#Deuce is so full of anxiety

[meatloafzzz]

AceDeu❤️‍🔥💙

[some-weebs-posts]

Ok, so I've been obsessed with Monster High since it came out, and my favorite character has always been Jackson Jekyll. And you know what? Not only is he an underrated character, but like, they made his background super detailed and complicated for like no reason. I couldn't tell you how many times I've gone on long rants trying to explain it all.

Think of this like a combination of different wikis. This is based on Generation 1, the movies from Boo York Boo York and previous, the diaries, the webisodes, and some of the books. I have not watched anything from Gen 2 or 3, which really doesn't matter because Jackson isn't in any of the reboots.

Basic Information

Jackson Jekyll and Holt Hyde are two people in the same body. They have different memories and different personalities.

Jackson Jekyll is 16 years old. His favorite color is yellow, his favorite food is mac & cheese, and his birthday is May 30th.

Holt Hyde is 16 years old. His favorite color is orange, his favorite food is hot wings, and his birthday is May 30th.

They both have a pet chameleon named Crossfade.

Jackson is a bit of a nerdy type. He enjoys wearing bow ties and sweater vests. He likes to play video games. He's crazy smart, and his favorite subject is Mad Science.

Holt has a rocker style with his everyday outfit being a red leather jacket and purple pants. He also shows more of their fire elemental side than Jackson, so he incorporates flames in all his outfits as well. He loves music, so he always wears headphones (not to mention that later becomes his trigger), and music theory is his favorite subject. He has a hot temper and can become angry very easily.

Jackson Jekyll is their default character. However, he transforms into Holt due to different triggers. His original trigger was it being either day or night where he was Jackson during the day and Holt at night. Later, his trigger changed to music with a 4/4 time signature, which is most music. In the diaries, Jackson states that his doctor believes the trigger will change at least one more time, and he is deathly afraid it will be something important that he can't avoid like taking a shower.

Jackson and Holt did not know of each other's existences until they were 16. Since their memories were different, they thought they had consistent black outs. Holt considered it just a way of life and how it was, but in the books, Jackson (thanks to the suggestion of Melody Carver) thought is was due to his extreme anxiety.

Family

Jackson Jekyll is the son of Dr. and Mrs. Jekyll.

Holt Hyde is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Hyde.

Jackson was born half normie (mom) and half monster (dad). The thing is, his dad is not the Jekyll/Hyde. That's his mom. His mom is the normie half of the Jekyll and Hyde combo. His dad is a fire elemental.

Holt is a full monster. His mother is the Hyde, and his father is a fire elemental.

This makes Jackson and Holt half-brothers. They have different moms but the same dad.

They know they have different moms or at least more than one mom. They call her Moms in the books and diaries. Their mom (in both versions of Jekyll and Hyde as far as I can tell) is named Sydney, who is a science teacher at Merston High and likes to go by Mrs. J.

That adds on another layer because that means his dad took his mom's last name, AND his dad's last name changes depending on who his wife is because he married both the Jekyll and the Hyde. So does that mean every time he is asked his name, the dad has to be like, "I don't know. Let me call my wife,"? Like, does he just change his name every day or is he just Dr. Jekyll by default and then changes his name if he gets a call from his wife? And he's not Dr. Hyde but Mr. Hyde, so does he loses his doctorate when his wife goes crazy?

Anyway, Jackson and Holt are cousins with Heath and Harmony Burns. Harmony is Heath's older sister. Their mother is Jackson and Holt's dad's sister aka their aunt.

Friends

Jackson's best friend is Deuce Gorgon.

Jackson first met Deuce in the diaries where they played some pick-up casketball. Then, they met-met and actually started to hang out after the webisode Fear Pressure. In the episode, Jackson had started to attend Monster High but was being bullied for being a normie (or at least appearing as one), so Deuce decided to take pity on him and let him sit at his and Heath's lunch table. Later on, Deuce introduced him to others like Gil.

When they first moved to their neighborhood, which made them change schools and start attending Monster High, Jackson only became Holt during the night, so Jackson was the first one to meet their neighbors. One time, Draculaura made him a welcome-to-the-neighborhood cake, and when he returned the tin, he met Dracula of which he was not afraid and actually made a joke about stakes. This was considered weird because both normies and monsters were afraid of Dracula, for in the diaries, he was described as being like a creepy, no-nonsense Nosferatu. Later, Draculaura invited him to Clawdeen's Boo-B-Que where he met The Wolfs.

During the night, Holt would come out and walk around. There, he studied his neighbor's houses and saw them very occasionally.

Holt actually went and became a DJ with the nickname DJ Hyde. While working a party, he met Draculaura. She was dancing the Transylvania Trance. He thought she was attractive and approached her by calling her Ula D, but she became confused because they had never met before.

That adds on another thing. Apparently, they can share some memories.

Romances

Jackson and Holt had many romances.

In the books, Jackson went to Merston High. There, he met a siren named Melody Carver. They started to date, but Melody met Cleo, because Cleo also went to this school for some reason, and they hated each other. So to get Melody jealous, Cleo ended up kissing Jackson. But he felt nothing for her. Then Melody started a band and revealed Holt, which started a love triangle except Jackson didn't know about Holt, so he didn't know what she was upset about. They ended up breaking up where she then got with a gargoyle named Granite who was also into music, but unfortunately their relationship never went anywhere, and Melody and Granite never became official.

Then there was Draculaura. Jackson and Holt both liked her, but she only ever tried to date Jackson. She said in one of her diaries that they ended up "breaking up", even though they were never officially dating, because he never went to their evening dates and could never remember exactly why he didn't the next morning. Little did they know it was because of Holt.

Then there was Frankie. She slowly fell in love with him over the course of Volume II of the webisodes in episodes such as Miss Information, Hyde Your Heart, and Hyde and Shriek. She originally liked Jackson because he was the new kid, and she was fairly new too and remembered how hard it was. She even stood up against his bully, Manny Taur. But then she met Holt and became conflicted because she thought she liked both of them and had to choose between them. After she found out they were the same person, she introduced them to each other, which is how they found out about each other in the first place. She then would record them talking on her phone so that they could talk to each other, but that got old fast, so she gave them separate phones specifically for texting each other. She decided they couldn't date until they got over their differences.

There was Operetta. In the diaries, Holt said that he liked that she liked music, so they went on a date at a concert. But then Holt got angry at someone, and due to his anger issues, he got into a fight. He and Operetta were kicked out. Her dad did not like that, and they weren't allowed to date anymore.

Then there was Clair. Clair is my personal favorite and is my OTP. In the movie Ghouls Rule, Holt got arrested while he and other monsters were vandalizing the normie school of New Salem High. He transformed back into Jackson while in jail, so they let him go thinking that Holt somehow kidnapped Jackson and swapped places with him. He became a fugitive, so Jackson hid by attending New Salem High. There, he met Clair. She stood up to bullies for him and even later defended him against the police after they captured him and tried to behead him (and no, I'm not joking). They had a discussion at the end where Holt commented that while Jackson and him don't agree on much, at least they can agree on women. He tried to kiss her, but she swapped him to Jackson first and then kissed him because, well, she didn't know him that well yet. She's an anti-police, anti-racism/speciesism, goth baddie, and I love her for that.

Side Notes

Despite being a huge nerd, Jackson is actually really good at sports. Jackson and Deuce only initially became friends because of a game of casketball. In Deuce's diary, he went to the court to play, but only saw "a lame human kid" aka Jackson. He was initially going to ignore him, but then Jackson asked to play. Then it turned out that Jackson could play very well. Quote, "I was gonna slide out of there, but he asked if I wanted to play some one on one. I figured it wouldn't take long to make him look like a statue out there, but I was wrong. He had a scary good jump shot and even crossed me over a couple times. I had just started to play really hard when my glasses got knocked off and broke. Now I have to figure out a way to get home without stoning someone, but dude just took off his shades and handed them over to me. He said to keep them until I got home and he'd get them later. Told me his name is Jackson Jekyll. He said he wants a rematch. I told him any time, any place. Not a bad guy...for a human." Also, in Friday Night Frights, Jackson attempted to join the roller maze team before he was stopped by Manny Taur. Edit: I just remembered he also plays volleyball in the Gloom Beach line.

Additionally, Jackson and Holt have facial piercings and tattoos. This is very rare and somewhat strange given they are only 16 and would at least need parent's permission for the tattoos. The only other G1 characters that have tattoos, that I know of, are Operetta and Wisp from 13 Wishes. The only other characters with facial piercings, not counting ear piercings, are Clair, Cleo, and Manny Taur as Cleo has the gem under her eye, Clair has a classic lip piercing, and Manny has a septum piercing. Jackson has one tattoo of a Ying & Yang symbol on his back, and he has an eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow. Holt has two tattoos with the same Yin & Yang tattoo and an additional face tattoo around his eye. He also has a left eyebrow piercing.

The tattoos admittedly confuse me because the fact that Jackson doesn't have one of Holt's tattoos may imply that they got the tattoos separately, so they both just so happened to pick the same tattoo and then Holt got one extra. Also, their parents had to sign off on allowing their 16 year old son to be allowed to have a face tattoo.

Edit: Some people have mentioned that Holt's face tattoo may actually be a birthmark due it being mentioned in one of the diaries. However, this doesn't make sense to me because Jackson does not have a birthmark. So like many, I believe this mention of it being a birthmark was only added after they made the design as an excuse, and it should be left up for interpretation.

That's alI can think of for now. Info may change later, but that's the story of The Strange Case of Jackson Jekyll and Holt Hyde.

[jestersfinaljest]

Could you write for the wonderful, amazing, beautiful, silly Ace Trappola? Like him falling in love with a male reader who isn’t the prefect and is just a normal student and is totally in denial that he’s gay? (Sorry if that doesn’t make sense)

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‘Okay, I’m man enough to admit when a guy is pretty, I mean, Pomefiore guys have some pretty guys, I am confident in my sexuality to admit that!’ Is what Ace kept telling himself. He had quite literally bumped into a student, just a student from another dorm, just a normal student. A totally normal student who had made his heart pound in his chest. Ever since that encounter, Ace has been out of it, making up excuses in his head, saying things to himself like, “I’m not gay, I can’t be.” or “My heart was beating like that for different reasons!” But deep down, he knew he couldn’t deny it.

The student he had bumped into had very little thoughts about the ‘incident’, sure he thought about it a couple of times, seeing the ginger’s flushed face before he ran off, leaving him slightly confused with a newfound liking. He just stood there after the ginger ran away, questioning a little bit, but nothing he wouldn’t lose sleep over.

Ace, on the other hand, lost tons of sleep, waking up from dreams of kissing or cuddling with the student. 'I don't even know his name! And now I'm having dreams about him??? This is crazy, this didn't even happen with my girlfriend in middle school!!' The more he kept denying that he may have a thing for the student he bumped into, the more the student was on his mind. He had seen him around NRC, just peacefully walking around or chatting with a friend, and every time he did he made a beeline to the opposite direction of him. Now come on, Ace thought he did a good job keeping his little problem under wraps, but it's Ace we're talking about. The ginger got distracted during so many basketball practices that it got the attention of Jamil and Floyd. They didn't bring it up, yet, but time will tell when they would. Deuce and the Prefect had brought it up though.

"I'm just saying, you seem to be pretty distracted lately, we're just concerned is all." The Prefect had told him, Deuce standing next to them nodding full heartily. "Yeah, so what's got you like this? It's weird hanging out with you when you're not so loud and annoying." His arms were crossed over his chest, continuously nodding like he was only saying good things. Grim was too distracted with eating a can of tuna Prefect had bought him from Sam's store to even care what the topic of the conversation was about.

"I'm fine! It's just.." Ace felt hesitant to tell them about the feelings he had so desperately wanted to leave. He wasn't sure how they'd take it, I mean, in an all-boys school? What if they get disgusted by him and think he's weird or gross? These are concerns he'd never think he'd have to think about. "I think I might like the guy I bumped into a week ago, okay??! And I've been stressing with these feelings because I just can't be gay, can I??" Ace felt a weight being lifted off his heart, and then a heavier one dropped down. His heart pounded with anxiety and fear at their reaction.

