#Birthday Crumbs (Floyd)

[sometimesanalice]

for the prompt party, how about: “i can’t help it,  i feel so sleepy and cozy now.” with our fave blue eyed WSO?

💖 @callsignspark

A reason to write a sleepy, cozy, domestic Bob?!?! Don’t mind if I do, Elle! 🫶🏻 (ps I still owe you a birthday fic, but please accept this humble offering in the meantime!)

There were a lot of things you liked about Bob Floyd.

You liked that he’d made a point to read your favorite book when you’d first started dating, because he wanted understand the things that made you you. 

You liked that he was the type of man to remember an offhand remark, it was as if he wanted to collect every crumb of you and nothing was too small to escape his notice. Like the time you mentioned being excited for summer fruit season, and he’d brought you a box of peaches from the farmers market the moment they’d arrived.

And you really liked the way he whispered the sweetest things as he fucked you into the mattress, the intoxicating sound of his baritone murmuring in your ear as he rendered you thoroughly boneless. His honeyed tongue was just as good at making you swoon as it did at making you come. 

But one of the most unexpected things you’d learned about him since he’d become your boyfriend, was that he could not seem to make it past the first 40 minutes of a movie without falling asleep. 

The two of you had sailed through that tentatively affectionate part of starting a new relationship, where every inch moved the two of you moved closer to each other felt like a new milestone. 

From sitting a respectful distance, pinkies just barely touching, in the getting to know you stage. To sitting snuggled close with his arm over your shoulder, enjoying getting to be curled up against him because you could and he was yours. To straddling his lap, those big hands roaming everywhere, and missing whatever was on TV completely because close enough wasn’t close enough. 

You’d been a big fan of each phase, but your favorite was easily when he was sprawled out on top of you like your own personal weighted blanket.

The first time he’d done it was after you’d made him your family’s favorite chicken soup recipe. The weather had just started to change, which in San Diego didn’t mean much, but you’d decided that since it was technically Fall it had been time to woo him with something warm.

He’d just finished doing the dishes, at his insistence, since you’d been the one to cook. You were lounging across the couch trying to find a movie to watch when he’d come over- with a groan and stretch that had revealed just a peek of skin- and flopped himself right on top of you, still ever careful in that way of his. All of his warmth, all of his sturdy weight pressing you into the cushions of your couch.

No one had ever made you feel as safe and secure as he did.

You were only a few minutes into the comedy you’d put on when you felt him stir, trying to sit up. “‘m sorry, honey, I’m probably squishing you.”

“I can take it,” you’d teased, with a wink before wrapping your arms and legs around him, keeping him in place.

He didn’t protest further, only inched himself over a little bit so that the couch was doing most of the work, while you combed your fingers through his hair.

The movie hadn’t even reached the half way point when you heard the first of his soft snores. You’d smiled to yourself and let the movie finish playing, not wanting to disturb him by reaching for the remote.

What you didn’t expect was for it to become a thing. 

You thought it was a fluke the first time it had happened.

The second time it happened, you thought he might have been messing with you. 

By the third, you were entirely amused.

When the two of you were curled up together on the couch, Bob was always slipping a hand under your shirt, his fingers idly tracing patterns onto your skin until slowly but surely they stopped moving at all. Usually right around the time you hear those first deep, slow breaths and quiet sighs of sleep.

But tonight, you’d decide to put your theory to the test. With your handsome blue eyed boy draped across you, you cued up a movie, stealthily starting the timer on your phone at the same time you’d clicked play. 

And sure enough, around 33 minutes in those long fingers of his stopped their circling. And just past the 40 minute mark you’d heard that gentle snore. 

You bite your lip, trying not to giggle. "Bob."

There's a long beat. “Hm.”

"Are you awake?” you ask, rubbing his back.

“Just resting my eyes.” It’s a sleepy mumble.

“Oh, really,” you muse. “Well then, can you tell me what just happened? It was pretty big plot twist.”

He lifts his head up, propping himself up on an arm to look at you.

“If you get me a couple minutes to google it I can,” he says with a sheepish smile.

You tip your head back and laugh, entirely and thoroughly charmed by him. “Is that what you’ve been doing after every movie night? Because I’ve been keeping track, and you sir, have yet to make it all the way through any of movies we’ve watched in the last few weeks.”

“Busted, huh?”

“Very. I had a theory and everything, backed with some serious scientific evidence,” you tease, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

Bob huffs a laugh, his ears a sweet shade of pink. “I can’t help it,” he says, doubling down and nuzzling his face into your neck, “I feel so sleepy and cozy now. You’re so soft and you smell really nice.”

Fond. You’re just so fond of him.

“Let’s make a deal,” you suggest, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. “As the official resident de facto cinephile in the relationship, I’ll handle all the movie related questions the next time we go to trivia night with your friends, sounds good?”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” You feel his smile pressed against your neck.

“Ok, you can go back to ‘resting your eyes’. I’ll send you the wiki article for you to read later.”

He chuckles softly. “I love you, honey. You’re the best.”

You were already warm with him on you, but now it radiates all the way down to your toes. “I love you too.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Im an ace simp unashamedly and i need to share this little detail of heartslabyul's birthday boy card that someone probably mentioned alr somewhere. In all the boys' groovy illustrations theres always someone else with them. Riddle has cater and trey, Trey has cater. Cater has ace and Deuce has someone in the corner (i cant tell who)

EXCEPT ACE???? BRO'S JUST STARING INTO THE CAMERA WITH THAT SILLY LITTLE BLUSH LIKE BRO YOU LOOKING AT ME???? WHAT ARE YOU TRYNNA TELL ME TWST????

cbjsvsjsjcks Where did all the Ace simps suddenly spawn from… I feel like I’ve been meeting a lot of them lately (not necessarily through this blog, but also in other discussion circles) 😂

Yes, the Birthday Boy series tends to generally showcase at least one other character in the Groovies. For Heartslabyul: Cater and Trey appear in Riddle’s, Trey appears in Cater’s, and I believe it’s Ace in Deuce’s.

That isn’t Trey because Trey wears gloves in his dorm uniform, and nor can it be Riddle because his dorm uniform looks entirely different than the standard one. That leaves us with Cater and Ace. By process of elimination and using context clues, it’s most likely Ace. Cater already appeared in two other Birthday Boy Groovies. Additionally, Deuce has a voice line where he says Ace gifted him a jack-in-the-box—and while the Groovy doesn’t depict that item, Deuce is reacting similarly shocked upon opening it. Ace has also explained (I think in a Halloween event or vignette??) that it is possible to pull off a simple trick of flashing lights and sounds using magic. He tends to use his skills for childish things like little pranks and sleights, and has the personality to be inclined towards those things too. All the circumstantial evidence points to Ace.

Anyway, I feel like Ace is one of those characters you commonly see getting shipped with Yuu because of how he is presented in official content (and especially the main story). Him and Malleus seem to be the Big Two on that regard. That’s what my observation has always been, at least.

It’s rare that TWST will put out these “looking directly at you” illustrations, and even when they do, it’s not always aimed at Yuu if you look at the context the vignettes provide. For example, the Jade Outdoor Wear Groovy has him looking back and offering a hand… but it’s not for Yuu, it’s for Cater; Floyd’s Beans Camo Groovy had him looking soft and cute… and that gaze is aimed at Epel while Floyd talks about how he wants to take on strong opponents. Ace’s Birthday Boy Groovy exists in defiance of that pattern!

I think it’s funny that his dynamic with Yuu can so easily feed into that trope of the BFF that’s crushing hard but is too afraid to fully commit, so he always frames advances/flirting/playful teasing as “just jokes” to test the waters. It almost feels like Ace was tailor-made for this 😂 It sets up a lot the potential for something as simple as a look seeming longing. I can definitely understand how someone might see that Groovy and think it’s romantic. I don’t think most people make that kind of expression while using the thumb to brush away crumbs and staring into the camera 💀 Bro would 100% catch you and then go, “I know, I know, I look so cool that you just can’t get enough of me. Well, today’s my special day so I’m feeling extra nice. Feel free to stare at me aaaaaall you like, Prefect.” And then maybe joke that you could have him all to yourself if you asked—

You Ace yumes out there must be thankful for this food www

[veritas-scribblings]

ration - @jegulus-microfic - words: 957

The bar thrums. James can feel the beat of the base in the floor beneath him, in the glass of warming beer he holds in his hand. Sirius, being the freak he is, has chosen some immensely depressing Pink Floyd songs as the theme for the night because, he says, it fits his ‘vibe’.

James has thought about sneaking some Taylor Swift onto the playlist, but he reckons Sirius might actually kill him for it and James fancies being alive for the moment, because he has too much to accomplish. He’s a man on a mission.

James has rented out the lower-level—the basement, Sirius calls it—for Sirius’s birthday. It’s a very hipster kind of scene: rusted piping overhead, reclaimed timber benches, rough brick walls. Sirius loves it for the irony, he says, but James doesn’t think there’s much ironic about it. 

Not with the old-fashioned punk-rock style Sirius has going on and the messy man-bun.

‘You’re here!’ James whisper-shouts over Pink Floyd’s High Hopes. 

