#zahir extereius

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

TW as vines (Part 6)

The world didn’t need another one, but here we are.

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Ruggie: I’m telling you, Leona, I’m a thug.

Ruggie: A rebellious child.

Ruggie: *putting on sunglasses upside down* My life be like oo-ah.

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Leona: Did somebody order a large sausage pizza?

Vil: I did, but I don’t have any money 😉

Leona: Why the fuck did you order a pizza then?!

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Vil: Did you hang out with Leona last night?

Rook: You know what... Yeah, I did.

Vil: Oh... I love Leona.

Rook: You hate Leo-

Vil: YEAH, NO SHIT HONEY!

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Trey: Watch this... *silently stares forward*

Trey: Did you see how I minded my own business?

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Lilia: Okay, so a little change of plans.

Lilia: I’m actually not going to college anymore. I’m going to hell.

Lilia: Uhhh.... Not that excited.

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Leona: Show me your mad face.

Ruggie: *scowls*

Leona: *whEEZING* yoU loOK RidiCULouS-

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When Malleus isn’t invited-

Malleus: In today’s forecast we can clearly see-

Malleus: That somebody got me fucked up.

Malleus: Fucked. Up.

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Rook: Are there good parents?

Divus: Let me show you something...

Divus: He’s right in here-

Thelnus, sleeping: *rolls over, revealing a piece of paper that says, “All children deserve love and happiness*

Rook: *gasp*

Divus: Let’s let him sleep 😊

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Homophobic person: Why do gay guys always have to wear makeup?

Ace: How else am I supposed to find my people, Linda? It’s not like I can shout out in the middle of a Target that I su-

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Zahir: Is Leona here?

Ruggie: Uhhhh... You know what?

Leona: *jumps out the window*

Ruggie: He just left.

[mistrencharacterfactory]

TW OC Battle Quotes!

So this was started by @prometheanglory and I felt like doing this!

I added a lot of nuance to these... Maybe a little too much. 😅

Sienna

Battle Start: Time to rough em’ up!

Selected: Hell yeah! I’m just itching for a fight!

Attacking: These claws aren’t just for show!

Special/Crit: I’m not paying your hospital bill when this is over.

Team-up: Alright, partner, we can do this!

Team-up (with any first year): Big sis has got your back!

Team-up (with Leona): Woohoo! There’s no way I can lose with Big Bro on my team!

Minor Injury: Psh! You were holding back, right?

Major Injury: Fuck! That one... Actually hurt a little.

Defeated: That was great for a practice round! You ready to fight for real?

Victory: Thanks for a fun match!

Surrender: I gotta go help one of my little siblings with their homework.

Accepting Surrender: Uh... I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?

Zahir

Battle Start: You really wanna fight me? *huffs* Your funeral.

Battle Start (Against Leona): N-No! I can’t possibly hurt him!

Selected: I have places to be, you know.

Attacking: This is for Leona! (He is watching, right?)

Attacking Leona/Crit or Special on Leona: Please forgive me!

Special/Crit: Your painful howls are music to my ears~

Team-up: Strength in numbers, I suppose.

Team-up (with Leona): *wistful sigh* There’s no way they can beat this dream team!

Team-up (with Rook): If you start flirting, I’m leaving your ass to get beaten alone.

Minor Injury: *sarcasm* Oh no... How can I possibly go on?

Minor Injury (From Leona): Did you... Hold back just for me?

Major Injury: *winces* Even if I lose this match, you’ll pay for that later.

Major Injury (From Leona): That’s okay! As long as my dorm leader wins in the end!

Defeated: Please... Tell me Leona isn’t watching...

Defeated (Against Leona): Of course... Leona would never lose...

Defeated (Against Rook): *pulling his own hair* DAMMIT HUNT!

Victory: Another victory in the name of our magnificent dorm leader~

Victory (Against Leona): This victory feels hollow...

Victory (Against Rook): That was for every innuendo you’ve ever made!

Surrender: I have more important things to do.

Surrender (Against Leona): I just can’t hurt my dorm leader!

Surrender (Against Rook): *exasperated sigh* You win this round, Hunt!

Accepting Surrender: Wise decision.

Accepting Surrender from Leona: Y-You would throw the match for me?

Deidrick

Battle Start: Are you sure you want to fight me?

Selected: Hm? I’m a bit busy with research.

Attacking: You brought this upon yourself!

Special/Crit: *summons undead for his special attack* My servants have been feeling so lonely in their graves as of late...

Team-up: Please try not to hit my servants.

Team-up (With Malleus): *chuckle* Isn’t this somewhat unfair for our opponents, Draconia?

Team-up (With Arawn): *to the opponents:* I must warn you, my partner is completely devoid of mercy, sympathy, and any sense of remorse.

Minor Injury: You’ll have to hit harder than that to defeat me.

Major Injury: *groans* I must admit... I am impressed.

Defeated: *calms himself* I can’t let my pride get the better of me... *soft sigh* Congratulations, friend. You earned this victory.

Victory: *deep sigh* Let’s get you to the infirmary.