"Well, why not? Being gay is normal. It's not necessarily a bad thing, you know." Prefect had said something first, shrugging their shoulders. "There's probably a lot of gay people in NRC, I already have a couple of suspicions..." They trailed off, looking away to the side. Deuce, once again, nodded in agreement before stopping himself. "Yeah, that's right--What, uhh, no. Not that last part, uhm, anyway...What me and Prefect mean is that we don't mind who you like because, at the end of the day, you're still our friend!"

A truly lovely and heartwarming scene for Ace, who was given love, support, and confidence to talk to the student! After sorting out his feelings and emotions, he went out and walked around campus for a bit, searching for the student. Around ten minutes passed and he finally found him, sitting on a bench in the courtyard, on his phone. He summoned all of his courage and sat down next to him, his leg starting to bounce out of nervousness. The student had heard someone sit next to him, and by Seven, did Ace feel something when the student clearly brightened up seeing his face.

"Oh, hey! It's you, the guy who bumped into me and then ran away!" He chuckled lightly and turned his head to face Ace, who was feeling extremely jittery and suddenly a bit aware. "Ah, yeah, uhm, I'm sorry about that...I just wanted to apologize for that. I'm Ace Trappola, freshman." The student nodded, "Apologize accepted. [Name]'s the name, also freshmen." Ace felt his heart skip a beat, he finally knew his name. They both stayed silent for a while, too awkward to say anything, maybe.

After a moment or two, one of them finally spoke up, neither of them knew who said it at the time, but one of the two knuckleheads blurted out,

"I think you're pretty cute...!"

Cue matching red faces and a pair of freshmen with no clue what to do now.

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a/n: i am so sorry if this is not what you wanted, i usually work better when i have thorough details, since i always want to give the reader exactly what they want so...but thank you for requesting!! this is my first time writing for someone who isnt a friend.

[mercurygray]

Mission Reports

Interrogation Hut, June 25th, 1943.

The first time was always the hardest.

Just once, Marion would have liked to have the CO, or the Air Exec, or someone with a modicum of authority sit down with the new fellows before they went out on their first mission and actually tell them what would happen when they got back - that they’d get out of their plane, and pack silently into the back of a deuce and a half, and file into the Interrogation hut, and then, once they’d all sat down, someone would start asking questions and they’d start talking.

But no one ever did.

And so Marion and her girls were faced with a room full of anxious, terrified men who’d just had their first taste of combat, men who’d just seen their friends shot and their planes wrecked and who had rushed along to they knew not where and shouted at to keep quiet and then asked, in unsparing terms, to tell the good lieutenant just what had happened when they were still trying to figure it out themselves.

(The fact that the people taking notes were a team of women was a different problem, but that too would pass, with time.)

John Egan was hanging around the room like a kicked puppy, superintending the proceedings with enough of his own anxiety to start a house on fire. Marion almost wanted to ask him to leave, but that would have been too much, and too soon - these were his men, and his mission, and whatever Hughlin might have thought about his leadership, this was what leaders did. They saw things through.

Still, when the last of the men had finally given his reports, and the whole group had trooped off to barracks so that each man could shower and shave and peel himself out of his flight suit, Egan remained, pent up and pacing.

She liked the young Air Exec, if the truth were told. A little enthusiastic some days, and his singing voice certainly left a lot to be desired, but he was truthful, John Egan was - no artifice, no hidden meaning. Either he said what he meant to, or he didn’t speak at all, and it was a rare day indeed when Bucky Egan didn’t have a single thing to say. And he cared deeply about people - she’d seen him steal oranges out of the mess hall for the village children, and empty his pockets at the sweet shop so that he’d have candy to pass around. He’d even brought her flowers, once - swiped from the roadside, and presented, with very little fanfare, before a staff meeting, a little boy handing his teacher his ill-gotten gains. Hughlin had scowled at him for it, but Marion didn’t much mind, and she’d thanked Egan for them and asked the kitchen for a jam jar to display them in. He deserved some credit, even when Hughlin didn’t think much of his command potential. Everyone deserved a little beauty, even in the middle of a war - and a little patience, too.

Marion collected a spare pencil from underneath one of the chairs and took a chance on a question she already knew the answer to. “I take it you're not a man who likes being left on the bench, Major.”

Egan practically snarled. “You ever met a guy who was? I'm not doing anything down here! I ought to be up there with them, where the real work is!”

Oh, there it was. Marion took a breath and looked him square in the eye to deliver her punch – “Are you saying that what I do here isn't real work, Major?”

That pulled him up short enough - just like she’d known it would. Maybe he didn’t respect Hughlin, but he’d never had an argument with her in the two months they’d known each other, even if he was technically her superior. (The edge added by five extra years of age helped a lot.) “No, I - just…”

“There are many reasons why I'm not up in a plane right now, and the fact that I'm not a pilot, or a man, is only one of them,” Marion said, her voice as non judgemental as she could manage. “Even if I were, the best place for me is here, where I am, doing what I am doing. Because what we do here, on the ground, is valuable and necessary. It means telegrams get sent to worrying parents. It means the Red Cross knows to look for names. It means men get the medical care they need. It means the next time we send the wing up, we know where the flak is, we know that the guns work, we know that we have done everything we can to bring them home.” She continued to hold his eye, though he looked very much like he wanted to look away. “And when you say things like that, Major Egan, like real work, it denigrates all the very real work it takes to get those planes up in the air every morning.”

He looked away, down at his shoes, and sank down into a chair, trying to make his tall frame a less easy target. Insult me all you like, John. I can take it. But not the cooks, or the mechanics, or the clerks in the mail room. Because every single of them thinks they’re not doing real work, either, and they’re all wrong.

She took another breath, tried to smile. “None of this is glamorous. None of this will get you a medal. But it will bring your friends home, and that is noble and right, and good. That is what a good leader does. That is part of caring, too.” And you care so much, John Egan, that that big heart of yours is going to burst with it some day. Don’t let anyone take that truth from you. You care, and that’s a hell of a lot more than some officers I’ve seen.

“Just feels wrong, is all,” He admitted, finally, drawing his shoulders up to his ears like he was suddenly cold. “Them getting shot at while I'm down here. Was easier when it was just me getting into it, but now that it’s them…” He left the sentence to hang in the air.

Marion nodded. “I feel that every single day. I can tell you that it does not get easier. But doing the work helps.”

“Doing the work?” He sounded lost.

“You have crew in the hospital. Go visit them and see they're not forgotten. You have supply requisitions to sign. Go make sure your mechanics have the parts they need. You have a bed. You need to sleep in it.”

He snorted. “Sleep in it?”

“So you can do the work tomorrow, too,” Marion said, unflinchingly. “And the next day, and the day after that. And it will not get easier, and you will not like it more. But the work will be done, and you will have done what you can do here to help them up there.”

He rose from the chair he’d been slouching into, taking all of this in with the same quiet consideration he gave many things when people weren’t looking. “Why doesn't anyone tell you?”

Why doesn’t anyone tell you what it’s like to watch your friends go out to die? “Because they can't,” Marion admitted. “Not until you've seen it.” Then you understand it too well.

He nodded again. “Thanks, Captain Brennan.”

“Any time, Major.” She paused and added something. “You know, you're welcome in here too, you know. I'm sure the Air Executive needs an after-action report of his own, some days.”

“Sure.” He glanced at the door for a moment and turned back with a sudden thought. “Who listens to you, Captain? When you’ve gotta get something off your chest?”

Marion tried hard not to beam at him. See what I said about caring? “Don’t you worry about me,” she said with a reassuring smile. “I believe your friend Cleven went with the Doctor to the hospital wing. I think you can catch him there.” I’m sure he’s got something he’d like to say to a friend, rather than a fellow officer. That's part of your work, too.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Helloo! I came from your other account, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to make a Deuce Gorgan X male reader fanfiction that takes place after the events of the 2nd live action movie :)

(P.S) I'd also love if the reader has social anxiety and is awkward around other monsters since we don't really have any of that in the live-action movies <33

A/N: so I never watched the second movie or the first, but thankfully Wikipedia gives a full summary of the movies 😍, so I got some what of an idea here. I tried to be more general, so my lack of knowledges sake this is set WAYY after the second movie.

Warnings: use of he/him pronouns for the reader, mutual pinning, unspoken relationship, symptoms of social anxiety, pure fluff!

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!

It's a long day, a tiring one at that. After all the recent drama subsided, the school has been having multiple new students come in, and this made Y/n uneasy. Not in a bad way, but he definitely didn't like all the new people coming up to him.

"Hey." Deuce says, sitting next to Y/n on a tombstone. The quietest place around here is the graveyard. For obvious reasons.

"Hey." Y/n says, shutting his book and turning his body to face Deuce clearly now. "Finished talking to Komos?" He asks, and Deuce nods, pulling his notebook out his bag to hand it to Y/n.

" Yeah, we went down some rabbit hole about the new students coming in since a new one was stopping by ever five minutes." Deuce joked as Y/n opened his notebook. Inside were the notes from today's lecture, one he missed because of the large class.

"Oh you got the notes, thanks." Y/n says as he opens his notebook, flipping to a fresh page to copy the notes from Deuce's notebook.

"No problem man. Why didn't you come to the lecture though?" Deuce asks, before adding quickly. "Not like I have a problem sharing the notes but, y'know it was just-"

"Deuce I get it, you're fine." Y/n says laughing as he flips the pages over on the notebooks to copy the rest.

"Oh sorry, I just didn't wanna be rude." He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Trust me you're fine." Y/n says, copying the notes.

"So.. why weren't you there?" Deuce asks again, hoping he isn't being too pushy on the subject.

"Oh, I went to the library instead." Y/n replies shortly, brows furrowing when Deuce let's out a laugh. "What?"

"Why the library? I mean you could've gone anywhere." Deuce says, leaning forward the rest his elbow on his knee.

"It's quiet there, and way less people." Y/n says, folding his notebook in half to get a better grip while writing. His hand is cramping from the grip on the pencil, and it's not because of all the writing.

"Oh, so the class is the problem." Deuce says. Y/n stops, shaking his head and sitting up straighter.

"Not the people, just the.. amount of people. It feels like I can't breathe in there. It's just so crowded." Y/n says. Deuce let's out a 'hm', thinking to himself quietly.

"So you don't like large crowds? Or a lot of people?" Deuce asks, and Y/n nods. "So what's it like in the halls?" Deuce asks jokingly. Y/n just chuckles shaking his head.

"Honestly the worst. I don't like people so close. Or when they talk to me. I just don't know what to say. Or I miss social cue's and then it's just awkward." Y/n says with a sigh, leaning back down to finish writing the notes.

"Is that why you don't go to any of Clawd's parties?" Deuce asked, and Y/n nodded.

"Yup. Too many people, definitely not for me." Y/n says, before pausing. "Though it does kinda suck, not being with people." Y/n says a bit quieter this time. Deuce looks at him, watching his demeanor shift.

"We could hang out if you want." Deuce says. At that Y/n perks up, a bit happier.

"Really?" He asks and Deuce nods.

"I mean why not. Parties are repetative anyway. There's another one this weekend, we could just hang out then if you want." Deuce said, watching Y/n's smile widen. Y/n nods, writing the rest of the notes quickly on his notebook. He finishes writing, handing the notebook back to Deuce who just puts it in his bag. Y/n shuffles in his spot, leaning his head on Deuce's shoulder.

"You think whoever's in these graves are mad at us for sitting on them like this?" Y/n asks.

"Oh definitely."

