#twst epel felmier

[thenumberhuntress]

Grim: Imagine the dorm leader as the GPS lady Ace, mimicking Riddle: I AM YOUR GPS AND IF I SAY TURN LEFT, YOU TURN LEFT! Jack, mimicking Leona: Good job, you missed your stop 5 minutes ago Epel, mimicking Vil: That turn was sloppy! Go back and do it over again!

[isy-easy]

*ahem* anyways after this complaining post, i can't wait for the anime to come out yay (i hope people who don't know anything about twst and are just basing this description on please check out the game, because it has a nice description of interesting characters) btw i hope this little comic makes you laugh a little.

https://x.com/MangaMoguraRE/status/1859436831688814963?t=3Jeqr7isIYQR3TRXaCh6nA&s=08

[random-twst-things]

*Ace, Epel, Grim in the office getting in trouble*

Crowley: So, because you and the perfect count as one student, it would only be fair to punish them as well!

Crowley: Said punishment will be given to you all, of course! You'll all be helping the janitors clean around the school for a month!

Ace: What?!

Epel: Fair?!

Grim: A month?! The hench-human didn't do anything! They're gonna ban tuna for the whole month!!

Crowley: That's unfortunate! But, I am trying to be a fair and reasonable headmage!

Grim: You can't do that to me-! I mean, them!

Ace: Dude, they're gonna kick ours asses for roping them into this!

Epel: We're done for.

Ace: Okay! How about this? You leave the perfect it of this! Don't even tell them!

Ace, leaning in: And the next time there's an anti-drug assembly, I will ask a question....

Epel: Ace, don't! What're you? Crazy??

Ace: Quiet Epel! Quiet!!

Ace, looking serious: I will ask a question of the speaker.

Crowley, taken aback: No one has ever asked a question at assembly...

Ace: I will ask one.

Grim: 😨

Crowley: A real question?

Ace: Yes.

Ace: Not like a, "Can we see your nipple?" kinda question. Like, a real one.

Crowley: Like, "how can I help ensure my school remains drug free"?

Ace: Like, "Who should I tell if I suspect a peer is on drugs?"

Crowley, shocked, hand on chest: Great Seven...

Epel: Ace, no-! No!

Ace: Shut up!

Grim: It's not worth it!!

Ace: Shut up! It's for the perfect! For us!!

Crowley, now serious: You have your deal. And may the seven have mercy on your soul.

Ace, Epel, and Grim: Thank you!

Dividers from/by @/cafekitsune

[lotuswish]

˗ˏˋ what loving you feels like to them (pt. 5 - pomefiore) ♛ .ᐟ

synopsis: have you ever wondered what falling in love feels like for each twisted wonderland boy? this series explores love from their perspective-how their personalities, experiences, and desires shape what loving you means to them.

featured character(s): vil schoenheit, rook hunt, epel felmier.

content warning(s): none

a/n: what loving you feels like to them might occasionally use the same words, but those words mean something a little different for each of them. it might sound familiar, but it's still their own!

link(s): (masterlist) (pt. 1 - scarabia) (pt. 2 - savanaclaw) (pt. 3 - heartslabyul) (pt. 4 - ignihyde) (pt. 5 - you are here) (pt. 6 - octavinelle) (pt. 7 - diasomnia)

vil schoenheit

loving you feels like an act of transformation for vil schoenheit, one that is as beautiful as it is unsettling. he has spent his life perfecting every detail of himself—his appearance, his talents, his reputation. he’s used to admiration, to being adored from a distance, and he knows how to control that image. but loving you is different. it’s raw, unpolished, and utterly beyond his control, a vulnerability he isn’t accustomed to showing. and yet, for all its unpredictability, it’s the one thing that feels flawlessly, unequivocally right.

vil is someone who has always chased excellence, striving for an ideal he’s convinced will earn him the recognition and fulfillment he craves. loving you, however, forces him to confront a different kind of perfection—one that doesn’t come from flawless appearances or achievements, but from the connection you share. it’s strange for him, at first, to realize that you don’t love him because of his carefully curated image, but because of the person beneath it. you see the vil who is fiercely ambitious, deeply disciplined, and occasionally insecure, and you love him anyway. that acceptance both unnerves and soothes him, making him feel more human than he’s ever allowed himself to be.

loving you feels like stepping off a stage into the unknown. he’s so used to playing a role, even in his personal life, that allowing himself to be vulnerable feels like risking everything. but you don’t demand perfection from him; you remind him that it’s okay to stumble, to falter, to let someone else carry the weight every now and then. your love is a mirror that reflects back not only his beauty but also his flaws, and somehow, you make him feel like both are worth cherishing.

at the same time, loving you ignites his protective instincts. vil is used to being in control, and the idea of losing you—this person who sees him, truly sees him—frightens him in a way he won’t easily admit. he wants to shield you from the harshness of the world, to ensure you never doubt your worth the way he sometimes doubts his own. his love for you becomes a mix of pride, vulnerability, and a fierce determination to be someone worthy of your affection.

for vil, loving you feels like standing in front of an unfinished canvas. it’s not perfect, not polished, but it’s alive with potential, vibrant with color, and undeniably beautiful in its imperfection. it’s a reminder that the most meaningful things in life aren’t always flawless, and that sometimes, the greatest beauty comes from being unapologetically, authentically human. with you, he doesn’t need to be perfect; he just needs to be himself, and that is enough.

rook hunt

loving you feels like an endless hunt for rook hunt, a thrilling pursuit of discovery that never ceases to fascinate him. for someone who sees beauty in everything, who marvels at the world with poetic reverence, loving you is like finding the rarest gem—one he can study and admire for a lifetime, yet still feel like there’s more to uncover. you are his magnum opus, his greatest fascination, and the very embodiment of the mystery he so adores.

for rook, love is not passive. it is vibrant, passionate, and consuming. loving you feels like standing in the middle of a grand stage where every word, every movement, every shared moment is poetry in motion. he notices everything about you—the tiniest quirks, the subtlest shifts in your expression, the way your voice lilts when you speak. and yet, no matter how much he observes, you remain a puzzle he’s delighted to piece together, one fragment at a time.

loving you also brings him a profound sense of fulfillment, because for all his admiration of the world’s beauty, you are the one who holds his heart. it’s a paradox that he relishes: though he loves the chase, he also cherishes the comfort of being near you, of knowing you are his to adore. it feels like balancing on the edge of a knife, a thrilling blend of passion and peace that keeps him utterly captivated.

but love, for rook, is not without its vulnerability. he gives his heart so freely, so completely, that the idea of losing you is a fear he cannot ignore. it’s rare for him to feel hesitation or doubt, but with you, he finds himself wanting to protect, to nurture, to ensure that you feel just as adored as he makes you. his love is intense, but it is never overbearing; it is an offering, a gift he hopes you’ll accept as fully as he gives it.

loving you, to rook, feels like standing at the edge of an infinite horizon. it is breathtaking and boundless, an adventure that will never grow dull. you are his muse, his masterpiece, and the greatest treasure he’s ever had the privilege to find. in you, he sees the embodiment of everything he cherishes—beauty, mystery, and the joy of discovery. and for as long as he loves you, which is to say forever, he will dedicate himself to celebrating everything that makes you extraordinary.

