#clover overthinks things

[rustedleopard]

Realized that Clover's comment when traveling with Ceroba about the last time that they washed themself being when they "fell in a puddle" likely applies to when they woke up in a puddle after Ava crashed and that just makes me wonder even more. Did they consider that a proper bath? Was that comment sincere or sarcastic? Did Clover not want to give away any information about their life back on the Surface so they said that instead? Was whatever life they lived on the Surface restrictive about their personal hygiene? Do they just hate baths? I could see it as sarcasm, but then, they also call a dumpster "the swimming pool of champions." Was it just supposed to be a joke line? Most likely, but I also suffer from "overthink things" disease and unfortunately it's terminal.

[leviruthan]

accidentally confessing to them while you were drunk pt.2

characters: vice housewardens minus ortho. jamil + other overbloat guys are here

You had a rough day. Between classes and Grim's annoying behavior plus the amount of assignment that the professors keep piling up- you were stressed and exhausted. Nothing new, to be honest. When a few students suggested grabbing drinks at the "Mystery Shack" you agreed, figuring you deserved to chill a little. One drink turned into two and before you knew it, you were... drunk and extremely relaxed.

That's when you found yourself face-to-face with him. Whoever it is, the result is the same. A rush of feelings amplified by the alcohol, leading to a embarrassing and honest (accidental) confession.

TREY CLOVER

Trey wasn't the type to go to places like that on his own. But he was there because, as Heartslabyul's unofficial mom, he'd been roped into keeping an eye on his dormmates (and Cater begged him to come along) Someone had to make sure Ace didn't start a bar fight or something similar. He was nursing a glass of simple water, his usual calm smile in place. Then you stumbled over to his table with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes.

"Trey!" you exclaimed, a cheerful smile on your face before plopping down across from him with all the grace of a sack of potatoes. "I didn't...expect to see you here. You're so… so nice. Too nice. It's your fault that I am totally.... you're too good!"

He is somewhat surprised to see you so intoxicated, your words not even making sense. But kind of found it cute honestly. He raised an amused eyebrow. "Is that so? I think I'm just average."

"Nooo!" you protested, leaning forward so fast you nearly knocked over his drink. "You're like… a warm cookie! Fresh from the oven. All soft and perfect and....and...and I love you okay?! And you smell like cinnamon" you leaned forward towards him then sniffed him. "...And I wanna kiss you and all that!"

The table went silent. Trey’s smile froze, his glass halfway to his lips. The students nearby choked on their drinks, and Ace let out a low whistle. Your confession hung in the air like the elephant in the room, loud and gloriously mortifying. Before Trey could respond, you decided the best course of action was to drape yourself across the table, grab his hand, and press a sloppy kiss to his knuckle. "I think I really really really like youu..."

Trey brain short-circuited. He was used to handling chaotic situations, but this? This was uncharted territory. His ears turned pink and he let out a nervous chuckle. He gently sets his hand free. "Okay, let’s… slow down there. You’re probably gonna regret this tomorrow."

You didn’t hear him. You already passed out with your face smushed against the table, snoring softly. Trey sighed with a hand running through his hair. He couldn’t deny the warmth blooming in his chest at your words even if they were fueled by alcohol. 

Though he did not think he would ever admit it. He always thought you were cute. Your determination, the way you devour his desserts with that big grin... and well everything.

But he is practical, always putting duty first. So he never let himself dwell on it. Your confession whether drunken or not, hits him harder than he expects. He feels torn between dismissing it as alcohol-fueled nonsense and hoping there's some truth to it. Either way, he isn't going to let you stumble home alone.

He gently pries you off the stool, slinging your arm over his shoulder. "....Well, let’s just get you home before you confess to the bartender next," he mutters. He carries you back to Ramshackle.

He tucked you into bed, left a glass of water and some painkillers on your nightstand. And tried not to overthink the way his heart skipped when you mumbled his name in your sleep.

You woke up with a headache that felt like a stampeding wildebeest and vague memories of humiliating yourself. 

Trey isn't one to make a big deal out of things, so when you run into him he's casual as ever. And when you stammer, obviously mortified about last night, he simply chuckles. "You were pretty talkative," he teases a little leaning closer to you. Your face burns.

"Don't worry, I won't hold you to it. Unless you meant it." He leaves it at that. His tone was gentle, leaving the door open without pushing it. You nodded, face burning. Trey wasn’t going to let you drown in embarrassment. He was giving you a chance to figure out what you really felt, one batch of cookies at a time.

RUGGIE BUCCHI

The Mystery Shack was a goldmine for Ruggie Bucchi.

Ruggie is here for one reason: free food. Some Savanaclaw upperclassmen were bragging about sneaking snacks from the Shack's kitchen. And of course Ruggie wasn't one to miss a hustle. He tagged along to supervise. He's got a plate of pilfered chicken wings and a smug grin, dodging the bartender's suspicious glares while scoping out any unattended drinks.

You were meanwhile drowning your sorrows in a third glass of something sparkly and purple. Your head is spinning. Everything feels dreamy.

You’re leaning against the bar, laughing too loud at a bad joke. When he notices you Ruggie slides up with a half-eaten sandwich in hand. "Yeesh, Prefect, you’re a mess," he teases with a smirk. "How many of those fruity things you had? You look two seconds away from faceplanting onto the ground. That will be a sight to see."

Your brain is swimming, and Ruggie’s sly grin is doing weird things to your heart. You completely ignore what he's talking about. Before you can think (well you aren't very thinky right now) you grab his sleeve and blurt, "Ruggie, I like you. You're so cute."

Ruggie's eyes widen at the unprompted response that you just gave. He nearly chokes on his sandwich. "H-Huh?! What's that supposed to mean?!" He laughs, but it’s nervous, his tail flicking behind him. "You're drunk as a skunk, aren't ya? Dont go saying weird stuff."

"No, I mean it." you insist, swaying closer. "You're always helping me out even though you act like you aren't. And your laugh's all… hehe… I love it. You're a scrappy little hyena who steals my heart along with snacks!" you giggle like the fool you were currently. Leaning forward to clumsily hug him, you almost fall. He barely catches you because he's caught super off guard.

Ruggie's brain has been frozen, ears twitching as his brain processed your words. The nearby Savanaclaw students snickered. Leona who was lounging in a corner, raised an eyebrow with a smirk like he was watching a particularly entertaining soap opera. 

Ruggie is so flustered. Scratching his cheek to hide the blush. "Tch, you’re gonna make me lose my appetite," he grumbles, but he doesn't pull away when you lean on him. "C'mon, let’s get you somewhere you won’t embarrass yourself worse. And, uh… maybe we'll talk about this when you're not three sheets to the wind, yeah?"

You're already all over him. Throwing your arms around his shoulders and ruffling his hair, cooing about how soft his ears are. "So fluffy!" you squeal, trying to pet them while he squirms, half-laughing, half-protesting.

You passed out thanks to being too intoxicated, slumping against his shoulder with a contented sigh. 

Ruggie is a pragmatist. He doesn’t trust easily. And feelings are a luxury he rarely affords. But you've always been different, someone who matches his hustle without judgment. Your confession while sloppy, makes his chest feel weirdly tight. He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol talking or if you actually mean it. But the thought of you picking him over everyone else? It's got him feeling really giddy. He’s not falling head over heels just yet. But he’s definitely very intrigued.

With a muttered curse, he slung your arm over his shoulder and hauled you back to Ramshackle, grumbling about extra work the whole way.

When you ran into him at the cafeteria next time, he was his usual cheeky self. He snagged an extra donut from your tray with a grin.

"Yo. You look like death warmed over." he said, his eyes lingered on you a little longer than usual. When you mumbled an apology for last night, he waved it off.

"Eh, you were drunk. Happens. But, uh… you meant any of that? Cause I ain't opposed to a partner in crime, just so you know." His tone was casual, but you can see his ears are perked. Waiting for your answer.

You stammered, blushing because it was pretty embarrassing. His grin told you he wasn't going to let you off easy. Ruggie wasn’t one for mushy stuff, but he was giving you a chance to figure out if your drunken confession had any truth to it. And maybe, just maybe, he was hoping it did.

JADE LEECH

The Mystery Shack wasn’t Jade's usual scene, but he was there on business. Floyd had dragged him along to scope out the competition. Apparently, the Shack's signature drinks were cutting into Mostro Lounge's profits. 

Jade is observing the crowd AKA gathering intel for Azul. The bar's a for gossip. And he's sipping something non-alcoholic. All polite smiles and sharp eyes. He notices you're there and decides to "check in" for his own amusement.

You're wobbling near the dance floor, humming off-key. Then Jade appears like he materialized from thin air. "My, my, you seem to be enjoying yourself," he says with that smooth as ever voice. "Do take care not to overdo it, hmm?"

His teasing tone and that infuriatingly perfect smile hit you like a tidal wave. The alcohol loosens your tongue, and you blurt out of the blue "Jade?? You're....ugh, I... Your creepy charm has got me all messed up!"

Jade's eyes widen for a fraction of a second before his smile sharpens, delighted. He's thinking you're obviously speaking bullshit stuff without any thought. But it's entertaining so he pushes further. "Oh? What a fascinating development," he purrs, leaning closer. "I must say, I didn't expect such words from you. How terribly intriguing."

"I’m serious!" you hiccup, pointing at him. "You're all polite BUT scary and… it’s so damn hot. You're a low-key terrifying dude. But hot terrifying. I like you. I wanna go mushroom hunting with you and..hic..maybe kiss you in the woods or something." You laugh, spilling a bit of your drink. Oblivious to the way his eyes glint and his smile widens.

He chuckles, low and dangerous. He's clearly enjoying this far too much. "Dear me, such bold words. I wonder if you'll feel the same come morning." He gently steers you toward a quieter corner, his hand on your back. "Let's ensure you don’t make any more reckless declarations tonight. Though I must admit, I'm rather curious to see if this confession truly holds water."

You weren't listening. You leaned closer, nearly tipping over. You’re touchy like never, leaning against his arm and tracing the edge of his glove, looking fascinated by the texture. "So fancy..." you mumble. Then try to hug him only to almost fall miserably.

Jade catches you with ease. Chuckling as you babble about how and why you like him. He's enjoying it, somehow it's more entertaining than anything else even if he mostly thinks you're just saying such things cause you're drunk. He lets you cling while steering you away from spilling more drink on him.

Steadying you as you swayed, he said, "Such bold words. I'll have to hold you to them when you're sober."

