#Overblot cater

[breezy-cheezy]

Febuwhump day 9: Voice Loss (un)Natural Disaster

So these are gonna be kinda late (and out of order) from here on out since it’s MARCH but hey some of these were solidly set up!! School just was A lot. Anyway.

@forwantofacalling wrote a Drabble and shared it in our discord about Cater Overblotting and Trey tracking him down after the fact. 12/10, painful concept, here’s a drawin.

Please do not tag this with shipping tags, this is meant to be portrayed as platonic, thanks!

[thesunshineriptide]

Kind of angst but Cater overblotting 🥲

Initially I was planning on writing something but I realized it was just a bit too….hmm. It didn’t fit right. So now we’re back to more general headcanons like I did for the tweels.

Overblot Cater

Cater is not someone you’d ever want to overblot. His unique magic is absolutely insane, even if it drains him quite a bit.

But also, he tamps down all of his emotions all of the time, and they’re bound to come out eventually.

All it takes is a bad week and he’s snapped. Maybe it’s a bunch of things compounded, but I honestly think that it would go something like this:

Cater’s helping out but not advertising it, someone complains because it looks like he’s slacking. Maybe Riddle snaps at him, tells him it’s his duty to help out. Cater snaps back, gesturing to all of his Cater clones. Riddle would apologize, except for the fact that Cater had an attitude and was rude, and he’s not taking that. Now, Cater and Riddle are yelling at each other until they’re blue in the face. Trey steps in, just tells Cater to apologize for whatever it is and everything can go back to being fine.

Cater snaps and yells everything on his mind, nothing to hold him back. Riddle yells back, and makes the mistake of one little insult.

“Worthless…?” Cater mumbled, “Yes, I suppose that’s true. All I am and all I will ever be is just a silly little influencer, dancing like a puppet on a string for you all. No friends, no talents, just worthless.” He spat. “But if I’m worthless, then you must be truly helpless.”

He overblots.

He’s painted red and black and white and just as elegant as Riddle was, but distinctly less…pretty. He has a sparkly look to him, like hard and cold gemstones. He’s pale, the white from the edges of his hair moving up to make him look cold. The true king of diamonds.

All of his clones look like card soldiers of yore, and act like them too, completely devoid of feeling. Bodies to occupy space, spears in hand.

The phantom behind him looks similar to the white queen from the live action Alice in Wonderland, mixed with elements of the white rabbit (try and figure that one out)

Cater immediately creates his own army, copying himself over and over until most of the room was filled with him. Instead of his normal fun loving attitude, they’re all completely silent, staring at Riddle and Trey blankly.

Riddle, immediately full of guilt and terror, tries to stop it in the way he knows best.

Riddle readied himself, slinging his signature spell at Cater.

This, unfortunately, did not stop him. The collar clamped on, yes, but Cater’s consciousness simply moved to one of his clones.

“Oh Riddle,” he cooed, “Poor, poor Riddle. The tyrant of Heartslabyul, the baby that needs someone to care for him.” He looked at him thoughtfully, then shook his head and clicked his tongue, “You need to grow up.”

“Cater.” Trey tried, face stern, “Please, I-“

“Yes, yes, I know. You’re emotionally responsible for everyone, you’re the dependable big brother, you’re the one looking out for everyone. You and I are close, but you and Riddle are closer. Isn’t that what you said?”

He looked like he’d been slapped in the face as all of Cater’s clones moved closer.

“Why do you always take his side, hmm? Because he had a rough childhood? Guess what, everyone does. You two act so high and mighty, like you know what’s best for everything and everyone, yet you never ask what people want.”

“I did ask.” Trey said firmly, “I’ve asked you over and over. You didn’t want to talk about it.”

“With the way you coddle Riddle? No, I didn’t. Not with you.” Cater looked between them, then to the student that had complained in the first place. “I’m done with this.” Cater said simply as every card soldier lunged.

In the same moment, Riddle cried out a spell, sending everyone flying back.

Riddle’s magic managed to dissipate the clones for a little bit, melting them into goopy ink pools. They cried and moaned until Cater simply reabsorbed them.

I’d imagine that it would take a long time to actually beat Cater, and talking it out wouldn’t be an option. Man is a one man army that can just continue spawning for as long as he needs to when he’s in unlimited magic mode.

It would probably take a bunch of help from some high level mages before they get him down.

When he wakes up, he just apologizes to everyone and tries to act like he’s fine, back to the happy go lucky Cater that everyone sees, but nobody buys it and he’s forced to confront the fact he’s not okay.