Surrender: My apologies, but might we continue this at a later date?

Accepting Surrender: Are you okay? Should I get the nurse?

Arawn

Battle Start: You would dare to challenge me?

Battle Start (Against Deidrick): Of course I want to fight you! I’ve only been looking forward to it for years!

Selected: I don’t have time to play games.

Attacking: Know your place, filth!

Attacking Deidrick: This is my revenge, Morkond!

Special/Crit: Gods of my ancestral home, I offer this heathen to you...

Team-up: Do not get in my way.

Team-up (with Deidrick): Show me the old Deidrick, who would never allow these worms to dare challenge us!

Team-up (with Jamil, Zahir, Azul, or Malleus): At least I’ve been given a competent partner.

Minor Injury: What a joke...

Major Injury: Damn you!

Defeated: If only I were at my full power...

Defeated (Against Deidrick): Someday... I’ll make you pay...

Victory: You really thought you could defeat me?

Victory (Against Deidrick): *tauntingly* Did our powerful dorm leader lose to his second-in-command? Ha!

Surrender: Deidrick has errands for me to run...

Surrender (Against Deidrick): Don’t think you’ve won! I simply... Haven’t finished those errands you needed me to run...

Accepting Surrender: I see you’ve learned your place. I do hope this “lesson” has been informative.

“Accepting” Surrender (Against Deidrick): Don’t think you can just walk away from our fight! This isn’t over!

Thelnus

Battle Start: So ye want t’ test yer metal against old Thelnus, huh?

Selected: Okay, okay. Didn’t need t’ finish pickin’ apples anyway...

Attacking: I may be old, but I can still swing a warhammer just fine!

Special/Crit: *warhammer sparks with electricity* Yer about t’ find out why they used t’ call me Thelnus Stormcaller!

Team-up: Let’s give ‘em hell!

Team-up (with Divus): Stay out o’ the way o’ my warhammer, menthiv. I don’t want ye gettin’ hit.

Team-up (with Lilia or Ace): Now’s not the time fer games, weasel!

Minor Injury: Barely a tickle!

Major Injury: Took worse beatings than this in my monster huntin’ days!

Defeated: I’m gettin’ too old fer this...

Victory: Ye be needin’ some more trainin’!

Surrender: Old Thelnus needs a break...

Accepting Surrender: It’s good t’ know when t’ back down. No shame in that.

Jamie (Secret Character: Unlock by Performing a Dark Ritual!)

Battle Start: Wow... I haven’t had a good spellcaster’s duel in ages...

Battle Start (Against Divus): Hey, I don’t wanna fight my best friend!

Selected: How... Did you even find me?

Attacking: *casting an ice spell* How ice to meet you! ...Oh wow, that was bad.

Special/Crit: I hope you’re not too sensitive to the cold...

Team-up: I haven’t made a new friend in so long!

Team-up (with Divus): It’s been too long...

Minor Injury: Wait, am I not a ghost anymore? That actually hit me!

Major Injury: Ouch! Please don’t make me a ghost again!

Defeated: Eh, I’m a little rusty...

Defeated (Against Divus): Who cares if I lost? I’ve got my best friend back!

Victory: *twirls wand around his finger* Not bad, for someone who just came back from the dead!

Victory (Against Divus): Haha! I totally put you on ice! Wanna go get lunch and catch up?

Surrender: Hey! I want to stay alive, thanks!

Accepting Surrender: Was I too hot to handle? ...Wait... I use ice spells! Ugh!

[edda-blattfe]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIENNA!!!!!

A few gifts for @twistedwonderlandimagines featuring her oc Zahir (with Rook making an appearance). Hope these are ok, hon!

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

@edda-blattfe gave me a name for Leona’s brother AND a damn good reason to hate him. Have some memes for the occasion. (Also the pic of me was drawn by her)

Even Vil joined the Leona protection squad. #ProtectLeona2019

I may write mini-scenarios for each of these characters finding out what Lionel did to Leona. If Blue’s okay with that.

Edit: I made two more

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

Halloween Preparations

Well, it’s time for the Halloween special. Crowley decides to pair the dorms together and put each group in charge of planning for one part of the holiday.

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Trey attempted to calm Idia with a pat on the shoulder as Riddle went on another tirade. The Ignihyde dorm leader was shaking, not used to interacting with someone as aggressive as Riddle (or anyone, for that matter).

“I don’t see why the pumpkins should be orange,” Riddle insisted. “They look far nicer in red!”

“Well, then we’ll give everyone the option of painting their pumpkins after they carve them!” Cater said cheerfully, trying to calm Riddle’s temper. “And if you prefer them in red, you can paint yours red...”

Event planning would have been so much easier if Crowley had just let Idia do it by himself.

“Mister Riddle!” Ortho called, “I finished setting up the projector for the movies!”

“Perfect,” Riddle said with a smile. “At least someone in this group is competent. And did you get all the movies from my list?”

“Yep! Everything’s ready for scary movie night!”

Cater sighed in relief. At least the first year seemed to be able to calm their dorm leader.