But you were already out, slumping against his chest with a soft snore. Jade sighed, a mix of amusement and exasperation. He carefully lifted you, carrying you back to Ramshackle with Floyd trailing behind, still snickering. He left you tucked in with a glass of water and a single pristine mushroom on your nightstand. A strange Jade-like token so you know Jade was here.

"What a fascinating evening," he smiles cryptically after tucking you in with much care, looking at you one last time before leaving.

You woke up with a pounding headache and a mushroom staring at you accusingly. You remember you probably bothered Jade last night. And some memory that feel like a dream. Anyway you went to see him soon. When you ran into Jade at the Mostro Lounge, he was infuriatingly composed, polishing a glass with that same enigmatic smile. He tells you to take a seat first.

He brings it up because of course he isn't letting you get away with that. His smile is sharp. "You were quite the spectacle last night. Care to clarify your sentiments?"

You tilt your head. The night was a foggy mess that didn't feel real.But all you can think is that you probably humiliated yourself to an extent. You haven't confirmed them yet. "Sentiments?"

He leans onto the table, coming face to face with you, voice smooth as silk. "You expressed such great admiration, I am quite hurt you can't remember," but he is smiling like always.

The memories crash in or well, they're now confirmed. And you cringe. "I didn’t mean to- okay so" you sigh, deciding since you've come this far might as well... "I do.. like you, but I didn’t want to say it like that! Can we just forget it?"

Jade's smile widens, a hint of genuine warmth beneath the menace. "Forget? Oh, but I’m far too intrigued. Shall we discuss this further… privately?" You have this eel hooked, but he'll toy with you first, savoring every flustered reaction.

ROOK HUNT

The Mystery Shack was the perfect hunting ground for Rook Hunt, who was there observing beauty (people-watching with unsettling intensity). He had been invited by some Pomefiore students who wanted his poetic input on their new cocktail recipes, and Rook couldn't resist of course.

You were trying to forget your miserable life with a fourth glass of something glittery and alarmingly sweet. And it was too good that you kept drinking even though you started feeling dizzy.

You spotted Rook perched on a barstool saying poetic stuff about the whatever.

"Rook!" you called, stumbling over with a dopey grin. "You’re so weird! But good weird! Anddd! I love you! You're like a sparkly arrow that shoots right through my heart! Hehe!" You giggle like an excited child.

His reaction is super accepting. Rook's eyes light up and he claps like you've just performed a Shakespearean soliloquy. "Mon tresor, what passion!" he exclaims, absolutely enchanted.

His enthusiasm made drunk you even more enthusiastic. "I wanna...hic...write cheesy poems together." You grab his hand, looking up at him with starry eyes and a shy smile.

He so thrilled by your raw emotion, even if it was fueled by cheap vodka. The idea of you as his poetic muse is already spiraling into a dozen romantic fantasies in his head. 

"Such raw, unfiltered beauté!" You threw your arms around him, nuzzling his shoulder and mumbling about how he was too pretty for this world.

Rook is over the moon. He lives for grand gestures and heartfelt declarations, and your confession is like a gift wrapped in glitter. He always admired your authenticity, your ability to shine despite everything. This just seals it. You're his muse, his star, his raison d'être. He’s already planning a forest picnic to celebrate your "heart's truth". 

"Alas, my dear, you are far too radiant for your own good!" he said. But you weren't awake to hear it because you passed out in his arms with a blissful smile. Rook carried you back to Ramshackle like a knight bearing a sleeping princess. He left you tucked in with a handwritten poem on your nightstand. About how beautifully you have expressed your feelings. (too much credit lmao)

When you you next saw him you wanted to hide in a bush. "Rook, I was drunk. I am so sorry for the trouble-"

"Non, non!" he interrupted, leaning forward and pressing a finger to your lips. "There is no shame in truth. I am enchanted, and I await your next verse- sober or otherwise." He winked, leaving you flustered but oddly charmed. Rook wasn't going to let this go, but he will give you time to decide if your feelings were real. He sure hopes they are!

LILIA VANROUGE

Lilia was at the Mystery Shack for fun of course. He's flitting around, and trying all the dangerous and hardcore drinks. Being a fae and being as experienced as he was of course he wasn't getting drunk or anything. He's just chatting with students like he was one of them.

You you were on your first drink. A a student said it was light. Spoiler, it wasn’t. Your head was a carnival ride.

You're just lazing around on a couch, giggling at the ceiling for no particular reason. Lilia plops down beside you cause he noticed you were here! And what else to do than bother his favorite human? His grin is in full force. "Khee hee, you’re quite the sight tonight, little one" he teases. "Had a bit too much, have we?"

His playful energy is infectious, and in your drunken haze you grab his sleeve and blurt "Lilia, you're so cool. How can you be so old yet so cute? I like you."

Lilia cackles, nearly falling off the couch. "Oh, my! Such fervor!" he says, wiping a tear from his eye. "You're a bold one, confessing to an old bat like me. But I must warn you my heart is a tricky thing to catch." His tone is light and amused.

"I'm serious! Don't take it as a joke!!" you slur, poking his cheek. But who could really take you seriously in this state? "I really like you. I wanna be around you foreveeeer!"

"Khee hee, forever's a long time, Dearie," he says, patting your head. "Lets get you sobered up before you pledge your eternal soul, hmm?" He is mostly just finding it funny.

Lilia has lived centuries, so he's not easily swept off his feet. But your drunken confession is certainly adorable. He's always liked your nature. Your honest heartfelt words make him feel oddly fond. He’s not falling in love yet but he's definitely attached. He lived long enough to know genuine affection when he saw it. And yours was as real as it was hilarious.

As expected you passed out soon. Head on his shoulder as you drool slightly. Lilia chuckled and scooped you up like you weighed nothing. Lilia floats you home (literally) while humming a lullaby.

The next day he’s at Ramshackle, dangling upside-down. You almost became a Ramshackle ghost out of scare. He laughed when you screamed.

"Khee hee heee, Good morning, my dear!" he chirped. "You were quite the love drunk last night? I’m flattered, I must admit!"

You groaned, hiding your face. "Lilia, I’m so sorry. I was drunk-"

"Nonsense!" he interrupted, floating over to pat your head. "It was delightful. And not entirely unwelcome! Shall we explore this 'forever' you spoke of, hm?" His tone is teasing but the smile he gives you is warm, leaving you flustered but hopeful. Lilia wasn't going to push, though will tease you. But he is definitely intrigued and he will make sure you knew it.

[starmaidengarden]

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬|𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥 !

contexts: just some adorable headcanons about the Heartslabyul boys

— Riddle : Trey : Cater : Ace : Deuce: x gn!reader. no cw/tw. cute headcanons. pt1! Pic: Leo08ph on twt, dividers: uzmacchiato

riddle rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

First, I don't think this is a surprise to anyone but he gets flustered very easily. he doesn't know what to do with his hands when you hold them. practically going into full shutdown mode if you kiss him on the cheek.

Riddle tries to come off as strict and respectable, but when he relaxes, he says things like, “You did well… I’m proud of you,” only to instantly stiffen as if to say, “Oh no, was that too much?”

He makes tea for you every morning and you can bet he'll pack you snacks. He'll give you some excuse like, “I thought you might need a boost today,”

He organizes perfect tea parties with fresh scones, fruit tarts (thanks to Trey), and your favorite tea at just the right temperature. preparing everything and acts like it’s no big deal.

He overthinks everything you do. If you brush his hand while walking together, he’ll spiral for the rest of the night wondering, “Was that on purpose? Were they cold? Should I have offered my coat?!”

He’s not so big on PDA. He will probably allow hand-holding but only that. If it's inside then he will give you all the affection you want.

You might be his S/O but you aren’t exempt from being punished accordingly if you break any rules but maybe he’ll go a teensy bit soft on you.

He will be on you 24/7 to make sure you are doing okay in classes. He’s only strict on you because he loves you and wants you to succeed.

trey clover ༉⋆｡˚

He makes special desserts just for you based on your preferences. If you casually mention liking strawberry shortcake once, congratulations! That’s now your official treat.

When he's flustered or stressed, he bakes to calm down, and you're always the first person he shares the “test batch” with.

His touches are so gentle and sweet, like the lightest caress, as he playfully brushes crumbs off your face or gently pats your head in a quiet moment.

He notices when you’re tired or when you just need a break from people—he'll helps you without making a fuss.

His gaze lingers longer than you'd expect; he looks at you as if memorizing every detail for later—your eyelashes, your smile lines, all of it.

He quietly does things to make your life easier, like carrying your books, adjusting your schedule, or making your snacks. Yet when you thank him, he just shrugs it off with, “I don’t mind. I like doing things for you.”

He’s like a pocket-sized survival kit, always prepared with tissues, bandages, or spare pens; essentially, he's a walking “prepared boyfriend.”

He listens incredibly well; you mention something just once, and he remembers it months later.

He always walks you home after late club meetings or dorm activities—always.

cater diamond ༉⋆｡˚

Deep down, he’s a bit worried about being forgotten or replaced, so when he falls, he falls hard.

At first, he flirts casually, but when he realizes his feelings are real, he pauses for a moment and then says, “You… really mean a lot to me. Like, seriously. A bit scary, huh?”

If you tell him he doesn’t have to put on a show around you, he’ll show you his softer side, resting his head on your shoulder in comfy silence.

He’s somewhat into PDA, he’s not necessarily against it and he wasn’t one to deny you whenever you get the urge to touch him. Holding hands? Okay! A kiss on the cheek? Okay! Hugs? Also Okay! He would accept all of that with open arms. And maybe he’ll put in a little kiss here and there when he can, he can’t help but feel a little bit mischievous whenever you’re near.

Sends you sweet random texts like “Thinking of you right now” (Translation: he’s missing you and hoping you’re having an great day!)

He created entire playlists and claims it’s just for fun, but you know it’s special!

Surprises you with flowers or little trinkets saying, “Saw this and thought of you~!” because he loves making you smile.

Personalizes your contact in his phone with cute hearts, sparkles, and a picture of you laughing—his absolute favorite, even if he doesn’t say it out loud.

Always capturing candid moments of you—your camera roll is filled with adorable shots labeled “cutie caught off guard!”

ace trappola ༉⋆｡˚

Constantly teasing you, dropping half-hearted pick-up lines just to see you roll your eyes—but if you ever return the energy? He short-circuits. “You’re blushing!” — “No I’m not, shut up!!”

Give you snacks he “just happened to grab two of” even though he clearly picked them because you mentioned liking them once.

He secretly sketches cute little doodles of you in his notebooks—but denies it if you happen to find them.

He'll lend you his hoodies saying, “Just make sure to give it back!” But deep down, he loves seeing you wear them.

