#ortho shroud scenarios

[kalims]

pop !

giving them a balloon with a confession in it and running away,

premise. out of confession ideas? sick of the pile of stupid papers crumpled up on the leg of your desk? or perhaps you're just in the 'you only live life once' mindset. since the school year is ending, why not get rid of the annoying feeling of him tingling your mind? (in the form of a balloon, you never said you were gonna stick around!)

characters. all sorted by dorm

content. mc runs away after giving it, based on a tiktok I stumbled across approximately a year ago... mentions of marriage (one sign and some were speeding through the future)

note. savanaclaws part hmmm yummy

heartslabyul

unsurprisingly, riddle gets a lot of bizarre things from students and professors alike. confessions are one thing but having one in this... circular, red, full of helium balloon is certainly a surprise. creative, he'll give them that. if anything he's just confused with it in his arms as you just sort of, shove it in his arms and run away. he recognizes you easily but once cater plucks it out of his grip and shows him the message he just turns red.

trey is the type of guy to accept whatever you give him, honestly. it doesn't matter if you give him the most random of items, he'll take it without a single word of query (unless it's really questionable.) you could hand him a bottle of mustard in class, trey'll just blink and hold onto it patiently. a pair of batteries? thanks he guesses. a red, inflated balloon? he spares you a questioning glance but you're already collecting dust with how fast you ran away so he turns it and resists a smile. clearly spotting the bold letters.

the opposite of clover, cater just doesn't take anything from you unless it piques his interest or is just a casual 'hold onto this for a few' like water or something. things bordering past unusual is what he'd hesitate to take, though less given he trusts you. sometimes he doesn't take it all together simply cause he doesn't feel like it. caters probably updated on everything so when you shove the balloon in his arms and beeline he's pulling out his phone ready to scream his ass off in his dump account. (also gotta magicam this, duh.)

will most likely just dump it on the ground without another thought. or hand it back to you. ace does not care about balloons, he might even pop it in your face. that is, if you stayed for more than a second. he feels more inclined to peer further cause you ran away so fast. you looked embarrassed, and he finds out quickly why you'd proceed to never show up to his face for the following week when he spots it. stares at it dumbly for like, a minute before taking off after you... be scared ig.

added to the top ten best moments of his life note on his phone. deuce silently highlights your name on it with the same angry, red bump on his forehead because he accidentally ran into a pole midst trying to find you around the campus. he had the same idea as ace (twins) which is finding you immediately except once he read the confession he promptly lost all his braincells in the process. so he's very excited, slash embarrassed, slash shy? and can't conjure any logic cause it's just your face.

savanaclaw

jokes on you. you think he's gonna make an effort to catch your stupid balloon? leona just watches it drop to the floor. the effort is only exerted when he's absolutely sure you've run away on your slow legs, he's not bashful—not at all. maybe that's just denial speaking though. he takes one look at the balloon, and pops it with a single dig of his nail. the stare is so brief that you'd doubt if he ever read it at all, when the evidence of your apparent love is now non-existent in the physical world, very much still lingering inside him. leona comes to the predicament that he can't seem to sleep days after.

ruggie is all too familiar with the lack of appreciation some folks hold towards cheaper material gifts. like a luxury jewel, a big, shiny lil' thing ultimately rotting in the closet of some soul cause its the 'price' that counts. he spots the words easily, discerning the black ink. not entirely formed with straight lines, the keen eyes of his spots the wriggles some hold. as though whoever wrote was nervous and he bores an impish grin. (and some back corner of his closet holds no big, pricey jewel, but the deflated balloon is worth all the more to him.)

more likely to leave it on accident. after falling victim to the annoying pranks his other first year 'friends' like to do, with him as the victim apparently. he's more suspicious of it than anything, jack does not want a face full of whipped cream once again. he stares at it like it's an alien and only goes for the initiative to take it into his hands when it rolls and showcases the very bold text, highlighted and straight to the point. jack inevitably ends up accidentally popping it due to the fear that some other person probably saw it, he did not mean to wreck it. atleast not with a messy chain of thoughts, but hey. atleast he got the message...

octavinelle

well versed in catching you in a gentle manner, if you ever slipped (he definitely did not practice.) so azul's reflexes respond quick enough to capture the red little thing with ease. he recognizes it as one of your antics, and he rarely doesn't humor them since it was harmless ones that don't really get under his skin, unlike that of the tweels... the curiosity of looking forward to whatever you had far outweighed any annoyance, and great sevens he might actually combust. ("JADE PREPARE THE LOUNGE—") <- absolutely ready to initiate the plans he had detailed through a script ages ago if this were to ever happen, with a red face. ha, ha.

either clueless, or already got an idea based entirely on the adorably stiff look on your face. jade easily puts two and two together, it's quite funny because he picks it up and doesn't spare a single look. stalking off to find you immediately, and only then does he take a peek as to whatever made the balloon special, right in front of you cause apparently he's gotta witness your raw embarrassment in the flesh?

floyd is likely not interested in the ball in the first place, he thinks you want to play catch so he runs after you with a laugh that... makes you a lot more concerned. he flings it uselessly to the face of some poor soul before he sprint after you, probably traumatizing them when they spot the 'I like you' on it, and when they realize they got it from the resident terrorist whose definition of 'I like you' is 'you're entertaining, I'm gonna keep on playing with you'. (only blinks when you tell him about it, seeing as he isn't close to releasing you anytime soon from his arms.) caught you!

scarabia

sparkles, around the sun... too bright... kalim's blinding everyone else with his obvious joy. almost immediately turns it and it's clear he saw something he really liked cause he has one of those grins, really wide, showing off his teeth and his face scrunches up to the point where you could barely spot the red irises of his eyes. his lips are wobbly too! and he thought the notion was simply too cute... (so much he just had to send it back, so you could feel what he felt too!) except it comes in a hundred times balloons inside your home.

really confused. is this supposed to be a new form of comfort in the era that he hasn't caught up with yet? jamil does nothing much to stop you from running away, yeah. that's your choice but it did strike an inkling of suspicion in him. with the way you aggressively shoved the balloon in his arms before you ran away makes him think it's contents are supposed to be for him only. seeing as you collected dust with that sprint, so he brings it home. and damn, thank god he did because seven forbid if anyone else actually saw the flicker of bashfullness in his expression, hopefully not his warming ears either.

pomefiore

you try to fool him by not rushing up to him, shoving it and then speeding away for once. but instead calmly placing it in his arms and then walking away like it might be the last time yall have a friendship haha (👀) vil sees right through you either way. dare I say he thinks the whole execution is strange, he means, you could literally just walk up to him and say the exact same thing written on the balloon and he would've loved it either way but eh, atleast you got it out!

don't walk into his room cause you will probably the very prominent place the balloon has in his room. rook surprisingly did not put it on a pedestal which is tame for his nature, but it does have a place in the corner of stuff he absolutely adores. you'd think you'd spared yourself from the embarrassment of seeing his reaction cause c'mon, that was a confession. it's nerve-wracking! but NO cause you spy him outside the window of your class and suffer a heart attack (3rd floor btw)

wherever he read that, epel's jaw drops. people would mistake him as someone who escaped from a mental asylum from the way he's gaping at a balloon like he just got told vil schoenheit got canceled on magicam for some controversy (he in fact, did not.) spends so much time staring at it, and the following where he's managed to snap out of it is spent also staring off into the distance *wedding bells ringing*

ignihyde

uuuuhhhhh... either send it to him digitally or shove it inside his room and dip?? if we're going with the latter, idia doesn't even notice until like, a day after cause he's been playing for. and it isn't even him who notices!! it's ortho!!! even if he did find it he would've ignored it, but behold, ortho, who reads the text in a hilariously flat tone. idia thought his brother was professing his love until the boy reveals it was from you. (nearly falls off the chair, then actually falls when he realizes it's been a day. imagine getting ghosted irl haha)

ortho could be the delivery boy if you're too embarrassed lmao. will help you in constructing a more poetic way with words but honestly the "YOU'RE CUTE LETS DATE" gets it done. boy probably doesn't understand why you don't wanna do it yourself, and records the entire thing, reaction of the person? forwarded to you until he leaves. but now you're suffering through wanting to watch, and not because you're too pussy to actually do it.

diasomnia

what... malleus is the equivalent of '???' like he's seen a few of these unique, forms but he never got the purpose of them. so he assumes it's like, some nice gift of human traditions question mark. so he appreciates it either way, he looks content honestly which is funny cause the terrifying wizard looks kinda silly holding that balloon like it's a child. actually you should've just gave him a blank balloon cause once he spots the confession, oh honey. are you fine with early marriage?

if you can't find lilia might as well yeet the balloon in the ceiling. chances are, he's there and he's gonna catch it. there's already a cheeky smile quirking up the ends of his lips, usually he'd have some sort of retaliation on the personal attack you inflicted on his heart but oh dear, it's strangely blank. he's humming, the round thing upside down as he rubs his chin in contemplation. everyone's just scared at the echoing giggles of the already dark hallway.

an attack? AN ATTACK! unlike lilia who knows how to use the figurative words youth joke about all the time, sebek is... hilariously serious about most things, if not so much that it strikes just a teeny tiny concern in your mind. honestly you didn't take much into account, not the fact that he might consider it as an assault or something because you're already speeding away. apparently not having gotten too far cause he catches up easily and holds you up by the back of your collar like a cat. (you'd most likely have to mention the words cause all he registered was the apparent attack, when he does check he goes redder in the face and accidentally drops you. nows your chance to run!!)

*angelic voice singing* silver, my boo boo, I mean what...? felt something soft being squeezed into his arms, he knew it was you but assumed it was a pillow so he just?? used it as a pillow?? under his head now?? most folks would be confused at the sight of the sleepy guy laying on a balloon cause, one, it might pop and startle everyone in vicinity, two, there's words scribbled on it. although cut off since his head is blocking the way, but the 'LIKE YOU' is really obvious. so he wakes up, glances at it and goes back to sleep, except he couldn't cause the balloon actually popped comically the same time he absorbed it in.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

I Need You

The TWST Cast's reaction, (under the preamble), when you tell them you're going home (assuming close platonic relationships, and reader having expressed uncertainty of wanting to return home at some point prior to this/has underlying doubts that they would be missed if they did leave) May be a little OOC sorry, and there are inconsistencies but it's not bad, still, sorry

Approx. 7.6k words, but separated by character so feel free to just read the character you want lmao (unless it's Malleus, sorry) ----------------------------------------------------- You had expected to happy. Overjoyed, excited, if and when the headmage finally told you he had found a way for you to return home, now that you had 'seen your use' here in Twisted Wonderland. Of course, he was no monster, and in his abundant generousity allowed you to have your time to say good byes and collect your things before he would send you on your way. He seemed to take your pure shock as a positive thing, ushering you out of his office in glee as he had finally fulfilled his promise he made to you when you first arrived.

There was so much you wanted to say, to protest, but the headmage was adamant and quick, and the words swirled in your head. Had you really just been a tool for him? Had he summoned you in the first place merely to take care of issues he had an inclination would arise? Your feet had never felt more leaded, your heart had never felt so heavy, and breathing had never required this much effort. Why did it hurt so bad? You were going home. But it wasn't the place you had come from that was associated with that word anymore, instead it was Ramshackle, complete with three ghosts and a grey, cat-like creature sitting in front of it, waiting for you to return. You couldn't just leave, could you? At least when you'd been brought here, you hadn't been given a choice, it just... happened. You may not have been happy at first, but it wasn't like there was much waiting for you at home either, nothing you really felt was worth giving up the experiences you had here; good and bad as the memories had come, you had friends and....family here that you wouldn't give up for the world. But the headmage seemed to have his mind set on sending you home.

You hugged yourself, doubt forming nasty storms of thoughts you'd rather not have, wondering whether anyone here would miss you if you left, especially now that everyone's problems were well on their way to being solved. You knew you had contributed, but was this a job or were you friends? It was getting hard to tell. You realized you would rather just tell them you were going home...and if they wanted you around, they'd tell you, right?

You sought out your closest...who you thought was your closest friend, looking for comfort and their opinion, unable to meet their eyes as you quietly told them, "I'm going home."

Heartslaybul

Riddle It seemed so out of the blue. You had come over for tea as per usual, though more pensive than normal, nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. Your words hit Riddle like a truck, making him audibly gasp softly. He looked down into his tea, struggling to hold back tears as he ran his thumb over the small hump of the handle on his teacup, his reflection rippling from the tremble in his hands. After some silence and practiced, slow breathing, he spoke, though neither of you made eye contact. "If that is what you want....I support you wholeheartedly...though I must admit...you will be...dearly missed." He tried to hide the shakiness in his voice. You had always been so supportive of him, so eager to ensure he had a place and people to turn to when he needed them, if all you needed was support from him in this moment, he would provide it...even if it hurt him.

You looked up from your tea sadly, only to watch as fat tears rolled down Riddle's cheeks. You struggled to hold back your own tears as you reached across the table and offered your hand to him. He looked up at you at first in surprise, then took your hand and wiped the tears from his face with his other hand, rather hastily before laughing softly, though it sounded pained.

"My apologies...I do not wish to influence your decision in-"

You cut him off squeezing his hand gently as tears began streaming down your face, your voice quiet, but desperate.

"Please...just tell me to stay....or...or go."

You swallowed hard and looked away, unsure of what you would do if the redhead told you it was best if you left.

Teary, stormy grey eyes finally looked towards you, first in confusion, then in fondness and relief as he smiled a bit and tried to inject some authority into his voice.

"My word is law. As of this moment, rule 811 and is as follows." You looked up in confusion and anxiety - there were only 810 rules, and Riddle had made it clear that he never wished to amend them in anyway. His smile only grew softer as his thumb ran over your knuckles gently so as to try and comfort you, though a small laugh bubbled out of him.

"I was going to try and make it all official sounding...but the truth is I need you...so please...if it's my input that will make your decision, I implore you....stay with me."

You couldn't help the smile that bloomed, and the relieved laughter that left you as you wiped at your eyes a bit more as both you and Riddle stood up from the table, the boy opening his arms to you for a hug.

"You scared me there for a moment."

"I scared you? You practically informed me that this would be one of our last times together unless I convinced you to stay! I thought a rule may be more convincing than...just my begging but..." he trailed off, snuggling into you a bit more and holding you a little tighter. "It worked. That's all that matters to me."

Trey

You were sitting at the island in the Heartslaybul kitchen, just watching Trey bake. You told him you had something important to tell him, so he had tilted his head and told you he was listening. However, after telling him that you were headed home, he didn't so much as glance back at you; he had just continued measuring out cups of flour, leaving you feeling rather dejected and hurt.

"Did you hear me?"

Trey glanced over his shoulder a bit, continuing to work. "I did."

You were somewhat baffled that he didn't add anything, watching him in mildly offended disbelief.