“Wait, where is Ace?” Deuce asked before Cater slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Do NOT set Riddle off again!” Cater whispered. “Ace probably couldn’t take it and decided to escape, and we should be happy for him, not have Riddle send out a hunting party!”

Deuce nodded, a bit jealous that his rival was able to escape.

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“He’s been going off about the color of the pumpkins all day,” Ace sighed, hanging up rubber spiders.

“What kind of pumpkin isn’t orange?” Floyd grumbled. “I swear, if I show up for pumpkin carving and they’re red, I’m starting my own pumpkin carving booth!”

“Riddle’s head would explode!” Ace commented, laughing at the mental image of Riddle’s reaction.

“Speaking of Riddle,” Jamil spoke up, addressing the twins, “Where’s your dorm leader? He said he’d be here an hour ago.”

“Eh,” Jade replied, “He said something about decorating the whole campus to be ‘drudgery.’ So he stayed back at the cafe. Where’s your dorm leader?”

“He’s...” Jamil froze. “Ace! Did you see Kalim leave?”

“Uh, yeah. He headed back to Scarabia to pick up a few things.”

“Dammit,” Jamil groaned. “He’s going to get lost. I’m going to go find him... And you two,” he added, glaring at the twins, “Go get Azul and bring him back here, or I’ll drag him here myself.”

“Psh. Why should we do anything you tell us to do?” Floyd chuckled.

Jamil paused... and smiled. “Why don’t skeletons ever go trick-or-treating?”

Both of the twins froze in horror... 

“Right on it, Mr. Viper!” Jade answered, scrambling for the door.

“Yeah, Azul will be here when you get back!” Floyd added, sprinting down the hall with his brother.

“I could get used to that,” Jamil smirked. “Ace, I’ll be back with Kalim as soon as I can.”

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“I still don’t know why Crowley put us in charge of food and drink,” Leona groaned. “I can’t cook, and I’m willing to bet you sure as hell can’t either.”

“He put us in charge of food,” Vil sighed, “Because I’m an amazing chef, and because he had nowhere else to put you Savanaclaw heathens.”

“I’m just wondering why he didn’t put Octavinelle on catering duty.”

Vil shuddered as he remembered last year’s Halloween. “Because last year they enchanted the food to convince people to sign more contracts.”

“Never would have suspected it,” Rook sighed, interrupting. “But anyway, was it two or three cups of sugar, Vil?”

“Two.”

“Put in three,” Leona commented.

“You’re a cat! You can’t even taste sweet things!”

“Excuse you, I’m more human than lion!”

Rook sighed as their bickering continued, and turned his attention to Jack, who was quietly making popcorn balls away from the commotion.

“Where’s Zahir?”

“Not here. Shouldn’t you be more worried about your missing dorm member? Epel?”

“He’s not missing! He’s off with that Ruggie boy,” Rook huffed. “And our dorm leaders are already giving me a headache without bringing up those two.”

The door opened, and Zahir stepped into the kitchen, locking eyes with Rook.

The blond lion turned to leave, before Rook grabbed his arm and dipped him so low that his hair brushed the floor. “My dearest Zahir! How I have missed your company~!”

Zahir looked up at Jack from his rather embarrassing position. “Please kill me.”

Jack went back to his cooking, ignoring Zahir’s request.

Rook pressed a bit of red velvet cake to Zahir’s lips. “I pilfered a little cake for you! I heard you like red velvet~!”

He glared at Rook. “If I eat it, will you let me go?”

Rook only smiled that infuriating smile.

“Rook, leave the mongrel alone!” Vil called from the other side of the kitchen.

Sighing, Rook pulled Zahir back up to standing, putting the cake in his hand. “Oh, why must he ruin our time together~?”

Vil rolled his eyes, turning back to the cupcakes he’d pulled out of the oven just five minutes ago.

Three were missing. Two of them were in Leona’s hands, and he last was being scarfed down by the Savanaclaw dorm leader.

“I’m a bad chef, am I?”

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The Diasomnia dorm arrived at Mortercitus, which was already being decorated as the haunted house.

Arawn greeted them without enthusiasm, not looking up from his clipboard.

“Where’s your gross dorm leader?” Lilia asked.

Arawn groaned, rubbing his temples. “Whatever you do, don’t bother him, Vanrouge. I’ve had enough anxiety today as is.”

“You’re no fun.” Lilia rolled his eyes, pulled out a bag of candy, and went to watch everyone from the corner. 

“Where is Deidrick?” Malleus inquired.

“He’s in his library,” Arawn sighed. “I wouldn’t go up there by myself though. He’s not expecting you to arrive for another hour.”

Malleus sighed. “Well, someone needs to go get him.”

“I’ll go!” Sebek volunteered.

“No, I can do it. Besides, I have the best chance of coming back unharmed.”

Malleus entered the huge castle, taking in the atmosphere. The Mortercitus common room was at least three times as large as Diasomnia’s... It was beautiful, but it felt rather lonely.

