#twst x oc platonic

[littlemissayu]

Ok my second character

Again I'm just gonna put a picture of her cause it's easier

Her name is Kasai.

She's 3000+ years old around 5'8 and is fairly built (idk how else to describe that she works out)

Shes a god of fire and war. She's illiterate but not completely dumb, she's a master of manipulation and war tactics, she's very loud and always tries to smile to keep the people around her at ease. She tries not to get attached to mortal people but if she does she'll do anything to protect them. She can't feel romantic love at all and thinks it's very weird that people get into relationships.

She has a dragon form (she doesnt fully become a dragon she only gets dragon features) (I'll try to explain it in her backstory, her dragon form has tall horns wings and a tail with feathers on the end of it that look like fire).

She likes to befriend people she thinks are strong and can keep her from doing something outlandishly stupid.

Backstory (I'll try to make it as short as I can she has so much lore it's unreal): She was born to be apart of a deal her father made with a neighboring kingdom (she was gonna have to marry someone she didnt know), she was never aloud to go outside and would get jealous of her older brother who got to go outside every day. One time in the middle of the night a voice was practically pulling her to her family's crowning room. She had touched the family scythe and could feel a surge of power enter her body. She quickly ran away and tried not to think about it. Her brothers crowning came but when he went to grab the scythe it gave his hand a really bad burn (the scythe has a defense mechanism where it can sense when the king/queen isn't touching it and will burn everyone else but the king/queen) the scythe floated over to her and claimed her to be the next ruler. Her dad was pissed and was screaming at her when he was stabbed by one of her guards. A couple hundred years later she befriends a mortal witch named Astrella. She was on a walk with astrella one day when astrellas feet got caught in some mud. A ice lady shows up and shoots spreading ice at her (Name is self explanatory) the ice starts sticking to astrellas skin and kasai hurridly tries to get her out and punches the ice. The ice had already stuck to astrella though so when she punched it, it ripped astrellas body apart. Kasai took anything that was left of her and went into a blind rage. Killing anything that stood in her way. During her rampage she runs into Alvar getting attacked. Alvar looks alot like astrella in kasais eyes and quickly kills the people attacking her. She helps Alvar and makes her a head knight.

(Her mom cheated on her dad with a dragon that took a human form and that's why she has a dragon form, kasai is also not her actual name, it was given to her by astrella. Her original name is etsu)

(I'm so sorry that was so long I really tried to summarize it😭)

The character I want her written with is Leona for prompts 7 and 17 (platonic)

A/N: no because why am I lowkey interested in this lore???

Leona Kingscholar x Kasai(Platonic)

Prompts: 7. "Don't.Do.It" & 17. "Are you crazy?!" "A little"

In the Botanical Gardens laid a lazy lion napping. His long brown hair shining in the light and his tan brown skin radiated with a natural glow, defining his broad shoulders and muscles. The lion beastman slept peacefully for an hour up until he detected something, he didn't get or open his eyes but he was awake and listening out for whatever or whoever was there. All of a sudden he notices someone is hovering over him. "Wake up sleepy head" He heard from a familiar voice, one he was inconvenienced(his words but he's lying) with everyday since they came into his life.

"You do know I know you're awake, right?" Kasai said with an obvious annoyance in her tone. "What do you want" Leona grumbled, he cracked open his eyes to see the half dragon God above him. “ To get you to class” she said with a smirk. “You can’t MAKE me go” he said and closed his eyes. “I really could, all it would take is a certain Dragon Prince to get an anonymous tip that he needs to come-“ before finishing her sentence he abruptly put a stop to her sentence. “Don’t you dare” Leona threaten, he opened his eyes to glare at her. “You do realize I could destroy you with my scythe if you tried me right” she giggled. “You won’t, just like you won’t call over that giant lizard” he retaliated, Kasai could see how serious he was, so she does the smart thing and ignores it. "You wanna bet?" she said her smirk was large, and all she could think was how funny it was to annoy her friend. Her long brunette hair was in a ponytail, and her red eyes looked into her friends with the expression of pure mischief.

"Don't.You.Dare."

His bright emerald eyes narrowed and gave him a stern stare. Clearly he was not having it. "Go.To.Class" she responded in the same cold tone but it was more playful then his, they stared each other down for another 2 minutes straight. Starting to get annoyed she gave him a terrifying look, like a mother warning her child to quit acting up in public. Yet Leona remained unfazed, at least that's what it looked like. Out of respect, he decides to finally get up, obviously still grumpy. He grumbled under his breathe about how he's seriously taking commands from 'another stupid lizard'; Kasai put on her classic smile ready to get him to his class as a favor for a her clearly hard-working peer.

The shining lights and sound of the plants swaying softly, made him want to just lie down and lull back into slumber, but he didn't want to be kept awake by his red eyed companion. The brunette simply chuckled at how clearly annoyed Leona was, and her glanced at her in the corner of his eye giving a her a nasty look. She looked at him with an amused faced and simply teased, "You know if you didn't get up from the Malleus threat, I would have just heated up your rock by a lot so that you get annoyed and decide to finally listen. That makes the emerald eyed lion stop in the middle of the pathway, Kasai stopped to steps ahead of him and laughed out loud at his face. He had a faced that, was disgusted, angry, annoyed, and shocked all at the same time, at the fact she would almost give him 3rd degree burns just to get him to class.Was she completely serious?No, but it was funny to see Leona's face.

"Are you crazy?!" "A little"

And as Leona's face eased up they continued their walk to Leona's next class.

Ngl, I think leona is dead ooc in this but I was having some much writer's block(And procrastination) today and the last few days that, I'm not that mad at it!!

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The Prefect and The Draconia

A short overview of the Ramshackle prefect and their strange (but kind) horned fellow friend: as seen through the eyes of outsiders.

(A/N: #Malleyuu notes with an OC but feel free to project. We're all delulu here ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭ )

His Henchman is crazy.

Or at least, that's what Grim thinks when he's woken up at sunrise to Yue's bizarre ramblings. Something about the time being 1 AM, then fireflies at night, and a tall, horned figure – is what he takes from their babble amidst his own groans and pleas to return to sleep. He'd think them delirious from slumber, mumbling about another dream, if it weren't for the way Yue's eyes sparkled with genuine interest. Grim yields, in the end, for one of the many things he's learned about his reliable servant is that they can be awfully enthusiastic when it comes to this world's curiosities.

“He told me to call him whatever I want,” Yue continues, ruffling Grim's fur dry with a clean rag. Before he could insert magnificent ideas of his own, they beat him to it with a soft smile on their lips.

“I'm thinking of naming him Nyx: the personification of the night. What do you think?”

“What? Because he only shows up at night?” Like some wacky cryptid.

“Yup.”

He hears his henchman forgo the brush, letting it clatter loudly against the table.

“Hm... Nyx, huh...” Grim falls into thought, testing the name on his tongue like premium quality tuna. He doesn't even notice how Yue ties the striped ribbon around his neck. Triumphant, he turns to them with a grin.

“That's not half-bad, Henchman! It's cool and mysterious. Not as cool and mysterious as me, of course, but I'd say it's a close second!”

“Naturally. I wouldn't dare bestow a name mightier than the Great Grim's.”

Despite the stream of praise his henchman delivers (which he pleasantly basks in), Yue eventually derails, returning to speak of the horned man yet again. What Grim's superior brain gathers is this: One, this Nyx guy is super weird. Two, Yue's interest has been piqued like no other before.

He'll demand some omurice as payment for his counsel later on.

. . .

Malleus has made a friend.

The news was dropped onto Lilia's lap rather unceremoniously when one night, the Young Lord—having just returned from another evening excursion, went to sit with him in the Diasomnia lounge. This time, however, the quaintest of smiles adorned his face... It was an unusual sight but certainly not unwelcome. And much like any doting parent, his curiosity led him to ask.

Malleus had replied with a question of his own.

"Lilia, do you know of the Prefect that resides in Ramshackle Dorm?"

"Yue? Why yes, of course. I've spoken to them once or twice. They made quite a show during the Ceremony."

Yue— Lilia soon comes to learn— is completely unaware of Malleus's identity as a prince and a figure of authority, of power. As such, they bear no fear for him, even going so far as to bestow him a pet name, of all things.

(“Nyx? As in the night spirit? How fitting.")

Thus began the pattern of Lilia covering for Malleus's nighttime absence, not daring to ask nor scold when the prince would return in strange and stranger states.

When he would return to the dormitory partially caked with dirt and mud (a consequence of helping the prefect with their little garden of life.) Or when he would return with a box of homemade cake, a pretty stone from their walks, a drawing of him supposedly made by the prefect's beast, and with inquiries of the complexities of human nature.

Sometimes, Lilia can't help but feel a bit guilty, constantly boring witness to Silver and Sebek's searches into the night.

Yet that sliver of guilt fades, in the end, when Malleus smiles more often than before, when he approaches Lilia in the winter with the request of delivering a Holiday Card.

As he watches the magicless human rush into their abode, card in hand, ghosts and Grim awaiting their entrance...

he has never felt prouder and more grateful for fate.

. . .

From a distance, Vil watches.

He watches as the feared Briar Prince lets a small, feeble human talk his ear off, calm and unresisting, a hand on his chin as he ponders along Yue's barrage of words. He gives the prefect full reign of the conversation. He lets himself be taken away by their stories and details. He lets them speak, which they do.

Just after the horrors, highs, lows, and thrills of the VDC, the two chat as if nothing even happened. The onslaught of it all feels like a fever dream to Vil. First, the mental toll of overblotting, then their loss to RSA's nursery rhyme performance, and now the shocking reveal of Yue (innocent, bold, mundane little Yue) and Malleus Draconia's relationship.

He isn't even sure what to make of it. They're clearly friends, yet Vil can't bring himself to chalk it up to just that. His years and years of showbiz cinema has taught him the ins and outs of body language. He watches. He sees:

There's the smiles on both their faces; cheeks raised taut, dimples carved with genuine laughter. There's that glimmer in Yue's eyes and the odd tenderness of Malleus's own, both gazes locked onto one another with an undisturbed focus. There's the fact that Yue had given him an invitation to the VDC, or that Malleus had fixed the stage partially to show off to the magicless human, or that their hands are currently mere centimeters away from each other.

