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Wang Yibo Weibo update 1.10.2024 See you at the finals

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[Club Activities - part 2]

Summary: Crowley keeps knocking at your door, quite literally, wanting to hear your club choice. You might as well get this over with.

Notes: gn!reader, humor, it's kinda long, reader is oblivious, mentions of minor injuries but in a funny way dw, it's the looong overdue pt2

Part: 1.0 / 2 (you're here!) / 2.5 (soon!)

"So, have you decided?"

Crowley stands by the doorway. He looks completely normal, a pleasant smile plastered on his lips. You blink, sluggish, resisting the urge to slam the door on his face.

"It's five a.m. on a sunday."

"Yes, that's correct, good to see you're keeping up with the passage of time."

You feel there's a jab aimed at you for taking your time on choosing a club. Or on answering the door. In your defense, Grim was sleeping on top of you and you didn't want to disturb his sleep. Nor yours. You were hoping the Headmaster would just give up and leave you alone, but instead he only knocked louder. 

"Well?"

"Uh..." You take a bit to remember the first thing he said. "No, I still have some meetings to go to."

"Were the sports clubs not to your liking? I'm sure you'd do well in one, should you put your efforts on it."

"Nah, I'll pass."

"I see. Then, you'll tell me your decision by the end of the week, yes?"

"Since when did we agree on this." It was a question, but with your drowsy state it just fell flat.

"Since now, of course! I was very kind to let you take so much time to chose a club, but you must understand I'm under some pressure as well to make sure you'll have the best possible education here. We can't afford to lose too much time!"

You blink again, your brain still sleepy. "Oh. Alright."

Crowley claps his hands in an excited manner. "Wonderful! I'll be eagerly waiting for your decision, then!"

Only as you watch his retreating back getting farther away that it finally registers just what you agreed on. You groan, closing the door and leaning against it.

Well, nothing to do about it now. You should really get onto it, anyway. Still, your break will be missed.

Film Research Club (Vil, Ortho platonically)

You had finally left the sports clubs behind, time to try something new, like arts!

Since you've worked with Vil at the SDC, you were already used to his strict personality and thought you'd be able to handle yourself pretty well. You might not have that much experience with acting but you did know how to pretend everything was ok and your life wasn't falling apart, so you think you might have potential.

It was quite surprising to see Ortho there, but the sight of your friend's welcoming eyes and cheer made you feel relieved, relaxing amidst the Pomefiore students. They were intimidating, though in a different way the guys from the Spelldrive club were. The latter looked like they could easily beat you to a pulp, while the former looked like they'd give you a disgusted stare and call you a peasant in such a condescending tone you'd implode on spot. They were all very pretty as well, but you wouldn't let that make you self conscious since you knew no one could beat Vil anyway.

Speaking of, Vil himself comes to speak with you and explain about the club with a professional conduct as he says that Crowley had warned him of your special situation and that he'd let you help out, since they always needed extra hands on deck. You got hopeful at that, perhaps it was time for you to shine and discover a hiden talent of yours! These daydreams are soon crushed as Vil puts you on backstage duty and turns around, having something or other to talk about with the other members.

Well. That was... not what you were expecting. Ortho explains that in order to enter the club as an actor, you must audition beforehand and prove yourself worthy. That makes sense, you guess, so you accept it with grace. Backstage work might not be as exciting as being on the actual stage, but you had Ortho by your side to make sure things won't be too dull. And a side of you wants to make Vil proud of your work, so you suck it up and ask Ortho to lead the way.

Ortho shows you around the set you'll be working on for the day. It's one of Pomefiore's dorm ballrooms, and it's huge. You look in awe at everything, even though it's a bit plain in terms of furniture, it's quite detailed. In moments like this you remember Pomefiore's dorm is a castle, as you feel the royalty emanating from the ceiling, with it's luxurious chandeliers, to the walls, with it's intricate golden patterns, even at the floor, by it's quality.

He teaches you how to operate the lights and sound for a bit while the actors decide on what they'll film that day. You feel just the tiniest bit of jealousy at them, especially because Vil seems to be very focused on everything they say. Ortho must notice this (of course he would), and tries to cheer you up. After all, you're his friend! He doesn't want you to feel bored at the club when there are so many insteresting things to do!

You move from the more technical parts and go to the storage room, where they keep most of the props and extra accessories. You explore it, looking at everything but not touching, not wanting to get in trouble if you break anything on accident. As you're looking at an old mirror, Ortho picks up one of the pink cowboy hats and puts it on your head. It looks goofy, not matching with your uniform at all, and it makes you laugh.

You retaliate by putting a pirate hat full of colorful feathers that's way too big on him. It slides down and covers his eyes, making him look like a little kid trying on their sibling's clothes. Not to mention the feathers, that also clash with his body's design. You both laugh and go to different directions, trying to find more things to put on.

Ortho ends up with a vivid red sash wrapped around his waist and a wooden rod in hands, while you've got a pink feather scarf around your neck and a hollow steel rod in hands. You stare down at each other from your sides of the room, pretending you're on one of those western cowboy movies, even acting like it too. You drawl out something about the town not being big enough for the two of you. Ortho goes along, putting up the worst pirate accent with his robotic voice and telling you to prepared to be boarded.

Between giggles, the two of you meet at the middle, your rods clashing as if they were swords. You make exaggerated moviments that would be impratical in any fight while dropping the most cliche lines you can think of. Ortho dodges your attacks in slow motion and retributes with his own, making it seem more like some funny dance than a sword fight.

You were having so much fun you kind of forgot you were there to do a job. You're quickly reminded as the door suddenly opens and you, startled, let the steel rod slip from your hands mid attack and hit the wall with a loud clang. There stands Vil, hands on his hips as he stares at the two of you with one arched eyebrow, an unimpressed look on his face even after almost being hit right on it. You're not looking the most dignified, with your whole attire. Nor is Ortho, which helps you to not feel alone on the receiving end of Vil's judgment.

The three of you leave the props behind and return to the main area. More precisely, to the actors' dressing room part. It's not an actual separate room, but rather a space of the ballroom reserved for this. Most have put on their costumes and are adjusting the finer details, Vil instructs you to help them while he sets up the stage.

You try your best, but every actor sends you a glare as you approach them, making you turn on your heels and try another one. And another. And another. You're not feeling very helpful. How you wish you could just ignore it like Ortho does. The only thing you actually do is helping zip up some clothes when they can't reach their backs and do it themselves. You don't dare to touch their hair or you feel they'd explode you with their minds. There is one instance when you have to lace a guy into a corset, but you get a bit confused with all the laces. Maybe it's like tying a shoe? You pull on it with too much force at first, leading him to complain at you the entire time. In your defense, you've never done this before! You tie it up with a cute lace at the end to make up for it and scurry away before he could release more of his wrath upon you. You settle on following Ortho around like a lost puppy.

Finally, everyone finishes up and you move to the middle of the room, where the scene will be taking place. From what you gather, the movie they are making is about a royal family that's having their heir assume the throne, but there's a plot against him going behind the scenes. The main character seems to be corset guy, who still glares at you whenever you pass by his camp of vision, much to your (un)luck.

Ortho leads you to the first place he showed, since they'd start recording soon. You watch him work with the lights, turning them on dramatically as they start the scene and making it follow the main lead as he monologues about his woes of assuming such a big responsability and how he feels between the sea of people present. The actor does a good job, good enogh to appease Vil, who watches attentively near the camera. The thing is, he's trying to replicate a foreign accent and that, combined with his melodramatic lines, makes you have to stifle a laugh.

You try your best to stay quiet and pay attention to the story, but some of the lines and the way they dramatically deliver them sound so silly you can't help but giggle in your palm. Ortho looks at you inquisitively, tilting his head and trying to understand what you found so funny. You whisper an explanation to him, making him see the words in a different manner. As you laugh, he laughs along discretely, both of you having fun again.

Vil motions for you to keep your volume down, as to not disturb the actors and break their concentration, and you send him a thumbs up. Still, you keep on reacting, even mouthing their words with exaggerated facial expressions. Ortho seems much more interested in what you have to show than the lights, since he misses some of his cues and gets it later or sooner than intended. Which is also funny, since the confused looks on the background actors' faces are very entertaining. 

It comes to a point in which you're holding in your laughter so much you're a bit out of air, and you end up bumping into one of the controls, making the background music change suddenly, from a calm waltz to an action scenesque one. Your startled eyes meet Ortho's, and in true friendship fashion you both burst out laughing. Vil cuts the filming and strides up on you two, reprimanding you once again, and you feel like a guilty puppy being scolded by their owner. You must look like that too, since he sighs like an overworked mother and takes pity on you, deciding on something else for you to do and leave Ortho to do his job without distractions.

Vil gives you the role of an extra to play, just for you to have an idle conversation with the protagonist that won't last even five minutes. He shows you exactly how the scene should go, taking hold of your hand to conduct a dance and dropping casual chatter with you, looking you in the eyes, with a conduct that's so charming you're sure you feel your heart skip a beat (too bad it's just acting though). You feel like you can do that as well, so you hurry to change into one of the formal outfits and repeat the line Vil told you over and over again in your head, heart beating way too fast.

There is just one thing you didn't count on: you apparently have a bad case of stage fright. Or perhaps it's happening especifically because you know Vil will be watching you like a hawk. As you position yourself amidst the other extras, you feel your heartbeat accelerating and your hands start to sweat. You try to relax your tense shoulders and clear your throat, looking at the floor to steady yourself.

As your cue approaches, you move closer to the corset guy, whose attention snaps at you as soon as you enter his vision field. Even if his face looks polite, like a prince, you can feel the glare he's still sending your way, just on a more subdued level this time. You can also feel the stares of the others on your back and your tongue seems to have been tied. Your head comes up with a blank when you try to remember what Vil told you to say. Oh, this is not good. Why did this have to be so nerve wracking?

Time passes slowly, seconds feels like hours as the protagonist waits expectantly for your words. Trying to not disappoint, you blurt out a joke improvisation line, like the ones you see on movies sometimes. Unfortunately, your sense of humor is vastly different from Pomefiore's students', and the joke falls so flat everyone has to take a moment to recover. You wish for the ground to swallow you as Vil yells a "Cut!" and the other actors look judgmentally in your way. Maybe if you close your eyes it will go away? You can still hear the other's whispering, and although you don't understand what exactly they're saying, you can only guess they're mocking you. Welp, guess it's time to become a hermit at ramshackle and never show your face at school ever again!

It takes only a minute, but as soon as Vil has recomposed himself he commands everyone to be quiet. You open your eyes again, gathering all your courage to see the disappointed look on his face, but you're surprised that's not what greets you. Instead, Vil's got a nasty glare that's sharp enough to cut a man, and it's not directed at you at all! Vil procceds to reprimand the rest of the cast for being so inelegant as to make fun of a begginer and even mocks their need to feel superior. You've never felt more grateful for him in your life, maybe you can still go to classes after that, since no one will dare to mess with you and risk his wrath.

As the others look ashamed for being yelled at by their leader, Vil pulls you aside and tells you that maybe it's better to try something else if your stage fright is going to affect your performance so much. He sounds strict as always, but he has an almost soft look in his eyes as he congratulates you for trying to overcome that fear and that you did well enough for someone with no experience. You feel a lot better after that and thank him sincerely, promising to give it your all at whatever other job you can do to help! He smiles at your enthusiasm and it's as if the clouds have parted ways for the sun to shine. (The other club members look amazed, as they've never seen such a soft smile on Vil's face before.)

He then asks you if you know how to work with a camera. If taking pics with Cater to post on Magicam counts then yes, you do have some experience with it. Vil says he's got the perfect job for you: being part of the camera crew and helping to film everything. You accept, after all, how hard can it be, really?

Apparently, a lot. Vil had just left out a little detail from this job: you'd be filming the aerial angle of this scene. Which meant using Kalim's magic carpet. As you recall, you're not the most adept at riding it, flashbacks from winter vacation entering in your mind. Still, you had promised Vil you'd help on this, and you weren't sure if he'd find you another thing to do or get your complaining the wrong way, so you decide to give it a try anyway.

You wobble on it, camera propped up on your shoulder and secured by a sling strap just in case you losen your hold on it. (Which is very likely). Surprisingly, you manage to get the carpet off the ground without many complications, so things are looking up (quite literally)! And then comes the part where you have to guide it and you're almost thrown out of a window with the force it makes a turn. Your grip on it tightens and you try to wrestle it into submission, with little success.

Things procced like this, you trying to learn how to drive the carpet while making turns on the air and holding on for your life. (And making sure the camera is safe. You don't want a repeat of the chandelier accident from the start of the year, so you're not taking any chances). Anything you might have tried to film is probably so shaky and blurry it isn't even usable, but you have more important matters to worry about.

