#and yes i know it's just because he put all the dorm leaders in order. idc.

[riddlerosehearts]

omg can you believe we now have THREE whole images of vilidia standing next to each other 💜💙

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

riddle's post-ob flashback in the light novel

Like the Leona post, I’m going to discuss the extended detail that the light novel goes into with Riddle’s backstory, then integrate it with what we know of him from the game. It looks like this is going to be a trend for the light novel, so I’ll most likely do similar analyses for the other OB boys as more volumes come out!

Anyway, read on if you’re curious 👀

Okay, so 🤔 from what we can observe from Riddle’s in-game post-OB flashback sequence, his mother has been dictating almost every aspect of his life, from what and how much he eats to his lengthy, rigorous study routine. As recently as Riddle’s Broomquet vignettes, we learned that even at 5 years old, he had already started and become accustomed to his intense studying. When Riddle fails to complete a task sufficiently, his mother has him redo it or study more until he finally succeeds.

This was Riddle’s “normal”, and he completely bought into it. In the game, this is explained as Riddle having trust in his mother due to her reputation in their community as a competent and well-respected medical mage. "After all, she was the most accomplished mother in the city, and therefore, the most correct." Riddle associates "correctness" with "accomplishments", and we see this attitude carry out in other aspects of the main story. He talks down to Yuu for lacking magic and brags about his own standing as top student to Azul, who regularly fluctuates from 2nd to 10th place. The light novel, however, grants us new perspective as to why Riddle tries so hard in his studies and seeks to please his mom. In turn, we can see how this domino effects into his struggles to connect with others.

In the light novel, Riddle notes that his mother would always tell him "everything is for you". "Everything", in this context, I'm assuming refers to all the time and effort Riddle is putting into his studying, the tight control of his life, etc. His mother has framed all of this as being beneficial to Riddle, and that she herself is pushing him to engage in these things because she loves and cares for him. This is something that Riddle then interprets as meaning she must love him the most in the entire world, something that he tells himself to justify her own actions in his own mind. It becomes a piece of "proof" that, later down the line, will make it difficult to reconcile with his complicated feelings on her once he realizes how toxic her child raising tactics were. (I go into more detail on this topic in this post!)

Riddle also says that if he responds with "yes, mother" then he will be praised for it. This, you'll notice, is a phrase that is very similar to what he demands his own dorm members respond to his orders with: "yes, dorm leader". It implies that Riddle is used to deferring to her judgement and authority, and so expects the same obedience of others when he is in that position of power. This agrees with his behavior in book 1. As Ace points out, Riddle is just acting like a miniature version of his own mom, right down to the angry reactions and shouting when things don't go his way.

Right after that, we get another short but telling line. Referring to his mother's affection, Riddle comments that he "doesn't need anything else", and decides to forgo asking for strawberry tarts ever again. He was willing to give up something he was curious about trying just to continue receiving praise. To me, this illustrates that the love of Mrs. Rosehearts was conditional: if you perform to her expectations, you get her love. If you don't perform to her expectations, well then, it's back to the books for you until you can. (Reminder: this does NOT confirm that Mrs. Rosehearts yells at Riddle or degrades him for not being “up to par”; there is just a sense of disappointment at this.) It implies that Riddle became used to a cycle of receiving the love and attention he wanted only when he behaved in a very specific way that his mother desired—otherwise, she withheld that affection. This is why Riddle believes following the rules will make him happy; it’s a result of what he has learned is the “norm” from his mother’s conditional love.

The light novel also shows us how this unhealthy mother-son relationship spills over into Riddle's other (potential) relationships. When Che'nya and Trey first approach him to invite Riddle to play with them, Riddle automatically says that he can't. He had the answer prepared for them, the response already deeply ingrained into him and likely already told to other children that tried to talk to him before. But even though Riddle rejects them, prioritizing his mother's praise over all else, he still feels a twinge of sadness about it. He even expects that he "let them down". "Let them down"? Now isn't that a funny statement. Why would Riddle be concerned about disappointing total strangers he has zero attachment to? Unless... he's so isolated that he just assumes everyone will treat him the same way his mother will. That they'll withhold love and attention if he doesn't act how they want him to. Thus, Riddle appears to associate failure to perform as resulting in rejection and lack of social acceptance.

This plays perfectly into one of the most chilling lines in Riddle's post-OB flashback: "But Mom... Why? Why does my heart hurt so much? [...] Tell me, Mom, please... What rule do I need to follow to make this pain go away?" These lines indicate Riddle finally coming to the realization that, deep down, he has always desired affection. A desire to make friends and to play with them, to have deeply intimate relationships. All he knew before was his mom was happy when he did well in his studies, so that was what he chose to excel in. Things changed when he was exposed to what unconditional love is like through Trey and Che'nya. Riddle's childhood friends are the ones who will love and accept him no matter what he's like, no matter what fuck-ups he makes or how socially awkward he is with them. He started to recognize that painful emptiness in him that never went way, no matter how many of his mom's rules he followed. Alas, Riddle was never able to come to terms with that sinking feeling because his mom had just torn him away from Trey and Che'nya not too long after learning that he had been skipping independent study time to play and eat a strawberry tart. He would not meet Trey again until enrolling at NRC, and by then, they've spent so much time apart (and, let's be real here, traumatized by Mrs. Rosehearts losing her temper over the tart incident) that her staunch mindset has clawed into Riddle's brain once more. His whole life, the main models of relationships he has to go off of are his mom and his dad, who don't appear to have a happy marriage (implied in his Suitor Suit voice lines). It's no wonder why making friends and truly opening up is difficult for him, even following the events of book 1. What else does Riddle have to reference? Crossword puzzles and textbooks? In Endless Halloween Night, the guy barely knows what a scavenger hunt is or how you'd find joy in it...

Unlike Leona, Riddle already had a pretty fleshed out backstory from his flashback. Instead of expanding on his motivations (as the light novel did with Leona), what the light novel does for Riddle is give us more information that implicates what his home life was like. It's still not that much, but it certainly better explains some of Riddle's oddly stringent viewpoints that we still see in the present day.

I know that this post was kind of a shorter read compared to the Leona one I did, but that's in part because I've already written at length about the complexities of Riddle's relationship with his mom, dad, and Trey. Those posts are bolded and linked, so if you're interested in more, then I'd recommend those readings!

[blues824]

Imagen the dorm leaders meeting the female undertaker

⚰️Crowley saying no you can't have the entrance coffin as a souvenir.

⚰️I can see her making a funeral inspired ramshackle I mean the ghost the creepy look it sreams undertaker.

⚰️Imagen one day her asking if could make a coufin for them.

⚰️How would they react to learning that she is a shinigami and not just a human and that she used to the legendary shinigami before becoming a funeral director.

And what will they think of her death Scythe and what about her mourning lockets (I love the undertaker his scythe its beautiful )

🌹(riddle saying no thank you but maby he whoud order on for ace poor ace getting a visit from her for his coufin measurements .)

🦁( Leona would not care so long he can sleep peacefully and with out rook starting at him and also a hiding spot for checa .)

🐙(Azul when he first sent Floyd and jade there the first to sent her back home and to hold ramshackle for himself they see it thinking they will get a new monstoro lounge only to see a full on funeral home.)

🌞(Kalim wondering why he needs a coufin only for him almost saying yes to support his s/o but jamil turning it down.)

🦚(Maby vill requesting a coufin perfect enough for a fotshoot for him because he wanted to support his s/o weerd job )

🎮(Idia being a simp because she reminds him of hades imagine her asking for him to be her assistant because the job doesn't require talking to customers and if he feels uncomfortable he can always hide in a coufin at work)

🐉(Malleus being happy they are no longer human and then being both interested in the gothic actatic and lilia getting a coufin because he asked one imagine her asking Malleus if she can make one for him only for sebek to yell at her)

I feel like I targeted Azul for this one, and I am so sorry…

Riddle Rosehearts

He was definitely weirded out by you. You always wore traditional mourning clothing (and Crowley couldn’t say anything against it lest it get out to the press that NRC isn’t allowing its students to mourn properly), but you always had a bright smile on your face.

What really got him worried was when you asked if you could measure him for a nice and beautiful coffin. He politely refused, but he got to thinking: maybe he should order one for Ace because he seems to have a death wish.

He does enjoy your company, especially since you seem to know your way around tea and the different kinds of tea leaves. You also respect the Queen’s rules because you used to follow a Queen. You were, in all honesty, his favorite person aside from Trey.

When you told him that you were a grim reaper, he was definitely concerned. You even brought out your scythe and held it to Ace’s neck, threatening to turn him into a doll if he didn’t stop his big mouth. Riddle had to use his unique magic to hold you back, but it was then that he learned you weren’t human and you weren’t powerless.

Leona Kingscholar

He honestly didn’t care about you until after his overblot. He woke up to you taking his measurements, and you explained that if he hadn’t woken up then you would have made a coffin for him. That was one hell of an introduction.

However, after moving past that little moment, you both actually became quite close. Ramshackle became a place of dead silence (get it?), which was where Leona often went to get some rest after a chaotic day of being the Savanaclaw Housewarden. You’ve even designed a coffin-shaped bed for him so that he would be more comfortable.

One memory that Leona remembers is the time when Cheka came to visit, and you suggested a game of hide-and-seek, where the two of you hide and the older lion has to come find you both. Well, this put him in a state of panic because he couldn’t find either of you until he opened an older coffin to find the two of you asleep.

When you told him you were a retired grim reaper, he thought you fit the stereotype quite well aside from your absolutely beautiful face. You wore what he assumed to be mourning clothes and mourning lockets, along with a top hat which went with the typical image of a grim reaper. You even had a scythe to complete it, so he thought it was hilarious.

Azul Ashengrotto

He was intrigued because he heard that you held information, and exchanged it for a few simple jokes that made you laugh. Azul wasn’t warned by your mourning clothes as it might be normal for someone that came from your world, so he asked about a few people he wished to put under a contract. Unfortunately, he couldn’t make you laugh.

That was when the two of you became rivals. He sent the twins to go see if Ramshackle would be a suitable place to branch out the Mostro Lounge, only to hear it became a full funeral parlor (which wasn’t exactly good for the clientele he was trying to attract [read: alive]). After Azul made it clear that he wanted your dorm, you sent back a response asking for his measurements so that you could design a coffin for him after he died from heartbreak from not getting what he wanted.

It wasn’t until after his overblot that he realized how powerful you were. You weren’t human, but not in the way that he wasn’t either. No, you didn’t even have a beating heart, and you couldn’t accumulate overblot. The smile on your face had a different meaning than finding joy in the midst of death.

In the infirmary, you told him that you were a former grim reaper who started up a funeral parlor so that you could try to revive the dead. You came here in hopes that this world’s magic could work, but Azul told you that nothing could bring them back to life… Not even a contract could do that.

Kalim Al-Asim

You both were genuinely happy people, you were just a tad more eccentric than he was. He considered parties fun, while you considered building coffins and caskets to be the most entertaining thing a person can do. He’s very supportive of your hobby though, especially if it offers families the closure of having a proper funeral for a lower price.

There was one time where you were invited over to Scarabia, and your first question was to ask if you could measure Kalim for a coffin. He was about to accept before Jamil turned you down, much to your amusement. However, once Kalim went over to Ramshackle, he did get to experience laying in a coffin and he had to say that it was a unique experience.

When Jamil overblotted, Kalim was able to witness the pure strength you had. You honestly egged the overblot victim on, and it seemed as though you didn’t care if he got tired out or if he died since either way it would benefit you. Your scythe was something to behold as well.

His view of you didn’t change though. You were still his girlfriend who had a morbid fascination with death. It made sense though, considering you couldn’t exactly die if you were a God of Death (AKA shinigami). All in all, he found you very fun and unique.

Vil Schoenheit

Like a few of the others, he was weirded out by you. You described his beauty as ‘one who was one breath away from death’ because of a scary-themed makeup look he did a little while ago. For the Halloween event, you designed coffins that Pomefiore could emerge out of.

He doesn’t mind your weird obsession of the macabre and of death itself. A lot of directors casted him in horror movies, so he gets the hype behind it. He has even recycled the coffin that you made for him for a bunch of photoshoots while also giving you credit. That, in turn, got you a lot of DM’s on Magicam for commissions, which then boosted profits of your funeral parlor.

Vil got to see a glimpse of you being a grim reaper when you sensed that Rook was in a nearby tree. You used the handle of your scythe to hit the tree hard, knocking the Vice Housewarden off of the branch he was perched on. The movie star was certainly impressed.

You bluntly told him one day as he was admiring your scythe. You held nothing back as you told him you were a Shinigami and retired Grim Reaper and that you were absolutely fascinated with the concept of death. You also told him how your dream was to bring someone back from the dead just as they were before they passed. It was a weird but admirable dream, so Vil supported it.

Idia Shroud

You reminded him of the character from the anime My Parents Were Killed In A Fire, So I Hired a Demon As My Butler to Help Me Get Revenge. He reminded you of the Greek god of the Underworld, who often partnered with Death. So you both got along quite well.

Your relationship started off weird, since you asked for his measurements to build a coffin. But the more that he thought about it, coffins were pretty comfortable. So he asked if you would consider making one for him to use in place of a bed, hopefully to promote himself to sleep in a bed made by his girlfriend. It totally wasn’t so you would be comfortable sleeping in his room, cuddled close to him… totally not!

He kind of guessed that you were a grim reaper because of how you dressed, and also the fact that you reminded him of the Funeral Director from the aforementioned anime. So, it was no surprise to him when he was virtually at the Housewarden’s meeting to see you threaten Crowley with a scythe.

Honestly, the old crow deserved a good scare, since you were more powerful than even the most powerful of mages. You were the space between life and death, which gave you a place of authority over everyone. It was amazing to see the Headmage shaking in his boots, and Idia made a mental note to never get on your bad side.

Malleus Draconia

It was one night that he walked by Ramshackle only to see it transformed into a nice-looking funeral parlor. Honestly, he wasn’t that surprised because the building was filled with ghosts and probably the bodies of said ghosts. What he didn’t expect was seeing you working on a coffin outside.