Regulus turns around. There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, ever so slight that James knows he could be mistaken. But James will take it anyway; he’ll take it all, every last crumb.

‘I’m here,’ Regulus says. Brushing his hair from his eyes, he glances around disdainfully. He doesn’t fancy crowds, James knows, and he won’t stay long. It’s just an appearance, most likely because Sirius had buttered him up enough that he has now decided to put the effort in.

‘Quite the event you’ve thrown,’ Regulus says. 

James shrugs. ‘You know Sirius. Loves to be the centre of attention.’

‘I thought that was you, but I guess you’re two of a kind. Life of the party, circle of worshipers, boy glory, fall at your feet kind.’

James chuckles. Regulus isn’t wrong, he supposes. But Regulus doesn’t fall at his feet, won’t even deign to look at James half the time. But still, James is gone. Gone, because Regulus is beautiful, smart and witty, and James is the one worshiping at the feet of his glory. Regulus is mean and prickly, soft and gentle, and James is here for all of it.

‘Buy you a drink?’ James blurts out. He’s had enough liquid courage that it’s loosened his tongue ever so slightly. He hopes that it’s loosened his tongue enough for him to eventually ask Regulus to dance.

Regulus raises an eyebrow and eyes the glass of beer that James is still holding.

The beer that is warm.

Warm with rumination. Warm with vacillation. Warm with the lonely pity-party James had been throwing for himself while he pondered whether or not Regulus would walk his way, speak to him, smile at him, dance with him…

‘It’s warm anyway,’ James shrugs. Places the glass down. ‘So, can I buy you a drink?’

Regulus laughs, barely audible over the music. A quiet, beautiful sound. What a beautiful, beautiful sound. James wishes that Regulus would do it again. And again. That Regulus may never stop finding joy in the world.

Even though Regulus had likely been laughing at him. James will be his joy, be what makes Regulus laugh…

‘Buy me a drink?’ Regulus repeats. ‘Why? Do you have an ulterior motive, Potter?’ He says this in a low, almost husky voice. ‘Hoping to get me loose?’

‘What?’ James flushes in alarm, knows that the warmth flooding him isn’t from the beers he’d been drinking. ‘What, no! I—no, no, I swear. It’s a party and you…drink…at a party?' he finishes lamely.

Regulus, James realises, is laughing at him. That beautiful, beautiful sound that is his laugh. ‘I’m teasing Potter,’ he says wryly. ‘Yes, you can buy me a drink. Two, in fact.’

James grins and beckons Regulus over to the bar, where he buys a beer for himself and two whiskeys for Regulus (because, of course, the posh bastard drinks fancy whiskey). 

But then Regulus takes the drinks, grins at James, and the son of a bitch departs. Just departs with only a ‘thank you’. A lingering look, like he’s asking James to watch him walk away. And yes, the back of Regulus is as wonderful as the front of Regulus. He’ll take every and any form of Regulus, but…

‘What?’ James breathes, speechless, flushed again. Not from the beer. This time, not even from embarrassment and horror, but from pure utter confusion and shock.

There’s a laugh, a bark that is audible over the beat of the music. So different from Regulus’s beautiful laugh. ‘He’s Regulus.’ Sirius slaps James on the shoulder in commiseration. ‘If you offer to buy him a drink, you’ll need to specify that he…you know, stay and drink it with you.’

‘What?’ James just repeats. ‘What do you mean I have to specify?’ 

Sirius roars with laughter, dropping himself down onto the bar stool next to James who is now staring despondently down into his glass. Of course Sirius is enjoying his suffering. What are friends for?

‘He’s playing hard to get, mate.’ He rubs circles comfortingly on James’s back, though he’s still laughing like this is the best thing that he’s seen and heard in a while. ‘Going to make you really work for it.’

For a moment, James hates that Sirius had managed to drag it out of him, that James is utterly gone for his little brother. Because, for some reason, Sirius just loves the idea. Not necessarily the idea of James and Regulus potentially (hopefully) together, but the idea that Regulus is going to go out of his way to make James’s pursuit of him the most drawn out and stressful endeavour of James’s short, short life.

But will James stop? No. Because James is an idiot. An idiot gone.

[theoneofmanyofficial]

Birthday Part 3

"I do not trust" is the theme of this one I guess?

(Long post with screenshots from birthday lines round 2)

Why, Riddle?! Why you gotta use that smile? I would have been fine with the regular adorable smile, but not this one! I feel like I need to hit the save button before proceeding with this conversation

If I give him head pats, will that spare my life?

Why does this also feel like trap? Because it's always that particular smile. Once again, it makes me feel like I gotta be careful and hit that save button

Have some head pats, just don't take my happiness, sir. I just got that tiny crumb back! 🥺

You mean like a party? 😃

I don't trust this, but I'm willing hear you out

Floyd. Floyd, listen. Love ya and would love to take up an offer of a tour of Coral Sea. You're my favorite wild card fishy eel boy and I like your laugh and I love your happy chibi sprite and all that jazz... but I don't trust like that!

I feel like this adventure will involve getting chased by an angry shark (comedic route) and I doubt I would survive that heart attack

Head pats for offering though...

Just... a little... hesitant... head pats...

Quite confident, are we?

I mean, I'm not about to challenge him about it... Because I would lose... And because he could win with only a pretty shell and that smile...

Head pats for Azul but I mean, look at that smile! How could I not give head pats?!

Dagnabbit, Azul! Only Ortho (and maybe, maybe Malleus) is allowed to say that out loud! You're supposed to say that part quietly, with the parentheses!

Gonna be taking my head pats back, mister XD

Tempting, very tempting. However, I prefer more of a "boys being sillies" kind of entertainment

No! No love! Just sillies! Please, I just want sillies! 🥺

Was worried for a sec there, but don't worry, folks! Silly boys are back on schedule!

[distant-velleity]

lmao for the record this is not very... coherent or well-paced but-- it definitely exists so 🙂 yeah!!!

yuhua's book 7 dream in tgtwst (before he gets sent to silver's dream by the System)

(warning for floyu crumbs; explanation of the dream in the tags)

~

“You’re saying Azul wanted to see me?” Yuhua asks for what must be the second time now. He follows Chrysos along the oft-walked path to the Hall of Mirrors, adjusting his winter coat to better shield him from the January chill.

Thankfully, Chrysos has the miraculous patience of a saint, at least when it comes to him. “Yes. Truly, it’s an urgent matter; both he and I agree on that.” 

They enter the hall and take a soft right veer into the alcove for the Octavinelle mirror.

“Of course,” Chrysos says, right before they enter, “if it helps, Floyd is rather insistent that you come as well.”

Something strange flutters in Yuhua’s chest, the beginning traces of a feeling he can’t allow himself to feel. He silently stamps it down, though he can’t stop himself from smiling regardless. “Really, now?”

“And there it is.” Knowingly, the corners of Chrysos’ mouth quirk up in a faint smirk. He gestures towards the mirror invitingly. “Go ahead. You know the route to the Mostro Lounge.”

“Right.”

Yuhua steps through the mirror and experiences the usual weightlessness for the briefest of seconds. His foot finds solid ground again on pale lilac tiling, the reflections of the water from above warped over his shoes. Having walked this route countless times now, it’s through muscle memory that he follows the path to the Mostro Lounge; Chrysos isn’t far behind him.

“Ah, wait—” Yuhua looks behind at Chrysos before he opens the door. “...is it locked? Or—”

Chrysos shrugs one shoulder, a non-answer. “It’s unlocked right now, I can assure you.”

“Really? Okay.”

Yuhua grabs the handle and pulls the door open to see utter darkness inside. He blinks, wondering if it’s merely the effect of his eyes adjusting to the light, but no—only the lights from within the tanks are on, and those do little to make the interior any more visible.

Skepticism sinks into his chest. “Chrysos, are you sure—”

“SURPRISE!” shout a pair—no, a chorus of familiar voices. A burst of magic, a showy effect of harmless sparkles, erupts before Yuhua as the Lounge is once again illuminated. Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack, and Santiago are right there by the door, their eyes bright.

“Happy birthday, Yu,” Deuce says first, a sincere smile on his face. 

“Ya didn’t think we forgot, now did ya?” asks Epel. He partially covers his good-humored laughter at Yuhua’s face with a fist. 

Jack crosses his arms and looks at the others. “...C’mon, guys. Give him some room.”

Indeed, Yuhua needs it—he can’t quite believe his eyes. Looking past the first-years, he can see the Lounge decorated, not too flamboyantly but not too modestly; he also spots other familiar students gathered around, watching the door or sitting at tables and chatting among themselves.

“I—I…” 

His grasp on the door handle grows weak; Chrysos takes it and makes sure he doesn’t make a fool of himself by letting the door crash straight into him.

“...This is for… me?” Yuhua finally wonders aloud.

Ace snorts at that and shoves a bundle of clothing into his arms. “Who else? I don’t know any other January 27th birthday boys at this school.”

“Um—but I never told you guys my—” 

“Don’t underestimate our combined deductive abilities.” Santiago winks at him, dangling a bolo-style tie around his finger for a second before handing it to Yuhua. “We figured it out just in time.”