Mandatory therapy. Not from the school, but from Riddle.

Ironically, him overblotting brings Cater and Riddle closer together, and they start talking about shit like adults. Their feelings and stuff.

Trey doesn’t understand them, but Caters words hit him deep, and his behavior adjusts.

Whole on whole, he’s okay in the end

[justanotherfanfolks]

Unfortunately for everyone, I love Book 1.

[hisui-dreamer]

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt, Lilia Vanrouge

pick one from above when you read this!!

thinking about how upset he is when he's learned you've been reckless and put yourself in so much danger again and how could you do that?? what if something happened to you?? how could he live without you, after learning to love you so much that it became his greatest source of happiness? he's holding you by the shoulders, so, so worried that he can't think straight and he doesn't think he can forgive you this time-

but you take his hand gently, cutting off his train of thoughts. you carefully lift his hand to cup your cheek, nuzzling into gently.

"forgive me, love?"

...ok maybe he will forgive you.

but you better start explaining yourself and how you'll avoid getting into dangerous situations again. at the very least he should be by your side if you're in danger! he's your lover after all, he should be protecting you!

and don't forget the extended cuddle session required to calm his nerves. they've gotten so sensitive now that you're around, you know?

[dropdeadgorgeos]

Why hasn't Kalim overblotted?

Why hasn't Ruggie overblotted?

Why hasn't Epel overblotted?

Why hasn't Cater overblotted?

Why hasn't Lilia overblotted?

Why hasn't Trey overblotted?

Why hasn't Sebek overblotted?

Why hasn't Deuce overblotted?

[Ace would to if he could!!]

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Song: Love and War by Diane Birch

A small Twisted wonderland animatic for the first two overblots. I learned a lot and had fun, may go back and do the rest of the song at some point.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Ink and Magic - The Rose-Red Tyrant

Author Notes: So this is a sort of halfway non canon compliant what if with the overblots and their aftermath. I've been considering, for quite some time now, why the Prefect (reader) gets to see what amounts to the overblot victims memories and hear what seems to be their thoughts regarding said memories. So I guess you could say this is a kind of headcanon for what happens in those moments. This isn't exactly romantic. in fact, I would say it counts as more platonic, but it certainly can be taken as shippy. This will also be a series, though the Diasomnia section won't come out until that entire matter is resolved in game. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for Book 1: The Rose-Red Tyrant!!

[Heartslabyul: You're Here!] [Savanaclaw] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia] [Pomefiore] [Ignihyde] [Diasomnia: To be released]

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fic series/ Can be platonic or romantic/ fluff/ angst/ comfort/ Spoilers for Heartslabul overblot.

Word Count: 2311

The ground was a brutal red. Covered in crushed and bruised rose petals that mixed with dark ink and made everything slippery. 

All I could hear were the screams and shouts from those nearby, but rather than fleeing or continuing to shout directions and warnings until my voice was hoarse, I stood silently. Watching in quiet horror as Riddle stumbled, reeling from the magical attacks he’d just received from his fellow dorm-mates. 

His once soft gray eyes were a violent red and wide open as he stared at me with an expression that spoke of shock. Like his entire world had just come crashing down like a house of cards around him.

He was no longer a form of horror, as the monstrosity behind him collapsed in a flood of ink that spread across the already-soaked ground. 

Instead, Riddle now looked pitiful. Like a lost child. He was trembling all over, but he’d at long last stopped attacking, and I honestly wondered if he’d simply run out of steam.

But as I looked at him, an unexpected sorrow swelled within my heart and caught me off-guard as the young man looked down at his hands, still blackened with ink stains.

Bitter tears began to fill his red eyes, and his previously loud voice wavered as he began to speak, “I…. I was wrong?! But that’s…. Impossible…..” 

His hands came up to cover his eyes and hide the tears that now threatened to roll down his too-pale face.

 He was no longer a creature perfectly fit for nightmares, and my heart seized painfully at his next words. So soft and broken that they were barely audible, “Isn’t it…Mother?”

 With those words, he gave a shudder and stumbled forward, his hands limply falling away from his face, which was now streaked with ink from his stained hands.

This was a Riddle I’d never seen before. One that was completely different from the mature but tyrannical young man I’d met.

 This was a young boy who was lost, broken, and one that I simply couldn’t abandon in this moment.

I didn’t know if it was instinct or something else, but something drove me forwards. Spurring me into running towards the young man, who had begun to collapse forward. 