That was how you both met. He walked up to you and asked what you were doing when you saw Malleus’s tall stature. You knew the entire population of Twisted Wonderland due to your time as a reaper, so you were aware that Malleus was of royal blood and lineage. That drove you to ask to take his measurements so that you could design a coffin befitting royalty. The young fae was amused and accepted, as long as you would agree to going on walks with him every night.

It was during one of these nightly walks that you revealed what you truly were. You set your top hat down upon a nearby grassy knoll and brushed your bangs out of your face which revealed your phosphorescent eyes as well as the scar that ran across your face. Malleus thought you were the most beautiful person he has ever seen. It was then that he gently held your face in his hands, pulled you closer, and placed a gentle but passionate kiss upon your lips.

He discovered your ability to wield a scythe when Sebek was scolding you for being a bad influence on the Crowned Prince of Briar Valley, and you had had enough. You pulled out your scythe almost out of nowhere and held it to the knight’s neck with a menacing smile, daring him to continue talking if he wanted to end up in one of your cheapest coffins. This little situation was very amusing to Malleus, since he knew you wouldn’t do anything to hurt his knights.

[atierrorian]

Do not interrupt us!

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Context: You and Riddle were having a date with each other in the maze, the date being a tea party but unfortunately got interrupted by a certain duo and Riddle blows a fuse.. but luckily! You managed to have a plan B!

tw: None

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade

Note: Here is a little something for you guys since I had this idea in mind that kinda stuck with me for a while before I decided to actually make it! So while you guys wait for the series, you can read this for now!

Word count: 1.1k+

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What was supposed to be a lovely and nice date with Riddle, turned out to be quite a mess with a certain duo coming in and stumbling upon the date…

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All the Heartslabyul residents noticed their dorm leader being quite happier these days… Well, it's not like they're complaining, the happier the house warden is the better!

But it's just so weird to see him more lately with a smile instead of a frown on his face… It's as if fortune has been graced upon him.

And yes, it is as if fortune has been graced upon him because…

He gets to have a tea party date with his Rose! It's so rare for them to have a date with each other since the other one is busy and so is the other.

And this one time! One time they finally did get to spend time with one another! It's the best thing that could happen to Riddle and [Name]!

And Riddle wanted nothing more than this date to be perfect! He ordered Trey to make your favorite desserts and make sure everything was in tip-top shape for your guy's date.

After all, this is a rare occasion and Riddle wouldn't want anything to be ruined at all!

So everything needs to be perfect.

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As you walked into the maze, you saw a beautiful and gorgeously organized tea party waiting for you, the beautiful roses were painted in a gorgeous shade of red, the laid-out desserts, and so much more!

As you continued to admire the preparations, Riddle was in his seat, waiting for you, and was hoping you'd like decorations.

Riddle stood up from his seat and walked towards you, he got close enough and held out his hand out for you, wanting you to take his.

You gladly took his hand and walked with him, side by side, hand in hand. You couldn't help but feel flustered at this. Riddle did so much for this date and you couldn't help but feel slightly flustered at the thought of Riddle doing so much for you.

As Riddle guided you to your seat, you sat on the chair while Riddle was also seated in his. Both of you facing each other while there were desserts, teas, and treats laid out for the both of you.

"I hope you like all of this, my Rose." He said while he slightly looked away, clearly flustered as well and wanting to know what you think of the preparations.

You looked at Riddle who had a flustered face, you cleared your throat and took his hand that was on the table and gently rubbed it.

"Of course I do! This is amazing Riddle! I love how you always put so much effort and work into all of this! You have so much dedication and I love it so much!" You said as you smiled at him while Riddle became even more red if it was even possible.

"W-well, of course! If it's for you, I wouldn't mind putting more effort and work.." He slightly stuttered and took a relieved sigh as he realized you loved the preparations.

"Let's go and start our tea party shall we?" You said before taking a strawberry tart and tried feeding it to Riddle who was now beyond flustered at this point.

As Riddle was about to eat the dessert that you were about to feed him in his mouth the both of you suddenly hear a loud crash nearby, jolting both you and Riddle of the sudden noise.

"What was that?" You asked as you looked at Riddle who looked just as confused.

"I don't know." He said as he looked kinda irritated because of the interruption.

All of a sudden, Ace was running into the maze with Deuce behind him.

"HUH." Both you and Riddle exclaimed, surprised to see Ace and Deuce in the maze. You and Riddle got up from your seats before Ace crashed into the table, sending every dessert, tea, and treat flying and making a huge mess.

Ace crashed into the table and the roses.

Deuce was panting as he realized what they both had done and apologized profusely.

"AH! We are so so sorry for interrupting!" Deuce said before trying to get Ace out of the roses.

You looked at Riddle and slightly jumped back on how his face was red, he looked like he was about to blow a fuse! Deuce managed to successfully get Ace out but both had met with Riddle's wrath.

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"WHY ARE YOU BOTH HERE?!?!" Riddle shouted as the duo flinched.

"D-dorm leader, we can explain-"

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

"RIDDLE NO!"

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To say the least, it was quite a disaster, Deuce and Ace got collared and the date was now in ruins, and Riddle was now sulking and you tried to comfort him with the best of your abilities.

"Aw Riddle, it's fine! We can go ahead and spend time together somewhere!" You said optimistically, but Riddle was still sulking and you patted his back.

"I'm so sorry [Name]… The date is ruined because of those idiots…" Riddle said, emphasizing the idiots.

"Now now Riddle, there's always a next time you know?" You said as you continued to pat his back.

You suddenly heard a squeak and looked down to see a small hedgehog trying to get your attention, it pawed your leg as you cooed at the little hedgehog and bent down slightly, and stretched your hand out towards the hedgehog as it gladly jumps on your hand.

"Aw, aren't you so adorable?" You said as you lightly patted the hedgehog who purred and you suddenly got an idea.

"Hey, Riddle! I think I got an idea of how to continue our date!" You exclaimed excitedly and Riddle looked at you, confused, and looked at the hedgehog as well.

"Huh? [Name] what do you mean? And why is that one out of its cage.." Riddle said but you put your finger on his mouth to shush him so that he can hear you out.

"We can always spend time together with the hedgehogs you know? Taking care of them like they are our children!" You said as you held out the hedgehog towards Riddle.

The hedgehog looked at Riddle, curiously before squeaking that sounded like it was happy, and Riddle who was now flustered at the thought of taking care of the hedgehogs with you like it was your children together.

"So come on Riddle! Let's go to where the other hedgehogs are!" You said before carefully placing the hedgehog in Riddle's hand and held his other hand gently before walking to where the other hedgehogs were.

"W-wait [Name]!" Riddle said but quickly shut his mouth, he dared not to say anything else as you looked too happy with a smile on your face, he couldn't help but smile as well.

The first date might be ruined, but there can always be a plan B~

Tadaaa!~ Here is another Riddle fanfic since I had this idea for quite some time but yea! Hope you guys enjoyed this fluff! But man ya'll are wild in those polls.

[a-crow-ready-for-a-murder]

Screw it, chapter 3

Here's chapter 3, I keep worrying if I've written the Canon characters well, please lmk if I didn't. Otherwise, enjoy!

It didn’t take her long to get to the Scarabia dorm but once she was at the door she stopped suddenly. How was she going to do this?

She couldn’t very well just hand Kalim the flowers then he’d wonder why Ruggie didn’t come, if she left them by the door someone else could pick them up. With a low hum she went over her options before deciding to just pull a blank paper out of her bag and use it as a card. With her neatest writing she wrote a simple note addressing the flowers to Kalim, but as she was about to write who they were from there came the sound of voices from around a nearby corner. Not wanting to be caught she scribbled a quick “from R” then shoved the card into the bouquet and dropped it before shapeshifting into her Blue Jay form and flying off as fast as her wings would carry her, never stopping until she was safely outside perched in a tree.

“I’m just saying, Jamil, our dorm has been doing really good this term and I think we should celebrate,” Kalim insisted to his less than impressed vice dorm leader and retainer as they rounded the corner leading to their dorm.

“Everything is a reason to celebrate in your eyes, you even threw a banquet because the birds were flying south for the winter” said Jamil whose voice was laced with exhaustion

“That was the fall, this is summer. Come on Jamil, don’t you think they deserve to celebrate for all their hard work?”

Jamil let out a heavy sigh as he looked into Kalim’s jewel colored eyes that almost seemed to be glowing with anticipation, then with a resigned roll of his own gray orbs he said “Fine, I suppose a small celebration is in order considering how much effort they put in.”

“Yes!” Kalim cheered as he punched the air

“But only if we keep it within reason. If I’m going to be doing all the work I need to make sure I have everything we need when the time comes and as it stands the notice is too short for anything extravagant.”

“You’ve got it! Thanks Jamil, you’re the best”

“Mhm”

They’d reached the door of Scarabia when a faint crunching sound made them pause. Looking down the two noticed an arrangement of red and white flowers wrapped neatly in a white plastic wrap and held together by a red ribbon twisted carefully into a puffy bow. Jamil crouched down slowly to pick it up, almost as if he expected there to be some sort of trap among the delicate petals. Wrapping his hand around the blanketed stems he rose back up examining the bouquet with suspicion. Kalim however was now fascinated and eagerly peered at the flowers. “Are those jasmines?” he asked

“Yes, mixed in with zinnias, not a common choice but a nice one, I’ll give it that.”

“Who’s it for?”

“Not sure, do you see a card?”

Kalim began to rifle through the flowers while Jamil tried to remember the significance of jasmine and zinnia

“Here it is!” Exclaimed Kalim with a look of triumph, much like a child who’d found the crayon he wanted to complete his picture.

“Alright, let’s see” said Jamil as Kalim opened the folded paper

“It says, To Kalim, from R….huh, wonder who that could be?”

“Well for starters, Kalim would be you.” Said Jamil with one of his cheeky smirks. Kalim let out a hearty laugh “I know that, silly, I meant R.” Jamil couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him, banter like this was becoming rather enjoyable between the two. “R is a tougher one, there are many people whose name starts with R, and if we narrow it down to people you spend time with, that's about….3 people outside of our dorm.”

“Why do you think it’s someone outside the dorm?” Kalim cocked his head to the side like a curious puppy, if Jamil hadn’t seen it over dozens of times he would have called it adorable.

“If it were someone inside the dorm, they would have left it in front of your room where it would be easy to tell who it’s for.”

“Oh….You’re right!”

“The intention is clearly romantic, between the color scheme and the flowers used it’s very personal so chances are the sender is attempting to court you.”

“Really? Then we should find out who it is!”

“Hmm, well if we go by the three i’ve mentioned, that’s Riddle, Ruggie and Rook. Now I think we can rule out Riddle since he’s not much for hiding his intent and there are no roses here. Rook would find this gesture romantic and Ruggie…. It’s hard to say for certain.”

“We should ask them!”

“I guess it couldn’t hurt to ask, right now, however, we have a feast to prepare for”

“Oh yeah, that’s right, let’s go!”

As they entered the dorm Jamil fell into a thoughtful silence. It didn’t take much observation to know that Kalim’s sunny demeanor could draw people in, it was one of his best traits, however it also tended to lead to people thinking him an easy target. Sadly he was naive enough for that to be the case and that often led to Jamil having to step in and protect him and while he hoped this time wouldn’t be the case and the senders feelings were genuine, deep down he worried that he’d have to protect Kalim again but this time from a cruel heartbreak.

Even as Kalim walked alongside Jamil he barely noticed his concerns. Someone had left him flowers and if Jamil was right, they wanted to ask him out. He was definitely flattered and even grateful that someone took the time to make such a gesture and if he was being honest with himself he knew exactly who he hoped it would be.

[our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace]

Vil Schoenheit🥀

From the series :Asking dorm leaders to be your fake boyfriend for I week

(Credits goes fully to the owner of the pic, i just found it on Google and thought it looked nice)

Upon arriving at school, you were absentmindedly walking while having an internal debate on whether you should jump on to the sea or something and drown

You lied

You lied you were dating someone and you know that psycho is not just gonna stay still after your high ass proclamation of having a lover

While you were internally screaming you bumped into someone

It was Vil

Vil was ready to chew you out for being a reckless potato when he saw your complexion

Is it Halloween season cause you look like life's been suck out of you

Seeing Vil, your eyes became watery and you just plomped your head in his chest making grabby hands and fully latching towards the now confused bean

Was it the frustration from the previous confrontation or how you missed seeing the beauty knowing his been very busy, it's been a week since you last caught a glimpse of him

You just bawled your eyes out making inaudible noises no one can comprehend

Vil just stood there frozen, and people were giving him stares, while others were cackling saying "haha he made her cry"

He wanted to retort but the potato latched unto him was definitely the first thing he should deal first

Gently prying you off him and placing his hands on your shoulders he gently asked what's wrong but now your having hiccups, making what your saying more difficult to understand

He knows he shouldn't think of this but you look cute having hiccups with the constant rising and falling of your shoulders, the glossy eyes fogged with tears and the incoherent babble coming out of your mouth

Ehem, "___, let's go to the dorm so we can talk this out" he says trying to sound as gentle as possible

You opted to just nod

Slowly making your way towards the dorm and by the time you arrived you were feeling a bit better

Away from prying eyes he asked you again what the problem was

"I want a boyfriend" you said looking at him dead in the eyes

He could feel his eye twitch

You did not just have an outburst because you wanted a boyfriend

Before Vil could let out his own frustration because of you

"Be my boyfriend" you simply added

Was that a question, a statement or an order

"___ dear, do me a favor and stop being so vague" he was smiling yet his eyes wasn't

You immediately spit all the details about the stalker and the lie you made

He could only sigh to this

You were expecting a snarky comment of why should he care for your business instead you got

"First things first, why are you only telling me this now, second are you crazy? Why in the world would you meet up a psycho all on your own, third stop crying, your snot is everywhere" he rambled grabbing his own handkerchief and wiping your falling snot lol

Vil has always been quite a meanie to you and you thought you were hated but to your surprise his worried

"I'm sorry, you're busy as is and i know I'm being a nuisance right now, but I'm in a pinch so, can you be my fake boyfriend just for a week" you said with a pleading voice

Vil is quite hurt seeing how your practically pleading with him, was the distance between the two of you that big

He knows he may have been quite mean, releasing snarky remarks now and then but it's just because he can't admit that you have been plaguing his mind. In short his in denial

But seeing you like this walking on eggshells when you're around him was just a stab to his heart

But now is not the time to be thinking of his feelings, you come in first

He immediately said yes to your request without missing a beat

For the whole week, he made time for you, spent time with you, caring for you like boyfriend should, he wasn't being conservative at all

Intertwining his hands with yours with every chance he got, giving you light kisses on the cheek, accompanying you to places you wanted to go

He put off all that was in his schedule just to tend to you

And he knew how much that's gonna bite him soon but he actually wants to continue doing what his doing, it just feels so right

It didn't take long for people to actually believe that you and Vil were dating, come on his famous every part of his life gets publicize and you being his girl wasn't an exception

And your psychotic admirer wasn't exempted either, he came to fully understand that you already belong to someone and how could he go against The Vil Schoenheit itself, he's crazy not stupid

The harassment stopped but Vil's affection didn't

He was relieved it stopped or he would've taken care of it either way

When you asked Vil why he was still acting like a boyfriend to you

and his only answer was

"Cause i plan to be your boyfriend, officially"

Masterlist🌻

[orangelemonsstuff]

Glitchcore

//Idia x Ai Assistant Fem!Reader//

Summary: Idia made an ai assistant for him to use, still giving you sentience to have consciousness and awareness of your being, you became his companion or...girlfriend

Tags: Small Fluff and Angst

"...esting...tes....testing" a silent mutter was heard from behind the screen.

your eyes were opened finally after a lot of coding and your consciousness was more awake than during the coding and debugging.

your body feels you have every access to your limbs without nerves even being a 2D person inside of a screen.

before your eyes were a lit blue hair, flaming at every second, fidgeting hands at the screen, of a golden eyed young man.

