#he calls them spudlings

[cloudcountry]

oli!! congratulations on the 1k <3 for the event I would like to vil + sit on his lap?) or vil + lap jeje idk I just want to sit on his lap and talk?) XDD, well take care and let's go for the 2k ^^/

aaaa thank you!!!! <3 my first thought was doing vil's eyeliner bc YK "sit on my lap and do my eyeliner" but i know he would NEVER let someone else do his eyeliner sigh.

so instead, you're taking his makeup off. C:< onwards to 2k!! thank you for your support anon <33

VIL SCHOENHEIT + LAP (1k event details)

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Pomfiore dinners were always a hassle.

You’d think the dorm with someone like Vil at its head would be calm, but with all the preparations required to make the dinner go perfectly, it was anything but.

As if that wasn’t enough, Vil's morning alarm didn’t go off and he didn’t have time to go on his morning run. Just when you both thought he couldn’t get more thrown off his routine, it suddenly began to rain. Silently cursing whoever had angered Malleus as thunder rumbled in the distance, you and Vil had to take shelter before heading back to Pomfiore.

By now, Vil was ready to sleep.

And so you tug him over to his vanity and sit him in front of the mirror. He doesn’t protest when you climb into his lap, nor does he push you away when you start to remove his makeup.

“There you go, beautiful.” you murmur, gently massaging the make-up remover balm into his skin.

He hums at the gentle caressing of your fingers as they map out his features, and his relaxed state makes you happy to serve him.

Is this what it means to be a queen?

“Thank you, dove.” he sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“No problem.” you whisper, and you wrap your arms around his middle.

He lets you kiss the juncture between his neck and shoulder before he tells you to get off his lap so he can wash his face. You, as always, are happy to serve.

[sunsguilt]

hello lovely! since vil is your favorite character, can i request some vil hcs similar to the other ones? he's not really 'pathetic little man' material, but i wanna see what you do with him 00

have a nice day <3

SO IF YOU NEED A HERO... OR A BOYFRIEND...┊ft: vil schoenheit

warnings: none! contains : gn! reader

notes: if vil showed up while i was literally at the altar abt to say my vows i would dip so fast its not what it looks like babe ur th only one 4 me it was never that serious (this took a while, sorry guys i went silly)

everyone who says vil is pure evil and would treat u like shit, you are all lying to yourself. he is literally my babygirl. argue with the wall.

vil schoenheit would fall for someone, fall hard, then want to die because why did he have to fall in love with you? like international superstar vil falls head over heels for an absurdly average person who they see in classes occasionally??? he doesn't know either.

he is striving to become the most perfect version of himself, just to have your attention.

and you're. not perfect. nowhere near what vil initially assumed would be his standards for a partner before you. maybe you sleep in class and you're scraping by with a barely passing grade.

he's gonna make it his goal to "fix" you. you're not irredeemably evil but he'll make it his job anyway.

(not that you guys need fixing! failing your classes is a hot bitch move but he is doing this bc he wants the best for you!)

this is going to serve as an excuse to be closer to you and allow him to tutor you. he won't bullshit it either, he takes it seriously.

moving on to the topic of nicknames, he usually just says your name. when he first meets you, he'll call you spudling. calling someone a potato is cringe; it's his only flaw.

he'll say "my dear" just as a general affectionate term. when he's annoyed at something or someone, he'll be calling you "sweetheart". his tone gets sickly sweet and you know he's mad at something.

but honestly, flashy nicknames just aren't his style. it's more of a rook thing to be like "my darling, my love" etc etc. vil would be mortified if he had to call you that, even as a joke.

vil vague posts about you. it's probably the most human vil looks in front of his fans. even vil schoenheit has someone they pine over? incredible for the self-esteem.

he's posting a photodump with a caption like: "i never know what to think about. i think about you." or "with them today."

you're probably vaguely aware of vil's social media presence, not really paying it any mind. it's awkward to cyberstalk a classmate, much less a friend.

since he doesn't tag you, you never really know about the posts and the wreckage that comes after vil happens to post a random photo of him holding your hand across the desk in an insta story.

vil wants his confession with you to be perfect, like it has to be. he agonizes it for a long time, rook occasionally dropping huge hints to you, much to his dismay.

he really is just scared of rejection. you denying him would honestly shatter him into a million pieces.

he'll take it slow, he'd never try to rush it with you. with time, he'll tell you his carefully guarded feelings, and it will be perfect.

— ☆

[muted-meadows]

The Dorm Leaders With Crushes (Pt. 2)

●Not edited○OOC Characters (?)●

Vil Schoenheit

"As if I could ever develop romantic attraction toward some lowly potato spuds. There is no one in Twisted Wonderland worthy of my affections."

○ Vil isn't completely lying, this was his viewpoint, until he accidentally developed a crush

○ Vil has experienced crushes in the past, mainly on actors he looked up to as a young boy, but he isn't very good at dealing with them. Because of this, he thinks they're quite bothersome, and are most likely to interfere with his career

○ It takes Vil an extremely long time to develop a crush on someone. He's probably only ever had two, in all his eighteen years of living. He had genuinely accepted that he'd most likely remain single, and his top priority was to better himself further, so he wasn't actively looking for love. But of course you had to stroll into this world, of course you had to grow close to Vil, and of course he had to develop feelings for you

○ It actually took Vil a while to put two and two together. While he knew others in his dorm complained of him favoring you, Vil just chalked it up to them being jealous. When Rook, however, pointed out his blatant favoritism, it finally clicked for Vil

○ As stated before, it takes Vil a very long time to figure out that he sees you in that light. Vil is a bit finicky with who he "allows" himself to like, and unless he sees you as worthy, the thought won't cross his mind. Having met you at the beginning of his third year, it would most likely be some time towards the end of that year, or even the beginning of his fourth year at Night Raven College when he realizes he likes you

○ Vil can and will admit his feelings to you, but he won't do it immediately. He wants to go through all the necessary steps, ensuring you like him as well, and that you're both ready for a real relationship

○ Vil is first amd foremost, a gentleman, and will never do anything to make you uncomfortable. While he can be strict, serious, and honestly quite terrifying, he also has a softer side to him. He's recognized the progress you've made on any self improvement you've worked on, and he most likely will lead with that when the time comes to confess

"Spudling... No, I can't even call you that anymore. You've grown so much, you've blossomed into a lovely flower, Prefect. I commend you for your hard work, you've earned both my respect and my affections, Potato Flower."

Idia Shroud

"W-what? Why are you suddenly bringing this topic up? Of course I don't have a crush!"

○ He's a horrible liar; with the way Idia's hair is flaming pink, anyone can recognize his obvious crush on you

○ Idia knows only far too well what a crush is, not only is he secretly (obviously) crushing on fictional characters, he's also had multiple crushes in the past

○ While he is very experienced with the emotion, Idia actually dislikes the thought of romantic relationships. Don't get him wrong, Idia loves the idea of loving someone and someone else loving him, but his self confidence suffered a pretty harsh blow knowing the only person who has ever wanted him was a dead woman who nearly killed him, and even she left him at the altar! He's very negative about his love life

○ Idia develops crushes quite quickly, but they also fizzle out very fast, too. One day he'll be telling Ortho about a new friend his age he met online, and a day later he's forgotten their existence because he doesn't care any more. You were a different story, though; you were a real person Idia could actually interact with. And while the thought absolutely horrified him, he eventually found the courage to befriend you (Ortho forced him)

○ As cheesy as it sounds, Idia almost immediately liked you from the moment he saw you. How it works with him is he sees someone attractive, develops and interest, and personality will wither break that interest or enhance it.