My feet slid against the inky but tattered rose petals that littered the ground. Evidence of the horror we’d all just witnessed. The other students' voices followed me as they let out alarmed cries. Ace’s voice was perhaps the most prominent as he shouted my name. 

The panic in his voice almost made me want to stop even as my tired legs continued to carry me forward.

In truth, I had only one thought in my mind: that the young man in front of me, Riddle, didn’t need to be alone. 

It was a truth that was whispered to me from within my own mind. Something I knew as a solid fact even though I had no proof.

I barely even knew Riddle. All I knew of him was tyranny.

But I held out my arms, catching the small young man that I now realized was quite frail despite the immense magical power he possessed.

 He clung desperately to my shirt with trembling hands, and a sob tore its way out of him. I could practically feel the cold ink staining my shirt as it seeped through the thin fabric, and we both sank to the ground. 

He was exhausted, with his head drooping towards me like he could no longer stay awake. And as my knees hit the soggy ground, a wave of fatigue washed over me that promised me peace if I would just let it carry me away. 

I faintly heard my name get called yet again, but it sounded far enough away to be in an entirely other world.

Perhaps it was a voice from my world, trying to call me back home.

But even with that thought in mind, I didn’t respond. Instead, I fell into a darkness that consumed me, and I slumped forward. Still holding the small, broken boy close to me. As if that could bring him the peace he seemed to so desperately need.

But I wasn’t meant to slumber peacefully here, and though the deep darkness of what I thought was deep sleep surrounded me, I was not truly resting.

I looked around in confusion, looking for someone else in this deep darkness. After all, it didn’t feel like I was alone. It felt like I was surrounded in a space that was filled with only myself and one other person.

 It was a strange sensation, one that left me feeling out of my depth as I glanced around in confusion. Finding that here, I was no longer exhausted or sore from the events that had just unfolded in Heartslabyul. 

Like a glitch on a television screen, the blackness flickered, and a hazy scene appeared. That reminded me of an old black-and-white movie recording. 

Even the voices were crackly.

“Happy 8th Birthday Riddle….” I frowned slightly and shook my head, wondering what I was seeing. 

I had to be dreaming, but…. Something about this didn’t feel like a dream. It felt more like I was trying to sift through my memories and was instead being faced with wholly unfamiliar images. 

A large woman stood, smiling down at an adorable red-haired boy whose face I immediately recognized with an alarmed jolt. 

Riddle. Without a doubt, that was the very same young man who’d just attacked me, my friends, and the other members of the Heartslabyul dorm in the midst of what I could only describe as a psychotic break.

I stared in a strange mixture of fascination and confusion at the scene before me as a voice that, unlike the others, was perfectly clear began to narrate the scene that lay before me. Riddle’s voice.

It sounded like he was right next to me, but when I turned, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I appeared to be alone. 

Alone, but I was wholly surrounded by the scene of what seemed to be his, Riddle’s, childhood.

 “I’d always wanted to try one of those tarts with the bright red strawberries….”

His voice was as solemn as ever as it calmly explained the thoughts and feelings of the child Riddle, who seemed to star in all of these scenes. But the image before me did not stay peaceful, and I soon came to realize a darker truth about what was unfolding in front of me.

I listened and watched with mounting horror as memories from Riddle’s childhood, barren of playing and fun, played in front of me like a film. Every bit of it was narrated by a numb-sounding Riddle himself.

My eyes went wide as a young, brightly smiling Trey flashed in front of me. He was accompanied by another boy, whom I soon realized was that cat-like fellow I’d met in the Heartslabyul maze. Chenya, I believed his name was.

It was then, right after their appearance, that everything truly began to snowball out of control. 

Tiny Riddle finally got to experience the joys of childhood, only to be caught by his mother, who enforced even more rigorous rules on him. And it was painful to see the small child, who would someday become the young man I’d met not too long ago, weep as he was denied some of the most basic aspects of childhood.

I was beyond enraged on behalf of the small child in front of me. But what made it worse was Riddle’s voice, which was still narrating each scene even though tears were slowly beginning to choke off his voice, “But Mom… Why? Why does my heart hurt so much?”

I covered my mouth, as if that could somehow help me cope, as I listened to the young man whom I could hear crying, but I couldn’t see nor comfort.

The scene in front of me slowly faded to black, leaving me only with Riddle’s voice, begging for an explanation as I turned, searching for him in vain. But he was invisible, in this darkness, as he pleaded for an answer to his questions, “Tell me, Mom, please….. What rule do I need to follow to make this pain go away?”