In the end, Vil averts his gaze, weariness crashing into him all at once and he feels a pair of hands grasp onto his shoulders, keeping him standing. Rook smiles, gentle, knowing, annoying. Vil resigns to his whims and lets his Huntsman guide him back to the Pomefiore Dorm, the chatter of Yue and Malleus and everyone else fading away.

[rizdoodls]

AU: Azul x Andy 🐙🍊

(not canon Idk?)

For more context a little fanfic? >

[luxaryllis]

My Friend

Note: I'm back!! I wrote this fic for @twst-charity , which is a Twisted Wonderland-themed charity drive for Palestine. Please do check it out and donate!! Their pinned post and blog in general has a lot of information, and they also have contributor sign-ups open as well! I really hope you guys can support in any way you can!

Here's the link to donate and send a request as well! The whole thing works rather similarly to giving a commission, except you simply have to provide a proof of your donation and then give your request.

Anyways, this is a fic focused on Rollo and the donor's oc, Robin! Fic is under the cut. I had so much fun writing this, especially since this was my first time writing for Rollo. Hopefully I can also get to work on other requests for the charity drive and the requests on my inbox as well! This is also full fluff so no warnings from here!

Chatter and laughter fill the cafe, filling the area with a lively and bustling atmosphere. The smell of coffee beans and freshly baked pastries waft through the air and easily excite the customers piling in. The door jingles lightly with every person walking in, and people all converse together happily. Groups of friends, couples, families, and even those alone are enveloped by the welcoming ambience of the cafe.

The bells jingle again, prompting the servers to enthusiastically thank the two people who were leaving. Rollo and Robin step out of the warm cafe, a cold breeze greeting them as soon as they step outside. Robin takes a small sip of his hot chocolate, smiling happily at the toasty feeling it brings to him. The shorter boy lets out a small hum of contentment as the hot beverage smoothly goes down his throat.

“Mmmh! Thanks for treating me, Rollo. This cafe really is good!” Robin grins up at Rollo in happiness and gratitude. Rollo only nods, using his handkerchief to cover his mouth a bit. Rollo’s voice is slightly muffled as he speaks from behind the cloth, “Of course. It’s my pleasure. This cafe is known for its authentic traditional food from Fleur City, so I thought it best to show you the richness of Fleur City’s culture.”

The two start to stroll together by the sidewalk, a peaceful silence between the two friends. A few butterflies flutter over, making Robin giggle slightly as he watches them fly about without a care. The butterflies then proceeded to fly away, the whimsical wings fluttering off. Just as the winged insects flew out of view, a small drop of water fell on Rollo’s shoulder, making him pause and look around to see whoever or whatever made the water fall on him.

With that one droplet of water, came another. And another. Until drops of rain were falling from the sky. Robin lets out an exclamation of surprise, not having anticipated it to start raining. It’s somewhat evident that Rollo didn’t expect it either, if his annoyed mutters into the handkerchief fully covering his mouth mean anything. The two quickly run back to the cafe, stopping just outside and taking shelter under the extended roof. Rollo heaves a sigh of relief and pockets his handkerchief, looking at Robin who was trying to dry his slightly damp hair.

Robin lets out a small chuckle and quickly downs the rest of his hot chocolate, setting it by the table nearby. The two take a seat and watch as Fleur City becomes a rainy wonderland. While it was a mundane and normal sight to Rollo, who has lived in Fleur City his whole life, it seemed almost like a life-changing experience to Robin. There was just something so beautiful about how the raindrops fell and made puddles in the ground, rippling with every drop that fell. How the petals of the flowers outside would bend a bit when a drop would fall on them, and how the bright sun still shines despite the rain and darkening clouds, making a wonderful scene.

Such a stunning sight should definitely be captured on camera.

The younger boy takes out his camera and turns it on, looking through the viewfinder of the camera. Robin squints in concentration as he fiddles with the focus and zoom rings on his camera, trying to find the best way to capture the wondrous moment. Rollo watches on in slight confusion, but doesn’t say anything just yet. He knows when someone needs to focus, and photography is a delicate art that requires all concentration. A shutter and click sound is heard, and Robin looks at the photo he took. A bright grin grows on his face as he sees the picture.

“Rollo, Rollo! You should take a look at this!” Rollo blinks a bit and leans over curiously, looking from above Robin’s shoulder to see the picture. It was just a standard picture of Fleur City raining; it wasn’t anything extraordinary. While Fleur City was a beautiful sight, was it really worth taking a photo of it while it was raining? It’s still the same city, after all; it’s not like there’s any change to Fleur City as it rains. The same buildings, the same flowers, the same people.

And yet... when looking at it through Robin’s camera, everything seems brighter, almost mesmerising. Rollo was used to the sight of Fleur City, though he loved his homeplace very dearly, but even he didn’t expect to see this beautiful sight. The camera caught even the smallest of details, and it was so wonderful to see that such a moment was perfectly captured and preserved. Rollo forces himself to hide the small smile growing on his face, but lets himself release a sound of affirmation and pride. “Hm, you did well. A beautifully taken picture. The beauty of Fleur City truly shines with this...”

It was rare for Rollo to give praise to anything or anyone, and is more seen showing his disdain for things more than anything else. Robin blushes a bit and sheepishly grins, puffing out his chest a bit in confidence, “Hehe I’m glad you like it! Oh! How about I print it out for you? You really like Fleur City, don’t you? I can print it out as a keepsake for you or something.”

Rollo blinks a bit in surprise, “Really? You would?” He pauses and hesitates a bit. His pride and ego is telling him not to accept it; after all, he shouldn’t seem so vulnerable in front of others. Especially not after what happened last time. He swore to himself never to let his emotions truly get the better of him. He’s been forgiven by the NRC students, but he’ll never forget their faces and the faces of the people who got hurt because of him. But then... it’s Robin.

It surprises him how kind Robin is, and he feels almost taken aback when Robin nods happily, his big grin brighter than even the sun. Rollo sighs in defeat, “I would like that. Thank you…”

Robin lets out a celebratory noise and keeps his camera. “I’ll print it out when I get back and give it to you, then!”

It was so surprising sometimes, how Robin can be so sweet to someone like Rollo. Rollo knows he can be too much. He knows he’s done so many things that are wrong. No matter how much he works, he knows he might never truly make up for it. He doesn’t understand how Robin, who has been so exposed to magic despite having none himself, can be so caring and understanding. How can Robin be so kind to him? Rollo is rather sure that, after what he’s done to Robin’s friends, he wouldn’t even want to be associated with him.

Rollo breaks the peaceful silence between them as he softly speaks, “Why? Why are you so kind to me?” Robin blinks and tilts his head to the side with a confused expression. “Hm? What do you mean by that?”

The older boy sighs and tries to explain, “I mean... certainly you should feel some sort of disdain towards me, shouldn’t you? It’s a wonder that you’re so kind to me. So why? Why are you…?"

“Huh?! Hey, don’t say that, Rollo! Why am I so kind to you...? Well, I guess it’s because it looks like you need a friend!” Robin musters up a kind smile to his companion. “I don’t see how it’s so special, though, but I’d be very glad to be the friend that you need!”

A friend… Rollo’s had close acquaintances before, maybe some people he’ll confide in sometimes, but he’s never really thought of anyone as a friend. After the incident with his younger brother, after he swore to himself to eradicate all magic in this world, he’s never had someone he can truly call a friend. He tries to keep his blush and smile hidden behind his handkerchief, muttering to himself as he averts his gaze.

Yet Robin thinks of him as a friend. Are there people out there who think of him as a friend too? Perhaps not, not with his terrible temperament. But Robin seeing him as a friend is a big surprise. Or, knowing the first year’s friendliness and kindness, maybe it isn’t so shocking.

“I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you…” Rollo mumbles out softly, his voice muffled by the handkerchief over his mouth. As Rollo watches Robin hum in confusion, asking what he just said, he swears to himself to not make the same mistake he made last time.

Robin makes him feel like a normal person again. Like he isn’t just Noble Bell College’s Student Council President. Like he’s just another person. Like he didn’t actually do so many terrible things in a fit of rage and revenge. Like he’s just a friend to someone. It’s hard to muster up the words to describe the warmth he feels, and Rollo’s pride and ego just can’t let him express his true feelings. Not now. Not yet. For now, he can only manage to say what he’s always wanted to say in his head.

“Thank you, Robin. You’ve saved me, my friend.”

[tsurenity]

wip of sumn I decided to do at random (tbh idk what to do with them)

sketches are so fun!! /s

[comingyourlugubriousness]

Happy Birthday Yume Ume: Personal Story (Part 3/3)

Part: 1 / 2 / 3

Leona: Finally, the last question is “If you were to join any dorm other than the Ramshackle or Ignihyde, which dorm would you choose?”

Yume: *quickly, and matter of factly* Scarabia.

Leona: *smirk* Oh? Two in a row? Don’t let Radish sprout hear that.

Yume: *pouting* Shut up, it's not like that! It’s just…ALL THE OTHER CHOICES ARE SO MUCH WORSE!

Leona: *eyes widen at sudden outburst, before lowering again*

Yume: *ranting* You think I wanna deal with the Queen of Hearts dumb rules, or wake up at 6AM for spell drive drills?! 

Leona: It’s 6:30.

Yume: *ignoring his interruption* Honestly I don’t mind the Octavinelle dorm vibes itself; but I would rather DIE than live with Azul as a dorm leader; or have Vil breathing down my back 24/7 about my diet and health, uh- yeah-no thanks-!

Yume: *sighs, mumbling* And no offense to Diasomnia but their weird vibes make me feel like an outsider…

Leona: *Makes a vague noise of approval* 

Yume: Ignihyde would definitely be ideal, but since I can’t pick them Scarabia seems like the best choice. *shrug* I get along well with almost everyone and the dorm's mindset is something I agree with.