“Together? Don’t you guys hate each oth—”

“We’ve learned how to put aside our differences sometimes,” Chrysos assures him, though judging by Ace’s stink-eye, it seems to be a one-time occurrence and nothing better. “And we decided to hold it here at the Lounge as a compromise.”

“But, I…” Yuhua’s mouth remains open even as he falls silent, trying to form questions he doesn’t quite know how to vocalize. “...I… Is this really okay… The Lounge, I mean, and my birthday…”

He doesn’t know quite what he’s feeling, just that the feeling is so immense it stops him from forming coherent sentences. 

“Who else decides if it’s okay or not?” At the imminent approach of a very familiar and very welcome sophomore trio, the first-years scatter like minnows. Floyd easily snakes a hand behind him to place on Yuhua’s opposite shoulder and walks him in. “C’mon, it’s your birthday, li’l Koi! A day just for you!”

“Surely, someone else was—”

“My, my.” Jade hides an amused smile behind a delicate gloved hand. “Are you just going to tell all of these people to go back to their dorms after they’ve already arrived?”

“Come on, now,” Azul agrees. “We were even able to coordinate such a well-timed surprise.”

“Well—” Yuhua sputters, flustered. He hugs the clothes to his chest. There’s a million arguments for his case, but just as many against it. “This is all really impressive, yeah—”

“So there we got it!” exclaims Floyd. “It’s your birthday, and we’re gonna celebrate it. Now, are ya gonna go get changed or what?”

Happiness. Like a soap bubble popping, Yuhua comes to the realization when he looks at Floyd’s infectious smile and feels the warmth surrounding him. This overwhelming, confusing, dizzying feeling—is happiness.

“I…” What is he waiting around for? If everyone’s already gathered… Like a fool, Yuhua laughs at himself sheepishly. “Yeah. Just wait for me a sec, I’ll borrow one of the bathrooms.”

…

“Hold still,” Vil demands, stopping Yuhua as soon as he steps out of the bathroom.

“I—Huh?”

Yuhua stays frozen in his tracks as Vil steps around to stand behind him. Rook takes Vil’s initial place as the housewarden sets to work on Yuhua’s hair.

“Bonjour, monsieur,” Rook sing-songs. 

“Hi, Rook,” answers Yuhua. “Are you also here for—?”

“The celebration? Why, of course~” With a flourish, Rook bends into a bow and extends an open palm forward. “May you have a very happy birthday on this fine day.”

“Don’t distract him while I’m doing his hair, Rook,” Vil says curtly.

“But of course, my Roi de Poison.” Still, Rook smiles at Yuhua in his poetically pleasant, friendly way.

Finally, Vil steps back to appreciate his work. Yuhua, after awaiting the approval of a quick “Go ahead,” gently feels at the braid his hair has been done into.

“Wow, I…” Yuhua turns around. “Thank you, Vil. You didn’t have to.”

“Mm, is that so?” Vil lets out something of an almost-content hum, as usual. “I couldn’t have the birthday boy walking around with his hair the same as his day-to-day look.”

“Your beauty has only been enhanced, monsieur,” Rook declares. “Now, shall we return to the party?”

“They’re all waiting on you,” adds Vil.

“Ah—” 

They’re waiting on him. They actually want him there.

Yuhua nods slowly. “Okay. Let’s go.”

They leave the side hallway to return to the Lounge. Almost immediately, Yuhua catches sight of a certain redhead waving madly at him from one of the tables. It seems like Ace has fervently and insistently claimed himself a spot at the table with the cake, alongside others like Floyd, Deuce, and Chrysos.

“Over here, over here!” calls Ace, earning himself a simultaneous flick to the forehead from Chrysos and a punch in the arm from Deuce. “Ow!”

“Yelling isn’t going to make me get there any faster,” Yuhua retorts, though he’s still laughing when he squeezes in to sit between Ace and Floyd. “I bet you just wanna eat the cake already.”

“You’re pretty greedy, Crabby,” agrees Floyd, just to get a jab in at the first-year.

“Hmph.” Ace grins mischievously, neither confirming nor denying. “Maybe I just wanna know what the birthday boy’s gonna wish for.”

The candles on the cake flicker. It’s just a birthday wish, and it doesn’t mean much. Not much is riding on it.

“I don’t really—” Yuhua pauses, and then huffs a laugh. “Yeah, like I’d tell you. That ruins the whole point.”

“Aww,” whines Ace, batting his eyelashes. “Seriously?”

“Seriously, you dork.”

“What about me?” ventures Floyd, a shit-eating smile on his face.

“Come on.” Yuhua rolls his eyes affectionately. “It’s supposed to be a secret. That means I don’t tell you guys until it comes true. And it’s not that big of a deal anyway—I bet you can guess what it is pretty easily.”

That seems to appease them into staying silent, each thinking about what it could be.

…Again, it’s a wish that doesn’t mean much. With nothing too big to relegate to a birthday wish but nothing memorable enough to immediately ask for, Yuhua more or less has to make it up on the spot. He takes a deep breath before he silently thinks—

I hope I can celebrate my birthday like this again in the future.

—and blows out all the candles in one clean exhale. 

Ace whoops, and somewhere in the Lounge the sound is repeated. Cheers and clapping, from the people celebrating for the sake of it  and the people who want food, echo through the room. “Alright! Now the party’s really begun!”

“I want the first slice of cake!” Floyd insists abruptly.

“No way. It’s mine!”

“Huuuuh?”

“Hey, you two, don’t fight in the middle of Yuhua’s party—!”

Chrysos leans over the table to Yuhua while the other two bicker and Deuce tries to play mediator. “You’re giving it to me, obviously. Right?”

Yuhua sighs, meant to sound long-suffering but instead reflecting his muffled giddiness. “You guys…”

…

Once the food is eaten and the gifts are given, Yuhua finds himself sitting on a stool by the counter while the others mingle among themselves. 

He isn’t mad that he’s seemingly being neglected, no—because he isn’t. People are still checking in on him: Jamil, stopping by to offer him a hair clip; Idia being nudged by Ortho to make Yuhua aware of his attendance (haha); Riddle personally wishing him a happy birthday before being accidentally warded off by Floyd; so on and so forth.

And people are gathered here because of him. They’re all getting along, making merry because of him, in a way. It feels nice, to see everyone not at each other’s throats for once—to see Azul and Leona talking civilly, to see Sebek and the other freshmen having an eating competition… To have people still asking him if he wants to try this food or play this game with them, and knowing that he can just join in whenever he feels back up to it.

This happiness, that knowledge—they form a pool of warmth in his heart, a pool running so deep that Yuhua thinks he might burst if he does anything other than sit. He’s happy to be here, happy to be a part of the celebrations; so happy to be acknowledged as something important to people. Happy to be more than a thought that fades away once the moment has passed.

He’s happy to belong.

Are you really happy? asks a voice in his head—

“Hey, li’l Koi!” Floyd shouts from a table. “Wanna play a game with us?”

—The easy, obvious answer is an unhesitant yes.

Yuhua smiles and nods his answer. A fluttery, bubbly feeling in his heart fills his veins with excitement as he stands up—

The world spins; his vision swims. His foot doesn’t meet the floor, his stomach sinks, and suddenly he’s falling with all the weightlessness of a dreamer being awakened.

~

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[merakiui]

Hey, just wanted to ask a question. I don't know if you've seen this trend but it pretty much just says "Take a game, show the character you started playing for, and shwo the character that became your favorite" and I just wanted to ask

Who would this be in Twisted Wonderland and Genshin Impact

Like who did you pick up these games for and who is your current favorite?

Aaaa this is a fun trend!!! Thank you for asking!! <3

In Genshin, my first favorite was Childe. I read a few fanfics about him and watched this trailer and it convinced me to download Genshin!!! I fell in love immediately with him. :D I started playing towards the beginning of Zhongli's first banner, so I missed Childe's first banner (I can't believe it was on my birthday as well,,, T_T). But I did eventually drag that Fatui Harbinger home!!!!

And then I saw him. ( ≧ᗜ≦) my most beloved to this very day. Scaramouche!!!!! I missed the Unreconciled Stars event, so I could only watch Scara's cutscenes religiously. The "are you deaf or just stupid? When did I give you the right to issue your own orders?" lines....... AAAAAAAAA IT WAS A DIRECT HIT TO MY HEART. OTL I saved obsessively for two years to ensure I would have enough to get him and his weapon when he became playable. I was a firm believer in playable Mouchey since day one. >w< the crumbs I feasted on,,, from vague mentions of him in dialogue, sprinkles of his lore in the artifact set, Ei and Miko's voice lines about him, the cutscene which only showed his foot, his appearance in Inazuma arc, and ultimately his role in Sumeru and consequent character arc!!!!!!!! So many memories omg!!!!

Scaramouche was a life-changing event for me. My first smut fic was for him hehehe. I love him dearly. He means the world to me. orz I was in quite a dark place during his playable release, so it was cathartic to suffer (and eventually heal) alongside Mouchey!!!