That goes on until you make a particularly sharp turn, causing the carpet to lose control and go spiraling straight to the floor. Luckly, you manage to land on a convenientely placed couch (has that been there before?) and doesn't get much hurt. You're clutching the camera to your chest in a protective manner, so it isn't damaged either. At least, not much, but it isn't anything the Ignihyde guys can't fix.

Vil and Ortho are by your side in an instant, asking if you're alright. Vil extends his hand and pulls you up like a gentleman, fixing your hair softly. He's really close to your face and you can feel your heart beating faster, though you're not sure if it's due to that or the adrenaline of the fall. Ortho reassures you that not even him got the hang of piloting the carpet, as it seems to only actually obey Kalim, and that you did your best!

You really did try, so you can safely say you won't discover any hidden acting talent any time soon. Time to check out other clubs. 

(Ortho tells you to drop by another time at practice and watch the recording with him, since he had a lot of fun! Vil tells you that should you wish and work hard for it, you may have potential and he'd be willing to help you reach it. You agree, since it was very nice to visit and, most of all, to get to see Vil on his element like this. There's an added bonus of you not having ended up at the infirmary as well, which is enough to put the club on a positive light in your books. It's a bit sad that's the standard, but oh well, nothing to do about it.)

Science Club (Trey, Rook)

Alright, art may not be for you, but maybe science is! Or... whatever it is that they do in this club.

It's a bit intimidating since there are way too many people there, more than you've seen in any other club. What could they possibly be doing to attract this many people?

Rook, as observant as ever, notices you before you've even set foot inside the lab, coming close to greet you and ask if you were going to join them for the day. You relutanctly agree, staying close to his side as he leads you deeper into the room, opening the path. You make sure to not bump into anyone and cause an accident.

Trey is at one of the work tables at the back, sharing it with Rook. He sends a calming smile your way and explains that it's a club with a vast variety of activities, as long as they're not of the physical sort. You sigh in relief, listening to him reciting things such as plant cultivation and chemistry experiments. You already have to do those things on your regular classes, so you're confident in your ability of succeding for once. Rook adds that this flexibility in activity has attracted many people, creating a beauté diversity of members. (Trey explains that there's a lot of odd people as he side eyes Rook).

You sit with them, since you don't know anyone else. Rook goes on about the experiment he'll be doing this time, something that will leave a beautiful impact and stay on the mind of anyone looking. It sounds a lot like what happens when you partner up with Ace and Deuce at alchemy class, that is, stuff is about to be blown up. You scoot closer to Trey.

Taking pity on you, Trey reminds Rook that there's an ingredient missing, since they had used all from the lab's storage on their last class, and offers to get it at the botanical garden for him, inviting you to come along. You jump at the opportunity, agreeing and getting up to follow him. Rook thanks his generosity and explains that there's no way a gentleman like him would leave all the hard work onto the two of you, so he follows along. Trey looks a bit annoyed, but you only wanted to get out of being roped into a crazy experiment so you don't mind much, as long as you keep Rook away from any potential explosive plants.

The fresh air from the gardens is much better than the stuffy feeling from the crowded lab, and you take a deep breath to appreciate it. Trey takes you to the temperate zone, the path filled with beautiful flowers of all colors and scents. The sound of the little river below you only adds to the pleasant atmosphere, the sun rays warming up your skin and soul. It's wonderful. You'd like it if your club classes were to take place there. It might be enough to convince you to join, the nature so full of life energizing your mood, a smile blooming on your face.

You pass by an area that has thicker vegetation and stands out from the whole, attracting your curiosity, so you ask Trey what could be there. He warns you to not wander to that side of the garden, as there were carnivorous plants being cultivated by the third years. You wave him off, saying you had those back in your world and they were pretty harmless. Trey looks at you in doubt, but decides to not question it, aceptting your answer and going back to his search for the missing ingredient. 

Since you have no idea what you should be looking for, you leave the boys to it, deciding to observe the flowers instead. Distracted, you end up getting farther away from them, the flora enticing you and putting you under a spell, demanding your attention. It's not until you bump into a tall... something, that you realize how far you had gone. You lift up your head, wondering if you had bumped into a tree, only to find two open hinged lobes dripping with sap closing on your face.

A scream gets caught in your throat as you take in the gigantic carnivorous plant in front of you, that's only coming closer. You didn't know that when Trey had mentioned them, he didn't explain that they aren't like the one from your world at all. Not only were they huge, but also seemed ready to eat a human at any given chance.

You're pulled by someone behind you, falling into a secure chest and feeling strong arms embracing your waist as the plant's jaw's close into the air where you were just a second ago. The sigh you let out shakes your whole body and you let your weight be supported by your saviour. You find out his identity soon enough, as a familiar voice by your ear calls you chéri and asks if you were fine.

After thanking Rook, he guides you to the main area of the garden with a protective hand behind your back, making sure you wouldn't stumble into any more potential dangerous plants, as he goes on about how they were "the hunters of the natural world" and how "such danger has it's own alluring charm, non?" You don't catch the glint in his eyes as he asks the question, too busy trying to get your heart beat back into a normal rhythm. 

Trey scolds you lightly for ignoring his advice, but he seems busier trying to equilibrate the plants he harvested in his arms and glaring at Rook, probably for leaving him alone to do all the work. Rook stays unbothered, putting his hands on your shoulders and staying close as he directs you to the exit, his usual smile stamped on his face.

As you put the fresh ingredients near the others that Rook had selected earlier, you notice some strawberries in the mix. You shot a questioning stare at Trey, making him laugh and explain he took the chance to harvest some of his hand grown special strawberries. He takes some from your hands, brushing your fingers together before lifting them up to inspect closely. The strawberries are a beautiful shade of red, making you salivate only by looking at them. Trey has a contemplative expression as he murmurs he should use them as soon as possible in order to make the best use of their ripeness.

You suggest him to make a strawberry tart with them and offers your help, on the light price of getting to eat it as well. He smiles and agrees to your proposal, telling you to follow him to the kitchens. You do, happily so as you carry some of the strawberries in your arms, leaving Rook to take care of the potions experiment. Really, you feel like you've killed two birds with one stone, so you pat yourself on the back for doing a good job.

Back at the first month of classes, you remember cooking with Trey, Ace, Deuce and Grim, and how much fun you had, despite the circumstances. With the group reduced to two, it might be more toilsome, but you were confident it would be worth it.

Trey finds an extra apron for you, tying it himself to make sure it would stay in place. He gently explains the steps to prepare the ingredients, helping you whenever you didn't understand something. It was quite nice, seeing Trey look so in his element, an unconscious soft expression on his face, as if he was enjoying himself. It's domestic, even, how you dance around each other in the kitchen, passing bowls and cutlery back and forth. He is good humored as he recalls stories from the club, making you laugh whenever he bemoans Rook's experiments.

The stories he tells are very captivating, so much so that you don't look at the recipe book, doing the steps on automatic. Once or twice you almost spill what you were mixing or use too much force to cut something, but it's salvageable every time, so you don't comment on it. You leave the crust on the oven for a bit too much, but it's only slightly charred, so you're pretty sure it's still edible. One of the flour bags slips from your hands and falls on the sink, covering your face in flour powder. Trey helps you clean up, but he's laughing at you and your now white hair. It comes to the point in which you're mixing the crème pâtissière and you get too close to the stove, making the ends of your sleeves to catch on fire. Trey quickly puts it out and runs your arm under cold water. The crème ends up a bit too lumpy, since neither of you were stirring it for a while, but it's not too bad.

Alright, maybe you're not the best at cooking. Still, arranging the strawberries in a circle on top of the tart was pretty fun. The last thing left to do is to let it cool. You lick your lips thinking about eating it once it's ready. You're about to help Trey clean the mess you've made in the kitchen when Rook bursts through the door, looking excited. He tells you there's no time to explain and takes you by the hand, dragging you back to the laboratory. You send Trey your best regards and wish him luck in cleaning everything alone. He sends you a pitying look back.

You should wish yourself some luck as well, since the motive for Rook to have brought you to the lab was for you to help him with the new formula he thought for his experiment. He explains that the one he was trying didn't have it's desired effects, as you could clearly see from the scorch marks on the table you were sitting before. He says that for the new formula, he'll need help to get the ingredients prepared and handed over, since he couldn't stop stirring it until everything was added in. You don't know how he came up with this solution, and honestly? You don't want to know.

Having no other choice, you agree to help him. He reminds you to put your gloves and safety googles on before starting, making a comment on how your cute apron would do as your lab coat. After getting into place, you follow all of Rook's instructions, preparing and handing over the ingredients he asks for. You have no idea what it is that he's going for, as your potions classes are still on a basic and more theorical level, but you decide to trust that he, as your upperclassman, knows what he's doing.

Dread pools on your gut as you watch the ingredients going into the cauldron. There's a hissing sound and bubbles emerge from the deep purple concotion. You have no time to react as Rook thows his arm in front of you just in time for the explosion to take place. You grip onto the table tightly and manage to stay upright, thanking the Sevens for your safety googles. If it were not for them, your entire face would be covered in a sparkling purple powder, some getting into your hair as well. Rook laughs and tells you that you shine bright like the sun. You look on unamused. Trey appears, having heard the explosion, and sighs, clearly being too used to this happening. He tells you and Rook to clean up as he starts to clean your mess, bless him.

Rook takes you to the nearest bathroom available, both of you trying to wash the explosion's results off. It has stuck like glue, and you have to splash your face with the cold water over and over for it to go away. You think there's still some of it on your hair, but can't bring yourself to care much. The apron wasn't enough to cover your body, so your clothes weren't spared either. Rook doesn't comment on it, but you can see him looking at you funny by the corner of your eye.

As you enter the lab, you see that the students that stayed after the first explosion had left. Rook wonders out loud on why they didn't like the innovation of his experiment, sighing as he goes on about the beauty of curiosity. You and Trey exchange glances as you clean everything together. You feel like you stayed way past the club's scheduled time and your arms hurt from moping the floor. At least you get to share your wonky strawberry tart. It doesn't taste as good as Trey's usual ones do, but you like it. You can't decide if it was worth all the trouble though.

Grim laughs at you once you get back to Ramshackle, your face is itching for the rest of the day, there's some sparkles in your hair for the rest of the week, your slightly burnt arm won't stop aching, you sent your clothes' laundry bill for Rook to pay. As much as you respect scientific advances, you feel that being involved in the research isn't for you (nor the cooking). Time to check out other clubs.

(Rook keeps approaching you at the halls to update you on how he's thought of possible changes to make the potion work. Trey comments he liked having company in the kitchen and help for cleaning up for once. They aren't very subtle. You don't even have to agree to visit the club again another time, as Rook has already volunteered you as his lab assistant and Trey has gifted you a recipe book with markings on which recipes you'll try to bake next. Guess you have no other choice but to go back now.)

Pop Music Club (Cater, Kalim, Lilia)

And back to the arts you go. But this time, instead of performing, how about playing some music? Joining the school band might be fun!

You're surprised to only find three people in the club. All the others had a bunch of people, but in this one, once you enter the classroom you're met with three of your friends hanging out in a couch. Why was there a couch in this classroom in the first place!?

It's not just three random people, either. It's the chillest and most extroverted people of the school, the ones that got along with everyone and were very popular. They whip their head so fast to the direction of the door once you enter you get a little worried for their necks. They seem elated to have a visitor, so you suppose this won't be so bad, even if you don't feel confident enough to play an instrument in front of other people.

Kalim jumps at you and envelops you in a big hug, a smile shining on his face as usual. Lilia pats you on the back, pushing you closer to the center of the room and welcoming you. Cater takes out his phone and takes a selfie with everyone, declaring it would go viral to have the cutest people of the school all together in one place and gushing over how many likes he'd get. They sure are a lively bunch.

Lilia plops you down on the couch, telling you to feel at home and winking. There's a center table with food containers in front of you, Kalim offers you a bite, explaining they made the snacks to bring to their club meetings, and Cater proposes to make it a culinary competition, in which you'd judge which one was the best. You were pretty sure you had left the cooking behind at the science club, what did it even had to do with music? Well, you weren't going to complain about getting free food!

Cater insists you try his first, a round tupperware with fried corn tortilla chips and guacamole in a dipping bowl at the center. It looks amazing, making your mouth water a bit. You take one of the chips, lightly lower it on the dip and take a bite. It's overall very good, the consistency and the crispness are wonderful, there's just one little problem: it's very spicy. Very spicy. Not the "oh no there's a tiny bit of spice in my otherwise bland food" type but the "my eyes are burning my thorat is burning my stomach is burning I'm going to burn from the inside out" type. And that's how you feel as you fan your face and drink the water Kalim brings you, though it only makes the burning worse, spreading it throughout your mouth and making your eyes water. Lilia appears upside down, hanging from the ceiling and scaring you, and offers you a glass of milk instead. You gratefully take it and chug it down as quick as you can.