○ What made him realize that he was absolutely down bad for you though, was when you were gaming with him online while he was sick one night. Idia had felt a sneeze coming on, and kept trying to prevent it so he could continue chatting with you through his headphones. Eventually he couldnt suppress it, and Idia ended up doing a soft kitten-sneeze. You called him cute, and Idia has never been the same since

○ Idia would rather die than make himself look like a fool by pouring his heart put to you. Part of it may be some unresolved trauma from Eliza, and part of it is just his self-hatred telling him he could never have someone like you. Prove him wrong

○ Idia is very, very inexperienced, he's probably never even held hands with anyone so you're more than likely going to have to make the first move, or be extremely patient and he'll eventually start leaving very little hints that he likes you. Majority of it is compliments that can sound like insults if you think too hard on it, but Idia doesn't mean it that way, he's just very socially awkward and he's trying his best

"Wow, you're surprisingly good at this game. A-ah, I didn't mean it like that, I mean I'm, er- just surprised because so many people suck at this game and you're doing great! But of course you are, I mean you're amazing! S-shit, I'm gonna shut up now!"

Malleus Draconia

"Lilia, what is a 'crush'?"○ Poor boy has no idea what a crush even is, nor what it feels like to experience romantic attraction to anyone

○ Once somebody (most likely Lilia) breaks it down for him, Malleus actually quite enjoys the idea of having a crush, though he still doesn't completely understand it

○ Contrary to what most people would believe, Malleus can develop crushes very quickly under the right circumstances. If you're kind to him and treat him as you would anyone else instead of the Prince of Briar Valley, then he's crushing

○ Lilia would most likely have to point it out to Malleus that the feelings he's experiencing aren't solely platonic. Despite having lived a longer life than most humans, Malleus has never experienced anything like this, and can't recognize whatever emotion this is

○ It doesn't take a very long time for Malleus to find out that he likes you. Between the longing stares, more frequent smiles, and his obvious attempts at impressing you, one of his guards is going to ask him about his behavior, prompting him to research this new feeling in his chest

○ Malleus has no problem admitting his feelings to you, his problem is that he doesn't want to pressure you, or make things awkward if you don't feel the same way. You're one of his most important human friends (besides Silver), he doesn't want to ruin your relationship- platonic or romantic

○ He's not used to going out of his way for others, but Malleus will do his best to ensure that you've fallen for him. This warm feeling is strange and new, but if it's for you, he'll embrace it

"Child of man, you have been the object of my affections for some time now. I would like to take the next step in our relationship, but only if you are willing."

[vanrougelia]

PROFILE : nrc sadbois + y/n !!

DESCRIPTION !!

[name] [last name] — 2nd year, pomefiore student, vocalist of pop music club. is close w/ kalim & pomefam.

kalim al-asim — 2nd year, housewarden of scarabia, drummer of pop music club. relies on jamil in many situations and loves to party. the cinnamon roll of the group.

lilia vanrouge — 3rd year, vice housewarden of diasomnia. bassist of pop music club. very mischievous, always has a trick under his sleeve. also a father figure.

cater diamond — 3rd year, heartslabyul student, guitarist of pop music club. a social butterfly, and is always on social media no matter where you see him. knows all the gossip in the campus. is mutuals with venti.

jamil viper — 2nd year, vice housewarden of scarabia. he always balances his life between chores and school. very talented, but he chose to keep his talents to himself in order not to outshine kalim.

vil schoenheit — 3rd year, housewarden of pomefiore. a worldwide celebrity with an incomparable beauty, also an actor ever since his childhood. is strict to everyone, even himself, and is a perfectionist. calls everyone "potato" or "spudling".

rook hunt — 3rd year, vice housewarden of pomefiore. known for his following(stalking) skills, usually adds french words everytime his speaks. everything he sees, he considers them "beautiful".

epel felmier — 1st year, pomefiore student. has petite appearance and feminine look, but actually hates being called 'girly' and 'weak'. is determined to become more manly. maybe a troublemaker too, but vil always catches him before he does something worse.

[thesunshineriptide]

If you're still asking for overblot characters I was curious about Jack and Epel.

Overblot Epel

First of all he overblots because of Vil. I’d imagine that his overblot would happen due to extremely foreseen circumstances of being berated over and over again

This isn’t new, it’s just his life, but it’s adding up and eating at him. He’s trying, okay, can’t you see that? He’s doing his best to be prissy and high brow and suppress the instinct to bite someone every time they misgender him or call him pretty and whatnot.

He’s another case of just overusing his magic on accident in combination with the mental anguish. It’s not a mental breakdown, persay, and it’s not him snapping, it’s a slow burning fire that simply had more kindling added to it

The day isn’t anything spectacular. There isn’t a major event coming up, there isn’t a big fight, there’s no failing tests or stress beyond normal. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t wear him down.

He takes his dance classes. He does pretty well in them, which only serves to frustrate him since he hates ballet, it’s uncomfortable and it hurts, he hasn’t trained for this. He aces his potionology tests with Rook’s help, which is great except that now Vil’s looking at him smugly, and tells him he expects this of him all the time.

It’s time for their daily duel. It probably shouldn’t be daily, but it is because Epel simply can’t keep himself from telling Vil to shove off.

This is what causes it. Epel fights with all his might, trying not to hurt Vil but still attempting to win. And, of course, he loses.

Then he gets up. When Vil has his back turned, he blasts him with an elemental attack, seething.

“Again.” He demands, “I want to go again.”

“Spudling,” Vil says tiredly, “You’ve lost once. Do you want that to happen again?”

Epel nods, and Vil sighs before readying himself.

Epel loses again, but his control is waning.

“Again.” He says, glaring, “I’ll win this time.”

“Epel.” Vil says firmly.

He stops, though, because Epel isn’t asking anymore. He’s already slinging spells his way, no care for how harmful they might be. Vil is on the defense, doing his best to dodge and block. He hadn’t expected this, though he probably should have, and he’s somehow both impressed and pissed.

Epel is exhausting himself at this point. His magestone is nearly completely black, and Vil can see.

“Stop.” He says, “Epel, stop.”

“No!” He cries, and flings a fireball at him.

Ink begins pooling down from his hairline, covering his face in a delicate black mask. His hands shake and his lip quivers, and he continues shooting it at him, “No! I’m going to win! I’m going to win!”

He’s consumed with blot, and Vil reels back at the realization. He understands, now, that he went too far. He should have kept his comments gentler, or stopped Epel from going again and again

Epel looks both delicate and strong at once. His blot phantom is a prince, decked in red and blue and gold, glaring down at Vil

Epel himself wears intricately designed armor, like a knight, but worse. He looks down empty tears in his eyes, the look in them dead.