epel felmier

loving you feels like proving himself to epel felmier, a challenge that pushes him to grow stronger, braver, and more certain of who he is. epel has spent much of his life battling against others’ perceptions, trying to break free from being underestimated or seen as fragile. loving you feels like a battle of a different kind—not one against the world, but against his own insecurities. it’s the kind of fight he’s proud to take on because, for once, he’s not just proving himself to others—he’s proving himself to you.

to epel, loving you is tied to his desire to be seen for who he truly is. he doesn’t want you to see him as delicate or soft; he wants to be your strength, your protector, someone you can rely on. earning your respect means more to him than simple admiration—it’s about proving his strength and worth to you. and yet, even when you show him that you love him exactly as he is, with all his contradictions and complexities, it still surprises him. it makes him feel something he’s not used to feeling: contentment. your love quiets the part of him that’s always restless, always trying to prove something. it makes him feel like he’s enough.

loving you is both exhilarating and humbling for epel. you challenge him in ways no one else does, not by questioning his strength, but by encouraging him to embrace every part of himself. you remind him that it’s okay to be soft sometimes, that he doesn’t always have to fight to be taken seriously. with you, he learns that there’s strength in vulnerability, in letting his guard down, and in being honest about what he feels. it’s not an easy lesson for him, but it’s one he treasures because it comes from you.

at the same time, loving you makes him fiercely protective. he wants to be the one who shields you from harm, who stands by your side no matter what. his love for you is unshakable, steady, and loyal to the core. you’re not just someone he admires—you’re someone he’s willing to fight for, someone who makes him want to be better, not for the world, but for you.

for epel, loving you feels like a kind of freedom he never knew he needed. it’s the freedom to be himself without worrying about judgment or expectations. it’s the thrill of being challenged and the comfort of being understood. loving you is a balance of passion and tenderness, strength and softness, and it makes him feel alive in a way nothing else ever has. you are his pride, his joy, and the one person he’ll always strive to protect while showing the strength and determination he’s always wanted to be recognized for.

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[bluessmau]

Kisses and Concealer - Epel F.

In which Fem!Lion Beastwoman!Reader leaves hickies on Epel and wants him to cover them up.

Warnings: Hickies. That's all.

Epel Felmier

[daily-twst-headcanons]

Daily headcanon 21: yuu likes to steal borrow

The other first years pajama hoodies/cardigans because they're nice and cosy (which leads to the other first years stealing each other's clothes because no one can bring themselves to take their clothes back from yuu)

[calcifiedunderland]

Pride & Prejudice: A TWSTed AU

A Beautiful Tyrant: V. Schoenheit

Introduction, or Pick another route!

Vil x GN! Reader

Warnings: P&P-level angst and miscommunication, Vil tendencies, talks of stress, the Power of Meddling Friends (ft. Jack and Epel)

Notes: I thoroughly enjoyed writing this part. It took several hours of overthinking, but this is probs my favorite. And I twst-ed Lizzy and Darcy. Hope you enjoy, this has been my contribution to the twst community, thx everyone <3

You smelled Vil before you saw him.

A musky, regal scent wafted into your nostrils and you felt your body tense automatically. Here comes the Queen, you sighed, shifting the stack of script papers in your arms.

Earlier that week, Vil sought you out. When he and Rook finally cornered you in Alchemy lab, he asked (demanded) you help him out with the Film Research Club’s latest production. You weren’t exactly at liberty to say no, because you knew you wouldn’t have a moments peace from Rook, Vil, and any one of Vil’s mob of fans at NRC if you did.

This all wouldn’t have started if Vil hadn’t walked by when you were reading Prejudice and Pride. It was after-hours, and you were reading under the Fairest Queen’s statue on Main Street for a change of scenery from Ramshackle’s dusty sitting room.

As luck (or misfortune) had it, you two started chatting. After you showed him what you were reading, Vil mentioned thoughtfully that he’d been looking for inspiration for a new Film Research Club production. Apparently, Prejudice and Pride was a classic on Sage’s Island, as it was in your world - a classic that Vil thought was just perfect to perform. And wanted you to help with, since you were now reading it.

So, here you were - up at 5am, yawning as the sunrise came up, waiting for Vil who somehow looked very put together (complete with perfume and a full face of makeup and a chic outfit, on a Saturday). It was just you, him, Ortho, and a handful of other club students at the moment.

“Set that over there, Jack,” Vil nodded, and the two of them walked to you. You smiled at Jack, a bit surprised. “Hey, what brings you here?” Your fellow first year smiled back at you, surprisingly energetic despite the early hour. “Vil and I usually run together around this time, he said he needed a hand with the set. I thought I’d help him out.”

You were about to respond when you yawned, stretching a bit. Vil set down a box, side eyeing you, “keep your eyes open, Prefect. I want all your attention.” You sighed, picking up your clipboard, “on it, Vil.”

—•—💜👑💜—•—

You were exhausted.

It was safe to say that, after working for a month with the Film Club, it was tough to get out of bed at 5 in the morning, deal with Vil’s weird iciness, and then trudge through the rest of the day.

Somehow, a conversation about the character dynamics of the two main leads snowballed into Vil thrusting the movie script into your ‘capable’ hands. Apparently, no one else in this world could fully understand the complex relationship that the main characters, Ellis Benner and Mr. Darby, had except you and Vil. When you began protesting, Vil’s sharp gaze locked onto you.

“Enough of this. I will not have this production fail before it even begins, and if it means learning on the job, then so be it. I do pride myself on seeing potential, (Name).” Gingerly, he put a finger under your chin. Maybe the light played tricks on your eyes, but you thought his gaze softened fondly at you, “I wouldn’t give you this if I didn’t think you could handle it.”

And that was how Vil Schoenheit schmoozed you into writing the next blockbuster hit. No pressure, or anything.

So far, the production had gone off without a hitch. You’d been at it for a couple weeks, and had gotten into full swing of things. Vil took the helm as director, while you were doubling as production manager and script writer. You’d lamented to Jack that you were more like Vil’s second-hand when it came to the production. You were glad Jack was popping by a little more often, since some of the work had to be done done before classes began at 8am.

Currently you were going over the script with Rook. A few times, Rook’s flamboyant gestures and over-the-top comments made you laugh, causing a few students to look over. After a while, you noticed that every time you laughed, Vil seemed to look at you with a frown - as if he was mildly annoyed with your amusement. Even when you weren’t laughing, you saw him glance at you out of the corner of his eye. After a while, you had enough.

You leaned closer to Rook quietly. “Rook, be honest. Did I offend Vil?” Rook looked at you, eyes wide. “Pourquoi? Le Roi du Poison doesn’t seem offended by you at all.” You glanced over at Vil. Yep, he was still staring at you, but now his brows were pinched in a deep frown, violet eyes stormy. Rook looked over aghast, “Mais non! He will get wrinkles!”

Vil abruptly rose from his seat and all but stomped over to you and Rook. Stray students jumped away from his path, as if his mere aura made them skittish. You tensed, staring him down.