Once you've calmed down, Lilia explains how he keeps milk around for Cater's food, that's way too spicy for his liking. Cater looks at you with puppy eyes, asking if you liked the chilli peppers he added to the recipe. You didn't, not really. It would be one thing to add some, sure, but it's like there's more pepper than anything else. You weakly smile at him and explain apologetically that it might not suit your tastes so much. Cater seems a bit down, but he only shrugs and jokingly says that not everyone can have good taste.

Kalim bounces up to you next, shoving his container in front of your face and telling you to try it. He proudly says he made it all without Jamil's help and that he hopes you'll like it. You look at the fried dumplings, remembering it's a sweet called awameh. It looks good as well, although a bit burnt, nothing that would stop you from eating it. You take one, getting surprised by how crunchy they ended up being, the sweetness exploding in your tongue. It would be very good, but you have the impression Kalim must have used the wrong measure of the ingredients. Yes, it was sweet, but it was way too sweet. Not only that, the sugar mixed with the cinnamon on the syrup also left you thirsty, as you downed another cup of water. It was like cinnamon was impregnated on your mouth, there was definetly too much.

While you accept your tongue will never be the same after the combo of strong flavours, Kalim reveals he tried to follow one of Jamil's mom's recipes for it, declaring it to be the best he's ever proved. He just got a bit confused when taking the measures for some ingredients, but he was proud of his work! You make a mental note to try to eat one of Jamil's awameh later, sure that it would taste delicious, and compliments Kalim on his efforts, suggesting gently to ask for help next time he has trouble with it.

The last one is Lilia, and you start dreading what might be hidden on his container. He seems preppy that someone will get to try his food, telling you that he's the one that cooks dinner at Diasomnia and how Silver and Sebek love his food. Cater and Kalim look at you with pity, shaking their heads. You've heard of Lilia's infamous cooking skills before, so you have to mentally prepare yourself before looking at what he prepared. It's... uh... something alright. Though it's unrecognizable, a dark glob that just looks sticky and burnt after the point. Your desperate look does nothing for Cater and Kalim to try to save you, as they look away furtively.

Aceppting your fate, you take one of the spoons Lilia brought and take the smallest bite possible while he stares at you attentively. It tastes foul, as expected, as if something had died in your mouth. You resist the urge to gag, trying to go for a smile and ending up with a grimace instead. It's horrible, there's no other way to describe it. All the rumors don't do it justice, it's way worse than what they say. You suspect you will get food poisoning later, as you down another glass of water. At least you're keeping yourself hydrated. Lilia seems to either not notice or pretend he didn't, as he keeps his cheery attitude and asks if you liked it. You nod weakly, hoping it would be enough for him to not force you to take another bite. He mercifully looks satisfied with the answer and you sigh with relief.

In the end you tell them you don't know which one was the best (you side eye Lilia's, thinking on how you knew which one was the worst at least). They don't look disappointed, content in having you prove their food as each munchs on their own snacks happily. You wonder how they manage to do it. Suddenly you miss Trey's baking and the wonky strawberry tart you've made.

As everyone sits together, Cater puts on some electropop song on the background that reminds you of the famous vocaloids from your world. You have an epiphany that Cater would listen to Hatsune Miku. You're not sure what to do with that information, staying quiet in shock as the other three talk between themselves. You remember him mentioning something like it when you went to do the SDC auditions, but you had other things to worry about and it must have slipped your mind. Once you've recomposed yourself, you ask what the food had to do with music, since the question had been burning in your mind for some time (not as much as your tongue burned tho).

They explain that the pop music club doen't really do much music, as the name suggests, they mostly just hang around to chat and chill. It has gotten them in a bit of trouble with the Headmaster, as they don't do anything that could actually be considered a club activity, causing him to have threatened to disband the club. Not to mention there's no new members for a while, no matter how much they try to attract more students. You consider joining this one just to spite Crowley. They clarify that they do play their instruments every once in a while to cover some song, but with their different music tastes they never reach an agreement on what to play most of the time.

You're curious on how they might sound as a band, sure it would be a chaotic but entertaining sight. You would ask to see this, if it was not for Cater excitedly declaring it's "gossiping time". They put on elevator music to play at the background and huddle close together, leaving a spot open for you to join their little circle, as if you were about to be in into the school's secrets. And that's exactly what happens, as the three of them seem to know about everyone and everything that goes on Night Raven College. There's so much drama you've never heard about, and you feel you know way too much about the lives of people you've never even met, but it's nice to create conspiracy theories about what would happen next in the soap opera that was other people's lives.

The topic changes to Magicam, since you were lowkey stalking the boy that had caused a ruckus in the cafeteria the past days. Cater likes his account's aesthetic, saying it passes the bad boy vibes he has, and whines about their club's magicam page. You weren't aware they even had one, so you ask to see it. It's... not what you were expecting. They might as well not have an account, since there are no photos other than their icon, which was the symbol of the club. Cater complains that they couldn't come to an agreement on how the page should look and were too lazy to try to work something out, so it has stayed like that for months.

Since you know how much he cares about this stuff, you offer your help! After all, it could be a lot of fun, and it'd feel as if you're the manager of the club. Cater lightens up with joy, throwing his arms around you and bringing you close to affectionately rub his cheeck on the top of your head, thanking you for being such a prestative underclassman. You enter your business mode, thinking on how you could go about this. It makes sense to promote the club doing something other than hanging out, so you tell them to pick up their instruments and pose.

You go around them and try many different angles. Kalim and Lilia have fun doing weird poses that makes very clear they aren't playing at all, but there's a charming genuine smile on their faces. Cater poses with his guitar like a professional, making captivating facial expressions that make even you swoon, only encouraging him to make different ones. He could be a model, you think, with how he knows all the right ways to smile at the camera and tilts his head just so to make him look cute and alluring at the same time, fingers skillfully positioned at the eletric guitar's chords, eyes lidded, hair messy deliberately, body facing forwards with confidence. He has everything to ace the rockstar persona, at least in looks.

You try taking some of them together as an unit, but none pleases you enough. There's something missing, but you can't quite put your finger on what. You give his cellphone back as you ponder about it. Cater looks through the photos, commenting how one looks "super cool~" and in the other he's "slaying". He decides it'd be a great moment to take advantage of his cuteness streak to take a photo with everyone together, yourself included. Cater drapes his arm around your shoulders and keeps you close to him, cheek coming to rest at your forehead. Kalim and Lilia make poses behind you two, laughing at how silly they look with all the filters Cater tries on. 

He ends up telling you to decide which photo looked better, as he couldn't chose just one, something like: "any photo with you would look cute, of course I can't chose!" You look through all of them, but only one gets your eyes, the only without a filter. Everyone looks genuinely happy, making your heart warm. Cater's is not looking at the camera itself, but slightly to the side, where you are, with such a soft expression you can't help but be endeared by it. It's him, not a forced smile and exaggerated pose, just Cater, happy. That's what the other pictures were missing. 

You show it to him, insisting it's the best and should be the first photo on the club's Magicam page. He pouts about the lack of filter, saying how the other ones look much cuter, but you explain that you like the real him much more than any filter, since nothing could ever come close to the real deal, no filter in the world could make him justice. You're very genuine with it too, since it's the truth. Cater stares at you, caught by surprise, and turns his face away from you, ears tinted pink, taking a minute to recompose himself, leaving you confused. Lilia looks on knowingly, smirking at him. You weren't alone in your confusion, as Kalim seemed to be just as clueless as you.

Your argument manages to convince him, though, as he soon comes up with an eye catching description and posts it, grumbling that you should be happy now. You are, actually, so you simply smile at him, giggling at his playful eye roll. Only after the picture was already posted and you entered on your own account that you notice your eyes were closed. You yelp and try to convince Cater to change it to another one, but he refuses, telling that you were the one that chose it so you should stick with it, sticking his tongue out at you in a childsh manner. You whine some more before giving up. Cater seemed really content with the choice, if the soft smile on his face as he glanced at it meant anything, so you let it be, resigning to your fate. You weren't even a member, so you hoped you wouldn't attract that much attention. (You really hoped Ace wouldn't find it, otherwise you'd never hear the end of it.)

He suddenly gets an idea to decorate the classroom to make it look more "magicamable", dragging Lilia with him to get the decorations. Lilia whispers something to him that makes him glance back at you with a red face, quickly scurrying away and leaving you and Kalim to look on in confusion. How weird, what had gotten into him? 

At that moment, the playlist shuffles, coming up with a song that has a very upkeep beat. Kalim jumps in excitement, saying that was his favorite song and he couldn't not dance to it. You can't help jumping your leg and moving your head to the beat, swaying to the contagious rhthym. Kalim notices and extends his hands in your direction, inviting you to dance with him. You know you're nowhere near his skill level and you'd look clumsy compared to his fluid moviments, but his earnestness convinces you to give it a try. You were sure he wouldn't make fun of you, so why not have a good time too?

Hand in hand, the two of you move together, not completly in sync, but in a rhythm that feels right, that's only yours. It's nice, seeing his content expression up close, foreheads almost touching, feet following the other's steps, hips swaying together. You spin once, laughing, he spins once, grinning wildly. You're lost in the trance of the hypnotizing beat of Kalim's heart.

The song gradually comes to a stop, making both of you calm down too. Kalim has one hand on your waist, the other still holding yours. You hold onto his shoulder, your noses touch, breaths coming in puffs, his eyes crinkle and it's warm, he's warm. Your chest follows his in it's rise and fall, your stomach does pirouettes, to the point you're dizzy, your cheeks feel hot. You start worrying you might have really gotten food poisoning from Lilia's cooking.

Before either of you say anything else, the sound of Cater's giggle burst your bubble, bringing you back to the real world. You whip your head to the door, watching as Lilia and Cater giggle deviously, Cater's fingers working fast on his cellphone's keyboard. You separate from Kalim's burning touch, your hands suddenly feeling cold, and stride up to them, demanding to look at what they found so funny. Lilia shows you, on his own phone, a videoclip of you and Kalim dancing together, nearing the end of the song. Your focus is initially on Kalim, as he glows, movements showing years of expertise, it's... beautiful. Then your gaze averts to yourself, and how, like you suspected, you were looking goofy near him, not matching the tempo at all.

You whine up at Cater again, asking him to delete the stories he posted, but he refuses, saying it was way too precious to miss. You lightly hit his chest and look up your lashes at him, pouting. His teasing expression falters, as if you were on the brink of convincing him. Lilia pulls you away and explains it was only on close friends anyway, so you needn't worry about the whole school seeing it. Kalim agrees that the video is very nice, beaming as he watches you two having fun. You sigh and give up, not having the heart to be a killjoy.

Lilia and Cater's hands are empty of any decorations, so you question them about it. Cater frowns exaggeratedly, drowning on dramatically on how they couldn't find any and how it was such a pity. Lilia covers his hand to hide a giggle, only making the action more obvious. Cater glares at him subtly. Kalim notices how the club's reserved time is almost coming to an end, deciding that to make a grand finale you should play an instrument, after all they should at least pretend they did something club related for you to report back to the Headmaster. And it'd be a lot of fun for you to play with them!

Lilia claps his hands together, agreeing it would be a most gleeful experience. He insists on teaching you how to play the bass, not wanting to hear whether you already knew how to or not. He gives you the instrument and shows how to hold it in the right way, trying to teach a few chords. It's a bit difficult to understand the confusing terms he uses, so he sighs and comes behind you, taking your hands in his and doing the movements, pressing his chest against your back, his deep voice right by your ear as he explains. You can't pay attention to it all, for some reason. You kind of feel dizzy again. Perhaps it's the food poisoning for real this time?

His fingers guide yours along the strings, gently pressing on the right spots, strumming the chords at the bridge. He murmurs the instructions, voice ressonating like the low pitch of the instrument, hot breath tickling your skin. You let him do as he pleases, dazed. The simple notes ring in your ears, lulling you into calmness, eyes closing as you let your sensations take the wheel, the frequency making your heart vibrate in your chest, as if dancing along, your head floating in the clouds.

It's all good and well until Lilia starts singing along. Or whatever it is that he calls "singing". In reality, he starts screaming some punk-rock lyrics right by your ear. Your heart jumps so quickly you swear you almost had an arrhythmia, your soul leaving your body for a second. Your eyes snap open so fast the lights from the classroom blind you and make black spots appear in your vision. You elbow Lilia in your surprise, thankfully making him stop trying to burst your eardrums. You get away, taking off the strap of the bass and giving it back to him. You think that's enough practicing for now.