Leona: Mindfulness, careful deliberation, planning, considering all your options.*hums* Yeah that’s you to a fault. *crosses his arms, smugly* Maybe you should be there instead of Ignihyde?

Yume: *Immediately shutting it down.* No thanks, I can only take so many banquets and parties before I become exhausted.

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Bonus question!

Yume: C’mon that last one was too easy, give me another one!

Leona: I’m only contractually obligated to ask two questions.

Yume: Boo~! *whining* C’monnnnn~!

Leona: Augh! Fine, *muttering* snot nosed brat…

Leona: If you could pick any student from Night Raven College to be your sibling, who would you choose? Other than your own siblings.

Yume: *surprised at the question* Huh…oh! Well that’s easy there's already a couple people here besides my brothers, that I consider siblings. *smiles* Like Ortho of course and- *they stop suddenly, seeming to have realized something.*

Leona:...And? 

Yume: A-ah, nevermind, just Ortho. *they seem slightly embarrassed suddenly*

Leona: *raises eyebrow* You're the one who wanted to be asked this question and now you're being secretive?

Yume: Oh well… *they purse their lips and cross their arms in though* *They laugh.* To be honest I’m not sure how this person would react to the idea and…it’s something I never really thought of until now. So, for now, I think I better just keep it to myself.

Leona: *slowly* How they would react…?

Yume: …

Leona: **realizes, his ears stick up** 

Leona: Hmph… *his tail flicks behind him. He looks away.* Well I’m sure they probably would care…but whatever let's move on. *He seems slightly stunned, but not unhappy.*

Yume: Oh man, wait I forgot. This part’s gonna suck isn’t it? *sigh.* Is it at least gonna be tasty?

Leona: *smirk* Guess you’ll find out. *winding up his arm* Are you gonna take your glasses off?

Yume: *dramatically, with grin* No, I’ll take it like a man.

Leona: Heh, suit yourself. *grins back. Leona pulls back his arm and throws. A breaking noise follows.*

The end! It was fun to write this but it took me a while! I find it hard to write dialogue without much description because I feel like so many things get said through actions and body language! Yume and Leona's relationship is fun and complex to write. In my mind, they both feel a sibling bond, but neither of them are really willing to admit it out loud. So it becomes this unspoken understanding over time. I think its a complicated feeling for both of them in different ways. In particular for Leona because in his life he hasn't had a good relationship with his actual sibling.

I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm working creatively on a couple different things but I also have a lot of big complicated events going on in my life right now. So sorry for the slow posts. I appreciate everyone who comments or leaves tags <333!

[rosietrace]

Seeing Her

(Central) Characters Featured: Juvia Yuyi Espejo, Sumeragi Yuuta

↳ { Juvia belongs to @/jasdiary }

Others mentioned/featured: ‘Rei-Rei’, Deuce Spade

↳ { ‘Rei-Rei’ also belongs to @/jasdiary }

Pairing(Platonic): Juvia & Yuuta, ‘Rei-Rei’ & Yuuta || Pairing: Juvia Espejo & Deuce Spade

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: Non-requested Oneshot! 「 N/A 」

Synopsis: Sometimes, certain wounds don't heal. And that every scar holds its own story; Even the ones that aren't so visible.

Warning(s): Angst 💃, Yuuta lore crumbs, Yuuta reliving his childhood through Juvia but in an angsty way, Juvia just being a nice concerned bestie, potentially ooc, implied JuviDeu

〈 NOTICE: The character of ‘Rei-Rei’ is an unreleased character of @/Jasdiary, and therefore, details of them will be kept vague until their release!! 〉

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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Yuuta had been acting strange.

Perhaps it was odd for Juvia to make that kind of assumption, but truth be told, in all her months of having Sumeragi Yuuta as a roommate — he'd never been so… Distant.

To be fair, they weren't that kind of duo. They weren't the kind of duo to be like brother and sister, the kind with a bond that was so inseparable, it potentially transcended universes.

While it rang true that Yuuta did care about Juvia a great deal, she never really saw it within each other to try and strengthen whatever bond they had.

To both of them — Yuuta especially — the dynamic they had was good enough. They got along well, and while disagreements were made, they were quick to resolve. They weren't close but they weren't strangers, either.

Which was why Juvia was so on the fence about talking to Yuuta about his current behavior! It was just so weird!

Yuuta — haughty, petty, greedy Yuuta — acting emotionally constipated and distant out of the blue? If you'd have told Juvia something along those lines, she'd be laughing in your face!

On a particular hour of one fateful day, Juvia was trying to get her mind off of whatever ‘thinky thoughts’ she'd come to conclusions about.

While Trein was busy giving her and… Everyone else, a lecture, Juvia was busy contemplating about whether or not she should actually talk to Yuuta about his sudden burst of emotional distance.

Should I? Juvia asked herself a question she didn't even know the answer to. I mean, I'm worried about him and he usually doesn't act like this, but- It isn't really my business to ask..

And what if he just judges me?? Or what if he ignores me? I mean, this is Yuuta we're talking about, he'll probably just look at me weirdly and tell me it's none of my busine-

“Miss Espejo.”

At the sudden sound of Trein’s voice, Juvia jolted out of her train of thought, awkwardly looking up at the old — much more knowledgeable — professor.

In reply, Trein arched a concerned, yet strict brow. “Is there something you'd like to add to the lecture, Miss Espejo?..”

“I…” Juvia trailed away from whatever excuse came to mind, instead flashing a good little smile at Train and showing off her braces in the process. “N-No, Professor! Nothing at all!..”

In spite of the obvious fact that Juvia wasn't paying attention to his lecture, Trein let it slide; He always had a soft spot for Juvia and he let that fact slip when he left her off the hook.

Unfortunately for Juvia’s valiant efforts in trying to focus on the lecture, they were met with little success — only ending with Juvia back in her own bubble of thoughts, blissfully ignoring some comment Ace made about favoritism.

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“I just don't get what's up with him lately…”

“Ehh, I can't blame you,” Deuce walked beside her, his head tilting slightly to the side. “Yuuta's always been hard to read. Other than when money is involved.”

It was one of those rare moments where Juvia and Deuce could just… Hang out. Together. Without Ace being a bother.

Sure, it was enjoyable and she liked the company Deuce offered, but she couldn't help but feel bad that she kept bringing Yuuta into the conversation.

“Yeah, but that's the thing,” Juvia’s shoulders sagged, her back leaning lazily against the couch. “It feels like he's getting harder and harder to get a read on, nowadays..”

Deuce’s lips turned into a thin line, releasing a small hum. “How come?”

“Well-” Did she hesitate? Of course, she did! But Juvia had this weird, unshakable feeling in her chest that she could trust Deuce about something like this.

“He always wakes up early to do Crowley's errands, but lately he's been waking up much earlier than usual…” Juvia’s hesitation became more prevalent the longer she went on, but she needed someone to talk to about it, and Deuce was right there. “Skipping breakfast, staying up late… His routine's been getting really ‘rinse and repeat’, y'know?”

Deuce held her gaze for a moment, the look in his eyes gentle and understanding. “Ah… Do you… Think you know why he's been acting like that, lately?”

The only way she could respond to that was to shake her head. She didn't. She would've asked, but Juvia knew how well that would end — with how stubborn Yuuta could be.

Deuce bit his tongue, looking away from Juvia and trying to think of anything to say that could help her.

She huffed, her head hanging slightly. “I just- Sorry, Deuce,” she gave him an apologetic frown. “I know I'm probably being obnoxious about bringing Yuuta up the entire time, and I really should-”

“N-No! No…” Deuce interrupted as abruptly as he could. While it wasn't deliberate, his hand found its way to Juvia’s shoulder. “You… Y-You don't need to apologize, Juvia.”

“You were just speaking what's on your mind. And… You're just showing your concern for Yuuta, a-and you shouldn't see that as something to feel bad about!”

Before she could even fathom the idea of interrupting, Deuce took her hands in his, looking straight into her eyes with an intensity that almost startled her.

“Whatever anyone says about you— Be it annoying, or whiney, or just downright obnoxious? They're wrong! Dead wrong!” Deuce exclaimed, his voice only a pitch lower from outright yelling the words out. “You aren't annoying, you aren't any of those things!”

“You’re kind, emotional, funny, and so compassionate for the people you care about that I can't help but admire you even more for it.”

Deuce heaved several breaths. All that exclaiming of sentences must've tired his voice out a little, Juvia figured.

“You… Are an amazing person, Juvia. Remember that.” Deuce said between long and heavy breaths. “And you shouldn't feel ashamed for feeling rightfully concerned for Yuuta. I may not know him as well as you do, but I know that you care about him. And I think that's all that matters.”

Juvia stared at him for a long while, taking his words into a quiet minute of consideration.

She shouldn't have felt bad about worrying about Yuuta. They weren't close, but at the end of the day, they were roommates even if they didn't ask to be; And as Yuuta's roommate, Juvia would do anything to ensure she and him didn't have sour relations with one another.

Maybe she wasn't the fastest of thinkers, but Juvia’s had this idea in mind since she started noticing Yuuta's behavior.

She'd get scolded for it, maybe, but it wasn't like she'd be experiencing an extremely petty Yuuta for the first time, either.

And so, her plan was set in motion — ready to take the storm by tomorrow.

She took Deuce's hand in hers, a gentle smile gracing her features that it almost got Deuce to stop breathing, then and there.

“Thanks, Deuce.”

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Yuuta's going to kill me for this…

Juvia felt nervous just from walking into the botanical gardens. It was already bad enough after she accidentally stepped on Leona's tail, once upon a time.

But it felt even worse because she knew that Yuuta was lurking around, being a gardener doing regular gardener things!

It was like entering the belly of the beast, for crying out loud!!

She kept her movements quiet, her footsteps especially. It was a known fact among the NRC student body that interrupting Yuuta during his ‘gardening hours’ was the closest thing to a death sentence.

