#rsa fog

[dior-luxury]

how would the Heartslabyul guys react to finding out their s/o goes to RSA? Like they hid it from them because they where scared of finding out 👀

Finding Out That Their S/O Goes To RSA

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . drama/soft angst - she/her .

- [𝐜𝐡.] riddle . ace . deuce . cater . trey

- [𝐩:𝐬] hurt/comfort . lying . nrc vs rsa rivalry . romantic drama .

Note: I honestly really love the idea of one of the guys dating someone from RSA, cause it just adds so much drama between the two schools (¬‿¬ ). This also turned out to be more angsty then I was kinda hoping Σ(□_□) , but I still liked the outcome.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle wasn’t used to being blindsided. He ran a tight ship—rules, order, discipline. That’s what made things work. That’s how he kept control over chaos. Over disappointment. Over his heart.

So when he saw the letter in your hand—elegant, sealed with the unmistakable crest of Royal Sword Academy—he froze.

You noticed instantly. The way his eyes locked onto it like a hunter spotting prey. “Riddle—”

“Is that from RSA?” His voice was sharp. Measured. A warning bell in his tone.

You hesitated. That was your first mistake.

“…It’s mine,” you said finally, softly. “I… go there.”

His lips parted in disbelief, like you had just told him you were a traitor to his face. “You’re an RSA student?”

“I didn’t tell you because I was scared you’d react like this.”

He stepped back, the red of his hair blazing in the moonlight. “Scared? Then you knew it was wrong.”

“No! I just—” you paused, trying to find the right words. “I wanted you to like me, not where I’m from. You’re so proud of NRC, Riddle. You’re the heart of Heartslabyul. I didn’t think I could ever fit into your world if you knew I was from theirs.”

He looked like you slapped him. “So you lied.”

“I protected us,” you whispered.

But Riddle couldn’t hear it. Not yet. His mind was spiraling. RSA. Trein’s lectures about their rivalry. Crowley’s bitter remarks. Trey’s side-eye anytime the topic came up.

“Every rule has a reason,” he said, almost to himself. “Every truth matters. And you didn’t trust me with yours.”

You felt your throat tighten. “Riddle, I love you. But I was scared that loving me wouldn’t be enough once you knew.”

And then—just for a second—his walls cracked.

He looked at you, truly looked, and the fight drained from his face. “I don’t care that you’re from RSA,” he said, voice trembling. “I care that you thought I wouldn’t fight for you.”

Silence stretched, thick as fog.

“…Would you have?” you asked.

He walked to you, slowly, like stepping through a minefield. Then he took your hand. “Yes. Every time. No matter the badge you wear.” He looked down. “I just wish you believed that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” he whispered. “I should’ve made you feel safe enough to tell me.”

You leaned into him, your head on his shoulder. For once, the rose garden was quiet—no rules, no orders. Just two hearts finally being honest.

Ace Trappola

Ace always prided himself on being sharp. A quick wit, quicker comebacks, and definitely smarter than he let on. But somehow, you had managed to completely fly under his radar. His girlfriend. His smart, stylish, gorgeous girlfriend, who always had this mysterious glow about her—the one who “went to a different school” and could never study with him on NRC campus.

He thought it was quirky at first. Maybe even hot. But then he saw the badge poking out from your purse when you turned your head to answer a text. That glossy RSA emblem glinting like it was mocking him.

At first, he just… stared.

RSA? Royal Sword Academy? You?

You noticed immediately. “Ace,” you started, that perfect voice suddenly unsure, “I can explain—”

He laughed. Sharp, surprised, almost disbelieving. “So that’s the big secret? You’re one of them?”

You tried to reach for his hand, but he stepped back. It wasn’t anger in his face—it was hurt. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want to lose you.” Your voice was soft. “You know how NRC and RSA are. I thought you’d hate me if you knew.”

He scoffed. “I don’t care about that.” He did. Kind of. But not in the way you feared. “I care that you lied to me. You’ve been… what? Pretending to be from nowhere? Slipping out after dates like Cinderella?”

You crossed your arms, frustrated. “I was scared, Ace! You hate those guys. You’ve said it a million times. I didn’t want to ruin what we had just because I’m technically your rival.”

His jaw tensed. “You’re not my rival. You’re my girlfriend. Or… I thought you were.”

Silence stretched between you. The air felt thick.

Then he ran a hand through his hair, muttering, “I can’t believe I didn’t see it. No wonder you always walked with that stuck-up RSA posture.”

You laughed, despite yourself. “Are you calling me stuck-up?”

He shot you a look. “I’m calling you too perfect to be real. Figures you’re from a school that polishes halos.”

“…So do you hate me?”

His eyes softened. “No. I’m just pissed that you didn’t trust me.” He exhaled, long and slow, then finally reached out and took your hand. “But you’re still you. And that’s the girl I fell for. RSA badge or not.”

“Even if your dormmates roast you for dating the enemy?”

He smirked. “I’ll roast them back harder.” He leaned in close, nose almost touching yours. “Besides… we’ll just make it a secret relationship again. Like spies. Or star-crossed lovers. Kinda sexy, if you think about it.”

You giggled, leaning into his kiss. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re mine,” he said. “Even if you do wear that hideous uniform.”

Deuce Spade

“Tell me the truth. You go to RSA, don’t you?”

His voice was trembling, hands clenched at his sides. You’d never seen Deuce like this—this serious. Like the truth might break him.

You swallowed hard and looked away.

He already knew.

You could see it in his eyes, the betrayal, the confusion. The gears in his head spinning so fast, trying to make sense of the math that didn’t add up.

Your bag had spilled open in his room earlier while you were looking for your perfume. And in that innocent chaos, your student ID had slid out.

Royal Sword Academy.

You hadn’t even noticed until he went quiet. Until he held it up with wide eyes and a stunned expression, like he didn’t believe what he was holding.

And now here you were—standing in Ramshackle’s dusty hallway, trying to figure out what to say.

“…I do,” you whispered. “I go to RSA.”

His jaw tensed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew this would happen,” you said softly. “I knew you’d look at me like I was the enemy. And I’m not, Deuce. I’ve never been.”

“But why lie?” he asked, stepping back. “You could’ve just told me from the start.”

“I wanted to. So many times. But then I saw how everyone at NRC talks about RSA—like we’re all spoiled, soft, fairy-tale kids who don’t know how to handle ourselves. I didn’t want you to think I was… less.”

“Less?” Deuce echoed, eyes wide. “You think I’d ever think that about you?”

You looked down. “You’re proud of this place. Of who you’ve become here. And I didn’t want you to think I was just playing pretend in your world. I didn’t want you to feel like I didn’t belong with you.”

There was a long pause. Deuce stared at you, shoulders still tense.

Then, in a quiet voice: “I don’t care what school you go to. I care about you.”

You looked up, surprised.

“I mean, yeah, I’ve always been a little competitive,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, a lot competitive. Especially when it comes to RSA. But that’s just… school rivalry stuff. I’d never throw away what we have because of a name on your ID.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, relief flooding your chest.

“You’re not mad?”

“I was,” he said honestly. “Mostly because I thought I didn’t know who you really were. But then I remembered… you’re the girl who helped me study for Trein’s exam. Who brought me food when I skipped meals. Who walked all the way from your campus to NRC in the rain just to see me on my bad days.”

He stepped forward, cupping your cheek gently.

“I know exactly who you are. And no rival school is gonna change that.”

You laughed, leaning into his touch. “So… we’re good?”

“We’re better than good,” he smiled, pulling you into a hug. “But you are gonna have to tell me everything about that school. I wanna know what I’m up against when I challenge them in the next inter-school competition.”

“Already planning your next duel, Spade?”

“Only if you promise to cheer for me. Loudly.”

You smirked. “Loudly and stylishly.”

Cater Diamond

Cater had always been a little hard to read, but that was part of the charm. One second he was all smiles and selfies, and the next he’d go quiet, just watching with those sharp amber eyes like he was trying to read your mind. You had always thought he was too perceptive for his own good—until now.

Because somehow, somehow, you had managed to date him for nearly three months without him realizing you didn’t go to NRC. You went to Royal Sword Academy. The "rival" school. The one filled with boys like Neige, soft and sweet and disgustingly charming in a way that made NRC students roll their eyes.

You had good reason to lie—or rather, avoid the truth. NRC students didn’t exactly love RSA. And Cater? He was always surrounded by people, easily swayed by public opinion, by his image. You didn’t want to ruin what you had. So you never wore your uniform around him, always met off-campus, told half-truths about your classes and teachers. You even blurred your location on Magicam.

You didn’t think it would come out like this, though.

“Cater?” you said nervously, seeing his eyes go wide as he looked at your student ID that had fallen out of your bag. You had fumbled for it, but it was too late.

"Wait, wait, babe... This says... RSA? Royal Sword Academy?"

There was a silence that fell between you like a fog.