Everything was ornate and well-designed. The furniture was expensive yet obviously comfortable, the floor was black marble, and chandeliers hung from what must have been at least a thirty foot high ceiling.

Though, disturbingly, there were skeletons standing on the sides of the room, wearing suits of black armor and holding real weapons.

Knowing Deidrick’s taste in decor, Malleus guessed they were real.

And that’s when something crashed into his back, sending him crashing to the floor.

Whatever had hit him screeched and scrambled across the room.

“Draconia, are you hurt?”

Malleus looked up at a disheveled-looking Deidrick Morkond. “I’m fine. What was that?”

Deidrick cleared his throat. “Well... As long as you don’t tell the headmaster...”

Malleus sighed, holding out a hand for Deidrick to help him off the floor. The other dorm leader took him by the arm, pulling up up off the black marble.

“Alright, I won’t tell Crowley.”

“Thank you... It’s an imp.”

“You summoned a demon?” Malleus asked, eyes widening. “Is this some kind of Halloween trick?”

“No, no...” Deidrick mumbled. “I only meant to study it. You know I’m always looking for new information to add to my library.”

“Should I help...?”

“No, I have security measures for this sort of thing,” Deidrick said, then snapped his fingers. 

At his order, the skeletons around the room animated, following the path of the imp. Deidrick smirked as Malleus’s eyes widened, proud of his skill in necromancy. 

“I trust you won’t share that information with Crowley? Or worse yet, Vanrouge?”

Malleus cleared his throat, opening the door to leave. “Let’s just... Get to the haunted house.”

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

Zahir, you yandere son of a-

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

New headcanon: Leona both fears and respects Rook. Anyone willing to face a pissed off Zahir with a smile on their face is either ridiculously brave or a total madman.

Headcanon one million percent accepted.

Also, Zahir sure as hell doesn’t fear Rook the way everyone else does, but he does respect him (even if he drives Zahir absolutely bat-shit). He can at least respect that Rook doesn’t back down when he tries to intimidate him (that’s something few students or even staff members in Nightraven can honestly say).

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

Time for those mini-scenarios of characters’ reactions to learning about Leona and Lionel’s past.

Lionel belongs to the awesome @edda-blattfe

We got Ruggie, Jack, Me, Zahir, Jamil, Vil, and Crowley. I didn’t have any ideas for Kalim or Malleus except for Kalim crying and hugging Leona (because that’s what Kalim would do.)

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Ruggie

(Ruggie’s like... Ten years old here.)

Lionel didn’t seem like a bad guy to Ruggie... Which made Leona’s story all the more shocking. Was he just supposed to hate Lionel now?

“Do you not want me to talk to him anymore?”

Leona seemed to consider this for a moment, then sighed and shook his head. “That’s not it. Talk to him all you want, but just... Don’t trust him.”

Ruggie nodded, nuzzling his little head into Leona’s chest and yawning, ready to turn in for the night. 

“Do you... Do you believe me, Ruggie?”

“Yeah, of course,” the small boy replied honestly.

Leona sighed in relief. God, at least someone in this kingdom trusted him.

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Jack

It came out so casually.

One second they were having one of their usual debates and... And Leona thought it was a good time to spill out everything regarding his older brother.

Maybe Leona just thought it would be better if he told Jack himself rather than Jack finding out in some news story or from someone who’d heard rumors of that night.

Or perhaps, for whatever reason, he trusted Jack.

No matter his reasons, Jack was... Enraged. His blood boiled thinking of how Leona’s own brother could do something so vile!

“That... Motherfucker,” he growled, clenching his fists.

Leona almost chuckled. He knew Jack would react that way. “While I find your righteous anger at my situation to be endearing, I’m afraid your head may explode if you don’t calm down.”

Sienna (Me)

I jumped up from the couch, growling, “What the fuck?! What the fuck?!”

Leona sighed. “Calm down, Sienna. There’s nothing you can do about it right now.”

“I’m going to punch your brother in the kidney!” I shouted. “That fucker messed with someone in my family!”

Leona laughed and ruffled my hair. “As much as I’d love to watch you kick my brother’s ass, I’d rather you stay out of prison.”

Zahir (Twisted Zira)

(Contains Zahir being scary... Like most things involving Zahir.)

Zahir’s eyes narrowed, listening to Leona tell his story to Sienna from around the corner. 

His annoyance at Leona entrusting this information to Sienna and not him paled in comparison to the sheer fury burning in his chest, directed at Lionel Kingscholar.

Quietly, he slipped back to his dorm room.

That bastard had no right to have Leona’s throne. And Zahir would see to it that the kingdom be given to its rightful heir, no matter who had to be cut down to achieve that goal.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself... He could already hear screams of agony, already smell blood in the air...

And most vividly of all, he could imagine himself standing at Leona’s side, Lionel’s body lying bloodied and lifeless at their feet. He smiled, beginning to plan a war in his twisted mind.

Jamil

(This is in the context of my fanfic We’ll Be Kings where they’re planning to “dispose of” Leona’s brother.)