Later on the day you confirm your food poisoning suspicions to be true. You've gained a new found respect for Sebek for enduring the poison Lilia calls cooking everyday and still managing to keep that impressive disposition of his. At least you helped the pop music club get more followers on magicam and spread their word out there. A bunch of people sign up to know the club, so you're all really happy! You felt like you've done a good job. (In the next week, the people arrive and see no sight of you, only of the dynamic trio. They don't show up again, leaving the members number back to it's original three.)

It was pretty fun, all things considered. You didn't get hurt other than in your pride and your social image, so it's a win in your books. Still, you're not sure you could handle their energetic and chaotic personalities combined like this evey week and risk getting deaf or suffering stomach failure. Time to check out other clubs.

(Cater comments on how the photos you took together got the most likes, insisting you come over again for a photoshoot. Kalim says he's got new songs to dance with you and that he's asked Jamil to help him cook for the next club meeting. Lilia tells you that you still have to take some more bass lessons to get the hang of it. Well, you suppose you could pass by sometime to be in the know about what goes on at the school and to get to prove Jamil's cooking. And to enjoy your friend's company, of course!)

Masterlist

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

Obey Me X Twisted Wonderland Prompt (Solomon X MC)

So, this takes place if MC is in Twisted Wonderland after Obey Me (this could be after Nightbringer, or the original timeline, it's up to you).

Basically, MC has magic, but chooses not to use it in classes to ensure that Grim has a place at NRC, because they got attached to Grim. They'll use bits and pieces of magic, especially in Overblots, but nothing that seems overly obvious that they're using magic.

However, it could be that Solomon ended up in Twisted Wonderland too, but at RSA. Solomon is super morally grey, that's canon, so likely, that there will be little to no influence of good on him, because he's Solomon.

Perhaps he sees MC during book 5 (the SDC/VDC) and approaches them, but I think it would be hilarious if he saw them, and then didn't approach them. Instead, asking to transfer to NRC.

It would be so funny if he just showed up one day at their dorm, as the newest Ramshackle Student (per his request, and yes he did either threaten or bribe Crowley, you get to pick).

Obviously, MC is ecstatic! Solomon, their friend/boyfriend/significant other/fiance/husband/life partner is with them once again. They missed him for fucks sake! And now they aren't alone.

However, I would like to add onto this. I imagine, MC and Solomon don't advertise their relationship. Obviously, they are super close. They're somewhat affectionate. But everyone could write this off as, oh, they're excited to have a new student in their dorm. Or, oh, they're excited to see their friend again.

So, imagine, the angst one could write when the Twisted Wonderland characters realize that MC and Solomon are in a relationship. Or, the hilarity when MC just drops the bomb that, oh yeah, Solomon and them are together.

[harunayuuka2060]

*Three months have passed*

Malleus: *got scolded by his grandma so he had to fix back the whole NRC* *though he refuses to change Crowley back*

Malleus: *is on a phone call with MC* How are you, child of man?

MC: I'm doing fine. *mutters* Thank heavens the Royal Swords had stopped chasing me.

MC: How about you, Hornton?

Malleus: I'm not doing well. *sad tone*

MC: Oh. Yeah. I figured. Anyway, thanks for punishing Crowley for me. *chuckles* I feel great knowing that he's still a bird.

Malleus: *smiles* Say the word and I will even put him on a grill.

MC and Malleus: *laughs*

Malleus: Oh. First things first. There's going to be an event next month. I believe it's another Song and Dance Competition. Will you be participating?

MC: Unfortunately, yeah. I'll be performing.

Malleus: *excited chuckle*

MC: Noooooo... Don't tell me you're looking forward to it?

Malleus: Yes. Indeed I am. I'll tell Schoenheit to ensure that you'll do your best.

MC: Are you doing this to me because I'm a Royal Sword now?

Malleus: Of course not. I miss you and I want to see you shine on stage.

MC: Right, right. I'll do my best. Okay? But seriously, don't expect too much.

MC: Thanks for lending me your phone, Beau.

Beau: Oh. It's alright. You can have it.

MC: Huh? Are you sure?

Beau: Yes. It's better if you have an extra phone.

Obert: What do you mean "extra"? Have you seen their phone? It's junk.

Khalil: It's antique. *chuckles*

MC: ...

Beau: I know how disappointed you are with their behavior. But you will learn to accept them.

Beau: *leans in to whisper* It honestly took me two years to tolerate them. *chuckles*

Khalil: What are you telling them, Beau?

Obert: He's trying to be the best big brother. I can see through you, Beau.

Beau: I don't think so.

Khalil: Anyway, have we already arrived to an agreement on what we will be performing for the Song and Dance Competition?

Obert: I believe bratty is calling the shots on this one.

MC: I'm fine with anything. Except children's song.

Khalil: You shouldn't worry about that. Neige is not joining this time.

Obert: Yeah. He has this "innocent" image so that's a given to him. But with us?

Obert and Khalil: *goes on model mode*

Beau: ...

MC: ...Trash?

Beau: *cracks up*

Obert: "Sexy"! The heck!

Khalil: You're so mean, MC. *sad pout*

Ace: Why are we practicing again?

Kalim: It's for the SDC!

Epel: Vil, it's fine that I don't join this time. Right?

Vil: Yes.

Ace: Okay. So why am I being forced to join?

Vil: You'll be up against the Prefect.

Deuce: Huh? Prefect is going to perform?

Vil: Yes. Malleus told me himself.

Vil: So Ace, Deuce, and Kalim, you should practice until you sing and dance perfectly for the upcoming competition.

Ace and Deuce: *sigh*

Kalim: Yes!

Grim: And I'll be your manager this time!

Ace and Deuce: No need!

[the-barricade]

magazine matchups

vil x reader

you and vil were supposed to just be colleagues, but as your work kept pushing you closer and closer together, you couldn’t help but fall for one another.

a/n: this is another repost of a previously deleted fic I posted. also can’t believe i ever deleted this, this is like the funniest thing I’ve ever written (imho)

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His absence was something you barely noticed, just as his presence. You weren’t oblivious to it, however. It started out as a coincidence, the two of you ended up modelling for a few projects together, which had the internet going wild. Soon enough, it turned into free advertising, and your managers were intentionally pulling the strings so that you’d be working together. If anything, the nonsensical rumours that came out of it were kind of annoying - other than that, you had no strong opinion about working with him, or his personality.

He wasn’t exactly a constant in your life either, that’s why you almost didn’t notice his unannounced break from the public eye. You remembered him after seeing a now slightly old article about the SDC, ah that’s right, he’d taken a break from almost all of his work to focus on the competition, which had ended a couple of months ago. Despite this, you can’t recall him coming back to the limelight since.

Might as well check his magicam page, you thought. He still posted there, would it be weird to follow him out of nowhere? Eh, who cares- you did it anyways, and then went to bed.

As always, it felt like the sun rose far too early to wake you from your slumber. Your alarm hasn’t gone off yet, or you hoped it hadn’t at least. You checked the time, and you were fine, you didn’t oversleep.

In the meantime you should probably check the texts you got from Neige, your certified best friend who doesn’t usually text you at six in the morning.

“Hey, Y/N! You’re trending on magicam, so is you and Vil’s ship-name, did you know?”

Um, what? That was… strange? Honestly, you really wanted to see what was going on, but you’d be late for school if you let social media get a grip on you right now.

Break time. It felt pretty exciting to hear the bell ring this time around, since you’d been itching to find out what had you on the trending page, it’s not like you did anything either spectacular or offensive recently.

Damn, Neige really wasn’t lying, then again, you couldn’t recall any time he ever has. Your expression died down comically quick, as you kept scrolling through the tagged posts. Your fans were literally insane sometimes, to the point were maybe following someone new on your public account was a bit of a mistake. Basically all of your conjoined fandom was trying to theorise over Vil being added to the list of people you follow, which was otherwise only Neige and your manager. Really, it was a slight disappointment, but it was also kind of funny, at least the internet didn’t decide it was time for a dose of unjust cancel culture just yet.

A few days later, after school had let up, you went to hang out with Neige in town. It was a tradition between you two, a way to keep in contact despite your busy schedules. The two of you often cycled round different attractions or areas in the city, sometimes just opting to walk around and talk. This time, you were headed to the local museum. It was interesting to read about all the history loaded behind what seemed like a simple piece of pottery, or learn about how certain things were used to supplement both the lack of technology and magic of the older world.

It was mostly things you’d seen here before though, but you’d never paid much mind to the modern art section, you realised after thinking about it. “Hey Neige, should we go look over there? Who knows, they might have your portrait framed or something.”

Your joke was received with a light laugh and, “Sure, let’s go take a look!”

This section of the museum felt a lot smaller, but there were even less people willing to marvel at the paintings that adorned the walls. Coincidentally, the one other person that was there happened to be someone both you and Neige recognised. You wondered if he visited the place a lot, people don’t tend to look so blank whilst visiting a museum by themselves.

Neige turned to you, excited to ask if it’d to be alright to approach him. That’s right, you’d somewhat forgotten that those two knew each-other. “Yeah sure, I don’t mind.” As soon as the sound of his name filled the room, his head turned, and his expression looked mildly annoyed. Did he look like that before? God, you’d have to hope the two of you weren’t upsetting him. Your friend however, didn’t appear to notice anything out of the ordinary as he continued to make small talk.

Gradually, said small talk came to close, and Neige had invited him to spend more time with the two of you, though Vil politely declined. He was rather curt, but he didn’t seem like a bad person, if anything your opinion hadn’t changed since you first worked with him.

Before waving goodbye, you rushed to scribble your phone number down on a crumpled piece of paper to give to him. Momentarily, you pondered wether that was a good decision to make, as he almost stayed silent, but soon put on a smile and thanked you. It was an awkward first meet.

Vil turned away after the two of you had left, it was due time to head back to his dorm, despite his visit to the museum serving a different purpose than intended. For Vil, he had hoped to come about some inspiration in preparation for returning to his work but meeting Neige was a frustration in its own right, considering how a large part of his break was dedicated to self improvement after realising his envy was severely holding him back.

Regardless of his efforts, it was disappointing to see Neige thrive under the same conditions as him and yet thwart all the hardships that Vil faced. Whilst his perfection was his pride it robbed him of approachability.

You however, offered him your number despite how out-of-reach he often is to people through your slight uncomfortableness. He thought it was folly of you, but it was a rare boldness that wasn’t unbeffiting of you - having only experienced similar things from Rook, who sometimes took it to an extreme.

Maybe it came from you also being in the industry, but he found himself thinking fondly of it. When Vil arrived at pomefiore once again, he decided to follow you back on magicam, not unaware of you doing so a few days back, although he made no effort to add your contact to his phone. You were still asleep by morning, enjoying the extra time the weekend was granting you. When you did wake up, you checked your phone, a part of your usual morning routine. ‘Oh, he doesn’t hate me’ was what came to mind after seeing that Vil had followed you back.

Not having any plans today you thought to message him on the app, curious as to wether he’d reply. “Hey, how are you doing? Hope we didn’t bother you yesterday.”

After sending that short message you looked through your feed for a bit. Reasonably soon you got an awfully formal response back. Apparently he didn’t mind your presence the other day, which was nice to know. Now however, you were in a position of not knowing wether or not to continue the conversation or what to say. Reaching out to someone over something so minuscule without making an attempt at getting closer with them proved kind of useless, so the two of you briefly discussed your musings about school and work before cutting the conversation.

That was the last time either of you had talked to one another until the two of you inevitably crossed paths again, outside of the internet. This time, the two of you met at a more understandable place, a model’s holy grail, the skincare section.

Another thing to note was that this time, he was not unaccompanied, unlike you. His purple-haired friend was actually who drew your attention away from the ingredient list on the bottle you were looking at. Being a bit louder than intended, he was complaining about this excursion being a waste of time and effort. When you did turn around, you saw Vil glaring daggers into the poor boys soul. Maybe they weren’t friends as you’d initially thought?

Ignoring it would’ve been your best bet but as you heard Vil sigh and mutter something along the lines of ‘I thought we were past this’ you realised he was dragging himself and his possible-friend in your direction. The two of them started looking at the labels of product after product, after Vil had scanned the shelf for a short while. Vil looked quite nonchalant while doing so, but his friend seemed awfully confused when absentmindedly staring at the product. Considering you knew one of them, you thought it might be good to offer up some advice, and recommend a couple brands.

Vil was actually quite thankful for your help, due to him only using products that he’s created himself, he was only aware of what was currently popular rather than beneficial. And this wouldn’t have been the best way to teach Epel how to pick out certain products without any good examples. He thanked you, and invited you to hang out over coffee some time as a thank you.