[recreationalfanfics]

This was stuck in my notes (And I wanted to clear them out, so please forgive me that there’s a LOT of information)

I feel like Daley!Reader has fairly decent grades in every class, except History, then they’re the top History Student on the Whole Campus (With everyone wondering how, then they say, ‘History really comes to life to me’ and then everyone remembers that they can bring historical figures ‘to life’, and the Teachers don’t think it’s cheating because all Reader is doing is getting their information by literally talking to said figures in history and read books about them to know what them personally)

Or just out of spite (Cause sometimes your tired of being the ‘Bigger Person’ and you just wanna go ‘Screw It!’), if Daley!Reader gets annoyed with certain House Wardens or Students for their bragging about their skills, they literally bring one of the Statues of the Great Seven to life to get some help on giving a ‘Certain Someone’ a ‘Taste of their own medicine’ (Earning the Respect of Each Great Seven Statue on what Reader does to one-up, Minus Malleus, as Reader actually want Maleficent’s help to impress their Mysterious Friend, and she helps, but mistakes Reader’s friendship ‘Tips’ with some Custom Fae Rituals to wing Malleus over, it works, but they freak out because Malleus ‘Accepts Them’ as his future spouse) Like Azul cons them eh? Gets help from the Ursula to con him back, or Vil going on about Poison and Beauty, gets help from the Fair Queen to make her signature Poison Apple (Shocking Vil, Rook and Epel, but Rook is the only one ugly crying about the beauty of it) and don’t get me started on Hades, as Daley!Reader doesn’t have any issues with Idia (yet), but wants to be his friend, so asks Hades what to do (He’s shocked by Idia’s Social Anxiety, but makes a few jokes about it, and recommends Reader to give Idia some Pomegranate Flavored things, cue Reader buying him Pomegranate Flavored Energy Drinks, Candies, Snacks and just straight up gives him the fruit for actual Sustenance)

- Another Add on to the Magical Tablet thing, because they’re in a world full of Magic, the Tablet doesn’t just bring statues to life at night, but also in the daytime, however it has a radius of the Entire NRC Building, so as long as these figures don’t step outside of NRC Building Grounds in the Daytime, they won’t turn to dust (They are however able to step outside when it’s nighttime, they just just have to come back before daybreak, like the classic Museum Rules) as one of the figures stepped out and they just turned into a pile of ash right in front of their eyes, which honestly traumatized everyone who witnessed this as they didn’t think Daley!Reader was serious when they said they’ll turn to a pile of ash)

You can ignore this if you want (These were in my notes for MONTHS and I forgot about them) I just wanted to send them to you because these were thoughts

THESE ARE ALL SUCH GOOD IDEAS OMG!?

- Yes, the Daley! Reader definetly gets super high grades in history because it interests them more but imagine them not only talking to the Great Seven statues but also, they explore the school archives and such and are constantly asking questions and whatever and Ace and Deuce think they're a dork but in a sweet silly little way.

- and the magical tablet concept is cool! I like the idea that because its surrounded by magic that it works 24/7 but I just prefer it to be with the theme of like, happening at night because 9f the movie.

- THEM BRINGING HISTORICAL FIGURES TO LIFE TO MESS WITH THE NRC KIDS IS SO FUNNY. THAT'S LIKE BRINGING BACK ARISTOTLE BECAUSE SOME KID WAS BRAGGING ABOUT GETTING A HIGHER SCORE THAN YOU ON A TEST OR SOMETHING GJWJFJEJFJ-

[winterweary]

"wound" and "skin" for your TWST babies for the ask prompts?

THANK YOU BBY!!! Angst...I so love angst...

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

Ara: LIke a damn champ. Queen of dissociation here folks. She can take almost any hit and turn around and smack you back. It was literally beaten into her. Emotional wounds on the other hand are incredibly new to her and she is almost paralyzed by them. Longing? Desire? Jealousy???? Who's that?? Why can't she breathe around you? Is she having a reaction to something??? Did someone poison her? Oh you mean it's just because she saw someone linger their touch on you for a little too long? Well that's incredibly troublesome. She doesn't really keep track of 'worst' wounds but she most dislikes being stabbed in the thigh because healing takes so long and her movement is so affected. Luckily it doesn't happen very often. :)

Yuuri: She's in the middle average as far as pain tolerance goes. She'd say she has a high pain tolerance if you're not a FREAK like most of the people she goes to school with (affectionate). With how often she's ended up in the middle of overblot situations, she's toughened up quite a bit as far as garden variety cuts and bruises go. As far as worst injury it was probably getting fucking beaned in the head by the spelldrive disk LOL She's grateful the nurses know magical healing.

Rat: Decently. Like Ara, he was trained to dissociate and ignore pain. Unlike Ara, he doesn't have as steadfast of a constitution, so there's definitely a point that he breaks. He also can get a little lightheaded when in the face of too much gore. A little blood is no problem but full on gushing makes him woozy. He is also incredibly new to the 'allowed to have emotions' thing but he has a tendency to turn any emotion into Anxiety so it's not too different from his usual state of existence. His worst injury was having six of his fingers broken.

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

Ara: Man this is such a great question and but I really struggled with it. None of the kiddos are quite sure. In some ways, Ara is very comfortable in her skin. She knows her physical limits and her capabilities. For a long time, she had no real opinion of what lived inside of her because she truly thought that the answer was 'nothing'. She was taught to have no opinions or wants, so there was nothing for her to consider. Later, once she starts making friends and building a life for herself, the fears do grow. She fears she is too far gone to stand beside the people she loves as equals. She wonders if they knew what she is capable of and what she has done if they would be disgusted with her. She wonders if they would hate her for the lengths she would go to protect them. On a more surface level degree, she has just begun having feelings of wanting to be...prettier. Or just 'pretty'. She depends on Yuuri, Ortho and Vil a lot to help her because she has really no idea what she's doing.

As with most things, she faces these insecurities and fears with a very pragmatic outlook. Even when she indulges in more human emotions, she also knows that she would lock it all back away if she needed to.

Yuuri: Yuuri's greatest struggle is with her fear of uselessness. She doesn't want to be nothing but a burden to her friends, and not having magic concerns her more than she tries to let on. She would absolutely find herself withdrawing out of fear of burdening her friends if she didn't have Grim, Ace and Deuce there to knock some sense into her.

Rat: Rat knows he's a weakling. He was bottom of the heap in the Hive and he's not much better at NRC. In his opinion, the smallest weakest version of him is just...the usual version. This does cause him a lot of angst, but like Ara he was raised in a culture of action. Since leaving the Hive he only hopes to be of some use to her, even if he can't be as strong or powerful as others. He ends up discovering he has an eye for tech, which starts to make him feel like he might have something to offer.

[riddlerosehearts]

🐍(signing with a snake for convenience) thank you for the good luck wishes, i finished the exam and it went alright! i saw your earlier post, how are you feeling right now? i myself have a cat too and can only imagine how devastated i would feel if the same thing happened to me, i'm really sorry you're going through this and hope you're still taking care of yourself. if it helps as a distraction, how would you imagine nico (& leo if you wish!) as new students at NRC?

signing with the 🐍 emoji reminds me of jamil, which imo is good because i love jamil haha. so hopefully you like him too. glad your exam went well! i'm feeling a little better now than i was earlier, but still not great, honestly. my family took that cat in as a stray who we have evidence to believe had been abandoned, and we'd given her a matching name with our other cat--our first cat is named daisy, and the one who died was named lily. we knew she'd have to be put down sooner or later but everybody felt so sure that it wouldn't be this soon. i sincerely hope your cat lives a long, healthy life.

as for your question: hmm, well, i'm terrible at explaining my thoughts sometimes. let's see if i can come up with something that makes sense LOL. i'm going to imagine an AU where rather than being isekai'd like yuu, nico is just a character from the twst universe.

so the way i see nico in the current riordanverse canon is that he's made a lot of progress toward healing from his trauma and trying to be happier and more outgoing, like he was when we were first introduced to him in titan's curse. he cares about others and wants to be able to have friends. but he still has a lot of anxiety about putting himself out there, and he still barely understands modern technology (which, i'm unsure how that'd be explained in this scenario, but it's a magic world, anything could've happened. maybe he's a fae or half-fae, or maybe he was stuck in some sort of magical stasis for decades like in PJO.) and has this lingering fear that he doesn't fit in with most people. i also see him as a natural extrovert who mostly became withdrawn as a trauma response.

so i guess if we took nico with his canon personality/development and made him a character in the twst universe, then he'd be incredibly nervous about going to NRC and not knowing how people there will react to him, but he'd also be willing to try his best. and if he got placed into ignihyde, then he'd soon end up feeling frustrated because, okay, sure, he can see why the dark mirror looked at his soul and thought he should be put into this gloomy, lifeless dorm full of quiet serious people who keep to themselves. not too long ago he might've thought that was perfect! but now because most ignihyde students keep to themselves or to their own groups while also hardly leaving their rooms, it makes for a very lonely atmosphere when nico no longer wants to be alone all the time. and when he does try to speak to his dormmates he doesn't really get most of what they try to talk about because they're engineers and tech nerds and he... very much isn't. he also doesn't understand how to operate most of the technology the dorm is filled with and runs on.

i can imagine him wanting to transfer dorms but being terrified of not fitting in any better anywhere else, until he ends up talking with yuu during alchemy class and finding out that they live in a dorm that's haunted by ghosts and otherwise only has a population of two. nico and yuu could relate to each other in a sense because even though yuu has ace and deuce as friends, they still feel lost and out of place in this world. and they think it's pretty cool that nico can control and summon ghosts. they sort of joke that it'd be a lot easier to keep the ghosts in line if they had his magic, and he's like. well what if i moved into your dorm and helped you out. which crowley decides to allow and nico is a lot happier there because even though ramshackle is way smaller than ignihyde, it's also less lonely. he can talk to the ghosts and to yuu and grim. and as he gets more used to being there and a little less afraid of opening up, he could make friends with some of his other classmates. maybe even with some of his old dormmates. if all the canon NRC students are also around in this, then i'm sure he and the shroud brothers could find something to talk about given nico's interest in mythomagic.

nico's development in the later books is also heavily influenced by will, so if we had will in this AU then that might change things a bit. i'm very indecisive just in general and also i don't get will nearly as well as a friend of mine does, so it's possible that he could get accepted into RSA which would separate him from nico, or that he could get into NRC but definitely in a different dorm because he doesn't fit ignihyde at all (will have to ask my friend her opinion on this, actually). in the latter case i think nico would especially look forward to the classes they share, but would vent to will about still not fitting in and would wish that he could transfer dorms to be with him. but crowley would discourage him from trying to transfer because of how difficult the process is and will would encourage him to put himself out there more and try harder to make friends, which could lead to his conversation with yuu and his transfer to ramshackle (it being a different case since it's not, like, an official dorm anymore and nico's magic is well-suited to crowley's own needs). leo or other characters being there at the same time might change things slightly too.

but yeah, either way, i think he'd love chilling with the ghosts in ramshackle and with his canon development where he's starting to become more open and less brooding, he could end up really enjoying being at NRC even if he still struggles sometimes! if we were talking about a version of nico who was still 100% convinced that he could never fit in with anyone and that he needed to be alone all the time, i guess he'd probably just stay in ignihyde and cause yuu a lot of confusion by summoning ghosts from ramshackle into his room to give himself someone to talk to. if he was from the PJO universe and got isekai'd into the twst world then i don't think nico would adjust well to that at all. i have a feeling that as he is right now in canon, he'd consider going to school in some other world a complete waste of time in the first place and would tear twisted wonderland apart trying to find a way home if that happened.

i am going to stop here though because i rambled about this way more than i did before though LOL. i hope this is the kind of answer you were looking for and that it doesn't all seem like. completely OOC and that what i'm trying to say makes sense. i love sharing my opinions but i'm also not very confident in them sometimes. i could try to come up with something for leo if you wanted, but i'd also love to know if you have any thoughts on how he'd be as an NRC student!

[twistyprefect]

Hello, it's my first time making a request so I hope it'll be okay ? MC going down on the first years in full prefect mode (either scolding them or praising them) and they accidentally answers with "yes / Thanks Mom" or something like this. If you want to make it GN, I don't mind. (Everybody seems to have its nickname so can I be French anon ?) Thank you and take care (congrats on 1k !)