Very few were let off the hook for such a crime. If ever.

Actually- Wait. I don't think Yuuta's ever made an exception. Just thinking about it made Juvia even more scared than she had any right to be.

But that still didn't stop her from entering the botanical gardens, avoiding any places Leona could frequent — and finally finding Yuuta.

He was, at first glance, in pure bliss. Seeing him look so peaceful almost made Juvia forget why she even came in the first place.

No, she shook her head, taking several steps towards him with words ready to flood out of her mouth. I have to do this.

“Hey- Yuuta?”

“Oh, Juvia,” there it was: Sumeragi Yuuta's winning smile that was probably ingrained in Crowley's mind every other day. “What brings you here? You know better than to interru-”

“What's been going on, Yuuta?”

He blinked. Several times, Yuuta blinked his eyes, a sudden stiffness visible in the way he presented himself. Juvia may or may not start to regret this plan but she wanted nothing more than for Yuuta to just tell her what was going on with him recently.

“... Sorry?” Yuuta laughed a humorless chortle. Juvia noticed him taking a slight step back.

“Sorry- Juvie, but I don't know what you mean.”

She crossed her arms, lips pursing nervously. “I’m pretty sure you do. You need to tell me what's been up with you lately.”

“I told you already, I'm fine.”

“No, you said you didn't know what I meant. There's something going on, Yuuta, and I feel like I should know.”

“Juvia, this isn't any of your business-”

“I feel like it is, Yuuta!” That's when Juvia finally threw anything she had to say out of the window. “What, is it because of me?? Am I the reason you're being so distant???”

Yuuta's mouth gaped open. “What? Juvia, I-”

“Yuuta, please!” Word vomit. Just- A flurry of words rushed out of her mouth that she didn't know if she could stop. “Am I the reason?? Have I been bothering you- Am I bothering you?”

“Because if it is, you know better than to just keep me in the dark about it! I don't care what you think of me, Yuuta, I just want to know what the hell is up with your behavior!”

She breathed in and out, but that concern seemed to transition into frustration that he still wasn't cooperating. “You've been so distant recently! You barely even talk to me anymore, let alone acknowledge my presence!”

Juvia took one big step towards Yuuta, holding him by his upper arms. “Yuuta, please,” she pleaded with him, even if she was scared of what he'd say. “Just tell me…”

Yuuta stood there, stunned with his head hung low. His lips parted, the words he'd been avoiding to tell her finally spilling out from its cup.

“There was a girl,” — he said with a softness to his voice that felt uncanny — “before I came here, I knew a girl. We've been friends since forever, and… I only stopped seeing her during my second year of middle school.”

Juvia said nothing, cautiously letting him go and giving Yuuta permission to continue. “Her name… I liked to call her ‘Rei-Rei’, a lot. I used it more than I did her real name.”

“Rei-Rei was… She was this burst of energy that was always hard to properly describe. She was witty, funny, and so, so unafraid.”

He looked down at the vines of a plant he'd been watering until now. “... She used to be. I don't know, now.”

“I fucked up with Rei-Rei, Juvia. I made some stupid mistakes, and in the process, I lost her.”

Juvia didn't understand a thing. She knew the story Yuuta was trying to tell her, but she didn't understand why she was being told something so… Personal.

It irritated her, in a way. But irritation faded into heartbreak at the way Yuuta's voice broke when he said he ‘lost’ this girl.

Then he looked back at her, her heart aching at the level of nostalgia in his eyes when he did. A nostalgic look that Juvia couldn't properly find a grasp on.

Yuuta went closer to her, holding the side of her face with one hand, the other one falling to his side.

He smiled, that same look of nostalgia still on his face, even as his voice broke another time.

“... Sometimes I see her, too much of her, in you.”

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@cecilebutcher

[twistedtalking]

🤩 anon here.

May I request an interaction with Mayuu and the light magic trio (silver kalim and rook)? Or just Mayuus rhoughts on them is good as well! Nicw to hear Mayuu likes my compliments. She really is a hero huh?

I see them. Oh how I long to be with them.

"Good afternoon, Asim."

His joyous greeting overwhelms me. So bright, like the sun. It burns. He waves goodbye and continues on with his day.

Yet I stay rooted in my spot. I urge myself to move, but my feet were glued to the floor. I have to go, I still have work to do.

I cannot break. Not now.

I am not sure when I entered the bathroom. Nor do I know how long I've been in here.

How long have I been here?

Jamil hasn't overblotted yet, so winter break hasn't started yet. It's probably been 6 months. Mom and dad must be so worried.

I wanna go home.

But I can't. I have to save them. It is my duty.

I want to play. I want to run around. I want to be odd and goofy and laugh all the time. I want to complain about school and worry about homework. I don't want to make plans until past midnight. I don't want to train until my legs hurt just so I could walk all the way back to scarabia. I don't want to juggle school with an enormous amount of part-time jobs. I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't wanna lead. I don't wanna be strict.

I'm just a child.

Why does he get to do all this? Why does he get to play and laugh and joke around? Why does he have to be so carefree!?

We know better than most that his life is not good as it seems! That he is often betrayed! We've never been betrayed. Not once. Be grateful.

I know. I don't hate him. Not even a bit. On the contrary, I think we'd make good friends. Maybe, in another life.

But I just miss me. And he reminds me so much of her.

We did use to kin him. Yeah, we did.

My ears perked up. I hear Ace calling for me. Suddenly, I remember professor Trein's homework. Or at least, I remembered it was due today. I'm gonna get a scolding. For some odd reason, a little chortle came out of my throat. How nice. Wiping the tears in my eyes, I get ready to meet Ace. To meet this day.

Bonus:

Somehow, my mind kept drifting back to Kalim and what could've been. I'm sorry Professor Trein. I dream about what we could be doing together. Probably singing in the light music club. In that other world, I'd definitely join it. Maybe he'd teach me to add sugarcubes in tea. And maybe I'd teach him to add coffee to his rice. Maybe we'd be laughing right now, while onlookers look on in horror.

Maybe, in another life.

How to get Rook in our team? A problem I've been trying to solve for the past few days. I definitely need his expertise.

Should I just unofficially appoint him <read: not tell him he's in the team and just drag him around "accidentally">, like I did with Trey? No. Can't do that. I need him on the spying division.

Maybe I could send photos of Leona to him? Nope. He probably has way too many of those. Probably better quality too. Anyways, How would I even get my hands on those?

Let him pet Jack's ears? No! Absolutely not! I won't let anyone harass any of my team members!

Maybe permission to hug me at any and all times? Nah. No one would want that. Except me. Maybe Kalim.

Poetry competition where loser gets a wish? Did you just combine a manga oneshot and a Rook fanfic, both of which you haven't read in years? Seriously, Mayo?

Should I court him with a ballad as he watches out of his window? That's just a Rook fanfic again, Mayo. Well, to be fair, it was Rook doing the courting.

Maybe I should just kiss Riddle. And how would that help!? Yep, we're way too tired to think. Let's take a walk.

Don't we need to feed Grim though?

He'll eat the grass while we walk.

You're horrible.

I'm you, idiot.

I'm not an idiot.

-And Mayuu proceeds to forget about Rook for almost a month-

"Silver? I'm quite close with his father. And I think Silver is a good person. He defends people. And he doesn't think bad of others easily. I like him. Very much so. Enough to try avoiding Malleus's overblot instead of speeding it up. I don't want the baby to cry."

An excerpt from "The life of Mayuu: The interview"

[althea-and-alcestris]

OC Introductions

Hii! This is my first Tumblr post and I'm gonna start with introducing my TWST ocs that I will be featuring in my future blogs.

Name: Althea Cardinal

Name in Japanese: Arutea Karudinaru (アルテアー • カルディナール)

Other names: Dabria (Angel of Death), Esmeray Felch (original name)

Nicknames: Allie/Thea

Age: 17 (age can differ depending on AUs)

Gender: Girl (afab) She/Her

Sexuality: Polyamorous-Bisexual

Height: 5'9 (175 cm)

Demon in human disguise (Lucifer's daughter)

Hair color: ashy/milky blonde

Eye color: Heterochromia (right - cherry red, left - hazel brown)

Skintone: Pale

Personality: Sensitive (maybe a bit too much) to insults directed at her but can and will break bones if the insult is directed at loved ones, behavior can vary between excited and childish/mature late teen/violent force/depression, very affectionate and supportive (often places everyone else infront of her own needs), polite and thus has a hard time saying no, naive but lovable, due to her demon nature and family background she finds no problem in going to extremes to protect someone (she needs to work on that)

Hobbies: Figure Skating, Horseback riding, Reading

Talents: Singing, Stringed instruments, Medical treatments, Weapons, martial arts

Often paired with: Sebek Zigvolt, Silver Vanrouge (I will refer to Silver with the same last name as Lilia's because I live for the father-son duo)

Signature Spell: Screams of Hell (an ear piercing scream)

Voice Claim: Japanese - Fumiko Orikasa (Riza Hawkeye, Seras Victoria, Rukia) English - Katharine Gray (Seras Victoria)

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡

Name: Alcestris (originally no last name but will go by Zigvolt later on)

Name in Japanese: Aruzesutorisu (アルゼストリース)

Other names: Isadora Evergreen (original name)

Nicknames: Alce/Firecracker

Age: 17 (logically well over 400 but oh well)

Gender: Girl (afab) She/Her

Sexuality: Demiromantic-Lesbian

Height: 5'10 (178 cm)

Half-fae (serpent fae and human)

Hair color: milky blonde

Eye color: Heterochromia (right - tart red, left - hazel brown)

Skintone: Pale

Other skin features: Purple face markings/scales

Personality: Cynical and sarcastic but is actually a sweetheart once known enough, an absolute daredevil but with some exceptional luck, loud and big mouthed (she will insult ANYONE), her no. 1. solution to arguements is throwing hands, not at all lady-like she swears a lot, energetic and overly brave

Hobbies: Singing, Writing songs, Playing the guitar, Parkour

Talents: Martial arts, Singing, Instruments, Parkour, Weapons (non mechanical)

Often paired with: No romantic pairings (Platonic pairing: Baul Zigvolt, Lilia Vanrouge, Meleanor Draconia)

Signature Spell: Melody of the Viper

Voice Claim: Japanese - Marina Inoue (Momo Yaoyorozu, Armin Alert) English - Colleen Clinkenbeard (Momo Yaoyorozu, Riza Hawkeye, Luffy, Ezra Scarlett)

[captainjacklyn]

"A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one can take." - Cardinal Meymillod

A/N : I present to you my OC, Marie ! She is Riddle's intelligent android caretaker who watched over him when he was studying after he was separated from his friends. She started off as a watchful nanny but soon became the closest thing to a mother Riddle ever needed and wanted. He is nine years old in this chapter. (full credits to the artist, this piece of art does not belong to me ! If you are it's creator please message me privately so that I may offer you full credits)

Personality : Marie is usually very kind, loving and understanding, but when angered she can come across as cold, unforgiving and even cruel. The barbie-like automaton is motherly by nature as she was created to mainly suit children. She is a bundle of joy until her primal user is endangered, she will do anything to defend them. Anything.