As for twst, Riddle was my favorite!!! In 2019-2020, I often returned to the twst website to play his greeting voice line on repeat. orz I adored him back then (and still do today). It was Riddle and Ruggie who captured my attention first. I skipped over Octavinelle because I thought they were all ugly and I didn't like their fedoras (lol). Azul was spared most of my dislike because I thought the twins were far more unattractive than he was. Floyd especially. ;;;;;;;;;;

I sort of,,, forgot about twst after it released in 2020 because I didn't have any friends who knew of it and so I was something of a quiet ghost within the fandom. ^^;;; I stopped paying attention shortly after book two. I also thought Azul's overblot form was ugly (I AM SO SORRY, MY LOVE) and I wasn't interested in tentacles or that sort of monstrous type back then. So it is with my clown makeup and wig on that I now admit my favorites are Octavinelle LOL. I think I started enjoying them at some point during twst's English release. Thank you to Azul for showing me the light and opening my eyes to the beautiful thing that is tentacles. orz

[kodokberjamur]

OMG I NEED YOU TO ELABORATE ON JEIRID (JADE/RIDDLE) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! 🙏 🙏🙏

JSNDKSJRJSJDJ

You have opened the Pandora's Box, Anon......

ALRIGHT..... JEIRID. AHHH

First!!! They're classmates!! Which isn't a very important detail, I know, but I think it's cute... Ajdjsje them teaming up for group projects? Cute. Them sitting next to each other? CUTE (I know Riddle would probably avoid him, but I'll stay delulu... ;-;) the mini moment of Jade helping Riddle to the infirmary (Riddle's lab wear SR vignette) is also so precious to me sijdjsdh.

And then there's the way these two interact... The Halloween event (Endless Halloween) gave us so many JeiRid crumbs; the whole "J for Jade" thing going on, then there's the part where Jade gets so excited to tell the others about Riddle coming to Octavinelle to 'dry himself by running in the sea' (I know Jade might have found it absolutely hilarious—I adore how excited he was nonetheless... JEJFKSH) and then Riddle's reaction to it, not getting that him being 'unprepared for the rain' wasn't the reason for laughter; and Jade's reaction to THAT, teasing Riddle without him even realizing it... perfection.

AND THE WAY THEY ARE SOMETIMES PUT NEXT TO EACH OTHER IN OFFICIAL ART???

I apologize for the low quality pictures, Anon...

ADORABLE. UTTERLY, RIDICULOUSLY ADORABLE.

And then there's Riddle picking Jade to be his little brother in his birthday jacket SSR vignette... which was surprising, to be very honest KSJDKSH he knows how Jade is, yet he still chose Jade?? As the LITTLE brother? LOL this bit is just extremely hilarious to me KSJFKSDJS

I feel as though Jade would really enjoy teasing Riddle relentlessly, finding his reactions hilarious—it's quite a bit like how Floyd tends to annoy Riddle; however, Jade is a lot less obvious in his mocking, and I feel as though Riddle wouldn't always understand Jade's passive aggressiveness as a means to mock him, as opposed to Floyd's very frontal teasing. Despite all the teasing, though, these two care about each other and won't hesitate to show it in dire moments!!

There's this moment in the latter chapters of the Terror is Trending event, where Riddle tells Jade to take a break and have some dinner. It's such a minor thing, but I can't help but find it cute. I really adore their relationship even as just platonic friends—honestly, the relationship between the second years is utterly precious to me, and also severely underrated.

I am extremely sorry for the messy answer, Anon... JEJFKSJFJS I might have missed some interactions from these two, but these are the ones that I remember from the top of my head...

Thank you! <333

[dreamii-yume]

OH SHIT YUME ITS THE TWEELS BIRTHDAY! We know that everyone is horny as fuck for the birthday boys so why dont we have some sweet crumbs to balance the spice? I give you all creative freedom and access to the sugar stock!

Yume is still crying in disbelief that she got the tweels birthday wrong omg

“Aah~”

Chewing on the piece of cake you innocently plopped inside your mouth, you blinked as Floyd suddenly leaned towards you, opening his mouth in anticipation. You were clueless at what to do at first, Floyd definitely looked like he was expecting you to know so it got you sweating a little bit. However, as his body childish swung from side to side and multiple glances over to the cake you’re eating, you got a rough idea. Scooping out another piece, you gestured this one to him and allowed him to take the bite. “Here you go.” You said, lighting up as Floyd happily took it.

“So yummy~!” Floyd said with his mouth full, cream left on his cheek as he excitedly bounced in his seat. Seeing how much of a child your senior is, it made you smile in a way as he actually looks rather innocent to you right now. “I don’t know what you’re doing but for some reason, everything that Little Shrimpy feeds me tastes so much more delicious~!”

“How do you do that, Little Shrimpy~? Tell me, tell me~! Is it magic?” Floyd cooed, leaning closer to you and opening up his mouth again. “More, more~! Feed me more~!”

“I don’t think it’s magic though? I can’t even use that...” You sweatdropped but proceeded to feed the excited twin more pieces of cake, enjoying the way his cheeks would move as he chew. You have no clue what he was trying to imply but you decided to go along with him for now. You grabbed a tissue nearby and wiped away excess cream near his lips which earned you a boyish giggle from the guy.

Floyd seemed a bit more energetic than usual, probably because it’s his and his brother’s birthday. You find it really cute actually, he was usually the clingiest one out of the two but today, he just seem like he wanted to be spoiled rotten. Of course, you don’t really have the reason to deny that kind of request so you didn’t mind at all.

“Floyd, you shouldn’t casually cling onto (Y/N)-san like that...” A voice far calmer than Floyd’s rung in the room and looking up met you face to face with his brother, Jade. He was wearing the same outfit as him, signifying that this day is not only special for just one person. Despite having the same face, Jade was much more refined than his twin, his signature smile still painted a smile on his face as he stepped inside. “You’re going to bother her in this case.”

“Eeh~ Don’t be a killjoy, Jade! It’s fine, it’s fine~!” Floyd said as he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, startling you slightly to the point that you almost dropped the plate of cake you were holding. “Little Shrimpy looks like she’s having fun too though~”

“How about you try to acting a little carefree too, Jade~? It’s our birthday, after all~!” Floyd suggested, laughing as he nuzzled against you. “Little Shrimpy thinks so too, right~?”

“Of course! Jade-senpai should just relax on his special day too!” Jade could only blink at those words, seeing as you smiled at him. He looked to the side, placing his hand on his mouth as if he was thinking deeply. He watched as you plopped another piece of cake inside Floyd’s mouth, his brother looking so ecstatic during all of it that it startled Jade for a bit. His brother had never been this close to someone other than him and Azul before, let alone a mere human like you. So, suffice to say that he’s caught off-guard, he always thought Floyd was just playing with you.

“...Well then, if you don’t mind...” Jade said, a smile gracing his features as he gracefully sat beside you and Floyd, his posture fine and well-trained. Your mouth couldn’t help but to open, dumbfounded as the usually serious and cunning Jade Leech turned to you and closed his eyes before opening his mouth. The slight blush appearing on his cheeks was proof that he wasn’t used to such actions.

You blinked as your mind went blank for a second, but a sweat dropped down your forehead. This was kind of...You can’t find the right words to say but seeing Jade with his eyes close and mouth open, looking all vulnerable like this without instructing you on what to do, it made your heart race. He looked quite erotic too, not that you’ll ever say it out loud. Meanwhile, Floyd shifted beside you, pouting. “Eh, what are you doing, Jade? If you want Little Shrimpy to feed you, you gotta wait for your turn!” Floyd whined. “Get your own cake too!”

However, despite the constant whines of his brother, Jade remained his position, patiently waiting for your move which only irked his other half. Because of this, you couldn’t help but to giggle, lifting up another piece of cake towards him. “Here you go.” You said, the fork reaching inside his mouth, the sweet taste of the cake engulfed his taste buds.

The taste actually captured Jade off-guard, it still has the same flavor as the cake he had before but somehow, it felt special. Opening up his eyes and seeing your gentle smile directed at him was magically adding more spice to the food. Floyd was right, simple food does taste better when you’re the one who’s feeding it to him. What a mystery, you even had Jade this stumped about it.

“Eh!? Little Shrimpy, you traitor! That was supposed to be for me~!” Floyd whined louder as he began to shake your shoulders. “You’re already cheating on me, that’s so unfair! Little Shrimpy~!”

You nervously giggled at Floyd’s outburst, slowly becoming dizzy on the way he was racking your body. “S-Sorry, I’ll give the next bite to you, okay...?” You said, just to calm him down but was met with nothing but puffed cheeks as response from the guy. You resorted into patting his head as the final line of defense, luckily, Floyd accepted such gesture and nuzzled closer to you, muttering about stuff.

Covering his mouth as he chewed the sweet cake, Jade had turned his eyes on your every move. “...It’s delicious.” He said, making you turn your head towards him. “Can I please have more?”

“No-“

“Gladly!” You said, scooping another piece and before the whining eel on your shoulders could complain about it, Jade already went forward and bit the cake off the fork. You felt bad for betraying Floyd once again but Jade genuinely looked happy being fed like this. He was less messier than his brother but somehow, just at this moment, he carries the same childish energy around him. It was endearing and you couldn’t help it.