{hullo french anon!! you can absolutely have that nickname!! and ty so muchj wrghlieabgrb- i made this gender neutral using stuff liek Mapa and Dama, but Deuce still calls them 'Mom' because they remind him of his mom specifically! hope that's ok 💞}

Ace Trapolla

Ace had been planning on pranking Deuce and Cater again when MC had caught him

being a prefect, they had pulled him aside and actually scolded him for trying to pull one over on them

he pouted slightly and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing; "Yeah yeah, sorry Dama-" he said without thinking

he froze and flushed bright red as he was MC grinning at him; "No, please forget I said that- STOP LAUGHING!"

Deuce Spade

Deuce had finally managed to get an A on his alchemy exam and was proudly showing it to MC

they grinned and pat his head gently, lavishing praise onto him as he preened under the attention

he smiled brightly and felt his previous anxieties melt away; "Thanks, Mom!" he said

he paused as he realized what he had said and covered his blushing face as MC laughed

Jack Howl

Jack had managed to pull himself into the top 50 of the first year class

he'd spent a lot of time studying, so he was grateful when MC praised him openly

they pat his head gently as they praised him, his tail wagging back and forth rapidly

"Thanks Mapa-wait, NO-" he cried, covering his flustered face as Mc giggled and continued petting him

Epel Felmier

Epel was pouting as MC continued to scold him after he'd attempted to climb a tree

he'd wanted to show off in PE, especially after he'd seen Jack do the same thing

"Yes Baba..." he said, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest nervously

realizing what he'd said, he flushed and stuttered out an apology, groaning when MC was stuck laughing at his mess up

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek sighed dramatically as MC dragged him away from some other first years

"Sebek you know not to pick fights!" they said in exasperation, scolding him

he hadn't meant to pick a fight, he just didn't want people to bad talk Malleus

"Sorry Mada.." he mumbled, not realizing what he'd said until he realized MC was staring at him and giggling

[fungifanart]

A song of hatred sung by despair

Characters: male!Yuu, Crowley, Ace, Cater, Deuce, Trey, Riddle, Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Jade, Floyd, Azul, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Ortho, Malleus, Lilia, Sebek

Word count: 3.6k

CW: Body horror, cursing

Notes: Alright, so this is the full version of that fic I posted a little while ago and it is based off of a concept for my Yuu's overblot that I drew a few months ago. I've spent longer than I'd care to admit on this so I sincerely hope you enjoy. (Those of you who really know what the overblot is a reference to may be confused at my choices, but just know that I chose a fanmade translation for the convenience of the uninitiated) (Also there's a part 2 now)

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It’s been almost a full year since you arrived in this world. Almost a full year since you were separated from your family. Almost a full year since you were given no choice but to start playing errandboy for Crowley in exchange for a roof to sleep under.

It’s been almost a year and yet you still have no means of going home. You’ve been trying with everything you have to stay optimistic, but positive thoughts can only get one so far when it’s unclear whether or not Crowley’s actually been researching a way to send you back.

You’ve been seeking out every possible distraction from your darker thoughts, but with summer break approaching and most students preparing to leave for vacations, you’ll soon find yourself dangerously low on options.

Your anxiety festers as the summer months approach, not knowing if your time in twisted wonderland will extend over that period.

That is, until you receive a message from the headmage, telling you to meet him in his office alone.

You leave Grim with Ace and Deuce and begin walking to your destination as your mind begins to wonder about the reason for you being summoned.

If the headmage wants to speak with you alone then that could mean he’s found a way to send you home!

You don’t want to get your hopes up, but you can’t deny the possibility! And if it’s true then all of your waiting will have been worth it!

Right?

You close the door behind you and sit down across from the silent headmage, who seems to be deliberating on how to begin the conversation.

You were about to ask why he called you here when he suddenly begins to speak.

“Over the past year since your arrival, you have completed countless tasks for myself, this school and your fellow students.” He begins in a voice laced with uncertainty, “And in return, I have provided you with clothing, shelter and the opportunity to attend this academy during your time in this world.”

…Where is he going with this?

“Additionally, as promised, I’ve also spent countless hours researching possible methods by which to return you to your homeworld.” He continues, his voice beginning to waver ever so slightly.

Your breath hitches at that statement.

Is it time? Can you finally go home?!

“However…”

…what?

“After pursuing every possible lead,”

No…

“And conducting countless tests,”

No.

“I must regretfully inform you…”

No no no no no NO NO NO NO NO

“It is my conclusion that, as of this current moment, there is truly no possible way for you to return home.” The headmage concludes with sadness in his voice.

Your mind goes blank. Your heart stops. Your hands go numb. Your stomach drops.

You try to stand up, but your legs are too weak.

You open your mouth to speak, but your voice dies in your throat.

The carefully-constructed facade you put up begins to crumble as you look around and those words sap the colors from the world around you and replace them with a dull grey.

You continue to sit there, spiraling until the headmage’s voice pulls you from your thoughts or lack thereof.

“Worry not, however! You will still be able to attend this school as you have been, so you’ll just have to bear with it for a while longer!” He says in a forced cheerful tone.

However, those words have the opposite effect than likely intended as the moment they come out of Crowley’s mouth, you feel something snap in your brain that sends you bolting upright from your chair and walking out of his office while ignoring him asking where you’re going.

You unconsciously begin walking faster and faster until you break out into a run as you make your way through the halls, pushing past any and every student or faculty member that gets in your way.

Your way to where, exactly? You don’t really know.

You ignore the sounds of Sebek chastising you for running in the halls and the shouts of many others following in curiosity/concern.

They don’t want to help. This is just entertainment for them. They don’t care. They never did.

You’ve been utterly alone since the beginning of this shitshow.

You ignore the pure black droplets flowing out of your eyes and onto the ground as you run.

You ignore the cloud of thick, black miasma swirling around you and clouding your vision.

You ignore everything.

You don’t care anymore.

You just want the loneliness to stop.

You just want the pain of forgetting your loved ones to stop.

You just want it to go away.

You just want it all to go away.

If you had your way, it would all just…

D I S A P P E A R

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Crowley immediately gives chase after the Prefect leaves his office. He should’ve known that telling him the truth was a mistake. At first, he only saw him as an inconvenience to be dealt with in a way that wouldn’t damage his school’s reputation, but as the weeks turned into months and he got to know him, Crowley started to see the Prefect as a son he’d never had, which is why he felt the need to be honest with him.

Regardless, he continues to chase after the unstable Prefect, surprised by how quickly he can run despite his mental state, while calling out his name and telling him to stop. An action which draws the attention of several other students whom the Prefect is known to be affiliated with.

The chase continues as the crowd grows larger until it seemingly contains all of the housewardens and several others associated with them.

Crowley begins to lose sight of the prefect as the large group struggles through the tight hallways before noticing something both confusing and alarming: A trail of pure black droplets being left in the prefect’s wake.

No. That isn’t possible.

Only those who can use magic are capable of overblotting.

He keeps listing all the reasons why this shouldn’t be possible to himself, but the evidence before him is undeniable.

The chase finally ends as they find the Prefect collapsed on his knees on the steps leading to Ramshackle dorm as a thick miasma swirls around him. Several of the Prefect’s friends call out his name and begin running towards him, but stop when Crowley holds out his arms in front of them, “Wait. Something is very, very wrong. If you get too close, your life may be at risk.” He says with caution.

“What? Why?” Ace asks, “We can’t just not help him! He’s clearly about to—“

“Burst.” Leona interrupts in a dead serious tone of voice.

“Exa— Wait what?” Ace responds in confusion, “What do you mean—“

“HIS BODY IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE!!!” Those words from Leona immediately cause everyone’s attention to return to the Prefect as the miasma absorbs into his body, causing it to swell and develop glowing cracks.

They can then only watch in horror as the Prefect’s body shatters into pieces and an inky black mass erupts out of what remains to the sound of…bells?

The bell sounds become more plentiful and are joined by a metallophone as the mass of ink takes shape into an immense purple flower and a figure that strongly resembles the Prefect rises from the center.

Well, this is…different from the others.

“Surround him! Quickly!” Crowley orders, “Whatever he’s about to do is going to be very bad so we need to contain the damage as much as possible!”

The bells begin to ring in rhythm and music begins to play as everyone finishes surrounding the Prefect with their magic pens in hand, keeping up their guard for whatever might be thrown at them.

However, the Prefect says nothing and instead begins to sing in a beautiful, but haunting voice.

Flower, blackest plight, sings of tarnished white

Within darkness, blooming, undue new life

Forlorn songs of angels, cry at the end of time

As the Prefect sings, rings of pure magic expand from his mouth on beat with the music and with clear malicious intent, which Crowley manages to block, but he can’t help but notice the way the Prefect is moving: Slow and methodical, making guarded gestures in all directions before covering his eyes like he’s crying.

‘He must’ve felt like he was under attack from all sides…’ This thought causes Crowley’s mind to recall all the times he pushed his lesser tasks onto him. He'd thought it was a just payment for everything being provided, but clearly that's not how the Prefect sees it.

The lyrics stop, but the song continues and the tempo begins to accelerate as a second figure rises from one of the flower’s five petals, a figure whose head bears a striking resemblance to—

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Riddle has seen many things beyond comprehension since his enrollment at NRC, but…whatever this is is on a completely different level.

He tries to attack while the Prefect isn’t singing, but his magic seemingly has no effect, leaving him to only watch as a second figure emerges from one of the five petals, one whose head is exactly the same as the entity that appeared during his own overblot.

“Why does it look like…?” Riddle says to himself.

“Ugh, if only he wasn’t trying to kill us, this would be such a #Aesthetic shot right now.” Cater comments thoughtlessly.

“Is now REALLY the time to think about that?!” Trey responds urgently.

It sounds as if they might get into an argument before Deuce’s voice gets their attention, “Uh, guys? I think he’s about to start singing again!”

Branching time, endless sorrow, beyond fate, in this silence

The rings come from the second entity this time as it moves it’s arms in large, exaggerated motions towards the Prefect, seeming almost like praise, but feeling like a mockery. If the second entity is meant to represent Heartslabyul, then…

“Does he think we were making fun of him?” Riddle wonders out loud, thinking back to the jokes Ace and Deuce would make at the Prefect’s expense, all the photos of him that Cater posted on Magicam without his permission, all the times he used his signature spell on him for breaking a rule despite knowing full well it wouldn’t do anything…

“Oh come on!” Ace retorts, “I know I can come off as kinda mean, but I never meant to hurt his feelings!”

“Unfortunately, whether or not you meant to doesn’t matter as clearly his feelings got hurt regardless.” Trey says, visibly troubled, “Of course, I’m not innocent here, either. There were times when I made fun of him for simple mistakes…”

Being forced to confront the ways they’ve wronged the Prefect causes Heartslabyul’s morale to waver as the music speeds up again and another entity emerges from the next petal.

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Leona watches in silence as the tempo speeds up more and the next entity emerges, revealing its head to be the same as the one from his overblot.

“Wow, who’d have thought that the Prefect could sing like this?” Ruggie comments.

“Focus! He could start singing again at any-“ Jack begins.

However, his words are cut short when Leona listens to the music and realizes, “Look alive you two! The next verse is starting!”

Claws of white, newborn light, strong and right, rise now

Leona blocks the rings of magic as he watches how the second entity moves: Aggressive punching and shoving motions towards the Prefect. Leona isn’t stupid. He knows what this means.

“Jeez, and here I thought he was the type to take things in stride.” Ruggie comments offhandedly.

Jack scoffs in response, “Implying that being pickpocketed AT LEAST once a week is something that can be taken in stride.”

“Oh, don’t act like you haven’t gotten physical with him before!” Ruggie argues as the two start bickering.

‘Or kept him from class just to take a nap…’ Leona thinks to himself as his mind conjures countless examples of his own wrongdoing. He thought that he was helping the Prefect be more relaxed, but maybe that only made things worse…

‘No.’ Leona thinks, ‘He would’ve told me if that wasn’t what he wanted…………right?’ His confidence begins to crack, allowing doubt to creep into his mind.

The song continues, despite Savannaclaw falling unorganized, and the next entity rises from the third petal.