"You have nothing to say on the matter?"

"I do. But I don't think you want to hear it." He moved to wash his hands in the sink, his side profile now visible to you, and disturbingly absent of any trace of sadness. If anything, he was wearing a small smirk. Did he really not care if you left? You were disgruntled, allowing a moment of silence between the two of you before you spoke up.

"Well I do want to hear it."

At that, Trey turned and looked at you, his smile only getting a little bigger.

"You're not going home. Your heart's not in it. You're just echoing what you've been told because you think you have to go but you don't. The headmage can't force you to go home, so just say no thank you to him and let it be done with."

You sat in baffled silence for a moment before somewhat timidly asking, "Was it that clear I didn't want to go?"

Trey chuckled softly, returning to his work. "It was clear from the moment you walked in here you weren't happy about whatever you were going to try and tell me. Once I get these baked off, I'll come with you to the headmage. You're not going anywhere unless you want to, I promise."

Cater

You had texted him that you had something you wanted to tell him, but never in a million years did he think you meant you were leaving him.

He thought he had been in this position a million times before - you make a friend, you get their contact information, you fool around and then it's time to leave.

Only you were an actual...friend not an acquaintance. Not to mention, you could have moved to Atlantica and he was sure he could have found a way to keep in touch with you at the very least.

But you were going to leave this world. This pocket of space and time.

Cater rapidly blinked back tears and forced a cheery smile and an uncomfortable sounding laugh as he took your hand in his.

"Ok, haha, funny prank, now where are the cameras? Like, this is a bit, right, something you're gonna post on Magicam to start a trend?...it's a prank, right? Do you need a bigger reaction? I can give you a bigger reaction, we can do this take again, just tell me it's a prank." He bit his lip, fighting back tears as he squeezed both of your hands in his, emerald eyes desperately searching your face for any hint that this was meant to be a joke and nothing more. You knew how much you meant to him, you knew about the pattern he'd been forced to fall into, even if this was a bad joke, it was better than it being the truth.

You had to blink back your own tears, turning your face away from him a bit as a small sob left you and you closed the gap between the two of you in a hug, burying your face into him as you started to cry. He held you close and tightly, afraid that letting you go would mean letting you go forever as he struggled to keep his own emotions in check, sniffling.

"Do you really have to g-go?" He choked up over the word, shallow, panicked breathing not helping his emotions.

You sniffled and looked up at him, tears streaming down both of your faces at this point.

"Please don't go...not if it's making you this upset to leave...and you have a choice...please don't leave me" He begged you softly, waiting with bated breath for your decision.

You looked up at him tearfully, trying to smile as you made up your mind.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Those words alone were enough to bring Cater to his knees, his body giving out on him from the sheer amount of relief he felt knowing...he wouldn't be alone again. As long as you were around, he had someone to keep living for. You sat down on his bed, gently patting the mattress beside you as a silent invitation for him to join, but the most he could manage was a mumbled apology for getting your pants wet as he cried into your lap, too exhausted to pick himself up off the floor.

Deuce

It took a moment for him to process what you were saying. He had barely walked through the doors of Ramshackle at your request for him to come over, and now you were telling him you were leaving??

You had been waiting anxiously for his arrival, so before you even got through the niceties of thanking him for coming, you had kind of just blurted it out to him.

The shock was still running through his veins, so he also blurted the first thing that came to mind.

"But I already told my mom that you're coming for Thanksgiving next year!"

You both stared at each other in silence for a moment, before reality sunk in. You started laughing a little bit, but not without tears starting to well up.

"Well then I guess I've got to stick around until Thanksgiving."

Deuce didn't get the joking tone, tearing up, his bottom lip quivering a bit.

"So you're gonna go home after Thanksgiving? Why are you laughing, this isn't funny." He couldn't help but laugh a tiny bit as well, confused and upset at your reaction.

You shook your head and wiped your eyes a bit, smiling a bit "Well I mean...if I'm invited over for every Thanksgiving, I can't exactly go anywhere because skipping out would just be rude, wouldn't it?" In truth...the fact that he had gone so far as to plan at least a year in advance was enough to confirm that at least one person here wanted you to stay.

Deuce picked up on it now, beaming and tackling you in a tight hug, crushing you more than he intended to. You could feel the tears on his cheek still though as he spoke.

"You're invited to every Thanksgiving at my house from now until the end of time, okay?! You have to be there!"

Ace

It felt like the world stopped moving. He was just planning a prank to pull off on one of his upperclassmen, and was about to share his masterplan with you until he'd seen your face and made the mistake of asking what was wrong.

He just sat himself down next to you on the old Ramshackle couch, arms on his knees, his head down and pensive.

"So that's it? You're just going to up and leave?" You could sense there was more he wanted to say, but was biting his tongue for once, for your sake. His eyes were fixed on the uneven flooring beneath his feet, expression stern and unmoving as he tried to rationalize why you would want to leave.

You took in a sharp breath, trying to respond, but nothing came out.

Ace's brow furrowed in frustration, but tried to hide it by turning his face away.

"I thought you said you were happy here. Sure, things haven't been great, but I thought you had made peace with the fact Crowley is a lazy piece of shit that wasn't going to do anything to get you back where you came from. I thought...." His voice caught for a moment, his breath shaky. "....I thought you'd already decided to stay...because this is home now...I thought the friendships you've made here would be enough to keep you here since you never talk about the friends or family you had back....wherever you came from." He had to stand up at this point, pacing in front of you.

"You have people who care about you here, okay?! You gotta give us more than a days notice or so, don't we deserve that in the very least? Like at least give us time to throw you a party or something but more importantly, give us time to adjust to the idea that our friend is going to be out of our lives forever!" He took a few shaky breaths, panting a bit as he pushed his hair out of his face, trying not to let tears form. Not now. Not in front of you.

His words made you recoil slightly as you felt the need to defend yourself.

"I don't want to adjust to a life without you guys either!"

He looked at you dumbfounded and unamused.

"Then why the fuck are you leaving?"

It took you a moment to process, looking down a bit before responding.

".....I didn't know what I wanted until I heard the opposite of what I wanted...and...well I guess it's kinda dumb, but I think I needed to know that I would actually be missed."

Though you didn't see it, Ace's expression softened immediately. He sighed and sat back down next to you, hugging you tightly to him. "Yeah idiot, I, for one, would miss you a ton...I mean who else is gonna talk Riddle outta givin' me the collar?"

You couldn't help but snort a bit at that, making Ace grin. Thank the Sevens, this wouldn't be the last time he'd try to make you laugh.

Savanaclaw

Leona

You barging into his room wasn't exactly unheard of, rather, your footsteps had become a very comforting sound as they approached his bedroom. He had pretended to be asleep as he heard you coming this time, but just wanted to silently enjoy your company for a bit before "waking up".

Your announcement had him upright in the blink of an eye though, tail flicking in discontent behind him. He studied you for a mere moment before yawning and laying back down.

"If that's so, you better get over here. I demand at least one more nap together."

You didn't really know what to make of his reaction, curiosity over whether that was really "it" or not getting to you as you ventured closer to his bed. As soon as you were close enough, he yanked you close to him, making you yelp. He immediately maneuvered the two of you so that he could lay his head on your shoulder, effectively hiding his face from you...and keeping you somewhat pinned.

"Good luck leaving now herbivore...you're gonna miss this too much if you leave...and you'll no longer have a prince taking care of your every need...and-" He sounded almost like a child, pleading in his own way to be good enough for you to want to stay. If he couldn't be good enough at home, he wanted to know he would still have you.

You ran your fingers gently through his hair.

"Yeah you're right...I think I've gotten too used to this lifestyle to ever go back."

You could feel the tension leave his body as he pressed his head against your hand a little harder.

"Good. You're stuck with me forever."

You couldn't help but smile, any doubts you had melting away with those words alone.

Ruggie

You caught him off guard while he was on laundry duty for Leona, his back to you as silence so thick you could cut it filled the space between you two. Ruggie's ears were pressed flat against his head, his tail had stopped wagging, and for a moment, he didn't move, his hand gripping onto the useless piece of cloth in front of him. You opened your mouth to say something, but he turned to face you, looking over you for a moment.

"Y'know, usually in moments like this I quote my grandma..." You looked a bit confused, thrown off by where he was going with this as his tail started to wag the slightest bit.

"But I don't think she's got anything better than the kids at home do for this situation." He grins and covers his ears with his hands, tail wagging faster. "I didn't hear you so it doesn't count!"

Despite his playful demeanor, you could see tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

"Ruggie-" he immediately closed his eyes so he couldn't see your lips moving either, shaking his head as he tried to deny the news you'd given him.

"I...I can't hear you....please...just...if...if I can't hear you....I can pretend you're at Ramshackle...or somewhere else on Sage Island....I can...it'll be...." his rambling tapered off into soft, gaspy sobs, his hands falling away from his head, moving to hug himself instead. "If you leave...I can just pretend l-like you know how to get back....even..even if your world has no magic."

As soon as your arms wrapped around him, he was hugging you instead, burying his face into your neck and sobbing, his voice cracking as he asked softly, "This...this isn't a g-goodbye hug yet, right?"

"It's not a goodbye hug at all." You nuzzled into his hair a bit, causing him to relax in your hold.

"....do I have to prepare for a goodbye hug in my future?" You didn't have to think about it, shaking your head immediately, and causing him to cling onto you as if to convince himself you weren't going anywhere.

Jack

At your request, Jack had made the trip out to Ramshackle, rather happy that you wanted to see him - though he didn't want to admit it. However, his demeanor shifted as he saw you sitting rather dejectedly on the stairs outside of your dorm. He quickened his pace, before rather awkwardly sitting in front of you on the ground instead of beside you.

Upon checking in on you and receiving the news that you were to go home, his tail curled up beside him and his ears flattened, though he looked more pensive than anything.

"....do you want to go home?"

You looked at him, rather exhausted and rubbed your eye a bit. "I don't know anymore Jack and that's half the issue...I mean at the beginning of the year, yeah, that was what I wanted more than anything but now..." He watched your expression sadden a bit. A comfortable silence fell between you two as you stewed in your conflict and he tried to brainstorm a way to get you to stay without coming off as desperate.

"....you know....they say home is where the heart is..." He looked away a little awkwardly, feeling you silently ask for an explanation with your expression. "....so...if you can figure out where your heart lies....maybe it'll make your decision easier...but for me it's always laid with my family and I uh...consider you family too." He couldn't help but blush a bit at the admission, but felt a little guilty saying it out loud. Though you'd never really talked about your family at home, it wasn't fair to assume they weren't important to you, or to make you feel like you had to choose between one family and the other- if you felt the same way about him, or other friends at least.

His guilt faded as soon as he felt your cool hand against his cheek, a smile on your face despite the tears in your eyes. His tail started wagging a mile a minute as your choice became clear, that you saw him the same way.

Octavinelle

Azul

He was grateful you had come to talk to him in his office. It was much easier to keep his composure between the two of you, though you didn't miss the way his expression darkened for a moment immediately after hearing the news.

You watched curiously as Azul fished a document out from his desk, raising it so as to hide his face as he began reading off of it.

"In the event that the Ramshackle prefect, (i.e Yuu), and any Ramshackle resident(s), excluding any ghosts, are to leave campus permanently before the year 20XX, this letter gives the recipient, (i.e Azul Ashengrotto, Owner of Mostro Lounge), permission to alter, upgrade, and otherwise renovate the Ramshackle dorm building in accordance with Sage Island's building and infrastructure laws and regulations in order to establish another restaurant on Night Raven College school grounds. Signed by Dire Crowley, Headmage of Night Raven College."

You stood there in silent disbelief at the sheer audacity he had, though in the silence that followed, you swore you heard a shaky sigh coming from behind the parchment.

"This would be so much easier if you had just decided I wasn't worth forgiving the first time I attempted to take over your dorm." He groaned softly, now hiding his face in folded arms against his desk as the letter from the headmage drifted to the floor.

"Oh so it's my fault for being nice that you can't take over what's been my home since I've gotten here?" Azul shook his head, sitting up, but rubbing his face with his hand, still adamant on not showing you his real emotions on the matter, before sighing and looking down, his voice wavering.

"....it's your fault that I need you as badly as I do....it's your fault that I've come to look forward to your daily visits...it's your fault that I get up in the morning and look in the mirror, and instead of thinking about how vile I am I remember the things you've said to me that make me smile...it's your fault that there's no way I could take over Ramshackle now that the place has sentimental value to me, as ridiculous as it seems to me, the memories we made far outweigh the economic benefits, and it's your fault I think of it that way."

He refused to look up, even as the soft tap of your shoes on the floor approached his desk, taking a seat across from him.

"I can take the blame for all that...but know that you're at fault too...because it's all your fault...that I'm staying here."

Jade

You had found him in the greenhouse, attending his beloved mushrooms when you dropped the boot on him. He debated for a moment, whether it would be worth it to make you eat one, or to put you to sleep, or otherwise incapacitate you for a short amount of time to give himself more time to process and enforce one of many long term plans he had to keep you here. He mulled over the possibilities rather numbly... in a world where had been taught ruthlessness and that only the fittest would survive, you had been that small sliver of mercy he'd come to love and appreciate. He thought he had done a fairly good job showing you what you meant to him as well, with a constant influx of shiny rocks he found on hikes, or petrified wood, or otherwise sharing his interests and listening to yours. He had shown you that he understood what you had taught him to be a little more comfortable with - vulnerability. So why were you trying to tear him apart now? Was this just another cruel lesson in fate?

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he failed to realize how long silence sat in the air after your announcement. He only snapped back to reality as your hands wrapped around him, your face against the back of his lab coat as you shuddered and sobbed.

"Please, Jade, if I go I'm gonna miss you, don't ignore me right now....please just...at least acknowledge I'll be gone."

He pulled your hands away from him gently, initially causing you more distress until he pulled you close to him again, your chest pressed against his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. His hug was gentle, yet felt all-encompassing as he kept his voice low, as if he was afraid anyone else would hear, despite the two of you being the only ones around.

"I would miss you too. So if you must go, promise you'll spend one more day with me before you leave."

A relieved sob left you as you clung to him weakly.

"I can do you one better."

He smiled, rocking you gently side to side, glad that he wouldn't have to risk betraying your trust to keep you there with him.

Floyd

You caught him right after basketball practice, high on life from the endorphin rush he was on. You hated to potentially put a damper on his mood, but you needed him to know. However, he had just laughed off your announcement, trying to walk away from you.

"Floyd please, I need you to listen, I'm being serious."

Floyd stopped in his tracks, just sighing tiredly and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I know. Doesn't matter. You're not going anywhere."

