#I just escaped design hell with Ruggie...

[bleublazesart]

So I drew Leona's hair, about to color him in and I suddenly am not feeling the curly locks...

So I did some sketching and now I can't decide. Send help and Cheetos.

but in all seriousness, could I get a vote?

[nonsensical-twistedriddles]

Hiii, could I request the dorm leaders (if you don't accept many characters, could you do for Mallus, Leona and Vil?) saving their s/o (female) from other students (maybe they are bullying them or something like that)? I'm srry if it's difficult to understand, my English is not very good >

hello hello ! i’m sorry i took so long, dear anon ! this is probably one of the first asks i’ve gotten and started on but couldn’t properly finish until now (my siblings helped me a lot by giving me ideas) ! hope you enjoy (i have a surprise for you) ! the cutie with malleus is @evil-and-twisted‘s oc, astra ゜:(つд⊂):゜。i’m sorry i could only do four

leona kingscholar

You two only started dating recently and, though he knew that people probably heard about it from rumors, he wasn’t going to take any chances.

He has told you time and time again not to try and visit him in his dorm, even going out of his way to make schedules with designated meeting areas just to appease you (and that’s a lot considering it’s him)

If you asked him why he insisted on keeping you away from Savanaclaw, he’d reply with, “It’ll be troublesome.” or anything along the lines. This always seemed to make you mad though he brushes it off as ‘hot air’.

He should’ve figured that you’d get tired of being told to stay away and that one day, you’ll actually decide to show up in his dorm regardless of how much he has told you not to.

He was napping when you came by. Ruggie had to pull him out of bed just to get him up.

“Ruggie you damn basta-” 

“Leona! Quick, Y/N is in trouble!”

His eyes widened in surprise. “What?” he jumps to his feet and, while Ruggie was trying to explain to him what happened, he hears you squeal. He rushes over to his balcony and looks out to see you being ganged up on by a couple of his dorm members just outside. 

“You’re going to pay for entering our territory, girly!” one of them shouts, making you back away slowly with hands raised. 

This idiot, he mentally groans. “Ruggie, I get that you wanted to tell me about this but why the hell didn’t you try to help her first?” Ruggie only shrugs at this, snickering. Leona shakes his head at him before jumping out of his window and landing in front of you and his fellow dorm members. “Stop,” he says as you all pause and stare at him wide-eyed. “Dorm Leader Leona!” As he was being enthusiastically greeted by his dorm members, he looks at you and checks to see if you’ve managed to get yourself hurt. When he finishes and concludes that there was nothing broken or scratched, he casually puts an arm around you and glares at his dorm members. 

“Run along, all of you, or be prepared to face the consequences,”

There was a lot of protesting, so much that Leona almost regrets trying to listen to any of them, but finally, Ruggie appears to help out and they all disperse, leaving you alone with Leona. “I told you not to come here,” Leona says, as one hand covers the yawn that escapes his mouth after while the other intertwines itself with yours. “Hey, I could’ve taken them on!” you said with a confidence that makes him laugh.

“Come on, let’s take a nap together,”

vil schoenheit

You two were a well known couple, especially since Vil was a famous celebrity/model.

Though mostly supportive, there were still a handful of his fans that weren’t alright with you and him dating; nitpicking at every possible thing they saw wrong with you, him and your relationship with him: “You’re just using him to gain fame!” “He could do better.” “You’re not even that pretty!” “He doesn’t even care about what his fans think!” “You don’t even care about his work!”

If it bothered you or not, Vil would always be there to reassure you and keep you away from all the nasty people that “have nothing else to do besides hate on you or him”. He’ll protect you.

It was late in the afternoon, classes were over and he was coming over to your classroom to pick you up, when he saw you being surrounded by a group of his fans from school.

You were putting on a good front, though it was obvious enough with your troubled eyes that you wanted nothing more than to leave. “What an ugly sight,” his silky voice echoes all throughout the room, making you all turn to him in surprise. He walks over to you and places himself firmly between you and the group. “I’m sorry I made you wait, darling,” he says as he brushes the hair on your face to the back of your ear and checks to see if you were alright. He pauses when he sees your face shift; you were on the verge of tears.

Slowly, as if he was letting the anger build up inside him, he turns to the group of fans and smiles bitterly. “If I ever see any of you around her again,” he glares at each one, letting the threat sink in before continuing, “-well, let’s just say that it won’t be pretty for you, or for me.”

When he finishes, he turns back to you with a bright smile then places a hand on your back. Not even bothering to be polite enough to say goodbye, he guides you out of there and brings you back to his dorm to calm you down and let you rest.

malleus draconia

He was used to people talking about him in hushed voices.

Normally he wouldn’t care about what people talked about him behind his back and would leave the people to their gossip. 

But you would always tell him about what you hear, all angered and frustrated at what the rumors had to say about him as if you were the one being talked about. “I’m your girlfriend,” you’d say in defense to this, pouting as if that would explain everything and he’d chuckle at your strange reasoning and kiss you on the top of your head, replying, “Ah yes, you most definitely are, aren’t you,”

He was heading over to the cafeteria to eat with you when he heard you yell in protest.