Jamil showed no outward response to Leona’s story. It was... Certainly not what he had expected. He drew a deep breath.

“Why tell me all this? I’m already on your side.”

“Am I not allowed to open up to you? If we’re partners in this little coup, then we should be open and honest with each other, shouldn’t we?”

Jamil nodded, “Your brother sounds like he needs to be knocked down a peg.”

Leona laughed, “Now you’re speaking my language!”

Vil

It was somewhat of a parent’s day at the college. Vil was hiding in the bathroom while his mother met the Headmaster, and Leona had slipped away from his brother and happened upon Vil in the bathroom.

If they hadn’t have been so emotionally vulnerable they may have ignored each other... Kept everything to themselves.

But it all came pouring out.

Vil, with shaking breaths, described what it was like to grow up under his mother’s scornful gaze. Then Leona told his tragic tale, ranting about how his brother didn’t deserve to be king.

...Vil had grown quiet as Leona told his story. He stared silently forward, nodding along with Leona to let him know he was still listening.

He got up quietly, and left the bathroom, leaving Leona on the floor by himself.

Leona sighed. He should have expected this from Vil. He got up, deciding that he had to go back and find his brother at some point.

However when he found Lionel, his brother was running from something, eyes wide and expression terrified. Leona only had a moment to guess what was going on before a high heel shoe flew into the back of Lionel’s head, and soon after that an arrow only barely missed him, lightly grazing his arm.

“I AM THE ONLY PERSON ALLOWED TO MAKE LEONA MISERABLE, YOU FILTHY TROGLODYTE!”

Behind him appeared Vil Schoenheit, wearing no shoes and carrying Rook’s bow, with murder in his eyes. Lionel barely escaped out of the school before Vil fired another arrow.

Leona approached Vil, almost doubled over with laughter.

“That- That was the best thing ever-” Leona wheezed.

Vil smiled proudly, grabbing his shoe from the floor. “Only the best for my worst enemy.”

Leona wiped away his tears of laughter. “C’mon Cinderella, let’s go find your other shoe.”

Crowley

He didn’t know what he had expected when he asked Leona about his home life, but it wasn’t that.

Trying his best to conceal his rage at Lionel, the Headmaster took a deep breath. He slowly rose from his chair, and walked around his desk to Leona, then pulled the student into a hug.

“My boy... You didn’t deserve any of that...”

Leona relaxed, the hints of a smile beginning at the corners of his mouth. What was it about being a parental figure that made a person’s hugs so soothing? Why was it that only parents knew how to make it all feel better with one hug?

He never got hugs like these enough from his own parents...

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

Rook and Zahir memes because why not?

Rook catches Zahir coming out of the Fantasy Costco after doing his “thing.”

Rook in a teasing tone: Ohhh I caught someone bein’ a Bad Bitch~

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Rook on Zahir’s birthday: *wakes him up with a birthday cupcake* I brought you some positive vibes for your birthday~

Zahir, slapping the cupcake away: HOW DID YOU GET IN MY ROOM?!

Rook, crying over the cupcake with max drama: MY VIBES NOOOOO-

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Rook: Welcome to bible study. We’re all children of Jesus.

Zahir in the background: *disposing of a body*

Rook, singing: Kumbayaaaa, m’loooord~

Zahir: ROOK, WHAT THE FUCK, IS THAT A CAMERA?!

Rook: KUMBAYAAAAAA~

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Rook: Oooo, look who’s under the mistletoe~~~

Zahir: Try it, bitch. See what happens.

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Rook: Zahir! My dear, you have returned!

Zahir, who just got his wisdom teeth out and is too high to care: *giggles* ur rly funny

Rook: *gasp* I am blessed. *wipes away a tear*

Leona: You know he’s high, right?

Rook: Let me enjoy this.

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Zahir: *hisses at Rook*

Rook: *hisses back*

Zahir: 

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If Zahir ever actually reciprocated?

Rook: *appears from nowhere and climbs on the couch with Zahir* My love, I’ve come to keep you company~

Zahir: *does the slow blink, like cats do when they’re content* *purrs and cuddles up to Rook*

Rook: ...Am I in danger?

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

Missing

Okay, so I just revealed Zahir as the next school store owner. Now I’m ready to explain how he came to be marked, and... Well, we’re about to see how evil Zahir can truly be.

It’s perfect for Halloween! 🎃💀😈👻

But seriously, trigger warning for violence and death. I tried to shy away from gore, but there’s definitely death.

I have a couple characters here with randomly generated names, dorms, etc. They won’t be built upon later, and any possible similarities in name to other characters are coincidental.

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When Zahir first gazed upon the Thing his mind was scrambled, but.... only confusion entered his mind as he felt the abomination rooting around in his brain, as if searching for something.

He couldn’t fully comprehend the being in front of him, but he knew better than to stick around. Quick as lightning, he ran in the other direction.

His mind flickered back to it, only bringing up static. 

When he was certain that he was far enough away, he stopped, grabbing a nearby book and flipping to a random page. No portal.