It was perhaps a little overboard, but neither of you really minded, considering how it was starting to seem that you could become decent friends. And that was how you ended up here, finally settled in to a popular cafe, that at first proved to be a bit of a poor choice, specifically due to its popularity.

When the two of you met up, the people already around the place started to form a crowd around you. It was reasonable, after all people don’t see celebrities everyday, and whilst you were used to it, it could prove to be rather bothersome. Of course, both of you handled the situation well, but there was something so enchanting about how graceful he was with each and every person who approached him, and how he was able to express his appreciation all the while making sure his air of perfectionism never slipped.

When you eventually got a moment of quiet together, you made sure to learn a lot about each other. He wouldn’t say it out-right, but you could surmise that the purple-haired boy from before and a huntsman named Rook were his set of friends. It sounded like an interesting group, but cute nonetheless. You also figured out that a lot of his personal life revolves around his work, or maybe it would be better to say that they happened to coincide.Despite that, he still seemed less daunting now that you’d got to know him a little.

Naturally, you two hung out a lot more after that, and it was fun as you got more comfortable. You even got to do things like convincing him to pose for you to draw him because, “come one, it’ll be extra practice!” He didn’t look amused at all, but he still let you.

Sketching Vil was enjoyable, but he wouldn’t let you notice how he got increasingly anxious as time passed. Vil normally had no reason to feel anxious around anyone, he usually felt confident in himself, but the issue was that his confidence was surprisingly conditional.

It was strange though, the only person to ever make him feel insecure before was Neige, yet you didn’t make him feel threatened. He could only come to one conclusion as to why he was becoming increasingly sensitive to your opinion on him, and being as self aware as he is, the answer didn’t come as a shock to him. But acknowledging that he was in love was a scary revelation to make.

As you finished up your drawings and showed them to him whilst raving about how pretty he was, he calmed down. His appearance was the main factor in his confidence, and reminding himself that he would always have power in that regard soothed his anxiousness, but what really relieved him this time around was the fact that you weren’t judging him.

The next time you were on-set participating in a photo-shoot together, you’d known beforehand. You were both affiliated with the same company, and had managed to put two and two together when discussing your work schedule.

Things felt a lot more light-hearted than all of the other times you’d worked together. Seeing him there as you’d entered the room put a smile on your face.

As you’d taken your last shot together, and everything was getting cleared up, you went to take your arm of Vil’s shoulder, but as you were doing so, he grabbed your hand. You could feel him tense up, and the walls started to feel slightly closer than before. “What’s wrong?” You couldn’t help but be worried. You saw him take a second to compose himself, before he leaned closer to you and whispered a short confession in your ear, “I’ve happened to find myself loving you… Would you be mine?”

That was… unexpected.

But when you said yes, Vil found himself experiencing a joy he hadn’t felt in a long time, and enveloped you in a gentle, heartfelt hug. The two of you stayed there for quite some time, ignoring everyone else around you because they didn’t matter.

[bajistadiamond]

Yuu and the Magical Power of Songs

Yuu Singer, Pomefiore (Rainbow Connection)

Yuu didn't know how to feel about the VDC/SDC result.

His friends had worked hard during practice, Epel greatly overcame his problems with Vil and managed to bring back the Pomefiore prefect after his OverBlot. Yuu believed that they would win.

But no, he had to win the Royal Sword Academy and ruin the happiness of the boys.

He had nothing against the RSA; he only knew a handful of that school, and he could only tell that his opinion of them was neutral.

The white-haired young man wished he could have participated, but the rules of the event prohibited any being with "the voice of the gods" from participating.

Schoenheit even told him that it was a shame he wasn't a member of the group as a singer, but he understood that the rule made the contest fairer.

Fortunately for Yuu, Crowley told him to do a solo show to close out the VDC/SDC.

Yuu agreed at that moment, he already had better control of his power and was excited to show it on TV…. Although he was regretting it a bit now, he was very nervous.

"Roi des chanteurs, what is the nervousness?". Rook asked Yuu. "Your gift for singing is exceptionnel." Said the hunter in a breath. "Rook is right! You have an incredible voice." Kalim exclaimed, Jamil next to him assented to that statement. "It's true Yuu. I really don't understand this silly fear, you've already sung in front of several people. Relax silly~". Said Ace with a somewhat mocking expression. Deuce hit him on the back of the neck. "Ace, don't tease." "Nya… the guys are right witty, trust your magic." Grimm told him.

Yuu smiled a little. "It's not that I don't trust my gift, the problem is that…" Yuu didn't even know what the problem was. Vil on the other hand did know. "Yuu, look at me." Yuu looked at the undisputed king of the beauty dorm. "You have a unique gift in singing and dancing, and I can tell you with complete sincerity that you are someone I aspire to be." He finished saying Schoenheit with a smile.

Everyone was shocked by that statement. Vil knew that reaction would occur, but he wasn't lying; Yuu would be the only one he would look up to and admit he was envious of him.

"Don't cry, you'll ruin the makeup." I scolded Vile at Yuu seeing the tears in his eyes. Yuu nodded determinedly. "Thank you, thank you everyone."

Everyone hugged Yuu; the young prefect couldn't feel happier. "Break yourself a leg buddy." Epel said.

That's when he decided that he would show the RSA what he was made of.

The NRC students were upset and saddened by the result. It seemed like either the universe hated them or the institution was cursed because they never won against the RSA.

Meanwhile the RSA students present were happy, they won. Some thought their rivals deserved to win and others felt smug to be able to rub their rivals in the face with another victory.

Everyone in the arena had their opinions, but they had to admit that it was a very close VDC/SDC. As they were about to leave to enjoy the tents set up on campus, Dire Crowley took the stage.

"Good afternoon everyone". He greeted the director of NRC. This confused many because they thought the event was over. The cameramen began filming again assuming that something juicy was coming due to the rivalry between the RSA and NRC. "This year's VDC has been unique in my opinion, but I feel like it's missing something to make it great and worth remembering." Dire was enjoying everyone's confusion. Yuu's performance had been a matter that had been discussed with the educational board and the event organizers to be kept strictly secret until the public chose the winner of the VDC. "I have the pleasure and honor to present to you a young man with a gift few possess… the voice of the gods." The public was shocked. Those of the RSA even more so, those who possessed the "voice of the gods" were usually invited to join their institution. There has never been one to sign up with the NRC until now. "Give a big round of applause to Yuu Ross!" Dire exclaimed before disappearing from the stage with a snap of her fingers. He appeared behind Yuu before he went to the stage. "Show them the greatness of Night Raven College." Yuu winked and left…

The audience erupted in applause when they saw a young man with dark skin, white hair and green eyes; He wore a black shirt under a turquoise floral-patterned vest, tight black pants, turquoise thick-heeled boots, and a gold crown with gem-studded flowers. In his hand was a wooden banjo.

Yuu put his nervousness aside, everything would be fine. He glanced at Malleus, who was watching him closely. He had to talk after this because of the revelations from a few hours ago, but nothing that changed their friendship. Malleus looked visibly more relaxed when Yuu sent him a smile; there were no recons.

Yuu took a deep breath and began to play the banjo…

~Why are there so many songs about rainbows~ ~And what's on the other side?~ ~Rainbows are visions, but only illusions~ ~And rainbows have nothing to hide~

The magic worked almost instantly; the stage floor was transformed into a beautiful green grass filled with wildflowers, the pillars were filled with vines and white roses, and the screens flickered with static until they showed videos of crystal clear lakes. At the Royal Sword Academy they were speechless when they saw a fairy tale prince who was somehow from NRC and not theirs… a feeling they didn't know began to fill the hearts of the most pampered and pretentious.

Yuu looked at Vil, who was watching with the other team members to the side of the stage. With a wave of his hand, he told him to come closer; Vil looked at him and could only see a phrase engraved in those green eyes. "It's time for you to go all the way, like one of the heroes." Pomefiore's guardian walked slowly as he followed Yuu's chant.

~So we've been told, and some choose to believe it~ Vile sang.

~I know they're wrong, wait and see~ Yuu sang to him.

The Ramshackle and Pomefiore prefects looked at each other, ready to show that even if they lost the VDC they would not surrender to anything and anyone.

~Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection~ ~The lovers, the dreamers, and me~

Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Epel and Rook smiled knowingly before going to the stage. Jamil wasn't so sure until he felt a push on his foot. It was Grim. "Go silly!" He growled at the little monster. Jamil snorted before following the others with a smile. For the first time in its history, the NRC felt peace, the grudge against their rival school forgotten as they listened to a song so unique that it reminded them that they had not reached the end of the road yet.

~Who said that every wish would be heard and answered~ ~When wished on the morning star? ~ ~Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it~ ~Look what it's done so far~

Cater couldn't resist the urge and without anyone noticing he ran to the stage, he was going to give a touch with his guitar. Lilia also had the same idea, but he would go a little later and felt that it was not yet the time to include the sound of the drums.

~What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing~ ~And what do we think we might see? ~ ~Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection~ ~The lovers, the dreamers, and me~

Ambrose 63 was speechless. He never thought he would live to see the NRC students unite, putting aside the differences between his dormitories.

~All of us under its spell~ ~We know that it's probably magic~

"Your friend is certainly unique." He told Che'nya to Trey and Riddle. They nodded before beginning to clap to the rhythm of the song. Leona, who was somehow holding back tears, couldn't help but hug Ruggie around him shoulders. The hyena beastman returned the hug, also holding back tears. Jack for the first time didn't care that they saw his feelings and he shed tears at the moving meaning of the song.

Yuu's magic caused all of the NRC students to start chanting. They were aware of this and didn't care.

~Have you been half asleep, and have you heard voices? ~ ~I've heard them calling my name~

Neige was touched. He had the idea that his group and the NRC group would sing together to show unity, but this surprise performance was a thousand times better. "After so many years, you're finally you again." He thought seeing Vil so relaxed and carefree; He met that Vil, at an autograph signing and it was that meeting that motivated him to enter the world of acting. Although when the black haired one achieved his goal, the Vil he knew was gone. And now he was back. "Thank you Yuu-kun." He whispered before hugging his friends.

The most empathetic of the RSA smiled in amazement to see the NRC sing in perfect harmony thanks to Yuu's magical gift. "Maybe this was what they needed to make them better." Neige's fellow dwarves thought.

~Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors? ~ ~The voice might be one and the same~

Cater arrived backstage a bit shaken, but ready for the song's climax. When Lilia felt Cater's presence behind the scenes, he looked at Malleus and seeing him happy with the show, he disappeared from her seat. Silver looked at the empty place of the old one of him-that is, Lilia, she raised an eyebrow in confusion.

~I've heard it too many times to ignore it~

When Lilia suddenly appeared sitting on the drum kit, Cater's heart nearly stopped in shock. "Wh-what." "fufufu~ No time, ready?" the fae asked his friend. Cater smiled with his acoustic guitar ready. "Always". And they started playing to Yuu's delight.

~It's something that I'm supposed to be~

Dire Crowley couldn't be more proud of his students. Yuu had achieved something that in his years as an educator he had not been able to do … unite all of Night Raven College and give them the strength not to give up.

~Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection~~The lovers, the dreamers, and me~

A beautiful rainbow formed over the arch of the stage and the sky turned various shades of orange and red, making for a perfect sunset.

~ La-da-da-de-da-da-do ~ ~ La-da-da-da-da-de-da-do ~

The audience gave a standing ovation and applauded for such a fantastic end to the event. The NRC in its entirety, from students and teachers were made a sea of tears, even the most sullen. From his room, Idia Shroud hugged his little brother. "It was a nice song right nii-san." "Yes Ortho, yes it was." He said her feeling happiness and sadness for the song.

Vil looked at Yuu and when Yuu felt his gaze, he looked straight into his eyes. "Thank you, fellow prefect." Yuu smiled. "You're welcome Schoenheit-senpai." Yuu looked back at the audience. "Thank you all! It only remains for me to say, congratulations to the Royal Sword Academy." He said nodding to Neige. "As for the NRC…" he paused dramatically. "Remember there is still a long way to go, a round of applause to our representatives in this edition of the VDC for such a great effort." NRC students delivered; those in the group held hands and bowed to the audience.

The overbearing and pampered of the RSA finally realized what they felt… envy and fear. Envy because they had such an incredible person and fear because it seemed that said person held them together to the point that they could achieve anything, maybe beat them in their next competition...