“That’s not true!” you exclaimed from across the room while slamming your hands on a cafeteria table where a group of students were chuckling about something. One of the students got up and sized you up, smirking, “Hm?”

“Stop spreading lies about Malleus!” you said, “You don’t even know who he is or at least tried to get to know him!” you looked up at the student, eyes flared and determined. He finds this amusing, seeing you defend him so he lets it play out for a while until the student raises their fist in the air and throws it back, as if readying to hit you— their fist never reaches you. 

Instantaneously, he appears beside you and catches their fist “W-What the hell?” they stammered out as he looks down on them while tiny specks of green dust shimmer and fade all around him. 

There was no need for words; Malleus’ eyes curled menacingly at the student as his hands protectively circle around you. The student apologizes on the spot and though he’d want nothing more than to make them regret ever thinking of trying to hurt you, he needed to get you away.

azul ashengrotto

He always had someone tailing you (usually Floyd or Jade) just in case you got into any sort of trouble.

“Just a safety precaution.” he said in a casual tone with hands raised, as if it was something that you shouldn’t bother yourself with when you brought it up to him. 

At first it creeped you out; you’d constantly tell him that it wasn’t necessary and that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself,

But as time went on, you hadn’t really minded it as much as you used to, seeing this as one of his weird ways of showing how much he cares for you, though you did scold him for being “overly paranoid” and told him to not to overwork/ tire the people watching over you too much.

It happened when you were walking back to your dorm from school. Jade had informed him that a group of students he recognized were people who ended up not meeting contract requirements and had to give up some valuables to Azul in order to compensate, were quietly following you since you came out of your last class.

“That wicked bastard thinks he’s slick,” one of them says as they corner you into a wall, “I wonder what his face will look like when he realizes that he couldn’t protect his precious little girlfriend.” The others erupt in laughter as they slowly step closer and closer to you with smirks and fists raised, as if savouring the moment. Their enjoyment, however, is short-lived.

Hands suddenly pull away the one who was cornering you and, before you could even register what had happened, a hand tugs you out of where you were from the wall and onto a warm chest. “Unfortunately for you all,” Azul says, smiling smugly at the students who were now being played with by Floyd and Jade, “I don’t think you’ll have the chance to even see it.”

“Azul?” you call out to him, surprised.

His smile shifts into a more at ease and relieved one when he looks at you. “Still think I’m overly paranoid?” he asks. Seeing the light in his eyes, you laugh and reply, “Indubitably,”

After the incident, he made sure to add to every new contract that if a client, by any means, tries to hurt you, their magic and the rest of their possessions are automatically surrendered to Azul.

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

Halloween Preparations

Well, it’s time for the Halloween special. Crowley decides to pair the dorms together and put each group in charge of planning for one part of the holiday.

---

Trey attempted to calm Idia with a pat on the shoulder as Riddle went on another tirade. The Ignihyde dorm leader was shaking, not used to interacting with someone as aggressive as Riddle (or anyone, for that matter).

“I don’t see why the pumpkins should be orange,” Riddle insisted. “They look far nicer in red!”

“Well, then we’ll give everyone the option of painting their pumpkins after they carve them!” Cater said cheerfully, trying to calm Riddle’s temper. “And if you prefer them in red, you can paint yours red...”

Event planning would have been so much easier if Crowley had just let Idia do it by himself.

“Mister Riddle!” Ortho called, “I finished setting up the projector for the movies!”

“Perfect,” Riddle said with a smile. “At least someone in this group is competent. And did you get all the movies from my list?”

“Yep! Everything’s ready for scary movie night!”

Cater sighed in relief. At least the first year seemed to be able to calm their dorm leader.

“Wait, where is Ace?” Deuce asked before Cater slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Do NOT set Riddle off again!” Cater whispered. “Ace probably couldn’t take it and decided to escape, and we should be happy for him, not have Riddle send out a hunting party!”

Deuce nodded, a bit jealous that his rival was able to escape.

---

“He’s been going off about the color of the pumpkins all day,” Ace sighed, hanging up rubber spiders.

“What kind of pumpkin isn’t orange?” Floyd grumbled. “I swear, if I show up for pumpkin carving and they’re red, I’m starting my own pumpkin carving booth!”

“Riddle’s head would explode!” Ace commented, laughing at the mental image of Riddle’s reaction.

“Speaking of Riddle,” Jamil spoke up, addressing the twins, “Where’s your dorm leader? He said he’d be here an hour ago.”

“Eh,” Jade replied, “He said something about decorating the whole campus to be ‘drudgery.’ So he stayed back at the cafe. Where’s your dorm leader?”

“He’s...” Jamil froze. “Ace! Did you see Kalim leave?”

“Uh, yeah. He headed back to Scarabia to pick up a few things.”

“Dammit,” Jamil groaned. “He’s going to get lost. I’m going to go find him... And you two,” he added, glaring at the twins, “Go get Azul and bring him back here, or I’ll drag him here myself.”

“Psh. Why should we do anything you tell us to do?” Floyd chuckled.