If you’re having a bad day, he won’t make a big deal out of it—he’ll just find some dumb ways to make you laugh.

He’ll argue with you over stupidity things like “who gets the last cookie” just to be bratty… and then sneak some cookies into your bag later.

Loves inside jokes. He’ll start referencing that one moment from two months ago just to make you smile when no one else gets it.

Late-night convos while lying upside down on a couch, Sneaking snacks into class, Mock arguments about who’s cooler (he always says it’s him—but still smiles when you insist it’s you). Him doing dumb magic tricks with cards just to impress you, Secret, soft forehead kisses when you’re half asleep.

He tries. Like, he really tries. And sometimes he messes up because he’s immature or overthinks it, but he always owns up to it. “I was being kinda dumb earlier, huh? …Sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

He cares a lot about you! SOS him and he’ll come running as fast as he can to help you with everything you need. He wants you to rely on him whenever you need help.

deuce spade ༉⋆｡˚

Not much changes after you start dating. You still hang out with friends, go to classes together and still get into some trouble together just like always. However, he feels happier and more at ease now that you two are dating.

He's excited to explore all the romantic couple activities he's seen in films or read about, enjoying them with you without Ace and Grimm around.

Will walk you to class like it’s a knight’s duty, even if it makes him late.

Tries to act chill when he’s flustered, but ends up stumbling over his words and laughing awkwardly. It’s adorable.

He enjoys hearing you talk about your interests, even if he doesn’t grasp every detail—he loves seeing your excitement and energy.

Loves doing small favors for you. most of the time, he shows his care through acts of service. Carrying your books, walking you home, making sure you eat—but always brushes it off with, “It’s nothing, Just being helpful.” (But then he glows the rest of the day.)

Gets ridiculously excited over small thank-yous or praise—it fuels him for the whole week.

He’s incredibly soft with animals. He’ll crouch down to help a baby bird or carry a caterpillar off the path so it won’t get stepped on.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Hi can I ask for head canons for Sebek, Jack and Trey (separate) getting ready to go back to their families for winter break. In the excitement of it all they ask their s/o what they'll be doing during the break only for them to say that they'll be staying at school as they can't go back to their own families tiredly but accepting they'll be spending the break alone. What would reactions be and what would they do? Thank you!

Jack Howl:

Jack had never fooled himself into thinking he was good at handling emotional topics, and this was no different. He was used to family trips constantly being planned around the holiday, and while you were in a relationship, he did have to think about how overwhelming it might be for you to be introduced to his family like this. He tries to gauge your interest in the holiday he’s going on without making it seem like he’s bragging about it, which he might’ve done poorly on as you don’t seem any happier once the conversation is over, but it couldn’t be too hard to convince his parents to make room for you for a few days. You’re surprised when he shows up at the school earlier than expected, and even more surprised when he tells you to pack some weather appropriate items as you’ll be coming with him; you spend the last few days of the family vacation with him and all his siblings, leaving Jack feeling foolish for thinking you might not fit in.

Sebek Zigvolt:

Sebek is stunned to hear that you wouldn’t be going home for the holiday, as he had never considered spending it apart from his family (unless a certain future king requested it of him). He doesn’t have a solution as it’s not easy to bring an unexpected guest back home with him, but it doesn’t sit right with him when you brush it off and tell him not to concern yourself. Since you were dating Sebek thought it was only natural he’d consider your emotions, and while some might find solace in silence, you didn’t seem happy to be spending your break alone. You receive daily calls from him, able to hear the chaos in the background, even the relentless nosy questions his parents have about who he calls every day (which normally cuts the call short, but he makes sure to call back later with a proper apology and continues where you had left off).

Trey Clover:

Trey felt guilty for bringing it up as you had to have mentioned it to him before, he had just been too swept up in the moment to realize why asking might not be a good idea. He didn’t exactly want you to spend winter break alone, but wouldn’t it be awkward to invite you to stay with him instead? You were both on the verge of graduation, and it’s not like you had just started dating… It’s probably better not to overthink, firing off a quick message to his parents before distracting you from the topic he had introduced. It’s only when they respond positively that he asked if you’d like to come back home with him, mentioning he might be helping out in the bakery at least part of the time but there was plenty of entertaining things to do while he was busy, and then he could show you around in his free-time to show where he grew up.

[subbyboysgalore]

both Triple Down parts are making me go so insane uuuuuuu (i really do wanna mark Gakkun's pretty skin all over and make a mess out of him huhu)

Now… hmm i wanna switch fandoms a lil bit but don't know which TWST character to start with…

Let's go with Trey since he's your pfp tho (totally no other reason)

He works so hard, i think he deserves to be taken care of and pampered in bed but… I wanna hear about your general subby HCs about him?

- 💫

a/n: ehehehhe I'm so happy u liked the triple down posts !!

now. trey clover. sigh... sighh........ he's so infuriatingly attractive.. and he has glasses too.. ///// I adore this card.

tags: mentions of overstim and bondage, sub!trey

type: hcs

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- glasses glasses glasses glasses-

- okay ahem so anyways.

- With Riddle's outbursts, Trey is often there to smooth things over. He's the calm and big brotherly type, taking care of everyone all the time.

- it's just who he is, so he can't say he hates it but..

- well it does strain him after a while.

- physically, in a way that his muscles are sore and tired after all the baking he has to do, and mentally, with all the things he has to keep track of in order for heartslabyul not to crash and burn.

- he has to be there for everyone!

- maybe you should help him out..

- maybe massage his (muscular) shoulders and neck, listening to him sigh in relief.

- maybe smile mischievously as you whisper how good he's been into his ear, gently showering him in praises. he didn't know he needed that so badly until you did it for him.

- and maybe, just maybe, you know another way trey can relax.

- he can lay back on the bed, and you hush him as he protests.

- "wait- let me touch you too-!" he'll say, jerking his body forward to yours. tonight, he's not allowed to touch you until you say so. it'll be different for once, usually he's the one making you feel good. it isn't fair you never really get to see him fucked out for once.

- speaking of that, he's usually big into making you feel good first, forgetting his own body's needs until it's too hard (lmao) to ignore.

- sometimes he needs to be spoiled, an oldest brother deserves that at the very least.

- he's a service sub. it's so obvious.

- it's what he's happy to do most of the time, but he has.. fantasies about you tying him up, rendering him unable to move. he's embarrassed to say it would be relaxing, every overthinking and fast thought thrown out of his mind. He doesn't need to worry about anything, only to focus on how good he feels.

- when you finally get to fucking, push him to his bed, and tell him to stop worrying, he did so perfect today. to relax, the only thing he should be worried about is getting fucked properly.

- he's not very loud most of the time, which means it's all the more rewarding when you do manage to make him groan. usually the most he'll do is to whisper, no, whine out your name, staring at you with hazy amber eyes.

- his arms are.. okay listen. have you seen a regular baker? their arms and shoulders are muscled. if you push him down, he'll stay. despite the ability to easily flip the positions and roles around, he doesn't.

- ..most of the time.

- he does have a mischievous streak after all.

- don't worry, keep him overstimulated enough and he won't even think about doing that <33

[castingspellsanddaisies]

Jude Bellingham's bad habits + red flags | Tarot Reading

DISCLAIMER: This reading is done for entertainment purposes so take everything in here with a grain of salt and have fun!

Besides being a man, what are Jude's main bad habits?

garden + clover + man + cross + bear + fox

7 of cups + 3 of pentacles reversed + king of swords + 8 of swords reversed + 3 of wands reversed + the world

Jude sometimes acts irresponsably, specially when he's with his ''friends'' (yes, in quotation marks because half of people he hangs out with are not trustworthy). He's easily bented by someone who's (or appears to be) stronger in his/her beliefs, principles, religion...You name it! omg there are people around him who know this as well. He needs to be careful. He just goes with the flow when he's in groups.

Jude also tends to try to use logic in situations where he only needs to feel it. But he does that because he thinks he will move on faster if he rationalizes everything instead of just allowing his feelings to overflow him, but then he gets stuck in it and it feels like forever. He's not as smart as he sometimes thinks he is - not yet, at least. He overthinks everything soooo much.

Jude stays in situations where he's not being recognized longer than he should. He always feels like he can somehow fix those problems by staying, when in reality he ends up being disrespected in it.

And when he gets hurt, he overindulges. And how does he do that? In many ways, in all the ways (think Pisces energy). His escapism tendencies worry me a little bit. He falls for illusions, oh, so easily it's almost cute if he wasn't an adult man.

Does Jude have Red Flags in romantic relationships? If yes, what are they?

mountain + man + cross + fox + rider + sun | back of the deck: fish

page of swords + 3 of cups + 9 of cups + 8 of pentacles + 10 of pentacles reversed + the high priestess reversed | back of the deck: knight of swords reversed

Overall, I don't see anything too much worrying.

In his romantic relationships, Jude's pretty much focused in making his partner happy, in building an amazing (dare I say? He wants it to be ''perfect'' even) relationship. He wants to have fun with his partner, he wants to be the reason his partner's always happy. He's very active with his her and always coming up with new ideas to improve the relationship and both of them. fantastic.

But Jude sometimes withdrawls into his own world, and there's nothing you can do except wait until he comes back. He also tends to act a bit selfish, like doing something and telling his partner later instead of right away. In a long-term relationship, he tends to have abandonment issues, his insecurities start to show after a while, and it can be heavy for his partner. Jude may start victimizing himself to his partner, and this can be a problem.

Does Jude have any Red Flags in his friendships? If yes, what are they?

fox + rider + scynthe + child + whip + crossroads

ace of wands + 7 of pentacles + the tower reversed + temperance + king of cups reversed + 2 of cups

Overall, Jude's a good friend, a commited one. I see he coming up with a lot of ideas on how to have fun, always active, always a joy to be around. He's sweet with his friends, very touchy too. This man just loves touching a lot hahaha BUT he really needs to stop being a pushover, especially with these ''friends'' of his. He just do what he's told... Jude!

And he does anything in his power to keep things peaceful among the friend group, because I see that sometimes things catch fire. Do you remember in another reading when I said that he's very emotionally mature concerning ackowledging his own emotions and expressing them? (I also said tha he still has a lot to learn) Well, yes, he is like that, but as a friend, Jude needs to learn how to step up for himself, because he ends up being too ''childlike'', unable to assert himself among his ''friends''. He's... soft, you know?

That's all for now, folks!!

I hope you enjoyes the reading. Take care <33

[artificialpillow]

Meet Eloise!

The time has come - let’s introduce you to my OC!