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Azul is trying to focus on the rhythm, he really is, but the familiar sight of the next entity’s head combined with Jade and Floyd’s incessant babbling despite the circumstances makes it all the more difficult to concentrate.

“Heeeyyy, Shrimpy! You didn’t tell me you could turn into a flower! What kinda flower are you???” Floyd calls out in his usual carefree tone.

“I see you haven’t been paying attention in Herbology.” Jade responds, “Based on the shape and color of the petals, that appears to be a nightshade.”

“Indeed,” Vil remarks from beside Azul, “Its fruit is known for its highly poisonous properties. Though, I don’t know how much of that applies here.”

“Which is all the more reason you two need to FOCUS!” Azul calls out to Jade and Floyd as the next verse starts.

I have known wayward winds, ever lost, fade into daybreak

Azul barely manages to block the next set of rings in time, ‘Ugh. I wish I could’ve kept that one customer’s sense of rhythm.’ He thinks to himself while he studies the third entity’s movements: Numerous grabbing motions before holding out its hand expectantly.

“Well, that hardly seems fair! We only took as much as was laid out in the terms of the contracts that HE signed!” Azul says indignantly.

“Didn’t we kinda get him to sign A LOT of contracts, though?” Floyd thinks out loud.

Their thoughts are cut-off by Grim butting in, “Well, THAT’S an understatement! I’ll bet you guys have a whole ‘nother safe just to keep all those contracts he signed to make ends meet in! It’s no wonder he hates you!” He concludes angrily.

‘I suppose we could’ve stood to be more forgiving in our terms…’ Azul muses while reconsidering his business decisions.

Little does he realize that, during his musings, the tempo of the song is speeding up again and the fourth entity is emerging.

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Kalim, admittedly, has…no idea what’s going on. One minute, he was spacing out during class, the next he was chasing after the Prefect with the others and now the Prefect is a flower???

His brain struggles to keep up with everything that’s happening, but is pulled back to reality when he realizes that the fourth entity has emerged and the next verse is starting.

A wandering soul howls to the sky, forever through ages

The sight of Jamil’s entity attacking him and the others again draws up bad memories as he blocks the rings and notices how this entity is moving: Slow, circular and symmetrical arm movements that seem almost hypnotic in nature. This can only be referring to…

“I guess he still hasn’t forgotten the incident over winter break…” Jamil comments as if he was reading Kalim’s mind.

“To be fair, if someone hypnotized me, kept me imprisoned for several days and then tried to kill me, I’d probably find it more than a little hard to get past.” Idia responds from across the way.

“A LITTLE?!” Grim cries out, “Did he tell you how much he was panicking while we were stuck in there?!”

‘This stuff’s been eating away at the Prefect this whole time and yet I’ve done nothing to help. Some friend I am…’ Kalim chastises himself as the tempo speeds up for a fifth time and the, presumably, last entity emerges from the fifth petal.

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Malleus can’t help the twinge of guilt he feels at the sight of one of his very few friends suffering like this with him being none the wiser. Every conversation they’d had since they met plays in his mind as he searches for any indication that this would happen and every way he could’ve prevented it.

He realizes that he can’t forget about the song, though, as the final entity emerges from the fifth petal. However, one thing he notices is that this one doesn’t resemble any other overblot entities the Prefect had encountered, instead having a simple spherical bottle as its head.

‘Could this be the real entity?’ Malleus wonders as the next verse starts with the tempo faster than ever.

Oh, may sleep come take you

Death leaves you cold.

Life laid to waste, wretches gave haste, damned are they now.

Malleus blocks the rings with ease as he closely studies the final entity’s movements: Frantic flailing and open-armed gestures towards the Prefect that felt almost like some sort of praise?

“He was trying desperately to cheer himself up, but ultimately failed…” Lilia interprets while helping Silver hold back a screaming Sebek.

“HUMAN!!! HOW DARE YOU ATTACK MALLEUS-SAMA!!!” Sebek yells amongst other things at the Prefect despite his inability to respond.

Malleus's attention quickly returns to the Prefect as the tempo of the song slows down unexpectedly and the Prefect and the entities all begin moving in sync.

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Crowley watches with great concern as the song appears to be reaching the final verse and yet they still have done no visible damage to the Prefect's overblot.

'At this rate, he'll be...' Crowley thinks anxiously.

"Guys, I think he’s starting to really lose it!" Deuce calls out urgently as the Prefect and the entities' movements become more erratic and unhinged by violently shaking and grabbing at their heads and flailing their arms in all directions.

"But what can we do?! Our attacks aren't working!!" Kalim questions frantically.

"My analyses have yet to reveal any weak points!" Ortho comments.

"Pull yourselves together!" Crowley orders his students, "Our only hope is to hold fast until the song is finished and then attack all at once! Be strong! For the Prefect!!!"

Crowley finishes his announcement and readies to guard for the last time as the final verse begins.

Desecrated minds, figments of grief and lies

Flowered monsters, hear these faint cries

Flower, blackest plight, sings of tarnished white

Bitter are those prayers now drenched in blood

Flower, blackest plight, songs of crimson sight

Flames redemptive seize it, till then it claims this eye

Flower, blackest plight, is the song of might that will sound a day in which all shall

disappear...

The music fades away as the Prefect and the entities come to a complete stop and the Prefect stops singing for the final time.

Blocking the last of the rings, Crowley waits for the music to completely stop before calling out, "NOW! ATTACK!!"

At those words, he and all of the students unleash a barrage of magic attacks, completely overwhelming the Prefect with a wave of sheer arcane might that finally causes his overblot form to crumble before releasing a large burst of light that engulfs the senses of everyone present.

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A series of images begins to play across everyone's minds: Memories of the Prefect’s homeworld.

They see him helping his mother make dinner. Helping his father clean out the garage. Playing video games with his siblings. Going out shopping with his old friends.

All of these memories play over and over as more and more details become fuzzy.

"Is that how she always made it?"

"Didn’t we move the step-ladder into the other corner?"

"Did we ever end up beating that game?"

"I don't remember buying that..."

The doubts and inconsistencies get larger and more plentiful until the memories are nothing more than a jumbled mess of half-forgotten faces and voices.

The sound of the Prefect crying fades into hearing as he tries desperately to cling to what memories he has left.

"At this rate, I won't be able to remember anything about them!" The Prefect says to himself between sobs, "I-I don't want to forget them! What should I do?!"

The jumbled memories then disappear and are replaced by ones he's made since being brought to Twisted Wonderland.

They see him going to class with Grim, Ace and Deuce. Cooking with Jamil and baking with Trey. Napping during class with Leona and going on nightwalks with Malleus. Numerous more happy memories play in their minds.

However, the happy memories are soon replaced with unpleasant ones. Being condescended to by Sebek for being magicless. Being scolded by Professor Trein for missing class. Getting yelled at by Professor Crewel for missing a potion ingredient. Feeling insulted when being collared by Riddle for the smallest things. Having to work long shifts at the Mostro Lounge just to keep him and Grim fed.

The bad memories continue unceasingly as the Prefect’s sobs get louder.

"W-what should I do...?" He asks again.

"Get over it." A memory of a familiar face says to him.

"Just forget it." Another memory says.

"Stop running away!"

"The truth is right in front of you."

"Oh, man up!"

"GROW. UP."

"Denial is hardly flattering."

"You're just making excuses!"

"How weak."

"I didn't know you were this selfish."

"I'm very disappointed in you."

"When will you learn?"

"It’s pointless."

The memories swirl around the Prefect, spouting insults and telling him to give up before parting to allow one last memory that says "There is truly no possible way for you to return home." In a condescending tone.

All sound stops in that moment, except for the Prefect’s gasp in sheer horror at that last statement.

The Prefect’s breathing grows heavy and uneven before he lets out a guttural cry,

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

The light fades as Crowley and the others find themselves back in front of Ramshackle with the Prefect lying unconscious on the ground.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

for the twst monster au:

ok so i have like major nausea attacks due to stress thanks to chronic untreated anxiety, where i feel super sick and cant sit upright without wanting to throw up, and although they're rare now, they still cause problems and i generally have a lessened appetite thanks to it. so what if yuu also had that

so like yuu, terribly nauseous and lacking fucks to give, having to explain to these guys (who are panicking) that the fight or flight response basically remokes the digestive system's blood privileges and due to theirs happening so fucking often, their stomach basically nerfed itself and now has a meltdown every time they get antsy.

and then having to explain it was worse when they were like 11-12 because (true story) it would happen literally every day and the episodes would last like 3 hours minimum for months on end.

these poor dudes are gonna be so concerned for yuu's health

Oof, I’m so sorry you have to deal with that, Nonny. It sounds awful, rare or not. >A< I really hope you can get some form of treatment to help make it easier to manage. ;;^;; Also, sorry this took so long to answer, but I hope you're feeling somewhat better!

Now, regarding Yuu having this problem…hoo boy, I can already imagine that their arrival to Twisted Wonderland would have already caused quite the anxiety attack in anyone, but couple that with severe nausea? Mild concern over a possible ill student would bloom into full-blown panic once it comes to light that Yuu is in fact the only known living human in existence—and they’re already dying? On school grounds?! Oh Great Merciful Seven, how are they going to explain this if word gets out to the press?!

Calm down, Crowley, your feathers are starting to get bent out of shape. >.>

Anyway, it might take a bit before the anxiety over being in a new world—let alone one filled with magic and monsters—can settle down enough for Yuu to breathe. The staff and even some of the more concerned students would feel relieved to see Yuu eat something light, be it crackers or bread or soup, though the school nurse would express concern over their health once they hear Yuu’s explanation.

Once the research institutions come along, Yuu had already pack-bonded with Ace, Deuce, and Grim by that point and—despite concerns over preservation and health—was decided it was unwise to separate them and cause unnecessary stress. Depending on how well Yuu does with normal doctor visits, the researchers are likely going to go to great lengths to minimize the stressful environment and invasive procedures while working on a solution to ease or relieve their symptoms.

Meanwhile, the other students have no idea what to make of this situation. The first few times were ‘meh’ or ‘ew, gross’ (I mean, they are still going to have the personalities of their game selves, which means they also have some of the same attitudes towards things), but the more frequent or longer it becomes, the more it sinks in that something is very wrong. Riddle and Azul read up on the subject and looking into ways to ease anxiety or even find ways to salvage their appetite after the nausea attack. Trey and Jamil make sure that Yuu has access to foods that are easy and light on their stomach, while Vil searches for soothing fragrances that calm anxiety and relieve stress. Cater has even been looking into gifs and songs he can find on Magicam to help ground Yuu during their episodes.

At this point some of them have learned how to sense when Yuu’s about to have a panic attack, with Grim being able to sense it early enough to get them away from the stressor or get help from the other first years.

Eventually when the researchers are able to find a regiment (be it therapy sessions or medication or both) that works for Yuu, their friends and classmates make sure to help them stay on track and remind them when it’s time to take the medicine given to them or to go to their appointment. Of course, cuddle sessions also help and feel nice, so while it takes time, they’ll do their best to make sure Yuu feels better and can experience life without the nausea!

(As a side note, if anyone is dealing with anxiety, here's a video that has been designed to help reduce it by at least 65%. A friend of mine once recommended it to me, and it's helped me calm down on days when I need it, so I hope it helps someone else too 💝)

[crow-stars]

❝TIME FLIES RIGHT BY MY EYES❞

❦summary; time is too quick, but it's nice to look back on what was before.

♪the characters in this story; deuce spade, gn!reader

✎word count; 1,154

❀what do the ghosts say?; very very clear romance, fluff, possibly a bit on the cheesy side

☛the author's notes; i should probably say that my reader characters aren't the prefect unless specifically stated. i just wanted to make sure that you all knew this! i should also probably do some formatting so i can include any content warnings and such, like if anything is romance or the relationship is ambiguous. aaagh i'm sorry that there so much being added and deleted and such. also, i love ending stories off with a super cheesy title related line-brings me so much joy ;)

☪look at the catalogue?

Deuce first met you during his sophomore year.

He was spending time with his small group of friends from his first year, getting up to the usual antics. Ace was waving around a half full carton of milk precariously as he ranted about his summer and the things his brother did to him.