Jamil paused... and smiled. “Why don’t skeletons ever go trick-or-treating?”

Both of the twins froze in horror... 

“Right on it, Mr. Viper!” Jade answered, scrambling for the door.

“Yeah, Azul will be here when you get back!” Floyd added, sprinting down the hall with his brother.

“I could get used to that,” Jamil smirked. “Ace, I’ll be back with Kalim as soon as I can.”

---

“I still don’t know why Crowley put us in charge of food and drink,” Leona groaned. “I can’t cook, and I’m willing to bet you sure as hell can’t either.”

“He put us in charge of food,” Vil sighed, “Because I’m an amazing chef, and because he had nowhere else to put you Savanaclaw heathens.”

“I’m just wondering why he didn’t put Octavinelle on catering duty.”

Vil shuddered as he remembered last year’s Halloween. “Because last year they enchanted the food to convince people to sign more contracts.”

“Never would have suspected it,” Rook sighed, interrupting. “But anyway, was it two or three cups of sugar, Vil?”

“Two.”

“Put in three,” Leona commented.

“You’re a cat! You can’t even taste sweet things!”

“Excuse you, I’m more human than lion!”

Rook sighed as their bickering continued, and turned his attention to Jack, who was quietly making popcorn balls away from the commotion.

“Where’s Zahir?”

“Not here. Shouldn’t you be more worried about your missing dorm member? Epel?”

“He’s not missing! He’s off with that Ruggie boy,” Rook huffed. “And our dorm leaders are already giving me a headache without bringing up those two.”

The door opened, and Zahir stepped into the kitchen, locking eyes with Rook.

The blond lion turned to leave, before Rook grabbed his arm and dipped him so low that his hair brushed the floor. “My dearest Zahir! How I have missed your company~!”

Zahir looked up at Jack from his rather embarrassing position. “Please kill me.”

Jack went back to his cooking, ignoring Zahir’s request.

Rook pressed a bit of red velvet cake to Zahir’s lips. “I pilfered a little cake for you! I heard you like red velvet~!”

He glared at Rook. “If I eat it, will you let me go?”

Rook only smiled that infuriating smile.

“Rook, leave the mongrel alone!” Vil called from the other side of the kitchen.

Sighing, Rook pulled Zahir back up to standing, putting the cake in his hand. “Oh, why must he ruin our time together~?”

Vil rolled his eyes, turning back to the cupcakes he’d pulled out of the oven just five minutes ago.

Three were missing. Two of them were in Leona’s hands, and he last was being scarfed down by the Savanaclaw dorm leader.

“I’m a bad chef, am I?”

---

The Diasomnia dorm arrived at Mortercitus, which was already being decorated as the haunted house.

Arawn greeted them without enthusiasm, not looking up from his clipboard.

“Where’s your gross dorm leader?” Lilia asked.

Arawn groaned, rubbing his temples. “Whatever you do, don’t bother him, Vanrouge. I’ve had enough anxiety today as is.”

“You’re no fun.” Lilia rolled his eyes, pulled out a bag of candy, and went to watch everyone from the corner. 

“Where is Deidrick?” Malleus inquired.

“He’s in his library,” Arawn sighed. “I wouldn’t go up there by myself though. He’s not expecting you to arrive for another hour.”

Malleus sighed. “Well, someone needs to go get him.”

“I’ll go!” Sebek volunteered.

“No, I can do it. Besides, I have the best chance of coming back unharmed.”

Malleus entered the huge castle, taking in the atmosphere. The Mortercitus common room was at least three times as large as Diasomnia’s... It was beautiful, but it felt rather lonely.

Everything was ornate and well-designed. The furniture was expensive yet obviously comfortable, the floor was black marble, and chandeliers hung from what must have been at least a thirty foot high ceiling.

Though, disturbingly, there were skeletons standing on the sides of the room, wearing suits of black armor and holding real weapons.

Knowing Deidrick’s taste in decor, Malleus guessed they were real.

And that’s when something crashed into his back, sending him crashing to the floor.

Whatever had hit him screeched and scrambled across the room.

“Draconia, are you hurt?”

Malleus looked up at a disheveled-looking Deidrick Morkond. “I’m fine. What was that?”

Deidrick cleared his throat. “Well... As long as you don’t tell the headmaster...”

Malleus sighed, holding out a hand for Deidrick to help him off the floor. The other dorm leader took him by the arm, pulling up up off the black marble.

“Alright, I won’t tell Crowley.”

“Thank you... It’s an imp.”

“You summoned a demon?” Malleus asked, eyes widening. “Is this some kind of Halloween trick?”

“No, no...” Deidrick mumbled. “I only meant to study it. You know I’m always looking for new information to add to my library.”

“Should I help...?”

“No, I have security measures for this sort of thing,” Deidrick said, then snapped his fingers. 

At his order, the skeletons around the room animated, following the path of the imp. Deidrick smirked as Malleus’s eyes widened, proud of his skill in necromancy. 

“I trust you won’t share that information with Crowley? Or worse yet, Vanrouge?”

Malleus cleared his throat, opening the door to leave. “Let’s just... Get to the haunted house.”