“I can explain,” you said quickly, but Cater just laughed—a sharp, startled noise, not his usual sing-song chuckle.

“So that’s why you never let me visit your campus,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You lied about what school you go to? That’s not like, a little white lie, Y/N. That’s huge.”

“I was scared,” you admitted, twisting your fingers together. “Everyone at NRC acts like RSA is some kind of joke. I thought if you knew, you’d treat me differently. Or worse, you'd leave.”

Cater’s expression softened, but only a little.

“Okay, okay... I get that,” he said, voice quieter. “But you didn’t trust me. That’s what stings the most.”

He looked down, biting his lip.

“I’ve always shown you the real me. Even when it’s messy. I thought we had something honest.”

You stepped forward, gently taking his hand.

“We do. I just... didn’t want to risk losing you.”

He exhaled hard, eyes closing. Then, finally, he opened them and gave you a soft smile.

“Well... you’ve got some serious guts, girlie. Hiding all that and still making time for me? Iconic.” His smile turned wry. “But next time, just tell me the truth, okay? I can handle it. Promise.”

He pulled you into a hug, whispering, “My girlfriend goes to RSA... damn, the tea’s hot today.”

Trey Clover

Trey wasn’t the type to raise his voice. He was calm, level-headed, the type of guy who baked tarts when he was stressed and solved problems with quiet wisdom. But the way his shoulders tensed as he stared at your RSA pin told you everything you needed to know.

You had dropped your cloak while visiting him in the Heartslabyul kitchen. He’d picked it up for you—gentle, polite—and that’s when he saw it: the neat, gold-embroidered RSA insignia on the collar.

“Is this a joke?” he asked softly, though there was no humor in his voice.

You froze. “Trey, I—”

“Please don’t lie to me now.”

The words hit like ice. You had always admired that about him—how he could say so little and make it feel like everything.

“I go to RSA,” you said finally, quietly. “I didn’t tell you because... I didn’t want to lose you.”

Trey set the cloak down carefully, his movements controlled. Too controlled.

“I don’t understand,” he said. “We’ve been dating for months, Y/N. I’ve let you into my dorm, introduced you to Riddle and the others. I’ve told you things I don’t tell anyone. And all this time, you’ve been hiding something that huge?”

“I didn’t lie,” you argued, though your voice cracked. “I just didn’t say it.”

He looked at you then, and his eyes were sad. “That’s still a lie.”

There was a beat of silence, thick with disappointment.

“Do you know how hard it is to earn trust at NRC?” he asked, voice low. “Everything here is about hierarchy. Power. Control. When I met you, it felt like a break from all that. Like I could be myself. And now I find out you’ve been pretending this whole time.”

Your throat tightened. “I wasn’t pretending to love you. That part was real. Every second.”

He looked away, jaw clenched. “I believe you,” he said after a pause. “But I need time.”

You stepped forward. “Trey—”

He turned back to you, softer now. “I still care about you. That hasn’t changed. But if we’re going to move past this, I need to know that you’ll be honest with me. No more secrets.”

You nodded, feeling the weight in your chest loosen just slightly. “Okay. No more lies.”

He offered a small smile—tired, but real—and reached for your hand. “Then let’s start over. You, me, and the truth this time.”

[the-trinket-witch]

Imagine That

(vignette for Eugenio, my Yuu for TWST. Set early in the school year. Inspired HEAVILY By Spielberg's Hook. CW for cussing I guess??)

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Everything was moving so fast. Being thrust into a whole new world like some generic isekai, to having full confirmation -and conversation- with ghosts, to learning that magic exists, and there were whole schools dedicated to its study. Eugenio didn't get much of a chance to really get their footing. Professor Trein had been a buoy in a raging sea of uncertainty; the books of Twisted Wonderland’s history at least kept them from seeming as much like an interloper than they already did. So it wasn't much of a surprise to know Grim’s and their GPA was only held up by their Alchemy and History grades. They didn't require magic, or at least had work arounds for the magicless Prefect and the greatest -but least experienced- mage to ever live. One thing that had been taught early in their newfound circumstances was that magic required imagination to be executed properly. Ace and Deuce found that hard to believe, if their stuffy yet powerful House warden was anything to go by. They could at least see why Sebek had difficulty with some of the more abstract spells being taught, and with Epel’s colorful language, when Vil wasn't around, gave him an inverse edge. But regardless, it wouldn't have mattered if Yuu could imagine this entire world in some fever dream; no magic was no magic. And Grim was Grim, all 9 stubborn kilograms of him.

It seemed even the curriculum was out to show how much the two didn't belong. Yuu was dreading what the day was going to bring; there was a heavy emphasis in the email sent to have a hearty breakfast, and lunch period was going to have a special announcement. Albert was unfortunately not of any help-he didn’t want to make assumptions on how much RSA and NRC’s curricula overlapped and give the wrong idea of what to expect. It didn’t help, either, that the rest of the 2nd years were advised to keep hush-hush about things. Yuu and Grim would get their answer the moment they, Ace and Deuce entered the cafeteria. Ghosts handed out a pamphlet as folks entered, explaining things. But before anyone could read it, a collective shock washed over the first years. The other ghostly staff were continuing on their daily serving routines: shuffling bins of food, offering out bowls and plates supposedly filled with food. It certainly smelled like NRC’s daily lunch trappings. The griddles even sizzled as if cooking meat, and steam from the trays fogged up the sneeze guards. The only problem: every tray, dish and bin was utterly empty. Devoid of any trace of what one might constitute as ‘food’.

“F’NYAH?! What’s the deal? Where’s the food?!” Grim yowled.

“Dude, how ‘bout reading the paper. I’ll, uh, grab lunch, I guess…” Yuu sighed.

The blue beast grumbled, but complied if only to not be made to carry any of the empty dishes.

First Year Students, Welcome once again to the beginnings of your magical academic career here at Night Raven College. It should already have been covered in your classes about the mechanics of magic: The magic you hold is channeled through your pen’s magestone and made manifest with a combination of spells and will. Willpower is actually one mental aspect of spellcasting. The other: Imagination. The stronger the imagination, the more effective one’s spellwork is. This exercise lasting the entirety of your lunch period will help you flex your imaginative muscles. For your lunch to appear, one must imagine -manifest in your mind- the items you can sense through the smells and sounds still provided. If by the end of this lunch period, nothing can be gleaned, unfortunately the typical lunch fee will not be refunded and no other opportunities until dinner period will be provided. Best of luck and happy imagineering~

D. Crowley, Headmaster

“You’re fuckin’ kidding,” Yuu grumbled.

All their reservations based on their academic ‘success’ thus far were suddenly filling the forefront of their mind. I guess that means we don’t eat til dinner…Ace and Deuce kept to either side of Yuu as they all sat; they too were concerned about having nothing to show for the price of their lunch. The only thing that could make such an ‘exercise’ worse was…

“HUMAN: I will be taking this spot-nowhere else is available. How fortunate for you to have a mage like me willing to sit here. Maybe some of my ambient magic will let you imagine a crumb for lunch,” Sebek bellowed.

The most Yuu offered in response was a sigh and bang-hidden roll of the eyes. Fantastic.

“‘Nowhere’ else? Y’sure it’s not cause nobody wants you to sit with them?” Ace grumbled.

“Let the weak be intimidated by my presence. It just shows my training has been paying off,” Sebek huffed. It wasn’t a rebuff, by the other fours’ account.

The scents were there, but it just wasn’t enough for Yuu to imagine themselves eating anything. Grim sat in their lap, mumbling over forking up a plate of imaginary carbonara. Every empty bite drew out a whine or grumble of the beast’s gullet. Sebek kept a revelrous reptilian eye on the pair, and a satisfied grin as he could only pantomime a forkful of something to his lips.

“What’re you all smug about?” Ace drawled.

“You three -and a half- look hungry~” Sebek smirked. “Can’t think of anything to put on your plate? Typical humans. Lacking in strength, stamina, magical prowess and even the brains to imagine simple food.”

“Least I got enough brains to think about more than licking my boss’ boots. Is that what you’re noshing on right now?” Yuu drawled. “You look like you’d eat anything if there were shoe polish on it.”

“EXCUSE ME?” Sebek roared. “How dare you insult one of Master Malleus’ knights!” But before he lashed out at the human across from him, he stopped, resuming the self-assured look he wore before. “What am I getting upset over? You’re but an annoying, magicless whelp. You have a familiar but still can’t use magic. And the headmaster made you Prefect of all things. Laughable for a cumberground dullard like you.”

“I wouldn’t give half a damn what your ‘Master’ thinks, if he’s willing to hire a cotton-headed ninny muggin like you,” Yuu spat back.

They snapped out a bandana from their pocket; if they were in for war, they wanted their bangs tied back to look the enemy in the eye.

“Oooh, tying back that coxcomb now, are we? What can you or that mangy moggy do against me? He looks like the spawn of a couple of hamsters and a bush of elderberries. Beslubbering louts, the both of you.

