framed piece of art made by his girlfriend with flowers still worrying from the inside that his words and actions weren't enough before his cheeks were held to hold his gaze towards you

"Rollo, I know..." you said trying to assure him as he held on tighter. He breathed out deeply, holding your wrists before speaking...

"I could hardly call my heart my own...its so full of you."

[lowcallyfruity]

Hey guys another cursed thing ☝️☝️☝️

THIS TIME ITS MALLEROLLO 😁😁😁😁😁😁

Audio from Class of 09 😍

[luxthestrange]

TWST!Memes #89

Yuu telling whoever is on the other side all that happening to them...Rollo...was...never the same...

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Screenshot is from these translations.

Malleus, step up.

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Literally step up, Malleus. This is embarrassing. How is Rollo of all people the first one to offer beating everyone’s ass at NRC? He even offered to be that one friend who’s like a therapist who listens to your every word.

I mean if Rollo is treating me this way-

[ryllen]

the way the current running masterchef event talks to me

[robo-milky]

[NBC! Cloche]

An amiable girl hesitant to say what’s on her mind, mistaken for shyness by others. She’s comfortable acting as soundscape, reacting to others and prompting them with questions. Her expressions are a bit exaggerated and can switch tones in a heartbeat, which comes off as disingenuous to some. Prefers to subtly hint at her wants (sometimes passive aggressive).

NBC! Cloche is a snapshot of Cloche’ optimism and drive before losing it all. She had always lacked empathy from the start, treating altruism as nothing more but a social obligation. NBC! Cloche overcompensates for her apathy towards others through helpfulness, even if it means self-sabotage.

[RSA! Cloche]

A stubborn girl who will only cooperate on her terms. Not very expressive unless she has strong personal opinions on a topic. Quick to make sarcastic remarks and crude jokes to steer conversations away from sore spots, sometimes coming out as a bit self deprecating. Will not hesitate to be blunt as long as she’s stating the facts.

RSA! Cloche is the perfect balance of identities after Cloche finds her sense of self. After coming to terms that feigning emotions and acting like they don’t exist are both exhausting, she decides to act a little more true to herself. Despite the improvements, nihilism still runs strong in her blood and she has difficulty imagining a future.

[Stepping In]

NBC! Cloche had always dreamed of going to a cleaner, nicer school. Now that she’s actually thrusted into one, she’s having second thoughts. She’ll play nice and try to get into Rollo’s good graces, but finds herself drifting to the “troublemakers” of the school over time. The student council’s unofficial “barista”.

RSA could have been the perfect isekai and escape if it wasn’t for one thing, that damned hoodie. Does it really belong to Cloche? Nobody knows. Aside from a couple gasps and eyebrow raises, the student body is more concerned with getting Cloche back home and adjusting her to this new world with magic. She’ll complain about RSA’s stuffiness, but she’s never met a community so welcoming and kind before. An honorary dwarf hanging around Neige. (After some Magicam stories and appearances, conspiracists speculate she’s a hidden sibling of Neige)

[Notes]

• I did always imagine them to have their own curses, like NRC! Cloche, but not sure if I wanted them to make it to the final cut. NBC! Cloche would be cursed with obligatory honesty, and RSA! Cloche would be cursed to always do what she perceives as the right thing.

• Since NRC is the only school to specifically be a boy’s school (iirc?), Cloche has her women’s rights again.

• During the events of Glorious Masquerade, all Cloches side with NRC in the end. NBC! Cloche is like that one NPC who gives helpful information/lore, and RSA! Cloche ends up with NRC, since Neige and Chenya wouldn’t want a defenceless junior hanging around as they sacrifice themselves.

• RSA! Cloche would 10/10 dye her underlayer an array of colours, but I left it white as a blank canvas. (May also be a hint to tie to Neige). NBC! Cloche still has virgin hair.

• I’ve had this idea marinating since forever and I’m happy to finally do something with it!

• I do have a mini AU/idea where all them coexist at the same time, and there’s a big dilemma in which Cloche to keep/send home. All schools advocate for their Cloche to be the “main” Cloche allowed to exist.

• I’ve always wanted to dive into Cloche as a person and her growth over time— not just her brooding over the cat maid shebang 😭

• To be completely honest- RSA! Cloche started as an old throwaway joke of “what if isekai’d with ahegao hoodie” and I guess I’m sticking with it. She’s not a coomer I swear- For a more fleshed out explanation, Cloche ran away from home wearing the hoodie instead of any else, cause it’s the only jacket she bought with her own money and wants to make a statement of leaving everything she doesn’t own behind. Mystery solved 😔