I closed my eyes, shaking my head as if that could somehow help me figure out what to do, and then, like flipping a switch, it all stopped.

I opened my eyes wearily, only to find I’d been crying silently as I‘d held Riddle close to my chest. My cheeks were even still wet, judging from how cold the breeze was on my face.

Riddle himself was still asleep. His expression slowly relaxed from an upset that matched his tear-choked voice, which I’d just been listening to, to a more peaceful one that suited him far better. 

And it was a relief to see him relax after having seen what I’d just witnessed in whatever that dream was.

 One of his hands was still fisted in my shirt as he clung to me like a small child, causing me to smile slightly even as I shifted to better examine him. I froze mid-motion as I heard a sharp inhale from just next to me. It was then that I realized that both me and Riddle were not, in fact, being supported by one another.

Instead, it was the young man who knelt next to us who held us upright with his arms wrapped securely around the two of us in a sort of embrace.

I looked over and made eye contact with warm, honey-colored eyes that stared at me, relief sweeping through them as I managed to croak out the man’s name, “Trey.”

He let out an exhale, a relieved smile appearing on his face as his grip on my arm tightened ever so slightly, almost like he was trying to reassure himself that I really was present and that all was well.

“Thank goodness. You’re back,” His voice was soft, more of a breath than anything, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he meant by ‘back’. 

But I didn’t get to ask, and he didn’t get to continue since I heard three familiar voices both yell the same name at the same time.

“Y/N!” 

I half turned, finding I was still exhausted and slumping against Trey a bit more as I spotted Ace and Deuce both staring at me in wide-eyed relief before they both took off as Cater, who was right behind them, was still turning to look at me. 

The two boys' feet dug into the still-inky ground as they darted towards where I knelt with Trey and Riddle. 

Deuce reached us first, hitting his knees and grasping my arms as he scanned me for injury, “Are you alright?”

His voice was trembling as he questioned me, looking up at me with wide, panicked eyes. His expression was mirrored by Ace, who was desperately asking me what had happened while Cater appeared behind them. Carefully scanning both me and Riddle.

“Hey, hey. You’re crowding them. They only just came too,” Trey’s grip on me shifted in an almost protective fashion as he spoke, and I realized I was still relying heavily on him for support.

Crowley walked up far more slowly than the others, his eyes on me and a frown on his face as he began to open his mouth to say something. 

But before he could speak, one of Riddle’s hands, which had been gripping my arm this entire time, tightened slightly, and he made a mumbling sound.

All eyes darted to the young man, who slowly opened his eyes, once more a soft grey not unlike that of a dove’s feathers, with a groan. 

He looked up, making eye contact with me before looking at Trey and then back at me. 

Cater was saying something to both of us, but I'd tuned it out almost completely as I scanned the boy for any injuries. 

Riddle continued to look up at me with hazy eyes as I carefully scanned his small form, frowning as I noted exactly how exhausted he still looked. 

After a brief moment, though, he pulled away from both me and Trey. Distancing himself as his eyes slowly cleared and the gravity of the entire situation sank in.

From there, the situation devolved fairly quickly, with numerous questions being asked and reconciliations being made. Trey swept in towards the end of things, with Cater by his side like two concerned parents. Demanding that me and Riddle both go to the infirmary for a checkup.

It wasn’t until we were alone in that cold room filled with cots that Riddle made eye contact with me once more, “My… memories. You saw them, didn’t you?”

I was silent for a moment as I recalled those strange scenes in flickering black-and-white before I at last nodded, “Yes, I don’t know what caused it but…. Yes, I believe I did…. I heard you too.”

He nodded, falling silent as we waited for the nurse to enter and give us a clean bill of health. After a few moments, he met my gaze again, “I think we…. Connected for a moment there. I don’t know how, but you saw my memories and heard my thoughts. And I… I felt you there.”

I watched him quietly, not sure of what to say as he fell silent. But I couldn’t blame him. I too wouldn’t know what to say or think if some had seen my memories.

After a moment, though, he looked over at me with a troubled expression before he spoke  quietly, “If I were you, I would tell the Headmaster about this.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say since something told me neither of us knew what this meant for me or him.