I will not be writing a regular fic, so it might be a little bit harder to properly get to know her. But! There WILL be one shots, mostly about the most important events in her life and obviously some to describe her relationship with the love interest (😏).

Let’s start!

Eloise’s profile

Basic information:

Name: Eloise Veredi

Age: 17

Birthday: March 26th

Blood Type: A

Love Interest: Yuno Grinberryall

Birthplace: Outskirts of Clover, town of Guerdia

Magic: Glass Magic

Appearance:

Height: 165cm

Eyes: Dark green

Hair: Shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair with curtain bangs. She mostly ties it in a bun as it bothers her during training or work.

Clothing: Eloise values comfort, so her clothing generally allows a wide range of movement. As a commoner she does not own lots of fancy clothes (however she gets some when she starts working with the Magic Knights). Her favourite outfit contains a dark gray high-neck shirt, brown pants and leather knee boots. Her favourite piece of clothing is a green cape, which she received as a gift from her dad. Eloise rarely wears dresses, but with time she grows fond of them and puts them on for special occasions

Special features: With her magic being glass magic, she used to get hurt a lot while training. Currently, on her neck, arms and the right side of her abdomen are noticeable scars caused by her past lack of control over spells. Eloise’s face is partly covered with freckles, her ears are pierced - she wears small, silver earrings.

Personality:

Eloise is an introvert, however she enjoys spending time with people she knows. Due to her being a commoner she is cautious in making acquaintances as she fears being belittled by higher-ups. On the other hand, she appears confident while fulfilling her duties and doing things she’s skilled at. She prefers working on her own and is not a great team player. She may appear as reckless.

Eloise hates conflicts and is incredibly patient; however when the line is crossed, she bursts out with anger and lets all the emotion out. She has no problem with apologizing but would only do it when she actually believes she was wrong. She rarely confronts anyone, rather keeps comments to herself.

Despite not showing it so much, Eloise is emotional and quickly grows fond of people (the hardest part is actually meeting them). She finds it difficult to let go of things important to her and holds grudges when she gets hurt.

She tends to overthink and assume other peoples’ intentions. She is quick in judgement, but when proven otherwise she eventually changes her opinion.

Background:

Eloise is a daughter of Delano and Ann Veredi, known craftsmen. Her parents and her grandfather, Gerald, ran a business based on agricultural tools trading. As a child she would travel with them around Clover to find new clients and sell merchandise. One of the places they visited regularly was the Hage village, where Eloise met Asta and Yuno. She quickly befriended Asta, and played with him a lot. Her relationship with Yuno was not well developed, as the boy was too shy and guarded; therefore she did not know much about him. After her grandpa’s death, Delano came up with improving their products with magic. At this point regular citizens couldn’t afford to buy them, so the family started visiting the capital and wealthier towns. Eloise lost contact with Asta and Yuno completely. During one of her stays in the capital, she happened to see a Captain scolding an injured Magic Knight. Not so much later she heard an older mage bullying a squadmate for his status. At that moment, Eloise decided not to take part in the entrance exam.

When she was 13, she wanted to focus on her magic and stopped travelling with her parents. She would spend hours in the forest, trying to learn how to control the only spell she knew how to cast - The Glass Daggers. Due to her lack of control, Eloise would often get injured and come home with ripped clothes, and wounds that left visible marks on her body. Through the years she had encountered many strange creatures and step by step learned how to tackle them. At some point she became and expert and would take care of magically influenced animals and plants around the town.

Eloise never had close friends. She got on well with her classmates, but never considered them that important in her life. Her lack of closeness with people her age did not bother her, she knew how to entertain herself on her own and maintained good relationships with older and younger members of her community.

One shots background:

One day, when Eloise was figting magic boars in the forest, she suddenly got shot down. She found out that the Golden Dawns' knoghts arrived to take care of the problem on their own. When told to go home, she showed them her method for dealing with these animals. Mimosa, in awe of the girls knowledge, suggested taking her to the capital and introducing her to the Wizard King. He proposed that Eloise stays in the capital and teaches the Magic Knights her methods. (That's where the one shots start!)

Fun facts:

She has a habit of speaking too loud

She would often talk to herself

Her parents like to call her ”Apple pie”

She gets easily attached to objects

She loves teasing

At some point Eloise finds out, that with her glass magic she can cast a reverse spell and fight with sand

When asked about her scars, she jokes that she fell out of a window

Eloise does not know how to properly fly a broom, as she never really travelled outside of her town

She loves cooking but only knows how to prepare basic meals

She easily gets bored

[mysteriousbp]

While I was working on a ask I started thinking about a note in the Steamworks that always confused me...

This note:

I always found this note weird because it sounds like Chujin is questioning himself about how he's going to tell Ceroba and Kanako that he got fired...

But why is the note in Richter's office?

I then realized something... This wasn't always Richter's office... This was Chujin's office before he was fired and replaced by Richter.

Then that would mean that Chujin was the one in charge of this division since the office is separated from the others and has the files of every employee.

Which is kind of weird for Chujin, but that would explain why he got so many changes with Asgore to prove Axis. Because I don't think a simple engineer would have been given so many changes by the Steamwork higher-ups.

But that thought made me think of Axis for a bit… I then started to question something that always bothers me… How is Axis model 14 if model 8 was the last model shown to Asgore? It's implied that the accident with Asgore and Axis was the reason why Chujin was fired… But how did Axis get from model 8 to 14 if Chujin was fired?

Some people say that Chujin finished Axis outside of the Steamworks and that he was put there by Chujin after the Steamworks closed...

But that doesn't make any sense… Why would the database know that Axis is in model 14 if the last known model was 8? Why would Chujin finish Axis and just put him in the Steamworks to guard it if he was fired from there?

Then I realized something... Chujin wasn't the one to finish Axis... It was the Steamwork engineers...

And there is some evidence for this…

In the tape were Chujin says he was fired he says this:

After he got fired, he tried to find another way to save monsterkind that wasn't Axis… That means he didn't work on Axis after he got fired...

And that would make sense. The robots made in the Steamworks are Steamworks property. So they could do whatever they wanted with Axis after Chujin was fired.

So rather than scrap him, they decided to try to make Axis a robot that could actually work properly...

That would also explain another thing… Axis mentions other guard robots when Clover and Ceroba first meet him.

Why would the Steamworks build more guard robots like Guardener after the failure that was Axis? After all, only Chujin had the idea for guard robots.

Actually, Prof. Z (the monster that wrote the letter above), who is implied to be a higher-up, wasn't even sure of the idea of guard robots in the first place. So why build guard robots after Axis failed?

Because the Steamwork engineers were able to prove that Axis could work. Proving that guard robots could actually be reliable. So they started making more guard robots like Guardener. And made Axis a guard robot in a area of the Steamworks

After all… Asgore didn't say that guard robots were a bad idea… He just said that the freedom belonged in more capable hands…

If this is true… Then Chujin wasn't able to see Axis at his full potential… Because Axis was only able to reach that potential without Chujin…

A part of me doesn't want this to be true... But another part wants this idea to be true because it makes Axis's backstory more complex... And Chujin's more sad...

I am overthinking this... Or is this something that could have happened? I would like to hear opinions on this idea.

[heiznx]

WHERE DID IT ALL GO WRONG?

∗༝*◦✦ when and why did you start distancing yourself from him?

BEFORE READING, swearing, insecurities, anxiety, overthinking, trauma, invalidated feelings everywhere, misunderstanding, commitment issues, pent up feelings, and this includes main story spoilers.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Anyone who lives in the Queendom of Roses would know of the admiration the rose tyrant gave you before attending Night Raven College.

You were his earliest childhood friend, even earlier than Trey or Chenya, and his mother never separated you from him because it was her who introduced you to him; your parents had his mother's respect.

He respected you for being able to separate your personal life from the facade you show society, because for him, rules must apply wherever he is or whoever he is with.

Your first year at Night Raven College, you were doing well in following the rules, so you were able to stay close to him even after he began to be the dorm leader of Heartslabyul.

Students asked for your guidance, and you were appointed as the vice dorm leader, Riddle's chill pill, or one to distract Riddle, almost like what Trey does.

Staying close to him also means seeing his deeds towards the Heartslabyul students: being collared, told to sing, or told to paint the roses red as punishment.

Before the second year even started, you were the one to start distancing yourself from Riddle himself, and he was confused; you were his guide in trying to remain calm, though you never truly succeeded.

You can't deny Riddle Rosehearts scared you.

When will it be before he also does the same to you? You might be good at following the rules, but that's only because most of the rules are things you are accustomed to doing or not doing.

For example, in rule 256: you must not drink lemonade with honey past 8 p.m., or in rule 53, you must replace anything you steal. You don't drink lemonade with honey past that time, because why would you? You don't even steal so what would you replace?

While you were having those kinds of thoughts, you didn't try to talk to anyone about them because you convinced yourself that you were just a coward, and you couldn't even speak up about them when, in truth, you just didn't want to hurt Riddle.

In your second year, you plan on giving up your vice housewarden title, but you can't decide on that alone; the incoming paperwork would be stressful, but it would be quick.

"What?"

"As I said, I'm giving the vice housewarden position to Trey Clover," you respond nonchalantly, despite your insides shivering in anxiety. "And I wanted to let you know beforehand."

"Understood, but if you could, I want the reason behind it," he says, putting his finger in the handle of the cup before it was brought near his lips. "You have the perfect record without breaking a single rule for the past year."

"Should I break one in front of you?"

"How could you think of such a thing?" Riddle asked, his face showing distaste towards what you said.

"I had thought of giving him a chance to be one, especially since he would be in his third year by then," you responded.

You were scared and tired of seeing the faces of the students asking you how you were able to keep a clean record or them begging you to tell Riddle to take back their punishments.

The pressure of not breaking rules because you're not accustomed to them is just pure luck; sooner or later, you are going to break one, and you will feel punished as well — one day, you'll see yourself collared too, and you'll see people being disappointed in you.

"I suppose you are correct," he says, though you had a good point, he didn't want to agree with you in this.

Trey was his friend, and so were you; Riddle was about to be in his second year, and you were too; Trey would be leaving earlier than you two.

You were already slipping Riddle's grasp by not approaching him like you used to anymore, not even for small talks or venting about rumors; he just senses that you are feeling further away.

Even now, not even a small talk, just silence after his answer. Not even your usual thing where you try to predict his mood and the reason behind it; no, you were just so quiet.

For the first time, he also felt suffocated in your presence, just like you are with him; he dislikes it so much.

"I should leave," you say before showing that your cup was already empty. He could pour you another, but you didn't want to stay any longer. "I'll let the headmage know about the change of vice housewarden Heartslabyul."