"c-can you hear me?" The young man speaks before tapping at the screen

the taps were small but noisy enough to wake you up fully

"Yes, what can i do for you master?" your textbox popped up in his screen, your png body finally loaded and your voice were cheery and full of life for an AI on the other side of a screen

"Ah... it finally worked... im so happy" the guy covered his mouth smiling in happiness with his trembling with excitement hand.

"Master? are you okay?" you questioned, worried for his well being or he might be sick

"Y-yes, don't worry about me... she's calling me master... ehehehehe"

he giggled to himself, keeping on the big grin on his face

"is something funny, my master?" you put your finger up in confusion

"a-ah no... i am just really happy that you are finally awake and had your own mind, unlike my other inventions...." He fiddled with his blue lit hair while looking away in embarrassment

"Ahaha, Don't worry Master, i am sure you're creations are good as you, perhaps may i request to see them someday?" you gleefully clasped your hands in cheeriness while still looking at your beloved master.

"S-sure... haah... finally, somebody i am not akward to talk to..." Idia let his hair pool down his shoulders by slouching in excitement and ecstasy

"Don't worry Master, even if i am the only person or girl you've ever talk to, I'll make sure you are never alone" your computer coded voice merilly stabbed Idia in the heart

"t-the only girl I'd talk to huh...?" he whispered with full tone of being hurt.

"?" the textbox showed the symbol with your bewildered expression om the screen

"well anyways, i-i programmed you for three things and three thigs only..."

"What could it be, my master?" You showed an ambiguous look at him

"one is that um, you must always inform me if you have any bugs that i need to fix, two... always greet me when i come back and number three is..." Idia again averted his eyes away from the screen from embarrassment as he gets to the third part

"a-always engage in any type of c-conversation i make..." his voice get lower and face heats up as he finishes the sentence

"Okay master, orders are taken and i should serve you with all of my might." you smile and bows your head in appreciation.

this might be the new start of your life as his assistant and you are going to do your best to be a help to him as you could

•••

everyday is a bliss whenever you are near to Idia, he never felt alone nor ignored for being such an introvert and always at his room.

you even managed to convince him that not everybody actually hated him for who he is and actually just treats him as a normal.

when time comes he has to leave his dorm to participate on dorm leader meetings you always greet him with the same "Good Morning, Good Afternoon, and Goodnight" for not knowing what timeset it is because of not having any windows of his room.

well he didn't really install any date and time recognition to you as you are more of an companion ai

even though, he always looks forward to that classic greeting of you,

it makes him feel special that somebody is waiting for him aside from Ortho even though you're a artificial intelligence

but even as a artificial intelligence, your advice on how to socialize properly to other humans are actually helpful to him.

he doesn't stutter that much like before, his position isn't what you would call slouch anymore.

he now goes out frequently than before to talk to people properly, even inviting them to play games with him, guess you could say you made him a better person.

but even so, you can't help but feel jealous of the other people being able to touch and look at Idia with honesty in his eyes.

yes, he does seem close to you but you wanted more.

more as a companion.

more as a friend.

you wanted to love him

you wanted him to feel your love

you know he knows how you feel about him and he tries to change the topic whenever you bring up how you feel

but over time he eventually felt the feelings turn to him.

he couldn't accept it

he couldn't help feeling it

he is also inlove with you

even though you are not an actual human being, he can't get the idea out of him that you are the first person who could make him feel this way

his heart always beat fast whenever he came home to you and his brother

he feels welcome in your presence and your lovely talks with him

you are his first proper conversation

you are the first creation he loved romantically

you, a 2D character on his device...

"Master-- no, Idia, I'm sorry, i shouldn't feel this way since... i should be serving you not being like this..." you cower your head in repentance for doing such a wrong thing

"No, I'm-- I don't dislike it" his hand tiredly reach at you and stopped by the screen.

his head smashed on the table gently, grunting on frustration of how much he wants to touch you

you want to release an unknown emotion, what do you call it?

The state or emotion of being sad., emotions experienced when not in a state of well-being.

sadness?

sorrow?

grieve?

heartbreak?

there's many names for it, but you didn't even know how you can feel it for not being able to reach your beloved

"i love you Idia" you whisper yet your text box spoke it out loud.

Idia's eyes widened at the message as it slowly turned into a pitful look.

"i-i love you too..." he covered his face with his hand the way he did the first time you saw him from the other side of the screen.

"The only thing that is separating us from this love, is.... this stupid screen, god i wish i could kiss you, but the only thing i can do is send a virtual words of how much i can say i love you..."

a/n: short because idk how love feels yet...BUT I WILL TRY TO READ MORE FLUFF TO WRITE ROMANCE :'D (angst really embedded in me so this all i got)

[floral-poisons]

Hiya! May i request the Vice dorm leaders with a gn!s/o who doesn't care about themselves but cares hella for other people? They are someone extremely lovely, and dont care how far into the extreme they have to go to help someone? Thank you :)) (also ik ruggie isnt technically a vice dorm leader but could u add him in anyways?)

hey anon!! of course i can provide the request for you! and i’m pretty sure ruggie is technically a vice prefect? but regardless i include him in the group.

LILIA VANROUGE

lilia is familiar with the role of a caretaker. and because he’s been alive for so long, he understands the importance of relaxation and being able to take a break from the caretaker lifestyle.

something that you didn’t seem to understand.

“no lilia! you don’t understand! everything HAS TO BE PERFECT!” your breathing was shallow and your hands were shaking from the anxiety that was overwhelming your body.

“listen, i need you to relax a bit-”

“RELAX? RELAX! EVERYTHING IS A DISASTER!” you felt like you were about to cry.

“everything is not a disaster. and everything will go according to plan.”

“the flowers aren’t here! the kitchen is backed up-”

“and you need some fresh air.” lilia gently takes your hand. “come lets go outside.”

“no, no, no! i can’t go outside! going outside is a terrible idea because what if the flowers come while i’m outside!”

“silver’s got it. okay? so trust him.” he had to drag you outside for some fresh air but it was certainly a smart decision. your lungs suddenly felt a lot bigger when you were breathing fresh air. and your breathing became a lot calmer and deeper. “feel better.”

“a little...”

“you put way too much pressure on yourself to organize events and parties. you do a fabulous job, don’t get me wrong.” he sits on the railing. “but you do it too often. you need a break. i mean, you planned malleus’s birthday party, planned the mostro lounge’s rebrand opening, planned heartslabyul’s recent unbirthday. all within the span of three months. you need to take a breather.”

“oh but lilia you know i can’t.”

“yes you can. there’s nothing wrong with spending time by yourself. at this point, you’re working a lot harder than jamil.”

you look up at him. “i guess you’re right.”

“i am. i’ve been around for so long. so take the next month off or something.”

TREY CLOVER

you look up to see a plate with a slice of strawberry pie on the white plate. “what is this for?” you ask.

“well you’ve been busy basically revising and editing all of deuce and ace’s essays for the past three months. you need a break.” trey crosses his arms. “besides i made you your favorite. strawberry.”

“i know it’s my favorite. but why?”

“because you’ve been working nonstop. you’ve been staying up late.”

it was true that you’ve been staying up late since you’ve taken on helping your friends edit their papers. it was just how you worked. you worked a lot better at night than in the afternoon. but also that came at the detriment of your health and physical wellbeing.

you definitely ate a lot more instant food than usual.

“thank you trey. it smells really good.” you smile as he pours you a cup of tea. “and for taking care of me.”

“i’m used to it. plus you always took care of me when i was busy.” he smiles and sits next to you. “now let’s chat. how was your day?”

ROOK HUNT

rook empathizes with your desire to help and serve people. in fact, he’s the exact same way!

but what vil finds horrid is what he finds horrid. and what’s horrid is that you have been neglecting yourself in order to service others.

the one thing rook hates is just how you neglect yourself.

“your skin is beginning to become a little too dry.” rook tells you as you stir the liquid in the cauldron.

“oh it’s nothing.”

“have you been helping out early in the morning still?”

“yes! obviously!”

“that’s probably why.” rook sighs as he sprinkles in a pinch of powder, watching the liquid go from clear to a deep maroon color.

“rook, i don’t have time for myself.”

“nonsense! you can always have time for yourself!” rook pouts. “at least have a consistent day to day skincare routine so your skin isn’t dry and it looks like it’s about to start flaking off.”

you almost put your hand up to your face to touch it in response. “rook!” you never thought you’d hear your boyfriend say such a thing.

“i’m being honest (y/n). you need to take care of yourself. especially your skin! it’s the biggest organ you have and it does a lot for you! i have a morning cream you can use and a night cream you can use. it doesn’t require much other than applying it before you sleep and then when you wake up.”

“rook-”

“it’s not even a hindrance to your schedule either! which is perfect.” rook smiles. “i think a lot of people say this. but how are you supposed to take care of others when you can’t even take care of yourself?”

you open your mouth to speak and close it. “i guess you’re right.”

“of course i am! it doesn’t hurt to pamper yourself every once in a while too.” rook added a lizard tail into the cauldron and the liquid suddenly brightened up.

RUGGIE BUCCHI

ruggie has to pick up after leona all. the. time. he could never imagine picking up after someone willingly.

that just happens to be your specialty.

being the oldest meant you were shoved the responsibility of cleaning after your siblings and it also meant your feelings were never to be taken into consideration.

after all, if you showed the least bit emotion, you were gaslighted by your mom that you were “being selfish.”

“oh don’t worry! let me carry it for you!”

“here you can have some of our pixie powder. there’s enough for the both of us.”

“you can have the last grilled cheese. i wasn’t that hungry anyways.”

as your boyfriend, ruggie wasn’t having any of it.

“you know it doesn’t hurt to be a little bit selfish right?” ruggie says while hanging up leona’s laundry. you were also helping out.

“i...being selfish is bad!” you exclaim, your face notably flustered.

“why is it bad? are we really going to have this philosophical debate again?” ruggie looks at you as you’re trying to hang up leona’s lab coat.

“well...no. there are levels to selfishness.”

“and there are levels of selflessness that get you where you are: a pushover.”

“i am not a pushover!”

“you literally gave away your two point cards for the mostro lounge to a random savanaclaw student because they asked.” ruggie crossed his arms.

“i...well, i wasn’t going to use them anyways.”

“that is literally bullshit if it were a sentence. you have to learn how to say no. people are starting to pick up on the fact that you’re a pushover and because of that, you’re not going to be taken seriously. and when that happens, worse people are going to take advantage of you.”

you hated to admit that ruggie was right...but he was right. he was completely right. “change isn’t going to happen overnight...”

“but it can start now! first we’re going to start with you only paying for your own stuff at the mostro lounge and keeping your point cards!”

JADE LEECH

jade already served azul and has been helping him since he was a child. not to mention he has to always take care of his brother. so he certainly relates to how you were forced into a caretaker role when you were a child.

just you needed to stop adopting every single first year as your child. you were already the parent friend for deuce and ace. and now the first years all considered you their parent friend.

“hey (y/n). maybe you should rest for a bit, yeah? you’ve been working yourself to the bone within...” he looks at his watch. “the past hour.”

“what? no...no i haven’t!” and yet you were sweating through your uniform.

“you haven’t taken your break for the past three weeks.” he crosses his arms.

“oh but rush hour just started-”

“take a break or i’m going to force you to sit out for the next week. i know you love taking care of the first years and stuff. but you also need to take care of yourself once in a while. you’re going to burn out. great seven, i know how it feels.”

“but i like serving you know! it’s a fulfilling profession!”

“and you won’t be able to serve if you’re going to collapse from exhaustion. so take a break.” jade tosses you a hand towel. “and take a drink.”

JAMIL VIPER

jamil’s life was all about serving. serving kalim, serving his family, serving the al-asim family, serving his peers. ever since he was born, serving has been the focus of his life.

he never thought he’d run into someone who’s more dedicated to serving other people than you. much less on your own free will.

it’s nice to be taken care of, to be served, instead of the other way around but there were times where you pushed yourself too much.

in fact, it even frustrated jamil.

“i don’t need a spa day jamil!” you laugh. “how am i supposed to help others if i take the day off?”

“and how are you supposed to help people if you yourself are in terrible shape?” he raises an eyebrow. “just let me take care of you for one day okay. you’re exhausted and you’re always tired and that smile on your face doesn’t do a very good job of hiding it.”

you could only purse your lips and eventually sigh. jamil wasn’t going to give up on this since he’s been pestering you for the last month or so. he was very tenacious. “fine.”

“okay come to my room later today. so i can treat you like the royal you are.”