In a small bar near the borders of Shaftlands, a old man was shocked by what he saw on television. The old man was fair-skinned, with violet-almost black iris eyes, black hair with gray almost hidden by a wool cap and wearing thick clothing due to the cold of the region. "Friend?". Asked a bartender behind the bar. "Y-yes? Sorry I was surprised by the show." The old man said, feigning emotion. "I imagine, Night Raven College really outdid itself." The waitress said before handing the man a bag. "That's 15 thaumarks/madols." The old man looked into the waitress's eyes and using his unique magic made her believe that she had already paid her. "Thanks for the food dear." The old man said before leaving. The waitress nodded a bit dazedly. The man walked along a path in the woods while he was thinking.

"Damn Nabila, and I thought you had died without giving birth." Thought the old man. Yuu Ross was the spitting image of the woman he married and lost his kingdom to. "So… Yuu, interesting name for my descendant." He whispered with a mischievous smile. "He will be mine and with his gift, my kingdom will rise again". In his hand, green magic sizzled in his hands. "Speciosus, formosus, praeclarus!". The instant he recited the incantation, his appearance changed. He was now a young man of 16, thin, with effeminate facial features and vibrant ebony hair. "It's time to go back to school." He said with a mischievous chuckle.

[howlingday]

Hey since your the tumblr writer I talk to most I wanted to ask your opinion on something. Should have Weiss and Adam meet? I see a bunch of people always talking about how Adam has A lot of wasted potential and should have met Winter and/or Weiss. I haven't watched most of the show but I don't think they should have met. If they did I feel like it would be pointless sins of the father trope like him blaming them for the crimes of the SDC when they haven't even had the chance to be involved with any of the choices of the company. Am I the weird one here?

First of all, you're watching RWBY. So yes, you are weird. Just like the rest of us. Welcome to the club.

Second, I'm touched that you would come to me for my... "WRITER SKILLS" on the subject of RWBY's writing. I'm growing more and more confident and prideful with my writing. Stay tuned for my inevitable fall to hubris.

Now, finally, for what you're really here for.

When I hear people talk about Adam having wasted potential, my first thought is to usually jump in and say, "Yeah!" But then again, CRWBY even admitted to not feeling confident about the "racism" story, and they kinda just wrapped everything up there with Adam. Sure, we got a few hints of faunus inequality here and there in Atlas, but it just doesn't... I don't know. It feels forced, you know?

But back to Adam. Honestly, I was excited to see Adam again when V3 came out. I loved the idea of a shadow from the past coming back to haunt one of the main characters. That said, when we finally did see them meet up again, it was just... creepy. And not the good kinda creepy like Tyrian gives off. Somehow they turned the edgy extremist villain into a creepy stalker character that just felt gross to watch.

Did Adam have wasted potential? My gut says yes, but then I think about to him saying "Darling" and my gut twists around. They could have done a lot more with both Adam AND Blake AND the White Fang beyond Adam pulling a Palpatine on Sienna and the rest of the White Fang just blindly follow him. Show us some reasons to follow him! Give us a reason why he hates the humans and the SDC THAT ISN'T FUCKING SHOWN THREE MINUTES BEFORE HIS DEATH!

And as for his death, this is my BIGGEST gripe with Adam. His potential is wasted even after his death. Sure, the fight between him, Yang and Blake was awesome, and sure we got a bit of reconciling between BY, but beyond them hugging after he goes over and then cuddling together on the Bullhead, there's nothing. Not even a scrap of acknowledgement that Adam died.

"Hey, you remember your ex-boyfriend who we fucking murdered and didn't talk about to anyone?" "Yeah?" "You think maybe we should talk about it, thus giving ourselves and the audience some closure about his death and maybe get some trauma points added to our characters, too?" "Nah. Let's just keep vaguely hinting our relationship status with no payoff until"

And now I'm getting into BMBLB politics, which is NOT something I want to bring up when it wasn't asked. What was asked?

OH! RIGHT! Should Weiss or any of the other Schnees have met with Adam? Honestly, if you want to write that and get a "sins of the father" fix out of you, sure. But I think it would be more satisfying to have the Schnees do this with Ilia of all people. Adam was physically scarred and... that's it. Ilia was posing as a human, then bullied and fought back when she was outed, AND her parents died! I feel like having Weiss or Winter or even Whitley having a tense moment between them and Ilia would pay off this trope WAY more than Adam ever could.

TLDR; Adam did have potential, but CRWBY wasted it to the point that there's nothing to really satisfy us. Ilia, on the other hand, has WAY more potential.

[accio-victuuri]

today director cheng-er attended one of the fan arranged imax screening of HB. he said it was his first time to watch it in that kind of screen and it’s the best one because it follows the specifications and effects they intended when it was shot by Arri 65. he shared stories about the shoot, like how ZX was afraid to hurt yibo, how wyb cried after filming one scene because he felt that he ( his character ) has lost everything and is now truly alone. also that the movie can be edited again and maybe another 50 minutes of new content can be added. A fan also asked if there will be a HB 2 and he said yes.

just watching CE be enthusiastic and talking to the fans make me soft. i don’t know much about him before any of this & but I can see his passion for writing and making movies. this collaboration between CE & Yibo is just perfect. we all joke how awkward they both are and that’s why they get along but it’s really more than that. they both believe in making good movies and doing it the right way. not stepping on anybody. focusing on the quality. believing that the audience still knows how to appreciate a solid story. the way i see it, during this whole spring festival run, they represented hope for the industry. it is possible to have critical and commercial success for literary films. don’t be scared of the big IPs.

i’ve talked about wyb’s eloquence during the HB roadshows but i didn’t mention the utter grace and calm at how he handled everything. it was chaotic but he was always present. he was sincere and wanted the audience to see what they made, he is genuinely proud of it. at the height of the anti attacks, he reposted that spring festival movies MV and praised chinese movies. recently, he reposted in support of that pingpong movie. you never hear him say or imply anything negative about the industry. you can argue that he is just “playing nice” but if you’ve known yibo long enough, you’ll know that it’s not the case.

no matter what he does, he was never the one who goes “i’m here, pay attention to me.” he did moto racing — ended up helping events sell more tickets and bring positive press to the sport. became a skateboarding ambassador, made it okay for people to think it’s cool and made way for more exposure. became a sdc captain, helped the dancers and genuinely wanted china to represent itself better in the international scene. and the same goes for movies. he is here not to be yibo the celebrity. he is willing to do the work. he respects it and everyone who has come before him. he knows that the whole industry has to thrive, not just him. it’s not always a competition. this is why people in the industry are drawn to him and want to work with him. he is the real deal.

I have so many HB feels and i’m so excited ( and stressed lol ) for BTF + One & Only also coming out this year. HB’s story is just beginning, we still have the international release and awards season. 🤍

Yibo, you did well. I’m so proud. 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[selfinserttothestars]

Random tidbit because I can (Book 5 Spoilers btw)

Chris only calls Malleus “Hornton” a couple times. There’s the second time the two meet where Chris just kind of blurts it out before apologizing and claiming that it was the name Grim came up with and that she’d come up with something less silly (it still got a hardy laugh out of Malleus, which takes the weight of awkwardness off of Chris’s shoulders).

Before I knew anything about Malleus and he was like “You come up with a name for me ;)” I thought the game would prompt me with the option to “name him” and I was gonna call him “Fae” but then Grim was like “he’s Hornton actually” and I didn’t get to choose a name :(

But imagine my surprise when I found out I was right

Because of this I always imagined Chris eventually calling Malleus “Fae” because he reminded her of one. This of course is the point where he reveals that she’s right actually, he is a fae (and she panics because she doesn’t know every fae rule. She knows those exist but oh no did she break a rule? What would it cost her? Does she owe him something?). She has to mention at this point that fae only exists in stories where she’s from, at least to her knowledge. Afterwords Malleus is more than willing to answer any questions that she could have (he’s a sweetie and he’d love to teach her about his people).

The second time she ever calls him “Hornton” she, again, kind of just blurts it out, but more out of excitement than anything. It’s during the SDC right after Vil’s overblot and right before it’s revealed to her that this is the Malleus Draconia what are you doing???? She more or less uses the silly name to tell Grim that this is the guy she’s been talking about! This is Hornton, Grim! She’s so happy that they can finally meet face to face that there isn’t even the slightest thought in her head that she’s doing anything socially “wrong” until everyone clarifies the situation to her. Even then she kind of realizes that Malleus is comfortable enough to be casual with her and doesn’t want to take that from him so she continues being how she has been with him.

After that point Chris only ever uses the name Hornton in a teasing sense. It’s a silly name but given the context it’s pretty funny that Malleus allowed it from anyone. He takes it well, and has become weirdly fond of the name anyway. Grim also calls him Hornton but it’s more or less because he doesn’t really see a problem with it. In his mind it’s just a clever nickname made up by a great mage like himself, so what’s the issue? There is no issue here, exactly!

TL;DR Grim calls Malleus “Hornton” most times while Chris usually goes with “Mal” or “Fae” and Malleus is perfectly happy with that. :)

[invested-in-your-future]

Will you write Adam as an escaped child slave with that SDC scar?

Yeaaah, no. Not gonna do that.

For one, that whole "twist" felt just tacked on as a last-ditch effort to add some semblance of "complexity" to the character. It's the writers going: "Heeey, we haven't forgotten the Faunus discrimination, and a lot of people complained we did not show it well, so here goes, and we want you to talk about this more so the view count goes up, even though this will never come up ever again now despite CHARACTERS LITERALLY GOING TO ATLAS, and we'll not give any substance to what we just showed nor explore the idea in any way."

Does it do anything for the character? Not really. It's just there for shock value and to pretend that the subplot still matters as people get more excited about "All the Things" that they'll see in Atlas (that they really won't see). "Be excited! Tune in! Big things will happen! Our story is dark and has themes that we will totally touch upon! This will totally make the internet buzz like the end of V3 did once again! Surely the part about how nobody in the audience cared about Haven's attack was just a fluke…"

Even without how weird and rushed and crass that felt, having one of the crucial enemies your team has to overcome (and that the two of the team members NEED to face for closure) be a tortured ex-slave who then gets disposed of literal seconds after the reveal is…not it.

There's this whole thing about how fiction sometimes tends to villainize injuries and scars, which, in a way, is also an extension of the idea of how a lot of fiction is built around the status quo and around othering people to make a point that, uhh yeah.

Any story ever written, any story that will be written eventually - please don't do this. Ever.

My version of Adam and Blake both are from Mistral. They haven't ever been to Menagerie, and they only heard of what goes on in Atlas.

That said, he's still absolutely an antagonist, and he's still not a good person - both Yang and Blake need closure in facing him one day, but the situation's a lot more complicated.

In this, WF isn't some monolith. They are loosely tied together as groups of people sharing similar ideals. Their approaches and viewpoints heavily differ depending on the Kingdom, based on the experiences and history of those Kingdoms.

In Vale, for example, the WF functions more like a support group that provides information and necessary warnings to the Faunus population so they can navigate subtler forms of discrimination. Meanwhile, that approach would not work in Mistral, let alone Atlas.

Adam can't just go and shank a character with a famous VA hired for five seconds of non-descript sounds and few lines. That would do nothing to WF as a whole, and it wouldn't make everyone suddenly follow him. Because it's not some cult, it's not some religion, it's merely a unifying idea.

Blake's parts of the story are meant to expand upon where she came from and where she's going, in turn covering a lot of how the situation that is there came to be. And that naturally touches upon how her worldview developed and changed, including how Adam progressed to where he is now and where the whole subplot leads.

[lueerhythm]

Completion of Colors

Rook comes back from Ramshackle with a strange black portrait with a pale girl(?) drawn inside. And lo and behold, it's alive.

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┊Loosely inspired from the game Death Palette, Fluff?, Yuu can be you I guess, Yuu is a painter, UiO is not a puppet but a painting instead, Rook has some few loose screws, I mean who's normal?

┊ OCs as of now: UiO, Jiyoon (mentioned)

┊A/N: Happy Birthday Black/UiO, I'm sorry I took so long, I hope you like my gift for you :) also thanks to @kiranarina for helping me with this, you're the best bud

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Rook was ecstatically rummaging through one of the rooms of the Ramshackle, one could say an art gallery. Full of arts that the prefect has hidden away.

Of course he asked permission to look through the room!

It was a begrudging decision seeing Rook did not take no for an answer.

{"Though there's just that one painting that I can't find a way to finish I wish to give it colors to make it more lively but I seem to can't do it... Do you think Jiyoon could finish it?"

"Though I'm unsure if she'll accept the work of portrait, I'll see what I can do for my underclassman!"}

The reason how he found out that the prefect could draw was during the visit in SDC. A lot of unfinished arts were lying on the ground as if the prefect rushed to finish it all up.

Each of them were either portraits or landscapes, including the Night Raven College.