“Hey!” Deuce shouted. “What the Seven’s your problem?”

“Oh, so that’s it; you humans can’t do anything by yourselves, and need someone with actual magical potential to back you up?”

Yuu took Deuce by the shoulder, thrusting him down as they shot up. Grim’s ears laid flat, ready for a fight. And from the growing, rhythmic clatter of flatware, their squabble had the rest of the cafeteria rearing for one as well. Chants of ‘Zigvolt! Zigvolt!’ began to rise in pitch alongside the clattering. It only served to make the half-fae’s smugness spread further up his cheeks.

“Warthog-faced Buffoon.”

“Milksop.”

“Nerf-Herder.”

“Mollycoddle.”

“Son of a motherless goat!”

“Up your rear, Cow derriere!"

“Up your ass, Sassafras!”

Most of the chanting of Sebek’s name was quickly being drowned out by snickers and giggles. But it was Ace bursting with Yuu’s most recent volley that started getting folks rolling. Some still cheered for Sebek, but his anger was making him falter, and lose focus.

“Mewling, Flea-bitten nincompoop!”

“You’re what the French call, ‘Les Incompetents’.” Yuu only offered a wan, but calculating look. They had movie lines queued up til Sebek was red in the face.

“Idiotic…childish…tch-irredeemable horse’s ass!” Sebek spat, trying to get something out. If the Prefect wanted to swing low, then he had conceded to fighting just as dirty.

“If I'm a horse’s ass, how ‘bout a kiss? Ya goose-stepping, spearmint, sawtooth cabrón, lappin’ at your own cloaca, with a raging case of Tinkerbell Envy!”Yuu huffed out the last of their breath, having gotten out something that sounded like it had been held back since they got there.

Chants of ‘Prefect, Prefect' started to rise out of the hush blanketing the hall. Sebek gaped, the rage building even more. His fingers crackled with barely bridled electric fury.

“Psst, Yuu: what’s a cloaca?” Deuce murmured, hoping to not be heard. Grim heard, of course, but had a similar question.

“Wanna know what a cloaca is? THAT’S a cloaca: it's the hind end of a bird or reptile, that nine times outta ten spews shit! I ain't the one today, Crocodile Dun-Doofus, I'm from Oakland!”

Small arcs of electricity danced across the table, all stemming from Sebek’s grip. Yuu didn't care; they scooped up and plunked back down with Grim in their lap. They casually pantomimed lifting something off their plate, observing the non-existent food dripping in their hand. Grim in turn snatched up a spoon and shoveled up a mass of nothing and wrenched it back.

“Hey, Sebek: why don’t’cha make like a tree and get outta here?” Yuu recited, before flinging the imaginary slab of food across the table. Grim let his spoonful of ammo fly as well, but immediately gasped in surprise.

Something connected.

A spatter of mashed potatoes and slab of Salisbury steak clung to the half-fae’s face for a moment. Sebek wasn't sure why he'd flinched when they ‘tossed’ their ammo, but to have actual food slap him in the face left him stunned. His bright green eyes bored back in shock as the steak and potatoes slid down his blazer. Across the table, Yuu, Grim, Ace and Deuce were equally stunned. Glances danced back and forth between the soiled Sebek and the once-empty dinnerware.

“Wait, how did you do that?” Ace gasped.

“I…I just thought…maybe cause I got Grim here…?” Yuu murmured. Proximity, maybe? Grim’s innate magical reserves, sparked into action by Yuu’s imagination?

They continued to ponder as their and everyone else’s eyes wandered the suddenly expansive spread of food people had picked out. Pasta, steak and gravy, salads, burgers and sandwiches, and an especially colorful assortment of desserts laid before everyone. 

Grim wasted no time. He dove into the dish before him, cackling with manic victory. It became everyone’s cue to dig in before the period was up. Sebek clawed the mess off of his face before storming off. His face grew hot at the notion he -one of Draconia’s knights- had been clobbered with food and brow-beat by a ‘lowly’ human. He snatched at an apple to angrily chew on the situation. 

Yuu, at that point, was so emotionally spent that they couldn't really find themselves hungry anymore. Grim was more than happy to take their stead. They grinned a bit to feel Deuce shaking them by the shoulder in congratulations. 

“Hey, that was actually kinda cool, dude,” Spade said. “I hope he leaves ya alone after this. I wonder if any of the teachers are watching. Maybe you'll get extra credit?”

“Maaan, that’d be your luck, wouldn't it?” Ace whined. “I better not start getting teachers on my ass about you tutoring me.”

“Doubt it,” Yuu chuffed.

“Ya, they'll have ya bein’ tutored by me, y’know~” Grim snickered.

“Doubt that,” Ace grumbled. “Still, gotta hand it to ya: you pulled through. Here, congrats.”

Yuu was still coming down from their squabble, but talking with Deuce didn't let them see what Ace was offering to congratulate them. They turned back, only to get a spatter of mousse square on the nose. A few giggles, Epel offering some himself, came from the table behind Yuu. The Prefect snerked, appreciative of the ‘gesture’. It erupted into a full cackle, bringing more folks in to join. Ace howled at the sight, until he too got a gauntlet-throwing slap across the face with another flap of steak. 

Thus opened the food flood gates. 

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Up in the window sill, second and third year students clung, flew and hovered to catch a peek at the first years. A certain pair, Diasomnia’s housewarden and vice lead, spied over the proceedings with intrigue. This hadn't happened before. Not a food fight, and certainly not the exercise executed by someone without magic.

“Do be sure to talk with Sebek when he gets back. He looks like he could use a little pick-me-up,” Lilia cooed.

But Malleus wasn't paying mind to Lilia. His focus had honed in on the Prefect. They recognized the sight of them around that Ramshackle building. Even though they were able to imagine the food out of hiding, they still had that void of an aura all non-magical folk lacked. Curious little thing, he thought. He’s been avoiding the old mansion he used to haunt, with it no longer being his own to wander. At first he remembered having a sort of resentment towards the new tenants, but now that seemed so childish. One of the new tenants had just become quite interesting.

“BANGARAAAANG!” Came crowing out of the Prefect.

Both fae wheeled back to see them having climbed onto a table. Over their head, they held Grim, who chucked a hefty lob of custard out to some unlucky boy below. Their battlecry was met in kind, as was a torrential volley of food right back at the both of them. Yuu instinctively held Grim up to their chest, tucking behind him and letting him receive most of the onslaught. They couldn't help laughing even more to see Grim’s caked face despite his attempts to devour the ammo.

“Fufu, it’s been a while since I've heard that,” said Lilia. “I wonder how those boys are doing, now that I think about it…”

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[sakuramidnight15]

For the fluster meme:

Being done with cleaning the stables of the Chocobos, Fabio stretched up and relaxed his muscles a little from all the work he did... maybe it was good to take a break in the hot springs to relax his sore muscles... what he didn't expect however was that around that time he didn't know Ember wanted to visit him alone for once to chat a little... and given she didn't know the dorm well she accidentally followed him into the hot springs of the dorm... his face growing bright red as he hoped only the fog would cover him before he quickly grabbed a towel.

"I AM SO SORRY!"

At first Miriam didn't assume much walking around school that day... the RSA students were visting NRC back then to get some exchange studies out of the way... Yet as she walked along the path of the courtyard she suddenly felt an impact hit her... Someone tackling her to the ground, as she saw something big fly past his head close to hitting him... she noticed who it was as they both layed down on the floor... him leaning over her close to feel her breath. It was Kumo, who she met before by chance despite him usually not really hanging much around other people... he just saved her from whatever was about to hit her, as his voice raised.

"Are you alright? You should be more carefull about your surroundings."

Trying to lift her leg, both accidentally stumbled over as he was almost close to her lips before both looked at anothers eyes... some tension lingering.

Ember was walking by, till the moment she stepped in. That's when she realized that she was seeing a naked Fabio before her sight.

Just a tiny bit of red flushed a bit but it was wasn't visible, she turned her eyes away from the sight.

"Oh- sorry. I'll be waiting outside... Take your time."

Turns out okay...? Somehow. But Ember did seems to like this though...

"H... Huh..?" It seconds for her to realize the situation and the position she was in, especially when Kumo carried her.

Feeling rather the moment rose up to the air, the white haired-puff immediately reacted but due to his strength she couldn't get down.

"I... Well- uh- wha- huh-?"

It appears that this got her embarrassed.

[jcmarchi]

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Clearing the “Fog of More” in Cyber Security

At the RSA Conference in San Francisco this month, a dizzying array of dripping hot and new solutions were on display from the cybersecurity industry. Booth after booth claimed to be the tool that will save your organization from bad actors stealing your goodies or blackmailing you for millions of dollars.