He’s a little difficult to take down. Fighting him doesn’t help, he doesn’t have restraint and honestly nobody even wants to fight him. No, what it takes is Vil calling in some help from the spelldrive team to just. Calm him down.

Leona takes charge, tugging Epel close despite the danger and telling him to stop acting like this, nobody questions his strength, and if he doesn’t he’s off the spelldrive team.

It should piss him off more. It should make him go harder, but instead he sags in Leona’s grip, sobbing as the beastman holds him up. There’s an unspoken understanding between them that Leona does care, and that Epel idolizes him more than anyone else in NRC.

“You’re alright, herbivore.” He says to Epel, patting his head, “Let’s get you somethin’ to drink.”

There’s nothing to be said. His overblot was an accident, it was never meant to happen. Nobody apologizes, but the behaviors change anyway. Vil loosens the leash a little, Leona takes up some of the slack and makes sure Epel is alright from time to time, and Epel does his best to not let things get to him so badly

Overblot Jack

Jack is a tough nut to crack considering everything. He’s a dependable hard worker who keeps his nose clean and never cuts corners. He’s excellent in most skills, he’s strong, he tries his best in class, and he rarely gets into fights.

What, on earth, could cause this guy to overblot?

Werewolves: the monsters that wolf-beastmen are said to turn into when possessed by the power of the full moon. People often tell young kids not to stay up too late or they’ll turn into them

Jack is dependable. He gets to sleep at 10 pm, he wakes up early to do his runs, he studies hard to memorize things and do well. So when he begins to slip in these areas, staying up later, sleeping in longer, going as far as to growl at Crewel, it’s evident something is wrong with him.

It started as a prank, really! Ace and Deuce were having a little fun, started settling Jack’s water jugs outside and turning them into moon water. In the sun, it doesn’t look different, though in the nighttime it lights up a lovely pale blue color and shimmers with energy.

They begin to realize their mistake soon enough. Jack’s been accidentally snapping handles off doors, he accidentally injured Epel in practice. His hair looks sharper, puffier, and so does his tail. And he looks to be in a very, very bad mood.

At lunchtime he rips and tears at his food, hunched over it. He eats with his hands, too, which is worrisome. He’s glaring when Ace reaches over to steal a fry off his plate, and-

He bites him.

Ace reels back, screaming. Jack looks indifferent.

It’s a week of this before someone intervenes. Jack’s gone pretty much mute, but he still manages to do schoolwork most of the time. The only people he’ll listen to are the dorm heads, and even then it’s risky.

He begins to grow fur. It’s soft white, like his beast form, but it seems…matted. It makes him look somewhat terrifying.

What makes him overblot is the final intervention. All of the dorm leaders have cornered him, blocking all exits. Leona’s crouched, ready to tackle him if he gets violent. Riddle’s already got his pen out, poised to off his head. Azul, Idia (in person, yes) and Kalim stand mostly as bodies to prevent escape while Vil and Malleus block the other exits. He’s completely cornered.

It’s late at night, which only makes him more agitated. He growls and snaps wildly at those he would normally deem to be his friends, eyes glowing yellow. Moonlight leaks in through the atrium of the botanical gardens, and he begins to shift.

Bones crack and reappoint themselves, he’s growling a deep rumble, and he looks distinctly not human, not even close to himself. He’s somewhere between wolf and man, but closer to animal as he howls.

This is his overblot.

There’s ink designed in tendrils crawling up his arms and legs, splotches of it painting his ears, and behind him is his phantom, another wolf. It sits proudly, silently, stoically, but it doesn’t move to attack at all. It seems this one has more presence of mind than Jack

He runs at Leona, who dodges and grabs him by the scruff, forcing him to the ground. Riddle casts his signature spell, snapping the collar around Jack’s neck quickly. It interrupts something, leaving Jack whining with wide eyes on the floor, looking up pitifully.

The phantom stands and moves closer, carefully avoiding Leona but doing much the same as him. One massive paw sits in the middle of Jack’s back.

Riddle crouches down, gently petting Jack’s ears. “I believe my freshman have done this to you. Let me help fix this, it’s the least I can do.”

Everyone is silent as they watch Jack’s labored breathing and dog-like whines. He slowly gets up, ears flicking and swiveling as he tries to orient himself. He can’t speak - he knows he should be able to. He thinks he recognizes these people, but his mind is scrambled.

The phantom disappears quickly, and it’s Leona who’s left to keep him under control. Jack stops putting up a fight, but he doesn’t exactly submit either, growling and snapping when Leona gets close.

It takes Riddle, again, to calm him. He’s tugging the beastman along toward the alchemy room, talking on the phone with his mother and father, asking what they know. The strong dormleaders flank them, because having a werewolf loose in the school can’t be good.

Azul and Idia get to work studying in books while Riddle takes notes from his parents. Everyone else is on dog sitting duty, though it’s hard when Jack keeps trying to escape from Leona.

Eventually, near sunrise, they finally have a cure. Riddle removes his collar just as Jack begins to drink it, causing a dissonant moment where the beastman looks ready to attack again and seems to be calming down.

Eventually the day is saved and Jack turns out to be okay, much to the relief of everyone. He has to take a few days off school to recover (and shed) but all’s well that ends well

[queerlordsimon]

Hi! Maybe sugar rush with Vil! Romantic please

Sugar rushed adventure

Day fourteen: prompt 21, sugar rush, vil schoenheit x reader

Cw

An

Another staple of the holidays is the baking, and the candy. Which of course, leads to many accounts of sugar rushes, and the ramshackle prefect, is not immune to these, even if their partner was the vil schoenheit.

“You gave them what so now there what” he said sharply over the phone. He had gotten a call from riddle rosehearts, with trey clover.

“I gave them some sweets, because they were nice and helped me fetch ingredients from sams, and now their sugar high. “ trey said, exasperated. Riddle added to the conversation.

“Then they decided to come interrupt me as i took care of the hedgehogs, and then ran off, and one of the hedgehogs is now missing. “ vil pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Ok, do you have any idea where they could have gone?”

“They said something about fishes, so i assume they went to octavinelle” riddle said into the phone. “Good luck” vil grumbled as they hug up, before he started to head over to the fish mafia dorm.

Once he got their however, it was already evident, that y/n was no longer there. He sighed, before approaching the leech brothers, as much as it pained him.

“Betta fish, whatcha doing here?” floyd hummed, a wide toothy grin on his face, jade nodded

“Mr shoenheit, a pleasure. What can we do for you?”

“I heard the prefect was on their way here, though it seems like they have left already.” jade nodded.

“Ah yes, y/n came here to pick up an order, but as soon as they got it and paid, they were gone.”

“Do you have clue where they would have gone?”

“Shrimpy said they were heading to get something from sea lion,” vil nodded sharply.

“Thank you for your time” vil said before swiftly heading back out, to savannaclaw. But much to his dismay, yet again, he had just missed them. He had to wander for a moment to find where leona had decided to nap this time.

“Leona, have you seen my spudling?” he said, and leona opened an eye, snorting.

“What is with you two and bothering my nap time?” vil kept his eyes trained on him.

“So you have seen them. “

“They were here about 15 minutes ago, yeah.” vil sighed exaperatedly.