Warning(s) : there will be violence in future chapters which include things such as blood/injuries and general fighting, horror themed AU, inspired for the new movie M3GAN. Animatronic malfunctions and more. If you are sensitive to any of these subjects, I advise that you either scroll away or proceed with cautions as some may trigger you.

Prologue : Meeting Marie.

Today was a rather quiet day, Riddle was studying at his desk like always and his mother was away for 'something important'.

It wasn't long before she came back from her errands with a little surprise, "Riddle ?" she asked, opening the door. "Yes mother ?" he answered, turning around to face her,

"There is something I want you to meet." She avoided eye contact with her son and continued "You see..I will be gone on a business trip for about four months, so I bought a nanny to make sure you are taken care of while I'm gone."

The little boy's eyes widen in shock after hearing the news of his mom's sudden leave, what was even more intriguing was the fact that she addressed to the nursemaid as a 'thing'.

"O-oh, alright." he nervously replied, this was going to be the first time that she would leave for so long. And also the first time he would be looked after by someone who wasn't his mother.

The woman quiet for an instant. She soon walked towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder in a sort of comforting manner : "I know this will be difficult and I am worried about the idea of leaving you, but you must be as obedient as you are with me towards Marie."

"Marie ?" Riddle repeated, confused.

"Yes Riddle ?"

A foreign voice was heard outside of his room, surprised, the young boy gasped at the sight. A rather tall female figure with a smiling face and robotic eyes, dressed in a victorian dark red dress appeared in front of the door. She was previously standing behind his mother but he was so focused on her announcement that he did not notice her presence in the room.

"Marie will be responsible for taking care of you while I'm gone, she will make sure that you do not break the rules like last time. In addition to that, Marie and I will stay in contact so that I can make sure everything is going well." Mrs rosehearts took a deep breath before adding one more thing.

"Your schedule has been placed into her memory and she will assist you in your work. I'm leaving in a week, so for now, I'll suspend your learning for you to create a 'bond' with her. According to her inventor, it's important to be comfortable around Marie, if by three days you don't approve of her behavior I will ask her creator to have her exchanged by a new one." she then changed her tone, addressing herself to the machine.

"Correct ?"

"You are correct mrs rosehearts, I promise to take good care of your son."

Marie talked in a monotone way, it was brief but nevertheless, she still sound like she was bored which almost made Riddle giggle at the thought.

"Good. I'll leave you two alone for now, you will be able to catch up with your current studies later. I have to verify some details with her originator." the lady walked out of the room but right before she left, a disgusted glare was shot at the humanoid bot.

"..." Riddle stood in front of his caretaker in silence, he didn't know how to communicate with her.

"Is something the matter Riddle ? Your heart beat is increasing by the second."

"H-how can you tell- ?"

"I was built in the purpose of taking care of others, my duty is to make sure you are well at all times. My creator equipped me with a sound detector that allows me to assure your safety. I happen to hear that your heart beat as quickened, this can happen due to anxiety, nervousness, physical exercise, in moments of dishonesty-"

"I get it. Thank you." Marie obeyed and closed her statement at the orders of the young boy.

"Understood."

Riddle looked around the room trying to find something to talk about or ask the maiden as she stood still, smiling warmly. That was until the commanding voice of his mother resonated through the halls, calling Marie who turned around at the mention of her name.

She took a few steps towards the door before stopping to look back at Riddle.

"Riddle ?"

"Wha- Yes ?" Riddle stammered.

"May I ?"

"Uh ?" he replied, confused at her question.

"Approach you. I must not make my primal user uncomfortable in any way. So I will ask for your permission to do certain actions when your comfort is depending on it."

"Ah, of course." he answered, after receiving confirmation, she walked towards Riddle and then sat on her knees in front of him. He patiently waited for something to happen until Marie began to slowly extend her hands out to him.

Seeing this, Riddle hesitantly put his hands in her gloved, hard palms. The fabric felt like simple velvet, but the body under it had the texture of solid plastic. Marie gazed at his hands in hers before looking up into his eyes to speak sweetly.

"I am your personal caretaker. I prioritize you over anyone and anything else, it is my mission to make sure that you are protected from both physical and mental harm. If there is anything you request of me, simply say the word."

"MARIE ! COME AT ONCE WILL YOU ?!" before Riddle could comprehend the sudden declaration of the droid women, the sound of his yelling mother startled the poor boy. Her smile dropped as she saw the obvious distress on his face, "I-I think you should go to her, she sounds really irritated."

Marie shifted her head from the door back to the youngster as she spoke once more, her voice sounding more cold and even a hint of irritation could be heard.

"Right. Please wait for me, I will return swiftly."

She stood up and walked away, closing the door behind her. Riddle remained still, thoughts swarming through his mind like a storm. He needed some time to process the news he received under such a short time.

Meanwhile, a different conversation was taking place outside of his study room into the corridor. "Listen to me you walking doll, I expect my son to be well taken care of for the next few months. If he or I don't approve of you, you will be discarded in the dumpster. Do you understand me ?!"

"Yes. I am aware of your expectations. I am programmed to take care of people, it is my mission to assure one's safety. All means necessary."

End of Prologue. OC Marie introduced. Moving on to Chapter 1.

Coming soon....

[robo-milky]

Spoilers!! Chapter 7 (Kinda-ish)

What a way to end off the Valentines Day festivities, amirite?

[astro-bed]

Class-Action Lawsuit!!

“Thanks for helping me work through the alchemy lab today,” your classmate Twiya says. “I’m really sorry for troubling you...”

“Don’t worry about it!” you say. “I may not be magic, but I can follow a recipe, and you looked pretty lost.”

Twiya’s pale diamond ears, sprouting from higher on his head than a human’s, twitch with embarrassment. He puts his face in his hands to hide his growing blush. Even hunching over like he is, Twiya is much, much taller than you.

“Reading can get really hard for me sometimes,” he says, his voice muffled by his hands. “I try to read slowly but then all the words get jumbled up, and...”

“Seriously, it’s not a big deal, Twiya.” You try to change the subject so all the blood in their gangly body doesn’t rush into their face. “What are you doing once you get back to your dorm?”

Twiya groans. “Leona is gonna make us do more magift practice. I’m not even good at magift, I can’t get my legs to work right whenever I play...I’ll probably just hide in one of the storage rooms and do my homework in there until dinner.”

Well, if that ain’t the saddest thing you ever did hear, and you’re literally trapped in a different universe. “You can always hide out with me, if you need to. No one ever comes around Ramshackle.”

“I wouldn’t wanna cause you any more trouble,” Twiya says, shaking his head. “It’s fine, I’m used to it.”

You reluctantly wave Twiya through the portal to Savanaclaw, watching until his thin tail disappears through the rippling glass.

Poor Twiya always sounds like he’s having a tough time in his dorm. He’s clumsy and unathletic, and one of the nicest people you’ve ever met, twisted or otherwise. Basically, he’s the exact opposite of most of the kids in the “Sports!” Dorm. The only things he really has in common with his dorm-mates are his raspy voice, his homeland, and his furriness.

In fact, all of the students you’ve seen here with ears on top of their head and tails on their backsides sport gold and black. And something about that strikes you as…racism? No, it’s definitely racism.

You can’t put all the furries in Savanaclaw, and you also can’t bar non-furries from being in Savanaclaw. What if there’s a human that’s super into body-building? You can’t just throw them in Heartslabyul and call it a day. And what if there’s a half-donkey that’s the best hacker out there? You’re gonna make that kid suffer with the jocks instead of putting him in Ignihyde where he belongs?

Poor Twiya’s a victim of The System, and you’ve got to rescue him from Its awful clutches. And, as everyone knows, the first step to bringing down an ancient and flawed form of classification of individuals is research.

There’s a few people you’ll need to go to for this question, but let’s start on the ground with your wolfy tsundere Prince Charming.

Jack is a Good Boy who doesn’t have any social media, so you can’t contact him that way like you can your other two besties. You really don’t want to go back onto Savanaclaw turf to find him, either, even if you proved yourself an honorary sports furry during Azul’s contract fulfillment. Fortunately for you, Jack and Deuce are both in track and field and it’s easy enough to get Deuce to pass on a message for you.

You meet Jack in the library after classes let out for the day. It’s easy to spot him looking for you, on account of the fact that he’s 6’3. That is, 6’3 not including his ears, which you can see twitching from where you’re sitting. You can’t yell for him (libraries are the same, regardless of the alternate universe) so you whisper his name and depend on his superhuman hearing to pick it up.

Your quiet beckons might actually have worked, because it doesn’t take long for his face to appear from around a bookshelf. You wave him into the study area you’re sitting in.

“Hi, Jack! Thanks for meeting me.”

“Whatever,” he says dismissively, before immediately destroying his apathetic façade by continuing, “What’d you need my help with?”