“Prefect,” he said icily. “Vil,” you responded evenly, looking him in the eye.

“I seem to recall that I put you in charge to look over the script. You don’t seem to be doing that.” You drew yourself up, head raised to look up at Vil, “I found some errors. Rook was helping me.” Vil’s eyes darted to Rook, who smiled pleasantly. “The tricksteur has a keen eye! The production will shine with both your beauties when it is done!” This seemed to calm Vil down.

“Yes, it will…” he murmured to himself, then his eyes snapped to you. “I’ll see you back at the dorm, Rook. Prefect, I expect a full report by tomorrow. We’ll go over the changes together.” Vil marched off, and you sighed heavily. Rook patted your arm affectionately, before giving you a cryptic smile.

—•—💜👑💜—•—

“Cut! Absolutely not!”

You watched Vil with a frown, shifting in your chair, “I didn’t think that one was bad.” For the past few days, Vil wanted the contenders for the main lead and love interest to act out a scene together - a ‘chemistry test’ between actors to see if they’d work well together. Earlier, you’d offhandedly mentioned how you wanted the ballroom dance scene in the script to have a good balance of tension and romance. At that, Vil looked thoughtful, “perhaps we should make sure our leads work well together.”

You were dragged out of your thoughts as the two students acting on the stage muttered to themselves as they stalked off. You hummed, leaning back in your chair, “let’s end it for today. Everyone’s already tired as it is.” As everyone cleared out, you looked at Vil carefully, “we can start again tomorrow. But I really thought those students were fine.”

You couldn’t understand why Vil looked so annoyed. “Prefect, playing the roles of Ellis Benner and Mr. Darby goes deeper than just acting well for a scene. It has to be believable. And I’d like it to be faithful to the book.” You sighed, “is this all because one of them stumbled during the dance? It’s harder than it looks, y’know.”

Vil gave you a pointed look, “no, but both of them should dance better.” He sniffed, “Although I disagree. I’ve made the dance quite simple.” Vil looked over at you, something swirling in his eyes, “even you could grasp it.”

You bristled at his words. “Oh? Even me?” you echoed, frowning at him. Vil nodded, clearing his throat. “Yes. I’ll show you.” Suddenly you were swept to your feet, Vil’s hand in yours, leading you to the stage. His expression was unreadable as he faced you. His voice was uncharacteristically soft, “now, (Name), follow my lead.”

The beginning of the dance’s violin music wafted in the air delicately as you and Vil stepped together. “Focus, Prefect.”

You were definitely focused, if only to make sure you didn’t show how flustered you were. All you could see were Vil’s deep violet eyes, and you were hyper aware of his perfume. You weren’t sure how long you were clasped together, panting, until-

“Hey Vil, I brought the boxes you wanted, where should-?” You nearly jumped out of your skin as you parted from Vil, face feeling hotter than lava. Poor Jack looked baffled, muscling a heavy-looking box with props. You hurriedly straightened your shirt, glancing to Vil. Even he didn’t look fully composed, swallowing thickly.

“Yes, just-“ Vil cleared his throat, “just set them over there. Thank you, Jack. We’ll see you in the morning.” Jack ran a hand in his hair, confused, but nodded and left. You were suddenly aware you were still holding hands with Vil. You quickly let go, abruptly saying “well, we should go too. I- well, good night!” And you ran as fast as you could out of the set, not seeing the forlorn look on Vil’s face.

—•—💜👑💜—•—

“What?!”

You gaped at Rook, eyes wide. He looked equally distressed at the news. Apparently, during Spelldrive practice, Epel had fallen off his broom and gotten injured. “Is Epel okay?!”

“Oui, mon cher, he is alright. I just came from the dorm, the nurse gave him a healing potion. He will be fine, but alas! He will not be able to attend the practice dinner Vil is hosting!” Rook sighed dramatically, hands open wide next to him as he shook his head.

You bit your lip, “do you know if it’d be ok if I went to see him later? I’m sure he’d at least like the company…” Rook’s gaze warmed, “Oui! The company of a friend is always welcome,” he looked outside. “Although, it will likely rain later.”

You glanced out, snorting. “It’s bright and sunny out, Rook. I doubt it’ll rain.” Rook looked at you, mischief in his eyes, “bah oui, tricksteur. A hunter knows.”

—•—💜👑💜—•—

Needless to say, you will never doubt Rook again. Ever.

He said it’d rain, and rain it did. As soon as you got out of the botanical gardens after Herbology, a mini flood rushed your way down the dirt path. You hunched your shoulders and ran up the path to the Hall of Mirrors to get to Pomefiore.

Once you made it to the elegant halls of the Fairest Queen’s dorm, you trudged to the common room. You were about to make a beeline to the dorms, when-

“Great Sevens, Prefect, did you walk through the rain?!” Vil’s voice made your limbs freeze. Your eyes widened. Vil’s eyebrows knit together as he stood up, looking at you. He was oddly quiet, any other criticism halting on his lips. The two of you stared at each other strangely, until a student on the couch cleared their throat, wanting to talk to Vil.

You suddenly found your voice. “I’m so sorry,” you realized you were dripping dirt onto the nice carpet floors, “uh, is Epel in his room?” “Yes” Vil’s eyes bored into yours. You opened your mouth silently, then said “thanks.” You glanced at the other student, before nodding to yourself and leaving.

Silence passed, while Vil stared at your leaving figure after you disappeared down the hall. “By the Sevens, Housewarden did you see their clothes? Dripping water all over the floor,” the student said snobbishly, looking at the trail you’d left. “And their shoes and pants hem just caked six inches deep in mud.” He looked at Vil, thinking his upperclassmen would agree, but a chill went through him as Vil’s violet eyes bored coldly into his. “That’s enough. Now, did you want something or are you wasting both of our times?” The student shut up.

Meanwhile in Epel’s dorm, you were relieved to see him on the mend. He was just glad he could avoid Vil for a bit. In any case, you could tell he was fine because he had no problem complaining with you, which warmed your heart.

You groaned, flopping back onto the mattress. “He just-! Sometimes we’re completely fine with each other, and sometimes he just hates me, Epel!” Your friend just sighed, “look, Vil doesn’t hate you. It’s the opposite really-“ “He’s weird around me!” That got Epel’s attention. He angled himself and listened intently.

You balled up your fists, gritting your teeth. “He just stares at me!” You threw your arms open, “MENACINGLY!”

Epel watched you, unimpressed, piecing together what you said, and Rook’s cryptic words and Vil’s strange fascination with working with you. He hummed, “Maybe he likes the challenge?” You stopped your rant, looking up at him, “huh?” Epel shrugged, “no one else can speak to him like that.” “Not even you?” You teased, nudging him. Epel gave you a look before throwing his now-empty apple juice at you. You dodged it, laughing loudly.

—•—💜👑💜—•—

“Ah, there you are.”

You looked up from your lunch. Across the table from you stood Vil, arms crossed. You felt Epel tense, and you mentally prepared yourself to listen to a long speech.

A chill went down your spine when Vil stated “You can stop looking so tense, Epel. I’m here for (Name).” What could he want? You’d already given him the final script, and castings for the production. This could’ve waited till club time.