"But the headmage finally-"

"NO!...Who gives a fuck what the headmage's done, he ain't done shit for you since you arrived, you worked your ass off, lived in a shitty little house, dealt with crazy magic users and barely got paid your worth! But through all that, y'stayed. Things are better now. Just...just stay 'nd enjoy it with the people who care 'bout'chya k? I ain't lettin' you go back until you've at least had a vacation, k? It's your turn to get a happy endin...and you can't lie to me and say that's back in whatever timeline you're from cuz....cuz you told me once that I make ya happy...." His expression had been manic and angry at first, but as his rant came to an end, he looked like he was close to tears.

You couldn't help and smile a tiny bit, moving to hug him, though he met you half way, and the two of you crumpled to the ground as he found ways to wrap around you that you didn't think were humanly possible...but it made you feel safe, secure as you nuzzled into him.

"Just stay ok...I'll talk to the headmage for ya...but don't leave me, ok?...I gotta see ya smile til your cheeks hurt one day."

Scarabia

Kalim

When you had let him know you were coming over, he had asked Jamil to set up a small platter for the two of you to share. At first, he had just whined a bit - why were you going back to Ramshackle so soon? You just got to his dorm, now you wanted to leave? You'd at least take some snacks with you, right?

You sighed a bit, before trying again.

"Kalim...the headmage...has found a way for me to go home home." There was a beat of silence between the two of you, before the boy became a sniveling mess across from you, quickly devolving into full blown bawling as he all but launched himself at you, hugging you around your waist as tears started to soak the fabric of your shirt. He was near incomprehensible, though the message was fairly clear in his sobbing that he wasn't ready to let you go, and he'd do anything to keep you with him.

Jamil

He was busy cooking in the kitchen, enjoying your company, though it was clear you had something on your mind. He didn't pry, but eventually it came out. He just kept working, glad that he had prepared for this day to come.

"Well if you want me to wish you well and see you off, then I suppose now's a good a time as any to say goodbye." He barely glanced over his shoulder, giving you a subtle nod. "Goodbye."

It stung more than you expected it to, but at least he had been decisive, and made it easier for you to walk away from everything. He watched as you got up from your seat and walked towards the door, looking rather sad. He sighed a bit, wiping his hands off on a cloth.

"Did you really think leaving was going to be that easy? You know too much about me. You're not going anywhere. Follow me."

The apparent switch up in attitude had you hopeful and curious as he led you to his room, unlocking the door, then unlocking a small drawer at his desk, pulling out papers, which at a glance, had your name on them.

"I figured since you've shut down any conversation of your personal life at home, the only reason you'd ever want to return would want to return there was because of the financial stability you may have had, and the idea of needing financial assistance was daunting or embarrassing, same with getting your citizenship and passport for Twisted Wonderland. But I've gone ahead and pulled a few strings and made deals with some of Kalim's aunties. Now....you've got a deed to a home once you graduate, you have health insurance, you have a citizenship from Scalding Sands, and a passport from Scalding Sands."

He stacked each wad of paper in your hands as he explained them, before looking rather smug and booping your nose.

"Of course, if you still plan to leave I could just hypnotize you."

Pomefiore

Vil

You had gone to him to his room, sat on his bed and just watched him paint his nails at his vanity. He could practically feel the anxiety radiating off of you, but he had the time, so he waited until you told him yourself rather than pressing you. He could hear the way your breath trembled, uneven gasps for air that you tried to keep under control as he just shook his head.

"Do I really need to tell you how all this is going to play out?" His icy violet eyes locked onto your startled ones in the mirror, as you tried to wipe any evidence of crying away from your face. You were confused, and conflicted, making Vil's face soften just the smallest bit as he redirected his gaze and attention to his nails.

"You tell me you want to go. As your friend, I'll support you in what would make you happiest, though I'm not going to tell you what would make you happiest, that's for you to decide. You'll go back to Ramshackle, start packing your things, still second guessing yourself. It won't be until you're in front of the mirror and the gravity of the situation hits you that there's no way for you to come back that you'll finally tell Crowley you'd like to stay..."

He finally turns around to look you face to face.

"So skip the song and dance, come to terms with the fact you'd like to stay, and I'll speak to the headmage on your behalf to inform him you'll be staying as long as you damn well please."

He had more conviction in both his expression and tone than you had heard before, and you certainly hadn't heard him cuss in any meaning of the word. It only took a moment longer of searching his expression to see the emotion behind the mask he was wearing was fear.

You couldn't help but sniffle and rub at your eyes a bit, nodding and laughing through your tears a bit.

"You're right. You always are. Thank you."

Visible relief, though subtle, was clear on Vil's face, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smile.

"Really now, did you think I was just going to let you walk out of my life like that? Absolutely not."

Rook

Rook had seen you leave the headmage's office looking incredibly upset, so moments later he fell into step beside you in silence. Without saying a word, the two of you headed in the direction of the woods, cutting through paths Rook had taught you to see until you reached a small clearing, a place Rook had shown you as his safe haven. The two of you had been laying silently on the grass, only broken by the sound of you beginning to cry as you confessed the reason you were upset.

He moved to hold you close immediately, letting you turn towards him as he gently rubbed your back and let you cry.

"Why are you letting this rest on you so heavily, mon trickster, when it's clear the thought of leaving is causing you so much distress...why would you want to go to the one place where I could not hope to follow you?"

He took your hand gently, placing it on his chest over his heart. "If you left, my heart may explode. You can feel it racing now....the thought of being without you may be too much for even me to handle...and you know I can take much more than I show." He bumped his head against yours lightly, not unlike a cat as he closed his eyes.

"Please...I can only handle so much heartache...stay where I can reach you..."

Epel

He ran into you quite literally, trying to make it back to Pomefiore after spell drive practice in time to avoid Vil's rant on punctuality. However, when he registered you were crying rather than laughing the impact off, he was worried he had hurt you more than he had gotten hurt himself, checking in on you anxiously until you let it spill.

His immediate reaction was like that of a toddler, a very determined expression as he just went "Nuh-uh."

It was enough to shock you out of both the pain you were in and to make you laugh a little incredulously, causing your tears to stop flowing for a moment.

"W...what?"

Epel's expression only deepened, though it was a little difficult to take him seriously.

"I said, nu-uh. You ain't goin' nowhere, not if I got anythin' t'say on the matter, y'hear? Your family's here, your friends are here an' the headmage can't do shit if y'up 'n' tell'm off for tryna send ya home just cuz it makes him feel better he finally kept a goddamn promise, no way, nu-uh, that ain't flyin' with me!" He huffed and grabbed your wrist gently.

"Now come on, you get to to be the one to tell Vil why I'm late."

Ignihyde

Idia

Usually, you would just sit in Idia's room, enjoying each other's company in silence as you did your own things. You had a keycard to his room, and he would get a chime in his headphones that let him know it was you coming in. To him, nothing was amiss as silence hung between the two of you for nearly two hours, though his headphone was slightly offset his ear in case you needed anything.

So when you all but whimpered "I can't do this anymore" his headphones all but flew off his head as he whirled around his chair to face you, confused and off put by your tone until you told him what was wrong.

He just paused, before a wide grin spread across his face, slightly manic.

"What you think I'd just let you leave? Just 'oh Idia, I can go home now so goodbye forever', you seriously think I'm going to let you walk away? You're my closest IRL friend, and I've....I've lost enough already, I'm not letting you make me loose again." He laughed, but it was pained as he pushed back his hair, trying to calm down and failing as he stood up and started pacing.

"You're....you can't be serious, right? You're just gonna leave? Did I do finally do something wrong? Wrong enough that you want to be sent to another timeline where I don't exist, where our friendship doesn't exist, like this was all for nothing?!" He stopped and looked at you, hurt and distressed, his voice shaky and small.

"....was it all for nothing?"

His intensity wasn't anything new, but it had never been directed at you specifically. The ends of his hair were flared up and tinted orange, but his expression was nothing but pleading until you burst into tears again, apologizing and promising you'd stay.

Ortho

He knew exactly why you'd been called into the headmage's office, and was waiting for you as you stepped out of the room, only to take your hand and drag you right back in, first, angry whirring leaving him, before he settled enough to say anything that you and the headmage could understand.

"How dare you! You can't make them feel like they don't have a choice, just because it gives you a sense of doing something right doesn't mean it is! You're gonna let them stay or I'm leaking the security cam footage of what you do in your office all day- then it'll really be confirmed that you're nothing but a useless pile of-"

"Ortho-"

His head whipped around at your warning tone, eyes wide. "What?....I was gonna say crap, not the other word."

You couldn't help the small chuckle that left you before Crowley spoke up.

"Now there's no need for all those threats Ortho-"

Ortho's attention whipped back to the headmage, and in the blink of an eye his face was directly in front of Dire's, uncomfortably close as two sets of slightly glowing yellow eyes focused on each other.

"Don't you even think about trying to send my sibling away again...or the security cam footage is going to be the least of your worries."

Diasomnia (sorry, Malleus and Lilia lovers this is the best I got rn)

Malleus

Nope. You've either read chapter 7, you're reading through chapter 7, or you will read chapter 7. Sorry, he's just as you'd expect him to be. (read as: I think writing this out will feel tedious and boring and I'll loose motivation in these last few characters because bro is the most predictable dude ever)

Lilia

It hadn't been difficult to find him - in fact, when you got to Ramshackle, he had helped himself to some rather questionable looking hot chocolate and was sitting on your couch, patting the space beside him, smiling a bit.

"From what I understand, you've got plenty to think about. They say all good things must come to an end, but if you're writing the story, why not add a few more chapters where you're happiest?"

Silver

You had found him napping under one of the trees on campus, surrounded by furry little friends as per usual. You made yourself at him, laying next to him with your head on his shoulder, just watching the slow rise and fall of his chest as you snuggled your friend for what felt like could be the last time. You weren't sure how much time had passed until a sharp inhale signaled he was waking up, snapping you out of your own dissociation. The familiar weight of you on his arm just made him give you a gentle squeeze as he woke up, softly greeting you, taking a moment to listen to his animal friends, then asking you what was wrong as he pulled you a little closer, turning towards you and placed his hand behind your head protectively.

Upon hearing what was bothering you, he shook his head a bit, and many of the critters that were around the two of you found ways to cuddle the both of you. With how much you were crying, it was only fair that they were concerned.

"Don't go home...clearly you're not happy...if the headmage is trying to force you to return home, tell him that you consider this world your home. Or Ramshackle...or Briar Valley...if you just say the word, I can ask fa- Lilia to start getting you a citizenship...then you'll not only be registered in Briar Valley...but we both know that Malleus would never let any of his citizens suffer either...and disobeying a direct order from fae royalty would put Crowley in a bad position." He hummed and pulled you a little closer. "Besides...without you, I'll only ever wake up to Sebek for the rest of my life...I adore him like a brother, but I admit I prefer your method of rousing me from slumber." It was subtle, but you could tell he tried to inject humour into his tone as he sighed deeply, but stayed tense until you gently played with his hair, tears starting to roll down your cheeks as you nodded and agreed - both to finding your place in this world permanently in Briar Valley...and as Silver's designated waker-upper.

Sebek

He had seen you while he was on his horse, excitedly riding over when he saw you wave, though as he got closer, your expression seemed less and less happy to see him. You wished he had waited until he was in front of you to ask what was wrong, but as you expected, as soon as he noticed something was amiss, his voice boomed across the field between the two of you, his poor horse startling some. It took him a moment to get control of his horse once more, before he managed to make it to you, hopping down and holding onto the reins tightly as he looked at you expectantly for an answer.

"WHAT DID THE HEADMAGE SAY TO YOU?!"

Both you and his poor horse flinched and startled, but Sebek scooped you up, mounting his horse easily with you in front of him, boxed in and secure in his arms as he was set and determined, heading towards the main school building, though when you looked back at his face, the trails of a few tears were clear on his cheeks.

"If the headmage's mind will not be changed, then we must inform Malleus. He will ensure you stay here with m- us. With us."

Extra (pretend you didn't say anything to him yet lol)

Grim

You had been sitting in Ramshackle for a while, the headmage's words eating away at you like acid, leaving you in a dissociative state on the couch. You were so out of it, so caught up in your feelings, that when Grim finally came home after messing around with some of the first years, you immediately felt your heart drop as he very gently, very concerned looking, put his paw on your arm, checking in on his favourite hench human.

"Y'look like you're gonna c- MYAH!" You couldn't help but pull the cat into your arms, your whole body curling around him as you cried softly into the bow on his back. He squirmed around, fighting to face you as he gently held your face in his paws, looking kinda mad. "Who made ya cry, huh?! Tell me and I'll light'em up! Nobody messes with my hench human!"

You couldn't help the half laugh, half sob that left you as you just gently bumped your head against Grim's.

"Nothing you have to worry about Grim...I'm just...um...I'm really glad to have you in my life." You offered him a small smile as he tilted his head, bumping you back softly as his tail swished curiously.

"I..I mean I am too, but that doesn't tell me why you're cryin'!" He rubbed his face against yours again, trying to dry your tears,

"The headmage was gonna try and send me home...but I'm not...I'm not going to do it." Grim looked shocked for a moment, before more aggressively snuggling against you, purring.

"Good...cuz even if you did go home, ya couldn't get rid of me that easily!...I'd come with you!"

You laughed softly, mostly in shock and shook your head. "There's no magic back home...or talking animals...I'm not sure that would be the best idea."

He looked sad for a moment, curling up in your hold more so you wouldn't see his face. "Yeah but...you're all I got...so anywhere you go, I'll go...no matter what.

-------------------------------------------------------- I hated this the longer I wrote it but it wasn't until I was like at Vil that I started to get unhappy so I decided to say fuck it and just stick to it anyways. Yes I've been procrastinating hw shut up. Love you.

[twistedwonderlandobsession]

Yuu: *Walking around Ignihyde cleaning*

Ortho: Why do you always do that?

Yuu: Do what?

Ortho: Come over just to clean...is it for idia?

Yuu: No...

Ortho: Then what?

Yuu:......For the internet....the cleaning is a excuse so no one approaches or asks questions...

[shinjisdone]

When You Have An Secret Admirer - And It's Not Them (Ignihyde; 6)

A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that ‘secret admirer’ - everyone wants to help you out…but have their own reason for it.

'Nobody really thinks anyone without any magic is or can be interesting, but I honestly thought you were the most fascinating person ever since I saw you...'

form of headcanons + scenario-ish

[note: reader is gender-neutral but mostly mentioned in 2. pov; a series of everyone you meet following you. headcanon will follow each char. own thoughts on the situation. mostly nervousness, slight jealousy & stubbornness]

Part 1: Heartslabyul

Part 2: Savanaclaw

Part 3: Octavinelle

Part 4: Scarabia

Part 5: Pomefiore

Part 7: Diasomnia

Alright, maybe staying in your room became too much.

Especially if you have love letters, hand-made school notes, flowers and now a flying mirror throwing you compliments all stuffed in your dusty Ramshakle room. The one place that is supposed to be a haven is now suffocating.