“Just wanted to ask you some stuff about Savanaclaw’s student population.”

Jack’s brow creases. “I dunno if I can help you with that kinda stuff, but I’ll do what I can. Since I still owe you, and all.”

For what, you don’t know, but you don’t have a problem with Jack being tsun again if it means he’ll do you a solid. “Thanks! I’m thinking about filing a class action lawsuit, and your testimony will be super helpful.”

“A what?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you say, waving his befuddled look off.

You look at your list of questions, written in shorthand.

⚪︎nAS → SC? ⚪︎AS → nSC? ⚪︎nF → SC? ⚪︎F → nSC? Right at the top, red and in all caps, is the big money question: SAVANACLAW = RACIST?

Well, nothing to it but to do it. Slipping into the role of an upstart journalist, you start with your first question.

“Is there anyone not from….that Savanna place, who’s in Savanaclaw?”

“You mean the Afterglow Savanna?” Jack’s face becomes, somehow, even more confused. “I’m not from there.”

‘Afterglow’? Are you serious? Whatever, you’re not going to dispute the weird names these people have for their countries. Most of the places where you live got their names from people, weird language misunderstandings, or other, older places. “Where are you from again?”

“Pyroxene.”

Oh, yeah, that’s right! He did say something about going skiing during winter break, which you definitely couldn’t do in the middle of a savanna. Plus, even in your universe, gray wolves aren’t native to, like, Africa. You wonder if it’s hard for Jack to live in Savanaclaw’s dorm land when he’s used to snow.

“Is there anyone from the Afterglow Savanna that’s not in Savanaclaw?”

“Uh, I think….Rook-senpai is from there.”

That’s where he’s from?

…it would explain why Rook is so weirdly good at cornering people. If you’re used to sneaking around someone with the brains of a human and the senses of an animal, getting the jump on a normal person would be a piece of cake. Kind of creepy that Rook’s from the Land of the Furries and is obsessed with hunting them, though. Is that legal? That can’t be legal. That’s got to count as murder.

You almost feel bad for Leona knowing he can’t escape Rook, even at home. Almost. And Rook doesn’t have animal ears! There goes your theory of everyone in Afterglow Savana being a catboy-slash-catgirl-slash-nyanbinary person.

“Then, is there anyone else like you who’s not in Savanaclaw?”

“Like….” Jack squints at you. “Really tall?”

Bless this poor stupid dogboy. His tail is fluffy, his teeth are sharp, and his head is so, so empty. “No, like—” You point your hands up and put them on top of your head. Jack (bless him, truly) imitates your action and runs into his own ears. He cocks his head, and you nod slowly.

“You mean beastmen?”

You’d better write that word down, if that’s the socially acceptable term for them. Wouldn’t want to offend anyone while you’re trying to get this lawsuit together.

“Yeah. Do you know anyone outside of Savanaclaw who’s a beastman?”

“Hmm.” He really thinks about it. “I don’t think so.”

Score one for you and suing Night Raven College! “And are there any kids in Savanaclaw who aren’t beastmen?”

Jack shrugs. “Maybe one or two? Not really sure.”

An inconclusive answer, but one you’ll take nonetheless.

You thank Jack for his time and send him on his way, watching his tail sway back and forth behind him.

Now to decide on your next course of action. You could certainly try to infiltrate Savanaclaw (again?) and see if you can spot one of these few humans in a sea of furries. You could even search every other dorm to see if you could find a furry in a sea of humans, if you hated yourself. Or, you could get a quick and concise answer, by going directly to the source of all these problems.

✂︎———————————————————

“I am not the source of all these problems,” Dire Crowley says, looking at your list of questions and answers.

Crowley is known to flit from place to place while school’s in session, which makes it difficult to catch him during the day. That’s why you’re forgoing a nice evening dinner with your friends to meet with him in his office instead.

Clicking his golden claws on the table, Crowley lays your paper on his giant desk. It’s still tiny compared to the rest of the office. “No, there is nothing I can do about the problems you’ve brought to my attention. It is simply not my place.”

“What do you mean? You’re the headmaster of the whole school! If you’re not behind this, who is?”

From behind his mask, Crowley gives you a look like wow, sometimes I forget that you’re from another universe entirely, because if you weren’t, you would sound real stupid right now. “The Mirror of Darkness is the device that sorts students into their houses based on the shape of their souls. I’m far too kind to my students to group them simply on homeland or physical appearance.”

The kindness part is debatable, but you do recall standing in front of the mirror and being publicly humiliated for not having a magic-shaped soul. The headmaster might be kiiiind of a manipulative asshole, but he’s not lying (at least, not this time).

There is a clear path before you. But it is not a path you want to take.

You set your jaw. “So I’ve got to confront the Magic Mirror, then.”

“No, no, no, no!” the Headmaster says, waving his hands around dramatically. “The Mirror of Darkness’s decision is final. Besides, it can only be awoken in the most specific circumstances and by a certain phrase!”

You hold up a finger instead of raising your hand for your question. “Doesn’t this school allow students to transfer to other dorms?”

“The Mirror of Darkness can only be awoken in the most specific circumstances and by a certain phrase,” Crowley repeats, sounding a bit like he’s sulking.

“Ooookay, well, what are the circumstances and what is the phrase, then?”

“I, of course, cannot tell you that,” Crowley sniffs. “You must understand, the Mirror of Darkness has been a part of the selection process for this school since its inception. Without it, the quality of our students would drop considerably. In addition, the Mirror is a tool, not a person. It does not make decisions the way that you or I would.”

“I see,” you nod. So the corruption goes deeper than you thought. It’s been embedded in the very technology of this school, right since the beginning.

Crowley is saying something — you catch a few words and figure he’s probably threatening not to send you home if you don’t take your nose out of school business — but your righteous quest for justice will not stop here. No one ever made history by listening to their crow principal, so it’s time to start breaking some rules.

But really, that’s nothing new for you.

✂︎———————————————————

“Hey, Mirror!” you whisper-yell, darting into the mirror chamber. The locked coffins, glowing green the last time you were in this room, are now dim and bobbing silently.

You’ll have to be quick. Whether or not you’re allowed to be in here (probably not), what you’re about to do is definitely forbidden. Even the air in the room is pushing you back towards the entranceway.

You approach the mirror in the center of the room. It’s large enough to be intimidating, with an ornate frame dulled by time. Its dark face reflects your own back, instead of that weird theatre mask with the fire behind it.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,” you whisper, “why the fuck are you being racist to the NRC students?”

The Magic Mirror does not respond, not even to tell you to fuck off. Hm.

The middle of a Thursday night definitely isn’t the “most specific circumstances” Crowley had mentioned, but perhaps you can come up with the “certain phrase” and get something out of the old thing. You have a feeling the secret password isn’t going to be “abracadabra” or something equally cute and obvious, but maybe it’s that level of generic.

You clear your throat and channel your inner Vil.

“Oh, dark Mirror, awaken and serve me!”

Still no response, even after that powerful delivery. What, are you not intimidating enough for it? Is it because you’re not magic?! Because that’s another -ism that you will be suing for!

You wrap your fingers around the thick frame and throw your whole body weight backwards. The thing doesn’t even budge. You shove forwards. Nothing that direction, either. It’s like the mirror is bolted to an invisible wall.

With a frustrated yell, you shake back and forth as hard as you can. Under your hands, you feel the frame shift the slightest bit backwards. Before you can keep working it out of the air, a sharp sting on your right hand makes you hiss and pull back.

Your head snaps up to see Crowley in the doorway, his golden eyes slitted through his mask. He’s brandishing a long, dark whip, with a handle the same fuschia and blue as his cloak. The frayed end of the whip trails on the floor, until he jerks his arm and snaps it to his side.

You can see a light red welt forming on the back of your hand. For him to hit you in such a small spot from at least 15 feet away…he’s got to be really fuckin’ good with that thing.

You stop your thoughts from straying to how much practice Crowley has had with a whip and why. “What was that for!?”

He shifts his incredulous gaze from you to the frame of what is no doubt a priceless magical artifact and cornerstone of this school, now tilted back about half an inch.

Ah. Right.

You slowly place your hands up, backing away from the mirror. You’re not worried about being expelled — not after you’ve saved four different people from overblotting, what would this school do without you — but detention and menial labor are very much on the table!!

Your surrender, though gracious, is not accepted. Crowley’s arm flies out in the space of a blink and your leg jerks up. You hop on the other, rubbing the burning spot on your shin.

“Dude, seriously? I’m sorry, okay? I made a mistake and I’m willing to accept my punishment!”

Crowley lowers his whip arm and steps further into the room. “This is a serious violation of the rules.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I should have listened to you instead of going off on my own.” You hang your head a bit.

When Crowley’s stepped close enough to you to reach, you enact your impromptu plan. Your hand closes around the whip and pulls, but he doesn’t let go of it. His grip might be stronger than you’d planned, but the move throws him off-balance, which gives you an opening to get out of there. You dart past Crowley into the hallway, picking up speed as you go.

Your headmaster isn’t far behind. “You can’t escape from the whip of love!”

“Leave me alone, I didn’t even manage to do anything!” you yell back, hiding behind columns to avoid the snap of the whip.

You manage to get back to your dorm, but not without a couple more welts on your arms and legs. It’s perfect. Now you might be able to get away with suing Night Raven for abuse of a student!

[xrosegorex]

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 '𝐄𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐊𝐈𝐃 || chapter one

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ; ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ? (𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 - 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦)

The Housewarden of Diasomnia was unable to make it to Night Raven's opening ceremony for the third year in a row, so Vice Housewarden Lilia Vanrouge stepped in to lead the new students to the dorm at the Headmage's request. Truly, it was exciting. The faces of the new students showed a range of emotions; anxiety at attending such a prestigious school, happiness at being accepted, even nausea.

The sorting was almost over, down to the last bunch of students. Lilia, in an attempt to amuse himself, tried to guess who would be in which dorm. The young knight training under him, Sebek, would of course be in Diasomnia with him and his son.