Deuce had told Ace repeatedly to at least put the milk down so as not to spill any on a poor passerby. This, however, only prompted Ace to try and tease Deuce further, waving the carton around more wildly. The Heartslaybul student stood from his seat and leaned over the table, trying to snatch the drink from his roommate’s hands while trying to convince him to stop. His fingertips only managed to knock at the container and tip it from Ace’s hands.

Unfortunately, this resulted in, as Deuce suspected before, someone getting splashed with milk. And that someone happened to be you. Where your whole front of your uniform got soaked with milk.

Ace was quick to point the blame to Deuce, he was the one who knocked the carton out from his hands. You had stared shocked at the two and Deuce panicked, rushing to get some napkins to dry you off, repeatedly apologizing.

When it seemed you had finally snapped out of your surprised daze, you smiled, albeit awkwardly, and said that it was okay, you were on your way to your dorm anyway and you could get a change there.

This still left Deuce with a bit of anxiety, at the thought of you, the poor bystander, having to walk to the Hall of Mirrors with a damp uniform. So, he did the first thing that popped into mind.

So he gave you his blazer. Insisted that you use it to cover your soiled clothes on your walk to your dorm. And he wouldn’t take no as an answer, so you took his blazer and you gave him a thankful smile in return.

As he sat back down, both Ace and Epel were quick to start teasing Deuce.

‘How princely of him!’ They had said. ‘What was he going to do next, offer to carry a student over a puddle?’

Deuce felt his face flush and he just claimed that he wanted to be nice and not let you walk around with a milk drenched uniform and that the least he could do was give you something to cover yourself. This explanation didn’t subdue the two at all and only furthered their teasing. They seemed quite set on turning the poor boy a red that could rival the Heartslaybul housewarden’s hair.

The day ended with Deuce quarreling with Ace and quickly getting collared.

Deuce met you again in the courtyard, a week and a half later.

He was out there to study, because the dorm felt too quiet and the library had a club occupying it, so he thought the best option was outside in the courtyard. That was where you found him, greeting him cheerily and holding his neatly folded blazer.

You had asked how he was doing, what he was working on, and finished it off with offering his blazer back. Deuce took it from you with a smile (and could have sworn that his fingers brushed against yours).

This was when he made his second offer; Would you like to sit with me?

This second offer then snowballed into many more, offering to sit together to study, then offering to sit together at lunch, then offering to walk together to class, and they just kept coming after all that.

Deuce doesn’t know exactly how it all happened, but it did. With all these occurrences of the two of you hanging out, it was inevitable that Deuce would learn more about you and vice versa.

You both shared your dreams, aspirations, fears, wants, all of them were shared in tender, vulnerable moments.

It’s... odd, Deuce thinks. And he doesn’t know when it happened, he thinks maybe around when he invited you to visit his mother, but he started to fall in love with you.

Every touch, every laugh, every smile, and every compliment. They all hit him straight in his heart and shot butterflies into his stomach. They would fly up to his throat and render him speechless every time.

Whenever you’d greet him with a hug, he would freeze and heat would burst through his skin. Whenever you’d hold his hand in a crowded hall, to not lose him, his hand would still tingle oddly minutes after you’ve let go.

It confused him, it really did. The heart palpitations, the rising heat, the odd sensations. At one point, he thought he had come down with something until he explained it all to Ace, who was quick to diagnose him with a crush.

What, no! Surely not, he couldn’t have. Yes you were nice, kind, charming, made Deuce smile at the thought of you, and were patient with him. But a crush? Surely not!

Deuce did come to accept this though, through Ace asking rapid fire questions about you and the final question, ‘how would you feel if you saw them in a relationship with someone else?’ was the real nail in the coffin.

It took a few more months before the two of you finally began a semblance of a relationship, quick touches and caresses of one another turning longer and more purposeful.

The first ‘I love you’ sent Deuce into a flustered mess and he so desperately wanted to hide his face if it wasn’t for you holding his wrists, knowing exactly what would happen if you said those words.

You truly were an amazing person. To Deuce you were a fire, the sun, a flower, the light of his life, and you were so you.

He loved it, loved your personality, your smile, and loved you.

And the best part of it all wasー

“Hey, Deuce! Twisted Wonderland to Deuce!”

Your voice snapped him from his thoughts, that and the fact you were slightly shaking his shoulder.

“E-Eh?” Deuce feels his cheeks flush a bit as he realized that he was spacing out. His hand finds yours on his shoulder, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Sorry, did I space out again?”

You laugh softly and nod, leaning over to briefly press your forehead against his. “Mhm. What was on your mind, chickadee?”

“Nothing much.” Deuce chuckles lightly. “Just thinking.”

You lean on your remaining free hand, lips upturned in a bit of a smirk. “Thinking about our plans, hopefully.”

It’s his turn to smile, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a quick kiss on your knuckles. Deuce feels his lips brush against the golden ring on your ring finger and it only makes him smile more. “Yeah, something like that.”

How far he’s come with you and he still has more time to spend with you.

[chibikisu]

Twisted Wonderland Idia x GN! Reader: Nervous

" THINK. CORRECTLY. MAKE YOUR MIND WORK IDIA. SAY SOMETH- “YOUR BEAUTIFUL!” NOT THAT!!! ABORT! ABORT MISSION!! FLEE! "

* ~ In which Idia embarrasses himself in front of his crush and thus becomes full of anxiety and a bit dramatic.. Feat. Ortho! ~*

A/N: So I tried my hand at making a Twisted Wonderland Reader Insert. Why did I choose Idia? Honestly Idk. Maybe it backfired on me or maybe I'm just rusty in my writing since it's been like a year. Anyways let me know what you think and if it was as all over the place as I feel it is. lol I promise the next should be alot better!

Idia really didn't know what was going on. I mean he wasn't an idiot, he knew WHAT he was feeling. He just didn't like feeling it. Wait no! Not like that! He did like feeling this feeling and WHO he was feeling it for. He just didn't like how it made him feel like a Noob in a lobby full of Pros in one of the most common video games.. Idia groaned and sighed for the hundredth time and fell back on his bed. He had made a fool out of himself (as usual) in front of (Y/N) and really felt the blow to his HP this time. As such he has been locked in his room; more than his usual he would say; and been trying to recover from the said incident. Ortho on the other hand had never seen him so gloomy or something he thought was just a simple misunderstanding.. “C'mon! Big Bro! Open up!” Ortho yells over the 8-bit aesthetic music trying to tune him out, inside of his Older brothers room. “I know you can hear me!!” He knocks on the door multiple times. Still nothing. Sighing Ortho recalls the data he saw earlier in the day before his Brother became like this. It was with the Prefect (Y/N). From what he could tell he could see them conversing but he was only able to catch half of what was said between the two. “hmm..” Ortho goes over the data from the beginning and sees if he can find the problem.

**-//Reviewing Data: NRC 15:45 Courtyard//-**

The video data shows Ortho seeing both the Prefect (Y/N) talking with Idia. Ortho tunes in with his upgraded hearing after noticing that Idia's heart rate has gone up significantly and his body temperature as well. Oh no! Was he getting sick? The Prefect must be there to take him to the nurse since he was making a face like he was trying not to get sick right there. Still, Ortho wanted to make sure his brother was okay.

“You sure your okay Idia?” (Y/N) smiled worriedly as they went to gently touch his lower arm. Stiffing up with a quick “EEP?!” Idia quickly swerved away just enough to where the prefect wasn't able to touch him. “??” (Y/N) brought their hand back and didn't push it any farther, Idia already looked as if he was slowly turning into a ghost. His skin seemed paler than usual and you could of sworn he was trembling slightly..or was that just your imagination? Trying to change the subject and hoping to make him smile they suggest “I was thinking..since I finally have some free time this week and Grimm will be hanging out with Deuce and Ace. Maybe I could hang out with you and you could show me how to play that um..what's it called again? Kingdom Moon Finally?” Idia winces a slightly at their guess “Actually It's Final Kingdom Moon: One digital star to rule them all! But uh..yeah close enough.” Idia starts fiddling his hands. (Y/N) laughs “Sorry, I'll try to remember that for next time.” Idia's eyes widen and suddenly he's panicking. “Y-you don't have to remember it! I-I mean I don't expect you to!” (Y/N) goes to open their mouth when Idia seems to have heard his own words and panics even more “I-I mean I don't expect you to remember the game's name! N-not that you couldn't! You seem very smart and talented and overall just very uh...erm.” THINK. CORRECTLY. MAKE YOUR MIND WORK IDIA. SAY SOMETH- “YOUR BEAUTIFUL!” NOT THAT!!! ABORT! ABORT MISSION!! FLEE!

**-//Reviewing Data: NRC 15:55 Courtyard – COMPLETE -//-**

The footage stops as that's when Ortho had to chase after his Older Brother after he had mad a dash for the dorms. Leaving poor (Y/N) behind in confusion. “What could have made Big brother leave like that?..” Ortho thought while still standing next to the elders door. Hmm..Everything seemed fine until (Y/N) said they would remember the game's name for next time.. ?! Oh.

Ortho Knocked on Idia's door again. “It's okay Big Bro!” Ortho smiled to himself. “I'm sure (Y/N) won't be hanging out with you anymore!” Suddenly the music stopped and it turned eerily quite.

The door creaked as it opened just slightly and Idia was only visible in the dark room by the glowing of his hair. “....ortho..” Ortho's eyes widened. What happened?!

Idia's eyes bore into Ortho's worried big eyes and asked with a serious tone. “Why...why would you tell me that?..” Ortho tried gently pushing the door open a little more before answering “Well..I thought the whole reason you ran away from the prefect was because you didn't want them hanging out with you? Y-You seemed to panic once they said 'next time'.” Idia nodded and then asked “Is that what it looked like?” Ortho just silently nodded after slowly opening the door to see Idia wrapped in a blanket, fall face first on the ground. “K.O. Critical Hit!” Ortho walks and sits next to his brother on the floor. “Uh..What?” Idia them mumbles something that's not distinguished enough to be heard while Idia is still face first on the floor. Rolling him over proves harder to do as every time Ortho pushes Idia upright he just turns over again. “Big Bro!” “Leave me alone Ortho. It's over. I can never show my face out there again.” Ortho Deadpans. “Big Bro, you never really went outside much anyways..” “Ouch. Double Kill.” “BIG BRO.” Idia finally sits up and groans hands on his face. “Well I defiantly can't now! You saw how it went! You even said you thought I didn't want to hang out with (Y/N)!” “You do?” Ortho tilts his head. “YES!! More than anything I do!” Idia yells while throwing his hands up in the air. “But I thought that when (Y/N) said 'Next time' you were freaking out?” “YES!! BECAUSE THERE WOULD BE A NEXT TIME!!!” “And You want that to happen?” “Ortho. I don't know how much louder I can yell yes anymore.” Idia looks at Ortho. Meanwhile Ortho sits there thinking. After a while he grins “Ooh! THAT'S why your body temperature and heart rate were so high while talking to them! You LIKE them!!” Blushing Idia looks away from his little brothers discovery and mumbles “Man..way to get all in my business..” Still he can't be mad at him. “Well! Let's go tell them that you would love to hang out!” “WOAH. Pause. on. That. Let's not get to riled up here. You saw how I freaked today.” Idia grows worried again. “It always happens like that! It goes..er..okay? And then they say something that throws me off and I just go into high drive into whatever I can think the fastest.” He lets out a high pitched squeak. “And today the first thing was calling them BEAUTIFUL! EEEE” “Ortho pats his brother's back. “I can try to help you ask them to play games somewhere that's not as personal and secluded like your room. Maybee...like..The Board game club!” Ortho nods happy with his idea. “It wouldn't be as close and intimate but it's a good start!” Idia looks down at his lap. “I don't know..what if they don't want to bother with me anymore?” “That's why we ask! What's the worst that could happen?” Idia furows his brows. “They say no? And then I have to know that I ruined my shot with them and it be awkward for the rest of my school life-” “Don't be so dramatic Brother.” Orhto sighs. Honestly, sometimes it seems like Idia can give Rook a competition at being dramatic at times..