After much consideration, I have come to the conclusion that our industry is lost. Lost in the soup of detect and respond with endless drivel claiming your problems will go away as long as you just add one more layer. Engulfed in a haze of technology investments, personnel, tools, and infrastructure layers, companies have now formed a labyrinth where they can no longer see the forest for the trees when it comes to identifying and preventing threat actors. These tools, meant to protect digital assets, are instead driving frustration for both security and development teams through increased workloads and incompatible tools. The “fog of more” is not working. But quite frankly, it never has.

Cyberattacks begin and end in code. It’s that simple. Either you have a security flaw or vulnerability in code, or the code was written without security in mind. Either way, every attack or headline you read, comes from code. And it’s the software developers that face the ultimate full brunt of the problem. But developers aren’t trained in security and, quite frankly, might never be. So they implement good old fashion code searching tools that simply grep the code for patterns. And be afraid for what you ask because as a result they get the alert tsunami, chasing down red herrings and phantoms for most of their day. In fact, developers are spending up to a third of their time chasing false positives and vulnerabilities. Only by focusing on prevention can enterprises really start fortifying their security programs and laying the foundation for a security-driven culture.

Finding and Fixing at the Code Level

It’s often said that prevention is better than cure, and this adage holds particularly true in cybersecurity. That’s why even amid tighter economic constraints, businesses are continually investing and plugging in more security tools, creating multiple barriers to entry to reduce the likelihood of successful cyberattacks. But despite adding more and more layers of security, the same types of attacks keep happening. It’s time for organizations to adopt a fresh perspective – one where we home in on the problem at the root level – by finding and fixing vulnerabilities in the code.

Applications often serve as the primary entry point for cybercriminals seeking to exploit weaknesses and gain unauthorized access to sensitive data. In late 2020, the SolarWinds compromise came to light and investigators found a compromised build process that allowed attackers to inject malicious code into the Orion network monitoring software. This attack underscored the need for securing every step of the software build process. By implementing robust application security, or AppSec, measures, organizations can mitigate the risk of these security breaches. To do this, enterprises need to look at a ‘shift left’ mentality, bringing preventive and predictive methods to the development stage.

While this is not an entirely new idea, it does come with drawbacks. One significant downside is increased development time and costs. Implementing comprehensive AppSec measures can require significant resources and expertise, leading to longer development cycles and higher expenses. Additionally, not all vulnerabilities pose a high risk to the organization. The potential for false positives from detection tools also leads to frustration among developers. This creates a gap between business, engineering and security teams, whose goals may not align. But generative AI may be the solution that closes that gap for good.

Entering the AI-Era

By leveraging the ubiquitous nature of generative AI within AppSec we will finally learn from the past to predict and prevent future attacks. For example, you can train a Large Language Model or LLM on all known code vulnerabilities, in all their variants, to learn the essential features of them all. These vulnerabilities could include common issues like buffer overflows, injection attacks, or improper input validation. The model will also learn the nuanced differences by language, framework, and library, as well as what code fixes are successful. The model can then use this knowledge to scan an organization’s code and find potential vulnerabilities that haven’t even been identified yet. By using the context around the code, scanning tools can better detect real threats. This means short scan times and less time chasing down and fixing false positives and increased productivity for development teams.

Generative AI tools can also offer suggested code fixes, automating the process of generating patches, significantly reducing the time and effort required to fix vulnerabilities in codebases. By training models on vast repositories of secure codebases and best practices, developers can leverage AI-generated code snippets that adhere to security standards and avoid common vulnerabilities. This proactive approach not only reduces the likelihood of introducing security flaws but also accelerates the development process by providing developers with pre-tested and validated code components.

These tools can also adapt to different programming languages and coding styles, making them versatile tools for code security across various environments. They can improve over time as they continue to train on new data and feedback, leading to more effective and reliable patch generation.

The Human Element

It’s essential to note that while code fixes can be automated, human oversight and validation are still crucial to ensure the quality and correctness of generated patches. While advanced tools and algorithms play a significant role in identifying and mitigating security vulnerabilities, human expertise, creativity, and intuition remain indispensable in effectively securing applications.

Developers are ultimately responsible for writing secure code. Their understanding of security best practices, coding standards, and potential vulnerabilities is paramount in ensuring that applications are built with security in mind from the outset. By integrating security training and awareness programs into the development process, organizations can empower developers to proactively identify and address security issues, reducing the likelihood of introducing vulnerabilities into the codebase.

Additionally, effective communication and collaboration between different stakeholders within an organization are essential for AppSec success. While AI solutions can help to “close the gap” between development and security operations, it takes a culture of collaboration and shared responsibility to build more resilient and secure applications.

In a world where the threat landscape is constantly evolving, it’s easy to become overwhelmed by the sheer volume of tools and technologies available in the cybersecurity space. However, by focusing on prevention and finding vulnerabilities in code, organizations can trim the ‘fat’ of their existing security stack, saving an exponential amount of time and money in the process. At root-level, such solutions will be able to not only find known vulnerabilities and fix zero-day vulnerabilities but also pre-zero-day vulnerabilities before they occur. We may finally keep pace, if not get ahead, of evolving threat actors.

[captn1999]

John Titor Character Stories

The Mysterious Genius The year was 1975. IDM's CEO, Frank was on his way to the office with a grim look on his face. Although the development of the prototype had been completed over a year ago, they had reached a bottleneck and advanced poorly—its performance did not meet Frank's expectations. They had less than 7 months before shipping out the product.

"You look terrible," Frank's secretary told him. "When one day you're in my position, that pretty little face of yours will look just like mine," Frank mumbled weakly from the backseat of the car.

They soon reached the entrance to the company, where they found a few people who looked like engineers in an altercation with a girl. "What are those idiots making a fuss about this time? Can someone just stop them ...?" Before Frank finished the sentence, he heard a cold, robotic curse coming out of the girls' mouth, "4675636B206F666621596F75207069656365206F66207368697421!" ("Fuck off! You piece of shit!")

"... She's right. She's the one!" "You-you handle the formalities. We need her!" "I want her to be my chief engineer!"

7 months later, IDM 5100 was launched.

Balderdash: First decipher attempt June 16 Rain The civil war is awful! Day in, day out, the urbanites and the country folks fight each other. Even the children in the parish were forced to take up guns and fight for the countryside. Come on. They can barely hold the guns up!

Jan 29 Snow The Olympics were canceled this year. It's obvious that the world is a complete mess and nobody cares about sportsmanship anymore. I doubt there will be any more official Olympic games in my lifetime ...

Dec 24 Fog Christmas Eve is no longer peaceful. CJD and genetically modified food are destroying our world. Why would mankind continue to pay tribute to God's holiday while they are tampering with His rules?

…

Judging from the deciphered content, this is the subject's diary. However, since the content is most likely fictional and its authenticity cannot be proved, the conclusion is that this is entirely the product of the subject's imagination. Her identity also cannot be determined at this stage.

49276d204a6f686e 205469746f72 (I’m John Titor) Pandora Wilson: Hi, Miss Titor. It's a great honor to talk to you, the chief engineer of IDM. John Titor: 536176652069742c676f20746f 2074686520706f696e742e. (Save it, go to the point.) Pandora Wilson:… Let's start the interview then. I heard you developed this IDM5100 all by yourself, is that true? John Titor: 596561682e416c6c206279206d 7973656c662e. (Yeah. All by myself.) Pandora Wilson: Hmm … that's truly remarkable. You are indeed a genius, don't you think that of yourself? John Titor: 596f75206265742e446f6e27742 0636f6d70617265206d6520776974682074686520666f6f6c732e. (You bet. Don't compare me with the fools.) Pandora Wilson: … With all due respect, could you speak human language? John Titor: 5374757069642c61726520796f 7520616c736f206f6e65206f662074686f7365206964696f74733f. (Stupid, are you also one of those idiots? ) Pandora Wilson: Quick question, what is the factorization of RSA-155? John Titor: 3950587458326514452641976 7800614 … Pandora Wilson: Fine, fine. Looks like she's truly a genius, if not anything else …

[swldx]

7440Khz 1259 14 APR 2024 - RNZ PACIFIC (NEW ZEALAND) in ENGLISH from RANGITAIKI. SINPO = 55344. English, s/on w/bellbird int. until pips and news @1300z anchored by Peter McIlwaine. Iran launched explosive drones and fired missiles at Israel in its first direct attack on Israeli territory, a retaliatory strike that raised the threat of a wider regional conflict, as the US pledged "ironclad" backing for Israel. Israel's military spokesperson, Rear Admiral Daniel Hagari, said Iran launched dozens of ground-to-ground missiles at Israel, most of them intercepted outside Israeli borders. They included more than 10 cruise missiles, he said. The Iranian salvo of more than 200 drones and missiles caused light damage to one Israeli military facility, Hagari said. The Israeli military later said it was not advising any residents to prepare to take shelter. This revision of an earlier alert appeared to signal the end of the threat. Iran warned Israel and the United States on Sunday of a much larger response if there is any retaliation for its mass drone and missile attack on Israeli territory overnight, as Israel said "the campaign is not over yet". NSW Police are investigating if Joel Cauchi was targeting women when he murdered six people, including Ashlee Good, Jade Young, Dawn Singleton, Pikria Darchia and Faraz Tahir, during a nightmarish stabbing spree in Sydney. The Queensland man entered the busy Bondi Junction Westfield shopping centre around 3.10 pm on Saturday afternoon, the first day of school holidays, and took a large knife from his backpack, before killing five women and one man. The RSA is describing the bashing of a war memorial near Waipukurau as a senseless act of vandalism. The bronze plaque on the front of the memorial at Hātuma has been struck several times and severely damaged. RSA spokesman Peter Jackson said it was unbelievable that anyone could have so little respect for the community members who served and gave their lives in the first and second world wars. He said it would not be possible to fix the plaque by Anzac Day. A Woman having difficulty getting disability benefits for Long COVID says all of these cases need personal case worker assigned as the process takes too long. Sports. @1303z trailer for RNZ "Legacy" @1304z Weather Forecast: Morning fog then mainly fine with possible rain in the evening. @1305z "All Night Programme" anchored by Peter McIlwaine. Backyard gutter antenna, Etón e1XM. 100kW, beamAz 35°, bearing 240°. Received at Plymouth, MN, United States, 12912KM from transmitter at Rangitaiki. Local time: 0759.