That one, Lilia decided of a curly-haired student looking both nervous and slightly impatient, will be in Ignihyde.

The student in question had the hood of their robe nearly concealing them completely, but a frown was evident on their black-painted lips, and their eyes darted around almost frantically. Long curly black hair spilled onto their shoulders, as its volume would no doubt be too much to comfortably sit on their back within the robe.

He watched with amusement as it was the student's turn to be sorted into a dorm. They walked as confidently as they could to the Mirror.

"State thy name."

Their voice was low, and he almost couldn't hear it. "Alexandria Thatcher."

The Mirror paused. "Thatcher. Your magic has strong potential, and your soul is strong-willed. You belong to Diasomnia."

Lilia huffed. Oh, I was wrong, he thought to himself, but nonetheless beckoned the student over to the rest of the Diasomnia first-years. One shoved past him and grabbed Alexandria's elbow.

"Alexxxx! You're with me!" the first year exclaimed. She appeared to be a fae of some sort, with long pointed ears and purple eyes, which gave off a sort of glow. Most notably was her long bright pink hair. Noelle Blackwell, if Lilia remembered correctly. "We have to try to manifest us to be roommates!"

"The roommates have already been decided by the headmage," Lilia interrupted. "Blackwell, correct? If my memory serves me right, you'll be rooming with my son, Silver."

Noelle groaned. "And we can't change it?"

"I'm afraid not."

She closed her eyes. "I need to be close to Alex." Lilia's eyes darted to said student, who looked confused. "They don't really know how things work around here. They're from another world, you know."

There was a pause. Lilia frowned deeply. "Another world…?"

"Yep! One with no magic."

"Noelle, stop talking," Alexandria hissed.

Lilia studied the student closely. Alexandria appeared to be sixteen, came from a nonmagical world, and closely resembled a woman Lilia had once met seventeen years prior during his experiments with teleportation. One where he had stumbled upon a dimension with the same properties as this Noelle girl had just explained.

Could…?

He squinted. Yes, he could now clearly see the resemblance. The curly hair definitely came from their mother, but the glossy black color was Lilia's, as was their deathly pale skin. Their eyes were a very dark shade of red, almost black; a slight contrast to Lilia's own red ones. When they moved their head and their hair moved out of the way, slightly pointed ears were visible; the telltale sign of a half-fae. And their surname- Thatcher- their mother was Elizabeth Thatcher.

Lilia quickly excused himself.

Noelle frowned and turned to Alexandria. "Oh my god, did you see that?"

"What?"

"He just left!"

Alexandria deadpanned. "Well, no shit. He's not standing in front of us anymore."

Noelle shook her head. "No, why'd he leave so quickly?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know that?"

"Whatever. Let's just wait and see what happens tonight at dinner."

"You think we'll have dinner together?"

"I dunno. Maybe. It's like that in the movies."

The headmage's voice loudly announced the ending of the opening ceremony. The housewardens and vice housewardens began herding the chattering first-years, ushering them to the dorms' respective mirrors.

Lilia clapped his hands, shaking off the previous worry. He'd talk with Silver after the first-years were settled. "Okay, everyone! As Housewarden Draconia hasn't been able to make it, I am in his place. You may call me Vice Housewarden Vanrouge, or simply Lilia. Whichever you wish." He scanned the eager faces and his stomach dropped upon seeing Noelle and Alexandria, both watching him with scrutinizing eyes. He cleared his throat. "Now, follow me through the mirror."

In the Diasomnia common room, second-year and third-year students watched as the first-years ran about. Some offered help finding their rooms, and others reveled in the chaos.

"Silver."

The boy turned at the mention of his name. Lilia approached, looking almost sick to his stomach. "Father?"

"Over here." He grabbed the boy and ushered him into a quiet room.

Silver blinked, the most awake Lilia had seen him. "Father, what's wrong?"

"I have to tell you something." He took a deep breath. "Just before I found you as a baby, I had read a book explaining the probabilities of there being parallel universes. I found this to be interesting, so I began dabbling in my teleportation skills, intending to teleport myself to another world. And, as silly as it sounds, it worked. I was in a curious little world with no magic whatsoever. And while I was exploring, I… I met a lady. She and I, well… and then I returned to Twisted Wonderland. Of course I never planned on having a life in that universe. I belong here. I never thought she'd…"

Silver frowned slightly. "Father, what are you saying?"

"Silver, she had a baby. You have a sibling, they're out there in the common room right now, and your roommate is apparently their best friend."

The boy's eyes widened. "I have a sibling? Do they know? Do they even want to-"

"They don't know."

"If their world has no magic, how are they here?"

Lilia buried his face in his hands. "I'm not sure."

Confusion and worry built up in Silver's chest. How was he supposed to feel about this revelation, and how could he help his father? He'd never seen Lilia this distraught before.

"Father-"

"I should have known! I abandoned that woman and her child!" He paused. "Silver…"

Silver closed his eyes. "Why don't you talk to them? Explain the situation? …Do you want them to know?"

"I do. I want to know them, to know the child I left. They're all alone in this world with no one but that ditzy girl to guide them, and I don't think she's doing such a good job. But, Silver, I'm asking you if you want them as your sibling. It wouldn't be fair to you if I didn't. You will always be my boy, so please don't think I'm trying to replace you."

Silver's eyes pricked with tears. "Old man. Of course. Should we go tell them now?"

"No! That would only complicate things. I think it'd be better to wait, get to know them, and then tell them. It would be too much too fast."

Silver nodded in understanding.

"Now, let's return to the common room." Lilia turned, headed to the door, and looked back at his son. Silver trailed after him, excitement and nervousness churning in his stomach.

"Oh, Sebek!" Lilia exclaimed upon seeing the green-haired boy in the common room. "I see you've got your bags. Who's your roommate?"

Sebek made a face and fished a crumpled paper from a small zipper on his bag. "Um… Alexandria Thatcher, a- a half-fae. Like me." He'd never met another half-fae before, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little excited.

There was a brief pause before Lilia broke into loud laughter. "Oh, what are the chances?" He sighed, attempting to calm himself from the sudden fit of laughter. "Oh, dear me! Just keep an eye on your roommate for me, alright?"

As soon as Sebek stepped into the shared room, he knew he and his roommate would not get along.

They had already unpacked. How did they fit so much stuff in their suitcase? The comforter they sat criss-cross on top of was black with a pink skull pattern, ripped posters littered their side of the room and the ceiling above their bed, and a large pile of clothes sat on top of their school-provided dresser. Said dresser had been attacked with a barrage of stickers, ranging from animated characters to profanities and anarchy symbols.

"You!" Sebek cried. "You've defaced the dresser!"

"Boo hoo," they frowned, sliding their headphones down around their neck. Faint rock music could be heard.

The boy sputtered, cheeks growing warm with anger. "Do not blatantly disregard a crime! That's not your property!"

Alexandria rolled their eyes, fished a black Sharpie from their suitcase, and scrawled their name on the dresser. "It is now."

Sebek screwed his eyes shut, practicing the deep breathing techniques Lilia had taught him. A knight must control his temper, he had said.

Turning around, Sebek began taking neatly-folded clothes from his suitcase and gently placing them in his own dresser. He turned, sneaking a glance, in hopes his neat example would inspire Alexandria to fix their dresser. They weren't even paying attention; they were digging through the pile of clothes, looking for something to change out of their ceremonial robes.

He sighed, shaking his head. Lilia had asked him to report to him what they did, for reasons unknown to Sebek, but he was certain he'd have a lot to report.

[beelzebubbutachef]

Daily life of a matchmaker in multi fanfic: Ghost Bride Edition

by Alice Bylur

I was out doing my thing when I heard a commotion from fellow dorm mate.

Ignihyde A: senior Bylur! Senior Bylur!

"sup, ((faceless)) dorm mate?" I greeted him. He seems really worried about something but he was to nervous or bewailed to say more of the topic

"a twist of old school, shotgun marriage genre happen! The tragic character is our dorm leader! The SSR mecha brother want to unleash noble phantasm to the school ground if dorm leader isn't freed." Dorm mate B says with very excitement on their very being.

I felt my head hurt when I realize he spoke in an very odd way just now. but I still understand what he meant.

"enemy stat?" I ask in a serious voice to get along with his energy. Dorm mate A who before was super nervous get offer me hologram scene. It show picture of someone familiar ghost bride and the current victim she slapped.

"...sigh. I guess we go give our red envelope." I have no plan joining the event. Might as well do idia a favor and do his daily pull for him in his game while his out.

"VICE WARDEN, PLS SAVE DORM WARDEN!!" the three leech on me when I was about to leave the matter be. "Stop calling me vice warden. I'm not even haft smart as you guys in technology." I tried to remove them from my legs. But they won't badge at all.

"your the only one with Ortho who's official student that can talk to Dorm warden and handle matter of the dorm with him!" (I.D.A)

"I did nothing but talk to you guys, what matter of the dorm?"

"if prefect shroud get married your probably gonna be the next prefect." (I.D.C)

"..." Like that's going to happen. Let me go back to my room.

"well give you packs of shawarma from the other countries tommorow if you save him."(I.D.A)

"You better start ordering those shawarma. Imma go save him now." I suddenly want to join the fun. Totally not bribe to do this.

└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚->

I stared at my note and try to remember if this is someone route but realize it's not. It's a free space. I smirk at the easy thought of having free shawarmas.

I turn myself invisible and walk inside the wedding hall.

I look at everyone who's frozen in place because of the slap. I put a ice rose to lilia pocket which is a force habit. He seems to notice I was here when he saw it yet he keep quite. Through a smirk appear on his face.

"someone anyonesavemeeee." I heard idia cried out beside the excited bride. This makes me think about something. She seems familiar to someone. Hmm.

I was beside idia already and already carried him like a baby on my hold, through still invisible. He froze up which made me laugh.

My laughter did throw me off but I'm already a few step away from the bride.

"you..." The bride realize her groom is stolen under her nose.

I become visible as I put idia down beside me.