...But then again, you felt the hands around you tighten which sent shivers down your spine. “...Little Shrimpy, you’re such a liar.” You heard Floyd right at your ear, his voice sounding a little less enthusiastic and you knew from past experience that it’s never a good thing. He puffed his cheeks, scrunching his eyebrows down. “I can’t trust you anymore! Hmph!”

“E-Eh...Floyd-senpai...?” Though he said that and looked away from you, he never let go of your body. It’s funny actually, it seems like he wanted to sulk but his body is just refusing to leave from yours. Anyway, it’s not good to keep Floyd in this mood, so you tried to shift your attention back to him again. You gestured another piece of cake in his direction but the guy just refuses to look back at you, pouting all the way. You sweatdropped, this was definitely going to be a challenge. “H-Here you go, this one is for you, Floyd-senpai~! Aah~!”

Jade smiled at the sight of the stubborn pouting Floyd as he swallowed the cake he received. “(Y/N)-san, if Floyd doesn’t want it then, would it be fine if I could have it?” He said, his smile suddenly contorting into a mischievous smirk which immediately got on Floyd’s nerves. “He doesn’t seem to be in the mood so-“

“Who said I don’t want it!?” Floyd yelled as he aggressively mauled the piece of cake before you could even react. “Arr eath whafever Wittwe Sswiphy fhed mmhe! Ifh ghod!”

You sweatdropped. “I didn’t have a single clue on what you said but you might choke, so eat slowly, okay?” You nervously giggled, patting Floyd’s head, feeling his mood getting lighter with the way he nuzzled back onto you again.

Jade gave a chuckle as well before scooting closer to you. You glanced at what he was going to do, only for you and Floyd to flinch when he dropped his head onto your other shoulder. “...I can see why Floyd is always wrapping his arms around you.” He said, closing his eyes in relaxation as if he was just at a warm fireplace. He turned to look at you, in which induced a small blush on your cheeks, especially when he gave a gentle smile. “You’re very warm.”

Ah, what a different side to Jade that you have come to see this special day. He was someone you were unable to read from the very first day, the only times his true emotions let out is when it’s so blatantly obvious that he was going to commit yet under shady business. But this time, you saw another side to him, an unexpected gentleness residing in him. It was your first time seeing how vulnerable he is, chuckling by your shoulders like this.

Dare you say that it was actually cute.

“What are you doing, Jade!? This is my spot, you know~!” Floyd puffed his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around your neck, almost to the point of strangling you. “Let go of my Little Shrimpy~”

Jade merely smiled as calmly as ever. “No, I don’t think I want to.” He said and wrapped his arms around your waist as tight as the arms around your neck. “You were the one who said that I should act all carefree just for this day, correct?”

Jade gave him the smuggiest smirk he could give, making his brother growl in response. “So, there’s no harm in having (Y/N)-san to spoil me a little too, right?” He said, tilting his head to the side with a close-eyed smile.

“U-Um...I-I’m kinda getting...” Ah, that’s no use. These twins are definitely in their own little world now, you know them well enough to know that it’s always been like that. The hands on your neck and waist are pulling you on two different directions, you actually feel like you gonna dislocate a bone or two. But ignoring these two’s silly little feud, they genuinely feel a lot more livelier than before and that’s the good thing. Knowing that knowledge alone, you were glad despite how suffocating it felt on your physical body.

Putting the plate of cake down on your lap, you pat the twins’ head, letting them off their steam. Honestly, it was the only gesture you could do without the risk of breaking apart in two. You kinda feel like a mother of two rebellious but lovable children, it’s troublesome but the outcome is just worth the risk. You just hope Azul wouldn’t be too surprise when he opens the door and finds these two eels exceeding over a hundred and ninety centimeter in height crushing on your poor little body. Three bodies are a bit of handful right now.

This fic includes a high risk of Tweels Diabetes! (΄◉◞౪◟◉｀)

[regalfairytaleacademy]

Name: Kanako Nanjo

Japanese: 南 城 香奈子

Quote: "Skateboarding whatever you like in life."

Age: 16 y.o

Birthday: April 29th

Star Sign: Taurus

Height: 167 cm

Hair Color: Cherry Blossom Pink

Eyes Color: Scarlet Red

Race: Human

Species: None

Homeland: Okinawa, Japan (not Twisted Wonderland)

Family:

Kojiro Nanjo (Father)

Kaoru Sakurayashiki (Dad)

Nicknames / Aliases:

Nako / Kana

Bloom (Her "S" name)

Shrimp-chan (by Floyd Leech)

Carnivore / Feline (by Leona Kingscholar)

Mademoiselle Fleur (by Rook Hunt)

Human (by Sebek Zigvolt)

Dame de la cerise (by Rozebelle Adoria)

Nako-chan (by seniors)

School Facts and Fun Facts

Dorm: Nymfevilla

School Year: 1st (Freshman)

Class: 1-E | Student no. 10

Occupations:

Student

Vice Prefect

Part-time Employee of Sweet Crumbs Bakery

Magicam Influencer

Best Subject: Culinary arts | Literature

Worst Subject: Classical Dance

Club: Fashion Club

Dominant Hand: Both (Most of right-handed)

Favourite Colors: Rouge pink, Iris Purple and Emerald Green

Favourite Food: Italian pasta

Least Favourite: Liver

Likes: Her parents, warmth, her daddy's calligraphy, her father's homemade foods, soft blanket, helping, part-time job, house chores, Japanese aesthetics, arts, sakura trees, AI assistant Carlos, funny moments, telling scary stories, teasing

Dislikes: Family argument, nightmares, losing loved ones, ruin her dream, overworked, nervous, Kimiko, knocking on her head, mean boys, bickering, calling her "S" name outside, being scolded, disrespected

Hobbies: Skateboarding, cooking, calligraphy, napping, reading

Talents: Cooking, calligraphy, skateboarding, fast learner, strategy

Etymology

Kanako - From Japanese 加 (ka) meaning "increase" or 香 (ka) meaning "fragrance" combined with 奈 (na), a phonetic character, or 菜 (na) meaning "vegetables, greens" and finished with 子 (ko) meaning "child".

Nanjo - Translated literally, the name Nanjō means "southern castle". Many castle ruins, called gusuku in the Okinawan language, can be found throughout the city

Character Inspired

Kanako doesn't have any characters to inspired by, but her personalities are combined with some of Kaoru and Kojiro's individualities.

[twistedmusings]

Library Masterlist

For the sake of tidying up everything, I made a masterlist!

Quick Reference: Adult Section [18+ Works], Short Prose [Works Under 500 words!] , Answered Note [Just asks about the chara!]

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Kissing Someone From Their Dorms

Baking with his Darling

AI and You

Ace Trappola

Midnight Prank [Pre-Yandere/Adult Section]

Not Being Able To Sleep Without Something Warm

Second Year Without You

That Was Hot [Short Prose/Adult Section]

Deuce Spade

Not Being Able To Sleep Without Something Warm

Second Year Without You

Cater Diamond

Reading Between The Lines [Adult Section]

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Kissing Someone From Their Dorms

It's Nice That Your Voice Was The First Thing I Heard Today

[Short Prose]

I Do Not Like Using Violence Against You [Short Prose/ Pre-Yandere]

You Took All The Pillows So I'm Using You As One [Short Prose]

Arabesque and Plie

AI and You

Petting Dorm

Exclusion/Brainwashing/Delusion

Ruggie Bucchi

Petting Dorm

Exclusion/Brainwashing/Delusion

Jack Howl

Second Year Without You

Petting Dorm

Exclusion/Brainwashing/Delusion

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Leaving Behind Hickeys On Their Darling

Kissing Someone From Their Dorms

Doing Anything For Heat

Make Sure To Tell Me You Love Me...

[Adult Section/Yandere/Short Prose]

I Hope You Understand How Far I'm Willing To Go For You [Yandere/Short Prose]

All I Ever Wanted From You [Yandere/Short Prose]

You Work Here? [Short Prose]

How Could I Love You This Much? [Short Prose]

Jade Leech

Leaving Behind Hickeys On Their Darling

Doing Anything For Heat

Please Stay [Mild Yandere/Short Prose]

Shame On Myself For Believing You In the First Place [Short Prose]

I've Liked You Since We Were Kids... [Short Prose]

Talking About You [Short Prose/ Adult Section]

Floyd Leech

Leaving Behind Hickeys On Their Darling

Doing Anything For Heat

I'd Choose You, Always You [Short Prose]

You Came Back! [Short Prose]

Hiding Under The Blanket [Short Prose]

Cant Get You Out Of My Head [Short Prose/Adult Section]

Talking About You [Short Prose/Adult Section]

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

Kissing Someone From Their Dorms

Jamil Viper

Begging [Overblot/Short Prose]

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit

After RSA's Performance

After VDC Results

Kisses From Vil [Overblot]

The Next Time They Touch You...