Riddle only nods towards you. He can't say anything. Why are you speaking so formally? What was happening to you? Who are you?

He was never taught how to handle emotions, how to have friends, or how to keep people by his side, because you've done all three for him: you helped him understand what he felt, you became his friend, you were the one who stuck by him, and now you're leaving.

He wants to be blunt; he wants to use your old title as vice housewarden to talk to you, but what topic should he even talk about? He was just never taught how to get a friend back.

Riddle finds himself walking in the hallways alone, with you a few feet behind him but never approaching him. Unbirthday parties, you sit the furthest from where the queen sits.

He just convinces himself that he can handle things, even without you, and that he is fine alone; he doesn't have to deal with his emotions now. All he needs are those 810 rules.

No one in the Heartslabyul knows what happened; no one bothered to ask because you two only had each other as friends and you decided it's better to be alone than beside him, though you wished he reacted more when you said you'd give the title to Trey.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

You two were listless beings; he can never be king because he is a second born; he refuses to exert effort that will never be seen; and you were just you because of your past experiences.

It was never said what it was, but you two struggle with emotions altogether. The two of you were casual, the bluntest, the closest, yet also the furthest towards each other.

You and Leona could both take a nap on the same bed and even cuddle without involving romantic things in it, as if it were truly platonic; you two pretend as if it's normal to do so, which it can be.

You have trouble identifying between platonic and romantic; you even struggle with general love, so you have problems committing yourself to someone or even to things.

You were never one to be swayed by rumors or discriminate, but when it was about you, you became awfully self-conscious.

It was just a rumor that was bound to be spread, a rumor that you and Leona were a thing, that you were something more than platonic, more than what you thought through.

Leona has no problems with it, but you were suffocating. You were uncomfortable being seen around him.

He's not blind, he notices; he's always been like that, observant, yet you don't dare say a word about the situation; he is not patient enough to wait for you, so he immediately talks about it.

"I hate it when you look like that."

"You hate everything, Leona," you responded, turning to lay on your back while your nape was pressed against his arm. "It's an exaggeration."

"You're not wrong," he replies, his other arm across to your stomach and ending with his hand on your hip. "You know rumors are just what they are, don't you? Unless you do think we could be more."

"As if," you muttered, though your mood instantly lowered because of his words, and you didn't say anything, wanting to just drop the entire topic.

He didn't drop the topic and said, "Then what is it about? It's just some stupid rumor; you're thinking that everything circulates around you and you're going to go all mopey and shit because of it."

Was that an insult, or is he trying to tell you not to bother? Perhaps it was just you overthinking? His words made sense; that's how you function, but your heart broke. What does that mean? Why did your heart break? Do you not want to accept how things are?

Each time you're feeling a different emotion, a question of why you felt that way pops up, and you can't answer anything because you don't know the answer.

You want to get yourself together; you want to go back to how you function without truly trying to delve into your emotions; and if you want to be able to think, you need to be alone.

You sat up, and he pulled back his arm because of that. Your reaction was not unexpected; you mostly bit back at what he said, and you would throw the same equal insult he did to you.

"I need time," you muttered.

Leona is not sure how to take that, but you're already slipping off his bed, wearing your shoes, to leave his room; he didn't know why you didn't say anything in return.

What was he supposed to take from your words? You need time to think—that he knows, but about what? The entire situation? Why were you affected in the first place?

He huffs, thinking you'd be back, though he knows very well that you won't; he just knows you that well. He has to be the one to confront you and act like nothing happened, but he wants something to happen; he just has to be discreet about it.

It was a good time to think about what you two exactly are, your relationship, what you feel towards him, and finally try to exert effort for you, to show you he was more than casualness.

The following days, however, he couldn't confront you, he is insensitive, he pushed you to think of your feelings for a good cause, yet your emotions were all over the place.

Leona underestimated how you feel about the topic; the next time you talked to each other privately, you had to leave in a hurry after saying that you didn't want any more rumors; his plan backfired.

He just didn't get the result he wanted, and if he confronts you again, you might just get further from him than you are now. What exactly were those experiences of yours that made you turn out the way you did?

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

A friendship born from a contract: it wasn't the contract itself that asked you two to be friends; it was because, during your time in completing the said contract, he was amused, intrigued, and all the things that go with it, at you.

A kind soul that cannot say 'no' to him nor even try to brush off a conversation just because that's how you were, but that's only at the start, his interest in you grew beyond just having you work for Mostro Lounge.

Torn, you were aware of the fact you were getting taken advantage of by him yet couldn't say no to him; you wanted the entire thing to just stop, but at the same time, you couldn't deny that you enjoyed being with Azul.

In hopes he would keep seeing you helping in Mostro Lounge or just seeing you longer in general, he kept making more and more contracts with you without knowing it was starting to destroy you mentally.

He thought you could see he was trying to be friends with you, and he thought it was such an obvious display of feelings — it wasn't.

You were dense when it came to feelings; you weren't humble, but you forced yourself to be, and you assumed the worst, which was thinking that you didn't mean anything to him at all.

"Oya, you're not accepting this time?" Jade asked as Azul felt like everything just failed him; the deal was unbalanced, and Azul was the one at a disadvantage, yet you didn't accept it; it was plainly obvious.

"I'm not," you respond, looking down at the presented contract. "I quite lost my time in my own hobbies because of the contract, and though the unlimited [favorite drink] does tempt me, I think I got tired of it."

"Ehh, you get tired fast," the twin said with a frown as he leaned his whole weight on your back, to which you only chuckled.

"You're the one to talk," you sigh before getting up, causing Floyd to pull back on his own. "Thank you for the offer; perhaps next school year would be a good time."

"Are you sure?"

Unbeknownst to him, you felt a bit hurt that that's all Azul could ask you after everything, but you suppose that's what you get for being hopeful that you were more.

And unbeknownst to you, he felt more than what you're feeling; you had time to sort out what you felt, you knew this day was coming, and you planned it, but he didn't know, which was why it was such a big surprise for him.

Where did he go wrong for you to nod as your response? Which part of the deal was not tempting enough? How could you smile like that towards him as you leave the door?

You didn't ask for changes in the contract, you could've changed what you wanted to fit your liking, but you didn't, which must mean that what was wrong was not the contract itself.

Is Mostro Lounge the problem? You weren't mistreated, the tweels made sure of that; you were not discriminated against, but if you still chose other things over working with him again — was he the problem?

It was a misunderstanding that neither of you wants to talk about. Don't worry; it happens very often to people who can't find their voice.

JAMIL VIPER

Being childhood friends with you also being friends with Kalim, so in Kalim's eyes you three were all pretty best friends, but in the reality, you were like Jamil's therapist, one who listens to his venting and side-comments about Kalim.

You enjoy Jamil's company, but it just felt so wrong to be friends with him and Kalim at the same time; Jamil hated Kalim while Kalim genuinely liked Jamil and has no idea that Jamil hates him.

Of course, you tried to ignore this; you told yourself that time might fix it and that the two of them would come to an understanding, but you three were already in your second year, yet nothing was happening.

Nothing was changing, and you just had to do something about it. You tried talking to Kalim first; he's oblivious, dense, and very slow, but perhaps he'd understand since this was about Jamil.

You tried to word it vaguely; you tried to use the 'person a' and 'person b' kind of thing, and Kalim ended up consulting Jamil about it, who got irritated and said they were wasting time pondering about that.

"Like, where the fuck did he even get that example?" Jamil asked you as he washed the dishes and then handed them to you, who placed them on the drying rack for plates. "He even said that he didn't think about it and just straight up went and asked me."

"That's so Kalim," you muttered, but you were degrading yourself for not thinking that Kalim would do that. "If it were me, person a and person b should come to an understanding that both of them were seeing each other wrongly."

The example Kalim had hits too close to home, and Jamil didn't even ask who he got those words from, but he's sure your words just now didn't help. He didn't ask for your opinion or wise words; things aren't as easy as they seem.

Perhaps it was his face that made your expression contort into surprise with a tint of hurt; was his expression too evident? He muttered an apology for hurting you.

You looked away already but smiled a little as you nodded and uttered your own apology, understanding that the topic might've been too sensitive.

Your first attempt already made you feel discouraged; it seems like Jamil hates Kalim more than you thought. Now that you think about it, why did you only choose to act now?

You were too late, and even if you confront him now, in his eyes, you were probably too low — the meaning of your friendship with him is low because he'll only take advice from respected individuals.

Jamil swore it was Kalim's fault for giving that example because you only gave him waves in the hallways after that night instead of approaching him. You still help him with kitchen duties, laugh, and talk like you always do, but you feel so far away.

He looks at you and gets reminded of himself, who had pent-up emotions that he confides in you about, but you look like you're about to burst, yet at the same time, you don't look any different.

He confronted you, but it made you feel like you were a bother for even feeling or trying to hide what you felt, especially when he sighed before asking if it was about his past vent about Kalim.

Your nails scratched on the surface of what you were touching instantly, and they quickly dug in your palm before you responded, "No, why bring that up again?"

"Wouldn't it be easy if you admit it so you can stop being like that?" he asked, and his words sounded so hurtful, but he didn't even notice that it came that way for you. "You're making things tense."

"How come you notice that when it comes to me but not when you do it?" you asked, returning the spice bowl to the counter. "That's a bit unfair."

Jamil was taken aback by your words, almost even saying a comeback or tell you that he was just concerned, but you sighed to calm yourself and apologized to him before saying you'd skip dinner and then you left the kitchen.

What kind of outburst was that? It came and fizzed out so quickly. What was going through your mind? What did you mean? He made things awkward before? He doesn't remember. Jamil felt conflicted.

He's convinced that you'd come back and apologize soon; instead, he sees you avoiding him but talking to Kalim. Just why only Kalim? Did your words from before really had meaning?

You had no intentions to speak to Kalim or Jamil at all because you were embarrassed and guilty for what you said; you could've handled that differently, but you're not sure if you would do it again if given another chance.

Kalim approaches you naturally because he's unaware of everything, and that made you wish you could be like him. Maybe you were starting to understand Jamil's hatred for him; you can't bear it to think like that of your friend!

You're going to suck it up and use your savings to eat at Mostro Lounge; you'd rather sign contracts with Azul than see or even talk to any of the two; you need space, and you need time to think things through further.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

When you two were children, he was incredibly inspiring. You watched him practice his lines, and when his father was not around, you became his judge to see if his emotions and body language were aligned.

You grew up understanding how he learned etiquette and taught you too, saying you should apply it every time until it became something you do subconsciously; you enjoy learning with him.