"aliceshialiceshisavemeeeee." Idia cried beside me.

"greeting, my name is Alice Bylur. And I'm taking my dorm prefect back." I says with a smile. She seems angry than before.

"your a Bylur..." She and the ghost guard looks furious, right now. That I realize, I think I know them for a different reason. It's my family member fault they died. Oops.

[ "all is fiction, it's a world of text and monologue. An illusion that soon be your reality." ] Using my unique magic the world become a word app and I erase their information about me and My family fault about their tragedy. When the world come back to normal, they look less furious but I felt drained.

[ all is fiction, love can break a spell. Platonic or true love. Curse can be broken.] I use my unique magic again which made idia to be free from the ghost bride magic, the others too would be free later but I already collapse on the floor as I mutter to idia: RUN YOU SUSSY BAKA.

└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚>

I gain conscious a few days later, Idia is playing a video game beside my bed.

"agh... Where's My shawarma." Is My first question. I have priority. Those dorm mates better give me those after what I did.

*its on the refrigerator." He put down his game and stared at me. "You shouldn't use your unique magic if it's bad for you "

"I'm not gonna die. If that's worried you. It's just a simple draw back. The worse case would happen is getting another name." I joked as I remember I should have another name but it was gone now.

He sigh but let is slide.

"thanks." He mumble with his hair edge turning pink. I laugh and says:

Your My friend. And friends come first than anything.

[luxaryllis]

Special: Valentine's Day

Note: Happy Valentine's Day!! 💙❤️‍🔥💗💖

I thought of doing this to show that I am, indeed, alive, and am working! Also, this is posted kinda before Feb 14 (it's Feb 13 today, as of posting this) cuz why not!

So, this special is How my OCs and Characters Would React to Receiving a Valentine's Gift

By 'OCs and Characters', I mean all the insert characters I have!

The characters here are:

-R!MC (Riddle's scared younger sibling)

-BR!MC (Riddle's brainwashed younger sibling)

-V!MC (Vil's younger sibling)

-Finian White (my OC based on the White Rabbit)

For better context and understanding, I suggest reading their respective series before this!!

Oh! And the 'MC's will be given actual names, but will all still use they/them pronouns and are gender neutral!! And everything here is thought of as platonic, but you can take it as romantic instead!

(For all my fellow lonely people here!)

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R!MC (Riddle's Scared!Younger sibling; name given: Ray Rosehearts but is NOT the same as xofiasblog's oc, Ray)

"You're.. giving this to me?" The first year asks, tilting their head to the side. You nod, nudging the box of chocolate cake to then further.

Ray takes the box reluctantly, "What's the special occasion", they ask.

A small bout of silence follows after Ray's question. You were in disbelief; they don't know what day it was today?!

You tell the sweetheart infront of you that it was Valentine's Day, February 14th.

Ray blinks once, then twice, and asks you what Valentine's Day was.

"Has Finian ever even told you about Valentine's?!"

You received a confused shake of the head for an answer.

From that moment on, you began telling Ray all about Valentine's Day, and spoiled them with lots of sweets afterward.

It was a happy day for both of you, and Ray was happy that they learned something new and spent time with one of their cherished friends.

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BR!MC (Riddle's "Brainwashed" Younger sibling; name: Rory Rosehearts)

"[Name]... what is this?"

You smile, "A chocolate strawberry rose bouquet! Just for you, Rory!!"

"Ah..." Rory holds the faux bouquet carefully in their arms. "Is this the 'Valentine's Day gift' you mentioned to me last week?"

Not even surprised at your friend's amazing memory, you nod.

You had been preparing a bunch of gifts for your friends the past few days and happen to run into Rory Rosehearts while you were heading to the pastry shop.

That was how Rory came to understand Valentine's Day and helped you shop for gifts.

"I uhh.. have something for you as well." Your friend carefully moves your gift to one arm and brings out a cute heartshaped box of chocolates.

It was packaged with a red and white ribbon and the tag read a cute handwritten message, "Thank you for being an amazing friend, [Name]. You're the best" with a heart at the end.

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V!MC (Vil's younger sibling; "placeholder" name: Valentin)

Valentin Schoenheit, younger sibling of Vil Schoenheit, was more than familiar with Valentine's Day. They were named after it, after all.

So when you approach them with a box of chocolate cake and a bouquet of roses, they already knew what you were going to say...

"Ah! Are these for Vil? You want me to give these on him on your behalf?"

... nevermind...

"Val... these are for you. Why would I give you gifts that were for Vil??"

At this point, you really shouldn't be surprised anymore. Poor Valentin has to play messenger between Vil and some of his fans.

"Oh, the usual. Since Vil studies in NRC, and well, I'm not in NRC yet, people have been crowding me with gifts for him. It's even worse every Valentine's."

You frown, Valentin's birthday was February 14. You can't possibly imagine having to give gifts to your older brother on your brithday of all days.

"Well, this one's for you!! Happy birthday and Happy Valentine's!"

The birthday celebrant (idk a genderneutral term for bday boy and girl sorry-) looks inside the box, and looked sadly up at you.

"I... can't eat this much chocolate, [Name]. You know that already. Vil doesn't like me eating so much chocolate..."

You roll your eyes, even after they made up, Vil still hadn't let up on his diets.

Val thinks that he's relaxed a lot, but it really doesn't seem like it.

"Well, you brother isn't here now. And it's your birthday for the Seven's sake!! Spoil yourself a little, alright?"

Before they could retort, you put a finger on their lips, silencing them.

"Shh, shhh. Now c'mon! This cake won't eat itself!!"

As you take the box of cake from their hands, Valentin looks at you with a soft smile on their face.

They're glad to have you as their friend.

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Finian White (OC based on the White Rabbit, appears in the Scared!Riddle's younger sibling series)

"T-these are for me?!"

You nod, watching amusedly as the rabbit beastman infront of you bashfully holds your gift in his hands like a new pocket watch.

Which, in this case, it is a new pocket watch.

Your Valentine's Day gift for Finian was a pocket watch. It didn't exactly have the Valentine's Day aesthetic, but it had Finian's initials engraved on it.

He smiled at you, "Thanks a lot! Uhm... my family and I don't celebrate Valentine's Day, so uh.." he scratches the back of his head sheepishly, "I don't have a gift for you. Sorry..."

You raise an eyebrow, "You don't celebrate Valentine's? Why??"

"We only celebrate White's Day.", the beastman says as if it made sense.

It didn't. But he moves on as if nothing happened.

"A-anyway... would you like to go to a sweets shop? Maybe I could get you some (favorite cake) as a Valentine's gift instead?"

[sherbet-shark]

Hello! Just saw that your requests are open, can i request how your ocs would react if someone surprised them with their favorite dessert/sweets? I love your ocs! You can pick any one of them if it seems like alot, reader can be any pronouns :)

~Candy Store~

Author’s Notes: It’s them who shall not be named 😂 /lh & J im sorry this took so long though, a lot of things been going on xD but I hope you enjoyed their hype. And before people ask, no I will not do student x Lóng, so his section is purely platonic as well as Rosie’s. You can read their bios here.

Monica doesn’t really have a huge sweet tooth but she does sometimes get a huge craving and is flattered nonetheless. A soft smile appears on the small woman’s face as she graciously holds the orange frosting on atop of a sugar cookie. It wasn’t much but she does love anything orange or mango flavored.

“Thank you so much, this is really nice of you. I’ve been craving something sweet too! This is great. Perhaps if you’re not busy we can talk a little more? I found something interesting while at the library, it maybe a led back home.”

Zane’s favorite sweet has to be conchas. He’s beyond dumbfounded when you gift him two loafs of the sweet bread. His father and mother would make this sweet treat when he was younger. It… had been awhile since he had those homemade delights. But hearing that you made this by hands to give them to him, it has his heart over the moon.

“You made these for me? Thank you, it really means a lot to me. My family and I would make these all the time. It really takes me back. Hey, as payment how about you and I go have fun at the night on the town? I can buy dinner.”

Shu thinks this is some weird joke, to have his student carrying a basket full of delicious-smelling Osmanthus cakes. The gentle floral fragrance with a slight hint of fruit makes the professor’s mouth water. He narrows his eyes as the small man slowly reaches to the still steaming pastries with skepticism laced in his movements and eyes. Even if he taught at Royal Sword Academy, you can never be too careful about bribery. Some of the students here have no qualms about it either.

“If this is some sort of way to get me to tell you the date of the next history exam… you’re totally out of your league kid.” Shu narrows his eyes as he brings the cake up to his nose to sniff once more. Rushing to soothe your professor’s wariness, spuring a flurry of words, “No- I just have been noticing you’ve been lost in thought and sad a lot during lectures. I wanted to cheer you up!” Hastily speaking as you try to convince the professor otherwise to which it’s met with an eyebrow raise and a moment of silence. ‘Maybe I offended him?’ Sweating under the awkward situation as you slowly move out of Professor Lóng’s office. That jolted the smaller man to action as he rushes to clear up the mist.

“I didn’t think anyone noticed… Huh. You got a good eye, now come and sit with me. You’ve reminded me of a tale I heard on my travels.”

Leif brightly smiles as he takes the bag full of apple slices from your hands. The way he beams at you makes it feel like you’re in front of the sun. Precious and sweet. Leif opens the bag to see the green and red apple peels. Reaching down to the bag, he goes to plop them into his mouth.

“Thank you so much! That’s very sweet of you. Do you want to come with me over to horse stables? I know you meant these are for me but I’d like to share to some of the horses. I may not be able to understand them fully but actions sometimes speak louder than words. Don’t you think?”

Rosealio innocently look up at you holding a cup of pudding in his hands with a small nicely dressed dodo stuffy under the young child’s arm. Crouching form to meet the little boy’s gaze, you tell him that it’s a reward for being such a nice boy. Rosealio looks down entranced by the sugary scent of the creamy pudding, seeing the white haired boy’s golden eyes widen even more as you pull out a plastic spoon for him to eat.

“…This is for me? Thank you. Pudding’s my favorite.”