Vil began, “I’ve looked over the script, Prefect, and I think it’s good.” Wonderful. “But, I’m going to change one thing,” he inhaled, and looked you in the eye firmly, “You will play the role of Ellis Benner.”

Epel’s fork clattered down onto the plate, and his jaw dropped. You stared back at Vil, stomach churning anxiously. “Vil, I can’t play Ellis, I have no time. Besides, you didn’t have me do any readings-” Vil cut you off, “We’ll discuss this later. For now, go over what you can, and we’ll rehearse together.” As he walked off, you frowned. A single word he said echoed in your mind - ‘together’?

—•—💜👑💜—•—

You rubbed your eyes as you trudged to the set. You held your script in-hand, filled with highlights and written notes in the margins. There was no way today was going to go smoothly. After your mini-scare with Vil in the cafeteria, you didn’t think you sufficiently went over your lines. Sure, Vil was a little overbearing, but hopefully he’d be understanding.

You were surprised to see no one at the set. “Uh, hello?” You said hollowly, peering at the empty set. You were spooked when Vil stepped out into a spotlight. “Prefect, you’re here.”

You put your things down, and walked to him. “Look, Vil, I didn’t get a lot of time to prepare,” you looked around again for good measure, “and I guess the actor for the Darby isn’t here, so we’ll have to postpone it for today.” You couldn’t hide your relief.

Your heart dropped when Vil responded, “There is no need to cancel. I’ve decided on an appropriate actor for Darby.”

“Who?” You asked. Vil looked over at you, something swirling in his eyes, “Myself.” Your eyes widened as Vil took your hands and swept you towards the stage. “We will be going over the confession scene, the one in the rain.”

You blinked, trying to flip to the scene in your script. You hadn’t gone over this part. Still, you guessed you could improvise some lines with Vil, maybe?

“Vil, why do you want to play Darby? I thought the other actors were good. And the ones for Ellis were good, too.” Sure, you knew he always wanted to play the hero, but this seemed sudden. Vil turned to you, a hand on his hip, “I only want the best for this story. Such a classic needs two main leads who do it justice, and who better than you and me?” he sounded haughty, eyes daring you to challenge him.

You sighed through your nose, and launched into the scene without delay. “Fine.” If Vil wanted a good Ellis, you’ll give him a good Ellis. You steeled yourself.

“‘Mr. Darby? What are you doing here? In the rain?’” You asked, chin lifted in defiance.

Vil switched seamlessly, standing across from you. “Ellis, finally. I’ve struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer.” It was like the air shifted as he got into character. “These past few months have been torment. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and l-love you.” Vil took a deep breath, and you couldn’t quite describe it, but you felt his demeanor slip.

“I’ve fought against the inferiority of your status, rank, magical ability-” what? You thought, magical ability? That didn’t come from the book, “- and circumstance, but I’m willing to put them aside.” Vil held your gaze firmly, and you felt your heart in your throat.

He continued, taking a step closer to you, voice becoming thick, “I’m asking you to end my agony, (name). I beg you-” you didn’t realize he’d taken your hands, and your script fell to the ground, “please do me the honor of courting you. Please accept my hand.” You held his gaze, your next line falling silent. Something felt strangely… intimate about this rehearsal.

You were taking too long to deliver your line. Vil frowned impatiently, “(Name), your line please?” You sucked in a breath and took a step back, letting go of his hands. “What?” Vil asked, and briefly, hurt flashed in his eyes. “Vil,” your voice wavered, throat thick, eyes wide, “You said my name. During the line, y-you were supposed to say Ellis, but you said mine.”

You saw Vil slowly realize what just happened. He cleared his throat, and you saw the tips of his ears turn red. Was The Vil Schoenheit flustered? He spoke, “Yes well, I did have an… ulterior motive to casting you as Ellis, and myself as Darby.”

He took a deep breath, holding your gaze, “I didn’t exactly want to tell you like this, but I do indeed…” he ground his teeth, and forced out the words, “have feelings for you. I have tried to stop them, but…” He shook his head, and continued, “Well, I do understand that it may be shocking to you, what with you having no magic or connections in this world aside from Grim, and living in Ramshackle of all places, but I suppose it can’t be helped.”

You looked at him, dumbfounded, as he continued in a matter-of-fact way, “But I can overlook that. You could switch dorms, and come to Pomefiore.” He stopped, waiting for your response. As if it were no other thing you would possibly do. You felt yourself grow angry under Vil’s gaze.

“So, that’s it then?” You looked at him, and he seemed shocked at the anger in your eyes, “you wanted to tell me that despite all of these things you’re willing to associate with me? That I’m not good enough for you but you’ll like me anyway?” Vil’s eyes widened, but your voice grew louder. “Is that what this production is about? You trying to confess in some twisted, insulting way?” Vil frowned, eyes becoming stormy, “You have some nerve speaking like that to me, Prefect-”

“You are so arrogant.” Your eyes stung, “You expect me to date you, even after you said all of that to me? After making me work tirelessly for this stupid production and stressing me out? You don’t even like that you like me.” You laughed humorlessly, “Forget it, Vil. I’m never going to date you.”

You turned on your heel, feeling your eyes well up. You went straight back to Ramshackle and flung yourself onto your bed, ignoring Grim’s yelp and pats on your back, trying to ask you what’sa matter henchhuman?

Back on the set, Vil stared at you as you left, feeling the same way he did after he overblotted. He slowly gathered his things and began trekking back to Pomefiore in silence, replaying every word, action, and emotion as if he were rewatching takes from his movies, wondering if he was acting or if he really was diabolical. He didn’t notice the water dripping from above until he stepped into a puddle, the water soaking his socks. Ah, he thought, looking up to see the grey sky, it’s raining.

—•—💜👑💜—•—

You didn’t return to set for a week. You weren’t quite sure how to feel when Vil didn’t reach out.

After that day, you were sure that consequences known as Rook Hunt would be… well, hunting you. You couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched, and whenever you turned around to look, you noticed Rook looking at you with a somber expression. Still, he didn’t approach you. Some part of you sort of wished he did.

You couldn’t deny that your days were much shorter and less stressful now that you didn’t have Film Club, and since its members weren’t reaching out to you. Still, sometimes you found yourself a little too idle. Even your friends had noticed your moodiness, but thankfully didn’t tease you much whenever you’d pull out Prejudice and Pride to read. At first, Ace started to tease you that maybe you oughta switch dorms to Pomefiore if you were gonna read the stuffy classics! but when he saw you upset, he laid off.

You still did see Vil, but he simply went about his day normally, never glancing in your direction. Hurt pooled in your stomach whenever you saw him, and even when you scrolled through MagiCam, it felt like you only saw Vil. Advertising a movie. Old clips of his past films. Product promotions. His MagiCam account.

“I heard you quit the Film Club, Prefect. You okay?” Jack asked, setting his lunch tray down. You shrugged, pushing around the food on your plate. Epel nodded, “I overheard from Rook that ya quit, too.” Epel didn’t mention that what he’d heard was Rook waxing poetry to Vil to try and get him to go after you to explain himself, but he didn’t think you needed to know that. Especially when you looks clammy as soon as you heard Film Club.