[duskymrel]

M O R E

n e ways my favorite was the gregsticles one tbh it was funny asf

[merakiui]

overblot! Riddle nonconning you in front of Ace and Deuce while going on about how this is the only thing a magicless nobody is good for 👍🏼

Omg yes,,,,,,,,

(cw: yandere, gender neutral, nsfw, non-con, humiliation/degradation, public sex)

Amidst a ruined, debris-ridden rose maze, a monster looms. No one dares stray close, lest they find themselves maimed and sent to the grave, and so they can only watch helplessly from the safety of overturned chairs, tables, and uprooted rose trees. The scene was once serene, an almost-perfect Unbirthday. Now it is desolate and bleak, a nightmarish reality that leaves thick, discomforting silence blanketing the grounds.

Riddle casts a grotesquely bone-chilling shadow, and his appearance mirrors that of a creature torn from the pages of a classic horror; that's the only way to describe him: cruel and cold, all sharp, vicious edges and thorns, dripping blot. He's on the verge of a supernova, toeing the line of life and death, a monstrous mage who has reached the consequences of a culmination of excessive magic, spilled over into bitter negativity. The aura that clings to him is, in a word, utterly terrifying.

And you're right there in his shadow, a fragile, caged thing bent down on your hands and knees. Your fingers curl into the grass, tearing clumps. No one dares to speak up, to demand he release you, to fight for your safety and dignity. Hopelessly collared, Ace and Deuce, your closest companions in all of this mess, look on in horror even though they don't mean to.

It's like a tragedy spun right before their eyes. They want to look away, but they can't. It's morbidly ensorcelling.

"Observe!" Riddle's voice booms, commanding absolute obedience and attention. His pallid hips press against your ass while clawed hands dig into your hips, holding you perfectly still. Blood is drawn; it seeps beneath his sharpened nails, leaving painful indents. You feel filthy and fearful, cut down to something small and insignificant and weak. Droplets of blot speckle your backside each time he shifts. It's warm like candle wax, but it doesn't burn.

The betrayal does, though—stains through to your very soul.

You grit your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes of drifting off elsewhere. Anywhere that isn't here, speared on his cock for all to see, forced into the grass like you're bowing apologetically before the Queen and her card soldiers.

"You lack the key capabilities all mages must possess, and yet you thought it wise to challenge my rules? Here? When my word is law?" He barks out a laugh, sickly amused. Scarlet eyes narrow with disdain. "Perhaps you're as slovenly as you are disobedient. As expected of a disrespectful, magic-less fool who knows nothing! Absolutely nothing of the order I so carefully uphold!"

He pulls back, seething through grit teeth, and snaps his hips forwards. You collapse on shaky arms, gasping in pain.

It hurts more than heartbreak, more than a bruise, more than a slap. Tears spot your lash line, threatening to fall with one more well-aimed, brutal thrust. Spidery fingers dance along your waist, tracing a line towards your neck. He grips your chin and forces you to look upon a crowd of terrified faces, all ogling with bated breath. Ace is watching and so is Deuce, albeit through the cracks in his hands.

"What did you hope to achieve—to prove—by defying me?" he demands, his grip a deadly vise. "That I could be in the wrong? That all I've worked tirelessly for, all that I've done, is wrong?"

"Riddle..." You wince in your futile attempt to pull away. "Riddle, please... I... I'm sorry, but please... You're hurting me..."

He turns your head towards him, eyes ablaze with a furious tempest, and he leans closer, pinning you with startling ease. His cock presses up against your insides, enveloped tightly in your walls, and you shudder through the discomfort and the agony. A single claw traces dangerously close to your jugular.

"Speak up if you have something to say!"

"It hurts!" You gasp again, outright sobbing now. "It hurts! Please..."

"It's a punishment," he sneers, glaring disapprovingly. "It's meant to impart a lesson—one learned through pain. If you understand this, stop sniveling and respond appropriately."

You're not sure which is worse: humiliation at the hands of someone you considered a friendly acquaintance or the fact that, no matter how villainous he may be, you only wish for him to return to himself. You'd never wish this fate on anyone, but maybe it's your too-big heart that makes it impossible to hate him. You don't hate him. You can't.

And perhaps that's the worst part of all this.

You hang your head, defeated and devoid of hope. "Yes, Dorm Leader..."

And so he teaches you and all those who witness the devastating spectacle a lesson neither will ever forget.

Red is passionate and fiery, a reflection of roses and redamancy. But it is not a pleasant color. Not anymore. Not in the aftermath.

Red is the color of Riddle and Heartslabyul and blood and pain and anger. And every time you spy the slowly healing marks from that day, you feel it all over you. Red everywhere, inside and out. Externally, you may heal with all matter of magical cures, but internally it's not an easy fix.

So red is no longer a comfortable color. You wish you could look upon it and admire it for what it is: a color. But that proves impossible, for a color that is so highly revered as pretty does not evoke pretty feelings for you.