[fumikomiyasaki]

💥🐸 with James and Carol.......froggies in love

Under a spell

🐸  ─  turn into a frog💥 for the spell to backfire and affect both our muses !

For once NRC and RSA students had to work together in an exchange event on some spells... given Carol and James both were prett magicless at this point they decided to work one of those spells that are able to do only via the cauldron.

Carefully Carol prepared the ingredients and gave James some instructions. However even if they did it all well... one Person wanted to Sabotage the thing... Barry swapped Out one of their ingredients so Carol wouldn't want to work with James on this anymore... in hopes he had a better Chance...

As they completed the spell... James was supposed to be the one to cast it but a sudden small Explosion incased both him and Carol suddenly... and so the other students spotted two frogs croaking around.

Barry sighing. "This isn't what I wanted."

Kaeru behind him picked the two up and glared at him.

"Guess we know who to blame for this one. Don't worry you two... we will find a way to get you back to normal."

And so given the staff continued to scold Barry Kaeru placed the two on a nearby table and opened a book...

"Antidote antidote... hmm loves true kiss... unsure If that work in this situation... maybe a tonic."

Both of then croaked in response as frog Carol suddenly stared blankly from James... she suddenly as Kaeru turned around tried to kiss James and suddenly the Fog appeared again... both of them sitting on the table bright Red.

"Oh maybe it was only a temporary potion... interesting."

"T-that must be it, right." Carol answered pretty nervous... still a blushing mess as James scratched His Head.

"I just hope they punish that blonde douche for it... "

"They will don't worry but its good to have you two back. Why are you so red though? Side effect?"

"I-It's nothing really."

As Kaeru left James shortly stopped Carol and smiled.

"Thank you."

"No worries I just... I had to at least try it... I didn't plan on staying a frog forever."

In return he places a kiss on her forehead before both left with a warm smile.

[traumxrei-archive]

Ok! I've got it! I've decided that I'd like to request Jamil for #5! 😤 I am looking forward to reading all of these!!!! -Jamil Lover anon

【 danse macabre (a dance with death) 】

prompt #5: It’s time to fight an overblotted person and if he don’t tell them something now, he might not live to tell them later

gender neutral! prefect, includes overblot spoilers for book 5, 600 followers event (closed)

author's note: HELLO JAMIL LOVER ANON !! so sorry that it took this long for me to put this out hhh i wanted to wait for book 5 to finish before finally publishing this,,,,truthfully it's been sitting half-finished for a long while before i finally finished it today ^^ i hope you enjoy it nonetheless ^^

[ or read it on ao3 (coming soon) ]

Blot.

Jamil knew the touch of blot more intimately than others. He had felt it upon his own skin, myriads of black ink webbing around his body; giving way for his anger and resentment to burst forth. He remembered the monster that loomed over him, one borne of greed that would take and take and take until he was left an empty shell with no magic left to give.

Now there was no denying that Jamil saw the signs. The furrow in Vil's brow that never seemed to go away. The tick of irritation in his jaw whenever the word "beautiful" was uttered towards his rival. The venom dripping from his mouth as he exchanged pleasantries with the RSA student— who really genuinely thought they were friends.

It was pitiful; almost akin to seeing a mirror of himself just months ago. Struggling to walk the line of right and wrong. Struggling to hold in all the deeply seeded emotions. Struggling to breathe correctly without feeling suffocated.

So when he saw Kalim running for the dressing rooms, he made his move and just prayed that nothing too bad would happen. Especially since the Prefect wouldn't be able to protect themself from any of Vil's curses.

Snake Whisper proved to be useful once again, and that Neige LeBlanche kid? Even if he was a pretty face, his magical abilities didn't hold a candle to anyone from NRC he met so far. It was too easy to manipulate him into gathering the crowd, easier still to shout of Neige performing outside and to convince the first years of the necessary actions to be taken.

Jamil got on top of the magic carpet, speeding into the hallway. An instinctive fear washed over him as he felt a strong pulse of magic close to where he knew everyone would be.

Purple fog slowly rolled out of the hallway, and Jamil could see four figures standing in front of dressing rooms, but he was already too late. Whatever Rook and Kalim had said, it only seemed to quicken the effects of blot that had already taken root somewhere deep inside of the third year.

Jamil watched as that inky blackness seemed to drip out of Vil, enveloping him like a cape, golden feather protruding from his head as he laughed; frantic and freed. This was worse that he could've ever expected.

"Hop on!" He yelled, grabbing Grim by the scruff as the others clambered onto the carpet. He went as fast as he could, away from the stinging dizziness of the fog and into the coliseum's vast center.

His three passengers were still coughing as they got off the magic carpet. Jamil rummaged through his pockets, taking out some simple all-cures he had made.

"Kalim!" He tossed two at his ward and Rook, before approaching the Prefect and Grim, who somehow looked worse than ever. "Drink these. They're all-cures and should get rid of the poison's effects temporarily."

The Prefect smiled; a shadow of their usual smile, but they thanked him nonetheless, "Thanks, Jamil. I knew Vil disliked Neige, but...it seemed that his dislike ran a lot deeper than I expected."

"Yes, well," Jamil pulled them up to their feet. "We never know what a person is going through after all." Good, the color was returning to their face. Even Grim looked more like himself when he complained about how bitter the potion was.

"We have to evacua— Eh? All the people are gone?" Kalim tilted his head and Jamil resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Just how many years have I followed you around?" Jamil wrung out his hands, feeling a slight headache as he kept up his unique magic's effects. "I had everyone evacuated with the help of the first years."

As if on cue, the three first years made their way back, voicing their concerns of a purple fog around the coliseum. Jamil cursed under his breath. He knew that the stretch of power between him and a third-year student would've been different, but to think Vil was capable of trapping them so quickly—!

A loud boom sounded before chunks of rock came flying out from the hallway where Vil was left. It seemed that he wouldn't be going down without a fight.

"The hell's happenin'?" Epel shouted as the ground shook, stones cracking under the sheer pressure of Vil's magic.

"Save the explanations for later!"Jamil shouted, tightening his grip on the Prefect's wrist. "First, let's dodge his attacks!"

It was fitting that he said that, because right after, Vil launched a large orb of magic right at them. Jamil jumped to the right, dragging the Prefect with him. The resounding boom of the attack left a crater in the ground, scattering dust and rocks into the air as if it was nothing.

He scrambled to get behind a bigger chunk of debris, wincing at the scrapes he got as he sat up, "Hey, are you okay?"

"'M fine," They said, the dust already caking their clothes. "I should've said something earlier..."

"You couldn't have avoided this outcome," Jamil said cautiously, peeking over the rock to see the others frantically dodging Vil's attacks. "Now, please look at me."

The Prefect kept their eyes closed for a moment, "If I do look at you, please don't use your unique magic on me."

"Prefe—"

"I can't just...run away while you guys are forced to fight." Jamil felt a rise of searing anger at the base of his throat. How could they be so stupidly unaware? Even if they were there, there wasn't much they could do to help considering their severe lack of magic.

Then he remembered the stubborn set of their eyes as they fought against him, not once backing down from his spells nor the hypnotized students flocking around them. Even if the students from Octavinelle were dubious at best, they had stuck by them throughout the whole of the overblot. And he realized then and there that was nothing that could convince them to do otherwise for this overblot, especially not when their closest friends were involved.

"You..." Jamil pressed a hand to his brow. "I won't use my magic on you. Instead, you promise to stick close to me so I can at least protect y—"

There was a loud crash as magic collided with magic, and he could see Rook's light magic tangling with the darkness of Vil's tainted spells. Jamil dragged himself behind one of the stone pillars, breathing out harshly as he faced them.