It's hard to digest this 'secret admirer'. All of this and all that they tell you is so flattering and so much. The majority of the students here are usually kind of pricks, like villains out of a fairytale book, so to have someone pour their heart out so unashamadly, even knocking Rook out of the park, is...shocking. Whenever they are brought up, it leaves you stumped.

You cannot deny the chaos they caused...after all these overblots, you thought the worst of the worst is over...but things at Night Raven College never seem to be still. You understand that others are upset and you don't want them to be upset...but what are you going to do? Find that admirer yourself so they can get their grande, over-the-top confession over with?

Idia Shroud

Fingers are vehemently and obsessively typing codes upon codes of the security doors - the new security doors that Idia just implemented.

AAAAAAA HE KNOWS HE IS NEXT

NO NO NO Idia is no fool. DO not take him for a FOOL! Each dorm was targeted and attacked one after another and he KNOWS he will be next!

He knows! He watched everything unfold online! Through the cameras! He counted the days on the calender! And well, he knows the majority from Ortho. The real MVP.

This is bad. BAD BAD BAD.

Some weirdo, self-proclaimed Chad Romeo is gonna barge into his dorm - or sabotage his scores - or destroy all his communication IRL - or GASP delete his steam library!

Whatever they may be, they are waaaaay over themselves! Going on some kind of Z like Zorro vengeance x romance anime genre and thinking they are the good guy.

Spoiler alert: If Idia and all he loves (his brother and his games) get hurt, YOU ARE NOT THE GOOD GUY!

Just let them give up on this weird escapade and have them confess already! Then he can be spared!

THEY BETTER GET THEMSELVES TOGETHER, OH SO ROMANITC SECRET ADMIRER, AND HAVE THEM CONFESS TO YOU ALREADY!!!!!111211!!

Oh. Wait.

That's actually not something Idia wants.

It was just a sudden brain blast idea. If the admirer just gets their confession, then surely Idia and his dorm will be spared (because he is sure he'll be next! I mean, the order is so??? obvious???) - but if they do confess...you might accept...

In fact, Idia doesn't want anyone to confess to you in the first place at all.

Not even himself!

Uh, n-n-n-not that...he wants to c-c-c-c-c-confess to you, or anything...

FML this is hard

He is sharpening up security left and right and imploring Ortho for some kind of advice on what to do. Idia is too panicked to make a decision.

The dormhead is certain he will at least get humiliated, his one weakness! If not, then surely something worse is going to happen...

Sure, he did awful things before and during his, er, overblot but ngl hasn't everyone? Why can't the admirer just skip him like an event?

Leave him alone and just focus on their goal...which is you.

The solution is right there - have the admirer confess to you already. Idia can even lend a hand with his tech-geek knowledge!

But it feels so wrong. The jealously and pettiness is eating him up, causing him to hesitate.

Idia is imagining what it would be like if you said 'yes' to a normie...and it just gives him more reasons to shut himself in.

The thought of failing to seize the moment leaves a black hole in his stomach...he's both scared, paranoid, jealous and upset.

He is just one click away from making a choice...and maybe he should try being risky for once...

Ortho Shroud

Very not against you having a secret admirer! Even when they are being very bold!

Even Ortho notes how unusually determined this admirer is. Isn't distance adoration supposed to be more delicate and...not happen so often? It's been almost a month and everybody's talking about the admirer and their anitcs! Not very "secretive" if you ask him.

It is none of his business...if it weren't for his dear big brother!

Ortho can see through him as if he were glass. It is beyond obvious on how he feels about you and your admirer. If only he wouldn't shut himself in so often and for such a long time, literally everyone could realize his deep feelings for you. And Ortho wants to do nothing but help his brother.

Hence he was so uncertain when Idia kept on asking him to tail the admirer - so far so that they were able to track them and find out who they are.

He keeps on tabs - while Idia keeps on fighting himself on what to do. It goes on and on in circles until someone decides on something.

The robot boy grows worried...and asks his brother to follow his heart rather his fear.

Well, this is strange.

Why on earth are there signs and trinkets wanting to lead you to a path as if you were lost? What is this, Hensel and Gretel?

You'd have long chucked it up as a bad attempt as a joke but all the signs were actually...holograms hovering near the walls. Only nerds or Ignihyde students would be smart enough to be able to create such things but they are also too chill to even think up any jokes. Besides, the path seems to lead to the spring, a public space. Why should anyone want to lead anyone to a usually crowded place such as that?

Peculiar that only you are here to see the holograms, too.

Certainly nothing too outrageous would happen and you'd make sure to keep your distance as you made your way there. In fact, once you came close enough (by hiding behind a pillar, you aren't taking your chances) you could make out a lone figure sitting on the spring. They seemed to hold something rather big in their hands...

This...couldn't be it, could it? The destination is a person?

You cautiously approach...only for a blue light to blind you.

Ortho Shroud

You winced as you took a few steps back, hissing like a cat.

The light dimmed down siginificantly and a figure was a bit too close for your liking.

"So sorry, Prefect!"

You blink and your vision cleared. It was Ortho!

You ask him about what he's doing here and the many holograms around. He avoids each question, pointing out how there are no holograms, what are you talking about?

He didn't almost barge into you, he was practicing bis new, updated gear! What are you talking about?

And no, you did not hear a yelp. What are you talking about?

You lean to the side, peeking to the left of the robot boy. He still tries to get your attention on him.

The silhouette is gone...

Idia Shroud

Oh god WHAT HAS HE DONE?

The good thing...? The right call...?

How is he supposed to know? Panicking while typing away and suddenly gritting his teeth and cancelling all of this!

Cancel! Cancel, cancel, cancel!

Just a moment ago he was so diligently planning everything...the signs, the locations, making sure there would be no one but you two...

No one but you two...

Just you two at the spring...three special words and Idia would no longer have to cower in anguish...

He sucked in a cold breath, as if his entire room was a hallway of death.

"Aaahhugh, damn it!"

Keyboards are swept aside as his hands bash against the screen in attempts to open up another tab.

"Screw this make-believe date! Screw this confession trope! It never works anyway and you always have to wait for the next episode ONLY FOR SOMEONE TO INTERRUPT IT ALL AND THAT CHARACTER WILL BE ME!"

Fingers aggressively tap on one word over and over again. Cancel.

"I'm nothing much but I'm not gonna be so STUPID to HELP MY RIVAL get the MC! That's self-sabotage and wallowing in pity times 100! No, 'secret admireeeeer', you will NOT get with the Prefect and maybe I will not but some overconfident, extroverted romantic-schmantic romeo is definitely NOT gonna be THE CHOSEN ONE!!!"

Idia keeps on tapping and prattling. Cancel. Cancel. Cancel.

Alas, the panic in his voice moprhed to petty anger.

He knows who they are, which dorm they are from. If anything were to happen to him or Ortho, at least he got some info...

Giddy over the advantage, the dormleader barely noticed that he was on speaker...

A message was quickly sent to him and he stops, gulping down his fear.

Ignihyde might not be spared as he wanted it to be but for once Idia followed his stupid, foolish, love-struck heart...and he feels a bit less immediate regret than usual.

[yeaaaaa Ignihyde wasnt much, there is only...1 person honestly. Ortho is like...middle schooler weenie-hut junior edition he gets no say in anything regarding love. He only loves his brother! Does anything for his big bro (>‿♥) Idia is such a shut-in that you cannot put him in many scenarios anyway...but i like the thought of him freaking out :) ]

[apompkwrites]

the robotic shroud || idia shroud

masterlist characters: idia & ortho (platonic) genre: angst contains: pov switches, once again probably ooc idia summary: now that his sibling was dead in his hands, idia had to face the cruel reality that he now had two dead siblings. notes: woohoo here to celebrate my new blog photos that i changed to the shroud brothers <33 parts: [og post] | [previous] | [next]

idia couldn't help but scoop (name)'s body into his shaking arms. maybe it was the small amount of big brother instinct still in his system, but he couldn't help but hold them.

"idia, this is your little sibling," his parents explained, his mother's voice tired and soft. "take good care of them, okay?"

"okay..." idia breathed out his answer, holding the sleeping baby close to his chest.

some promise that was.

"i didn't know there was another me here!" ortho suddenly gasped, having followed idia down to the cell.

"...another you?" idia muttered under his breath. he turned, (name)'s body still cradled in his arms, to look back over at ortho, who was now floating in front of...

well, ortho.

staring at the robot, identified as ortho shroud by your system, in front of you was... interesting, to say the least. he stared back at you with wide eyes that almost seemed to sparkle like stars. the lower half of his face was similar to yours, albeit a lot cleaner.

from what you could feel, the lower half of your face was seemingly tossed together as if it were an afterthought. much like the rest of your limbs, it was glued together with blot, but it was noticeably messier than your body. blot dripped from the gaps in between your face, falling to the ground into little puddles.

the robot in front of you seemed to be properly built, complete with a significant lack of blot holding him together.

"i didn't know there was another prototype of myself, brother," the robot seemed to grin, looking over at idia shroud. he stood with your creator in his arms, staring at you with wide eyes, ones that didn't sparkle like ortho's did.

"there... there isn't," he muttered, a little gasp escaping his lips when his eyes wandered to the screen beside you. "no... no, you didn't..."

you glanced back over at the screen containing his blueprints, the erasure paused at 75 percent. a few remnants of the blueprints remained, most notably the notes containing the innermost parts of your body.

idia shuffled closer to you, his eyes still trained on the remaining blueprints. he didn't push you away, surprisingly. instead, he stood beside you, reading over the notes still on the screen.

"(name)," he called out to you, turning to face you with horror in his eyes. "but... you look like..."

"oh, i can explain that!" you chirped, immediately turning to face both ortho and idia. "see, my creator isn't very good at designs. and since they had limited supplies to start with--"

"they made you look like ortho," idia heaves, his stomach practically dropping to his feet.

"exactly!" you beamed, the blot dripping faster from your face. "my creator is proficient in spiritual and biological studies, but not so much technological."

"spiritual... biological..." idia echoes your words before his head whips back towards your creator's desk. still cradling their body, this time with one arm, he sorts through the various papers and equipment on the table.

"please be careful!" you pleaded, catching a few vials and jars that began to fall from idia's search.

"their research," idia huffed, adjusting his hold on your creator's body. "they had to have done research to make... you, right? where is it?"

"ah, i'm afraid they've been destroyed," you explained, unbothered by the horror that formed on idia's face. "that was part of my first objective, after all!"

idia felt sick. so sick that he barely even registered the rest of what (name)'s rendition of ortho had to say. it was as if all of the blot that his family's organization had been accumulating was transferred to him all at once.

no, there was no way. there was no way that their story ended here. this couldn't be it...

"what do you mean they've been destroyed?" idia mutters.

"well, the blot creatures ate them!" the horrid creation answered. and that answer seemed to be the last straw for idia.

he couldn't do anything except cradle his precious little sibling close in his arms.

was his life just a neverending nightmare, now? first, he lost his youngest brother and had to recreate him with his own two hands. then, he lost his younger sibling, faced with the horrid creation that would now become their legacy.

were they lonely in their final moments? what possessed them to do this? what made them research whatever they did and destroy it when their creation woke up?

idia couldn't help but wonder about all the branching paths in his life.

and why was his life set on the worst possible one?

ortho and ortho(?) stared at each other for a moment. it was surreal, at least for ortho it was. he wasn't entirely sure if it was as surreal for ortho(?) as it was for him, though.

he's always been so fascinated with this world, having been confined to S.T.Y.X. and nowhere else. sure, he knows about the outside world and most of its intricacies because of his access to both the security cameras and the internet, but he's never experienced it before.

but this experience, he was sure, would be the most important one in his memory bank.

he was sure idia viewed this creation as an abomination, what with his groveling and sobbing a few feet away as he cradle a body close to his chest. but ortho... there was a morbid fascination with his doppelganger, a curiosity about its entire existence.

it dripped with blot, the black substance hidden beneath its mechanical parts like super glue. the ball joints that made up its elbows and knees were janky at best, one pair a bit too big, preventing fully fluid movement in the legs, and the other a bit too small, allowing for an impossibly wide range of motion that would eventually cause their arms to fall off.

but what caught ortho's eye the most was the fact that the fire flickering from their chest as too big for its body. it was as if the flame was trying to escape the confines of the socket, flickering brightly and harshly.

it was as if the body was not a proper vessel for its soul.

ortho felt a strange... tug in his soul as well, though. it was as if there was something connecting their fires together, a familiar bond he only shared with idia, or so he thought.

as if running on autopilot, ortho reached out to his doppelganger.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Rook, Ortho: Princess Power

BRUH 💀 Go figure, giving the guy obsessed with beauty two of the least flattering screenshots in his background frames… But hey, his groovy is very different from everyone else’s so far! ^^ Very relaxed and peaceful.

Cbjssbjsjskendb new tidbits about pre-Pomefiore Rook?? He used to cut his own hair with a knife and focused on keeping his bangs out of his line of sight… and he wasn’t as confident about his style (mood). It’s also interesting to know that he started doing ballet on Vil’s recommendation, and that has helped a lot with his posture, working out muscles he doesn’t normally use, and appreciating the art of performances. We love Pomefiore out here breaking gender norms 👊

A Tale as Old as Time.

Rook drew out a longing sigh, gently easing into the quiet of the museum. The soft sound lingered, coiling around his fingers like thread from a spool. It, too, did not wish to part ways with the stunning beauty laid out bare before it.

A fair maiden was framed in shining platinum. Hair black as ebony, lips as red as the rose, and skin as white as snow... Truly, she was the fairest in all the land.

Her graceful frame was folded, kneeling on the forest floor to greet the woodland creatures that had gathered. The pale yellow skirt of her gown spilled out, blue bodice and puff sleeves fitted well by her figure. Her face round and gentle, in spite of the high collar encircling it, crowed by a petite red bow.

Here was pure innocence, a young girl reveling in nature.

“Beauté,” he marveled—to no one in particular, but such beauty warranted verbal acknowledgement.

“It seems that this painting has captured your interest, Rook Hunt-san!” a voice chirped. A neon blue light emanated from the darkness, accompanied by the silver flash of metal.

“Bonjour!” Rook greeted Ortho. "I must confess, I have been enchanted by this particular work of art! The brush strokes, masterful! The composition, immaculate!! The subject—oh, how it makes my heart quiver with nostalgia!! I am a man close to being moved to tears!!”

Ortho curiously glanced at the girl and her animal friends. No strong emotions arose within up from him. Perhaps he did not feel as much, or perhaps Rook felt too much. “Is there a sentimental experience or memory you have related to this painting…?”

“Oui! It is a tale as old as time.” Rook gestured to the snow white young lady. “They say that this maiden was a princess forced to flee from her home country, as a hostile presence threatened her life. She retreated into the woods and found comfort in a humble life there. Her tenacity is most admirable!!”