“god you’re so cheesy.” you mutter, hiding your embarrassed face behind your hands.

“only when i want to be.” he smiles.

that spa day, however, was amazing. jamil provided everything. fresh food, a facial, a deep massage (his hands worked like magic!). and if you said yes to him braiding your hair, he did it! you felt a lot more rejuvenated afterwards.

“maybe taking a day off isn’t so bad...”

[writer-akihiko]

Hey! I hope i'm not bothering! You remember that one request with the reader running away from NRC? What if they were found by a couple of RSA students, and after explaining the whole thing they brought them to their headmaster and he actually managed to get them back in their world safe and sound?

How would the same characters (or less if you want!) react to the news?

MC has been put through so much, they were literally just trying to survive-

The reader is gender neutral btw! (I forgot to mention that last time rip-)

First Years + MC Running Away [ALT]

ACTUAL ENDING

Guess who's back... I am back, with some angst-

I like how I moved out Kinktober straight to angst. Thank you for requesting more angst! I really enjoy this series so far, and I'm glad a couple of asks are asking to continue it. A spin off with the Vice Dorm Leaders [and Floyd because Jade is not without Floyd] is coming, so please don't send requests on that anymore!

Warning: Suicidal thoughts [from some characters], angry outbursts, cursing, angst, please read at your own discretion if you are sensitive to said issues.

"I know I've just met all of you," You turned to the RSA students that rescued you. "But thank you. I can't thank you enough."

They gave you an assured nod of thanks, as they encourage you to step through the portal. Before putting one foot through the mirror, you detached a piece of jewelry that you held dear to yourself, as a reminder of your lover. You kissed it, giving your own instructions to the rest of them if they ever saw him.

"Sayonara, my eternal beloved."

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek finally figured out where you were! Yes, this was his moment, to be your prince as those legendary tales always foretold! You would be the one waiting for him right? It was rightfully so, as you both had promised one another with the bracelet made of the very vines in the Valley of Thorns.

Several students of RSA didn't question his presence. Lilia and Malleus could deal with everything else. But you were his priority. He was going to take you away from NRC, to meet his mother and father, and his siblings! And you both can thrive together, perhaps building your own family after Malleus graduates-

"Zigvolt… right?" A blonde student called out. He was about to brush off the irrelevant human, that was until he noticed that in his outstretched hand was your bracelet. Your bracelet. The one he promised you with… And it was when he noticed that the vines were dying.

"I'm Aura. My friends and I found them," The gentle student explained. It never reached Sebek's ears. The only thing that was going through the poor half-Fae's mind was the earth shattering reality that you might've been killed by those RSA scum. "They wanted to return this back to-"

"You…"

Sebek's body shook with rage, as he grabbed Aura by the collar. "You dare smile while talking about my YN's death?! You… You insolent human!"

A fight was quick to break out, but before Sebek could cause anymore damage, Silver held him back as Malleus ordered Sebek to stand down.

"Master! How can you order me such a thing?! They killed YN!" He screamed, pushing against Silver once more. Lilia's intervention calmed both parties down, as the truth was revealed. You weren't killed, but you left. You left everyone, and you left Sebek.

His eyes were soulless, unable to comprehend why would you leave. In his palm, the ring that used to be clad in green and brown moss was left with rotten, dry bark as the physical proof your promise was shattered, just as his heart was.

The loud, proper Sebek never healed, no matter the eras of time that passes as he lives on, past his master's time in NRC, past the lifespan of his friends… as he dwells on the past where there was you. It would never be alright.

His heart was encapsulated in shield of hard rock, as he swore to never open up to another human again. His shoulders held the very blame that he couldn't un-learn his hatred for humans, and that was what drove you away. You could never be with such a loathesome Fae like him… and so, he'll carry the weight of his sins as he goes to bed every night, looking into the mirror you left only to see a reflection of himself, spiritless.

Ace Trappola

He was a machine, taking every piece of information he could find about you. He wasn't going to let it end like this. He had so much to tell you, he had so much he wanted to do with you, so many things he wanted to show you… his own beauty in this Twisted Wonderland.

He had no power to search for you. He didn't care that he had to stoop so low to get what he wanted. If it was what he had to do, if he had to drain every bit of his own magic to get to you, to be consumed by the ink, then so be it.

A purple cat with the token name of Che'nya appeared as he returned with a message. Ace gripped tighter onto his magic pen, awaiting the news. Che'nya's sorrowful face was the opposite of what he wanted to see. He was supposed to be brought to RSA to get you! Why wasn't he moving?!

Still no words exchanged, the cat fished a chain out of his pocket, holding out to Ace. As if he were automated, Ace held out his hands. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if the jewelry itself punctured his heart as it was the necklace he won for you at the fair.

Shivers went up his spine as his blood ran cold, his mind immediately constructing the worst of the scenarios that could happen. The warmth returned to his face as his anger boiled, directing it at the senior who only served as his messenger.

"What the hell happened to them?"

Ace grabbed Che'nya by the collar, knocking over his runaway bag as he spat in his face once more. "What happened to YN?"

Using his Unique Magic, it was easy for Che'nya to slip away. The cat appeared behind him and despite Ace's tendencies, put a hand on his shoulder as if to comfort him. The act of care confused Ace, that was, until it was all made clear.

"YN wanted you to know before they left… you were their everything."

From the commotion, the rest of the Heartsyabul gang entered, thinking a fight broke out again. Ace had been on the edge, but it was just in time that they heard the entire story. The letter you left wasn't convincing enough, even though it was talking about how much you simply suffered in this world.

Deuce was the first to reach out a hand to Ace, but both him and Che'nya were pushed away, as they met eyes with Ace, who's cherry red orbs only held the blue of sadness and tears in them, realising that the person who had been keeping him sane, his soulmate across this very universe, left him. His world, and his being came crumbling down as his heart was void of you.

"Don't… Don't try to help me. Just leave me the fuck alone."

Deuce Spade

He wasn't motivated to search for you. Why would he? He's the reason you left after all. Even if he tried to do anything, who could he really trust? It was something he couldn't answer. It was a dilemma. He needed you with him but if he caused you so much suffering, would it be better to let go?

Or would it be much better if he weren't here in the first place?

He didn't trust the wrenching in his heart, if he's honest. The notion that you were found, that you were safe in RSA… For once he didn't want to curse them out. His heart aflame, realising he was moments away from holding you in his arms again.

He ignored the sound of his room door opening. He couldn't care less about Trey or Ace invading his privacy. He wallowed in his own misery, his hands tracing over the matching bracelets that you made for him after the VDC…

"Deuce Spade?"

Yes, that's who he was. Deuce Spade. A pathetic existence of Twisted Wonderland that should've never fallen in love with you. With no clear response, the stranger simply outstretched his hand, and in his hand was a bracelet resembling yours.

Deuce couldn't angry. If he did, it'd be discarding every single time you comforted him to help him control his emotions. He couldn't… He couldn't get angry without you to be there waiting for him, to console him… to hold his hand in yours as your bracelets would entangle with each other.

With Trey, Deuce finally greeted the RSA student, Eloise properly. Eloise told Deuce of you, and how he and other RSA students found you in such a sorry state. With the bracelet, he gave Deuce your letter to him, but Deuce's head lifted when he heard the news about you.

"YN's… gone?"

"The professor offered it to them- and we had no say-!" Eloise began, but Trey held a hand to Eloise's protest, as Deuce, for the first time in the past week, broke into a smile.

"It's my fault anyway… I shouldn't get mad at you."

Your absence from the world puts the final nail in his heart. You always hated him, and that's the truth he'd carry with him to his grave.

"Deuce, wait-"

He kissed the bracelet that once hung from your wrist he'd kiss as his way of translating his affection to you.

"I… YN is living a better life. Without me."

Jack Howl

He knew you left him. He knew, with the wrenching of his heart causing him to jolt from his bed awake, as he watched in the mirror the mark of his spouse disappear. His spousal mark was slipping from his very fingers, but in the moments of seconds, he couldn't comprehend why.

The burn of the mark drifting away strained his eyes, as uncontrollable tears flowed down his cheeks. It hurt. It hurt to move his body as the tattoo burned off of him, it hurt to speak and it hurt to think about you.

He wasn't a good person, no matter how much he tried. It was the only explanation he could come up with, as he felt his skin tighten, a scar slowly forming. He couldn't comprehend sleeping right after, his body still as if he were a statue frozen by the loss of you.

You weren't killed in this world, no you weren't… You left this world. The clinging of the mark to his back proved so, because if you truly didn't love him anymore, the mark would not burn as much as it did. His spine was on fire, as skin pulled in different directions, slowly erasing the remnants of you from him.

It was a fright for Ruggie finding him in such a state. The heat of Jack's skin made the atmosphere of his room sweltering hot, that the messenger from RSA suffered the moment he stepped in.

"Rielle, you should leave the letter here."

The red haired nodded, nudging the letter into Jack's hands, unaware if they would flinch or if they would remain as the dead figure Jack resembled. He had no strength to move his body on his own, but it were as if his mind knew that it was your scent, his hands in automation as he ripped the envelope open, its contents delicately falling onto his claws.

A letter addressed to him, with the words he needed to hear so desperately from you. You didn't want him to get hurt, neither you wanted him to cry. The blooming feeling in his chest from reading your letter soothed his body, as if you wrapped him in a cold blanket to nurse him back into shape. He didn't let his tears stain the letter, rubbing the lower parts of his eyes until they were red, sore from his actions.

It was truly you, because only you would be the one to wish him happiness in this life, as you pursued your own happiness, away from the darkness that was Twisted Wonderland. No other resident of this land would've said those poisonous words, for they knew that the weight they carried to beastmen like him were heavy.

He didn't tell you, for he believed that you would be by him as you promised…

But once a wolf like him gains a burn from their spousal mark, they could never love another in their lifetime.

"My own happiness… my own happiness was only you."

Epel Felmier

No amount of bribing, bargaining or disciplining could quell the bloodlust in Epel once he heard you escaped to RSA. He had imagery of storming the school, setting buildings on fire and threatening innocents to reveal where you were, but with the position he was in, there would've been no hope for such an effective scenario for Epel.

Days. He went days without touching you, without telling you that he loved you, as he always did. He knew of your doubts of this world, yet he couldn't change anything. So… just this once, he wants to change something for your sake.

With the influence of Vil, Epel got to RSA, but it was just a little too late. The only person that approached the group of frantic NRC students was Neige. Epel immediately noticed that your bracelet was in his hands, which made him assume for the worst case scenario for you.

They took you away from him. They took you away from him, and had the audacity to present your belongings to him-

"I'm sorry Felmier-san… They meant to give you this but-"

He slapped Neige's hand off of his shoulders, the bracelet falling to the ground. Neige of course was taken aback, but there was nothing that he could do against Epel's burning eyes of hatred and rage, targeting the sweet male near his arm's length.

"Shut the hell up."

No, it wasn't time for him to get angry now. It's not against his moral code, but by proxy it'd be defying the promise you both made. The dwelling on the promise caused hot tears to pool at the corners of his eyes, as he stormed away, the bracelet threaded between his fingers.

He slumped to a tree, his feet aching from running away-

Ah… he's done it again. He ran away from when everyone needed him the most. When you, needed him the most.

His shoulders wouldn't stop shaking from his sobs, as the realisation that you were gone dawned on him. You weren't here anymore, you wouldn't come to him anymore, and he couldn't search for you anymore.

His throat sore from his chortled cries, his jacket stained with his tears and the skin underneath his eyes as he wept for his loss, for not being able to protect you… Maybe it was right for you to leave him.

"YN… I'm really hopeless, aren't I?"

[ira-hydrangea]

YOOOO req are open ??? If so , can i req imperial harem AU where the dorm leader reacting to reader acts mean and rude because she was being hypnotized

,,, and after she wake up she cry because she never meant to hurt them

I tell you the truth... THIS IS ONE OF THE HARD REQUESTS I EVER RECEIVED!! But don't worry. I'm up to the challenge. Just hope I pass right now.

Dorm Leader x Hypnotized! Imperial Heir Reader.

You have been acting weird lately. Always snapping at people and acting so rude towards your servant. This gives some a big question mark. What happened to their beloved Imperial Heir?

This situation not only confused the servant but also the consort. You are always so a soft-spoken person and never raise your voice over something trivial. But now... Everything they do is seems wrong to you.

In a short time, the few consorts notice something weird. You spend so much time with this newcomer. And whenever you get out from his rooms, you back to that evil mode.

'This is not right' they thought. And they hunch was right. They caught the preparator in the act. They are just in the middle of hypnotizing you back and the consort just burst in with a sound effect and order the guard to capture them.

Okay. I'm joking 😂 but the situation is almost similar. I skip the rough scene and get into the headcanons.

Malleus Draconia

You cry and hug this boy.

You remember all the awful things you did to him.

This boy tries to make you calm and said it's okay.

"I'M SORRY!!!"

"No no no... My beloved. This is the preparator's fault. Not yours. So dry those tears up. I know that you would never do anything that broke my heart." Malleus said smiling.

Malleus has held a grudge. A very big grudge. So he orders Lilia, Silver, and Sebek to save him a spot to teach that person a lesson personally.

You just turn blind eyes to that. You will join in if you can but your recovery is much more important.

After that, you will spend the most time with him. Sleep in his rooms for 1 week full and give him you attention.

Smug dragon boy 😂

Vil Schoenheit

Yes. You basically apologize to him over and over again.

"Calm down, my dear... Wipeout those tears away. You still need to explain this to the whole palace and give proper punishment to the preparator."

Vil understand that it's not really you that do the awful things to him but he is irritated at the person who did this.

Make the preparator his test subject. What? He needs to test a few of his potion effectiveness. Although it put the preparator in a very deadly situation more than once. They soon wish they were dead instead.

Leaving that scary thing behind. You start to give Vil everything he wants. A new silks, make-up, accessories. You also spend more time with him and always go out with him.

Vil is smirk when he sees other consorts' faces. That insult is very worth it.

Leona Kingscholar

"Calm down, herbivores... Your tears hurting my ears. Come here." His reaction is to hug you. Boy not good with words

You cry like a baby in his chest and keep mumbling sorry. He sighs, what happens to the grace of the Imperial Heir.