You two basically watched each other grow, but you think that Vil helped you more than you could've ever helped yourself; if you hadn't met him, perhaps you would've had a few embarrassing phases, and you would barely know a thing about cosmetics.

Vil was aware you learned slower than him; he gave you multiple considerations because you truly were trying, and he knew you weren't a model or an actor like him; you were just you, known by the popularity because of just having the title of being his childhood friend.

The only thing that suddenly made things change was when you were in your first years at Night Raven College, when a huntsman from the dorm, Savanaclaw, appeared and fed Vil's ego more than you could ever imagine — you felt insecure.

You were replaced, or at least you thought so, by a huntsman who was so observant and went on for 5 hours about Vil's performance on a bench in the snow.

You barely appeared in his life anymore, only treating his cold when he had one because his conversations with Rook were going back and forth; you were certain you were being forgotten.

"I feel like a nanny," you laughed as you helped him wear his headband and then push it up so it'd pull back his hair. His skincare products were just by his nightstand. "The moisturizer is missing, did you misplace it?"

"How could I?" he huffed his eyes closed as you lather up the loofah. "Rook has it, don't we use the same product? Lend it to me for today."

"Seriously...?" you ask, sounding troubled since you already had the soap on the loofah and he responded a bit too late. "I'll be back."

You met Rook on the way to your room; his hair was unkept, and he — you can't even continue — while you thought of his imperfections, he already saw and knew everything about you from first glance; you realized why Vil kept him around.

As Rook complimented you, you felt sick in your stomach for thinking that you could somehow at least be a bit better than him, to at least be noticed by Vil, like how Rook can be with Vil for five hours in the snow.

Vil was willing to catch a cold just to keep their conversation going.

Jealousy was such an immature thing; you can deal with this feeling with much more control. You felt inferior, and Rook even called what you felt right now: beautiful.

You had to excuse yourself because you said that you were tending to Vil's face, and that was when Rook remembered that he was supposed to give back the moisturizer he borrowed from Vil.

You felt so lost; Rook destroys you yet gives you a different perspective. Vil noticed the change in you when you went back to his room, and he looked a bit happy to see that you'd met the huntsman.

He talked about Rook while you were doing his skin care in his stead. While you wallowed in your jealousy, you failed to notice that Vil was happy that Rook finally saw you, who had stuck with him for so long.

You failed to see that Vil had talked about you to Rook, who knew everything about you, such as your identity and the strange facts about you, at first glance because of the model.

Rook was nice, Rook was good, and you decided to keep your feelings lowkey. You just wait to be called on instead of being close to him as you were before. Vil's standards were high, and you feel like you can never reach them.

IDIA SHROUD

Night gaming, one of you streaming when the other is busy, staying up until dawn, talking about whatever, and sharing side-comments about whatever happens in the present time — the friendship you had with Idia was just that simple.

You two were almost kinnies; you were both introverts, doubtful, anxious, and had the same interests, and the only way to get you two to talk a lot is to talk about the said interests. The only difference between the two of you was that Idia could rub people the wrong way while you were overly considerate.

There were a lot of things you brushed off with him, such as when he comments about the character you find interesting and he goes on about the mentioned character, pointing out their bad traits, until you say that it feels like you relate to them, he closes his mouth immediately.

It's funny if you don't overthink it.

You find yourself wondering if Idia considers you that way too. You wonder if he thinks your personality is as bad as the characters you said were interesting because you kin them. You wonder if the side comments you two make about other people also apply to you, like if he talks behind your back.

It doesn't matter who he does it with, because the only answer could be Ortho. You feel pathetic for being so desperate to know as to approach the child — robot — artificial intelligence just to know about it.

Your question was so vague that Ortho thought you meant it in a good way because you asked, "Does Idia talk about me sometimes?"

Ortho, who has been supporting his brother for a very long time and is aware of Idia's blossoming feelings towards you and thinks it's a chance to take a step forward, said, "Yes! Brother talks a lot about you!"

You weren't aware that what Ortho meant was that Idia was talking about you in a good way and that Ortho was only hearing good things about you, and Idia was trying to justify that what he feels and sees about you is only platonic.

Imagine Ortho's confusion, wondering why your heartbeat continues to remain at that fast pace, yet your expression showed him something akin to hearing the worst news of your life.

As a child, if someone you're talking to reacts negatively to your response, it means that they wanted to hear the other response.

Ortho tried to correct his so-called mistake and said, "I mean no! Brother doesn't talk about you at all!"

Which one is the most confused here? You or him? You thought Idia was talking bad about you, which you could've gotten wrong, but seeing Ortho deny it and lie, which he doesn't do, just confirmed that Idia was talking bad about you.

Now Ortho is wondering why your expression of pure horror remained on your face; he changed his answer, yet you reacted the same as if both answers were bad for you.

This misunderstanding carried on while Idia remained unaware of the entire situation.

When you tried to act normal the next time you two met or played a game, you ended up being so distracted that he jokingly mocked you for being bad at it, and you ended up overthinking about it more, much to Ortho's dismay.

"Ortho, is it me or is [name]-shi inactive these days?"

"They've been inactive ever since you told them they were bad at games, brother..."

"No way, did they take my insult seriously?"

None of you can bring up the said topic, continued to avoid it while also avoiding each other, and Ortho had to try and encourage his brother to make the first move.

Ortho does try to guilt-trip you too.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

How could you tell him that his lack of social skills was suffocating and somewhat irritating?

Anyone who is not equal to his abilities wouldn't dare think of what's in your mind right now, let alone even think that the crowned prince has any shortcomings.

You were somewhat close to Malleus, which is why you can think the way you do, why you can see his shortcomings, and why you can't bring yourself to open up about the topic.

There were times you thought to yourself that you were too controlling of people's lives, and sometimes you don't even see the shortcomings of people, but somehow, Malleus did something you disliked that made you see more.

This stung your heart and made you question yourself many times. Malleus, who doesn't even know the effect of his words and actions on others sometimes, noticed your mood.

When he asked about your well-being, it felt like you were having an identity crisis; no matter how many times this happens, you can never get used to it.

Malleus was your friend, so why were you thinking about him like that? So wrongly, it's as if you were painting him bad, though you felt like you were the bad person.

He needs your help; he seeks to understand humans like yourself and actually tries to make an effort in doing so. From the progress you've seen, it seems like the more he understands them, the more he is starting to understand himself too.

"Maybe just a bit pressured from the exams," you responded, your laugh turning nervous as your gaze left his to tend to your meal. "And since when did they serve this kind of tea in the canteen?"

"You have not even taken a single sip of the tea to know what it is," Malleus responded, his eyes only on you. "You drank the same tea just the day before."

"Perhaps I am a bit out of it..." you mutter to yourself.

"How dare you respond to Waka-sama without —"

"Drop it, Sebek," the fae immediately said, his hand making a gesture that followed his words.

Right, it wasn't just Malleus that you were having troubles with; it was also one of his retainers, Sebek Zigvolt, who wouldn't let a single day pass without chastising you for a single mistake.

At one point, you wanted to use Sebek as a reason why you wanted to leave your friendship with Malleus behind, but you thought that it was such a selfish reason to do so.

Were you the bad friend? You couldn't bare that thought.

Malleus never confronted you about your lack of energy, Sebek scolds you for it, Silver tries to confront you about it but isn't close enough to you, and Lilia tries to offer advice in the form of comments or stories.

The guidance you're giving him is also one that you're starting to need, but you couldn't bring yourself to make it obvious or ask for it in fear of being seen as incompetent by Sebek.

In his view, he was waiting for you to approach him first because that's what you always do with him, remaining patient and putting up with him; he wants you to feel as comfortable as he was with you, but he couldn't put it into words.

THIS IS HEIZNX, i-i'm biased -- had to check leona's headcanoned enneagram which was 8w7 in order to try to make up sentences abt him cuz i literally forgot almost everything in twst after getting fixated on something else that i don't even remember. everything in here feels so personal... is this even publishable? man,, WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST TYPE IN AZUL'S PART IM CRYING. THE WORD COUNT DIFFERENCE IS JUST SO FUNNY I SWEAR I WAS JOKING WHEN I SAID I WAS BIASED. HE SAYS LIKE... THREE WORDS !?!?

[pocketpennytm]

INESCAPABLE

The story where everyone is doomed from the start. (Ft. FATEBREAKERS) Chara (they/it) - SOUL of Pain Plaster (he/they) - SOUL of Patience Omlet (she/they) - SOUL of Kindness Talon (he/him) - SOUL of Bravery Oxalis (they/them) - SOUL of Justice Sonata "Breve" Stardust (she/her)- SOUL of Integrity Litany (he/him)- SOUL of Perseverence Frisk (they/them) - SOUL of Pain Bear witness to my takes on the six fallen humans! I love these silly lil fellas. My main focuses have been envisioning "UNDERTALE: Open Wound", of which Plaster is the protagonist, and "UNDERTALE: Simmer Down", of which Omlet is the protagonist, but I've got ideas for everyone else too. Which I will detail down here lets gooo; Plaster is an anxious overthinker, thinking that they're always doomed. His patience manifests as analysing his enemy's patterns and behaviour, waiting for the right moment to strike... Either emotionally or physically. Omlet is a rude, abrasive person, who thinks the kindest, most selfless thing they can do to people is tell them exactly what she's feeling. Though she seems distant, she does have a warm and caring side- expressed through their cooking. Talon is a very plucky individual, whose bravery manifests as completely pushing down all fear and pretending that he's fine when he's really not fine. He projects outwardly a very cool, calm and collected persona, never breaking a sweat at anything. This trait of his just might be the death of him, as he moves on ahead with reckless abandon- never asking for help, when that just might've saved him. Oxalis seems unemotional at a distance, but they do have occasional moments of goofiness that break through the cold facade. They play as a cowboy embodying justice to cheer themselves up, but it's really only made them seem slightly scary from a distance. Sonata "Breve" Stardust doesn't take shit from anyone. She stays true to herself, no matter what- with her rough-and-tumble-yet-oddly-elegant style. Though perhaps being unaccepting to changing the path one is barreling down is as much of a strength as it is a weakness. Litany is a caring and nurturing person, playing out the fantasy of being a doctor with a clipboard. Always writing down notes on his "clipboard" (journal), clutching onto it for dear life. He only really wants to help others, and he keeps going to achieve this goal no matter what. MISC NOTES: Sonata's form of "game" would likely manifest as a rhythm game sort of thing, justifying it in-universe as this "bizzare trend going around the underground." Stay with the groove, or die! (metaphorically) It's been my headcanon for nearly two years now that the "Red SOUL trait" is PAIN. It is not all too logical. I am sticking by my guns.