“Tenacity… That’s the value that Pomefiore was founded on!” Ortho, floating overhead, beamed at Rook. “I understand why you would like that story. It has a good moral that sticks with you.”

“That is the beauty of telling tales! They inspire those who hear of it, ensuring that the spirit of the story is never truly extinguished.” The huntsman’s eyes held a keep glint to them. “Tell me, Ortho-kun. What do you believe makes a princess?”

The boy blinked. A split second, and he had already input the term into an internal search engine, the formal definition loaded up to recite.

“Prin-cess, noun. The daughter of a monarch or wife to a prince. A woman having sovereign power.”

“An efficient, succinct answer!” Rook applauded, his cheer never faltering. “However, my desire is to know your interpretation. In Ortho-kun’s own words, what makes a princess?”

“My own…?” The words stretched, unsure, on his tongue. Ortho hesitated—seeking, processing, and analyzing. Rook’s heartbeat sounded where there was the space for the boy to think.

Then, finally, Ortho spoke.

“From what I’ve observed in movies and books, the princess is a pop culture icon. She’s usually presented as a role model for little girls. Someone who is beautiful, dainty, and composed, wearing a pretty dress and a glittering crown."

A pause. Ortho assessed Rook’s hard-to-read, bright expression.

“… Is that closer to the response you were looking for, Rook Hunt-san?” he asked.

To this, the third year’s lips quirked. “There is no correct or incorrect answer! I was curious to see your perspective. Everyone holds one that differs, lenses of all designs and colors with which to see the world through! You have my most heartfelt thanks for sharing your view with me.”

"Oh, I see! You're collecting data from a variety of sources to compare to a standard." The android (literally) lit up from within. "Let me ask the same back! Rook Hunt-san, what do you think makes a princess?"

"Mon dieu! You've set my own trap upon me," Rook teased.

The Beautiful Queen, the Fair Maiden, Vil, his peers... So many fragments of beauty in his collection. Plucked, collected, hoarded.

He ran a finger along his chin, contemplating. The thoughts assembled like a collage. Ideas taken, cut up, and pasted together into a new, glorious artwork.

"A princess can be many things," Rook declared with certainty. "They are a princess to their very core, even when their power is stripped from them or they are dressed in only ashes and rags. What defines them is not royal heritage or political influence, but the strength of their character, their values and virtues. They are not bound by a singular trait, but are aspirations to all in their own ways."

Ortho's eyes swelled. "Eh...? That's so broad! By your definition, anyone could be a princess—even you or I!”

The huntsman threw his head back and laughed. "Broad it may be, but I am of the opinion that we all have it in us to live up to the title~”

He indicated the woman in the platinum frame. Ortho’s gaze obediently followed. "Even without a kingdom to call her own, she remained kind-hearted rather than turn to cruelty. That is why she was, and always will be, a noble soul. A princess who puts out good into the world.”

“Rook Hunt-san…”

“Ortho-kun!” Rook dramatically extended an arm to him. He was practically sparkling in the dim room. “I, too, endeavor to put out as much beauty as what is gifted to me! That is my one true calling as the Hunter of Love: to not only seek out beauty, but to cultivate and to contribute to it!”

Ortho silently stared. Nii-san did warn me that Rook Hunt-san could be eccentric, but… maybe there’s some meaning to be found in it.

Cutting through the numbers and the formulas that governed him was a fuzzy warmth. Not the familiar jolt of electricity that powered his circuits. It was too wild, too unpredictable.

Something undeniably human.

Ortho let out a giggle. "Hehe. Then you must be a princess too!"

Rook's mouth formed a small "o". Unsubtle surprise—or perhaps purposefully exaggerated. "Me? Whatever makes you think that?"

"Strength of character!" Ortho parroted mischievously. "I've never met someone as uplifting as you are. Rook Hunt-san is the type of person that sees a princess in everyone."

The boy lowered himself to a few centimeters off of the ground, pretending to dip into a curtsey. "Your majesty!"

"Fufufu. You're quite charming yourself, Princess Ortho-kun!" Rook bent into a deep bow. "Most clever in all the land, computing complex problems in the blink of an eye!”

Upon straightening, the third year laid both hands over his heart. He lifted his head toward the painting of the fair maiden in the forest. A serene smile at his lips.

It was as if he was pledging his allegiance, making a vow. A worshipper at the altar to pray.

“May we all live happily ever after,” Rook whispered raptly, “like the princesses of old.”

Forever and ever.

[twisted-wonderland-scenarios]

Would you be willing to write a wholesome scenario about the Tsums from tsumderland all really liking the ramshackle prefect? For instance, the Tsum vanishes and it reappears in the prefects pocket, bouncing on their head, or sitting on their shoulder. The Tsums could also sneak away to sleep on top of the prefect, or get bites of food from them. You can do as many or as few Tsums as you want :)

{Oh my goodness thank you so much for being my first lovely request! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. This was super fun to write!}

Riddle Roseheart: Riddle and several other people from the Heartslabyul Dorm were searching for his tsum, due to the fact his tsum just disappeared so suddenly. However as they were searching for Riddle's tsum Riddle finds his tsum but he wasn't alone. Riddle's tsum was sitting on your shoulder while you were sitting under a shady tree reading a book. Riddle rushed over and apologized to you for his tsum, but you reassure him that his tsum didn't do anything wrong. Though when Riddle tried to take his tsum back to Heartslabyul but his tsum had other plans. Every time Riddle tried to get his tsum it would disappear and reappear someplace else by you. Though after a few tries you suggested you go to Heartslabyul Dorm with Riddle and his tsum. This made Riddle's tsum very happy especially since Riddle decided that would be a better option than having another chase with his tsum. So you, Riddle, and his tsum hang out at the Heartslabyul Dorm for the rest of the day.

Jack Howl: Jack looked away for one second and just like that his tsum disappeared. Though he didn't have to much issue following his tsum's scent what he didn't expect was to see you laughing as his tsum was jumping around you. Based on you wearing your PE uniform you were most likely working out to which probably explained why Jack's tsum came to you. Jack ran over to where you and his tsum were at and he apologized if his tsum interrupted your work out session. You told him it was alright as you were taking a breather from working out when Jack's tsum appeared next to you. Jack was about to try and get his tsum to head back to the Savanaclaw Dormitory when his tsum kept running around you avoiding him. It seems like Jack's tsum wanted to stay with you. Jack let's out a small annoyed growl at how his tsum wasn't listening to him. But then you suggested maybe that all three of you can just work out together so that way Jack can work out, his tsum can stay by you and you can continue with your work out. Jack agrees to it but reminds you and his tsum to give it everything you got before you all started working out together.

Floyd Leech: Floyd was just holding onto his tsum but when he loosened his grip ever so slightly his tsum ran off. So Floyd had to search for his tsum for a while, but when he searched the courtyard he saw that not just you asleep under a apple tree but his tsum sleeping in your lap. Sure he was happy to see his shrimpy and finding his tsum but when he tried to get his tsum off your lap that was a issue. Floyd's tsum was squeezing your hand to which woke you up and you looked confused for a moment seeing Floyd trying to pull his tsum off your hand. You laughed slightly as you saw the situation in front of you happen. But then Floyd gets bored of trying to get his tsum off you so he went with plan b. What was plan b you ask why to take a nap under the shady tree you and his tsum are with you. So now you were enjoying a peaceful afternoon with Floyd and his tsum self.

Kalim Al-Asim: Well Kalim and Jamil were currently rushing around Night Raven College. The reason was because Kalim's tsum suddenly disappeared and they were trying to catch Kalim's tsum. It wasn't until they were near the Ramshackle Dorm where they heard music being played. They walked over and they see you were practicing a dance while Kalim's tsum seemed to be dancing with you. You saw Kalim and Jamil approach you and Kalim's tsum, to which you said hello to them as you paused your music on your phone. Kalim and Jamil did said hello to you though they apologized if Kalim's tsum was bugging you. To which you explained that Kalim's tsum did nothing wrong. Though when Kalim tried to get his tsum it suddenly jumps onto your head. You were a bit surprised by Kalim's tsum suddenly being on your head, but ebd up laughing about it a bit as they tried to get Kalim's tsum to get off your head. You decided to offer an idea where you just hang out at the Scarabia Dorm to help keep Kalim's tsum from running off. To which Kalim loved the idea, and Jamil most likely was okay with it because it will be less hassle if you were at the Scarabia Dorm with Kalim's tsum. So you enjoyed your day dancing with Kalim, Jamil, and Kalim's tsum at the Scarabia Dorm.

Rook Hunt: Rook saw his tsum was heading somewhere and decided to follow his tsum. As he continued to follow his tsum's trail and before he knows it finds his tsum in front of you. You were currently sitting on a bench in the courtyard scrolling through your phone, when you saw Rook's tsum in front of you. You were a bit confused at first with what Rook's tsum was doing but then realized he must be interested in observing you. That was until Rook's tsum decided to jump onto your lap and shrink down to fit into your school uniform jacket pocket. Rook decided to finally walk over and was chatting with you while his tsum stayed in your pocket still observing you and Rook chatting. However when you tried to leave and hand tsum Rook over to Rook that's when things got tricky. Rook's tsum kept trying to stay as close as he could to you. So after a few attempts you just decided to hang out with Rook and his tsum for the rest of the day. You did find it funny that Rook's tsum was so interested in you as you figured he would be more interested in Vil.

Ortho Shroud: You were just relaxing in front of the Ramshackle Dorm when you suddenly see something blue start flying around you very fast. Once it slowed down you saw it was Ortho's tsum but you were surprised as you thought his tsum couldn't fly at first. Soon enough Ortho did show up as he was searching for his tsum for a while, so when he got to the Ramshackle Dorm and saw you and his tsum he explained that Idia made him something to help his tsum be able to fly. Turns out when it was ready to be tested out Ortho's tsum decided to try and find you and was very happy to see you. Even though you couldn't fly you, Ortho, and Ortho's tsum still spent the day together as Ortho's tsum didn't want to leave you and since you all weren't busy you figured why not hang out.

Lilia Vanrouge: You were just enjoying your lunch in the cafeteria, when suddenly you feel something soft land on your head to which startled you a bit. You look and see that it was Lilia's tsum that had landed on your head. You let out a small chuckle as Lilia's tsum stayed on your shoulder while you were eating. A few minutes later you see Lilia enter the cafeteria looking around until he spotted you with his tsum on your shoulder. Once he came over you explained that his tsum decided to spook you while you were eating. To which Lilia laughed at that as you did also while his tsum looked very proud about it. Though as you two chatted about random topics you soon finished your lunch and was about to leave. Lilia's tsum didn't seem like he wanted you to leave so he kept moving in front of you trying to stop you from leaving the cafeteria. So you, Lilia, and his tsum decide to spend the rest of the day pranking other students. So at least it was a fun day for you three.

[italoniponic]

just three big badass brothers

and their younger cute siblings that are just rays of sunshine

I made a similar post to this before, I just wanted to try with a new concept in mind (the big bros with goofy expressions and the lil siblings being all power). Happy siblings day from a only-child :)

[cursedcola]

Synopsis: After attending NRC, our beloved characters suddenly find themselves transported to your world! The thing is, they have no idea where you are and have to make a life for themselves in the meantime. How would they adapt to life on earth? Characters: Everyone! Mix of Sentient AU! and Modern AU! Warnings: None lol. This is for my own enjoyment. Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia You are here!: Ignihyde

Note: Spoilers for Idia’s background.

Nothing could have prepared the students of NRC for what lied beyond the mirror. A world unlike any of them ever known with magic being virtually non-existent ( or so it appears to the general public). With nothing but the clothes on their backs, falsified basic identification, personal items, and the small bits of knowledge gathered from your vessel Yuu; these young adults have one mission-find the player and stay out of prison. It was time to split up, cover as much ground as possible, and make a life in this unknown world.

Let us see how these fresh minds conform to life on earth, yes?

Ignihyde Residence: Greece!

(I have an obvious bias for this as it is my heritage. No, I don't feel bad about it)

Idia Shroud

Residence: Lipsi, Greece

Owns multiple small properties across the Greek islands. He has a preference for the locations with less tourism and more agricultural life.

Hence why his favorite place to stay is in Lipsi. A small island where at most he has the comfort of seeing the same faces every week when grabbing groceries. His diet has also improved immensely from all the locally produced goods. Well, disregarding all the junk food he sources on his own.

On the island, Idia owns a small "farmhouse" that he built himself. To the average person, it blends in perfectly with the rest of the local homes. He's buried himself deep into the island as well, so his home cannot be found by tourists. No, you physically have to go looking for it.

The outside has the traditional blue and white exterior, but inside? Decked out with the most advanced technological gear. Do NOT underestimate this man's ability to get what he needs. He has his own WIFI service up and running. Everything from the Heating/Cooling system to the stairs that automatically fold inward (to save space) were built and programmed by him. Even his trashcan!

Secluded Island? Check. Best tech? Check. Ortho is happy? Checkaroo. Idia has everything he needs to survive happily.

His house is not the tidiest though. It's not like anyone ever visits him, but still. What if you appear at his door one day? Sucks to suck, because you will be walking over so much sand that he has dragged in yet not cleaned. Also energy drinks, clothes, etc. It's horrible. One time one of the local Yiayia's came to deliver him some baked bread and spanokopita. He nearly had a heart attack when she saw the hovel known as his home and started to lecture him as if he was her own grandson

Something he learned to deal with over time. Ortho was not kidding when he said that Greece values community

Idia wasn't on board with going to Greece in the beginning. Heat? Beaches? Community? Pah. Why couldn't he be placed somewhere more westernized, where he could hide away in a high-rise building somewhere and never come out. If anyone should be surrounded by saltwater it should be the Octavinelle trio - not him!

Which...is exactly why Idia was sent to Greece. Ortho thought this would be the perfect opportunity for his big brother to get out of his shell, and the internet shows that countries in the Mediterranean are highly community oriented! Idia wouldn't be caught dead dancing zorba at a festival or having wine with the local theos and theas as they gossip. But? Perhaps seeing him do his work on the terrace while sipping frappe isn't far out of reach?

Occupation: Software Developer

There is another reason Idia agreed to go to Greece. Out of everyone, he is the best suited to do remote work. The nitty gritty of trying to use technology to locate you. Things that could get him put in jail if caught for privacy violations and data theft. To do this he needs absolute privacy.

He tries to make things quick and track the phone you used to play Twisted Wonderland with. Sadly, life is not that easy and your data is unreachable. Almost like some unspoken force (me. the one writing this) is keeping him from reaching his goal for the sake of their entertainment

There is also the matter of his and Ortho's...'special' features. Crowded places likely will not accept someone with flames for hair. Even if he passes it off as cosplay, what if something is set on fire? Or an idiot tries to touch his hair thinking it is fake? He could be denied access to facilities in highly populated places from the risk. It simply isn't worth it. Not when he can go somewhere tucked away and still be helpful.