[Adult Section/DubCon/Short Prose]

Look How Good You Take It [Adult Section/NonCon/Short Prose]

Aren't I Romantic? [Short Prose/Adult Section/NonCon]

Kissing Someone From Their Dorms

Rook Hunt

Mon amour... [Short Prose]

Scrapbook [Yandere/Short Prose]

Epel Felmier

Second Year Without You

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

Do You Want Your Underwear Back? [Short Prose]

Kissing Someone From Their Dorms

Diasmonia

Malleus Draconia

Birthday Crumbs

My Kind Of Human [Adult Section/Dubcon]

Keep Moaning My Name Like That

[Overblot/Adult Section/Short Prose]

Arabesque and Plie

Our Love is God [Short Prose / Adult Section]

Kissing Someone From Their Dorms

Wake Up From Your Dream

Sebek Zigvolt

Second Year Without You

Ramshackle

It's Good To Have You Here

Living with Yuu [Answered note]

Domestic Life Pt 1 / Pt 2 [Answered note]

Ace is a Bisexual Mess Pt 1 / Pt 2[Answered note]

[Works will be added as they are written!]

[rozengrotto]

Azul’s dorm of choice [union birthday speculations??]

with the arrival of new union birthday cards, the birthday interview structure now significantly differs and one question being asked by the interviewers is: 

“If you could choose a different dorm, which one would you pick?”

the answers received so far were all interesting and offered a better insight into the characters, however, we haven’t had a dorm leader answer this question yet which made me curious-

the dorm leaders embody the very essence of their respective dorm’s spirits, so…which dorm would they choose if they could swap at will?  

first of them to answer in December will be Idia, but for now I wanna ramble a bit about Azul’s potential dorm choice as someone who likes Azul a very healthy and normal amount, I’m counting the days to his birthday so I can finally hold his b-day SSR jpeg in my grabby hands jsofcfj

(but yeah, these are all just my jumbled thoughts on the matter, sry for any inaccuracies or such, this is simply done for fun and bc I love talking about Azul lol)

(oh also, I will sometimes resort to equating the dorms with their respective leaders for I believe they all represent each values and philosophies the best)

also, also....under the cut because it got long orz

Hearts: this one...I’m not all too sure whether or not Azul would fit in there

Hearts is all about rules - quirky and nonsensical in nature, but rules after all, which demand to be diligently followed and enforced

while Azul certainly knows his way around laws and such, with his stepfather having taught him most about contracts, he’s not all too keen on playing very…fair in stark contrast to the straight-forward, rule abiding Riddle, Azul is much, muuuch more cunning and sly, willing to bend the rules to his whims and carefully treading the fine line of legality, which clashes with Heart’s (Riddle’s) philosophy quite a bit

maybe he would want to get into Hearts cause he gets a kick out of circumventing the rules and finding loopholes as mental stimulation like a metaphorical octopus left alone with food trapped in a jar?

the picture of Azul lounging in a rose garden sipping tea is certainly very welcome dhjfhdf

from a pure cosmetic standpoint - oh boy, do I want to see more of Azul dressed in Hearts attire 

Savana: nope, absolutely not, never (probably)

albeit being one of the two dorms featuring solely animal-inspired characters in their main cast, the wild, physical strength-oriented Savana is the very opposite of the calm minded, intellectual-focused Octa (however, not all of Savana is merely brawn with no brain and Leona is the best proof for that)

Beans Day & PE lessons/story gave a good view on Azul’s lack of physical stamina and aversion to sport - he’s just not very athletic at all, sucks at flying lessons and gets out of breath fairly easily from just a bit of running (yet we got some crumbs from Floyd once, stating that Azul in his merform is a lot bigger and stronger than the twins, which implies that he isn’t as physically weak as he is frequently perceived by others...)

Savana is chaotic and wild and its students would rather brawl than sweet talk with a silver tongue

also, Savana being located in a...well, a literal savannah would be a bad pick for someone hailing from the cold ocean and with sensitive merfolk skin (yeah, I know, Floyd picked Savana, but it’s Floyd. he just doesn’t care lol) in conclusion: take one look at Azul and you know he doesn’t want to be in Savana

Scara: a very likely contender I’d say? 

the dorm that favors resourcefulness and careful planning, known for their intelligence, scheming and mastermind plotting in the shadows - in this regard, it seems downright perfect for Azul!

however, as Jade stated before in his union birthday story, the heat of the desert poses a problem to sensitive merfolk skin, similar to Savana, which might be a breaking point for him in the end

I mean, Azul could still just hang around an oasis made by Kalim if he really wanted to stay there 

(Scara also gets a plus point just because he would be a lot closer to Jamil lol)

Pome: the subject Azul excels in the most is Alchemy, so it wouldn’t be all too far-fetched to think he’d choose Pome, a dorm known for skilled potion makers (while alchemy and potions are two different subjects, they still share a lot of similarities with each other)

the pompous surroundings, beauty-care routines and graceful mannerisms expected from a Pome student  would also very much align with Azul (look how he carries himself in public! - his ostentatious speech, smooth voice, pretty face and the way he is so focused on appearing prim and proper and absolutely flawless in the eyes of others)

he might be cunning and deceitful, but it’s undeniable that Azul puts a lot of effort into all his work - be it academics or business - and heavy effort is what Pome has been founded on after all

also, Azul seems to be on quite alright terms with Vil too, considering the latter is a frequent customer of that eel juice™ - Azul could benefit Pome a lot by being their personal cosmetic producer? 

all of these statements would point towards him considering joining Pome

however, Jade before him stated he would join Pome if he ever were to change dorms, so from that alone I’d say Azul wouldn’t want to choose the same dorm as his vice (could be entirely wrong, I’m just going off the hunch here that all of Octa wants to choose different dorms zgzhg)

Igni: this one would fit him too in a way, I think

Igni’s students are said to be much more reclusive than other dorms

they shirk social interactions, harbor a desire to be left alone, thrive in tranquil solity, very different than the social butterflies from Hearts for example despite him seemingly having no problem to interact with other dorms, his rhetoric prowess in conversations with others and overblown business persona, Azul strikes me more as an introvert at his very core, hiding his true face behind a carefully crafted extrovert mask

 he seemingly gets along well with Idia too, at least a lot better than most other dorm leaders do - perhaps because they are in the same club....perhaps because he understands the struggle of being ostracized due to his childhood experiences?

the future lies in technology! - could that be his motive to choose Igni? wanting to expand his skills in magic tech? or does he just seek it out for the opportunity to scam gacha game addicted students for their money by investing in the mobage branch? possibilities, possibilities…

Dia: ah yes, the elusive last dorm for some reason…I have troubles picturing him in Dia, I’m afraid

Dia’s students are excellent magicians, proud, skilled and elegant - to me, they always evoke the picture of the “cool, popular kids”, the ones everyone is too intimidated to sit next to could that be a reason for him to pick this dorm? as part of his retribution in a way? show his past bullies that he - the stupid, worthless octopus from back then - made it up into the ranks of the prestigious Dia dormitory?

Dia also represents the classic fairytale picture of knights and dragons - they excel at magshift too, bringing up the problem of lacking physical strength and agility yet again

Azul’s quite far from being a virtuous knight like Silver for that matter, so maybe not the best option  his biggest goal would probably be to grow closer to Malleus and establish some juicy connections with the Valley of Thorn’s nobility as stated in Sebek’s lab story - but would that alone be enough for him to change to Dia?

either way, for some reason I simply can’t see him donning a Dia uniform…maybe it’s the fact that we still know the least about Dia...maybe it’s the heavy, gothic atmosphere that’s in such a krass contrast to the floaty, fragile underwater vibes, idk (but maybe it will be a total surprise for me and he really wants to join Dia, that would be interesting haha)

so yeah, that was me rambling on for way too long jdhfjdhjfdh the closer February draws and the more new birthday interviews we get, the more excited I get for some new Azul crumbs

[pianostarinwonderland]

Azul Birthday SSR Thoughts

With only one month until Azul’s birthday (39 days to go 🤡) and with the Malleus birthday hype ongoing, I’m just vibrating in place impatiently waiting for his birthday to come, and I don’t know where else to say this, so I’ll just jot down what details about Azul I want to see revealed:

Favorite and least favorite foods and why he doesn’t like them (it’s a common question in all the bday interviews so this is definitely happening)

And on that note, we’d probably learn about his dieting

If Twst gives anything about his waist, you are all invited to my funeral

Family life please omg I want to know if Azul had nice parents or if they were just distant

Does he have a brother?

How his home life was like, away from the bullies

Study habits? Like man, please give tips 💀

I want to know how good he can play the piano, and I want the details from him and not just from Floyd’s word. 🗿 I want my musical instrument lore, and Malleus bday story is giving me too much hope uwehhhh

Anything about mental arithmetic because that’s his talent ndndndjskdk man, math is sexy, ok?

What 👏 does 👏 he 👏 do 👏 during 👏 his 👏 leisure 👏 time 👏

How much does he love the tweels?

Why does he like collecting coins and shiny things?

Lmao this is funny but any business plans dkjdkdkskfks

Just . New deets about Azul because I’m so so famished from the crumbs :’D

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

🎂 Happy birthday, Azul! 🎂

What do you get for a capitalist octopus whose greed runs as deep as the sea itself?