Tossing that one to the ground, he grabbed another one. Again, no portal.

It was like he could feel the presence of the creature gaining on him, but he felt no urgency or fear. He moved on to the next... The next after that...

He opened a book called “Great Beasts of Africa” and a portal pulled him out of the store, dumping him in a cramped, dark space. He felt around, eventually grabbing a door knob and throwing open the door, finding himself back in Savanaclaw. The portal had dumped him in a broom closet.

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After a week of thinking of the store, Zahir finally went back. Around closing time he entered the store, ignoring Sam’s look of horror, and sat cross legged at the back of the store.

He closed his eyes, waiting.

There was the slightest change in the air, and things seemed... More quiet than before.

Then he felt its presence once more. He could pinpoint its exact location.

It was by the books, where he’d found the portal to Savanaclaw....

He smirked to himself. So the portals were in fixed locations. Why else would it be guarding the only safe exit he knew of?

Instead, he headed in another direction, and happened upon a set of wardrobes.

Slowly, he assessed each wardrobe. Was there any discernible difference that would reveal which ones held portals? If so, was there a way to tell where each portal led?

His ear twitched at a soft sound. He hadn’t heard anything like it the first time he ended up here.

Was it possible that seeing that Thing allowed him some insight into what it knew? Could he hear beyond the portals now that he was... Connected to that monster?

Within one specific wardrobe, he heard the voices of Vil Schoenheit and Rook Hunt arguing. He ripped open the wardrobe.

He fell out of a medicine cabinet in Pomefiore.

Vil just about yelled his ear off, and Rook nearly shot him with an arrow, but it was worth it to have more information.

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A certain desk drawer led to Crowley’s office. A red jar of frosting on the baking aisle dropped him in Heartslabyul. A box in storage led to the Mostro Lounge in Octavinelle. 

After a month of coming in every day, he found a portal to each dorm.

Of course, he’d had to change up his strategy every time, as the creature in the store was always on his heels... But oh, his plans were too grand to be stopped by that abomination.

It may have slowed his progress, but it wouldn’t stop him.

---

Zahir watched the Pomefiore girl (the one he’d seen drooling over Leona) sneak into the classroom and leave a note on Leona’s desk, before scurrying back out of the room, face flushed.

He stepped out from behind the bookshelf, grabbing the note. He was glad he’d come early enough to take it before the other students showed up. And of course Divus was never in his room before the students arrived.

After tearing open the envelope, he read the disgusting, lovesick drivel and nearly threw up. 

He’d have to remedy this situation.

---

Just as he’d suspected, the girl... Melia, met him in the Mystery Shop.

Poor little thing knew she shouldn’t be there around closing, but she came anyway, thinking Leona was going to be there.

“I-I thought... Where’s Leona?” She said, shaking in fear of the store she was in.

“About that, Melia” he said softly, fighting back nauseousness. “I have a confession to make. I wrote that note asking to meet you here.”

“Oh...” She said, sounding disappointed. “What did you want to talk about?”

He put on his most charming smile, lowering his voice to a more sultry tone. “I asked you to come here so I could confess my feelings for you.”

Her eyes widened, and she took a deep breath. “I... I don’t know what to say...”

He softened his gaze, purring, “You could always give me a chance. I admit I’m a little too rough with the other Savanaclaw members, but...” he tilted her chin up to look him in the eyes, “I promise to treat you like a queen, my love.” He’d taken note of this girl’s tastes. She was hopelessly enamored with the thought of soulmates and true love. Far too naive and ridiculously easy to manipulate.

Her face was turning bright red, and he could see that his act was working like a charm... But he could also see that they had crossed over into the old store.

He changed his expression to one of alarm.

Melia looked around frantically. “Where are we?!” She huddled up against Zahir. “Z-Zahir, please tell me this is a joke.”

“No... I wish this were a joke,” he said, pulling her closer.

He grabbed a baseball bat from a nearby shelf. “Don’t worry, Melia. I’ll keep you safe, okay? Stay with me.”

She nodded, following Zahir as he led her to the wardrobes.

He ignored the voices of Epel and Rook coming from the Pomefiore portal, instead pretending to investigate an empty one. He opened it and climbed inside with Melia.

“We’ll be safe here.”

“Should I call Headmaster Crowley?” 

Zahir had purposely run towards the area closest to where he could sense the Old One (as he’d learned to call it). He just had to stall for a moment.

“Not quite yet... I think there’s something outside...”

“Hey, don’t scare me like...” She trailed off as she heard it. Heavy, ragged breathing coming from outside.

“On the count of three, we jump out and we run. That’s the only way we can get out alive.”

She nodded, shaking uncontrollably.

“One... Two...”

She had only just stepped out of the wardrobe when a baseball bat smashed into her head, knocking her to the ground. Before she could even process what had happened, Zahir’s boot came down hard on her leg.

She screamed, feeling the bone crack.

Zahir watched in sick satisfaction as he watched the Old One claim its victim.

He’d seen this scene in his mind’s eye before, with him as the victim. Every time he entered the old store, it gave him the visions. But this time, it gave him a different vision... One encouraging him to bring more students its way.