Spend the whole day trying to calm yourself down. He sleeps there, you have a problem?

After that is over, he turns his attention to the preparator. They would never survive the wrath of the lions.

What did Leona do?

Easy. Just throw him into the lion den and watch how they struggle to survive oh! Not to forget with their eyes plucked out.

Riddle Rosehearts

This boy are so angry at the preparators that he lock their magic away.

Immediately calm yourself down and keep saying the encouraging words.

Order Trey to bake your favorite sweets and bring him a cup of Lavender tea.

After calming your down, the punishment for the Preparators is given. He is a stern judge and based on Queen of Hearts rules. The preparator's head is going to be chopped and hung outside the gate.

Azul Ashegrotto

This boy holds a grudge more than you.

Left you in the room to settle the score with the preparators.

He destroys not only the preparators but also their family. Slowly from the social. He makes the tweels spread a rumor of the family's bad deeds. Only after that, did he play with the family financially.

Satisfied with that, he allow himself to return back to your rooms and calm yourself.

You told him how sorry you are and he use this situation to his advantage.

"Ah! My poor heart! Your words that day still pierced through my heart."

"I-is there something I can do?!"

"You can start by spending more time with me~"

Kalim Al-Asim

You cry, he also crying and Jamil has a headache.

How would I describe it? Kalim hugs you very tight bury your face to his chest and cries. You also can't help but cry.

Jamil needs to calm your both down.

It takes days to do it because no matter how much Jamil tries, he can't get Kalim to let you go. It's cute how you both get tired and fall asleep in the middle of the crying.

Sometimes later, Kalim woke up in the middle of the night and quietly get out of bed. Jamil already waiting in front of the door.

"Did you prepare it already?" Kalim ask. Jamil nods and still does not try to look directly into Kalim's eyes.

"Good... I give this brave man a gift they wouldn't forget..."

If you think the other consorts punishment is worse. Kalim is much worse. He comes from the land of Sands. His hometown tends to get creative to punish the servant that makes grave mistakes.

Kalim comes from a wealthy family so he is familiar with the sight of brutal punishment. Unfortunately, he has to use this method towards the Preparators.

Oh well... Maybe along the way, he can learn how to enjoy their screaming for mercy?

Idia Shroud

This boy is so panicked that he get out of his room using a slipper and without proper clothing. He even destroys a few of his consoles but he can buy that later.

When he reach towards the Imperial Heir rooms and found the situation had already been resolved.

Few people point it out at him and his clothing. That was when he realized his attire.

"U-um I'm s-sorry! I will just go back."

But the Imperial Heir stop him and told everyone to leave. After everyone leaves, they immediately latch themselves towards Idia.

"I'MSOSORRY!!! YOU ARE MY ADORABLE FIREFLY!! NOT A SHUT-IN USELESS CONSORT!! I CAN NOT BELIEVE I SAID THAT HORRIBLE WORDS TO YOU!!"

"I-It's okay!"

Idia is awkward at trying to console you but he tries his best. Eventually, you feel tired and fall asleep in his laps.

Now, Idia looks at his tablet while forming a plan to destroy this person's social status.

Oh no! He didn't believe killing the person that did this is the right decision.

If asked about this, he said to let them go and put them on house arrest.

Other people wouldn't want to associate with him or his family and that for Idia is already the worse punishment ever.

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Doing Anything for Heat

“Do you always refer to yourself in third person when writing these up?” 

“Legalities, Prefect, although I do not expect you to know anything about that.” 

Guess who can’t write as much anymore because she got a nasty bite at work! So yes, I was working on requests so diligently and then bam--this happens. 

As an apology for my late ass writings, please take this mini scenario for the Octavinelle Trio! Azul’s SSR card got translated and I just...god I love these boys so much q wq  Reader: [G/N]  Warnings: Casual flirting, possessive thoughts from all the boys and just MC striking up a contract with Azul and taking a very creative approach towards it~ 

“[Y/N]!!!!” Grimm pulls at your arm as you sit down across from Azul, the man holding out a contract to you as he tilts his head with a smile. “What will it be, Prefect?” 

Your hands sweat as you rub them on your legs. “Hehe~ Little Shrimp looks so scared~” 

The contract is placed in front of you slowly, Azul taking care of minding his manners as you lean back and go over the simple specifications. Made simpler, of course, since Azul had ‘such’ a kind heart. 

What a con artist. 

Winter was hitting Night Raven College hard but was hitting Ramshackle even harder. 

How many blankets had you bought from Sam’s shop? Ten? Twenty? You honestly didn’t know but you and Grimm were close to freezing some night and you had just about enough of living in an ice cube for a dorm. 

You were acting out of desperation. 

And, ever the businessman, Azul had stretched out his hand for your unfortunate soul. 

“Bring sixty customers during our lunch rush tomorrow and Azul Ashengrotto will personally see that a heater is installed in Ramshackle the same day.” 

You put the contract down and look him in the eye. “Do you always refer to yourself in third person when writing these up?” 

“Legalities, Prefect, although I do not expect you to know anything about that.” 

Great, more insults towards your intelligence. 

Sixty customers. If you were to break that down it would be ten from each dorm not counting Octavinelle. You could rope Ace and Deuce to come, guilt trip Jack for not helping you with that assignment due last night, kindly ask Epel to make his way over here and maybe if you promised Sebek that you would listen to him rant about his dorm leader he would reluctantly agree. 

But that wouldn’t be near enough. 

Azul clicks his tongue while Jade speaks up, “We will have to take that answer today, [Y/N]-san. If not, I guess maybe we could let you take some blankets from Octavinelle--” 

“Fine! Fine.” you sign your name on the dotted line and hand the contract back to Azul, the other grinning as he handed it towards his right-hand man. “How wonderful! I’ll be waiting with baited breath to see what you bring us tomorrow~” 

You give Azul the fakest smile you can muster, waving goodbye to the twins as you make your way out of the lounge with Grimm by your side. “Fgnaaa~! We are screwed! [Y/N] how could you! We are going to be stuck waiting tables for ETERNITY now!” 

“Not if we bring them what they asked for.” you bite your bottom lip as you look at the Monstro Lounge, your eyes falling on the small stage. 

Oh right. Some students played here. Well, students deemed worthy enough to play. You remember the Music Club trying to do a gig here but failing miserably the moment Lilia opened his mouth. Despite the failure, it did bring some people in to get Azul over the red. 

A floorshow. 

That’s right! A floorshow! 

“Grimm!” you grab the cat and bring him close as he freaks out. 

“What--what!” 

“I got it!” you hold him out in front of you, “We are going to have to let go of our pride a bit and this experience might humble us but...we will have heat!’ 

“[Y/N] you are scaring me--” 

Grimm barely gets to say what he wants as he is dragged back into your arms, your feet running as fast as you can into Mr.S’s shop for the stuff that you will need.

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“Ah! Little Shrimp!” 

Jade looks up from the numbers he was crunching, smiling as he sees you approaching the table. You wave at Floyd and nod politely towards Jade, sitting down and tapping your fingers against the bar. 

“You are here rather late, [Y/N]-san. We have two hours until closing time.” 

“I’m just…putting my plan into action. Azul said he wanted sixty by tomorrow, after all.” Floyd grins as he finishes cleaning up the remaining glasses. 

“Eh? You are doing something tonight, little Shrimp?” 

“...yes.” 

He leans close, smiling wider as he sees a certain change in your appearance. The Monstro Lounge was always dark in order to provide a more atmospheric mood at night but with the little light he had to work with he could clearly see traces of makeup all over your face. “Little Shrimp looks so shiny...just like a pearl.” You pull away as he tries to get closer, putting your hand out to stop him and turn your attention towards Jade. “Right. Do you have a backroom next to the stage? I just need to get some things ready--” 

“Go into the kitchen, farthest door to the back. There should be a door that leads you towards the back of the stage.” “Do you guys have a light booth--” “Next to the stage.” Jade’s eyes shine, interested in what you are about to pull off, “Do you need our help--” 

“Nope that is alright I can take care of this myself thank you.” 

Both twins watch you trot towards the kitchen, Grimm following close behind and about three ghosts ‘matching’ his step. 

“...Floyd.” 

“Yes?” 

“Call Azul. I think he’ll be interested to see what is going on.”

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“For heat. For heat. For heat!” 

You were doing this because of your situation. The situation was desperate so you had to take desperate measures. 

Grimm clears his throat as you finish fixing his bowtie, the transparent fabric looking beautiful with the stitched shells all over it. 

“Are the ghosts ready?” you ask. 

“Just waiting for the curtains to close.” 

The crowd goes quiet as you press a few buttons and close them, hushing the late night crowd as you step onto the stage. You try to step softly so that the click of your heels won’t be heard while Grimm opens up the rather large shell in the middle of the stage. This was usually used as a promotional device, customers taking pictures inside it to promote their visits to the lounge. It had a soft cushiony seat inside and could fit a whole student. 

You give a thumbs up to your other roommates, the ghosts smiling as their instruments manifested in front of them. 

Spectral instruments really came in handy in these situations. “Breathe...Breathe…” you sit down inside the shell and pull your legs up with you, fixing the train of your dress and touching the small shell tiara on your head. It was fashioned after King Triton after all, maybe Azul would get the reference?

Or rather, you hoped Azul wasn’t watching at all. “Okay...close it, Grimm.” He nods and brings the top of the shell down slowly, trapping you both inside as he gave the cue to start up the lights. This was all for a heater...and maybe some tuna. 

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-At first he wanted to laugh as he saw the curtain slowly being drawn back, when was the last time they used this stage? Student players just weren’t ‘in’ as much anymore and he had to keep up with the trends. What were you planning to do with this? 

-Yet his mouth clicked shut as the lights landed right on the shell, the music starting as your voice rang out softly from inside. 

-He barely paid attention to the band as the shell slowly opened, Grimm flying out elegantly as he opened it while your frame was slowly being revealed to him as every student’s jaw almost hit the floor. 

-Azul clutched his cane as he watched you cradle your legs close to yourself, the lyrics completely blowing past him as you stretch yourself out to show off the outfit you had on. It seemed to shine like a pearl under the lights, your chest being accentuated by how snug it fit against your frame. 

-He licked his lips when his eyes landed on your undecorated neck. It was as if you were begging for it to be decorated with bites. Surely he could make a nice necklace for you. 

-Dammit he should have sat closer, students were actually getting up from their booths and moving to any tables that were closer to the stage as you start getting up, the train of fabric in your outfit resembling the top of a shell as it brushes across the ground as you make your way to the floor. 

-He bites his bottom lip as he sees you making your way around the tables, your voice soft and melodic as the students watch the performance flabbergasted. You are letting your fingers glide against the tables, winking at some of the more bold students who put out their hands so they could touch yours.

-If you were to look at his face you would see no trace of emotion but inside his head he was screaming at you to pass by his table already don’t you know anything about customer service? 

-You finally make eye contact with the table he was sitting at, Azul feeling a shiver go up his spine at how your flirtatious eyes suddenly turned nervous. Nobody else had gotten that look.

-Again, he needed to see you looking at him like that again. 

 -So this is what you were planning. How interesting~ 

-He watched from behind Azul, taking off his coat and laying it on the back of the plush booth as he took in your form. Where had you gotten such a cute outfit, he wondered. The color made you shine like the rarest pearl and every time the light hit you just right he could see the glitter in your eyelids as you started to approach their table. 

-You made eye contact with him, clearly trying to keep up the act of ‘mysterious’ floor show guest but failing as his eyes took you in the closer you got. 

-The students groan when they see you sit right next to Azul, pressing close to him as he dares to put an arm around your waist and squeeze. Oh he could bet Azul was happy with how jealous all the students looked. 

-Jade couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him when you took Azul’s hat and shoved it in his face before pulling away as quickly as possible. 

-He follows your movements as you walk behind him, the sudden hand on his back making him hum in thought as the idea of pinning you right to the back of the booth so you would sing only to him suddenly seeming like the only thing to do in this situation. 

-You really had no idea what you could awaken in him if you kept playing around. 

-His eyes meet yours as you start walking away but his hand catches your wrist as he tugs you back to him--!

-But Jade, ever the unpredictable man, only presses his lips to your hand before letting you go.

-You were doing a floor show for the customers after all. Didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be talking to you later~ 

-Floyd had moved himself to the table closest to the stage, tie undone and smile wider than anyone had ever seen as he watched you pay attention to almost every table. The table he was sitting at had been filled with students who deemed themselves rather lucky to get so close only for them to scram when they saw who was approaching it.  

-He waves at you when you finally make eye contact with him, licking his lips and smiling as he sees your reluctance to get near him. 

-Which he didn’t mind, the fact that you were so wary of him made you all the more adorable. 

-You try your best to be as flirty as you had before, merely touching his hand as he holds it out to you but for Floyd that is not enough. The moment your fingers pressed against his palm, he snatched your wrist and brought you to his lap, students gasping as his hands landed on your sides. 

-Oh the material was so soft! He ran his fingers up and down as you press hand to his chest while you sang the last few notes of the song. 

-Floyd couldn’t help the little giggle as he saw the embarrassment on your face, your hand clearly pushing on his chest but his hands clearly weren’t letting you go. What were you going to do, little Shrimp? 

-His eyes widen at your sudden improvisation, your hands taking his and pressing them to your face so he could cup your cheeks. Instinctively he pulled you closer as the song suddenly stopped---

”Floyd-senpai, I have to go.” 

-The whisper is only for him to hear as you catch him off guard with that soft look and pull away, you holding out the last note of the song as if you had planned to be caught by him all along. 

-He clicks his tongue and leans back, eyes watching you go back up the stage and sitting inside the shell as you pull your legs closer to you before blowing a kiss to the now applauding crowd as Grimm closed the shell. 

-Surely the kiss had been for him, right? If it had been for any of these other bottom feeders...well no matter. Even if it hadn’t been for him, Floyd would make sure to squeeze you real tight the moment you got off stage. 

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You lay down on the cushion as you put your arms over your eyes, groaning as you tried to get your thoughts together. 

If this worked out the way you thought it would, word of mouth would get around and you would bring around sixty customers so that they could partake in what they had missed tonight. 

Has it cost you your dignity? Yes. 

Was the outfit embarrassing? Yes. 