“The work got a little… much,” you responded after a bit, “that’s all.” Jack rubbed the back of his neck, “Vil’s been looking stressed without you. He’s been trying to find actors fast. He said the original ones he had in mind didn’t work out, he looked pretty bummed out about it.” You tensed, and it didn’t go unnoticed by either of them. Finally, the bell rang, and you all but sprang up to leave, “bye guys, see you after class!”

Epel frowned as you escaped, “they have potions with me after lunch. I’m literally their lab partner.”

Jack’s frown matched Epels. “Something’s going on with them, and it’s been happening before this.” Epel agreed, “I overheard Rook talking to Vil. I’m thinkin’ something went down when the Prefect left Film Club. Not to mention, Vil’s been a real pain in the behind,” he said disdainfully, “He’s been real snappy lately.” Jack shook his head, “I don’t know, I think something else happened. Before (Name) left, I was delivering boxes to the set, and I think I interrupted ‘em or something.” Mentally, he cringed when he remembered that. Talk about being a third wheel, damn.

The warning bell sounded, and the stragglers in the cafeteria stood to get to class on time. Jack crossed his arms, ears twitching. “I have to stop by Film Club later, Vil wanted my help.”

Epel nodded, and as they went their separate ways, Jack thought back to last week.

—•—💜👑💜—•—

A week ago Jack was walking with Vil to the Film Club set. “So, I guess Prefect is gone for good?” Vil’s step faltered, barely noticeable, “I haven’t seen them since,” Vil said in a clipped tone.

“Did they get busy or something? It’s not like them to just leave like that,” Jack commented. Vil frowned, looking frustrated, “I agree. I’ve had to take care of many things for the production. Not to mention, I have to find new actors…”

Jack crossed his arms, “Y’know, I heard a few people were real interested in playing a part. Why not just ask them?” Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, “No one seems to understand. I had a very specific image for this film, and I needed Prefect to-!”

Abruptly Vil sighed, seemingly exasperated. “I’m sorry Jack, I’m not sure what came over me. I just…” Jack noted that Vil didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m just…” Vil seemed to struggle for a word, “frustrated that the Prefect and I didn’t see eye to eye.” Jack rubbed his name, “They were pretty busy when they were doing the production. It was a lot, not to mention all the other stuff they have to do. It’s not easy being Ramshackle Prefect.”

Vil bit his lip, “Well, I suppose it was only natural for them to disagree…” Vil swept his hair over his shoulder, muttering “...even if they were wrong. And I would speak to them, but I don’t think they’d want to see me.”

That was odd, what did he mean by that? Jack was about to question Vil, when the third year nodded to Jack, “I appreciate your help. I should be alright, will you be coming later on?” Jack nodded, deciding leave it at that. “See you later, Vil.”

—•—💜👑💜—•—

Ah, you thought as you shut your book. It’s raining again.

You really didn’t have a reason to continue reading Prejudice and Pride, but you told yourself there wasn’t anything else to do. Even though you did have other books, and finally got a movie player, and a stack of old movies that Sam had given you. You pinched the bridge of your nose. You’d gotten to the part where Darby confessed to Ellis, but you couldn’t stop thinking back to that day. Vil rehearsing lines to you. Telling how much he loved you. Holding your hands, as if he really meant it.

Maybe you wished he meant it. Wait, what?

You quickly shook your head, getting up. Maybe you could watch some movie to clear your head. You glanced over at a box full of books from the attic and the empty bookshelf, and do some cleaning.

Without a second thought, you slid a movie into the player and got to work. You didn’t really bother listening to the movie since you just wanted ambience. You were halfway to stocking the bookshelf when a voice made you drop a book.

“ ‘My my, what have we here?~’ ”

You spun around, squeaking “Vil?!” You were alone. But how…?

“ ‘I was sure you’re little troupe of friends wouldn’t come back. And yet, here you are~’ ”

Your attention snapped to the TV. Vil was in the movie you’d put on? Vaguely, you remembered that Vil once mentioned he’d been in a spy movie. Though you could, sadly, see that he was playing the villain. Still, you could tell that even at a young(er) age, he stood out from his protagonist costars. Vil had always had a way of commanding a room, even back then. Even if the room was a movie set, and you were viewing it through a crappy TV set.

You watched as a grainy, but recognizable, Vil moved across the screen. The cameras seemed to love doing close-ups on him, and you could see the technique he put into his acting. It wasn’t just his body movements, you realized in awe. It was his little facial movements, the way his eyes flickered in smugness. The way his mouth quirked up in that attractive smirk.

The movie protagonist shouted at Vil’s character, “How could you do this?! You’re so cruel! You’re a tyrant who doesn’t care about anyone!”

That’s not true. You snorted to yourself and picked the fallen book up. You mused to yourself as you shelved the book, Vil was strict, sure, but it wasn’t like he did things because he didn’t care. You found your eyes wandering back to the TV screen, some emotion blossoming in your chest. Rather, he did things because he cared too much.

You thought back to when you were filming with Vil a few weeks ago. Sure, you didn’t exactly like being stressed out with the production, but some part of you did miss it. You couldn’t exactly put your finger on it though. Or why it hurt when you saw Vil or Rook. You chalked it up to feeling bad about ditching him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to even talk to him, let alone apologize. You tried reading P&P to get your mind off it, but every time you sat down, you thought about Vil being Darby. And then you couldn’t focus.

As you were lost in you thoughts, the movie did a closeup on Vil. Maybe it was because you just hadn’t seen him a while, but you were mesmerized watching him in his element. Or maybe… You sat down on the couch, rubbing your arms, maybe you missed him.

When you first arrived to Night Raven College, you didn’t know anything about this world, much less its celebrities. When the VDC (SDC) rolled around and you became acquainted with Vil, you didn’t know who he was. Maybe that was why you eventually came to respect him, even if you didn’t always agree with him. You weren’t fully blinded by the stardom, but somehow you could understand why his fans liked him, without having to watch all his movies and interviews. You hadn’t admitted it to anyone, but eventually, you started to like him, definitely not in a fan way. And it freaked you out, but you tried to keep your crush-crush in check. After all, it wasn’t weird to have a celebrity crush. Even if you had a micro crush on your friend, who happened to be a celebrity.

You kept it under wraps, to the point where you didn’t really flinch when he interacted with you. So when he asked you to help with Film Club, you thought you would be just fine. Your crush had faded, and that was that. Or so you thought. And then that day happened, and you were back to being confused again.

You took a shaky breath, realization filling your core as you watched Vil move across the TV screen, laughing at the protagonist. Oh, great sevens. You still liked Vil. And you brutally told him off. You didn’t even hear him out. You bit your lip as Vil’s character was kicked down by the protagonist, a villain defeated. What have you done?

—•—💜👑💜—•—

Epel didn’t always like Vil’s lessons, but now he was sorta glad he had them.

It wasn’t always easy dealing with the endless etiquette lessons, but the physical lessons were alright. Especially when the endurance and grace lessons came in handy to sneak around. Epel may not have been Rook, but he could sneak easily around the dorm when he wanted to. Especially now.