---

The second was a Savanaclaw boy. Camsil.

He was always in the way. Always stealing Leona’s attention away from Zahir.

Zahir knew that this one would be far more difficult to manipulate. Camsil didn’t like Zahir at all, and he knew how aggressive he could be.

Oh well. No matter. He’d still go down just like the last.

After all, Camsil may not have liked Zahir, but he trusted him as a dorm mate. He trusted him enough to follow him into the Mystery Shop, and he trusted him enough to follow him into the jaws of death.

---

More than half of the students who have died in the Mystery Shop were led there by Zahir.

---

He’s good at manipulation. Not even Crowley himself has caught on to him. The only person in the entire school who knows is Sam, and he’s bound by something not to reveal Zahir’s secret.

Zahir knows how to get to people. He plays the part needed to pull them in.

As long as he gets his Leona in the end...

Who cares who he has to kill?

[edda-blattfe]

Ok so for the ships: Leona x Vil and Deidrick x Malleus. And heck, for the lols: Rook x Zahir.

Arrogant lazy-ass, lives to tease x arrogant and prideful perfectionist, won’t put up with lazy-ass’s shit

Sexual orientation is “smart and powerful” x smart, powerful, and knows it

Love of my life x serial killer (jking!)

Dangerous, emotionally stunted, murder kitty x “Danger is my middle name,” equally stunted, devil’s advocate

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

I made Zira a TW OC

Name: Zahir Extereius ( @yandere-wishes came up with the last name. BLESS YOU-)

22, Born November 19th, Scorpio

I don’t have a picture (EDIT: I do have a picture now!), but if anyone does draw him... first of all, I will love you forever if you do... And second, my only request is that his eyeliner is on point. Sharp enough to cut a bitch. That’s literally the only thing I can imagine about his appearance besides his eyes being as red as the blood of his enemies and being the only Savanaclaw member to wear eye shadow (in a deep brown).

Bio: A third year in Savanaclaw. He’s seemingly obsessed with Leona, although it seems Leona either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. Acts as somewhat of an enforcer for Leona, breaking up fights in the dorm and intimidating the students into following the third year’s every order. 

He’s not an especially muscular kind of guy-he doesn’t need size or physical strength to be intimidating. He just gives off a vibe that tells you he’s Game of Thrones level brutal and will stab you if you look at him the wrong way. (Vil is quaking.)

Honestly who even knows what keeps him from viciously attacking Vil-

Usually excels in his classes and has a lot of ambition, if you count “plotting to put Leona on his kingdom’s throne even if it means starting an actual war” to be ambition.

Neither Ruggie or Jack are big fans of Zahir. If Leona isn’t around to calm him down, he’s much more harsh with them than their dorm leader.

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

Zahir, Deidrick, and Arawn headcanons

It’s near my birthday, so I may as well take this opportunity to go on and on and on about my OCs for a few days.

1. Zahir is bisexual and demi-romantic. Deidrick is sapiosexual (exclusively attracted to people who display high intelligence). Arawn is... Not sure what his sexuality is. He’s questioning.

2. Arawn has a nasally voice. Deidrick has a smooth, deep voice. Zahir’s voice is basically a slightly more masculine version of Zira’s voice. 

3. Deidrick frequently displays physical strength beyond human capabilities, along with disregard for possible physical injuries. i.e. Crushing his wine glass with his bare hand with no regard for the resulting cuts, punching a massive hole through the wall when he’s angry (only in private; gotta keep up appearances), or being able to lift big dudes like Jack, Ashton, or Idia high off the ground without any struggle.

4. Deidrick also seems to passively affect things around him when his emotions begin to darken. He is capable of maintaining his calm when in public, but it’s possible to tell he’s in a bad mood by the way objects around him react.

Small effects: Lights flicker, the air chills, and any animals nearby become frightened and try to run away.

Intermediate effects (when he’s really getting pissed): Any nearby food/plants begin to rot, his red pupils begin to glow, and any technology nearby ceases to work properly.

Big effects (when he can no longer hold his composure, which is rare): All doors and windows slam shut, his eyes turn completely red, power goes out in the building, and anyone nearby experiences a sudden, excruciating headache.

(Yeah, being able to do this with spells is no big deal. But doing it passively WITHOUT spells is usually a mark of a very powerful supernatural presence.)

5. Zahir sings at Azul’s cafe sometimes, and he’s really good at it (again, he has Zira’s voice). He sings songs that show off his range, and really enjoys singing rock songs.

Deidrick’s singing voice is rich and smooth. He’s a deep baritone, and usually sings slow, haunting melodies.

Arawn refuses to sing unless Deidrick drags him into it. His singing is decent, but it’s nothing to write home about.

6. Deidrick doesn’t need to eat or sleep as much as normal people, so he tends to have a LOT of extra time on his hands, and most of it is dedicated to reading, studying, practicing magic, or experimenting.