( Y/N) keeps looking at their phone while debating on texting Idia if maybe they overwhelmed them too much today. They knew he could get overwhelmed pretty easily and would hate to be the reason for it. Beginning to type out a message the receive a message from the one person they were just trying to reach out to. “Idia?..messaged me?” You really weren't expecting to receive a message from him after earlier today, but yet here the notification was. Making sure Grimm wasn't snooping you opened the message to smile to yourself.

'Hey..If U want U could always come to the board game club and we could play co-op sometime..if U want.'

Idia always was so cute when he was nervous, at least to you he was. But you were slightly biased. Typing a reply of “I'd love 2” you turn off your phone and have a slight skip to your step as you go on with the rest of your day, now having something to look forward to with your favorite person.

[thesunshineriptide]

hello!! how are you doing? im interested with your writing and i want to request if you don't mind!! also, im sorry if this goes against the rules :"(

can i ask for any character from twst (you can choose the character freely!) x reader, that very insecure about their artwork? and they always feel like they're not good enough, and always push themselves. because lately I've been struggling with it. tysm!! have a lovely day/night, and don't forget to drink water!! i love your writing so much, keep going <3

Hey you okay anon? Also I totally get it and absolutely yes I can fulfill this. I hope you have an excellent day/night too, and don’t forget to take a break buddy. This one took a while because i think there’s a lot of characters who, in a sense, “have a lot to say to you” also, since you didn’t specify what kind of art you meant, I kept it kind of vague

F*****’ Perfect

Characters: Riddle, Silver, Deuce, Jade, Floyd, Azul, Idia, Lilia

CW// low self esteem, bad self talk, depression, anxiety, mental health discussion, food, angst, hurt/comfort, potential out of character behavior

Octatrio

Azul blinked owlishly for a moment at you before coughing and adjusting his glasses to recompose himself. Even the twins hovering in the doorway seemed to be shocked at your admission, though untrained eye would never have noticed.

As you stared at him, face set in a way that made it clear you weren’t joking, Azul began to feel something he hadn’t in a long, long time. Guilt.

“Prefect, surely you jest?” He said, voice lilting upward in what may have sounded like a question, but was more so a suggestion, “It seems as though you would have nothing to gain from that.”

People in the halls were beginning to watch because - well, Azul almost never said no to a deal, even one that fucked someone else over. Especially one that that fucked someone over.

“I don’t want it anymore, Azul. I can’t - it’s never good enough. I’ll never be good enough at it, so better to give it up now, right? Besides, you’re crafty, I’m sure you could use it somehow.”

“Keobi-Chan…” Floyd began, leaning toward you, eyes astonishingly sympathetic.

“Ah, right,” you laughed, a tired and desolate sound, “I almost forgot. ‘I don’t have any exceptional talents. No beautiful singing voice, no magic, the only thing I have to offer is Ramshakle’…” you trailed off, looking away from the trio, “Disregard what I said, then. I won’t bother you anymore.”

As you began to walk away, it was Jade who grabbed your wrist to pull you back, “Prefect, wait a moment, please.”

Azul and Floyd both looked at him in surprise. He rarely went to touch anyone, much less to pull them to him.

You turned to look back at him before relenting, inching back toward the group.

Jade paused, mouth opening and closing as he thought of what to say. The entire hall of people had their eyes trained on you two, and he finally settled on, “Why don’t the four of us take this somewhere private?”

When you shrugged and mumbled an ‘alright’, Floyd practically snatched you into his arms and began running toward Octavinelle, causing Jade and Azul to follow at a somewhat quick pace (Azul refuses to run, Jade refuses to chase Floyd in public)

As you and Floyd were the first to arrive, he busted into Mostro Lounge, grip still firm on you, and plopped you down into a booth seat by the window wall.

“You look sad, Shrimpy. Imma get you something to snack on.”

And with that, he gave you a head pat and wandered away to the kitchen.

Floyd is a terrifyingly fast runner, which means that even though he was gone for a full five minutes, Jade and Azul still hadn’t arrived. This wasn’t a problem, though, because Floyd came back with a specialty butterfly pea iced tea and some onigiri, plated with a drawing of a happy eel made with sriracha.

He sat down across from you, plucking one onigiri ball off the plate while staring at you expectantly. When you hesitated to take one, he nudged the plate at you with a firm expression, “Eat.” As you took the rice ball and bit into it, he finally smiled and leaned back, “So…you wanna trade your art talent over to Azul? Why?”

For a moment you had convinced yourself that maybe he wouldn’t ask, but it was clear that you wouldn’t be so lucky.

“I’m tired of it. It just makes me feel shitty. I’m…everything I do isn’t good enough. I’m not good enough. So, if I can’t use it, and other people seem to like it, why not give it to someone who wants it?”

He watched you for a moment as he chewed. Once he swallowed he hummed, “That’s kinda stupid, Y/N.”

Jesus, has he never heard of sugarcoating?

“If other people like it, then maybe it’s because you’re good at it. And if you think it’s worth trading, then clearly you know that somewhere too.”

You stared at the eel for a moment, who stared back looking completely serious. He grabbed another onigiri and began to eat that one too.

“You don’t think you’re good enough?” Came a voice from behind, and, oh yeah, those two were coming too.

Jade sat beside you, forcing you to scoot over as Azul sat beside Floyd, and based off his raised eyebrow it seemed he was the one who asked.

Neither Jade nor Azul took the food, but Jade did scoot your drink toward you with a somewhat worried look, and rested a hand on the booth seat, nestled between the two of you.

“‘M not good enough,” you mumbled around the food, “No matter what I do, the picture in my head won’t come out when I try and make it. And - I’m just so sloppy with my tools, ‘n it just feels like nothing I do will make me better at it. Besides, it’s not like people think it’s good.”

Azul’s façade faltered, eyes brimming with mercy. He whispered, “I think it’s good, Y/N.”

Every one of them looked genuinely concerned when you laughed, putting down your food. You took a sip of the drink Floyd made you, trying to choke down tears welling up. “You don’t have to flatter me.”

The twins looked to Azul with a severe look. The leaders eyes flicked between Jade and Floyd as he said with a surprisingly amount of confidence, “I was wrong about you, Y/N. You aren’t talentless, I simply hadn’t paid much attention to you prior to our meeting. Now, after knowing you, I’m able to see just how wrong I was.” He looked away, toward the water for a moment before Floyd nudged him lightly with his elbow, prompting him to keep talking. Azul sighed softly before looking back to you.

When you locked eyes, he was startled a moment before he began talking again. “I…I understand your pain. I may not be an artist-“

“‘Cept a con artist!” Floyd helpfully supplied, eliciting a giggle from you.

Azul smiled fondly at your reaction, even though it was at his expense, before he continued, “I may not be an artist, but I do know what it’s like to feel…inadequate.” He looked at you, then to Jade, who nodded at him to keep going. “As you know, when I was younger, I was…well, I…” he looked at a loss, “When I was younger, I was bullied. Back at home. I’m where I am now because I forced myself to work five times as hard as everyone else…”

Floyd nudged him again, then butted in, “What he’s trying to say is that you two are the same, ‘cause you both don’t think you’re good enough.”

Jade hummed, “And much like Azul, you’re actually quite competent in your craft, prefect.”

You looked to the sudden comment at your side and found Jade smiling at you.

“You’re both quite talented. It would be a shame for you to give your gifts up to Azul before you’ve had time to, ah - blossom, so to speak. You’re still quite young. And even if you weren’t so, the human lifespan is around…hmm, 80 years?”

“Yeah! So you could become the best ever at like, 79! But you can’t be the best old person artist ever if you give up now, Keobi-Chan!” Floyd chirped.

Azul seemed to gather himself and nod in agreement, “My friend,” he began. Both eels gave him a surprised look. He waved it away, “My friend, I can’t rob you of something so precious. It would take away your very essence, and I quite like you the way you are.”

As tears began to shed from your eyes, and a sob threatened to escape your throat, it was Jade who leaned over to pull you close, letting you cry into his jacket’s lapels as you broke down.

Evidently, the octatrio was having a very surprising day, but it’s not every day when your emotional support Shrimpy breaks down.

When Jade noticed you finally calmed down, he tilted your head up, only to find you asleep against him. He let out a sigh and lifted you in a bridal carry, “They appear to be asleep. Shall I take them to Ramshackle?”

Azul hummed and shook his head, “We have spare rooms. I’d rather keep them close, for now. I don’t think they should be alone.”

Floyd bounded behind Jade, “I’ll go get baby seal! We can have them in one of those land sleepovers!”

Azul walked with Jade to deposit you in a spare room.

“I’m surprised you’re being so kind today, Jade.”

“I could say the same of you, Azul. I’m quite surprised you opened up so to them.”

“It’s hard to stay closed off with them.” He murmured, unlocking the door and stepping inside, holding it open to let Jade inside. “They just have something about them…”

Jade nodded as Azul hurried to the bed to pull back the covers. “I feel quite the same way. They are truly fascinating, aren’t they?”

Azul chuckled a little as Jade laid you down, quickly removing your shoes before readjusting you to lay in the bed properly.

As Floyd bounded in holding a disgruntled Grim, he grinned, “”m glad we finally get to keep Shrimpy for a bit.”

“Oya~? And why’s that?”

“‘Cause eel’s gotta protect their shrimps, remember?” He grinned, letting grim down on the bed who was quiet due to the fact he was allowed to have your leftover Onigiri.

Jade laughed softly, “yes, yes we do.”

Riddle

A pristine white piece of paper rests on Riddle’s desk, ink penned perfectly into cursive swirls.

To my dearest friend,

I am not good with talking about issues such as these, but I believe it is important to speak about. Lest my tongue betray me and hurt you, I’ve written this down, to save both you and I trouble.

Your dedication to your craft is admirable in every regard, but I worry over you. It seems as though no matter the masterpiece you create, you are unsatisfied with the result, and rather than appreciating the skills and a talent you have cultivated and the artistry of your work, you are upset with any shortcomings.

An awareness of one’s weaknesses is necessary for improvement, but I believe you have stepped over the line, so to speak, and have instead become deluded that it is all weakness.

I remember a time when I believed the same of myself, and you were the one to show me how harmful it was to myself and others. Please, allow me to do the same for you.

As you know I do not sugarcoat my words, nor do I have appraisal for work I do not find to be good. Believe me when I say this, with all sincerity - you may be one of the most artistically talented people I have ever met, and ever will meet. I look forward to seeing you cultivate and refine your skills further, but please, my friend, you have time. Do not burn out over such things so young. A candlelight snuffed out before the night is a tragedy to the matchbox.

With well wishes and care, your loyal friend,

Riddle Rosehearts

He sat at the desk for a moment, rereading his letter nearly twice as much as he rereads his notes, before neatly folding into thirds.

His chair makes a scuffing sound as he pushes himself back from the desk slightly in order to reach a draw beside him. In he reaches, pulling out a small box containing a tea light, a spoon, wax beads, dried flowers, and a small stamp with a rose design embedded.

He carefully snaps his fingers, calling on a small amount of fire magic to light his candle, letting it get hot before changing tasks to fill the spoon with wax beads. He focuses on his breathing as he holds the spoon carefully above the fire, watching it slowly begin to melt. His hands are shaky from nerves, his mind a flutter with everything he wanted to say, tongue moving silently in his mouth as if opening his lips would let every thought would pour out from him.

When the wax appeared to be melted all the way, he blew out the candle and reached into the box, pulling out a dried sprig of forget-me-nots. He carefully pressed the letter shut, then rested the flowers across them before pouring the hot wax down onto it. He raised his stamp, closing his eyes and huffing a breath before pressing it down firmly into the red wax pool, holding the pressure firmly as it cooled. When he was sure it was no longer tacky, he removed the stamp to reveal his signet, accidentally turned slightly to the right.

His fingers itched to rip off the seal and try again before he remembered exactly what it was attached to, and who it was for.

He left it, smiling a little. Perhaps something imperfect from him was the perfect example for you. Besides, he reasoned, it seemed you loved the world the less perfect it was.