Did you have to flirt with all three Octavinelle members so they would see that you were serious about finally going to sleep without shivering? Yes and yes. 

At least it was over. 

“Yo Grimm. Can you open this? I want to change!” 

Your hands tap the top of the shell, sighing in relief as it slowly opened. 

Only for you to yelp as hands pin you down to the cushion, a very familiar face grinning down at you as Floyd laughs merrily. 

“Ahaha~! Nee, that kiss was for me, right Little Shrimpy? You blew that my way, right?” 

Jade sighs and steps behind his brother, pulling him up by the collar so that you could get your bearings. 

“It was at the customers, Floyd. I believe [Y/N]-san wanted this to be spoken about tomorrow, correct?” 

You nod as he lets go of Floyd and holds out his hand for you to take. 

“What an interesting plan...right Azul?” 

The Octavinelle dorm leader isn’t really looking at you, he is still staring at everything that you had on taking it as much as he could before your voice brought him back. “So...how did I do?” 

Azul blinks before smiling as he steps close and holds out his arm for you to take. 

“I have yet to see the terms of the contract be met but...we can discuss how you did in my office. Mind telling me how you came up with this plan? ” 

“Y--Yeah! Sure!” 

You take Azul’s arm and speak about your thought process, not noticing the grins on the eel’s faces as they hold themselves back until they reach Azul’s office. 

How nice, it would be the first time you would be staying over at Octavinelle, even if you didn’t know it yet.  

[honey-milk-depresso]

Of course ahem-

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Bingo sheet

**This is my personal opinion, please don't take them seriously.

@rizavi-m @cherryjkj @twisted-clovers I’m slandering-

T*ey is a lot of things for me, and totally not my OBVIOUS hate to him, y-yeah I totally don't like him- d-don't look at me like that...

T*ey is regarded as a "boring" character in the TWST fandom to say the least, and it isn't very hard to see why.

He's just that "malewife material" and he's a "normal man who does normal man things", which isn't wrong, but I just want to peel as many layers of him as possible (which I miraculously can and not because I'm all for him, like- what- ahahahha- t-that's weird-) and say that's he's very weird, in a good way (well, that's debatable-).

He's someone who's quite sketchy to be honest, especially how much he wants to prove to everyone that he is "normal". I mean, a lot of his lines in game shows that he would like to be seen as neutral from how he doesn't want you to get too carried away on his birthday, how he's average in all of his classes, and yet in his Uniform Card Personal Story, he's shown to be exceptionally good in his Flying Skills that even Vargas marked him with flying colors. I'm not sure about his other subjects as of now, but this definitely shows that he's NOT average in anything.

I think we never really ask why he wants to remain as such. Maybe it's similar to Kalim and Jamil's relationship, but with T*ey and Riddle as he doesn't want to be seen as "superior" to Riddle because he's just a Vice Dorm Leader, and much rather have Riddle have all the attention as Dorm Leader, or maybe it's because he knows that Riddle's ego might be crushed as we see when Riddle was shocked to find out that T*ey's Unique Magic had completely overwrites his, and ultimately questions his own powers compared to T*ey's, and he doesn't want his friend to feel that, I don't know.

T*ey is also, from what I see, to be someone who's a naturally good liar. I mean, literally everyone fell for his oyster sauce joke, including honor student Riddle himself, so maybe all his "I'm a normal man" is all a facade, and he hides something he doesn't want people to know for whatever reason. He's just, so enigmatic, so frustrating to think deeper about, which is something I like. (Yes, I like intellectual pain and headaches-)

I mean, I also think T*ey is someone who learns best through hands on experience, like how I explained here one time about how he loves Alchemy translate to it (the gist of it, more details in that post), and how he's failed multiple times in making Hamburg steak to become the professional, malewife chef and baker he is (from Birthday Suit interview), and that, don't flame me, I put VERY bluntly and simply:

Is why he's a coward, but you can't blame really him.

For someone who rather learn things through experience, it would probably mean he remembers things very well in order for him to understand, learn and use it for like, I don't know- tests- obviously-

but that same good memory of his is also why he probably didn't want to stop Riddle because from the Twisted Wonderland Comic, we see that T*ey was traumatised that of how broken and sad Riddle was because of his own "selfishness" (is that the right word?) in wanting to play with him. I guess in a way, they kinda insisted that Riddle plays with them, but the consequences of his own selfishness (which wasn't really selfish-) led to Riddle being more withdrawn and heartbroken, and recalling that same memory over and over and over again is what led T*ey to believe that he shouldn't do anything about it, or he'll make matters worse and cause his own friend to become more upset if he decides, by his own selfishness, to have Riddle stop his ridiculous strictness, of course, the irony being shit just got worse. Maybe that's why he does so much for others (sort of-), to avoid the messiness of crushing the other party's feelings if he were to be selfish.

He just doesn't know what to do in that situation because that's the only time he would experience it and nothing more, his maturity depth isn't so far into being "when is the right time to be assertive".

But... T*ey is someone I believe is someone who's caring, at least, to his family members, like the FCKING STARGAZER EVENT- I'M NEVER GONNA GET OVER THIS- LIKE HE FCKING GAVE ALL HIS HARD EARNED MONEY TO HIS YOUNGER BROTHER SO THAT HE COULD WATCH A MAGIFT GAME- IM FCKINDGDFDHFD

**Technical difficulties faced, we are trying to fix the dumbass**

Ahem, yes-

He's shrewd in literally Stargazer event, tricking Riddle to buy him that food processor he desired, FRICKIN' Lab Coat Personal Story like need I go on? He's a sneaky little gremlin which can further entail he's a good manipulator to get people to do or think as such if he so desired. He's THAT good which is kind of scary (why didn't I also circle if he existed I'd be a little scared of him?).

T*ey is so weird, on surface level he seems boring, but I like to think that he wants to for many reasons he won't say but we can all theorise, that's the beauty of T*ey, so much hidden, could-be-possible lore from him, a lot more deducing than obvious information of him thrown at us.

Also, now that I think about it, him not wanting to be the center of attention is also translated outside of the story as he has NO EVENT SSR- FCKING- T*EY- PLEASE- I KNOW IT’LL BE HARDER TO GET YOU BUT GIVE US ONE SSR EVENT CARD THAT’S NOT YOUR DAMN BIRTHDAY (which I didn’t simp scream over), OR FCKING SSR DORM UNIFORM DAMNIT HDGHDFGD- I HAD TOO HIGH HOPES FOR HALLOWEEN, DIDN’T I-

and also he's hot- I mean what-

Now... about the marrying part, I um... I-it's not that important... That... I don't know why I circled that but I'M TOO LAZY TO CHANGE NOW AHAHAHHA....

but GOSH, T*ey has always been radiating "big brother vibes" or "dad vibes" "my husband vibes" and just as someone as a friendly person, which is probably rare in NRC (I'm not saying definitely but at first eye would seem approachable and kinda is-), and I would throw my problems at him (which is me crying over Cookie Run Kingdom lore), but at the same time, I would like him to pour out his own problems, just a tad bit, or at least just let him know I am here for him. With whatever I said above, he might be exhausted, mentally and physically (from his own schoolwork and vice dorm duties), and I personally, no matter the person, just don't like to see them be all pent up and frustrated with themselves or with someone else because it's unhealthy (I won't force it, though).

Gosh... T*ey is just so weird and confusing that peeling his character layer by layer is actually a lot, but also very complicated, because the (direct) information given to us about him is quite little, and a lot the time is deducing from what he does, his character and behaviour in the series. BUT THAT'S SOMETHING I ROLE WITH- GOD I HATE HIM *kisses him*

but yeah, I'm gonna end it on this note because other things I want to say would just be time consuming and this post has been long enough- :")))))

[elsewhereuniversity]

Why You Should Wear Boots after Picking a Major You Didn’t Want

A university is a place where dreams are thrown away.

Such is the case far too often. It remains Real even between the railroad, highway and train tracks. Even there, people interrogate themselves: ‘This is your dream, but is it realistic? How much is the starting salary? Look at your classmates, elegantly breezing over what you clawed through, tooth and nail. Look at your competitors––’

So many choose to drown their dreams themselves… even though, at Elsewhere University, the dead do not rest quietly. The Wild Hunt is proof of that. Yes, that Wild Hunt, which rides across campus when the fog rolls in. We all know the versions in which they hunt for students unlucky (or unbelieving) enough to be outside when the hounds begin baying. Stay inside, stay quiet, and you’ll be all the better for it, if they ignore you.

What about the other versions, though? What about the versions in which it is best to open your windows and howl back? There are tales like that, too––

Sometimes, those brave enough to shout along with the Wild Hunt will be rewarded with a share of prey or gold. Those kind enough to repair a lost hunter’s sled soon discover this to be the right choice, for upon closer inspection, the hounds are not just hounds. Their bones are laden heavy with wrath.

And sometimes, villagers tell tales of a cloaked rider on a white horse. Horseshoes spark against the night breeze. He will ask you to play an impossible game of tug-of-war. If you are wise, you will tie the other end of the rope to a sturdy oak. The leader of the Hunt likes clever little things. He might even drop a reward in your boot.

Perhaps this is why you see students wearing boots for a while after they declare their majors. Even Magenta (who got her name from always wearing high-heeled loafers of that particular shade) and Ma-Boi-Blanche (who has 17 pairs of white sneakers) wore boots back then. Rumor has it, according to a friend of a roommate of a Forbidden Major, that this footwear will help you abandon your misery.

When the Wild Hunt rides as a group, they come to condemn. The RAs are not wrong in telling you to run for safety when the fog descends.

On the other hand, when the leader of the Hunt appears alone, he comes to test. In this more benign (but not safe, never safe) form, 4% meet a bedraggled man, 2% a king of old, 3% a specimen of demon (the Christian subspecies), 6% a harlequin, and 5% a sledder with a thick Mecklenburg accent.

84% of those who have survived the encounter say that the leader of the Hunt wears a cloak and a wide hat that partially hides his eyes (one of which is duller than the other). He gallops in on a splendid white horse.

95% of those who survived the encounter were wearing boots (one of them was wearing spatterdashes over court shoes, but eh, close enough).

100% of the survivors say that you must be ready to be tested. Be kind, clever, daring. If you are all that––and wary, wise, lucky too––the leader of the Hunt will let you go and stuff something in your boot. A post-it, on which is written the major that they chose, yet hated with every fibre of their being.

Now, put the boot back on and walk. It may be a bit awkward to walk around, what with the paper writhing under your feet, but do so anyway. Every student who has tried it reports that when they got back to their dorms, the paper had vanished from beneath their soles. In its place, they had gained a floating sensation, grafted in their bones.

By the end of the year, Ma-Boi-Blanche and Professor Redd were chattering away like old friends. The Professor had to admit that his student wasn’t very good at dissections, but there was an unmistakable passion for anatomy in his eyes, and he would improve soon. (Very soon, especially with Professor Redd’s talent of acquiring practice bodies, his jaunty hat growing redder with every new specimen.)

On the other side of campus, the law majors learned to listen for the click-clack of high-heeled loafers. Woe betide the unlucky people who faced off against Magenta, who suddenly threw herself into mock trials with gusto. Her opponents gained a Pavlovian fear response to seeing any shade of pink.

This did not go ignored. The Involved went up to the two, in order to warn them.

“The Gentry do not offer things for free,” they said. “And intelligence isn’t cheap. What in Morganwode did you pay?”

To which the ones who met the Huntsman merely laughed, because they weren’t any smarter. The only difference was that now, they were interested in the subjects they found so odious before.

In the old tales, a satisfied rider of the Wild Hunt will reward a human with meat. The person will walk back home in the dark, one shoe on and one shoe off, the boot growing heavier with every step. Once home, they will see that the raw, bloody meat has transformed into gold.

There are a few who still receive this, not always in the payment of gold, but in blessings. (Childe House’s oldest RA is one of them, which explains why the once-every-305-days evacuation has a 100% success rate, even when half a dozen residents don’t understand what a “mandatory house meeting” or a “fire drill” is.)

  Which begs the question: why does the leader of the Hunt help so many?

Rewards are meant to be given to the exceptional few. Yet the unhappy are not part of these few. Given the number of students with newfound rapture in their eyes, one does not need to be exceptionally kind, clever, or daring to transfer their passions. Just wary, wise, and lucky are enough.

When asked, the leader of the Wild Hunt proclaimed that such a spell is child’s play. We’ve already provided the ingredients: two subjects and a passion. The price is low because all he needs to do is to sever the interest from one subject, then attach it to another. Simple work, he said. He would never think of charging so much for something he could do before breakfast. It is not befitting a warrior. Think of it as a favour from a father to his children, he said, then laughs as if there is a joke here that no one else understands.

There are more people who understand than he might think, for the more competent members of the Forbidden Major have another theory. Anyone with passing knowledge of folklore would be able to recognize this person at a glance, they say (quietly, and never to the Huntsman’s face). He is the amalgamation of ghost, fae and old god.

The first rider of the Wild Hunt might be, depending on the amount of fertilizer on the campus lawn and the moon phase, the oldest warrior poet. There are less battlefields for him to watch over now, but still he is song and madness. Still, he is overcome with fury when he sees yet another soldier buckle before the fight has begun.

This child would have made a fine skald. That child could have become a brilliant shield-maiden. This one had the makings of a king, yet they chose to push these futures away, he said through clenched teeth. These children began to think there was nothing left. They started to look at the pond and that single eighth-floor window which could open all the way.

This is not a battlefield, but… to give up before the horn sounds, under his watch?

Unforgivable, he said, with an unblinking smile, all teeth and lone glittering eye. To despair is to slander my hundred names.

So the leader of the Hunt casts a few spells here, a little trickery there, and coaxes the bright frenzy back in their eyes, or so the Forbidden Majors whisper. The price is only low because of who and why he is. He helps them so they can die more valiantly, another day.

  Think of it as a favour from a father to his children, he says, then laughs as if there is a joke here that no one else understands. This is despite the fact that half the Forbidden Majors and a fifth of the Literature Majors know who he is.

(Not that they would reveal that, ever. The all-father’s wrath is a terrible thing.)

  Addendum:

Statistics unavailable for those who encountered the Wild Hunt’s leader alone, while not wearing boots. Mythological references, as well as the Sword-House valet’s intuition, imply it is better not to know.