It was starting to get late, and Epel was tiptoeing to the Pomefiore kitchens to sneak in a little snack. Vil usually went to bed earlier for “his beauty rest,” and usually Rook wouldn’t trouble him. As Epel closed the fridge door, triumphantly holding his contraband goodies (some beef jerky and a bottle of Harveston’s finest apple juice), he was startled to hear voices from the dorm laboratories.

“-so utterly ridiculous. The nerve! After I put together the whole production!”

Vil was still awake? Epel ducked behind a large plant and peeked through the foliage. Vil was in his dorm uniform (improperly dressed for lab, Epel noted), goggles on his face, dorm crown crooked, and hunched over the workbench as he mashed something angrily with a mortar and pestle looking frazzled. Rook, meanwhile, was properly dressed for lab, in his lab coat and goggles, shaking his head. “I see, Roi du Poison. Such a shame they quit, the film would have been magnifique with your combined beauties!~”

Vil huffed, tossing his bangs over his head. “The Prefect worked just as hard as I did for this film! Surely they cared about it? And after all that time working together with me, I thought- I thought they’d at least see it through!” Vil gave the pestle one last smash! and promptly dumped the contents into the bubbling caldron. Whatever was inside it hissed loudly and began spewing green fumes, and Rook took off his hat to fan it away from their faces. Vil turned back to his workbench, frowning at his potions book.

“I don’t understand.” Vil angrily stirred the cauldron, his gaze so burning it could boil the mixture. “Couldn’t the Prefect see that I only had their best intentions with this production?! And I was willing to work with them, despite them having no experience with film!”

Epel suddenly wondered if Vil was talking about the film, or himself. Rook was quiet for a moment, and quietly said, “Mon Roi, I believe you’ve pushed them too much.” Vil stopped stirring, but didn’t turn to Rook. He continued, “the Tricksteur’s beauty is not rooted in what they could be, but what they are. After all, that is what drew you to them, was it not?”

Epel’s eyes widened, and he stumbled a bit after being hunched down. The leaves on the plant rustled, but it seemed that Vil didn’t notice, lost in thought. Rook’s eyes darted in Epel’s direction, and he stiffened. Vil stammered out distractedly, “Yes, well, I- hmm…” He looked troubled at Rook’s words.

Rook took the stirring stick from Vil gingerly, “Vil, you should go to bed. You will need your beauty rest for the day ahead!” Vil sighed, shucking off his goggles and taking the dorm crown off his head, “You’re right, Rook. Thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Epel scrambled back towards the wall as Vil passed him, purple dorm sleeves brushing the plant. He heard Vil mumbling to himself, “the Prefect… maybe I should…?... No…”

Epel sighed in relief, and was about to sneak off when Rook’s shadow loomed over him. “Monsieur Pommette, how lovely to see you.”

Epel yelped, hiding his snacks behind his back even though it didn’t matter now. Rook towered over him. “I presume you overheard us, oui?” Epel scrambled up, trying to compose himself. “Y-yes, Vice Housewarden.” Epel sighed, here comes the punishment- “Then perhaps you could speak to the Prefect?” Rook asked, a hand on his hip.

Epel’s eyes widened as Rook continued, “I believe there has been some misunderstandings between our Roi du Poison and our dear Tricksteur. Perhaps you’d be willing to investigate?” Epel already was interested in this, (if only to cheer you up), but Rook sweetened the deal. “I can get you out of that etiquette dinner you’ve been so dreading?” Epel grinned and nodded, “Deal!”

Rook sighed, but looked pleased. “Ah, to choose missing a meal of beauté… but such is what we give up for friendship.”

—•—💜👑💜—•—

“Alright Prefect, see ya later,” Epel waved as you left the cafeteria early with Grim. You wanted to catch Professor Crewel before homeroom to ask him about an Alchemy assignment, and Jack and Epel were only too happy to see you off. Once Ace and Deuce headed off too, the two of them got to work debriefing (gossiping).

After a few minutes, they were done. “... so that’s what I heard from Rook,” Epel finished. Jack’s brow furrowed, “Sounds kinda like the Prefect and Vil don’t really know how to deal with each other.”

Jack leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in thought. His ears twitched, “Y’know, Vil wants my help with fixing one of the light beams on set tomorrow morning. It’ll just be me and him…” Epel’s eyes widened, and a small grin grew on his face, “an’ Prefect said they’d be waking up early anyway to finish an Alchemy assignment.”

Understanding passed between the two of them, smirking.

—•—💜👑💜—•—

Turns out, it’s actually pretty hard to get you out of Ramshackle when you’ve already locked in for Alchemy.

“Epel, I’m almost done. What could you possibly want?!” Your friend was already dragging you by the wrists out the door, spewing a few Harveston-flavored phrases you couldn’t quite make out. “Y’aint gonna stop m’fr nothin!”

“I promise, Prefect, just follow me-” Epel grabbed your wrist and began pulling you. For a small guy, he had a lot of strength. “Dude, calm down. I’m coming- wait, Epel-!”

Instead of taking you to the library, Epel dragged you to towards Main Street, where Vil had the production set up. “Epel, where are we going?! I’m not done with Alchemy!” Epel grunted, “Yer jus’ gonna have ta trust me!” Dammit Prefect, he was halfway to tossing you over his shoulder and hauling you to the set like a sack of potatoes.

You soon relented though, feeling as if Epel would tear your arm out of its socket if you struggled any more. “Fine…”

Meanwhile, Jack was running out of things to stall Vil with. Vil tapped his foot, arms crossed and frowning slightly, “Well? I believe that takes care of everything, Jack. I’d like to get back to the dorms.” Jack flinched, “Ah…”

Jack’s ears twitched as he heard you and Epel squabbling in the distance. “So Vil!” Jack moved, keeping Vil’s attention on him so Vil’s back was to the path. He rubbed the back of his neck, “You remember when you said you wanted to talk to Prefect about what happened?” Vil rose an eyebrow, immediately suspicious, “Yes…?”

“Uh- well…” Jack cleared his throat, looking over Vil’s shoulder. “Looks like you’re gonna have to face it sooner and not later.”

“What?” Vil’s eyes widened. You struggled against Epel’s hold, his hand still tight on your wrist. You narrowed your eyes at Vil’s back. “Epel, why…?” At your voice, Vil spun around, and panic flashed on his face. There you were, the rosy dawn light washing over you, better than any stage lighting could ever hope for. “Vil,” you said, swallowing thickly.

“We oughta leave you two,” Jack said abruptly, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Epel nodded, “R-right!” Soon, it was just you and Vil.

You looked away, feeling too nervous to look at him. “Vil, I…” He quietly cut you off, tone gentle. “Prefect, would you walk with me?” You looked up at him quizzically, and nodded. He lead you out of the set, to a nearby bench outside. You gazed out at the rising sun, breathing in the chilly air. You tried again, guilt eating at you, “I’m sorry for what happened that day.” You bit your lip, looking at the ground and away from Vil, “I said a lot of hurtful things to you. I know you didn’t mean it like that but…”

“No, (Name). You were right to be upset.” Your breath hitched, and you turned to Vil. He was looking at you with a soft, almost… mournful look. “I… also said some things I shouldn’t have. And I…” he took a deep breath, “I didn’t realize at the time how overworked you were. I never meant to put that kind of stress on you, I just… I wanted to push you to be the best. But I never wanted to change you.”