NAME LOGIC: I was inspired by Clover from UNDERTALE: Yellow being named after the fact that once pacified, the gun fires clovers. So, I extended this philosophy to everyone else- while also seeking to capture that odd jank the names "Chara" and "Frisk" have.

Plaster is named that because the knives turn into bandaids, and plaster is an alternative term for a bandage, or something that patches up a wound. Omlet is named that because the fire turns into omelettes, and I decided to shorten it for some reason. I think it's charming like this, though. If anyone else mentions how they "aren't really omlettes", i will sob. Talon is named that because that's the most convoluted way I could reference the concept of hands. Which is what the bravery soul phase attacks with. Oxalis is named that because Oxalis Tetraphylla is the official name for a four leaf clover. Though she probably uses Alis as a nickname. Sonata "Breve" Stardust is named that bc the musical notes eventually heal you. a Sonata is a form of music, a Breve is a type of note, and she attacks with some stars. it's also sort of an Equestria Girls reference whoopsie. She's the only one with a lastname bc I feel like "Breve" captures the sort of janky charm I want, but Sonata is a name that I just found legitimately really pretty Litany is named that because that's the most convoluted way i could say "words", in reference to how the soul phase... attacks you with words. It means a funeral procession recited for the dead, but also something that's overly long and needs to be practiced several times- exactly like the cycle of the fallen humans. Or a long and lengthy ramble, like an indecipherable journal.

DESIGN NOTES: I really wanted each of the fallen humans to use their trademark items in an unusual fashion- or just generally "break the mold" a little, ie having Omlet be a rather rude seeming person, while most personify kindness to be a gentle little angel. So, I'll go into that just a smidgen more here. Instead of wearing the Faded Ribbon like an actual ribbon in his hair, Plaster wears it like a bowtie. Omlet wears the apron around her waist, since she's outgrown it but it still holds quite a lot of sentimental value. Most people just?? forget that the worn bandanna is supposed to go around your neck?? since it's got abs drawn on it, and it's like, the whole joke is that it's supposed to look like you have abs- It's a hat. Sonata was such a fun design to make for me. Everyone always chooses to make Integrity a dainty little ballerina girl, so I chose to give Breve a whole-ass varsity jacket. She looks like she'd beat you up and I love it. My logic for Litany's design was entirely "okay... who wears glasses... and takes notes- DOCTOR". So that's what I did. Chara and Frisk were difficult for me to redesign. My friend Cacote suggested Chara be wearing an oversized sweater alongside messy hair, which I quite like. Plus, their hairstyle is a partial reference to Chara from Fanontale, which is always cool. They look adorable. My friend Cacote suggested Frisk be wearing some bizzare fashion, somewhat akin to futuristic clothing. This manifested as me... giving them a weird suit/trenchcoat combo. And a sticky bandage on their nose. They look kind of like a huge asshole, and I love it.

[blanken-tale]

History Catch Up!

It’s been a long time since Chara came back from the dead, Toriel has been working really hard to reintroduce them to the new improved humanity, and Clover has been showing new customs… and technology. Right now it’s summer time, or “Hell Weather” as she calls it since they’re laying on the couch holding one of the history books, the others are a pile on the table. Chara on the other hand is still wearing their scarf and just a T-Shirt. Makes you wonder how they can wear that in this weather, Clover was wondering that since he was staring in disbelief and as a response they threw a book at him. 

“OW WHAT THE HELL?!”. She shouted, rubbing his nose.

“If you’re planning on taking the scarf I’ll kill you”. They said sternly.

“I don’t wanna touch the scarf! You probably don’t even wash it”. An offended gasp came from Chara as they put their hand to their chest acting like a child said the most hurtful thing to a mom.

“I so wash it!”. They exclaimed.

“Are you sure, some dead amalgamate cells might be present”. They teased in a sarcastic manner. T

“Yes I’m sure you ass!”. They let out a small huff as they looked away from Clover and he laughed. Even though Chara is pouting, keeping eye contact away.]

“Cmon Char! Just a joke”. She was snickering and having a hard time keeping a straight face.

“Shut up,”. They muttered. “Just get started with teaching humanity’s stupid actions”. They huffed again and she opened the book, started reading the paragraph, eyes skimming through it, and they caught something that would make them really upset. She looked back up at them seeing the unfazed reaction and a raised eyebrow, no way Clover could read that outloud, so the book was quickly shut and a hand reached out to grab another one with a different side of history, mythology. Chara was confused, tilting head. She laughed it off and closed the book fast reaching out to grab another one feeling the revived human’s curious stare turning into a curious glare

“Why are you putting that back?”. They asked. “Are we skipping a lesson?”. 

“Uhh don’t worry about it, let’s just read some mythology!”. Clover spoke, trying to deter the conversation moving on. But this is Chara we are talking about. 

“What’s wrong with the previous book?”. They asked and Clover cussed at themselves for the First Fallen’s inquisitive nature.

“Nothing! Let’s just read some mythology, you said you know about some right?”. Trying really hard to change the subject, opened the book flipping through the pages, rushing the subject hard, glued to the pages trying to find something to read, Chara reached out and grabbed her arm, having a tight grip. She looks at them and the look given… was confused with slight concern, a few seconds and she relented, dropping the book from their hands, unsure if they were ashamed or just embarrassed. “The chapter talked about history… your history with Monsters and-”. 

“Worried I’ll get upset?”. They raised an eyebrow, a small nod was given and they let out a small sigh. “It’s fine Clov, it’ll annoy me but… I think I’ll do just fine listening to you read it out. Probably get my mind off it”. They shrugged, downplaying their reaction so the cowboy wouldn’t overthink it hard but there’s a small chance they already were. 

“You wouldn’t? Wait… did you just call me? Clov?”. Their face instantly lit up. 

“N-no…”. They looked away slightly.

“You did!”. She laughed. “Oh my god! Clov and Char!”. Well that instantly brought up their mood, that stupid grin plastering her face, Chara groaned and rolled their eyes but didn’t hate the reaction being given at the moment. “I’m glad we got small cute nicknames though!”. 

“Alright, can we just get back to reading?”. They asked and slowly let go of her arm and sat back down, feeling embarrassed holding on for the entire time, eyes darting between Cowboy and the book stack, mentally cursing themselves out. The big grin on Clover’s face turned into a small smile as their hand slowly reached out and grabbed Chara’s hand as a way to reassure them, red eyes looking at her. 

“Are you really sure you want me to read?”. Asking again.

“Yea,”. They responded. “If you don't do well… by the time we finish all the other books, that one is left soo... get it over with”. Small shrug.

“How can you be so nonchalant about your history?”. Clover asked.

“I mean… those losers are… dead and I’m still here…”. They sighed. “Will it bother me? Yes. Will I get mad? Yes. But… I’m not gonna react because like I said earlier… I'm listening to you”. They stared. 

“Really?”.

“Yes. Now stop worrying!”. They laughed. Clover reached out for the history book and scooched over to Chara which the fallen by habit laid their head on her shoulder. The cowboy started reading and Chara’s thought started to wander.

[I am done! not my best work and small but trying to force myself out of writers block rn! and yes Noxfallen is Cocoapow!]

[numberonetacostan]

It's been a bit since someone's asked about the Taco in III au but I like so uh yeah

What's Taco's relationship with s3 newbies? (+ The Floor even if he's an assistant the whole time here), like from best to worst?

Hi there!!!^^ Welcome, and thank you for sending in an ask!!! X] It has been awhile, you're right, but I'm still super happy to get an ask about it!!!! :D I love au asks hehe.

Taco's relationships with the s3 newbies from best (top) to worst (bottom)!!!!

Goo- Besties!!!!!!! She got him back in the competition, and their friendship flourished from there. He has no animosity towards her for her past actions, it's a clean slate!!! And who can resist the charms of Goo? Not me and not Taco. He's a refreshingly positive presence in her life, and she is a helpfully intelligent presence in his. And Goo!!! Is an emotional little guy, which can help encourage Taco to express her emotions as well, in the healthy ways that Goo demonstrates rather than violence!!! And him being easily spooked would encourage her to keep herself calm, yeah?

Bot- Would like them a lot more after the robot reveal. Taco hates Bow after what happened in s1, especially in this au, so hates Bot until that reveal. Afterwards, I think they'd get along a lot better. Taco and Goo become quite close friends, so Taco and Bot would end up hanging out and I think end up getting along pretty well. Taco could join Bot in expanding their interests, too, since that girl needs to get a HOBBY.

Candle- I think they'd get along much better post-s3-finale. Candle wasn't the one to get through Taco's walls in the end, but she did her best to do so and to help her through her mental health issues, and Taco would appreciate that. Taco is more open to it after becoming friends with Balloon too, so could form more of a connection with Candle.

Cabby- In a similar situation to Bot, in which Taco would end up hanging out with her because she's sticking with Goo. They both might be a bit wary of each other at first, and they both have 0 social skills, but I think they could get it eventually. They could at least discuss novels, mysteries, schedules, etc. together or something, even if they're not going to be besties.

Tea Kettle- She adopted Nickel, what's another sassy little gremlin baby to take care of? Taco would need some extra caring for and assistance with self-care after all of her years of homelessness anyways, so even if Taco is embarrassed about it, TK's help would do her well and be appreciated. It helps that TK moms everyone, and not just Taco, yeah?

Blueberry- They didn't talk much during the show, especially since he never rejoined, but I think Blueberry would not like her for a bit due to her foiling his plans to rejoin the game. It would come with a healthy amount of respect for her too though, and she would respect him back for the well-made plan, even if it wasn't enough to fool her.

Clover- I think Clover would like Taco a lot and find her funny, but Taco would be a bit off put by that much positivity in one person. Clover would just be a bit much for her, yeah? They wouldn't mesh too well, but there wouldn't be any overt hostility unless Clover was too persistent, but I don't see that happening, really.

Lifering- I can't say they'd be close, but I don't think there would be any animosity or anything. I... don't really see them talking that much. I mean, he'd come help out if she'd gotten hurt as he would for anyone, but over all they just don't really hang out or talk much. Neutral on each other, yeah?

Silver Spoon- Things would still be a bit awkward between them after the whole Overthinkers elimination incident, but he'd probably still want her approval deep down, since he wants everyone's admiration to make up for his own feelings of worthlessness. Candle is working with him on that, so that may help. I can see them gossiping occasionally but their relationship wouldn't go much deeper than gossip buddies.