Idia blows all tech gurus on earth away. He becomes one of the most sought after hackers, and no one is able to trace his location. To make a living, he only does short-term contract work. He only communicates through warped audio and no one knows of his identity. In all honesty, he becomes filthy rich from the amount of employers throwing contracts at him despite his strict terms. The hush-hush market is strong with this one.

When he first moved into his "farmhouse," he planned on doing his job and never socializing. Food can be ordered in bulk online, and he could pay off one of the locals to leave the packages at his doorstep. He wanted Ortho to stay home with him as well, since the chances of villagers running away and screaming in terror were high. Then the island church would likely get involved and y'know...evil demons yada yada yada because they have pointy teeth and can use their hair to roast a lamb. He watched The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Froyo man convinced him that everyone is close minded.

This does not work out. At all. Unfortunately, people become curious about the new residents that never seem to leave their secluded house to greet their neighbors. It's unheard of! Then they begin to talk, the local children grow curious, and Ortho gets spotted while he's tending to the goat he insisted on keeping as a pet

Surprisingly, they aren't outcasted. The people just view their hair as a weird costume, and label the brothers as interesting foreigners. It's the 21st century, and it takes more than that to frighten someone here. Not the worst outcome? And now they can go walk around the outdoor shops (I.E Ortho drags Idia)

Idia doesn't know when it exactly happened, but he became the island's handy man. It might have been when he installed security cameras for one of the local shops? Anyways, he is always getting requests and accepting them since Ortho insists on being a good neighbor. Yadayada ‘they welcomed us with open arms’ yadayada ‘we have to play nice’ yadayada

Deep down, Idia has begun to like this way of life. He gets is peace, and the people aren't too bad. He becomes a favorite of the elders and is always being sent home with baskets of food whenever he steps into town. It's nice...in moderation

He still dresses very conservatively despite the hot weather, which normally earns him a resounding "what's the matter with you? are you crazy?". He has a large collection of turtle necks, gaming t-shirts, blue jeans, and a singular pair of worn out sneakers. On rare occasions he'll swap the sneakers for sandals (like Birkenstocks) , but that's only if Ortho drags him to walk the coast at night. One of the blacksmiths in the area welds him a metal hairband; which is concerning because don't they think his hair is a costume? He uses it regardless and occasionally ties his hair back.

While living in your world, he takes the opportunity to play all the games you might have experienced growing up. He sources all of the retro systems in attempt to try things that aren't similar to what he sees back in Twisted Wonderland. At one point he notices Ortho start to invite his new friends over. He actually doesn't mind since his brother is beginning to adjust to this new way of living, and he has an entire collection of consoles, board games, etc for them to choose from when hanging out in his home.

It’s easy being in your world. Magicless. It’s boring, but with no magical energy to eat at then his curse is essentially null. Believe it, he has spent so many nights trying to use his magestone with out any luck. Everyone here is equal (at least in being human y’know. No one can fly on a broom) - a normie. He is a normie.

And it’s not as bad as he thought it would be. It’s dull but no one has expectations of him. He can do whatever he wants whenever he wants.

He wonders if things could have different if he was born here. If Ortho…yeah. It’s better that he doesn’t let the thoughts linger or else jealousy might overcome his need to see you. What matters is that his brother has never looked happier than on earth. It’s almost like the boy has found his own family and place (sparking another tinge of jealousy in his older brother)

Over time he becomes less desperate to get off the “forsaken saltwater hell,” and instead hopes that you might be open to letting himself and Ortho stay on earth. With you. As a family.

But not like one of those sickeningly cringeworthy families he’s been forced to see in those telenovas all the yiayia’s watch. Seriously. He is tired of fixing their TVs and getting yelled at if he isn’t on time for their show’s slot on cable

[vxiphoid]

JUBILANT ANTHEMS

❨ summary ❩ twst › dorms playing apples to apples together (ft. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, ignihyde)

tags ✧ no reader but we’ll just say they’re spectating, initials after dialogue so you know who’s talking, family bonding time lmao, they literally fight like siblings, cursing, crack, ooc (?)

amanuensis’ message ⊹ im PRAYING yall know how to play apples to apples bc i did not explain anything… (INSTRUCTIONS, skip if you already know) basically the judge would pick up a green card and pick a word. the other players (except the judge) use one of their red apple cards that is best suited for the word and place the card face down on the table. the judge shuffles the played cards and then picks one and whoever played the red card that the judge picked, gets the green card the judge picked. first to 5 wins! i confused myself trying to make this, goodnight💀

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♫ heart racing - kanii, roivaz, & nimstarr

twst masterlist

HEARTSLABYUL

cater is the oldest, he starts first!

cater’s word choice: chewy.

CATER’S MINDSET

╰┈➤ if were being honest, he didn’t know what word to choose, so he went with the most weirdest one on his green card. you gotta keep it interesting somehow… had a good laugh from everyones expression when he chose his word though.

┏━━━━━━ ━ ─ ╴⋯ ⟢

TREY

best poker face, he’s always smiling. trey and ace almost slapped each others hands trying to place down their cards first. it was a silent duel between the two but for sure nothing is more superior than his card. he was sure to win, just two more points.

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RIDDLE

gave cater the most HARDEST side eye at his word choice and got a pure smile back. he had the perfect card for the other word on the green card that would’ve flawlessly given him a point but nooo cater had to pick chewy >:(. riddle has no cards to fit this description so he is petty!!!

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DEUCE

clueless. he knows what he’s doing to an extent but this word leaves him stumped, had to look at the synonyms on the green card more than once. otherwise, clueless. it seems like riddle is a little irritated by his cards so deuce is happy he’s not the only one struggling. he is the last to place down his card after his long, thorough decision making.

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ACE

THE FIRST TO SLAP DOWN A CARD, YOU COULD HEAR THE CLAP ECHO. like he’s been waiting for this since 1985 or something, he’s giddy with excitement. with his whole being, he knows this point is his. what do you think of that TREY?

cater has shuffled the red cards, who got the point?!

CATER’S CHOICE

╰┈➤ “oxygen, mold… ew. vampires??? who the hell picked toes??? you win💀”

it was deuce’s card. he politely took it and placed it in his score deck, determined for the next round. see, cater went with the most funniest since none of these went with the topic at all, but he never expected deuce to be the one to put it down. trey or ace maybe but never deuce😭. deuce received owlish stares for a few moments, trey wasn’t even smiling anymore😦. it wouldn’t have bothered them if it wasn’t for the fact that deuce had been racking up points for the last SEVEN ROUNDS. the others had their points but just how many did deuce have…

“deuce, do you chew toes? •_•꧞” — a.t

“no? that was the only card that was the best one, unless you wanted me to put down keanu reeves..” — d.s

“john wick?” — c.d

“just how many green cards do you have, deuce?” — t.c

“seven.” — d.s

“you’re kidding. deuce had already won TWO rounds ago????>:[“ — r.r

everyone was so caught up in their own little rivalry, no one noticed that deuce had already earned over 5 points😭

“why didn’t you say anything man?!” — a.t

“i’ve never played before, i didn’t know the limit was five!” — d.s

“you’ve never played!?” — c.d

“damn, we’ve been beaten by an amateur..” — t.c

“quiet, all of you!” — r.r

SAVANACLAW + IGNIHYDE

ortho’s the youngest, he’s up!

ortho’s word choice: inspirational.

ORTHO’S MINDSET

╰┈➤ only chose this because the other word was ugly and ruggie would most likely make a mean comment. ortho’s also glad it was his turn and nobody else got the card, it would’ve started chaos. honestly, jack looks like he might combust, its concerning… half of the answers weren’t sticking to the topic but he can admit, they were actually really funny

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LEONA

you kidding? half of the time he barely knows what happening just like he’s half asleep. ruggie has to keep reminding his ass to pick up cards. however, the only thing keeping him partly awake is idia’s little remarks every time ortho picks leona’s card over idia’s. fiery bastard.

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IDIA

stupid leona and his stupid smart cards. he bet thawmarks on who wins this match; if ortho or himself win, 3000 tm for idia. if jack or ruggie win that’s 3000 tm for leona. hell, he even found himself slightly warming the corners of his red cards so ortho knows who’s it is. this point is idia’s.

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RUGGIE

more laid back about the game lowk, he helps jack from time to time, basically the baby sitter. also has to watch his potty mouth or idia will be on his ass😞 even then, he’s still in the lead with four exquisite points. one more point and he can cash out on sunflower seeds from ortho, yippee🥳

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JACK

the most focused yet most expressive (its his ears & tail). his tail wags subtly when he gains a point and his ears deflate slightly when he doesn’t KRKSKNKS :( every card he puts down are with confidence! jack only hopes that he’s playing his cards right. he’s not getting anything for winning but hey, new memories with friends are good. even if your teammates are at each other’s throats…

ortho’s shuffled the red cards, the point winner is…

ORTHO’S CHOICE

╰┈➤ “teachers, viral videos, getting a hug aw…… i don’t even know how to say that—“

ortho turns the red card towards jack for help, jack’s ears pinning back moderately as he read. “guacamole??” “oh” he’s trying his best :[. idia jabbed ruggie with his elbow for snorting which had him wheezing instead. maybe it was a little machine glitch but ortho genuinely didn’t know how to pronounce the word, he did giggle a bit at his own mistake.

“i was gonna say gudetama…” — o.s

“you were close, ortho…” — i.s

“i mean, its a start. gwaa - kuh - mow - lee” — j.h

“gwaa kuh mow lee… guacamole!” — o.s

“teacher jack!” — r.b

“how pure.” — l.k

ortho looked over the cards again with creases between his brows. “who put down teachers? i pick you!” “thaaaank you,” leona plucks the green card from ortho and places it in his deck, a small grin as he pushes it forward. “and that’s game.”

“YOU put down teachers?!” — i.s

“i did.” — l.k

“good game!” — j.h

“that was fun!! :D” — o.s

“damn it, if only ortho knew what guacamole was!” — r.b

“seems like he needs an update.” — l.k

“shut your mouth.” — i.s

[kalims]

ㅤlikey likey

premise. certain situations bring out the realization that they like it, and they can't help but appreciate it.

featuring. vice dorm leaders + ruggie

content. gender neutral reader, fluff

note. can we all agree that ruggie is savanaclaws vice dorm leaders at this point

trey likes it when you accompany him when he's in the kitchen, or anywhere for that matter but he's got a pretty big preference for his favorite place. maybe he thinks it's endearing to witness you acting like a little helper and following him around when he's just lowering the heat on the stove.

but he's used to the kitchen being so empty, with you there. the sound of the ticking oven is overshadowed by your light chatter, he'd thought he would perform better in a quiet environment to focus but turns out his treats come out more delicious than ever with the thought of you.

ruggie likes it when his hand brushes against yours, it's his personal favorite when he takes certain items from you. be it dangling your phone away from you, or a stray donut you just happened to be eating and didn't even think to share with him! :( .

initially he was just stealing stuff from you as a way to mess with you, he thinks it's funny. (it's totally a ruggie love language trust me. he'd never rob someone so obviously.) but now it's just another reason to use so he can cover up the 'I wanna touch you but idk how without getting called out.

jade likes it when you're both up in the mountains scouring for dangerous mushrooms to take home and claim as pets. you're a pretty prominent figure if he's actually telling you that you can't take that one home because it releases a poisonous spore when touched, but he says that there's another way of taking then home..?

especially when you're just crouching down, admiring them (from a distance usually because you've grown a fear from how many times he's warned you about a variety.) you're too immersed in it and jade can't pinpoint whether to be pleased or iffed that your attentions not on him. well it's always a pleasure to see his two favorite things together.

jamil likes it when you see him midst conversation and he sees you visibly brightening up. it doesn't matter if it's in a sense that everyone can tell but to him he can see your energy jolt when your eyes seem to sparkle. even better when you come up with some half-assed excuse to get out of said conversation and instead approach him to start another conversation.

the fact that you'd be so willing to abandon a talk with someone for a talk with him sends his soul ascending to the heavens and doing cartwheels. you're lucky cause he usually avoids talk with other people but he can't seem to make a lie to get out when you're looking a him like that.

rook is an eccentric man so his like for you is a little.. strange? he likes it when you greet him, weirdly simple for someone like rook but wait! he likes it because over time him speaking up from some random place like a tree, or a window doesn't scare the shit out of you as it used to. so to be short you're accustomed to his antics so you just greet him casually.

he always grins brighter when he hears it, his eyes crinkle and he always comes up with the poetic compliments before giving a variety of greetings each time. he doesn't mean to scare someone when he does it, they usually all run away when he wants to talk so you're just so fantastic! <4

ortho likes it when you visit. actually he likes you a lot! you're one of the few people in the entirety of nrc that are 1.) isn't scared of him or 2.) not weirded out. you're just like another big sibling to him! his favorite time of the day is around 8-10 PM because that's when you usually come around for your daily visit to catch up with him, gossip, or whatever. ortho will support you in whatever.

a crime? he expresses concern but is fully willing to aid you with whatever :) (HES SO CUTE.)

lilia likes it when you kiss his nose. he loves any affection you show him at all, kisses on the lips, fingers, temple whatever. he's gonna gobble every single second of it. his personal favorite though? for some reason its the nose. he insists its the inner bat in him, since bats do show affection through rubbing each other's noses together. you aren't one though so a kiss there is probably the closest to that.

plus points if you do it when he just jumpscares you after dropping from the ceiling, hanging upside down in his favorite position while you kiss his nose? oh goodness, he's in heaven! plz don't hold back, kiss him more... if you don't wanna he's gonna trick you either way (with love ofc)

note. HIHIHI sorry this isn't much but I figured I better feed the vice dorm leader stans 😭 not pr its midnight rn hel

Ill just link this tom, I'm gonna sleep 😓

[caycaysdiamond]

Only For You ~ protective / how they show they care

Request for Anon : Hii could I request GN!reader with Kalim, Jamil and whoever you’d like being protective or caring about the reader?

having writing issues w doing a fic request rn so here's another request I had that wasn't particular about format, getting back into writing after a break is so hard

Characters: Kalim Al Asim, Jamil Viper, Idia Shroud, Ortho Shroud Non-prefect or prefect reader, platonic only for Othro, platonic or romantic for the others, bulleted list

Kalim Al Asim

Kalim is absolutely one of the sweetest men in the world and he cares about everyone a lot, especially you dear reader!

The problem is Kalim's love language is gift giving so he shows his care for you by lavishing you with gifts

He overheard you talking about something you need? oh, it's magically in your dorm. saw something at a market that made him think of you? oh, it's already bought along with the 10 other things he saw that day.