Azul dislikes being indebted to others, so naturally, he’s a bit opposed to the idea of birthday gifts. Still... this is his one of his few cheat days, so why not provide him with some of his favorite fried foods and junk? That way, it won’t just be Azul that “owes” you anything in return; you can share the meal—and a happy experience—together! No strings attached in that deal~

An invitation arrives in your mailbox several days before Azul’s actual birthday. Come join us for a celebration under the sea, reads the letter. To your surprise, Jade, Floyd, and the other Mostro Lounge staff team up to organize the party all on their own! Streamers, balloons, and banners are expertly hung all around the party venue, and piles upon piles of food are provided. The whole lounge is shut for the day so the staff—and you—can focus on tending to one very special customer.

Azul eventually strolls in, key in hand to unlock the lounge for another day of work—only to be showered with confetti and a collective “SURPRISE!!” You and Floyd usher him off to a table while Jade runs to fetch a pot of tea and a platter of chicken, fried to a golden crisp. The other Octavinelle staff play their part as well, beinging presents over for Azul and setting a cool ambiance by playing slow, subdued jazz in the background. As soon as his plate is cleaned, he’s given more—you prod pieces into his mouth with your fingers or your fork, and wipe up stray crumbs for him. Azul’s never short on physical affection, either! Lots of hugs are had, and he’s reminded of just how much he’s treasured by you, the twins, and his staff.

Azul is a sad octopus no more.

[ee-furoido]

Happy Birthday, Jade and Floyd!

Steps outside of the confines of my stuffy closet to properly wish the Leeches well

I honestly don't know where to start.

I'm still babbling incoherently over the two of you coming home for me and my friends so quickly. The buildup to the banner drop had us all on edge, we were all so excited and scared for what you'd present to us.

When I read your Birthday Interviews, there were many times I had to stop and put my head down because it was just too cute or or exactly how I'd picture them answer. I live translated for my friends and we were screaming. So many little nuances that we got to delve into, small bits of lore and personalities that we could only headcanon up until that point had now become reality.

I honestly never thought that I'd become so attached to these two; they were only the moray eel minions of Ursula. These two?!? These minor characters who are just there to creep the kids out and stick a hammer into the notice that- yep, Ursula is a baddie... I thought I would latch more onto Azul, but- no. The twins called to me instead.

Floyd, who is always flitting from thing to thing, just looking to stay interested. Jade, who will only entertain ideas that he enjoys, and nothing less. Both of them have a permanent place in my mind forever.

Floyd got me immediately because of his voice. His little lilts that go from cute and happy to low and scary almost without warning had me rolling around each time they showed up in one of the story chapters. I've saved almost all his voice lines so I can hear them whenever I wish, set some as alarms even. His voice just sings to me. His unpredictability and his mood swings are just another thing that I cannot help but enjoy in his character. He's a "my pace" sort of guy, and if he doesn't want to do it, he won't. How delightful it is to see someone who wears their emotions and thoughts completely on their sleeve and is always so straightforward without any hesitation.

Jade originally hit me as just another butler-type character, and it wasn't until we finally got more scenes of him in Chapter 3 that I realized that oh no, he's just as terrifying, if maybe even more. The way he can hide his true intentions behind a cool smile; the way he can insult with a backhanded compliment, leaving the target wondering about it many moments later; the way he can casually bring up that if anyone were to betray him he would mentally and physically overwhelm them, tie them up and drown them in the ocean... without changing expression.

These twins, who are so alike and yet so different- both have captured my attention, and my focus. I cannot wait for every little crumb we can continue to get from this game, I want to see more of them- I want, I want, I want. The two of them are just so fascinating to watch as they just go through life enjoying it to the fullest-

So, once again, Happy Birthday, Floyd and Jade Leech~ I hope the two of you continue to have fun at NRC, and continue to cause trouble as you wish.

[moraygrotto]

you're in luck, anon! i have written this idea!!

jаde lеech/reader fic

ft burping, stuffing, + belly rubs :3

tw to others that reader-chan is a large bit thirsty here; nowhere is explicitly sexual but it's 100% a kink thing lol

~

It is a low rumbling from Jade's direction that catches your attention. No one else at the table seems to notice; it seems almost calculated to reach your ears only— but no, surely everyone else heard, too, and they are merely being polite by giving no reaction.

You, however, cannot bring yourself to follow suit. Surreptitiously, you glance over to the tall, primly poised boy beside you, and immediately notice the pink blush adorning his cheeks.

He catches your eye, and raises his eyebrows sheepishly; his expression is adorable; your mind tries to grasp that such a deep rumbling had truly just come out of someone so cute.

He raises a hooked finger to his mouth, and his lips part to softly blow out. How delectable, that the polite Jade Leech had filled himself with so much cake that a belch just had to come crawling up at the table.

Pardon me, he mouths silently.

You smile and shake your head, and start a vain attempt to pay attention to the table conversation. It was Jade's and Floyd's birthday; you should really be giving the two of them your most cordial attention. You fold your hands in your lap, attempt to look attentive, and after a moment realize that all your attention has been thrown into looking attentive. Surely one glance back at Jade to satisfy your curiosity would not hurt.

His lips look as pure and soft as ever, his face is clean, and his belly... He's wearing his suit, and to your chagrin it's hard to say if there's any loft to his middle at all. Jade is so big, you figure, that it would probably take a lot of food to visibly round out his stomach—

Damn it.

Suddenly, a tap comes to your shoulder. Jade has rested his careful fingertips there, and is looking down at you. "Are you alright?" he quietly inquires.

"Yes," you reply at once. "I'm fine, thank you."

There is a paper-thin pause, and then Jade's expression shifts. You cannot tell how, but he looks a touch more inquisitive, and your guts plunge in something like dread.

"Truly?" he says. "The cake settled in your stomach without a fuss?"

You look down at the crumbs on your plate. "Yeah," you reply.

"Good," says Jade, and removes his hand from your shoulder to press at his stomach. By some otherworldly talent, he makes the action look polished and genteel. "As for me," he continues, "I'm afraid I cannot-mmmrph! —say the same."

Desperately, you wish that you could control your blush. "Aww, I'm sorry," you manage to spit out as you fastidiously take up the task of smooshing cake crumbs beneath the tines of your fork.

"Please, don't be," Jade replies, and when you risk a glance back up at him, there is an eager glint in his eye. "It's... nothing I'd complain about."

For the next few minutes, you make a handsome attempt at socializing. It is not as if Jade's burps are the only thing you can think about, after all. At least, you are fine now and not during one—

In the middle of one of your own sentences, you are interrupted by a meaty growl behind Jade's lips.

"Excuse me," he mutters to the people around him —you— and dabs at his face with a napkin.

The cake is long since gone. You had one slice, as did most of the other party guests, and the not insubstantial remainder had vanished into Jade and his brother Floyd.

The latter, sitting across the table from the pair of you, props his head up on an elbow and points his fork at Jade. "Shut your gullet, Jade," he says. "They're trying to talk."

While you are touched by Floyd's words, Jade shoots him a venomous look. "M-my apologies," he simpers in your direction. "I pray you will excuse my rudeness-hrgk!" One hand flying to his mouth, Jade looks almost ready to cry as a long belch spills out into his napkin.

He really is too good at this.

"Whatever," Floyd says. "I'm going to go walk around, if any of you guys wanna join me." Leaning back, he gives his tummy a slap. "All that cake sank like a rock inside 'a me, and I don't wanna fight a stomachache to sleep tonight."

Most of the other party guests seem either keen on the idea of spurring their own digestion, or curious to find out where Floyd's meanderings might take him, because before long, you and Jade are the only ones left at the table.

"If I have your leave," Jade says, "I believe I will retire to my room." There's something ever so slightly more relaxed about the way he speaks now. "Though, if I don't... you're welcome to come with me."

This sounds like a funny way of asking to hang out, but Jade can only mean something else.

Whatever it is, you cannot help but want it.

The moment you enter the bedroom behind him, Jade closes and locks the door. After entreating you to sit, he takes off his jacket and shoes, and you cannot help but notice something... un-Jadelike about his movements. He is clearly sluggish from the cake, but he moves with a certain stumbling indolence that suggests he's accepted the fact... or chooses not to hide it. After propping up a small, inclined stack of pillows, he flops down into bed and lets out a long sigh of satisfaction, almost like a drunkard arriving home after a long night.

A thick, bassy burp stifled behind pressed lips breaks the quiet. "Excuse me," he says matter-of-factly.

"You ate a lot of that cake, huh?"

His hands are folded over his lower belly, and his legs are straight, but the smile he gives you is far from formal. "As was my prerogative," he says.

"No, I don't blame you," you reply at once. "It was really good. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Happy birthday, Jade."

Jade opens his mouth to speak, but the words come out a hissed whisper. "Th-thank you—" He is rubbing into his belly with his fingertips now, expression visibly pained.

"Do you feel okay?"

"I'm fine," he says, words rushed, "It's just— the one—" His eyes and mouth snap open. "BWUUUuuAAArrP!"

The way his whole body jerks with the motion will no doubt leave a lasting imprint on your mind. The impenetrably polite Jade Leech had just let out an eructation that sounded like... that. It is more than you have ever dreamed of.

"I beg your pardon," Jade says, and there is a delectable softness in his voice and bearing now. "I do hate to be so rude."

Steeling yourself, you say the words that you are sure Jade will see right through: "Sounds like you really needed to get that out."