They were looking at him now; properly meeting his eyes in a show of trust that somehow made Jamil's heart ache. And he faintly wondered if he would have another chance like this. What if this battle were to be his last? Could he really let them go without at least...saying something?

"...Prefect, I..." Jamil for once, was at a loss for words. What do you say to someone who mattered? Someone who mattered so much that it even hurt to think of being without them.

What would you say to someone who you might be seeing for the last time?

"I..."

The words wouldn't come. He was stupid to think that they would come easily, especially after he spent so long denying it himself. He met their eyes once more, and he faintly wondered how he looked to them. Was it pathetic, to hide away like this when everyone else was out there fighting?

"Jamil," His eyes met theirs. "You're...shaking."

He...was? Him? He brought a hand to his face, and found that yes, he was shaking. The grip on his sleeve tightened just a little bit.

"Are you exerting yourself too much?" Their voice continued. "You're still using your magic on Neige. And..."

There was a hand covering his, and when he looked up there was this gut-wrenching smile on their face, "I know. You don't have to say it here."

Jamil frowned, "But—"

"We won't die," The way they said it was so firm. Like they had utmost confidence in their words and their words only. "You can tell me after, I'll...I'll pretend I didn't know."

His throat burned as he swallowed, "I just...don't think I can leave without saying it. I like you," Jamil shook his head, holding onto their hand lightly. "No, it's more than that, I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want to lose you."

"I won't get hurt," There it was. That conviction once again. "You promised that you'd protect me. So let's go." They were right. He knew they were and yet he couldn't help but want to hold on to this just a little longer. Just for a little while.

"Okay," He said, drawing in a deep breath. "Let's beat some sense back into Vil-senpai. And we'll talk again."

"Right," They nodded, taking his hand and pulling them both into the fray of battle. Jamil pulled out his magic pen, immediately putting up a barrier as Vil launched another attack.

"Oi! What took you!?" Ace asked as he dodged more rubble.

"It seems trying to convince this one to leave is an impossible task," Jamil said, hoping that he sounded more calm than he was.

"Of course! My henchman's not the type to leave people behind!" Grim said, clinging onto the Prefect like a leech.

"Let's get Vil-senpai back," They said with a squeeze to his hand. "And after we'll have a grand afterparty, and we'll make him treat us."

"I second that!" Kalim said, looking as bright as ever even with the current situation. "Let's host it at the practice room!" Jamil inwardly sighed, knowing that the responsibility for cleaning up would somewhat fall onto him.

He felt lighter, even as he let go of their hand to take a more offensive stance, "Remember your promise."

"Yessir, I'll stick to you like glue."

"This isn't the time for..." Jamil had to turn his head to hide his smile. "Nevermind. Let's just get this over with."

He set his sights towards the blot-riddled Vil.

Blot.

Jamil knew the touch of blot more intimately than others. He would never let it happen again. He wouldn't let this overblot end everything. Not when he had something that he chose to protect. And especially not when he finally had feelings that were finally his own.

thank you for reading this...kind of fluff, kind of angsty jamil fic !! i hope you enjoyed, and if you'd like to see more, go on to my masterlists :DD

[pookacangetit]

Disney Song! Yuu [Disney Songs Edition: I See the Light- Wait That's Fire]

Ah yes, the princely counterparts to NRC who deserves their time to shine and the opportunity to kidnap the Ramshackle prefect over to their school. A play is held; a prince arrives to the competition; and wars are declared within the walls of RSA.

MASTERLIST

RSA was holding its annual culture festival with the common sense to not invite any NRC students who weren't the Ramshackle prefect after last year's incident - it involved the impossible teamwork of all the dorms; some RSA students scarred and traumatized for life; some other RSA students declaring war on NRC; and a pissed Yuu who whacked all the culprits hard with a broom.

Principal Ambrose, sensing an opportunity, hired Yuu to be in their school's play with Neige in the lead role.

"I'm so excited to be working with you, Yuu!" Neige chirped as the pair walked past several RSA students, the sound of choking and bodies hitting the ground followed the duo as they made their way to the stage.

Yuu grinned, an arm hooked to the shorter boy's as they leaned further in, "Me too, you look great in your costume by the way."

Neige's porcelain skin became crimson in an instant as he shyly answered back, "T-thank you."

Yuu wasn't lying, Neige looked absolutely charming in his male-version of the Snow White costume with a crown on his head to complete the look. Compared to him, Yuu looked like a potato if you asked them.

Neige however, could tell you he was spell-bound the moment he saw Yuu. The Ramshackle prefect wore a stunning purple dress with golden flowery lace decorating the hems.

Colourful flowers were braided into Yuu hair, it made Neige imagined Yuu as a beautiful nymph who graced him with a visit, a dance, and a ring if possible.

Neige blushed heavily at his own thoughts, sparing a glance at Yuu once again before he looked away.

"Come on, the play's starting soon!"

To say the least, Vil wasn't a happy camper the moment Rook recruited him for the so-called 'rescue mission'. He didn't want to see LeBlanche and most of all, he didn't want to see his potato close to LeBlanche of all people.

The mission? Infiltrate RSA to rescue Yuu from the dastardly clutches of Neige and Principal Ambrose.

"Those fake princes! Trying to steal our prefect to their school by looking cool!" Azul hissed.

He quieted down the second Yuu stepped onstage for their part, so did the rest of them as Yuu appeared beneath the dazzling lights.

All those days watching from the windows~

All those years outside looking in~

Vil frowned as the surroundings became a starless sky filled with bright lanterns, crystal waters echoing the beauty of the night replaced the floor and shocked many who expected to fall.

All at once everything looks different~

Now that I see you~

As always the prefect made everything look beautiful- except for that ugly stain known as Neige who was lovingly staring at the prefect as part of his role. The adoration in his eyes made something ugly twist in Vil's stomach.

It looked too genuine to be acting.

The vile feeling strangling his insides grew when Neige started to sing.

All those days chasing down a daydream~

All those years living in a blur~

All that time never truly seeing~

Things, the way they were~

Vil let out a hiss, "They're duetting?!"

Azul broke the pen he was holding, "That sly principal- he's trying to manipulate Yuu using Neige!!"

Riddle didn't spare any sympathy as he stared at the Octavinelle dorm leader, "Don't you do that too?"

"T-that's different!"

And at last I see the light~

And it's like the fog has lifted~

And at last I see the light~

And it's like the sky is new~

"Guys we have a problem!" Ortho whispered, flying towards them with a panicked look, "I stole the play's script and there's a final scene afterwards between Neige and the prefect and- and-"

"IT'S A KISS SCENE!!"

A stone dropped in Vil's gut. No, absolutely not.

"Rook." The cold, poisonous tone in Vil's voice terrified everyone who heard him, "Bring the potato back before they get sullied."

Rook nodded before he disappeared.

And it's warm and real and bright~

And the world has somehow shifted~

All at once everything is different~

Now that I see you~

Neige and Yuu leaned closer as per the script.

Now that I see you-

CRASH!!

The loud destruction interrupted the play as people suddenly ran out from behind the curtains, "FIRE, GET OUT OF THE THEATER, THERE'S A FIRE!!"

Chaos erupted.

Azul and the remaining NRC students stared at a smug Vil, "Did you... plan this beforehand?"

The dorm leader of Pomefiore smiled, "I had Rook test out some of my new experiments."

Neige: ... Beau, we're best friends right?

Beau: Of course! We even had a duet to be brothers-in-all-but-blood :D

Neige: Ok! The thing is, I like the Ramshackle prefect too and I want to court them

Beau: ...

Beau: *threateningly holds up book* Excuse me?

Neige: This is my declaration of war!! :3

[starry-night-rose]

“Wanna go stargazing? I heard the sky is full of them tonight!” “Isn’t the sky always full of stars Hoshiko?”

Character Playlists / Character Inspirations

Full Name(s): Hikari Itsuki & Hoshiko Itsuki

Nicknames: Star Kids (Kisumi by @windbornearchon ) Koko & Kar (also by Kisumi) the fun twins (Neige)

V/A: Kakihara Tetsuya (Japanese) Patrick Pedraza (English) Ueda Kana (Japanese) Jenny Yokobori (English)

!Twisted from the Little Twin Stars!