[a-little-lostecho]

What will YOU and friends do?

Twisted Wonderland X Omori

(never doing something like this again it took forever)

[takeachillpillshawty]

Here's Cater!

Close ups (the second one was an alternate expression Cater had but I ditched it.)

[luxthestrange]

TWST!Memes #44

Lux:...im sorry is...is this not what happen?

[liliaasyoursexyvampiredaddy]

People misunderstood overblot boys so much, I want to send them twst character analysis

[spud-soup]

Sora in Heartslabyul real

[kirans-wonderland]

Overblot Vil Cosplay ❕❕

guys- I lost my account just after starting this costume. Now I’m back and it’s been done for months.. 😭

Anyways..

here’s me wearing it at two conventions

(please ignore the wig cap no one told me was showing)

a Rook proposed to me with that rose 😩❤️

[fruitymangobat]

Twisted wonderland overblot hc (non-overblotters edition)

I'm less happy with these than I was with the original post lmao, especially Jade and Cater's.

Cater

So cater obviously has a social media addiction, I imagine he uses social media as an escape. He's always been in his sisters shadow, constantly bossed around and basically not having his own self. He pretends to be happy and pretends to be fine on social media, but he's not fine. He's depressed and doesn't know what he's going to do with his life because he's always had someone guiding him (wanted or not), he later extends this persona onto real life because he felt that "the people love the fake me more than the real me....". The only time he's genuinely happy is in the music club. Over time, this builds up and eventually... he overblots.

Rook

So Rook, we know him as this french fuck that's so positive and compliments like it's the last thing he'll do. But I imagine that it's a lie. All the compliments, all the things that make Rook...Rook. are a lie. He compliments everyone to be seen, he's used to being hidden, to not being noticed so he can catch his prey so he uses the overly done compliments as a cover up for his need for validation and attention. He gets so caught up in this creepy persona that it derails into him needing someone to latch onto so he can just get a visual on what he wants, eventually it becomes too much and all the need, the wants and everything Rook wanted in the beginning turns on him because he realizes that everyone just sees him really as a freak. And all that stress and fear of not getting the validation and being seen. He overblots.

Jack

Jack always wants to be better, to be the best he can be. But what if it's a cover-up for his fear of never being enough, I don't think it's ever confirmed where Jack lives, but we do know he doesn't have many friends. I assume it's because he's a big guy, and they're scared. But his younger sibling, the pups, if you will. They're little. They can be picked on. I imagine the siblings probably get bullied, and Jack defends them. Jack's fear of never being enough stems from him possibly never being enough to protect those he cares about. His admiration for Leona probably is a visual for what he wants to be, Leona protecting his team in that game is what Jack wants for the people he cares for. But wanting to protect can get too much for someone. Good things can be bad. And all this fear of protecting them and being the best so he won't disappoint anyone becomes too much. He gets too stressed... and he overblots.

Sebek

Sebek is loud. We know this, and we also know that he's loud because he absolutely adores Malleus and wants everyone to know about him, but what does this praise stem from? Let's not focus on that and instead his half-fae blood. We know he chooses to be perceived as fully fae as he deems humans "weak," but what if it's a cover-up for his shame and doubt. Shame that he is "weak" in comparison to full fae, something he (as far as i know) has only been shown with lilia and malleus, two people that had centuries to get as strong as they are and doubt because his grandfather, someone he looks up to was someone that hated humans with a passion. After a while this simply builds up, all the shame and doubt finally reaching its limit and the minute he is shown that he is enough, he is not weak, he is not any less of a fae just because of his blood. Combine those emotions with the negative ones, and it's simply too much for a body... and he overblots

Jade

Jade leech, the calculating and more secretive of the tweels. But why? Why keep such a thing as his unique magic secret? Why keep anything secret? He and floyd are described as long and scary in their merforms. And we know people who bully based on looks exist. What's to say the tweels weren't bullied because of how "scary" they are? I feel Floyd would simply brush it off, whereas it would affect jade more. Bullied to the point that he feels it would be better to keep things hidden, this only is being strengthened by Azul's behavior. After Azul's overblot, I feel like there would be a dent in their relationship with Azul, especially on jades end. It's slightly shown that azul trusts jade a bit more than floyd, so a dent in that relationship would cause an issue. And while Jade could be used to that, it can still become too much. The feeling of being locked out from one of his best friends and the after effects of seeing said friend overblot becoming too much...and he overblots.