“So do you know where they went leona?” the lion shook his head, before closing his eye again to signal the end of the conversation. Vil walked away, pressing his fingers to his temples, before his phone rang again, and he raised his eyebrow, answering it.

“Vil, could you please come get your prefect? They are making kalim more hyper, and making more of a hassle for me.” jamil, of course.

“Will do viper, on my way.” he said before hanging up, and walking as briskly as he could out of savannaclaw, to scarabia.

But alas, he had missed again. He pinched the bridge of his nose once again, approaching the vice dorm leader. “Gone again i assume?” jamil nodded.

“That they are, they got some accessory from kalim, and hung for like, 2 minutes, and then left, saying something about technology. “ vil rolled his eyes.

“Theyve chosen ignihyde this time, huh? Thank you viper.” the vice house warden nodded as he swept away. Heading to the shut in dorm, hoping to god that he didnt have more running around to do, he swears hes going to get wrinkles and his grey hairs from y/n.

Sadly, it seemed his adventure was not over, for the dorm was as quiet as normal. He sighed, as ortho popped up infront of him.

“Vil schoenheit, what can i do for you?”

“Ortho shroud. Have you seen the ramshackle prefect today?”

“That i have, vil schoenheit, y/n l/n was her approximately 3 minutes and 38 seconds ago, you just missed them. They got a camera from big brother before leaving.” vil nodded

“Do you know where they have gone?” ortho shook his head rapidly.

“y/n l/n didnt say anything to indicate where they could have gone next vil schoenheit, though it looked as if they had already been a number of places.” vil smiled softly.

“That they have, thank you very much ortho,” ortho nodded cheerfully before zooming off as vil stepped back through the mirror. Just before he receive yet another call.

“Vil, this is lilia van rouge , malleus would like me to tell you to come get your child of man, as they came here, got something from him, before passing out on the couch,” vil sighed audibly.

“Thank you lilia, i will be right there.” he said before hanging up, and going to diasomnia, where he had finally found the prefect, right where lilia had said theyd be, a pile of stuff in their arms, the missing hedgehog, which was the same color as his eyes, a clear plastic box with his favorite pastry, a crocheted blanket, a sparkling tiara, the camera that ortho had told him about, and a potion vial, label as a pore cleaner. He smiled softly, before picking up the sleeping prefect, to take them back to his dorm, right after returning the hedgehog, cause there was no way he would keep that.

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Again sorry it is late, life likes attacking me. Thank you for reading this and requesting this anon, requests are still open, and highly encouraged, you can find the prompt lists HERE and the master list HERE. i hope you enjoyed this and ill see you later for the last story for the day

-queer.lord

[jasmariswonderland]

Stumbled Beginnings ~ VilxOC

Synopsis: As Vil surveys the new freshmen of his dorm, one, in particular, has piqued his curiosity.

A/N: This is chapter 2/14 of my VilDani anthology Fairest After All. Dreams Adorned in Silk was chapter 1. This has actually been up on my ao3 for a few months now but I recently got back to writing this after 3-month hiatus from writing and realized I never posted this here. In the future, most of the chapters will only be on ao3 but I may post some here.

Pairings: 👑/🦢

Word Count: 3315

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Amidst the soft glow of candlelight and the gentle hum of conversation, Vil found his mind wandering to boredom. Somehow, even with already not-very-high expectations, he couldn’t believe how the night was progressing. If a strange fire-breathing monster crashing orientation wasn’t enough, he found himself far from impressed with the freshmen now under his guidance. Epel alone would demand an extensive amount of drilling and when Vil thought about all that would entail, it was enough to give him a headache. Throughout the reception, he and Rook took turns keeping their eye on him, frequently correcting his poor posture and even worse manners. He bit back a scoff, he and Rook would certainly have their work cut out for them this year. 

To say nothing of the other new students Epel arrived with. As Rook was occupied showing him which spoon to use next, Vil glanced down at the long table. Silently, he was taking mental notes of the freshmen, how they behaved, their level of poise, and most of all, what they should focus on improving on in the future. His critical gaze continued down the long table of students, before finally landing at the far end of it, where they lingered for more than a few minutes.

Up until this moment, Vil had taken very little notice of her. Just another unpolished spudling to his mind. She sat next to Farron and Vil recalled the appraisal he, Rook and Sidonie had given her as she approached the Dark Mirror and was sorted into their dorm. To say Vil was unimpressed would be an understatement as she kept her head down the entire time and so soft was her voice that he couldn’t even hear her name. He couldn’t fathom why his dorm mates would place such high praise on such a shy girl. One who seemed to shrink further into herself with every passing moment. 

He couldn’t fathom it, at least not at first. But looking at her now, Vil had to admit, she did have a certain timid grace that he couldn’t help but find intriguing. From where he sat, silently observing as she and Farron spoke, the latter working to bring her out of her shell, he saw much of what he initially saw in Epel. Her long dark locks were lustrous and well kept, quite lovely, he thought. And her bright blue eyes and clear porcelain complexion gave her a rather unique appearance that was certainly charming and pleasing to the eye. 

But that was were the similarities ended. Unlike Epel, she clearly understood the value of proper etiquette as her table manners were adequate to say the least. As was her posture. But it was the way she wore her ceremonial robes that truly caught Vil’s eye. So beautifully put together, her appearance bringing a striking contrast to the already dramatic style. All of it juxtaposed by her timidity. She’d have to work on that, of course, but everything else? If Vil didn’t know better, he would have called this feeling bewitching. 

“Roi du Poison? Is something the matter?” 

Even if he meant to be discreet, there was little Vil could hide from his vice dorm leader and Rook noticed at once how Vil was watching her. Stealing glances of her as opposed to giving Epel correction, which was Vil’s main focus for the last half hour. Though thoroughly frustrated with Epel’s complete lack of decorum, Vil insisted on continuing to focus on him. 

But Vil was also the kind of person not to waste a single word or action. If he found Epel not worth the effort, he wouldn’t bother with him at all. Now, gazing at this other freshman sitting across the table, it appeared Vil had a new source of focus. A poorly concealed smile began to pull at Rook’s lips as he leaned into Vil to whisper into his ear.

“Danica Ledelle, that is her name,” he went on. “Second daughter of the owner of Ledelle Cosmetics. Younger sister to the late renowned prima ballerina Fiona Ledelle. Lovely, is she not?”

“Hmmm.”

Vil didn’t question how was it that Rook could gather such information on a new student so quickly. It was one of his more useful quirks after all. However this did further pique Vil’s curiosity. With her elegant hair and delicate facial features, Danica certainly had the appearance of the daughter of a cosmetics company. And her manners perfectly befitted one from such an affluent background. But her timidity did not seem to match either and had Rook not told him this, he might not have guessed. 

Perpaps there was something more to this girl that Vil hadn’t initially noticed. Something subtle but with great potential. What more could she be hiding behind that fearful demeanor? The more he thought about this, the more he assessed her, the more Vil found he could not keep his curiosity unsatisfied any longer.

“Rook, keep an eye on this dirty unripe potato,” said Vil, referring to Epel.  “I will return momentarily.”