Age: 17

Birthday: June 7th

Horoscope: Gemini

Species: Human

Gender: Male (Hikari) Female (Hoshiko)

Pronouns: He/they (Hikari) She/they (Hoshiko)

Height: 168 cm (Hikari) 169 cm (Hoshiko)

Hair Color: Baby Blue (Hikari) Baby Pink (Hoshiko)

Eye Color: Baby Pink (Hikari) Baby Blue (Hoshiko)

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

Homeland: Shaftlands

Family: Unnamed Mother, Unnamed Father, Unnamed Aunt, Unnamed Cousins

Dominant Hand: Right (Hikari) Left (Hoshiko)

Dormitory: Sanwaii (belongs to @twsted-princess )

School Year: 2nd Year

Class: 2-C (No.12 & No.14)

Best Class(es): Astrology, Flying, Animal Linguistics,

Worst Class(es): Magical History, Swimming

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

Favorite Food(s): Konpeitō, Grapes, Cherries

Least Favorite Food(s): Radishes, Pickled Cabbage

Hobbies: Fishing, Reading, Robotics (Hikari) Drawing, Writing Poetry, Printmaking (Hoshiko)

Dislikes: Fog, Starless Nights, Sand (Hoshiko) Waking up early, Cobwebs, Dust (Hikari)

Talent(s): Sketching, Cooking, Telling Jokes (Hoshiko) Inventing things, Listening, Writing Jokes (Hikari)

Sexuality: Bisexual

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Personalities: Inseparable from birth, Hoshiko and Hikari are always seen together no matter the circumstances! Hoshiko tends to act more shy and timid around people she doesn’t know but after a bit, she warms up to others to show off a bubbly and positive personality! Hikaru tends to be more stoic and serious than his sister but deep down, he’s just as energetic and positive as his sister! Hoshiko is a complete dreamer while Hikari tends to be the more realistic one but does have his moments of dreaming. People tend to see Hoshiko as the more chaotic of the two but this is a lie! Both of them are equally chaotic, Hoshiko just doesn’t see a need to hide it! The twins are both major pranksters and enjoy playfully messing with others! Both of the twins are friendly to all, including their enemies! They both just wish for people they love to be happy at the end of the day!

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Backstory: Hikari and Hoshiko were born in a small town in the Shaftlands to two loving parents. Both of their parents were astronomers and so from an early age, the twins were exposed to the world of space and stars! As kids, the twins were quite shy and mostly hung out with one another, a trait that was carried on throughout their childhood. A bit later on in their childhood, the twins tried to not be as clingy to each other and to branch out from one another. Thought it took a while, the twins started to be seen as two separate people instead of a set! Though there still are times where they’re in perfect sync, they have their own hopes, dreams, and quirks! Later on in life, the both of them were accepted into RSA and sorted into Sanwaii.

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Trivia!

You can never find one twin without the other! They seem to be inseparable!

Hikari is typically the one who writes the jokes while Hoshiko is the one to deliver them!

The twins came to hate radishes after their mother made a large stew made of radishes and they had to eat it for an entire month

The matching earrings they wear were a gift from their parents on their 14th birthday!

They’ve been best friends with fellow dorm mate Kisumi since day one at RSA!

Hikari typically acts as the distraction while Hoshiko is the one who pulls off a prank!

Hoshiko always seems to have a permanent grin while Hikari seems to have a permanent frown

Both of them don’t have a unique magic yet but they are working on discovering one!

[pulchinelle]

Name: Duncan 'Ignitus' Phato

Voice Actor: Hiro Shimono (JP)

Nickname/s: Dunc, Prince Ignitus (official title)

Twisted from: Merida (Brave)

Gender & pronouns: Male,he/him

Age: 19

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: 10th December

Star sign: Saggitarius

Hair colour: Fire Red

Eye colour: caramel brown and sky blue

Height:186 cm

Distinguishing feature/s: freckles, heterocromia,

Homeland: Woven fog Islands

Family:

-Queen Brigida (mother)

-King Grifin (father)

-Yrse, Mishka, Urse (little siblings, all 10 years old)

Personality: A rebellious prince with a fierce personality, Duncan seems to have a talent for causing trouble without meaning to. He is very outgoing and loyal to his friends, although he does have trouble showing his affection at times and he may argue with them over tiny things since he's very hot-headed. He can also be reckless in his pursuit for adventures, he still is protective over his friends and prefers to risk alone.

Affiliation: RSA

Occupation: Student, Heir to the throne

Dorm: TBA

Grade: 2nd year

Best subject: Ancient curses

Club: TBA

Favorite food: Tarts

Likes: Horseriding, practising with his bow, hearing myths/legends

Dislikes: strict and snobby people

Hobbies: hunting

Habits: eating his nails when distracted

Alignment : Chaotic good

Talents: wood carving

Trivia:

•Although Duncan he's a prince, he hates being called by any nobility titles

•He has tons of books about hexes and counter spells, including a few about magical creatures around Twisted Wonderland

•Despite seeming uninterested in classes, he never misses one

•Is very fond of bears , there are many in the wild forests in his homeland

•He a,so loves wearing synthetic furs

•Duncan knows everything about etiquette, though he never uses it

• His biw is a gift from his father, and if you take a closer look you'll find intricate decorations

•He knows how to carve wood bpth from learning from his mentor and the sewing skills he learned from his mother

•Hasn't discovered his Unique Magic yet

[adrianasunderworld]

I've had this idea for a potential plotline for Nyla for a while and it involves her family.

Malleus tells Miss Yuu/Isabelle that he has to return to Briar Valley for a few days to attend a funeral. A man by the title of Lord Drake passed away very recently due to health issues. He had served the royal family faithfully for many centuries and Malleus must go and pay his respects. Something about that name sounds awfully familiar and Yuu asks if he related to Nyla Drake, to which Malleus and Lilia confirm that Nyla is his granddaughter. Despite the fact that girls are not friends, Yuu feels sympathy because a death in the family is a devastating thing.

Across the bay at the White Ash Institute, Yuus assumptions are correct. Nyla gets a call from her father about the news and something in her breaks. Nyla only ever had two people in her family she could rely on and that is her father and grandfather, and now one of them is gone. Nyla has never been good at regulating her emotions. Now Nylas reign of terror at White Ash is worse. Everyone steers clear of her now, because they know something is wrong. Nyla is meaner, she's shorter tempered, she isn't talking to anyone. The only people who know the extent of what is going on with her is Trixie and Clara. Clara is trying to get her to talk to a counselor or even just her to help with her grief. Trixie as only real friend is the only one who has seen Nyla lay in her bed staring at the wall, clutching a doll that her grandfather had given her. It's like this in the days leading up to the funeral.

Meanwhile at RSA, Nylas step brother Henry hears the news in passing from Nylas mother over video call. To which he asks when they are going to pay their respects. He may not have known Lord Drake, but to Henry it only makes sense to be there for his sister, right? To which their mother replies they are not going. She didn't have a good relationship with the Drake's and Nyla has her father, the Edwards don't need to go. To which Henry finally is coming out of the fog of how his parents treat Nyla.

Back in Briar Valley, Nyla is running on autopilot. The only people that come to give their condolences that stand out to her are Yuu and Henry. She truly is surprised they were here at all, they had no relationship to her grandfather, so why were they here? The answer was for her.

Nyla hates the feeling of people looking down on or feeling sorry for her, but in this one moment she didn't mind, and allowed the two people that irritated her most to comfort her. And thats the beginning of Nyla opening up to Yuu and Henry.

[floral-poisons]

How you meet for crewel and Crowley plz

Fluff

happy to provide!! considering we don't know much about crowley so far, i'm making the meet-cute more recent (in terms of like the current story i guess? idk i started writing this at 3 am). i went with like an abbott elementary type of thing with crowley.

also the image is wanderer above the sea of fog (1818) created by casper david friedrich.

DIRE CROWLEY

you decided a vacation was necessary for you. working at the royal sword academy was super stressful. it looked all pristine on the outside but you’d argue that the school had just as many problems, if not more, than the rival school nrc.

they were just better at hiding it especially since the school had their fair share of celebrities.

also when were you going to get promoted? it was kind of ridiculous how rsa was ran by another ambrose and the school just kept going with this tradition—

“thinking terrible thoughts, are we?”

“gah!” you almost spat out your drink, shivers running up your body. a man in a bird mask was sitting next to you.

“oh my bad. my students have a habit of telling me that i pop out if nowhere.” he chuckles.

“my students tell me something similar actually.” you sigh. “i’m not thinking terrible thoughts. i’m just thinking when i will get a promotion at my job. it’s ridiculous how a line of nepo babies basically means i will never be promoted to headmage!!”

“oh. you’re going for a headmage position? where exactly do you work at?”

“royal sword academy. run by the great ambrose the 63rd.” there was sarcasm dripping in your voice. “i’ve been at this position for over 10 years now!”

“what exactly if your position?”

“alchemy professor. and sometimes pr management.” you take a sip of your drink. “i specifically got my degree in education to be a headmage and here i am, a professor of alchemy.”

“i don’t think it’s all bad. besides, being a headmage is stressful. it requires a lot of generosity.” he leans back in his seat before putting a hand out. “dire crowley.”

you shake it. “(y/n) (l/n).”

“i’m the headmage of night raven college.”

DIVUS CREWEL

potionology was not your strong suit. it was always your weakest subject and you consistently did poorly in the class. well, not this year!! your second year at nrc would be different!

except the change you wanted didn’t happen overnight. instead, you seemed to get worse as each day in the semester went on.

usually you kept to yourself and you didn’t exactly talk to your lab partner. you also never asked for help because you were taught asking for help was a sign of weakness.