Reign him in on the gifts please, he doesn't know when to stop and you’re gonna run out of space quick asf.

Gift-giving isn't the only way Kalim shows he cares for you though, he also constantly likes to check up on you throughout the day/week

He loves to text you throughout the day with little affirmations and quick messages about how his day is going and encourages you to do the same!

Kalim also encourages talking face-to-face too, during those times he tries his best not to speak until you're done and tries not to give advice unless asked

Tries is the keyword here

He's very eager to help you and also isn't the best with his words so sometimes it can cause some tension between you two. It usually doesn't last long however and Kalim is getting better at watching his actions and words, especially after Jamil's over blot!!

When it comes to being protective over you, Kalim definitely is always defending you if he hears someone speaking down on you! He's always ready to speak about your character :)! You're a jewel to him and he needs everyone to understand that.

Jamil Viper

Jamil shows he cares in subtle ways: he’ll drop by with food and disappear or text you when he knows you’re up studying late to go to sleep.

Likes to leave you little notes around in odd places also, just so you know he’s thinking of you.

You’ll find them all (eventually).

He’s definitely a more private person, so don’t expect a lot of grandeur gestures but that doesn’t mean he isn’t doing special things for you!

He’s a busy guy but whenever he has time the focus is on you—whether that be a “date” or just simply hanging around.

Speaking of him being busy, he’s protective of your time together! He doesn’t like to be bothered by others when you two are alone.

Big listener whenever you need to rant, or just anytime you talk tbh. He’s always paying attention to you!

Also gives pretty solid advice when asked! He’s straight to the point and blunt. Not afraid to call you out if you’re in the wrong too 🥱

Jamil really isn’t a unsolicited advice giver (he hates that a lot) but if he notices you’re really struggling with something and hasn’t come to him, he might casually drop something vague in conversation to show he’s aware and encourage you.

I think his love languages are definitely quality time and acts of service <333

God he’s kinda a great friend/boyfriend.

Idia Shroud

Hm.

Hmmmmmmmmm.

Idia shows he cares in weird ways and not normal-ish cute ways like Jamil. Bro is just…odd.

You know Idia cares about you at least a little because that floaty tablet of his will actually approach you AND he’ll talk.

He also will allow you to come into the sacred palace known as his dorm room.

He also text you a lot!! He’s always on his phone/computer so…

Will get some of your favorite snacks/drinks/food delivered to your dorm randomly. It’s great.

If you’re a gamer too, great cause he’s making you play some of his faves and also buying them for you if you don’t already own’em

He also sends you stuff in game. Rare items, money, skins whatever…he’s like a gaming sugar daddy???

Idia will act like he doesn’t care about you but he cares a lot he just shows it in his own idia way.

He isn’t really super protective of you in irl situations because he rarely leaves his dungeon room but in any games/forums/etc he got ya.

Speaking of never really leaving his room, if you ask enough about going somewhere with him sometimes he’ll bite and go along.

Love language wise, I think Idia is another big gift giver and quality time (whether it’s a few seconds of your time or hours, he treasures the time!)

Ortho Shroud

Ortho is 100% one of the best people to have as a friend !!!

He’s constantly checking in on you, hanging out when you both have free time and going off on fun side quest lol

You both often find comfort in just talking and listening to each others respective struggles

Definitely quality time is one of his top love languages, he just loves spending time and being around ya

Doesnt mind if other things get in the way of like a planned hangout or something either, he’ll just shrug and yall reschedule

If you’re struggling he gives a lot of advice based on things he’s researched and looked up so often very solid advice!

Does send good morning and good night text always used emoticons like (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ and (●´⌓`●)

Good morning name!! I hope you had good sleep bc I did not because of my raid in ffxiv last night. WOO!!! -(๑☆‿ ☆#)ᕗ

Ortho WHAT !!!

Anyways Ortho is super protective of you! Y’all are besties!!!

Whether it be online or irl he’s got your back always

Has definitely threatened to shoot someone with that laser of his because he heard them shit talking you from across the hall

(Stop him please)

Also had definitely stole Idia’s card to buy you stuff before. Idia pretends not to notice.

[lynnie-ee]

I enjoyed your story about the prefect proposing to the ghost bride. At the end, she tosses the bouquet and walks away but what if some of the boys are moved by her proposal and want to catch the traditional bouquet. How would it play out among them and what will Yuu think when she later sees they have the bouquet? Choose any characters you'd like to focus on. Thank you!

╰┈➤"The prefect thought everything would go back to normal after the success of her proposal towards Eliza, but it seems like she caught the interest of a certain student with her words."

╰►Lowkey a continuation for this oneshot.

╰►Who's here?: Trey, Cater, Rook, Lilia and Ortho (Platonic, as Idia’s wingman).

╰►Female reader, scenario, non-established relationship.

╰►Note: Thanks for requesting <3 English is not my first language, so feel free to tell me if there's any grammatical mistake!

╰►Masterlist. (requests open)

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﹙❥﹚Trey Clover ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ

“I guess this is a sign for me to get married, haha…”

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As the prefect throw the bouquet in the air to have a dramatic departure from the cafeteria, she failed to calculate the direction of her toss, and she had to stop in the middle of her walk when she realized the flowers landed in an inconvenient place.

On Trey’s head, to be more exact.

(Y/n) rushed to the vicehousewarden, gently removing the bouquet from his head, an embarrassed expression on her face, as Trey chuckled at her behavior.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to throw it at you, are you alright?”

“Of course, don’t worry. At least you didn’t toss it with too much strength.”

“Hey! I threw it with all my energy! Are you calling me weak?”

“Uh? So, you intended to hit me mercilessly with it then?”

“I never said that.” The prefect playfully smacked Trey’s shoulder, making him laugh again, as he stared fondly at the Ramshackle student.

“But I wonder what might this insinuate? Don’t you think it could be a hint or something?” He smiled, the wedding bouquet now resting in his hands.

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﹙❥﹚Cater Diamond ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ

“Weddings trends are so cool~ I wonder if I'll go viral once I get married?”

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The next day after the ghost incident, the Ramshackle first-year walked towards the Heartslabyul Dorm to visit her friends, just to make sure they were doing okay after the events of the previous day.

On her way there, she checked Magicam on her phone, scrolling through different posts, most of them from Cater, as he was always the most active out of everyone.

But a certain picture caught her attention, while she walked through the magic mirror. A selfie of Cater, holding her bouquet as he winked at the camera, with a bunch of hashtags on the caption.

"I see you're looking at my pics, (Y/n)! They're fabulous, right?" The third-year student suddenly appeared next to her, it seemed like he just finished painting the roses. "But it's been such a long we’ve uploaded a picture together! I have the #perfect accessory, come with me~”

Once they arrived at his room, he quickly showed the prefect her own flower bouquet, which she used for the proposal the day before.

“This will look great, say cheese (Y/n)!”.

It turned out to be a cute photo, even when the prefect didn’t expect to see the hashtags ‘#WeddingBouquet #PutARingOnIt #MrAndMrsDiamond?’ on the caption.

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﹙𑁍﹚Rook Hunt ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ

“Such delightful performance! Oh, how marvelous can you be?”

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Right after (Y/n) left the cafeteria, she could hear the sound of steps behind her, and soon, Rook appeared next to the prefect, a pleased smile on his face.

“You were certainly charming, Trickster! The grace and delicacy of your words have blessed my ears, I’ve never been more thankful for being in your glorious presence, I-”

“Is that the bouquet that Epel made for our spectacle from before?” The prefect interrupted, curiously gazing at the flowers that the hunter held.

“Indeed. I couldn’t let such a beautiful arrangement of flowers be wasted, even less after being carried by someone as divine as you.”

“Oh…” The prefect mumbled, a faint tint of red rushing to her cheeks. “Well, you can keep it, if you want…You helped me to come up with those romantic words before, I guess it’s fair.

“I did assist you with the basics, but most of what you said was effective due to your skill. A charm like yours could enchant anyone, mon chéri.” The third-year gazed affectionally towards the Ramshackle prefect.

“Although I hope to be the object of your affections, next time you hold a wedding bouquet.”

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﹙⌦﹚Ortho Shroud ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ 

(who is on the mission of getting a partner for his shut-in brother)

“Oooh, if you two get married, you’d be my sister-in-law, right?” 

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“(Y/n)! My brother asked me to return your flower bouquet to you!” Appeared Ortho at the Ramshackle door, the morning after the whole incident.

“Ah, hello Ortho.” The prefect greeted, smiling at him. “I actually throw it because of the traditional toss of the weddings, but thanks either way.” She received the flowers, two small papers attached to the flowers. 

‘thx for ur help yesterday. very nice of you ig.’ Was written on one of the notes, the prefect easily recognizing Idia’s handwriting. The other piece of paper was a discount coupon for the videogames store in the city. 

“What tradition?” 

“Well, the bride has to toss the bouquet at the guests, and the one who catches it, it’s supposed to get married next.” (Y/n) explained, confused at the now excited look on Ortho’s face.

“My brother was who caught it!” 

“Really? That’s cool.”

“But it’s probably going to be difficult. He doesn’t interact with a lot of people, you know?”

“Don’t say that! There’s gotta be someone that wants to be with Idia, he’s nice once you get to know him, after all.”

“I guess that leaves you as the only option, perhaps you’d be interested on helping my brother to follow the tradition…?”

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﹙⚔﹚Lilia Vanrouge ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ

“Fufufu~ Marriage sounds very appealing right now.”

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A week after Idia was kidnapped by the phantom bride, everything had come back to normal. As usual, you went to Diasomnia to visit one of your friends, the vicehousewarden of the said dorm. Lilia invited you regularly to join him at a gaming session, and that day wasn’t an exception.

“Oh, what a coincidence, that bouquet looks just like the one I had last week.”

“It is the same, actually!” The fae explained, chuckling at the confused expression of the prefect. “Isn’t that a human tradition? To catch the bouquet of the bride?”

“Yeah, but why would you want it?”

“I heardthat the one that gets it is supposed to be the next to get married~ And after so long, I think is normal for a man of my age to want a formal relationship, don’t you think?”

(Y/n) laughed at the words of the Diasomnia third-year, thinking he was just joking.

“I think you missed a few steps, Lilia. As far as I’m concerned, you don’t even have a partner. “

The dark-haired fae grinned widely, his entire aura changing, as he gazed confidently at the prefect’s eyes.

“Maybe you can help me with that, (Y/n).”

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[twistedwonderlandobsession]

TWST Character Ranked Based off Whether I Think I Could Live With them

Pt: 1

Note:I am listing this from Worst to Best and giving descriptions as to why

Vil:

This man falls into the hell no category. Not because I know he will be running his blender at 5 am, or even because I would be worried about a stalker fan or the media or some shit. No no no, I would not tolerate him being my room mates for three reasons.

1. He would be yelling at me to go to bed at 10pm

2.He would be Horrified at my dark circles and overall lack or self care and I can already hear his nagging

3.Me and Vil are very particular and control freak people so the way we decorate may clash and I would not be appreciative of his bland ass diet food.

Kamil:

I love this boy I adore him, but I would not be able to handle him. As much as he would be useful financially he would also be a huge responsibility and I am not willing to handle him like Jamil dose purely because I don't want to put him and his family out of a job.

Not to mention he is way to friendly and as much as I would love to have him tell thr waiter I want fries I could also see him being the roommate that brings Home a bunch of friends and drags me out of my hole so no thx bby.

Cater◆:

No, I don't need him constantly filming my home. I think he is respectful enough to ask if he could film me or post stuff about me but it's a no for me. Not to mention I think his sister's kinda fucked him up and I don't think he would be completely comfortable with a female roommate because of that.

Ace♥︎:

I would be on the less tolerable side with him, like he is on the maybe train, cause like I feel like we could somewhat vibe, but I also feel like he would not stop commenting and making sarcastic remarks about my appearance and nerdyness, I would definitely punch him in the face at some point.

Not to mention this man would not do his chores and he is kinda broke so he would barely pay rent

Epel:

Yet another maybe baby, I mean I dig the country shit, and the fact he is 5"1 and can kick anyone's ass, but it depends on where he is at mentally. I have personal experience with being raised in a extremely traditional and borderline sexist household with strong beliefs that are somewhat similar to what he was raised with so I get how hard it is to snap out of that mentality.

But my home is a safe space and there is no way in hell I'm letting him nring his gender norms in my house since that's a hole can of toxicity I can not deal with on a day to day basis.

TLDR: Yes to post Chapter 5 Firm no to Pre Chapter 5

Sebek:

Eh- I mean like maybe??? I think he would be good with his chores and would definitely be useful if a incident happened with my family, and I can deal with his screaming since i listenin to rock and shit on full volume anyways and have a tallent for tuning people out.

But then again I feel like he would be screaming in my ear every 5 minutes out of absolute horror about what I read and watch or my habits or the food. Like

HUMAN! What is this.....Media?

Uh- it's a murder podcast

HOW DARE YOU BRING THIS INTO THE HOME OF THE FUTURE NIGHT OF THE PRINCE OF BRIAR VALLEY-

Ortho:

I would tolerate him as a roommate, I wouldn't be too stoked about living with him, but he gives good video game and movie recommendations. I think it would be pretty enjoyable to watch a movie or play a video game with him.

I think he could handle my rants pretty well. I also feel like he is decent with chores and wouldn't be bothered by my appearance or humor since it's similar to his brothers.

Lilia:

Ah yes! Our goth emo bat war veteran.... I would.....mmmmmmmm...it's a cross between toleration and acceptance. I would definitely enjoying his music 10/10 and I feel like we could definitely vibe. He definitely would not be bothered with how late I stay up and I could definitely see us having a 3am conversation over Down With the Sickness by Disturbed in the background while I bake cupcakes.

He would be banned from my kitchen though, it's permanent. No takebacksies, I will litterally make Azul write up the contract.

Jade:

Yet another yes but no, yes because he seems tolerable and that he wouldn't comment on my sitting in dark corners or spinning in a desk chair on the middle of the room at 2Am if I let him just have his rocks and mushrooms.

But he also kinda gives me the eerie vibes like If I piss him of or summ he won't complain but I would definitely be paranoid of stange mushrooms in my dinner.

[been-taking-muay-thai-classes]

Life Worth Loving

So you guys know that scene where Esmeralda dances during Tupsy Turvi? Yeah, I had to write something from that.

This is a short one compared to the other pieces of the Ramshackle dorm au. You don’t have to read the other entries to get what’s going on, just know that Rollo was expelled from Noble Belle and now studies in NRC while rooming with the Prefect. Cue everybody’s paranoid and/or jealous. Spoilers for Glorious Masquerade.

It’s unfair, the way you dance. Utterly carefree, joyous and unaware of how you make him feel, how you make them all feel.