He pushed his chair from the table and rose to his feet, his eyes were directed to the end of the table. Rook watched as Vil walked over to where Farron and Danica were sitting, another smile escaped him. This was sure to be interesting. 

~~~

“F…Farron-san! Farron-san!” 

Danica’s voice was barely above a whisper, hoping not to catch anyone elses attention. Under the table, she tugged at Farron’s sleeve. Softly, but with a defined sense of urgency Farron noticed right away. He looked at her with concern, tilting his head as a way of asking what was the matter. 

“Vil-san, our dorm leader! He’s walking over to us and he was looking right at me!” 

“Oh? Well, that’s a good thing!” Farron gave her a kind smile. “You’ll have a chance to talk to him and introduce yourself.”

“Ta...talk to…ME?! But I couldn’t! I…I…”

Her eyes widened and suddenly a wave of anxiety seized her as she realized what was about to happen. She could hear his clicking heels and knew that Vil coming closer, her eyes briefly flickered up to see him approaching their direction. Her heart raced, there could be no doubt about it now, she was about to meet him. Vil Schoenheit, world-renowned actor and supermodel, someone whose talent and charm Danica had long admired. And he was her new dorm leader. 

The clicking of heels stopping prompted Farron to rise from his chair and help Danica out of hers. He could see how nervous Danica was and whispered in her ear. 

“Fear not, my dear, you will do just fine.” 

Introductions were made but for the most part, Danica kept her head lowered even as she felt the full weight of Vil’s eyes upon her. The one time she allowed her gaze to rise she immediately regretted it. He was stunning, even more so in real life. His complexion was flawless, almost blinding in its radiance. And his makeup was on point, as clear cut as a photograph brought to life, without a single hair out of place. Admiring his beauty in a magazine or seeing him on the silver screen paled in comparison to being in his presence. 

Vil was the embodiment of elegance and charisma, and so tall! Even with high heels, was he really so much taller than her? He practically towered over her and at that moment, Danica found herself wholly starstruck. She couldn’t do anything beyond keeping her gaze to the floor.

“Pl…pleased to make your acquaintance, Vil-senpai,” she mumbled. “I’m…very honored to…”

Vil’s response was swift and cutting. “One should never avoid eye contact in a social setting. It’s a sign of weakness.”

His tone was cold and the blood quickly drained from her face. She bit her lip. “I…I’m sorry…I…”

“Danica is a little shy,” Farron tried to speak up for her. “After all, this is her first night here.”

“Hmph, yes I can certainly see that.” Vil’s tone was less stern this time, but it was dripping with sarcasm. He leaned into her, noticing how her lips quivered. His eyes briefly flickered with amusement. “As timid as a frightened rabbit. Though I must admit, you wear your ceremonial robes beautifully.”

An embarrassed warmth rose in Danica’s chest, flushing her cheeks. She wasn’t quite sure if he was complimenting her or teasing her but at least it wasn’t an insult. She smiled and began to speak slightly louder. Thanking him and explaining how her robes once belonged to her father.

Unfortunately, her tone was still not to Vil’s liking and he interrupted her again. Scolding her again for the softness of her voice.

“If you’re going to speak, then speak up. I can barely hear you!”

“I’m sorry!” she stammered, taken aback by his sharpness. Her nervousness intensified with each passing moment. “I’m sorry, I said…”

But Vil wasn’t one to accept apologies easily. “I didn’t ask for an apology, I asked for you to speak up! It’s incredibly inpolite.”  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“And needlessly apologizing is just as bad! Are you this way even with your family and friends?”

“I…I…” she struggled to find her voice and her eyes were beginning to burn. “I…I mean,,,”

“Come now, Vil-san.”

Farron could see this introduction quickly going south. Danica was already feeling incredibly anxious and he could see how Vil's harsh tone wasn’t helping matters. He saw how their dorm leader intimidated her and once again, tried to intervene.

“She’s not trying to be rude, she’s just a little overwhelmed. But that’s to be expected since…”

“These ceremonial robes belonged to my father,” Danica suddenly found her voice and finally spoke up. “He’s a Night Raven College alumni and allowed me to wear them for my own orientation tonight.”

Vil and Farron both glanced at her, supposed by her sudden assertiveness. Farron let out a small sigh of relief and another twinge of amusement came to Vil. He was beginning to wonder if she was even capable of speaking above a whisper and it was nice to know she was also capable of proper conversation. 

“That’s better,” he nodded with approval. “By wearing those robes, you carry your father’s legacy so you must carry it with pride.” He folded his arms. “Now tell me, Danica, how long do you plan to keep your head lowered like that?”

“Hmm?”

“When speaking to someone, you must always maintain eye contact, surely a girl of your background in aware of such.” He maintained a tone of annoyance, though the smallest hint of a smile came to his face. “You can start by addressing your dorm leader properly. Look at me, and greet me as you did at the beginning. I won’t leave this spot until you do.”

Danica hesitated, unsure if she was capable of such a thing. But something inside her told her that Vil was serious and to disobey him would be far from wise. With his sharp gaze still piercing into her, she took a deep breath and slowly lifted her head to meet his eyes. Immediately she was struck by their beautiful violet hue and she discreetly pinched herself to prevent her from lowering her head again. Gorgeous, she thought, even if they looked at her coldly. 

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Vil-senpai. I am honored to be a part of this dorm.

What Vil felt as she finally brought herself to look at him, he couldn’t easily describe. Her nervousness was palpable, but behind her hesitant gaze, he could see something else. It was very subtle but there was very clear determination in her eyes. Vil could understand now, and couldn’t help but find her very captivating in that moment. 

Even if she was more timid than a field mouse, in time, Danica was sure to become more captivating still. Once she came out of her shell, but Vil would see to that. A challenge he was more than willing to take.

“Ah, so there is a voice there after all,” his smile became wider, causing her to blush. “And I see you are not without manners, which is good.”

“Thank you, Sir.” At last, it seemed she’d earned his approval, even if only for a moment.

“Now listen well. To be a Night Raven College student is a thing of pride, but to be a student of the Pomefiore dorm is a thing to be revered. Ours is the oldest dorm of this school with the most beauty and greatest prestige. Do you understand?”

“Ye…yes, Sir.”

“Pomefiore is modeled around the tenacious spirit of the Fairest Queen,” Vil went on. “In addition to being the fairest in the land, she was a powerful sorceress and most importantly, she feared nothing and cowered to no one.”

How I wish I could have even an ounce of her courage then. Danica thought. Then perhaps this wouldn’t feel so daunting. But aloud she said, “I…hope that I can learn from her example, Sir.”

“You have a lot to learn, Little Potato,” replied Vil. “But I promise you this.” 

He took a step towards her and as much as Danica would have liked to take a step back, she found she couldn't. Something in Vil’s eyes kept her frozen in place, something that was as intimidating as it was mesmerizing. 

“I promise you that if you learn nothing else while in Pomefiore, you will learn to carry yourself with confidence.”

Considering the life she had lived up until that moment, Danica couldn’t be blamed for being uncertain of Vil’s words. She had never been the most confident person and often wished that she could be invisible. Could she possibly one day be as self-assured as Vil? Or as confident as the Fairest Queen of legend? It was a laughable notion but Vil was not one to make promises lightly. And his determined tone was enough for her to believe it to be so, even for a moment.

“Yes, I will try my best, Vil-senpai.”

“No, do not try, Little Potato. Do .” And with that, Vil turned on his heal and went back to his seat at the other end of the table.