The talent of the prefect was something to be applauded. He could even be on par to his fellow underclassman who is dedicated to drawing landscapes! (Although she seems to be actively avoiding drawing portraits)

While Epel was curious, Vil was unamused how messy it was but Rook paid no mind, there was a hidden beauty the prefect was hiding! The anatomy study, the rough sketch that captures the nature beauty, how could he not fall in love in such arts that are so lovely?

And that is why, right now, Rook is rummaging through the prefects art room, to find more art worthy of bringing in Pomefiore as a souvenir. For them (him) to admire and praise.

Everything was drawn with full care, each stroke held elegance. It was such a hard decision to pick considering Vil could only allow one piece to be brought back. Should he bring one of the portraits that the prefect had drawn for Vil? Though there was a one canvas covered under a cloth, placed up the art stool that makes him compelled to see. The other canvases were scattered around the room, but the one placed the stool seems to be something important, better yet different?

He feels an energy coming from the canvas. Intriguing! He lets his curiosity deep, peeping through the the cloth.

Is this what the prefect mentioned?

What would be the beautiful art? Would it be an animal? A landscape? Or a portrait?

All the possibilities were running through his mind, making him more giddy than ever before.

But once the cloth was taken, what surprises him was how black the canvas is! His expectations made him feel bad.

Why was it black? Was it unfinished? Was it natural or abandoned?

If so... Just what did the prefect had to go through to erase their art, their masterpiece? Guessing that there was once an art portrayed but is now erased with black paint. It's not everyday you see a blank canvas. So that's why he wanted to give it to Jiyoon.

"Ou, what a sad sight!" Rook gestures. He was excited for nothing, he guessed he better look around to get a piece that everyone would take a liking.

"Ugh." A grumble of voice was noticed by the hunter. Where was it coming from? There is no human here apart from the prefect that is on the living room with his partner. Who is this person that can absolutely hide from him? His hunter instincts was excited, his senses heightened, all in while he looks around for the voice—rustles anything that makes a noise.

"Yes yes, you can say that again. Welcome painter, you're finally back. Did you have fun with your friends that you started to forget about--" An exasperated voice echoes in ire.

His eyes widened.

A girl appeared in the black canvas. The painting in front of him, it was moving, alive and breathing. With monotone colors and an eye-catching blue, her hair was a mess at the same time befitting. The moment the girl in the painting noticed something was off, widens her eyes inspecting Rook in every aspect she could find.

"Me... Who are you?" She questioned. She eyed him cautiously, "You're not the painter."

It's a live painting! How did the magicless prefect make this? Maybe the prefect has a magic for the creation they make!

"Noo... I was starting to like that painter... How did they die!? No! I haven't even done anything to them yet! They were doing a good job too..."

Snapping out of his thoughts, Rook blinked owlishly then shook his head. "Non! Why would Monsieur Trickster die?!"

"Oh... Really? The overblot thing did not get them? Hm, Good.." The girl seemed relief as she smiles sweetly.

Rook blankly stares at the girl in the painting. "Why do you need Monsieur Trickster?" At his words, the girl pouts.

"A painters job is to finish a piece. Look at me, do I look finish to your eyes?" The girl in the painting spoke, clearly annoyed as she points to herself.

Rook smiles. "Oui! Even in the gray and dull color, you're quite eye catching despite having to no color. But having an attractive blue to your palette, enhance your beauty more dame dans le portrait!" Rook happily chirps as he dramatically gestures his hands and winks.

The girl stares at him aghast having no words said. "..."

Like a fish out of water, her mouth kept opening and closing.

"Huh... Uh. Oh, I- wow." The girl was loss for words, stammering, wincing away from Rook who watches her reaction amused. "It seems like I have a poet as a visitor..."

She sneers, looking disgusted as she averts her eyes away from Rook. He looked dejected but it seems the girl was not having any of it.

"Do you not like my praise of you? Do you want more--" "No! NO!! SHUT UP! I HAVE NO NEED FOR YOUR PRAISES! THANK YOU!" The girl in the painting frantically hushed him. With wide eyes and a deep frown, she glares at Rook who only smiles back.

"Sigh, anyway, who are you? It's not everyday someone is not surprised to see a talking painting. Though I think the painters reaction is better than yours..." The girl in the painting remarks while continuing to examine Rook throughoutly.

"Well petite dame," Rooks smile gradually widens as he bows to the painting, tipping his hat over his chest. "Let us begin over our introduction."

"Bonjour, dame dans le portrait. I am Rook Hunt but you can call me Le chasseur d'amour, I hope to see more of your beaute once you're finished." His eyes glisten the more he examines her.

The girl in the paintings eyes narrowed.

"...I was not created in France to talk in French." She mutters in a weary voice. She ignores Rooks curious stare, holding her forehead with her pale arm before straightening her back in a not-so-delighted manner.

"I am UiO, you can refer to me like anything you want." She bows haggardly, forcing a smile to appear to hide her displeasure. But no detail was spared from the hunters eyes.

As the more Rook inspects the girl in the painting, he wonders how can a painting have such deliberate movements? Unlike the paintings scattered around the school, they could only move in a specific set, but her?

It seems like whatever magic the prefect has for creation, their creation can move as if it was a living being in the first place! But how could they not finish such piece and give it away to Reine des Arts? "How did Monsieur Trickster create you? Their talent is no joke but making a living portrait despite being magicless is manifique!" Rook happily cheers while the girl-- UiO blinks owlishly. His words clicks in her mind before her face fell disgruntled.

"Excuse me? What? Who? That painter? Haha, no, no way." A disbelieved look scrutinized Rook, who in back stared at the girl confused.

He tilts his head. "...Did they not?"

"Of course they didn't!" She complained in such a straight forward way, she did not notice the door creak slightly.She huffs arrogantly, crossing her arms before her shoulders loosened up.

"Though I quite say, my present painter has some fiery determination. They're quite adamant in finishing me, so I guess I'll place my trust in them." She says in a nonchalant behavior before smiling widely in a grin.

"I like them, they're interesting. Talented and beautiful."

'It seems the prefect is truly magicless.' Rook muses. Despite having to no identification to see if the girl was truthful, Rook was sure it was coming from her heart. (if she ever have one)

'But as Monsieur Trickster say... They seem to can't find a way to give her color?'

"Hmm~" He hums playfully with a grin, sending shivers to the girl. She backs away in worry and confusion seeing him with the expression. "Say petite dame, can I take you?"

"Hah?" She raised a brow confused. "Are you a painter? Or a collector?"

"Oui! I am a beauty appreciator! and Non, I'm not a painter, but I have an underclassman who can paint really well, she's worthy of praise!"

That seems to excite UiO when she leaned up close. Her eyes sparkles as if asking for more information but Rook only left it at that and smiles with closed eyes. She wince noticing her behavior before standing back straight.

"But... "

"So... Rook-senpai, you're taking her?" The door creaks revealing the prefect of the Ramshackle who stood by the door. UiO tilt back her head questioning what they meant.

"I'm sure Roi du Poison won't mind and I'm certain Reine des Arts will find a way to finish dame dans le portrait."

"...eh?"

The prefect only smiles with undertone sadness that made the girls smile fall.

"..." She pursed her lips turning away from the two hiding her contorted expression. "I knew you wouldn't be able to finish me."

The prefect flinched. Biting their lips, before looking away.

"...I'm sorry." Rook only watched in the sidelines with a mixture of pity for the prefect.

Ah, what a bitter way to part ways.

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┊I admit, I don't think I can finish it anymore lol, Maybe I'll just draw snippets because that seems easier (famous last words before disaster)

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[cassyapper]

At the beginning of SDC, it seems pretty obvious that Jotaro feels like he can't ask for help/has to do things on his own given his solution to thinking he's possessed and dangerous is to lock himself in a cell until he can figure things out. Would you say that over the course of SDC, Jotaro came to realize/learn he could rely on others only to have that notion obliterated in the final acts, therefore reinforcing his initial ideas that he has to do dangerous things alone lest others get hurt, or do you think he never really believed he could ask for help/rely on others and the happenings of SDC just reinforced that? Maybe some third thing? I've seen various takes and wanna hear yours if you wouldn't mind!

anon i'm literally so excited that you asked me this because it gives me an opportunity to talk about this one aspect of jotaro's character that has driven me fucking nuts since 2020

so, tl;dr: i think it's the third thing and that third thing is it's a mix of he both learned to trust/sdc reinforced his refusal of help shtick (that is to say, he started to learn how to trust people, but because of how it ended, he closed himself off from that path for good)

full story:

i agree with you so much that he starts sdc believing he cannot rely on anyone, that he has to do it all alone lest someone get hurt. he more or less says this straight up in the prison scene, so you know I'm not just pulling this out of my ass:

HOWEVER: i think during the journey to cairo, he starts to learn to let go a bit. he still prefers to be in control, do not get me wrong, but he's willing to reach out more, to rely on others. we see this highlighted best in the lover's arc, with how he depends on kakyoin to keep his grandfather safe:

and in the anubis arc, when jotaro outright asks for joseph's help with his wound, and accept's polnareff's help while he waits for joseph to get there

he went from being terrified of when he's not in control and cornering and locking himself up like a rabid animal over it, to being uneasy when he's not in control, but also being able to trust the crusaders to have his back when he needs them. he still unfairly shoulders a lot of burdens, more than he really should, but he wouldn't be jotaro if he didn't. but, at this point, he wasn't so unhealthy about it; he was willing to be taken care of, he was willing to trust that others will do their parts

this doesn't last, though. because jotaro has been taking on so much, he still has this perception that things can really only be okay if he at least has a part in what's going on, should he not be at the head of it. and when the journey ends with his friends dying in battles that he had no part in (ie vanilla ice vs iggy, avdol, and polnareff; dio vs joseph and kakyoin and hierophant's barrier), dying in battles he wasn't there to save them from like before (saying, in justice)...but then he could defeat dio...i think that seriously messed with his head

like the grief alone ruined him, it was so consuming and he was so young and he lost so much in such a short amount of time, and i think the only way he could begin to rationalize it was to find a way to make sure it would never, ever happen again. and given his wont to shoulder things unnecessarily and his need for control before all this, i think that morphed into him being like "only i can fight. only i can go into dangerous situations because only i can ensure defeat of the enemy without dying." it's not that he thinks others are incapable necessarily (though he does have issues in that regard), it's just he thinks of himself as like, the op character in a fighting game. you can win any fight no sweat with him. you don't have to try as hard or lose as much health if you use him. and since this is real life, isn't it then his moral obligation to be the one at the front all the time? if he's the one who will be less hurt, less likely to die, while still getting the same result of killing the enemy? he thinks of himself as a one-man army

anyway that's part of why sdc is such a tragedy to me. jotaro was learning, he was reaching out, he was choosing to trust others for the first time in his life, but it got ruined before it could stick. jotaro's own grief prevents him from moving on, from being able to trust like that again, because he had never been stabbed in the underbelly like that and he never, ever wants to again, even if it means he'll die. and he will. and it makes me want to sob and scream and cry

[cybernaght]

One and Only: a review of sorts

I bet you did not expect the actual topic of this blog to resurface, and yet, here we go.

The previous time I went to a cinema to watch one of those Chinese films was actually completely by accident. I had a long break/cancellation situation at work which meant a three-hour break with a cinema around the corner. I ducked into said cinema and found out that a screening of Born to Fly has just stared, so… what’s a girl to do. I then didn’t write anything about it because I didn’t have much to say about it.

This one, however, was planned.

One and Only/热烈 is a story of a working class boy with a passion for dance (Wang Yibo - obviously) being roped into being an understudy for a cocky obnoxious star of a dance team by that team’s coach (Huang Bo - obviously), learning a thing or two about himself, finding friendship and hoping to one day complete in the Nationals.

As the film is in cinemas, I cannot provide visuals, so, instead, I’m gonna populate this with some of my many gifs from Street Dance of China season 3-5.

Plot-wise, it’s not really unpredictable in any way. The highs and the lows are placed roughly where you would expect them to be, all the lulls are appropriately proportioned for character development, and the final-act dance competition is as exhilarating as one might hope.

And yet… this one has a heart, it really does, and the writing really does a lot to elevate a cookie-cutter premise. The characters have a hell of a lot of inner life, including whole sets of circumstances that are merely implied - a real joy to see in any movie, I love the effect this has on the feeling of the characters’ realness. There are also fantastic decisions made pacing-wise in the final two acts, with one specific time-skip which I found very exciting indeed.

Themes of mutual respect and cooperation are not by all mean new to this kind of a movie, but I really appreciated how well developed they are, being set up in the opening scenes, and paying off in the eleventh hour; and it was lovely to see those themes explored organically. Again, writing elevates the premise here, too.