“hey!! hey are you listening!!!”

you look up and it just registers that there’s a boy your age snapping his fingers at you. he had quite the unique appearance with his split hair. your eyes glanced at the logo on his coat. pomefiore.

pomefiore students expected to be the center of attention 24/7 huh?

“i am not. i can do this myself.” you scoff.

“then you’re being ridiculous because you used the ingredients in the wrong order and considering your reputation last semester, i don’t think you’d want to make it worse.”

your face immediately grew hot. “excuse me!!”

“you’re terrible at potionology, even more so terrible at working alone, and your lack of precision and grace in this subject sickens me.” he crosses his arms. “i’m supposed to be your lab partner but i guess you don’t care enough about my own grade since we’re being graded as a pair. this is what i get for being partnered with you.”

“what is that supposed to mean!” you were angry, angry enough to throw the cauldron at him. how snobby!

“you literally have a reputation for causing people’s grades to fall in potionology because you refuse to communicate and you’re horrible at it and whatever you’re doing to study clearly isn’t working.”

your mouth was left gaping open at the fact that he had the audacity to talk to you like that. but more so that he was right. “i…”

“so are you going to listen to me and let me help you? i’m literally the top student in potionology.” he scoffs.

“i…sure.” you scoot aside to let him into the space and immediately he dumps the whole potion.

“we’re going to have to start over and if you wanna pass, listen to what i have to say and follow my instructions. got it?”

“yeah…”

“the name’s divus, by the way. divus crewel.”

[twst-the-night-away]

❝ you taught me what love is … and what it means. ❞

As I scream silently into my pillow and dream of SparkyJo

Even at this late hour, the Old Sage diner was full of customers - mostly students from NRC and RSA, who were surprisingly not snapping at each other. The diner had long since been determined to be a neutral ground, and the owner was famous for kicking out anyone who caused trouble.

In a corner booth by the rain-fogged window, a couple sat, waiting on their order. Sparky and Joker had been there many times before as NRC students. They'd graduated a few years ago, but the old stomping ground still called to them as they walked back from their movie date. Drying off and having some good diner food sounded like a good way to cap things off.

Sparky watched, grinning, as the double order of chili cheese fries arrived. Joker's eyes lit up, and she took in a deep sniff of the spicy, cheesy aroma they gave off. He couldn't help but laugh at the dreamy look on her face.

"Why, Joker, you almost look like you're in love."

"Mmph." There was already a fry in Joker's mouth, but it had been hotter than she'd expected, so she huffed a few times before chewing. After a swallow of her drink, she grinned back at Sparky.

"I seem to remember a certain cute curly-haired boy telling me once that he loved these chili cheese fries more than life itself."

Sparky laughed and picked out a fry that looked particularly cheesy, but he lingered for a moment, watching Joker before he took a bite.

"Well, that boy didn't really know much about that word back then."

"No?"

Joker looked across at Sparky, and her big brown eyes made his heart melt like the cheese on the pile of fries before them. He nudged her foot under the table with his, and got a nudge back.

"Well. I mean." Sparky shrugged. "It's a big word, you know. I didn't find out how big it really was until later."

Joker put her chin in her hands. The fries could wait.

"How'd you figure it out, then?"

The expectation sparkled in her eyes. Sparky couldn't help but chuckle. He knew Joker always liked hearing the words, even if they were still kind of new for him to say. He reached out for her free hand and gave it a squeeze.

"You taught me what love is. And what it means."

Another squeeze.

"And I'm never gonna waste a big word like that on something like chili cheese fries again."

[sherbet-shark]

Hi, Sherbet! I hope you are doing well. 😊 What are your characters’ hobbies?

~What to do?~

Author’s note: AAAAAAAAA SONGGGGG THAMK YOU FOR ASKING AAAAAAA MY BABIES

Here’s the link to my Oc’s masterlist

Monica’s hobbies are Equestrian and research about TWST. Her love for equestrian came from the fact her adoptive family enrolled her to horse ridding lessons and now is one of her passions. The ravenette’s research is more of “I want to go back home,” but she does indulge herself into myths of the various places in Twisted Wonderland. However, due to her being dragged into a lot situations (overblot, 1st yr trouble etc.) and being a student her studies haven’t been fruitful.

Zane loves loves adventure! Fredrick loves the idea of exploring areas full of potential danger and finding things. It doesn’t even have to be of any “valuable.” He views adventuring as a way to stay planted in the present and more or less jumps right into the groove of this strange world. He’s still longs to go home after being ripped away but he doesn’t see a point of wallowing. Zane also loves to make his nachos when he’s particularly homesick.

Shu is the RSA Magic History professor and part-time performer in the small town of Isle of Sages. Shu’s way of educating is through actively interacting with his students rather than lecturing monotonously, but he’s not one to take any disrespect. His teaching takes the majority of his time, along with grading papers and faculty meetings. But when he does go down to the town and use his UM for exciting his shows. He finds no shame in being a part-time performer and is more invigorated when his students wave to him and ask.

His side job is like the scene from “The Painted Lady” Avatar, the last air bender. Creating heavy fog to tell stories with his solo act or a trope.

Leif’s hobbies are taking care of his mice and sewing, albeit clumsily, but he tries. The first year is quite busy with his studies, but he tries to excel in all of them, particularly animal linguistics. He's not the greatest, however, only genuinely shining in his ability to speak to his mice friends. Besides that, he finds animals more enjoyable to be around than humans and thus created an animal-loving club at RSA. The young blond also writes letters to his beloved grandpa, Trein Mozus, to stay in touch.

Rosealio loves playing pretend with his stuffed Dodo and his sisters. Also, he loves when his mother recites fairytales!! Another thing this young boy loves is FaceTiming with his sisters to their older brother Tiflo!! Because Tiflo is an NRC student, he hardly sees the eldest, and they try to FaceTime once a week. Due to this also being Rosealio first year attending kindergarten, he’s apprehensive there but puts on a brave face as long as he has Captain Dodo! The white-haired child has a bad habit of hogging all of Tiflo’s attention from his other sister, Vitta, which makes them bicker a lot too. But what can you do with little ones? (-_-')

Tagging: @rrasado (-///-) your rosebud-

[withastolenlantern]

She shook his hand goodbye, and walked away down the rain-slicked streets. The fog had deepened since they entered the bar, throwing oddly shaped shadows across the wharf. Still dizzy with too much to drink, she walked the long route back to her flat along the quays and dockyards to clear her head. 

Her feet slid on the slick cobblestones of the street, her imbalance a product of both the wet and the whiskey. She paused to collect herself, straddling a damp railing along the coastal sea wall and staring out into the twilight. The night was quiet, the only ambient sound the crashing of the waves against the rocky Welsh coast.  Somewhere out to sea, a dull green light pulsed from a buoy, and she heard the low rumble of a horn from an incoming freighter. 

A wet streak descended down her cheek, quickly followed by another. She gazed up confused, as she could have sworn the rain had stopped. After a few seconds she was startled to realize that they were tears, not rain. They came on rapidly as the earlier storm; a light drizzle giving way to a deluge as she slowly unraveled and surrendered to the downburst. It had been a long time since she’d unburned herself so freely to anyone, and a bubble of mixed emotions welled up in her chest as she sobbed, nearly retching into the fescue. 

She thought of her father, lying cold and sterile in his casket, an RSA flag overlaid across the propped lid. It had seemed unreal, at the time; his skin was waxy with preservatives, fed into his dress blues as one might stuff a sausage. She’d stood over the body, unbelieving, for a solid hour before the guests arrived for the memorial service. Her mother had pried her away from the dais to a seat near the back as she sat in a numb silence. A parade of mourners came to pay their respects, fellow officers and family friends and the parish minister. She nodded and smiled and pretended to be strong while her inner dialogue screamed at a high-pitched wail, blanking out all other noise. 

Chatham stood from the rail, wiping the tears from her cheeks with her coat sleeve. She thought that to anyone watching she would mirror her mother those many years ago, clearing her face with the sleeve of her funeral dress as she stood to thank the mourners for their support and steering them toward the parlor’s kitchen for a short reception. She’d never truly appreciated the woman’s silent strength until years later, and then with a heavy heart. Three years later the inspector had been on a bus to Pretoria and she’d never been back. Her mother was still there, in that same Cape Town bungalow, and would no doubt welcome her back with open arms at any time. But the pain was still too fresh, the loss to great, the silences too loud. Maybe someday she might return, but not now, and not soon. 

The moon slipped out from behind the clouds, illuminating the dark, undulating waves out toward the horizon. The ocean had always been most of the world, but the seas were growing  as the temperatures rose and the solid polar ice turned to liquid. She looked out across the dark, glassy water that formed both her bridge and barrier; squinting into the distance, she felt she could just about make out that home that every year felt metaphorically further away just as the environment made it physically so.