~~~

After such an awkward introduction, the atmosphere between Vil and Danica remained charged with unspoken tension. Both continued to steal glances at each other but Danica in particular couldn’t help but feel more than a little shaken. It was so sudden, she thought, not expecting that she would catch Vil’s attention so quickly let alone that he’d want to speak to her. And unfortunately, she was pretty certain she’d made a terrible first impression. 

Though she practiced over and over what she’d say to him in her mind, when it came down to actually doing so, she found it nearly impossible. He was radiant that it was blinding and his imposing aura was enough to leave her in awe. As well as completely tongue-tied. How would she ever manage to be in the same dorm with such a paragon of elegance and grace? And what's more, what could he possibly be thinking about her now? 

The more she thought about it, the more her heart raced. To the point she could feel herself on the verge of anxious tears. Farron, already proving himself to be a kind and caring senpai, gently rubbed her hand before the tears could form. 

“You did just fine, Danica. Don’t worry too much.” Danica glanced up at him, she heard him, though she wasn’t exactly listening. She shook her head and Farron continued, “I know it seems like you made a fool of yourself, but trust me, you didn’t.”

“How can you be so sure?” she asked. “He didn’t seem that impressed with me. He probably thinks I’m too quiet or worse.”

“Perhaps, but let me answer your question with one of my own.” Farron smiled and nodded his head toward the other end of the table where Vil sat with Epel and Rook. "You see that boy over there? Sitting with our dorm leaders? His name is Epel and as you can see, Vil has been quite engrossed with improving his manners."

Danica looked over at Epel and with a single glance, she could tell he was feeling even more out of place than her. He appeared utterly miserable and even from where she sat she could tell that Vil was scolding him far worse.

"Now here's my question," Farron went on, “During this evening's welcome reception, have you noticed if Vil has gone out of his way to interact with any of the other new freshmen? Besides Epel?”

“Hmmm,” Danica thought about this before shaking her head again. “No, he hasn’t really spoken to anyone else. No one else but…me…”

“Exactly my point!” Farron’s eyes sparkled with a knowing look. “The fact that Vil went out of his way to make your acquaintance means that you have caught his interest. He sees potential in you, something special and beautiful that he would like to see more of.”

“What? Really?”

At this, Danica’s heart fluttered, and without realizing it, she looked up and her eyes drifted back over to Vil. His eyes were still upon her but something about his gaze now was different. The look he wore was softer, almost kind, and was that a tiny smile upon his lips?

A spark of nervousness went off in her chest but she knew Vil would scold her again if he noticed her head lowered. She quickly diverted her eyes away from his and made a point of trying not to meet his gaze again. 

“I understand that Vil can be harsh,” Farron said. “He’s an incredibly commanding individual, but he also means well. Behind that sternness, he’s actually very kind and he only wants for you the same he wants for all of the freshmen of Pomefiore.”

“And what’s that?” asked  Danica. 

“To see you blossom to your fullest, most potential. To see you become beautiful and strong,” with a kind wink. “And more importantly, more confident.”

Danica sighed. Farron seemed so sure about everything, though it was probably to be expected since he was a sophomore. As such, she felt that she could trust him, and soon enough, her anxiety began to ease a little. She glanced over at Vil, this time he saw that his own gaze was downcast and she felt slightly more comfortable keeping her eyes on him for a few moments more. His beauty and charisma were undeniable and Danica found herself torn between fear and fascination with him. And she couldn’t help but continue to wonder what he might be thinking about her now. 

Unfortunately, Vil’s own thoughts were in turmoil. Even from across the table, he could still sense Danica’s anxiety and noticed how she was avoiding his gaze as best as she could. It troubled him that already, she likely saw him as a villain and feared him. His harsh tone probably didn’t help matters either. Looking around him, he surveyed the looks of the other freshmen. Some gazed at him with reverence, others with intimidation. Vil was used to the latter and normally it didn’t bother him. After all, as Pomefiore’s dorm leader, it was far more important to him that his students flourish than if he was well-liked. If it meant that some were afraid of him, then so be it. 

He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way but with Danica, he felt differently. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him but even more, he wanted to unlock her potential that was hidden by her anxiety. Outwardly, she was already quite beautiful. But without discipline and integrity, outer beauty counted for nothing. Looking at her, Vil likened her to a gem still in its rough, but with a little guidance and a lot of polish, she was sure to shine brightly. 

As the evening drew to a close, Vil silently swore to himself that he would see her flourish in the halls of the Pomefiore dorm. Meanwhile, Danica swore to herself that she would take Vil’s words to heart and live up to his expectations. If he could see potential in her, she wanted to see it as well. Tonight had been a challenging start, but also a moment of resolve for her. The beginning of her transformation that would shape her time in Pomefiore. With Vil Schoenheit as her teacher.

~~~

[zgvlt]

I'm just gonna share what's on top of my head here:

1. So I believe that "Cater" is derived from the French word for four wc is "Quatre", so the name ideas are inspired from that. So one is "Heartstring"; we know Cater puts on a happy facade and maybe his beloved is what really tugs him to drop it. Maybe "my Diamond" too (major SU vibes), diamonds are sturdy and four is the number wc represents stability and foundation. Or "Angel" as well as I believe 4 is the angel number for love. Also, FOUR👏LEAF👏CLOVER if you do poly.

2. Azul was the first person in my head if it's rivals to lovers. Maybe s/o is also business-minded like him, just not as shady and ofc it's bad for business if his victims clients are stolen easily. Maybe Vil as well, but not like Neige (I now underatand why Vil hates him), but like he's the understudy for them sometimes and vice versa. They help each other out when they seem to be stuck how to depict a specific role, etc. But tbh, ACE is the best candidate for a rivals to lovers scenario imo. He's a lovable little gremlin and we know it.

3. "Royals" for the Vil fanclub cause queen duh, but if it sounds too reminiscent of RSA, then maybe "crowns" or "jewels". Maybe his "garden" as well cause he likes calling people spudlings.

[referring to this post]

HI ARIZ thanks for taking the time to respond to my call for help hihi! i'm not sure abt the love part but i do know 4(44) represents stability/durability! and while the poly thing won't work out in the thing i'm thinking of, i do like poly for trey cater and reader/prefect hehe a certain mutual's art got me super into it

also INTERESTING omg an understudy concept with vil... very fun! i think that delves more into on stage acting and not on cam acting but i like the thought of that :00 but yes thank you sm for the ideas 💖💞💞

[twstchaos]

"Never do that again. Please"

Vil and Missy (platonic)

UWAH!!! A REQUEST!!!

Thank the creative gods that I had thoughts about this particular duo, so I could actually write this lmaoooooooo!!!

~~~

“AH AIN’T NO FRAIL L’IL LADY! AH KIN WHOOP Y’ALL’S ASSES ANY DAY!”

Missy was seething with anger. It was one thing to insult her short stature, but once her so-called “hoity-toity-ness” of being a student in Diasomnia was mentioned, Missy was left seeing red.

Lilia had been teaching some self-defense, so she would fare well against those larger bullies, and she did until one of their fists collided with her eye socket.