Rollo isn’t stupid, in fact he’s always been praised as a smart boy, he doesn’t take long to notice the way the other students look at you, the preferential treatment they give you and the way they often compete for your attention. He also remembers well his first week in Night Raven College, the way the housewardens would interrupt you two whenever they found you alone together, asking for your help with this or that, eyeing him with a glare all the while. 

He can’t blame them. There is a certain light to you, warm, intense and inviting that draws people to you like the sun does the flowers that bloom in spring. And that makes it all the more dangerous, because in the presence of your smile it’s easy to forget that the light you emit is a burning fire, strong and passionate and ready to scorch whoever is foolish enough to approach you carelessly. 

Rollo fears that fire for all that he wants to be enveloped in it. His mind keeps saying ‘You are not like them, it can’t burn you’ but his heart warns him ‘Not all burns are made by fire and not all fires last forever’. He can’t help it. You have been such an encouraging presence in his life, so nurturing without really trying to, yet he fears losing himself in you or worse… losing you.

He wants to believe he’s different from the others but honestly he doubts it. You brought a certain happiness to his life, a sense of normality he hadn’t felt in years. You were fun and kind. In your presence, and your presence alone, he wanted to show off his talents, delight you with his magic like his brother had done with him before… before everything was worse. Around you his guilt diminished and his sorrow disappeared. You made him feel special even if logically he knew all of the others felt the same because you gave them all that same encouraging love. 

Like when you announced to him that you would participate in the dancing festival to celebrate the different cultures of the NRC students saying that you wanted him to participate. He wanted to believe in his heart that you asked him because you wanted to spend even more time together, because you felt for him like he felt for you but he had to admit to himself that it was probably due to your wish to ease him out of his comfort zone, so he denied you. He had to, for his own sanity. The idea of spending so much time with you alone, dancing made his heart beat faster than one of Floyd’s drums and he knew he’d do something foolish in that situation.

Still you asked that he support you and the freshmen, claiming that you wanted to see him there more than anyone else and still the pessimist in him told him that you probably told the others the same, that your love was as true as it was vast and he was nothing special amongst the sea of friends you had made here.

He shakes his head to drive away those negative thoughts. He has to focus on the moment, that’s what you asked of him and so that’s what he’ll do. 

Bad timing. Or maybe it’s perfect, he’ll have to think on that later because right now his face is just a breath away from yours. Your eyes locked on his with a mischievous glint, like you want him to burn himself in front of everyone here to prove his devotion. Oh how cruel you can be.

He can feel the veil around his neck, soft fabric forcing him ever closer to you, your lips almost brush against his when just as suddenly as you appeared, you jump back laughing and twirling that veil. Rollo could feel the cold glares from the others around the stage, he was certain they wanted to kill him for getting to be so much closer to you than they had managed till now. It wasn’t his fault, you just seemed to enjoy teasing him so much, and maybe part of it was how comfortable you had grown to be with each other since he started living in Ramshackle.

Be as it may, Rollo resolutely refused to meet anyone’s gaze, not because he feared their looks but because he knew his face must be as red as Roseheart’s hair and he still had a reputation to maintain. Damn you for borrowing his handkerchief, now he had no way of guarding his feelings from you. But then again, you seemed especially good at coaxing them out of him with your gentle words and soothing touch, so what difference would it truly make? Ace liked to joke that he was as easy to fluster as Rosehearts or Ashengrotto while the mach- Ortho commented how similar he was in his shyness to his older brother and even Epel mentioned once or twice how his preferential treatment of you reminded him of both Kingscholar and Schoenheit. Your friends, his friends now too he supposes, were truly hellbent in making him irritated or embarrassed with all their teasing comments and comparisons. The memory made him snort under his breath.

And speaking of your friends, he saw you twirl around them happily like you’re wont to do, dragging Ace and Deuce up and forcing them to try and keep up with your rhythm while your other friends laughed at them. He saw you pull Epel out too albeit he seemed much more enthusiastic in his steps, and he dragged Howl when he heard him snicker at you both. Lastly, the mach- Ortho jumped up at your invitation and asked Sebek to join him as well, so that everybody had a partner. The half fae cleverly noted, although blushing and stuttering wildly, that you had no partner and that Ortho should dance with you instead, but you rebuked him easily ‘I already picked a dancing partner Sebek! So don’t try to weasel your way out of this, remember we promised to have fun as a team!’ He seemed extremely embarrassed by your words, especially as the other freshmen imitated his speech pattern to remind him of their promise ‘Human! If you intend to participate in this event, then we shall aid you in ensuring it is as spectacular as a guest of Lord Malleus’ height demands!’ ‘Human, don’t try to do this on your own, I assure you we possess the skills to arrange the stage and learn the steps in due time!’ ‘HUMAN ENOUGH WITH THE REBUTTALS, YOU MADE US PROMISE TO DO THINGS TOGETHER TO CHERISH YOUR TIME HERE WHILE YOU CAN STAY SO WE’RE DOING THIS WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT’ it was at that point that Sebek had had enough and yelled out in frustration, grabbing Ortho’s hand and dragging him towards the others to dance with the rest of their friends. They all snickered at his behavior but still cheered when he joined in, and Rollo could see the smile threatening to appear on his face.

That was something he noticed from living with you for these past weeks, your ability to make your friends get along and let loose. He saw it also in the way Rosehearts would sometimes attempt to make jokes to lighten the mood, or whenever Schoenheit allowed Epel to speak in his regional accent without furrowing his eyebrows, or when Draconia and Kingscholar worked together to prepare a surprise for you. 

While he pondered this in the stands with the rest of your friends, he didn’t notice how many had perked up upon hearing you say you had chosen a partner. Clearly many coveted a piece with you, and Rollo had no doubt in his mind that your rather…daring attire had much to do with it. He didn’t mind much though, you had already bothered him enough during the week with your routine, asking him again and again to tell you if there was anything off with your performance. He always told you the same thing ‘Your dancing is excellent, your movements fluid and entrancing. Do not doubt yourself, everyone will be amazed by your skill’ Truth be told, Rollo could not give you a real review of your performance for his mind always betrayed him when he saw you dance, and that was when you were still rehearsing in that oversized, old uniform the Headmage had given you.

Now that he saw you with the actual dancing outfit? He had lost himself so much he barely registered in his memory if your steps were any more polished than they were yesterday or if they were even the same steps. Not that he would realize, seeing how he barely remembered your dancing beyond how lightheaded it made him feel. 

Where was he? Oh yes, his mind betrayed him whenever he saw you dance, just like now when you were offering him your hand to be your partner.

HUH?

Rollo could feel his face growing hotter by the millisecond, all the way from the neck. You were smiling brightly and innocently, as if you didn’t know what effect you had on him, on everyone. Maybe you didn’t. Then again, his blush was so prominent it was impossible to not notice from here to Sunset Savanna, so perhaps you were just ignoring it for his sake. Or maybe you liked it when he blushed.

He took your hand and allowed you to twirl him around some. He liked to think he wasn’t usually a petty man although most everyone else liked to say the opposite but seeing your other friends fuming at your clear display of favoritism for him even if it was simply because you liked to tease him so much, nudging him out of his comfort zone little by little he couldn't help but swell with pride and arrogance. That’s right, you chose him as your dancing partner. No, it doesn’t matter that you’ll probably dance with someone else later, what matters is that you chose him first. 

There in the center of the stage, Rollo struggled to not look like a baby fawn just learning to walk while you grabbed him tighter to keep him from falling, your bodies pressing so close at one point he swore he could feel your accelerated heartbeat. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the others, glaring at him openly.

Draconia’s mood was bad enough that some clouds were darkening, Shroud’s hair was growing orange, Schoenheit would get wrinkles from how deep he frowned, Viper toyed with fire on his fingertips, Ashengrotto stared coldly with unblinking and calculating eyes, Kingscholar prepared to pounce the second you two parted and Rosehearts grit his teeth attempting to not yell in outrage. 

What an entertaining sight to behold. Every single one of them wanted his head in one way or another, even if they had managed to become civil during his stay here Rollo refuses to be the first to admit that he has become friends with them and they equally refuse to admit that he is reliable or likable at all so he had to make sure to enjoy this while it lasted because surely, as soon as your dance was over, they would try to sweep you away and also potentially make him disappear for daring to get in between them and their dear Prefect.

And so, Rollo didn’t let go of your hand for the next thirty minutes, clinging to you with soft words of praise and adoration in hopes of keeping you by his side just a few seconds longer. He was being incredibly selfish and petty, but could you blame him? Your company was such a nice balm on his guilty conscience, allowing him to have fun like a kid his age should, and you cherished every instance of that relaxed smile he gifted you for they were as rare as the sun embracing the moon in the night sky.

So you kept twirling, dipping and swaying for a good while, relaxed in each other’s embrace until you were inevitably interrupted ‘Grim stop biting my feet! I told you I’m not dancing with you!’ 'Ngyaa but I wanna dance! I know all the steps waaaay better than you chumps!'

As much as Rollo wanted to be irritated at Ace and Grim, the troublesome duo had wormed their way into his heart in just these few weeks together and he couldn’t imagine going a full day without at least one of them, or one of the other freshmen, doing some mischief. His smile didn't falter in the least at the sight of the redhead and the cat arguing about how good friends should dance together and how Grim deserved to be praised for his magnificent dancing skills.

Still holding your hand, he led you towards the ruckus so you could better see the cat running all over Ace while Epel yelled at him to punch him which only resulted in Ace bruising himself and Deuce, Jack and Sebek attempted to separate the two. You couldn’t contain your laughter at the display and Rollo chanced looking away from the chaos to see you draped in evening glow. The sight and sound of your head thrown back in laughter, joyful tears welling in your eyes and the sun setting behind you…This had to be amongst the many things he would remember about you when he was old and senile. And maybe even if he forgot the sight of it, the feeling in his chest, warm, pleasant and free was far too special to forget. You had burned yourself on his heart and he found that he didn’t really mind too much. Joining you in your laughter, Rollo squeezed your hand and his heart fluttered when you squeezed back, thumb caressing his hand tenderly.

Life was worth loving with you around.

[apompkwrites]

happy production day || ortho shroud

masterlist characters: ortho & idia (platonic) genre: angst contains: ortho birthday !!!!, pov switches again, ending might be confusing with how I formatted it but please ask if you have questions !! summary: two birthday parties fit for a shroud. notes: hihi :] I promise I love the shrouds. btw not a part of the canon black sheep series!! or, at least, not in timeline yet :)

"a little to the left," idia called to you, waving his hand. "no, back over."

"right here?" you chirped, tilting your head slightly to look at your older brother.

"yep! perfect," idia gave you a toothy grin before walking over, holding up his arms to help you down from the ladder. you took a single step down before idia's hands landed at your sides, picking you up to place you on the floor.

"what next? what next?" you beamed, practically bouncing in place. idia laughed at your excitement, reaching down to ruffling your hair. the blue fire flared under his touch, a trait you had noticed in all of your family members.

"we're gonna set up a game," idia revealed, him sharp teeth poking out from his lips as he grinned. with just that one sentence alone, your eyes glimmered with curiosity.

"what kind of game?"

"a scavenger hunt," idia explained. and before you knew it, you were rushing around your house, planting little puzzles and clues for your brother to find. it took you a few hours, but that time was cut down since idia was the one to actually make the puzzles

so, when the time came for your little brother's birthday, you woke him up by shaking him, excitedly pulling him out of bed to begin the hunt.

little did you know, that was the last birthday you'd throw for your little brother.

"a little to the right," you directed, watching as one of the ignihyde member's drones flew through the air. "too far... there we go!"

one of the dorm members let out a soft sigh of relief, waving for his drone to return to him. he walked off, presumably to gather with some of his other friends. but you had no time to dwell on that.

you walked over to where the tables were set up, inspecting each one carefully. you hummed in satisfaction, moving on to set up the plates in a pile beside the silverware.

once you finished setting up the plates, you wandered the venue. it was nice, all decorated with blue. streamers, banners, screens, everything that screamed a celebration could be found in the dorm's main hall. the perpetual flames that flickered on the porcelain pedestals only added to the atmosphere.

maybe you could light the birthday candles using those flames. what a funny thought.

with nothing else to do but wait, you found yourself floating down the hall towards the dorm rooms. and you reached that oh so familiar room that you spent most of your days in.

your metal knuckles tapped against the door. it immediately opened, revealing your two brothers inside.

"(name)!" ortho cheered upon seeing you. he stood up from where he sat on the floor, immediately grabbing your hand to pull you into the room. idia greeted you with a small grin, his eyes staying glued to his phone as he tapped furiously at his screen.

ortho sat you down beside him and immediately handed you a controller. when you looked to the tv screen, you noticed it was an open world RPG, one fitted with multiplayer. it was ortho's favorite to play in your downtime while idea busied himself with his dailies on his mobile games.

you logged into your account and let yourself become consumed by the game. and ortho did the same, idia's room now filled with sounds of the main characters yelling and enemies dying.

hours passed since you started playing. idia had finished his dailies long ago and had taken to just watching you and ortho play. that was until he reached over your shoulder to grab your controller and pause the game. with that single look, you knew it was time.

you helped ortho up from the ground and held his hand. idia smiled softly at the sight of you two and (begrudgingly as always) left his room.

"oh, are the decorations ready?" ortho beamed, his voice peaking slightly as he spoke.

"mhm! i spent all morning getting the others to help!" you explained, floating behind idea towards the venue. "the rest of the afternoon let the dorm members prepare their gifts!"

"gifts? they didn't have to!" ortho gasped, which drew out a wheeze-like laugh from idia.

"trust me, they did," he remarked, earning a deadpan stare from both you and ortho.

"big brother... what did you do?" ortho asked. idia paused for a moment before shrugging. and you didn't get anything else out of him, no matter how much you two pried.

"happy birthday ortho," a handful of dorm members cheered.

"key phrase detected. now playing special voice message: "i thank you for celebrating my production date," ortho read off from a script. it earned a few laughs from the other dorm members.

meanwhile, idia stood off to the side, idly watching as his two younger siblings conversed. you were adjusting the sash that sat around ortho's torso, brushing off some of the streamers that fired from the confetti cannons.

it was a strange day. it always was. idia never liked celebrating them. it was cruel. two cruel days out of the year that always reminded him of how much of a failure he was for his siblings.

i should of been there, he would think. if I was, they would still be here.

we could celebrate their birthdays for real. i could give (name) and ortho the birthday treasure hunts they deserved.

but, he couldn't spend long wallowing in his thoughts. not when you and ortho looked up at him with those sparkly, glassy eyes, illuminating with everything except that pure childlike wonder he had grown up seeing before that day.

but, for now, if he thought long and hard, used his imagination to escape...

he could see them.

"big brother! look at the gifts i got!" ortho cheered, holding up a box with a figurine of his favorite video game hero. you stood beside him, smiling brightly as ortho showed the figurine off.

yeah... he could see them.

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