Your eyes widened. You never thought you’d get a genuine apology, let alone from Vil, but you could see that he meant it. You were stunned, but Vil took your silence to mean that you were angry at him still. He rushed out, “N-not that it’s an excuse. How I behaved was…” Vil trailed off, and you could feel the tension leave you.

“And,” Vil said softly, “I suppose I wanted to play a role that wasn’t the villain. And this role… was the best way to do that.” He laughed humorlessly, “I guess, in trying to not be the villain, I became just that to you. For that, I…” Vil took a deep breath, “I’m sorry, Prefect. Truly. And I understand if you… don’t wish to see me again.”

Your eyes widened, and Vil looked away. You gently touched his hand, “Vil, at first I was kind of mad about how much work I had to do…” You saw him purse his lips, but you continued, “But I’m not mad at you, Vil. And I’d be really hurt if I didn’t see you again.”

Vil’s eyes seemed to shine at your words, “I also confess that I’ve tried to separate myself from the thought of you, but I’m afraid it’s done quite the opposite. Prefect, I truly meant everything I said that day.” His gaze was soft but nervous, “You truly have bewitched me body and soul. And I suppose I’m asking for your heart,” he said, looking away.

You breathed out a laugh, inching closer to him. You gently put your fingertips to his jaw, turning his face towards yours, “Don’t worry,” you smiled, eyes shining, “it’s already yours.” Vil’s smile mirrored yours, and slowly he closed the gap between you two, pressing his lips against yours.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and the two of you shifted around on the bench. Vil’s arm went around your waist, and his hand rested beneath your jaw holding you in place. One of your hands drifted down towards his collarbone, over Vil’s heart. After what felt like forever, you pulled away, smiling so widely it felt like you’d never stop. You and Vil locked eyes, and you both chuckled breathlessly.

Epel fist pumped quietly behind the tress, “Finally! Took ‘em long enough.” Jack beamed, tail wagging wildly. “Glad to see they’re back to normal.” Epel grinned, “maybe now, Vil’s gonna be distracted n’ I can-”

Jack suddenly straighted up, feeling a chill down his back. “Uh, Epel-”

At that moment, Rook landed from the trees behind them, clapping his hands on their shoulders. “Ah, what a miracle love is~!” Jack jumped, ears and tail standing straight up. Epel let out a small shriek, heart beating wildly. Rook smiled obliviously, “You should be proud of the part you’ve played!” He sighed happily, watching the two of you like you were a stage opera, “Truly magnifique~”

You giggled into Vil’s shoulder, “do they know that we know they’re there?” Vil hummed, nuzzling his cheek against your head, “Rook will deal with them.” You sighed blissfully, deciding not to deal with that and instead bask with Vil in the setting sunlight, your head on his shoulder. In that moment, his perfume had never smelled sweeter.

~END

*smacks fic* this oneshot can fit so much overthinking in it

But seriously, thank you all so much for your support and patience!! I’m glad people still like this series lmao. Hope you liked the fic 😄 take care shrimpies~

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[daisystwistedgarden]

mornings in the pomefiore dorm are, well, interesting.

after the descruction of ramshackle dorm by the styx agents, you and grim are invited to spend the length of the repairs in one of pomefiore's spare rooms. it's a stunning dorm, truly, shining with jewel tones and elegant decor that sets it apart as the pinnacle of beauty amongst the others. but life continues on after yet another overblot, and with school to attend, you have plenty of mornings to experience the range of pomefiore's unique morning routines.

vil schoenheit wakes you up with the sun, insisting that a good day begins with a thorough and meticulous morning routine. you're dragged into his private bathroom and provided an herbal tea blend as he coaches you through a multi-layer skincare routine. your head is swimming as instructions and serums alike are given in his authoritative tone. is this a morning routine or a test? then it's off to yoga in his room as a face mask soaks into your tired skin. rinse, pat dry, then moisturize, all so your skin is prepped when he then guides you to his vanity. vil acts as though doing your makeup alongside his is such an inconvenience, yet refuses to let you wriggle out of this step-- as an honorary pomefiore resident, you will be as graceful and elegant as the rest of the dorm. you feel more awake (and much more sparkly) as you're brought downstairs to join the rest of the dorm for breakfast. a wide array of dishes catch your eye, all politely requested and passed between manicured hands as you consume the most dignified meal you've had in ages. grim is more than happy to shove various fruits down his greedy gullet as the morning progresses, but finds himself quite grumpy as he's forcibly wiped clean right after the meal is dismissed by a particularly demanding housewarden. the whole routine feels exhausting, and you wonder how vil brings himself to do it each and every day. but it's hard to argue with how energized and put together you feel by the end of the day, waltzing back to pomefiore when the day would have usually worn you ragged.

another morning, you're awoken by clinks and clanks somewhere downstairs, and a particular voice carries across the dorm that piques your curiousity. rook hunt is found in the kitchen, assisting some other pomefiore students with breakfast preparations. his face lights up as he sees you, and an energetic greeting from the frenchman makes you more exhausted than when you woke. he coaxes you into a seat at the edge of the kitchen for an impromptu lesson about the work ethic of pomefiore's finest, chattering as he hands you a mug of some warm tea. he's attentive to both you and the students around him. a student struggles with cutting open one of the fresh melons for breakfast and he swoops in to assist without complaint. the flex of his muscle underneath his nightclothes catches your eye as he uses a big knife to cut through the melon like butter, leaving everyone awestruck for just a moment before he continues on with the preparations like nothing had happened. grim makes his way downstairs as you and the vice housewarden are setting up the grand dining table, and you hear his groggy complaints as rook ushers you back upstairs to get ready for school. the hunter moves fast-- by the time you're done getting dressed and making yourself somewhat presentable, he's at your door once again, fully dressed with neatly applied makeup, welcoming you back downstairs with flourish. he oozes hospitality as he glides across the dining room back into the kitchen, effortlessly fixing place settings and touching up dishes as students begin to gather for breakfast. rook's across from you as the meal begins and flashes you a charming smile over his mug as he takes a sip. for such an oddball, he really is put together-- that is, until you squint to see a few freckles he didn't cover in all his hurrying this morning, visible only when he turns to ask vil how he slept. not so perfect, after all?

you don't realize how late it's gotten one morning, not until the door swings open and a panicked epel felmier begins shaking you awake. you hear something along the lines of "we overslept!" and "did ya even set an alarm, dummy?" in all your grogginess. grim begins to complain about the yelling, but hearing vil's sharp tone from somewhere in the hallway makes you sit straight up in a cold sweat. you and epel stare at each other with wide eyes for a few seconds. then it's a flurry of movement-- epel rushes out to get dressed, and you're yanking open the wardrobe to grab your wrinkled uniform you neglected to hang up the night before. epel had snuck in after lights out to complain about the endless rules at pomefiore with you, and the conversation lasted long enough that you both crawled into bed far too late to remember trivial things like "alarms" or "school". but now the consequence of that transgression rear its ugly head as you search frantically for your belt and grim's ribbon. you and epel nearly collide in the hallway once you're both halfway decent, and you tuck grim under your arm as the three of you book it to breakfast. vil's disappointed gaze watches you take your seat next to the first year. you're preparing for a scolding, but one never comes-- epel distracts the housewarden with a request to tutor you both for an upcoming potions exam. your supposed studiousness saves you a lecture, and epel playfully nudges your foot with his under the table.