“Ow! Fuck!” She covered her injured eye with her hand.

“Not so tough now, ha!” One of them laughed.

“SHUDDUP! AH KIN STILL KEEP ON GOIN’!”

Missy slowly moved her hand away from her eye, balled her hands into fists and was ready to fight again.

“You all are aware that fighting on campus is prohibited, yes?”

Missy whipped her head towards the all too familiar voice.

“Ugh, it’s you.”

Vil sauntered over to Missy and the group of bullies she was totally close to beating to a pulp. He faced the bullies, stepping between them and the younger student.

“I will have a word with your respective dorm leaders about this. Now leave.”

And with that warning, they ran off.

“Now to you, spudling.”

Missy grumbled at the name.

“I should also be reporting you to Malleus as well, but it seems that we have more pressing matters to attend to.” He emphasized his point by pressing his index and middle finger lightly against Missy’s reddening skin. She hissed in pain as Vil pulled away.

“Follow me.” Vil commanded as his heels clicked down the corridor.

Once the two arrived at Vil’s room, Missy was astonished by how nothing had changed in his room. Then again, the last time she was inside there, she was wrecking it up.

“Sit.” Vil pointed to the vanity’s seat. Missy sat down, placing the mostly melted ice pack that they picked up on their way to Pomefiore on her lap.

“No squirming, I am going to be applying some creams to keep the swelling down.” After scooping out some cream from a random white jar on the vanity, Vil carefully applied it to her skin, being careful to not get it in her eye.

“You should know better than to be fighting.” Vil scolded.

“They started it.” Missy scoffed. “So, I planned on endin’ it. Plus, ya bettah not be callin’ me weak.”

He shook his head. “I, of all people, should know that you aren’t weak. You did nearly beat me twice.”

She smirked. “I know, I’m the best.”

With a sigh of content, he rubbed in the last of the product.

“You’re done.” Vil said while scooping out a bit more of the cream and placing it into a smaller plastic jar and handing it to Missy. “Apply it twice a day until you run out, and only use a small amount.”

“Oh, thanks, I guess.”

Missy slipped the jar into her pocket and headed towards the door.

“Never do that again. Please.” Vil said as he cleaned up his vanity.

“No promises!” Missy giggled, slamming the door behind her.

“Augh, that spudling.”

[twstinginthewind]

👨‍👩‍👧 A homesick Mia tells her dormmate about her granny?

Emoji prompts!

Vil Schoenheit caught his reflection in the mirror above the lounge fireplace, and set his jaw. He was beautiful, yes, but with a certain severity. Is that what made him unapproachable? He exhaled, nostrils flaring, and adjusted his tiara. It wasn't his fault, the way he looked; he wasn't trying to make himself look imposing. Would he ever have the soft, gentle appeal of his rival? Would anyone ever see him as a comfort, as a friend they could rely upon? Is he forever doomed to the icy villain's role, the aloof and standoffish bad guy? He turned away from his reflection and started towards the lounge door, heels clacking against the floor tiles.

He was met at the doorway by one of his freshmen. She looked completely bedraggled. Her eyes were red-rimmed and watery; her dorm uniform was rumpled and dotted with damp spots; even her little brown cat ears were drooping in her disheveled hair. "Housewarden!!" she said with a start, and took a step back. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you."

"It's all right, spudling." He frightened her. Of course he did, looking like he does. Vil stepped to one side, allowing her access to the room. "Come in. Is there something wrong?"

She sniffled as she entered the room, and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "I'm..." She gulped, then continued. "Housewarden?" she asked in a tiny voice. "Am I allowed to go home?"

"It needs to be approved by the headmage, once I send in the request... did something happen at home? Do you need to be there?" Vil gently guided the girl over to a couch, and sat her down. "I've never seen one of my little potatoes crumble so badly, Mia. What is happening?"

She shook her head. "N- nothing's going on there. I just. I. I." She hiccuped, and the tears started flowing again. "I just really miss my Grammy!!" she wailed, and slumped against the back of the couch.

Vil wasn't sure how to proceed. He reached out gingerly, and patted Mia on her shoulder. "Your grandmother, yes? Are you two cl—OOF." He was cut off mid-thought by the girl suddenly catching him in a rib-crushing embrace, one that he would have never thought someone as tiny as her could be capable of. However, he did keep gently patting her, even as she sobbed into his uniform top.

"She's been tay. Taking care of me 'n Sia since we were little. And. And. And she would always brush my. My hair before bed. And we would. We'd. We'd talk about everything? And she's so pretty and so stylish and cool and I miss her so muuuuuuuuch." Mia babbled as she clung to Vil, and he gently rocked back and forth as she went on. When she finally finished crying, she froze up, as if realizing exactly whose arms she had thrown herself into. "Um. Housewarden, I'm... I'm so sorry...."

Vil took Mia by the shoulders and sat her up. He took a black handkerchief from his pocket, and blotted the tears around her eyes. "Do not apologize for this. As much as we try to stay level-headed here, there is a great beauty in the love we have for our families. I can approve a weekend visit, Mia, so long as you can assure me that your responsibilities here will be taken care of." He handed her the handkerchief. "Blow your nose."

Mia complied, making a tiny squeak. She looked gratefully up at Vil. "Can I really? I'll call Grammy and see when I can go. I'll. Um. Hang on." She reached inside her uniform, and took out her phone, showing it to him. On the lockscreen was a photo of the two sisters and their grandmother.

Vil took the phone. "All three of you? I see." The girls were familiar to him, both the sleekly pretty older sister and the bubbly, wide-eyed Mia. But the grandmother... she was a cat beastman, like the girls, but had a more sophisticated air to her. Her icy blue eyes had a severe, aloof look to them, over prominently angled cheekbones. Her silver-blond hair was tucked into a firm bun, with just a few wisps around the edges to soften the look. Her jaw was set firmly, and her gaze was no-nonsense.

Vil looked back at Mia, who was gazing at him shyly. "You're a lot like her, housewarden. I guess that. That's why I'm. Um. I look up to you so much. You've got a. A warm side. But people don't. They don't look for it." She hiccuped again as he handed her her phone.

"Let me know the dates," Vil said, "and I'll arrange for permission for you to go." He patted Mia's shoulder again, feeling her soften in relief. "And tell your grandmother that I say hello, would you? She seems a remarkable woman."

"Really?? Thank you, housewarden!!" She almost threw herself at him for another hug, but stopped herself, and just presented a beaming smile instead. "I'll call her right away! I'm so glad you were here. I needed someone I could be comfortable with!"

Comforting, eh? he thought as the girl got to her feet, getting ready to make a call. Mia might not be representative of how the world sees him, but Vil was momentarily happy. There was at least one person who wasn't put off by him. There was hope for him to become the hero, yet.

[cloudcountry]

Hellou I really like your writings and since the tray is open, I wanted to ask for hdcns for azul, riddle and vil with a mc that has difficulty pronouncing their last name xdd (a very personal request, I can't pronounce the last name of those three qwq) thank you! *hug*

SUMMARY: MC has trouble pronouncing "Rosehearts," "Ashengrotto," and "Schoenheit!!"