7. Both Deidrick and Arawn have a taste for wine. Arawn prefers the pricey stuff, but for Deidrick it doesn’t have to be fancy or expensive as long as it tastes good.

8. Zahir can’t feel emotions as intensely as other people. All his emotions feel dull, except for anger and irritation. His infatuation with Leona is the only thing that feels intense, and he thinks that being with Leona will somehow make him whole. So basically, he’s just chasing a cure that doesn’t exist.

9. I’ve been tempted to make David Draiman Deidrick’s official voice, but the usual music he makes doesn’t fit Deidrick’s aesthetic. You feel me?

10. Zahir doesn’t feel threatened by Ruggie as far as Leona is concerned, so the little guy never sees Zahir’s darker side.

11. Arawn is constantly fatigued. 

12. Deidrick hates hot weather.

13. Most of the student body has no idea how sinister Deidrick is. Remember, he’s really good at keeping up appearances and manipulating others.

14. Out of all the students, Zahir gets along best with Jamil and Azul. He gets along the worst with Vil (because how DARE Schoenheit disrespect Leona!), and the Chaos Trio, whose antics he just can’t help but be annoyed by.

If Deidrick weren’t planning on stealing magic from the other students, he’d find Zahir to be great company. The closest Arawn gets to socializing is when he and Jamil complain to each other about their respective royal companions. 

Obviously, the people Deidrick can’t seem to get along with are Malleus and Lilia. Especially Lilia. 

Arawn doesn’t socialize often enough to make enemies.

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

I did it

I actually made halfway decent art...

So uh... Who wants to see Zahir (that OC based on Zira)...? Cause here he is.

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

Savanaclaw’s Lions

Well, I think it’s time to do the official “How Zahir Met Leona” story.

---

“Hey, Pomefiore’s that way, prissy boy!” a student with buffalo horns jeered at the red-eyed lion.

Zahir paused for only a second, then returned to applying his eye shadow without a word.

His companion, a Savanaclaw member with leopard features, marched up to Zahir and growled, “You hear him, or are you deaf on top of looking like a Pomefiore slut?”

“Oh, I heard him,” Zahir replied, not looking away from his compact mirror. “But he sounded so pathetically dim-witted that I didn’t deem it worth a reply.”

The leopard-eared student grabbed him by the front of his shirt, sending his mirror and makeup clattering to the ground. “Oh, oops~!” he said mockingly, “Ah, well. I’m gonna blacken those eyes anyway.”

Zahir only laughed. “Is that the best threat you have?”

Zahir’s hand shot forward, jabbing the other student in the eye with his claw. “SHIT!” The other man released Zahir, holding his hand over his bleeding eye.

Zahir drew back his fist, but was grabbed from behind by a larger male.

“Alright, you three. That’s enough.”

“Oh, uh... Leona!” The bull-horned man said nervously. “We... Well, we...”

“Yeah, yeah. I saw the whole thing,” Leona sighed, trying to keep the struggling Zahir immobilized. “Take him to the infirmary, and I’ll deal with this guy.”

As soon as the others were gone, Leona yelped, drawing his hand back as fast as he could from the mouth of the lion that bit him.

“Fuck!” Leona hissed in pain. “What was that for?”

Zahir glared at his dorm leader. “For seeing the whole thing, and not stepping in earlier.”

Leona chuckled through the throbbing pain in his hand, “I knew you could take care of yourself. You think I haven’t guessed that you’re the one who’s been putting Savanaclaw members in the infirmary these past two weeks?”

Zahir huffed, leaning down to pick up his makeup and cracked compact. “I see my reputation precedes me.”

Leona cocked an eyebrow, and reached into his jean pocket for a bandage.

“But anyway...” Zahir sighed, turning away from the other lion. “It was entirely the fault of those brutes for picking the fight to begin with.”

“Yeah, I can believe that. You seem to keep mainly to yourself.”

Leona put his thumb to his tongue, then brought it up to wipe some makeup from Zahir’s cheek. “They must’ve smudged your nice makeup when they grabbed you.”

Zahir felt himself blush, and was momentarily confused at the warmth blossoming in his chest. It was foreign.... But not entirely unpleasant.

Panicking at the odd sensation, he smacked Leona’s hand away.

“What was that for?” Leona asked with a snicker.

Zahir pocketed his makeup and turned away from Leona. “For invading my personal space. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend to.”

“Yeah, okay,” Leona shrugged. “Although...” He pulled out an eyeliner, which looked suspiciously similar to Zahir’s.

Zahir checked his pockets, and growled at Leona. “How and why did you take that?”

“Because I needed a way to get you to come have lunch with me.”

The red-eyed lion almost smiled at Leona’s little trick. He... He could get used to this feeling...

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

Since Zahir also has a huge obsession with Leona do you think he'd get along with my tw oc Beatrix Venas or that he'd see her as a rival. (Her bio is on my blog if you want to check it out before you awnser)

*watching Zahir tear the entire room apart and growl about how he’s got another rival*

Yeah he uh... *dodges a thrown chair* He isn’t too thrilled about another yandere crushing on Leona.