The Floor- Hm. Well, he's Mephone's assistant, so she automatically wouldn't be his biggest fan, especially after he shows everyone her hiding place. She'd probably just do her best to avoid him, even if he never did anything actively malicious towards her. After the s2 finale reveal, they might get along better, since she's not as annoyed about his loyalty to Mephone when he was literally made to be a loyal assistant after what happened with Mepad.

[homestuckreplay]

Biscuits’ Oven Jealousy Hours

(page 1220-1247)

Eggs and Biscuits are my new favorite characters. We were previously warned that they were morons, but I did not expect their names to be so literal or their powers to be so ridiculous. Eggs, it seems, can summon a duplicate of himself from another timeline every time his egg timer rings, which is often. In one timeline somebody has taken a bite out of his hat as though he is a peeled hard boiled egg. Biscuits, on the other hand, is able to time travel into the future by climbing into an oven and waiting for the future to arrive. People think he’s too stupid to realize he’s not time traveling, but personally I think he’s pulling the best scam ever. He gets an excuse to hide away, chill and not interact with anyone (or put himself in harm’s way). That’s a sweet deal.

We meet Fin, and the thread of Droog recruiting Deuce to assist in a diabolical past/future trail plot gets tied up beautifully. I like how past and future trails dissipate over time, putting limitations on Fin and Trace’s powers and making it easier to follow the panels visually. I also really like these shots of Deuce (p.1226-7) which is just like previous shots we’ve seen of dream Jade and robot Jade side by side, now with versions of a character from different points in time instead of in space.

‘Doze unslows himself and begins mumbling something feverishly. About his hat.’ I was a fool for not realizing how perfectly a character like Doze can be used for a punchline. The outcome of Deuce and Itchy’s game of musical hats and the previous line that this game might be ‘driving [Doze] nuts. Just very slowly’ (p.1181) being a giant bomb under Doze’s hat absolutely works. It’s a satisfying payoff for a miniature time travel escapade that was a little convoluted, but still followable and consistent.

That particular scheme tied up, there is still a week ish to go in the intermission, so who knows what’ll happen to complicate things further. The Midnight Crew are doing pretty well on the green torsos but we still haven’t caught a glimpse of Clover, Stitch, Sawbuck, Cans, or of course Snowman and Lord English. And we are barely at 10% completion on clocks destroyed so the Midnight Crew better step up their game if they wanna 100% the Felt Mansion.

‘Spades Slick cannot return to being Hearts Boxcars because obviously Diamonds Droog is too busy being Clubs Deuce.’ (p.1242) is a top tier line. I won’t overthink it, I will just accept its truth. Not sure what tone to take from the ‘But we all realized it. Because it's obvious and couldn't possibly be more clear’ later on that page though – but no matter which way I take it, it feels kind of unnecessary.

Anyway I am putting on my tinfoil hat again to talk about page 1236, where we once again see Die in the timeline where Slick is dead, in the strange colored wasteland. Blue and red sand, pink crystalline rocks left behind, emerald city in the distance, large green planet/moon in the sky, and a smaller pink planet/moon with its own tiny satellite. It is REALLY beautiful and looks very alien.. And it is ‘a desert amidst the ruins of a dead civilization’ (p.1236) just like what happened to WV, so... this is a different planet who played Sburb? In which case the Felt must have been the players who beat Sburb and survived and were able to come back to their old planet, while the Midnight Crew are the equivalents of WV, PM and AR, who left the game and actually succeeded in their civic infrastructure goals? And these are two rival gangs because they are literally the only people left alive? Presumably at one point there was one chess piece for each Sburb player, but the others may have been killed already, or the pieces from Prospit may not have wanted to be involved in crime?

Does this mean that getting some sick ass time powers is the prize for winning Sburb? It’s definitely on brand for Skaia given its ability to show scenes from all across time, but it’s not quite the ‘unlimited creative potential’ that was promised. Unless only Lord English has access to that, since he’s ‘killable only through a number of glitches and exploits in spacetime’ (p.1239) and probably has the powers of all the others combined? Did he just level up way more than his friends? Or complete an objective they didn’t, or screw them over inside the game? Is this wasteland/city the kind of life that John, Rose, Dave and Jade have to ‘look forward’ to if they win? Will John get to live in Can Town? Or is what we’re seeing now a ‘bad ending’ for Sburb, and the beta kids will be able to achieve a ‘good ending’ if they work together, where (for example) they can use these time powers to somehow entirely rewind time and stop Sburb from ever being invented or the meteors ever being triggered or something else? I know Nannasprite said Earth is ‘done for’ (p.427) but maybe not in all timelines? Or could the powers even be used to stop Skaia itself? what is going on????

[greenbubblefactory]

Matchup for @chloemari-e

Congratulations you have a match with..!

Trey Clover !

★From the moment he meets you, there’s something about you that draws him in. Maybe it’s the way you interact with the people around you, how you’re naturally nurturing and deeply loyal to those you care about. Or maybe it’s the way you balance your kindness with a quiet stubbornness,something he recognizes in himself. Either way, you catch his attention, and once Trey sets his sights on someone, he doesn’t waver.

★He admires your ambition. Nursing is no easy path, and the fact that you’re pursuing an LPN or RN program while working as a CNA tells him everything he needs to know about your determination. He sees how hard you push yourself, how you juggle responsibilities even when you’re exhausted, and though he respects that about you, he also makes sure to remind you to take breaks. Whether it’s bringing you a cup of tea after a long shift, sneaking you your favorite pastries from the cafeteria, or simply pulling you aside to rest your head on his shoulder, he makes sure you know you don’t have to carry everything alone.

★Trey isn’t someone who loves with grand, dramatic gestures,his way of caring is much quieter, more subtle. He watches. He remembers. He pays attention to the things you don’t even realize you reveal about yourself. The way your mood shifts after a long day, the little things that make you smile, the foods you crave when you’re upset he locks all of it away in his mind, using it to care for you in ways that feel effortless.

★Your love languages complement each other perfectly. You love physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time? He’s more than happy to provide all three. A hand at the small of your back as you walk together, fingers brushing yours absentmindedly when you sit beside each other, a warm arm around your waist when no one’s looking,Trey is naturally tactile, but in a way that always feels grounding, never overwhelming. He has a knack for knowing exactly when you need to be held and when you need space.

★And words of affirmation? You’ll never have to question how he feels about you. He’s not flowery with his words, but when he speaks, you know he means it. “You did good today.” “I’m proud of you.” “I see how hard you’re working.” Simple, honest, and always said at just the right moment to make you feel seen.

★He values quality time just as much as you do. He enjoys having you around, even if you’re both just sitting in comfortable silence, doing your own thing. He doesn’t need extravagant dates or grand adventures just quiet moments spent together, baking in the kitchen, strolling through town, or lying side by side on a lazy afternoon, watching the sunlight shift across the ceiling.

★But of course, your relationship isn’t all soft moments and quiet reassurances. You have a stubborn streak, and so does he, which leads to plenty of playful debates. He enjoys teasing you in that understated way of his little remarks that make you huff and roll your eyes, only to turn around and do the same to him. He loves your quick wit, the way you keep him on his toes, and though he rarely pushes, he knows exactly how to coax a smile out of you when you’re in a bad mood.

★And when you overthink because he knows you do,he’s always there to bring you back down to earth. “Hey, you’re getting in your own head again,” he’ll say, squeezing your hand as a reminder that you’re not alone. He doesn’t try to force you to talk if you don’t want to, but he makes it clear that he’s there, always willing to listen, never judging.

★One of the things he loves most about you is how deeply you care for others. He sees it in the way you check in on your friends, how you always put their needs before your own. But he also knows that kind of selflessness can be exhausting, and that sometimes, you forget to take care of yourself. That’s where he steps in,not to coddle you, but to make sure you’re getting the same kindness and support you so easily give to everyone else.

★Your shared love for baking is one of the many things that bring you closer. The kitchen becomes your safe space, a place where you can unwind together. Trey enjoys watching you work, seeing the way your hands move with practiced ease, the way you hum softly when you’re focused. And when you’re feeling too tired to bake? He does it for you. Without a word, he’ll place a warm pastry in front of you, knowing it’s exactly what you need at that moment.

★Trey isn’t the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, but his love for you is evident in everything he does. It’s in the way he watches over you, the way he never lets you carry more than you can handle, the way he makes you feel safe without ever making you feel smothered. It’s in the quiet moments, the steady presence, the unspoken understanding that with him, you never have to pretend to be anything other than exactly who you are.

★Because to him you flaws, quirks, stubbornness, and all are perfect just the way you are.

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes!

[frogs-in3-hills]

one thing i notice that i didn’t the last time i was playing liiiikkke 2 years ago LMFAO is that this game is really frontloading with ideas abt siblinghood? like we’re questioning whether clover and snake are really siblings, when idk that personally i thought it was necessary to call into question, so the surprise of that compounded with the gigantic & titanic very recently being described as siblings is making me like. ok are we doing anything with this or am i overthinking it

[eugene-da-potato]

Also, while we're at the topic of the "survivors"

I've been wondering about them and why specifically this combination of characters have been chosen

I think the RGB trio may pull out some kind of a plot, where the survivors could try to find the rest of a cast who have been X'd, so they could get out of the "utter nothingness" Bow has been talking about together, because we need to remember, that Marshmallow, Paintbrush and Apple are currently the only ones, who know Bow's tail story or, what more important for us, know how to escape this place

My only problem here is that for me it's not really clear who could go after who. The only characters it's obvious for are probably Paper, Paintbrush and Suitcase (Paper would go for OJ and maybe other season one exclusive contestants like Bomb, Salt and Pepper, Paintbrush'd go for the Bright Lights and Suitcase'd go for the Grand Slams). Both Knife and Taco are connected to Pickle so it's not clear who is a pick for him. Mic probably would try to find Soap (if she's even dead??? Because the Adamation Team is totally cooking something with her disappearance) and also maybe other season two debutants like Trophy, Tissues, Cheesy and Cherries? Although I think Cherries could as well be assigned to Paper and OJ. Not sure about Ying Yang tho. And also not sure about any of season three contestants. I mean, an easy pick for them is Paintbrush, because they're the only one out of survivors (well, aside from Box) who has competed in season three. But I think some characters like Clover and Tea Kettle could be assigned to Suitcase's task because of their connection to Nickel and Baloon. Also I have no clue what Marshmallow and Apple could do because they don't seem to have any connections with anyone aside from Paintbrush, Knife and each other.

Sorry for a lot of rumbling, I just overthink a thing that a lot of people are confused about