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: aww, thank you anon!! <3 and don't worry i'm always freaked out about pronouncing a character's name wrong. i didn't know how to say "idia" correctly for the first few months of playing twst so i literally just called him "the hades guy"

Riddle’s kind of an asshole about it first. He keeps telling you to enunciate and open your mouth wider and typically has that slightly annoyed look on his face. It takes a nudge from Trey for him to understand that you’re not doing it on purpose or to mock him, that you’re genuinely having trouble.

He’ll try to teach you how to say his name properly, but repeating Rose and Hearts and telling you to put them together. It’s not condescending, his tutor instincts are just taking over LMAO

If you still can’t grasp it, he’ll allow you to give him a nickname. Although hearing “Queen Rosey” may embarrass the hell out of him, he’ll allow it for you.

He laughs, just like that time when he caught you singing. “No, I’m sorry my dear. It’s not a bad thing, I assure you.” He shakes his head, but his eyes still sparkle with teasing mischief.

He will allow you to call him Mr. Azul since he gets a little kick out of being called Mister anyway. You do not get nickname privileges, unfortunately, and that is for one simple reason!!

The Leech brothers. If they ever found out you gave Azul a nickname that would not let him rest. Day in and day out, it would be “Hello Mr. Grotto, would you like some sugar in your tea?” and “Hey Ash! I’m taking the day off! Bye now!”

Vil will take a more Riddle approach in that he will try and teach you how to say his name properly. He’s very persistent and will expect the same amount of effort from you.

He does not settle for a nickname, he will only take Vil Schoenheit. You will learn how to say his name eventually, you just need practice. Don’t worry, spudling. Everyone has something they need to work on, and this is a very simple matter in your case.

Once you finally get it right, and he’s not stopping til you do, he’ll reward you with a proud smile and a head pat. You did very well, and you deserve to know.

[cloudcountry]

Djkfgnd I’ll keep your nicknaming advice in mind!! I think I’ll stick with the nickname Swordfish for Loop!Reader then,, And if you don’t mind,, I am going to go on another Loop!Reader ramble 🤧 

But before that!! I need to mention Yuuya Kuroki again real quick- You remember how he’s the light novel iteration of Yuu and that he gives off the vibes of a wet cat? I need to share this snippet from the novel including him- It’s both funny and a bit sad to me- (again… Yuuya needs a hug-)

Riddle's eyes glared fiercely at Yuuya, who was deathly pale from watching them fight. “You there!”

“Yes!” Yuuya answered, albeit very, very loudly.

"What a fine mess you've made, not only arriving at the ceremony exceedingly late, but also setting alight our Mirror Chamber!" It was absolutely breathtaking how that powerful voice didn’t match his petite frame. Even with his back against the wall, Yuuya could barely stand up straight. "But beyond all of that, for the criminal offense of violating one of the Queen of Hearts' rules! Don't tell me you aren't familiar with Article 23?"

"Uhm. H-Hearts...? Whose rules again?"

"Excuse me…? I can hardly believe what I'm hearing. You've truly not a clue about Article 23 of the Decrees of the Queen of Hearts: ‘One shan't bring a cat with them to a celebration’?”

 “N-no. Not at all.”

"Unbelievable. What a stunning lack of quality education."

“My mistake!”

Thin, blue veins appeared on Riddle’s forehead, his expression furious enough to make one’s blood curdle. The honesty of a statement like “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard it” was bound to get him in worse trouble.

Riddle coldly asserted himself once more to Yuuya, who was ready to prostrate himself at the drop of a hat.

And yes, I can’t wait for the angst of the fic!! >:D Tbh, I sort of wanted a dichotomy between how dark and tragic the loop concept is and how chipper and lively Loop!Reader is,, 

But speaking of Loop!Reader!! I wanted to talk about her a little more! I’ve kept talking about how outgoing and energetic she is, but she’s also really expressive as well. If she’s not careful, her emotions can get the best of her. But!! If you become her friend, then she will absolutely rant about stuff to you, whether it be her interests or her frustrations. Whenever she gets into a rant, or wants to rant, she can be,, a bit dramatic-:

Loop!Reader: *flings open the doors of Azul’s office* I officially hate my life! *throws herself onto a nearby couch* *she can lie on it, just as long as her shoes don’t touch the fabric*

Azul: *puts pen down and sighs* What’s the matter, (Name)?

Loop!Reader: Everything! Oh my God, okay, so— *proceeds to go into a long rant* *Azul then probably offers her a contract to ‘help’ her* *she immediately then says no*

Loop!Reader, gushing about how attractive and great this person is: He’s so handsome and sweet!! I’d love to date him!

Azul, doesn’t know she’s talking about a fictional character: *kinda dying on the inside* Is that so? :)

Dramatics aside, she also likes giving nicknames to her friends (as seen in the last post)! For example, before her best friend Rosalie went missing, she often called her ‘Rosie,’ and ‘Rosa.’ I can see her calling Malleus ‘Mal-mal’ once he reveals his name- Her nicknames are a bit unconventional, but they have a certain charm to them- Oh, speaking of nicknames! You know how Vil calls everyone a potato and whatnot? Loop!Reader calls him a prune in retaliation. Vil’s not a fan.

Vil: Spudling Prefect. :|

Loop!Reader: Prune Schoenheit. :|

She’s also pretty physically affectionate, even with her friends. She likes giving them hugs, pulling them by the arm/hand to guide them somewhere, holding on to them when she’s shaking with laughter, etc. And this probably has the potential of sending a person who likes her (*cough* I’m mainly looking at Azul and Riddle) into a spiral- She will back off if you asked her to, though!

Azul: (Is there really such a thing as platonic cuddling? Platonic holding hands? How do I know if it’s actually platonic or not? How do I deal with her affection? I can’t just sit there like a brick wall. Does she like the cologne I wear? She’s always hanging all over me, what does that mean?)

Loop!Reader: >:D Hey, hey, hug time!

Azul: *Azul_Ashengrotto.exe has stopped working*

*cough* I like thinking of Azul and Loop!Reader’s dynamic as the ‘Overthinker x Overly Affectionate’ trope- And yes, the Azul loving genes are very clear in this post 🧍‍♂️

Oh, and!! I’m gonna add an OC to the fic as well >:D And also,, have these random dialogue things for the heck of it-:

Floyd, running after Loop!Reader: Swordfiiish!

Loop!Reader: *RUNNING FOR HER LIFE* NO, NO, NO

Floyd: Just one squeeze!!

Loop!Reader: NO SQUEEZE! THAT’S YOUR WAY OF SAYING YOU’RE GONNA SNAP MY SPINE IN HALF!

Azul, watching them run around the Mostro Lounge: 🧍‍♂️ 

Jamil: I’m just saying, a whole planet can’t define your personality.

Loop!Reader: That is sooo Virgo of you.

Loop!Reader: Top ten hot things to do with the girls this summer!

Loop!Reader, pulls out wood: *looks at Ace* Number three, crucify the ginger.

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

HELP THIS IS SO LONG BUT IT SOUNDS SO COOL AJSFDHGSAD wet cat character supremayc tbh theyre my favorite genre of characters wahwahwahawhwahwah

DO NOT CALL VIL A PRUNE HES GORGEOUS HELLO /lh

loop!reader soudns pretty relatable tbh ^^