[witch-craft-works]

Crime Shows with The first years

Crime show: show's graphic image

Ace: *Cringing*

Epel: Dear God

Sebek: How did this even get past the cenesors?!

Yuu: 😐

Ace: Well aren't you unfazed

Deuce: Yeah this doesn't bother you?

Yuu: I've been watching SVU and Criminal Minds longer then I should have been. This is child's play

Jack: What kind of childhood did you have?

[rururarashi]

DL au extra!! full art

yuubi is just in her birthday outfit cause I didn't think of one for Ramshakle yet but here they are my little pookies!! damn if i had known my doodles would drag me in this deep i would have shut off my PC. ill probably add jack and sebek in once i get to them but for now this is where it will stand.

find my other designs here: TWST ART + RAMBLE MASTERLIST

[thenumberhuntress]

Trey: If you want to defeat someone, you must... Sebek: Slap them Epel: Stab them Jack: Punch them Ace: Hit them Deuce: With a baseball bat Grim: Burn them Yuu: Kill them Trey: ... Trey: What is wrong with you first years?!!?

[lk2222]

[random-twst-things]

Epel: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang a mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it

Vil: Epel, no

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Mistlefoe

Vil: Mc/Y/N/Yuu, stop encouraging him

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I'm not, I just threw in a creative name for his new tradition

Epel: Mistlefoe... Got a nice ring to it, I'll use it!

Vill: NO!

Dividers by/from @/cafekitsune

[brbievivi]

DISCUSSION .ᐟ

Le chasseur d’amour — Rook Hunt’s Tenacity

Overview : Rook hunt sees beauty in so many ways — to him beauty is all around, and he endlessly pursues it. This discussion will cover Rook’s unique outlook on beauty.

Author's note : I love Rook sm. This is simply a little discussion; this is in no way a bash on any of the characters. You are free to have your own opinion and let me know your thoughts in the comments .ᐟ

MASTERLIST

While his stalker-ish tendencies are concerning sometimes, it’s clear Rook Hunt has a keen eye for beauty. He embodies the tenacity of the Evil Queen while still adding his own flair.

The Spirit of Tenacity and Imperfection

While Rook Hunt admires Vil for his effortless grace and determination, he also finds the beauty in his imperfections, because facing difficulties using perseverance and courage is its own beauty.

Tenacity is the determination and resistance to not give up, and we see Rook display that himself along with others around him.

For example, in one of his voice lines he says,

"How exciting it is to hone one's craft."

He finds excitement in those who exhibit dedication and perseverance, an aspect of beauty that falls under the Evil Queen's spirit of Tenacity.

In book 6, Rook Hunt immediately flies over to find STYX headquarters to give Vil his skincare; he knows Vil values his beauty regimes, and Rook is determined to not give up for Vil and for the art of beauty. To Rook there is beauty in the journey of facing challenges; his heart fills with admiration for those who don’t give up. He saw how Epel wouldn’t resist following him on his journey to Styx, so he allowed him, Yuu, and Grim to come along.

Rook values the essence of someone; he admires their strength, whether it’s physical or mental; he sees the beauty in determination and hard work.

Devoted Fascination

We all know Rook can be rather intense when he's fascinated by someone, and while he is one step away from a restraining order, his devoted nature allows him to see others from a new lens.

For instance, Rook’s nickname for Leona is “Roi de Lions,” meaning “King of Lions,” which calls attention to Leona’s royal status and commanding presence.

While many at NRC might typecast Leona as lazy and unmotivated, Rook shows his fascination for him by recognizing Leona’s intelligence and protectiveness. Rook is hunting to seek what else Leona is hiding under his cynical persona.

His ability to find beauty in small fragments of someone’s personality makes him more intrigued, and a hunter loves to chase.

Beauty lies within

Rook sees the beauty in someone's individuality.

I love how in one of his voice lines he says,

Très bien! You grow more radiant by the day. I can only imagine how beautiful you will be tomorrow!

He doesn’t apply superficial expectations on how someone and instead encourages others to express their unique identity. For instance, he gives everyone distinctive nicknames because everyone is different, and he wants to highlight their own beauty.

We see in the main story how Rook encourages Epel to embrace his strengths and charm, showing him that it’s not a weakness. We also see how Rook admires Vil’s dedication to cultivate himself to be the most beautiful, but he also reminds Vil that his beauty stems more than just his looks.

While Rook’s enthusiasm makes some eye roll, Rook’s ability to not be superficial and help others find the beauty in themselves is very honorable.

The Artist's Touch

Rook is an artist in many ways; the world is a painting, and he is there to bask and appreciate the beauty surrounding him; he cherishes the creativity in everything.

For instance, in one of his voice lines he says,

"Some beauty can only be beheld by those who have fully mastered their art. Très bien! You have shown me a whole new world."

An artist seeks inspiration for their new projects, ready to express their innovative ideas with a pencil or a brush. Similarly, Rook expresses his admiration and dedicates himself to finding beauty; every aspect of beauty he finds is his painting, his drawing. He is the artist seeking new inspiration, and the beauty he finds in others/ things are his canvases.

Rook uses poetry to display his joy for something or someone (Leona), and while it weirds the other students of NRC out, it seems that he uses poetry to express his thoughts. Rook is a theatrical person at heart, he loves watching the raw emotions that are executed on a dazzling stage, and he wants to immerse himself with feeling in real life.

Rook, our favorite theatrical weirdo, is truly the hunter of love and beauty, seeking, cherishing, and dedicating himself to self-expression and finding the beauty in life.

If you made it this far, tysm for reading .ᐟ

[bluessmau]

Reader Comes out as Non-Binary 💛💜

In which Reader comes out as Non-Binary after being accidentally misgendered by Riddle, Epel, and Sebek.

Requested by Anon. Pre-relationship. Fluff.

Warnings: Reader gets mistaken as a man, but not out of maliciousness. Kind of like that scene in OHSHC where the Host Club thought Haruhi was a boy.

Riddle Rosehearts

Epel Felmier

Sebek Zigvolt

[daily-twst-headcanons]

Daily headcanon 9: when playing truth and dare ace and epel always choose dare to look tough and competitive while Sebek leans towards dare to prove that he'd do anything in honour of malleus (then immediately get super embarrassed by the dares and yell about how improper they're being) deuce would lean more towards dare not because he wants to act tough but because he'd be scared he might accidentally reveal his past as a delinquent and jack chooses truth because he doesn't wanna get in trouble for doing stupid things