Wang Yibo’s acting keeps improving in a way which is pretty damn impressive. He seems to be a very hard-working young man, and that hard work seemingly pays off, too. Good for him. There are a few idiosyncrasies that are still very “his” (I swear I have never seen him have any screen chemistry with any woman ever), but there were also moments that read as character, and that read as truth. Honestly, he’s all grown up now, it’s very sweet to watch.

And if you are here through Street Dance of China route, whoooo boy do I have good news for you.

Ye Yin is here

Jr. Taco is here

B-Boy George is here — with plot! (Is this a spoiler? It might be. It might not be.)

Rochka is here, with the signature ankle spin

So are Klash and MT Pop, by the way.

Liao Bo is here AND he! is! actually! dancing!

Kevin is in it, although he is not, in fact, dancing

I am certain this list is not comprehensive. Suffice it to say, there is enough on the screen to make a Street Dance of China fan very happy.

(The only real crime was that Chick was not in it. Because he absolutely should have been.)

Speaking of dance — I really want to know who choreographed this, because some of the routines were fantastic. I only wish that we could see them uncut - but of course this is a movie, and it is edited as one. Besides, you have to have cuts to be able to cut-in Wang Yibo’s dance double*, the true unsung hero of this cinematographic show.

(*last year the boy could do like, one freeze. He is a fast learner so I am ready to believe that he can be pretty good, but he is definitely not “halo five times in a row” good.)

All in all, if you are feeling sad that SDC 6 seems to be nowhere in sight at the moment, and One and Only is in cinemas near you, this comes with a cybernaght stamp of approval.

Go see your favorites doing the thing that they do - and doing it well.

You made a promise. Please hurry up. It's late August already, and you've not even announced the captains yet.

[dogsofardour]

Discussion of the Alessi Arc of SDC below

When Polnareff confronted Alessi about being suspicious, Eileen followed behind going, "Hey! Don't be mean! Maybe he is looking for his change!" Unfortunately, Pol's right so they both get struck by Sethan.

Polnareff goes after Alessi while Eileen is just stunned by what just happened. When Pol runs off Eileen panics and screams "Jojo!" and flees to Jotaro. He's confused as hell: why the screaming? Running? Where's Polnareff? So Eileen spills!

"Well there was this guy with ponytails, and Pol was harassing him, but it turned out he was right? And he used his stand, and I dunno what it does and Pol went after him and--" all the while she starts 'shrinking' and her voice is getting higher, but Eileen doesn't really realize this until she's knee-high!

Jotaro is obviously, bewildered. Eileen clutches her clothes and begins sobbing.

"--And now my clothes don't fit me and I dunno where the guy went!"

Jotaro isn't that good?? With crying kids, but this is his friend, right? He can totally cope.

"We'll go find them then. We can fix this," Jotaro says as steadily as he can manage. Oddly, Eileen's sobs subside almost immediately.

"He went this way!"

And so they go their way. Or well, they try. There's a wabuumpth noise. Jotaro's stride is, long, Eileen has stubby little legs. The dress... Does not help. Jotaro gives her a hand up, and they go off again, noticeably slower.

"You're too fast!" Eileen cries.

"I'm taking the smallest steps possible."

"Guh! Why do you have giraffe legs?!"

"Giraffe legs?! You--" he spins around to face her, but it's a little ridiculous how far down he has to look.

He kneels down. "Okay."

"Huh?"

"Come over here."

"You don't have to carry me."

"I kind of have to, you shrimp."

So Eileen begrudgingly lets Jotaro scoop her up.

"This is humiliating," she mumbles.

"How do you think I feel?"

They make some distance and finally turn the corner.

"Well," Jotaro says.

"What?"

"Where did he go next?"

"I didn't see!"

"Don't you have your...? The Hounds?"

She sits still for a moment, "Oh! Chewie! Yes!"

She summons Clay and Carmine, who look so tiny, and keep running around Jotaro's legs all excited and yappy.

"I gotta see Chewie! Please?" Eileen asks.

The puppies bump noses and, bam! Chewie.

"He smells like perfume! And he's got white hair," Eileen tells Chewie, and then the hound bounds off.

Eileen tugs on Jotaro's ear, "Go!"

Jotaro scrambles through the street after Chewie.

She takes them to a food stand.

"Really?" Jotaro asks drily.

Eileen flushes a little, "She's hungry...?"

"Mhm. You're hungry."

Jotaro buys Eileen a wrap.

"Can we find Polnareff now?"

Eileen slows her chewing, "Who-now?"

"... Polnareff."

"?"

"The guy we were tracking."

"...Silver man..."

"Yes."

And this is how they find out Eileen is losing her memories.

**

While they tail Chewie Eileen asks, "Where are we?"

"Luxor."

"Is that close to France?"

"Not...really?" The question is out of nowhere.

"Is it closer than Japan?"

"I think so."

Eileen visibly perks up.

"Do you think we could visit my dad after we find your friend?"

"I..." Jotaro looks for the words. It's a 'no', but Eileen doesn't remember why they've traveled so far. Doesn't know that his mom is sick, that lives are at stake. He misses his mom too.

"Can we?"

"Isn't he with your mom?"

"No," slips out softly.

Then Eileen very pointedly looks at Jotaro. "He totally would be if he could."

Eileen scrunches up her face, glaring to the best of her capability, "So don't say he doesn't love me," she adjusts her dress. "He's working really hard."

**

Chewie leads them to a nice looking neighbourhood but then stops.

"We have to keep going."

"She lost his scent," Eileen replies.

Of course, they don't know, but Polnareff got dunked in the bath.

They wander about the line of houses, going door to door asking if they've "seen a silver haired kid about, yea high?" Getting "No"s all the way. They get to the final house on the block.

Jotaro leans forward so Eileen can knock "for herself", it's like fighting her to press elevator buttons. Was that really just this morning? Then a shriek comes from the other side of the house, with the sound of shattering glass.

Jotaro rushes to the back and--

"That's him!" Eileen points. "That's the man!"

Huh, he does have ponytails... And are those bells in his hair?

The stand user sputters where he's half-lying on the ground.

"My-my boss, he--"

"Sure."

***

I could extend this part: further ruin the pacing by making it that Alessi's arc goes longer than Mariah's, but I'm sleepy.

***

Instead of liltaro beating the Stand effect out of Alessi, Chewie actually goes chomp! The weakening effect of Chewie's bite reverses the ages of his victims (somewhat) so Malèna is no longer in danger of dying!

The rest of it goes as canon does.

***

When the relief of a fight well worn has ebbed a bit, Eileen pulls Jotaro aside from the group. His stomach twists a little, in a pleasant way... Butterflies? This definitely isn't the first time Jotaro has felt so nervous around Eileen but--

"Could you keep what I said about my father between us?" Eileen asks in a hushed tone.

Ah, look at that, cold water poured down his spine.

"It's none of my business," he tugs on the brim of his hat.

Eileen smiles, it makes her eyes crinkle - Jotaro...likes seeing her happy. Even if she looks a little melancholic right now.

Eileen moves closer, hand so briefly on his shoulder before she continues away.

"We should get back before they ditch us."

"Mmhmm," he replies.

Her touch is so warm.

[lumibuns-blog]

Can we get some first date headcanons for SDC? c:

Ofccc! Tysm for responding!

Joots

Definitely swallowed his pride and asks Joseph for help

Super nervous like he doesn't know what to do

Be patient with him, he probably will just take you for a walk, he really likes night walks down to the beach

He will talk to you about any fish or aquatic animal he sees and is super happy when you are interested too

Overall very chill first date, kisses you very quickly at the end before practically running back to his hotel room

Kakyoin

This poor boy... is SO nervous

He's dreamed of his first date with you since the moment he fell in love

He's so excited to spend alone time with you

Takes you to an arcade!

Loves to teach you how to play video games and is even more happy if you get good enough to beat him (he might let you win, maybe)

Stands behind you and puts his hands over yours to teach you, gets super red when he realized what he did

You are going to have to initiate a kiss bc he is overthinking it to much to do anything

He is a stuttering mess when you pull away

Polnareff

Lover boyyyy

Very romantic and planned date

Takes you to dinner...until it get ruined by Iggy...

He's super upset that his perfect date got ruined

You might have to reassure him that everything is ok and that you are having a good time

The mood is down until he hears someone playing music and pulls you up to dance

You spend the rest of the night dancing as the sun goes down

When the music stops he pulls you close and gives you a very passionate kiss <3

Oldseph

Pays for EVERYTHING

Don't even try to pull your money out he has got it covered

Fancy limousine, nice restaurant, and he buys you anything you so much as look at

This isn't his first rodeo (Suzie Q I am so sorry) so he knows how to impress a girl on his first date

Likes being with you because you make him feel young again and bring out his mischievous side so shenanigans begin

He is 👏 experienced👏 he kisses you with a hand on your back and one cradling your face

When it's time for you to part ways he ruffled your hair

Avdol

Another nervous boy

Takes you on a nature walk

He has your hand in his the entire time

If you get tired he has you up on his shoulders and his is on cloud 9

Just really happy to spend some time with you like you are the only people in the world

Picnic dateeeee

Makes a bunch of food for you both to enjoy

Kiss him while you are laying in the grass next to him and he will fall in love all over again

[randoimago]

SDC Finding Out Their S/O is Ticklish

FANDOM: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Muhammed Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Jotaro Kujo, Kakyoin Noriaki, Joseph Joestar

Type of Request: Headcanons

Word Count: 743

Note(s): Finally finished SDC, it made me sad. So I’m doing this for pure self indulgence because I need some fluff to feel whole after what had happened.

Avdol

He lets out a chuckle of his own when he accidentally bumps into you, causing you to jump due to the tickling sensation. He’s worried he hurt you at first before you shyly tell him you’re ticklish.

He’ll give you an apology and a kiss on the back of the hand for accidentally tickling you, but don’t let that fool you. 

He absolutely keeps note of that for when he’s in a good mood.

Would never tickle you in public, but when the two of you are alone and he is in a particularly good mood then he will attack your sides. He won’t stop either because he just loves hearing you laugh. 

Even if you have tears streaming down your face from the tickling, he won’t stop. He’s truly a sadist.

Joseph

An absolute menace when he found out you're ticklish. Like he was probably joking around with you and made the comment, "I bet you're ticklish." Your silence spoke volumes.

Trust me, him initially making the joke has a 50/50 chance of him either going to chase you immediately to begin the tickling or him just giving a huge grin and letting you know that he will absolutely tickle you when the time comes.

100% tries to tickle you whenever you guys have downtime. He'll chase you around or try using his stand to grab hold of you. Just because he wants to hear you letting loose with laughing.

The problem here is Joseph is also very ticklish. So he might think he has the upper hand but as you're squirming.

But then you end up touching his side and he jumps. There’s a moment of silence as you both take in what happened before Joseph shouts, “OH NO!” and is now running and trying to negotiate a truce with you.

Jotaro

He accident brushed his hand against your side when he went to reach for something next to you. He ended up getting a squeak in return as you quickly moved away.

Jotaro acts annoyed that you're ticklish. And that reaction you had? You really can't just use your words, you have to run from him?

No but if you're going off on a tangent or getting too excited about something then Jotaro absolutely reaches over and pokes you in the side just to get you to jump away due to the tickling sensation. 

He smirks at your annoyed and flustered expression.

Honestly it’s just a thing where Jotaro won’t tickle you until you least expect it. He’s a menace that way.

Kakyoin

The nicest out of all of them. He finds out by accident and sees your reaction and he just keeps that information to himself, not saying a thing so not to further embarrass you.

Will apologize to you though. He didn’t mean to tickle you and he doesn’t know your feelings towards being tickled so if it made you upset then he is deeply sorry.

Okay so I said he’s the nicest, but if you two are playing video games then he might “accidentally” tickle you again just to keep you from winning.

But he does treat you to icecream afterwards as an apology for using that tactic against you.

So yeah, if he ever does tickle you then it’s an accident or he’s just in a more playful mood. You always get an apology afterwards and he won’t ever go overboard with it (unless you ask him for a tickle fight or something0.

Polnareff

Another menace when he learns that you’re ticklish. Probably also makes the joke of “I bet you’re ticklish” or he’s just attacking your neck with light kisses and you’re giggling.

But as soon as he learns that you’re ticklish, he’s going to try and grab you to tickle you then. He’s not going to wait now that he has this information available!

Will tickle you any day at any time. If you’re being super cute then he’ll start tickling. If you’re sad then he’ll tickle. What’s better than making you laugh, right?

Yet Polnareff is also probably ticklish and as soon as you find out he puts his hands up in surrender, trying to buy him time to run so you can’t tickle him.

Most of the time though, he loves to just play fight with you which becomes a tickle battle to see who surrenders first. It’s just a sweet moment between you two that only he gets to see.