[Author’s Note]

I did not intend “Why You Should Wear Boots after Picking a Major You Didn’t Want” to be so long. Do pardon me.

There is much debate over the identity of the Wild Hunt’s leader. My personal favourite theory is that the leader is Odin, or some variant of him, which this submission is based on. Still, I couldn’t resist hinting at the others:

“Bedraggled man” = multiple stories, in which the Hunt’s leader is any hunter who preferred hunting to going to church, or else slandered a certain god

“King of old” = Arawn

“Harlequin” = in Vitalis’ Ecclesiastical History Vol. 2 (1140), Hellequin/Herlequin is the herald of a Wild- Hunt-esque procession of tortured souls. There is also King Herla.

“Sledder with a thick Mecklenburg accent” = Frau Gauden

-Louis

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quick q since i saw that u were an edenP, is ibara similar to azul twst? They r giving me the same vibes. I wanna know so i can decide if i wanna pull/tier for him

ANON........ anon. i have been asking that exact question to myself too sjdfksj

they do give off the same vibes. megane boys who run businesses + loves to scheme. (if i had a nickel for every time my favorite character in a game was a megane who had a lot of money and likes to scheme i'd have two, maybe two and a half nickels bc one of them isn't a schemer)

but i think there's some key differences between them ? and if you get into them more ig it's mostly their aura that's kinda similar. imma do a short thing just comparing them a bit. (ok it turned out to be long so i put it under a cut)

so azul ashengrotto, we know what azul is like. he does practically anything to turn a profit as long as he has it under control in a contract. he has the leeches, who are his childhood friends but he's also wary of them bc they might usurp his position as dorm leader. (i'm sure they won't but it's funny to watch him be wary) he's cunning and makes detailed contracts in order to trap his prey, and in the end he gets what he wants, mostly. and also he's unathletic sjdkfjs his powers lie more on his immense mastery over his magic rather than his physical abilities.

and as for his personality, he's smart. but he has his insecurities, since he was subjected to bullying all because of his looks since he was a child. he doesn't like showing strong emotions or crying because it reminds him of what it was like to be weak like when he was younger. he would also be nice but claim that there was an ulterior motive, and will not rest until a favor is repaid. that all works into his benevolent persona that he puts on when conducting business.

another important thing is that to him success is running a good business all on his own (mostro lounge) and making it more and more successful over time. and also the fact that he does have a loving mom and step dad (+ the ristorante staff who always dote on him) after all, he's put in all this hard work, anyone can see that he will probably get the goals that he's striving for.

saegusa ibara, on the other hand, has some similarities. his position is the vice president or deputy director of cosmic productions or cospro for short. he was the bastard son of the previous owner of cospro, but his parents abandoned him to an orphanage. shortly after he was turned over to a military camp, so yes mr sir was in the military as a kid, which explains why he's physically fit + keeps talking abt attacking and counter attacking in his room lines jsdfkj (also he was in this camp with yuzuru who is a part of fine but he left and they had a falling out)

since he was the only living descendant he inherited many properties at the ripe age of 12 or 13. the company (and other affiliates) at that time were falling apart, so while he was in middle school he spent a lot of time rebuilding it. he has a deep distrust for people bc of those days where adults would try to use him for their own benefit, and he would always assume that any kindness has a price attached no matter who it was.

ibara is known as overly personable. he's really friendly and knows exactly which words to say to make people let down their guard. he's also known for putting a distance between him and others, even with his own members. he calls them "business partners" instead of friends bc he wants to avoid getting close. ah, he's also good at being passive aggressive, he could make a compliment feel like a threat in seconds. he also believes himself to be lesser than his fellow unit members, particularly nagisa, so he works to "uplift his excellency's magnificent performance" instead of working to stand on the same plane as him.

(it's kinda sad...bc he's actually really kind by nature. he won't go against any of his member's wishes and if people refuse to do something, he'll come up with an alternate plan on how to do it in a way that suits them... but bc of the way he grew up he can't really allow himself to be outwardly kind in fear of getting used)

a lot of people call him the "viper of cospro" bc of his cunning plans or strategies to put eden on the top. he's also eden's manager, on top of being a group member, acting like a shield from the many shady board of directors members that he hasn't weeded out yet. he doesn't like showing others the efforts he puts into himself and his own performance (e.g. solo practices, training in gym). to him, success is world domination. or in this case making eden the best of the best of the idol world AND having cospro under his thumb.

sorry this ended up so long, but i just wanted to showcase the similarities n differences between the two T^T i think if you like ibara's character then definitely go for it !! ibara does have a lot of similarities outwardly with azul but their pasts are very much diverged and their internal motivations also differ so they both make for interesting characters >:DD

[rose2jam]

Why It Was Practically Inevitable That Severus Snape Would Join A Cult, an essay by Rose Jam

So, let’s talk about Cults. Disclaimer: This is just information I’ve gathered over the years from my personal fascination with religious cults.  I’m in no way an expert or a psychologist or whatever.  This is just my personal understanding from the research I’ve done.

A cult is started when a wildly charismatic Leader feels like they have a purpose, a higher calling, or a mission to be fulfilled (or they could also just be an egomaniac). Maybe they really do feel like what makes them special comes directly from a higher power, be that God, or the Heir of Slytherin, but either way, this person has a pathological need to be worshiped, and they need followers in order to do that.  

So, how does one obtain Followers easily? By finding the misunderstood misfits of society, and promising them something.  The people who feel like no one else understands them, or their ideologies.  But this Leader?  This Leader GETS IT, MAN! The Leader understands them perfectly, vindicates them, and makes them promises along the way.  Like, if they stick with the Leader, then not only will they finally be understood, but they themselves will also be revered.  That they will rise above all of the others who have put them down for so long, and will come out on top as a superior being.  

Any of this sounding familiar?

Charles Manson preyed on young people in the middle of the hippie movement, mostly women, who were feeling lost, lonely, and in need of guidance, or in terms of the men he recruited, seeking power over others.  Not all of these people were poor or helpless; some of them came from middle class, or even rich homes and families.  Yes, some of them came from broken homes, but all of them felt “broken” themselves, in some way. So Manson used their desires to have a family to draw them in.  He then used LSD and other drugs to keep them under his control, and he created a manipulative environment where the members of his “family” felt they could never leave him, and if they didn’t follow his commands, something horrible would happen to them.  I’m not going to go into full detail on the Manson Family Murders, but if you’re personally interested, check out the Podcast “Cults” on Spotify.

So back to basics, this Leader draws in Followers with flowery promises of community, power, family, or whatever.  But once the Leader has that following, the terror will begin.  Cult Leaders are usually master manipulators, and have completely brainwashed their followers into believing the “us vs them” mentality, that the outside world is evil, that the outside world will only harm them, that the outside world would never understand what they’re doing on the inside.  And that the Leader is the only one who knows the truth, so they better stick with him.  Or maybe the Leader has gaslit his followers so completely, that they become dependent on him for everything, to the point where they don’t know how they would possibly function without the Leader.  Or, the Leader has created an environment that’s so hostile, that Followers are too afraid of what might happen to them if they tried to leave, or didn’t do what the Leader commanded.  Typically, it’s a combination of all of the above.  Destructive cults will either hurt others outside of their circle (The Manson Family, Sect of Nacozari), harm themselves (Heaven’s Gate, The Ant Hill Kids), or both (The People’s Temple, Aum Sinrikyo).  

Now that I’ve laid this foundation, I’m going to tell you why it was practically inevitable that Severus Snape would join a cult.

Snape’s childhood ultimately laid the foundation for the mental state he would be in when he decided to join the Death Eaters.  He grew up in an abusive household, where his father, the muggle, had his magical wife so thoroughly whipped, that she couldn’t (or chose not to) use magic to defend herself, or her son (1).  Eileen had obviously told Severus about magic, about Hogwarts, about what a wonderful place it was, and what a wonderful gift magic could be.  Severus also watched as Tobias beat the magic out of her.  (I know it’s debated whether Tobias actually physically abused his family, but he certainly verbally/mentally/emotionally abused them, so the term “beat” could be used figuratively as well).  I don’t think it’s unreasonable to believe that Severus developed an extreme hatred of muggles with “burn the witch” mentalities from a very young age because of this.

Enter Lily, perhaps the only other magical person in his life besides his mother up to this point. He sees her using magic out in the open, perhaps recklessly, for fun, and he sees an opportunity to make a friend (and, admittedly, to be smarter than someone about something for a while). He was so eager to tell her all about magic, because getting to learn magic, and go to Hogwarts, has possibly been the only thing keeping him going in his young life.  And now he’s made a friend, a real friend who doesn’t think he’s weird because he’s magical.  Unlike Petunia, yet another muggle who makes fun of him for being weird (2). And Lily actually seems to like him back.  For a kid who probably hasn’t received a lot of affection in his life, this is monumental.  This friendship is everything.  Why wouldn’t he love her?

So the time finally comes to go to Hogwarts.  Severus gets to escape his abusive household, and finally has an opportunity to embrace magic for the first time in his life.  But almost immediately, he’s met with a hic-up.  Specifically, James Potter and Sirius Black.  So Severus is no longer facing abuse exclusively from muggles who think he’s weird, but now he’s also getting it from other magical people who think he’s weird (3).  And this started on the fucking TRAIN before he even GOT to Hogwarts. You can’t tell me that wouldn’t sour a kids dream right off the fucking bat.  And then, when he finally gets there, he’s separated from his only friend, by being sorted into different houses (4).  What a way for a life-long dream to be thoroughly dashed in less than 24 hours.

Let’s look at Snape’s Hogwarts experience.  He’s a good student, and he pours himself into learning as much magic as possible, and at being the best he can possibly be, probably motivated by a desire to be better than what his Father thinks possible.  During this time, he is regularly bullied and abused by the Marauders. Sometime before his 5th year, the Incident at the Shrieking Shack took place.  It definitely sucks to have been so thoroughly fucking duped, and put into a life-threatening situation involving a goddamn werewolf (5).  But perhaps even worse than that, the salt in the wound, was that no one fucking did anything about it (6).  He saw Sirius and James and Remus get out of that situation without facing any sort of proper punishment (as in, they all still stayed at the school as opposed to being expelled like they DEFINITELY SHOULD HAVE BEEN (At least Sirius should have been)). Dumbledore was looking out for the Marauders, but no one was looking out for Severus.  On top of that, Severus isn’t allowed to TELL anyone about it, not even Lily.  So, he goes through what was possibly one of the most traumatic experiences of his life, and he can’t even tell anyone that it happened.

So, what sort of support system does Severus have during all this?  He has Lily, sure (who literally told him he should be GRATEFUL to James, one of his abusers).  But, what he really has, is Slytherin House (7). I’ll say it plainly: Severus was sorted into a house that was already full of existing cult members.  McGonagall says in Sorcerer’s Stone that “Your house will be like your family” (she at least says it in the movies, I’m too lazy to get up and reference my books rn lol).  So, Severus’ family, his support system, for 10 months out of every year, is a house that is already full to the brim with pureblood elitists with prejudiced ideals, who would absolutely vindicate Severus in his dislike for muggles.  As a kid first getting sorted into the house, it’s obviously not unreasonable to become friends with the people you’re literally living with.  His dorm mates became his family.  So, when his dorm mates started to become Death Eaters… This is headcanon, I fully admit, but like, fuck, Severus didn’t have a lot of friends, and was probably already drifting apart from Lily.  Do you really think he was going to tell the people he had to live with every single day, not to mention the only people that had been supporting him for years, to go fuck themselves for using Dark Magic?  Especially when he was probably feeling like he was on the verge of thinking that their rhetoric made some sense?

On to Snape’s Worst Memory (8).  At this point, he’s spent 5 years in Slytherin House, with fellow students who casually throw around the M word.  He gets attacked by James and Sirius, he’s practically defenseless, and then the girl who he’d considered his closest friend for so long… has to force herself not to smile when he’s thrown upside down and exposed to everyone on the grounds.  Sure, she was trying to defend him at first, but she also fucking nearly smiled at his humiliation, his pain, his abuse.  So he hurls the one word that he knows is going to cut the deepest, that will hopefully hurt her as badly as she has hurt him. And it works.

Severus had been beaten down his entire life.  By Muggles and Magic Folk alike.  And finally, he’s betrayed by Lily, his last lifeline to the light.  He betrayed her as well, of course.  But he did try to show remorse.  And she doesn’t forgive him (9), which was her prerogative, of course.  

So.  Who does he have left?

I’ve placed little (numbers) throughout my writing here.  Each of those numbers denote the specific events that led Severus to becoming an angry young man, who hates muggles, hates (some) magic folk, and resulted in him feeling weak, helpless, and desperate.  For what?  For power, for a family, for a community.  For a world where he is no longer the weird one.  For a world where he’s respected, strong.  For the world he thought he was going to be a part of, when he arrived at Hogwarts in his first year.

And it just so happens that this is the exact world that Voldemort is (allegedly) trying to create.

Severus Snape was angry, and vulnerable, and as such, he was practically the poster child for the type of person who would be susceptible to falling for a cult.  Maybe he was recruited by his friends in Slytherin House.  Maybe he was recruited directly.  Either way, charismatic Tom Riddle came along, understood how he felt, where he was coming from, told him he deserved better, and offered him all of the things he never had in his life.  And being at rock bottom, being the lowest of the low, to Severus it must have seemed like a miracle of an opportunity, or perhaps, like the only chance he had left.

Now, let me be extremely clear; everything I’ve written is not trying to EXCUSE Severus Snape for his actions.  There is always a point where personal responsibility must come into play.  Except for children born into cults or victims of kidnapping, nearly every person who has ever joined a cult has made the personal decision to join it. I’m just trying to express how unbelievably easy it is, for a Cult Leader to find people with damaged lives and low self-worth, to suck them in with promises of a fulfilling life and grandeur, and for those people to be easily swept up and brainwashed into believing that what they are doing is right.  (Or that what they are doing is required, because the alternative is more horrifying.)  