Jade blinks, and you think you can detect a blush on his cheeks once more. After a long moment, his face breaks into a smile, where you can see the jagged outlines of his teeth. "Indeed," he purrs, "but 'getting them out' is so nice that I find the preceding pains are quite worth having."

His gaze is boring holes into your face, and all at once you realize how flustered you must look. You cannot begin to think of a response, but he saves you the trouble by beckoning.

"Come," he says, "sit by my side, or lie down with me, if you wish."

Shyly, you approach the bed, and sink down next to him, folding one leg underneath you whilst letting the other dangle off the side.

Jade is not wearing his gloves now, so your skin touches his when he takes your hand in his own.

"Forgive me if I presume incorrectly," he says, "but... would you like to... aid in my digestion?"

Your words barely come out a whisper. "You mean rubbing your stomach?"

He chuckles. "Yes."

All you can do is nod, and reach down to softly stroke his belly.

Jade himself unbuttons his collar, and you quickly take the job over for him, opening his shirt to reveal the skin of his front, dewy soft and almost shockingly pale like the petals of a water lily.

Finally, you can see there is indeed a slight roundness to his belly, a smooth, plump line down from his ribcage to the waistband of his pants.

"You ate well," you admire.

"Urph–Thank you. I try to."

With both hands, you grab Jade's belly, feeling his thin layer of fat guarding the firm press of food inside, and, very gently, you push.

It takes a moment to even register what is happening: Jade is slicing the silence with a stupendously loud belch. For several seconds more, it drags on, forceful and brash, as if it would be exploding violently out of anyone who was not Jade. Instead, Jade's measured stomach muscles keep a steady volume and pace, pushing the gas dutifully out of his stomach and into your space.

His eyebrows are knitted, and his bottom lip juts out in a way most ungentlemanly. When, at last, the eructation is over, he relaxes and lets out a low moan.

"Thank you," he says, and pulls a handkerchief from his pocket to dab at his lips.

Your palms feel slightly numbed from the rumbling, and the skin of Jade's stomach feels foreign now that, save for his breathing, it is still. You raise an eyebrow. "No pardon me," you say, "just thank you?"

Letting a breath out through his nose, Jade pockets the handkerchief and shifts slightly towards you, into your touch. "Hmm," he says. He is gazing up at you with that expression of distant curiosity he wears while watching people suffer. You, however, perched beside him and gently cradling his soft and vulnerable belly, are very far from suffering.

"I rather thought," says Jade, "your agreeing to this little arrangement meant your consent to hear some —rrRrp— rather impolite noises. If this is not the case, however, I would be glad to ask your pardon every time. Such phrases do not wear out, of course."

Jade is smiling, now, and you cannot help but marvel at the shape and timing of his petite mid-sentence burp. So few people have such mastery over their own bodies, and here Jade is, using it to—

He is looking at you expectantly. "Well?"

"Oh!" you answer at once, broken from your distraction. "N-no, of course you don't have to say excuse me every time; I don't mind."

"Lovely," says Jade. "UuuUUUuurbp— I am grateful for your unending patience."

You smile in return, trying to look disarming, trying to hide what his burps were doing to you, to appear as if both you and he were unaware.

Jade clears his throat. "If I could trouble you to—"

You blink. "Oh! Your tummy. Yeah; right."

As you work, you can feel the impressive volume of cake Jade has eaten. Much of it has consolidated into a dense lump, and his belly is soft all around it. When you give the firm mass a squeeze, Jade lets out a low belch. So it truly was just the cake spawning all those burps...

You poke the side of his belly, and his face immediately contorts into a pout. "Ah— Please don't—"

"Oh, sorry!" you correct yourself at once, and press a soft palm into the area. "How's this?"

"That feels very good," Jade admits, and his whole body relaxes.

"Yeah, that's it!" you chime, continuing to apply gentle pressure. "Don't worry about a thing, Jade. I'm here to take care of you."

It takes a moment, then, to convince yourself that your ears do not deceive you, and a little whimper has in fact slipped out of Jade. "A hand on the other side, if you don't mind," he says.

Carefully, you squeeze from the other side, cradling his belly in your hands. Something within him gurgles.

"Ohhh," he moans, "I can feel it moving around."

"It?"

"Please, some pressure up beneath my ribs, i-if I could trouble you."

With two fingers, you locate the spot beneath his sternum where his belly meets his chest, and you press.

An almighty gurgle crawls up Jade's throat.

Within seconds, there is a tiny, high-pitched "oh", and a massive belch breaks free from between his lips.

"BbuUUUUUUUUUUUUURrrrgghhhrrrRRRUUUUph!"

Jade's belly feels significantly softer under your hands.

"Fuck," he curses, and he is panting to regain his breath, brows furrowed, and all the while you caress soothing circles into his stomach.

In a flash, his eyes train back on you. "That felt marvelous," he sighs.

You try to manage an awkward laugh; you are blushing hard. "It sounded great."

He reaches a hand up, utters a "May I?", and, hearing no objection, coils a long finger around a piece of your hair before letting go and petting down your face. "If you liked that," he coos, "I have more where that came from, just for you."

Jade lets another burp rumble up behind closed lips, sweet and deep, more like humming than belching after a meal.

"H-Hey," you say, "it's your birthday, not mine!"

Tenderly, Jade strokes his thumb down your jawline. "—mmrph—It is as much a treat for me," he says, "getting to see you like this. Your simply being here, not to mention your touch, is a gift in itself."

Here's an idea for a fic if you're interested! Jade is really full from overindulging at his birthday celebration, and he's really gassy, which is why he keeps muffling these really thick, meaty burps in his mouth that the MC can hear rumbling in his cheeks and gets flustered. When the MC takes him to his room, they start unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing his belly and he's still muffling his burps, until a really big one he can't hold in forces itself past his lips. At first, he's embarrassed, but when he notices how red the MC's face gets, he quickly deduces that they're into it and decides to give them a show, letting them knead on his belly while he does away with his manners and lets out some of the biggest, lengthiest burps the MC has ever heard.

this is an absolutely lovely scenario!! i'm not sure if i have it in me to write this right now but i might later + publishing the ask in case anyone else would like to give it a go!

[translightyagami]

33, 37, 42 + 44 for lawlight! <3

What kind of presents do they get each other? Do they only do it on special occasions?

light doesn’t get L a lot of presents. if something doesn’t benefit him, he doesn’t rlly think abt it and what will a gift do for him in the long run? he’s already got L as a boyfriend so what else does he need to gain? but if he sees something that just feels very L he’ll pick it up. like one time he found a rlly nice set of notebooks and wrote out a long note to go along with it.

L drops a lot of presents on light but they r all things that he wants light to try. like he’ll give him a bunch of CDs and call it a present even tho its just him trying to get light to listen to pink floyd. he just wants them to b able to talk abt those things bc light is always very insightful in his commentary and idk. i feel like L enjoys when they hv discussions. he likes to unpack things w light.

they rlly don’t adhere to holidays. tbh they usually forget. gifts r more like a little thing they drop on each other like kiss on the forehead.

How much would they be willing to sacrifice for the other? Any lines they refuse to cross?

at the beginning they would sell each other to satan for one corn chip but over time they grow more and more fond of each other. they start to realize what’s worth something in the other and covet those things.

part of me wants to say light wouldn’t extend himself super far for literally anyone but then again....he rlly rlly loves L. i think that, given a severe enough situation, he’d put himself in danger for L. superficial stuff tho, he doesn’t care. light comes first for light. and honestly its the same for L. they’d lay down for each other in dire circumstances but something like.....light wanting to go somewhere nice for his birthday but it coinciding with like a skype that L is hving w the police in moscow....L’s not gonna step down and cancel just bc light wants to hv a special night.

lines that L can’t cross with light: anything abt his dad, handcuffs and kira.

lines light can’t cross with L: watari, the way he stands and when he stims with his sweets (re: stacking, breaking or organizing them while he is talking or being talked to)

Do they let each other get away with things that would normally bother them?

for the first part of their relationship, no. they’d call each other on every single misstep and act like they won the world championship at arguments. slowly, tho, light stops pointing out when L leaves crumbs in the bed and just starts sweeping them off without comment. and L notices that and stops making snide comments when light makes weirdly loud humming noises when he writes notes. they won’t let each other....get away with things....but its more like they accept that even if they act like assholes to each other, that won’t change the other person’s behavior.

Are they comfortable with each other? Anything they have to have their privacy for?

they are incredibly comfortable around each other. as two ppl who are very fake in their day to day lives, L and light r open in their personalities around each other. they don’t hide their flaws or annoying personality traits bc, on some deep level, they know the other person still likes them despite those uglier parts.

light needs privacy when he reads. if L is in the room, he gets distracted bc he wants to talk bc light can’t see another person without desperately wanting them to know his every thought. L doesn’t hv a huge need for privacy so much as he likes solitude and has learned that he needs to verbally tell light this otherwise light will just walk into the room to tell L all abt this great grapefruit he just ate. in the beginning of their relationship they were super adamant abt privacy in the bathroom but now light will just b like “i gotta go poop” and leave the door open so that L can keep reading off possible suspects.