The type of people who joined the Death Eaters are the same type of people who joined Heaven’s Gate, or The People’s Temple, or yes, The Manson Family.  Now, I’m just going to say, from my own personal point of view, I do not vilify anyone who’s ever joined a destructive cult.  On the contrary, I feel sorry for them.  Because most people who join a cult, don’t necessarily do it signing up for the… end result of what happened to them.  Some of them totally do, like Heaven’s Gate. Most of them knew that the end result was going to be the “evacuation of their earthly vessel”.  But the people who joined the Manson Family, for instance, did not initially join it KNOWING how it was going to end.  They were part of the family long before Manson even came up with Helter Skelter, and by the time the Tate-LaBianca Murders took place, they were already too far gone to go against it.

I highly recommend anyone who’s interested in a humanizing view of former cult members, to read the essay “Leslie Van Houten: A Friendship” by John Waters. https://www.huffpost.com/entry/leslie-van-houten-a-frien_b_246953

Or, at the very least, listen to this 7 minute NPR interview with John Waters about the essay https://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=111585116

It’s the story of how notorious film maker John Waters, became friends with former Manson Girl, Leslie Van Houten, and about how she broke away from the cult after her conviction, how she’s spent the last 51 years of her life recovering from the psychotic influence of a maniac who’d promised her the world, and how even though she was convicted to life WITH a possibility of parole, it’s never been granted to her, despite the fact that she has done literally everything possible to try and atone for her crimes.

Maybe I’m just a bleeding heart.  I’m pretty much the only person I know who feels sorry for Leslie Van Houten and other cult members who were brainwashed, abused, and manipulated into doing a lot of the horrible things they’ve done.  But there are people in the world, who have committed FAR more heinous crimes than the Manson Family murders, and who are far less repentant than Leslie, but because those crimes weren’t as notorious, they get to walk free.

Addendum: When I first posted this, I had a few people point out to me that they had always associated Voldemort and the Death Eaters with Hitler and Nazi Germany.  This is a perfectly fair point, but one that I personally don’t jive with, and the reason is simply the numbers.   There were literally millions of people in the Nazi party during WW2.   Death Eaters don’t even reach triple digits, as far as I’m aware.  As I hinted at in this essay, I consider Voldemort and the Death Eaters to be MUCH closer to Charles Manson and the Manson Family.  The Manson Family 100% had Nazi ideology, of course. "Helter Skelter” was Charles Manson’s prediction that there was going to be a massive race war; one that the Whites were going to lose, and that he and his Pure White family would emerge from it in order to rule over the remaining Blacks.  Kinda... sounds like a Death Eater thing, huh?

Sorry.  Back to Snape.  There is a lot we don’t know about Severus’ actual time as a Death Eater. I think it can be reasonably assumed he’s never actually killed anyone before Dumbledore (In Prince’s Tale, Severus questions if his soul would be safe from killing Dumbledore, and Dumbledore implies that his soul would not be damaged by helping an old man avoid pain and humiliation.  This leads me to believe that Severus never committed any soul-damaging murders before this).  Beyond being a sneaky spy and delivering the prophecy to Voldemort, his time as a Death Eater is all up for conjecture.  

Severus does make one important deviation from the typical cult member mold, however.  In the end, he manages to break away from the cult.  The scales fall from his eyes.  In a figurative sense, the LSD has worn off.  What made him sober up, was the threat to his last lifeline to the light. The one good fucking thing he’d ever had in his miserable life.  He was brought back by genuine love.  Ya know, the ENTIRE MESSAGE OF THE HP SERIES. And not only did he leave the cult, but he then spent the rest of his life actively attempting to destroy it, and atone for the mistakes he’s made, in an effort to bring back the world he’d been excited for, as an 11-year-old kid, so full of hope.

[m-jelly]

Hi jelly! Can I request a fic of college Levi x college reader in Oxford University where they met as classmates in a particular sub and rivals (hehehe both of them are smartass) and they are also dorm neighbors which are funny because they kept bickering. Anyways, amidst all of that they both fell in love with each other? A cute ending please wherein they are having a picnic under a tree at the university and both are studying which Erwin and the others are teasing them because they were enemies at first? Thank you Jelly! Have a good day!

Yes please! I love this. So, little snippet about me. I've been to uni and I have a BA degree in Philosophy and ethics. I know about the subject and I think I'm going to put Levi and reader in that class because imagine the ethical battles between the two of them! Oh you'd fight tooth and nail about what is ethical and what is not. The nice thing about the subject, is two people can create a middle ground. The subject is not about arguing, but debating. If you argue, someone isn't listening properly. Anyway, enough of me blabbing about my fav subject and boring people. Let's do this.

Levi sat in the lecture hall next to Erwin as their professior talked to them about ethics, the main subject today was violence and death. She showed the figures of death and violence rates in the country, then how they changed when introducing different laws. She talked about introduction of violence to punish people and if it had its benefits and side effects. She then opened the floor for anyone to speak.

Levi was bored at people's opinions, so he decided to speak. "Tch, I think sometimes you gotta beat some sense into some people."

His professor smiled. "Expand on that Levi."

He sighed. "Not every person responds to stupid coddling. Look at how many serial killers could have been stopped if we would have taken action. Repeat offenders need a stern authority figure at a good beating sometimes. Structure is good for people, makes them act less like fucking animals."

She smiled. "Interesting take Levi. I suppose people do enjoy having someone tell what to do. Our society is structured on the very idea."

Levi nodded. "People cling to structure and order. Sometimes we're too soft and we need to be harsher."

"I disagree!" Levi and the professor looked to you. You looked over to Levi allowing him to see this cute fierce look in your eyes. "History has proven that too much structure and control is not good. Humans rebel against it. If you tell people to do something for their own good and health, you will find that there will be a percentage that will refuse."

Levi shrugged. "Then those who refuse are fucking morons. If they won't do something to help their own health and others, then we should punish them for doing it."

"Oh, and just risk a riot?"

He leaned forwards. "Let them riot, because when they do you can beat some fucking sense into them. You're too soft."

You turned full to him. "I'm not soft, I just don't think we should go around beating people up and telling them what they should do. Besides that, who are we going to decide who is in power? Countries that have taken on your view have had the worst leaders. The leaders have taken everything they can and become greedy. Structure and order is impossible because humans are naturally selfish."

Levi clenched his fist. "So, you want a world with no police or protection?"

You sighed. "That's not what I'm saying. Some structure is good, but you have to allow humans to have some free rein to do as they like. We're not all the same, so what I might like to do in my free time will not be the same as what you want to do."

He shook his head. "Letting humans be fully free is pure chaos. Before major societies, we created rules and authority to keep us safe. We made rules up. We used to beat some sense into people, but now you can barely touch a person. It's fucking stupid. People are getting worse!"

You stood up. "People are not getting worse, we're just able to report things better!"

He sighed. "Look brat."

"Excuse me!?"

He tilted his head and stared at you. "I said, look brat. I grew up in the slums and we had structure with gangs. If someone did something wrong, you beat the living shit out of them or cut them up. As a result, we had order."

You growled. "I can tell you grew up there! You fucking barbarian!"

The professor shouted your name and Levi's. "I would love to hear you both debate more, but class is over."

You shoved all your things in your backpack and huffed. "Fine."

Erwin leaned over to Levi. "She's a smart one."

Levi hummed and hid a smile behind his hand. "I haven't had a heated debate like that in a while. She's naive and soft, but she's strong." Levi got up and gathered his things and walked to his place, but the closer he got to his room he noticed he was catching up to you. "Tch, brat."

You glared at him. "Why are you following me?"

Levi sighed. "I'm not following you, I'm going back to my dorm room. Am I not allowed to? Thought you weren't one for authority."

You pouted and blushed. "You're an ass."

He put his hands in his pockets. "And you're naive."

You looked at him. "I am not naive." You got into the dorm then stormed down the hall with Levi behind you. You stopped in front of your room, then looked to Levi and saw he was next door. "You gotta be fucking kidding me."

Levi glared at you. "Tch, just don't make too much mess or fucking noise."

You gave him the middle finger. "Go beat someone up, because it seems to get you off."

Levi smiled when you slammed the door behind yourself. "Firecracker."

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You at Levi had been butting heads for weeks and always debating about different things. However, the more you debated with each other, the more you started to like each other. The debate became more of a flirting battle instead of a straight up war of brains. The two of you would walk around together, he'd sit with you, you'd have lunch together and sometimes go out for drinks. Levi loved winding you up the most, because you always took the bait and you were adorable to him when you did.

One day Levi pushed it too far.

You were sat in your dorm room on your laptop and saw a few people had replied to your post in the philosophy and ethics uni group. You smiled at your professors approval and praise, along with others discussing your idea. You then noticed a comment by Levi. You sat up and saw he was ripping you apart. You were so angry and frustrated, because what you had written was close to your heart. You felt hurt.

You got up from your desk and walked to Levi's door. You banged your fist against his door over and over until he opened it. "Does it give you pleasure to hurt me!?" You blushed bright red as Levi stood there holding a towel around his hips as water slowly trickled down his body.

Levi pushed back his wet hair and sighed. "First off, good afternoon. Second, you look rather ravashing in this light. Third, would you like to come in?"

You slipped past him and tried not to look at his half naked form, but his towel was almost dangerously low and that perfect V under his abs just seemed lickable. You looked at Levi and blushed when he locked eyes with you. You moved past and looked around his room to see it was clean, but cold. He had nothing personal in here.

You walked over to a picture and smiled at the woman in it. "This your mum?"

Levi walked to his bathroom and shouted from it. "Kuchel. She was my world when I was a kid, but she died from a illness a man gave her." He walked out in bottoms and a shirt in hand. "Tch, fucking hate men with their need to fuck and own women."

You looked to Levi, then down again. You hugged yourself and sighed. "Something we agree on."

Levi looked over at you and recognised the pain. "Tch, what's his name?"

You looked to Levi. "Huh?"

"I said, what's his name? I'll skin him alive for hurting you."

You laughed at him. "He's long gone, besides Levi, it wasn't just one guy. Every woman has had a bad encounter with a man. It's scary to walk alone. Did you know I have to put keys between my knuckles just in case?" You sat on his bed. "Maybe you were right the first day we met. A world full of order might save women from being terrified all the time."

Levi walked over, then sat next to you. "I'm sorry."

You looked to him. "What for?"

He shrugged. "I dunno, being an asshole? Tch, I go to hard on you."

You smiled and shuffled closer. "I like that. You have made me improve my work and become better. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be pushed or challenged."

Levi hummed. "You've done the same with me. I'm better at the subject and a better man." He winced. "Actually, I'm not a good man. I took it a bit too far with your post. I really liked what you'd written and I wanted to do what I normally do, but I found no faults. So, I went too far and got nasty. I shouldn't have." He looked to you. "You have every right to hate me."

You reached over and held his hand. "I was a little mad at you, but I don't hate you." Your blush started to burn your cheeks. "In fact, I feel the opposite for you."

Levi blushed, then turned to face you a little. "So, the brat likes me huh?"

You hummed a laugh and playfully his his chest and hummed a laugh. "What about you?"

Levi gazed at you, then looked down at your lips. "I umm...well..."

You leaned closer. "You want to kiss me, huh?"

He nodded. "I do, badly. I've wanted to for a while."

"Then kiss me. I give you my full consent."

Levi crashed his lips against yours in a rough and fumbling kiss, but soon he controlled his feelings and clamed down. He wrapped his arms around you, then pulled you onto his lap. He smiled when you gripped his back, but your broke his resolve when you moaned at him. You had Levi in the palm of your hand.

You pulled back and lightly kissed him. "This mean I win?"

Levi growled at you. "Tch, fuck no."

You giggled. "Wishful thinking."

"But it does mean I'm yours."

You tapped your forehead against Levi's. "You have me too."

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Levi held your hand tightly as he walked with you to a nice little spot in the university grounds. There was a beautiful big tree covered in blossom, which he thought was perfect for a study date. The two of you were in your last year, both of you had jobs lined up and you were already living together in a cute home. Both of you were opening a teashop that had cute plants and philosophy and ethics books everywhere.

You and Levi were just so loved up and excited for your life together, that his friends often teased you both. He got annoyed sometimes at the teasing, because it would bring up the dark past where he would fight with you for no reason other than he enjoyed messing with you and didn't agree with you.

He watched you lay down the blanket, then he set up the picnic and handed you the book for the last bit of your study sessions. He pulled you to sit in-between his legs and your back against his chest. He smiled when you opened the book and started reading to him. You'd read, then stop so you both could discuss what was being said. You both challenged each other, but it wasn't as bad as it was before.

Levi frowned when you stopped reading. "What's wrong brat?"

You hummed and smiled. "Nothing. I guess I'm just happy right now."

Levi cuddled you and hummed in happiness. "Me too."

"Well, well, well." You both looked up to see Hange with Erwin. Hange grinned at you both. "If it isn't the mortal enemies feeling each other up!"

Levi growled. "Watch it shitty glasses."

Erwin sighed and said your name. "Sorry, but I think those two will end up fighting worse than you and Levi did in a minute."

You sat up and hummed a laugh. "That's alright. Come sit down." You grabbed a cup and poured him some tea. "We have plenty of food and drink."

Erwin sat and sipped his drink. "Thanks."

You smiled as Levi and Hange kept shouting. "I wanted to chat to you actually."

He raised a bushy brow. "Oh? Is it about ethics? You two have me beat I'm afraid."

You shook your head and laughed. "No. No I want to thank you for talking to Levi over these years. You helped him understand me a bit and being a couple. You are a star, you really are."

Erwin laughed. "You're welcome. I knew you two loved each other from the start, but Levi's never really known love, affection or care. So, he needed guidance. I'm glad you two are together and you're going strong. I look forward to being a customer at your teashop."

"Me too." You squeaked when Levi grabbed you and dragged you into his arms. "Hi Levi."

Levi gave you a squeeze. "You'll be proud of me."

You hummed a laugh. "Oh? Why's that?"

He looked to Hange as she pouted. "I managed to get Hange to stop messing with me without using violence like normal."

You gasped and turned in Levi's arms, then you cupped his face. "Well done!" You nuzzled against his face making him blush. "I'm so proud." You kissed him and hummed in happiness. "You're so cute and wonderful. I love you."

He blushed at your words. "I love you too."

You turned around, then picked up your book. "Alright, let's study then!"