Idia

It’s been a long day of work, hunched over a table in the cafeteria. It’s a rainy Saturday and there’s nothing better to do then snack and let creativity do it’s thing.

Hours have gone by and you seemed completely dead to the world, working and reworking tirelessly to get the product you intended, and it seemed almost completely fruitless.

This piece has been months in the making, all of the planning and plotting and working out kinks, and now that it’s almost done it, it seems to you like it’s all wrong.

You looked up and rubbed at your eyes, only to make eye contact with the campus cryptic himself.

Idia looked nervous, holding his tablet with a delicate grasp as he stared at you. A moment later he yelped, eyes going wide.

“A-ah, Y/N, I’m sorry, I just- Ortho came through here earlier? And I-I, I, um…” the tips of his hair began to blush like pink as his eyes darted everywhere but your face.

A moment of staring at him too long made him look ready to run before you snapped out of it. “It’s alright. Idia, right?”

He looked slightly more panicked, “Uh- uh, yeah, I am. You know me?”

You nodded with a light smile, “I know we haven’t met in person before, but I hear a lot about you from Ortho. You know me?”

He hummed, tight and high, and nodded jerkily, “You fought the overblots, everyone knows about you.”

You smiled easily, though there was a bit of sadness, “A shame. I’m sure you’ve heard terrible things about me.” You teased.

“Only good! I promise.” He said slightly too loud before sitting down across the cafeteria table from you. “I hope you don’t m…mind. Ortho told me that there was someone doing art over here and- I, uh, I wanted to know more.” He finally broke into a soft smile, though he was overall very stiff.

You laughed and shrugged, “I wouldn’t say it’s art, but you’re welcome to watch. This has been taking me forever and it just looks…awful.”

Idia looked between you and your work for a moment, “I think it looks nice.” He said earnestly.

You laughed a little, but when you looked to him it died. “Really?”

He nodded eagerly, “Yeah! I mean, I watch a lot of anime, a-and I have a really strong, uh, appreciation for stuff like this, yknow?” He said nervously, fiddling with his tablet.

He looked nervous s you admitted, “I don’t like it. It’s…wrong. I as going for a different vibe and it just…missed its mark.”

You smiled as he typed at lighting speed and the tablet spoke for him, launching into a passionate soliloquy about art in all forms

“No matter what, art is really important. I think all art is important, good or bad. Picasso’s art was kinda shit, yknow? But it spawned a whole art movement, so clearly it’s worth something to someone. So everything has its place. I really like gothic cyberpunk art but there’s people out there that like minimalism, so I guess…” Idia looked up from his tablet, thinking, “You might think your art is bad, but maybe you’re looking at it wrong. Maybe the boundaries you’re setting on yourself is the issue, not the art.”

Lilia and Silver

Silver rested under a tree next to you as Lilia say behind you, braiding flowers into a flower crown, occasionally holding it up to your head to make sure it would fit.

“You have to rest,” they said, “You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends.”

Lilia hummed a song he heard a lifetime ago as he worked, being careful not to tug your hair or get too loud as he smoothed your hair and gently placed the flower crown on your head. It was relaxing like this, even when your hands itched to get back to work.

Lilia must have noticed, leaning down to guide your fingers from where they were fidgeting to lay them flat in the grass.

“Y/N, it’s time to rest. You can work when we get back, but you must take a break.”

You frowned and turned to face him, “I don’t want to take a break, I want to finish this project.”

He tutted and shook his head, “Raise your chin and look around. Tell me what you see.”

You sighed and looked around, beginning to list everything you could see, “I see trees, the sky, clouds, grass, Silver sleeping under a tree, some flowers-“

Lilia began to laugh heartily, “You don’t need to tell me, I can see too.”

You huffed, “So what do you want me to do then?”

He sighed, “You’re running yourself ragged. Humans don’t live long, how will you enjoy your time alive if you spent it tucked away on your lonesome?”

You shrugged, “I’m not exactly enjoying a lot now.”

Lilia pet your hair, “That seems to be the issue, my dear. Now, look around again if you’re so persistent to work,” he leaned forward, resting his head on your shoulder, “What do you see?”

“I already told you,” your groaned, exasperated.

“What does the world look like right now?”

You sighed and began to contemplate it.

It’s a lovely 68 degrees (Fahrenheit) with a light chill that stung the face slightly. The sun was shedding golden rays that danced through the treetops, tiptoeing playfully along the long, reedy grass. Soft moss grew up the side of the tree Silver was (previously) sleeping under, cradling his head like an earthy pillow. Several patches of grass were flattened into circles that were surely made by an animal, but looked like the soft fur of the forest herself. Ravens above head cawed as they took flight. The cicadas buzzed their merry tune as ants carried away pocket crumbs. A deer was just on the edge of the clearing, watching while munching on some shrubbery.

The flowers that surrounded them were stunning. Growing freely were dandelions, clover, chickweed, violets, black eyed Susan’s, Queen Anne’s lace, wildflowers, chicory, buttercups, and milkweed. Nearby were cattails, elderberries, wild strawberries, button mushrooms, and alliums of all kinds. The air was sweet with the scent of honey and fresh air.

As you took a deep breath, you turned to find Lilia and Silver smiling at you.

“Back to twisted wonderland?”

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah, thanks Lilia.”

He nodded and the three of you sat there for longer, chatting about random everyday nothings, eventually falling into comfortable silence as you watched the sun begin to disappear and night begin to fall.

“It’s time we get back,” Silver stated, “It’ll be easy to get lost in the dark.”

You nodded and began to pack up everything (which was like, a blanket and some snacks) and make your way back to campus.

“Hey,” Silver said softly, wrapping a protective arm around your back, “I know what you’ve been feeling.”

“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I often feel like I’m not doing good enough. Like I should be able to do more. But it’s a lot like Lilia said, you can’t get caught up in the ‘should’s. Be proud of what you can do, Y/N. You’re insanely creative and massively talented. You’ve persevered through so much. And aside from that, you can’t improve if your well-being is put to the wayside. It’s like…” he paused, “it’s like asking a horse to race when it hasn’t been fed in a while. It may be able to do it, but it could also simply harm the animal, and it’s unlikely they will do well regardless. Take care of yourself.”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes before nodding, and tugged him into a side hug. “Thanks, Silver. You always know just what to say.”

He nodded and gave a little smile as you walked back to campus. Lilia trailed behind quietly, proud of both of you.

Deuce

“Prefect! Look!” Deuce yelled as he ran up to you excitedly, tugging you along toward a throng of students.

“What’s going on?” You asked, trying to keep up with Deuce.

“Test rankings are up, I’m so excited.”

You hummed as you made your at through the crowd to where you could see the results.

43rd on the list with 87% was Deuce Spade.

He cheered wildly, grinning at you, “Look! I’m on the list!”

You smiled back, only to hear some snobby comment about how “it’s not even that high up, dude.”

You turned to face the person, ready to light into him when Deuce grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away.

“Don’t.” He said softly, “it’s not a big deal.”

“Of course it’s a big deal!” You argued, “nobody gets to talk shit about my friend and get away with it.”

He shrugged and gave you a smile, “it doesn’t matter to me. I’m happy I made it in top 50. I can’t wait to tell my mom!”

You looked confused for a moment, “it…it doesn’t bother you that you’re not higher up?”

He looked confused in turn, “No? This is higher than I thought I would be. I’m just glad to know I’m improving.”

You hummed and thought for a moment, leaning in to hug him.

He accepted it happily, though still confused, and hugged back tight, “Prefect, what’s up with this? Not that I’m complaining, but…”

You shrugged, “I think I just…I’m always thinking about what other people want from me. It makes me miserable. But to see you so happy about just getting what you want…” you looked back toward the list, “sorry if that sounded insulting, I meant it genuinely.”

He shrugged, “It’s good. But yeah, you just gotta block out those guys. I remember when I thought it was cool to be an asshole and tear down other people and just hate everything and…it really didn’t make me happy. But I thought that’s what you’re supposed to do. And then I stopped, and I went for something I want. Something I can be proud of, and I can make my mom proud of too. It’s not easy, always, but…it makes me happy. So I think it’s worth it.”

You stared at him and nodded, “yeah, that sounds nice. I wanna try some of that.”

He laughed, “want me to tutor you? I’d be glad to.”

“I think my study is gonna take a long time, but, it’ll be worth it. Especially if you’re there to help.”

He looked a little surprised before grinning, bumping your shoulders together, “We can be study buddies! Start a club. The ‘getting better together’ club.”

“Sounds perfect.”

[floral-poisons]

twst characters: their roles in a teen movie

another random thought that just came into my brain. i was thinking about teen movies and it had me assigning certain roles and archetypes to certain characters. i have one for horror movies done already. the next one is their roles in a rom com.

this one does feel a little bit general. like a what the twst cast would be if they were in a normal high school. might do a list like that one day.

NRC STAFF

dire crowley

the headmaster/principal. no explanation needed here. he just sits back and observes the chaos in his school.

ashton vargas

the pe teacher. probably a coach for a bunch of different spots teams. was a former athlete himself but got an injury that caused him to retire from that prospective career early. probably exactly like the coach from mean girls (without the making out with teenage girls part, nasty).

mozus trein

the english teacher that provides a safe space for the gay kids. enough said. computer background is his cat. no phones in class type of person too.

divus crewel

the chemistry teacher. very fashionable even if it’s not practical during the lab. single and isn’t much help at extra help. probably an advisor to a few clubs. makes things hard for no apparent reason.

sam

a foreign language teacher, probably french. he’s one of the cool ones. willing to take students on a trip to france in order for them to improve their french skills. his class is entirely in french however.

DIASOMNIA

malleus draconia

the new kid. just arrived in school and is shy and awkward at making friends. hasn’t been around people, probably moves a lot. but he’s attractive and immediately gets noticed by the queen bee. accidentally falls prey to the dangers of popularity.

lilia vanrouge

the senior. he’s there and present, mostly because he’s a friend of the love interest. represents the anxieties about college felt. having a mental breakdown like every period probably. but he knows how the school runs and he’s the new kid’s guide.

silver

the straight a student. constantly sleeping because he doesn’t get enough sleep. man pulls all nighters basically five times a week and sleeps in a lot. won’t text or call often. but he’s really smart and gets his work done. worries too much about grades however.

sebek zigvolt

the teacher’s pet. or the strict ra in those prep schools. he follows the rules and is very much a by the book type of student. won’t accept anything that goes against the rules. he really dislikes silver because silver falls asleep in class so often.

HEARTSLABYUL

riddle rosehearts

PRESIDENT OF THE STUDENT GOVERNMENT. strict and always planning events. but also kind of boring. he won by a landslide and won SO EARLY during his academic career too. need i say more?

trey clover

the mathlete. it might be the glasses that give me the vibes of a mathlete but he’s a mathlete. really good at math and probably taking high level classes. little nerdy but with a bit of fixing up he can look amazing.

cater diamond

the queen bee who also wants to be an influencer. he’s not exactly mean but his tongue is sharp and there are plenty of valid reasons to dislike him. he’s actually a nice person underneath the surface. he just needs to find a better outlet for his emotions like regina george.

ace trappola

the anarchist. he doesn’t like the social order of the school. call him janis ian. artistic and could care less about social norms. makes a lot of jokes which is why the audience loves him. but his raw emotions come out when he realizes that the new kid has become one of them. at least he’s upfront about how mean he is.

deuce spade

the band kid. seemingly calm and innocent. but underneath that exterior is someone who is full of chaotic energy. he probably plays a bass instrument. definitely in marching band and definitely goes to band camp and definitely starts off stories with, “this one time at band camp...”

POMEFIORE

vil schoenheit

the theater kid who’s also puts up a primadonna front. has an ongoing rivalry with the rival school’s primadonna (neige obviously). while he’s not THAT theater kid, it’s easy to tell he is one. puts a lot of effort into his appearance because he believes that’s people’s first impression of him and they need a good impression of him.

rook hunt

the person that specializes in makeovers. basically he would be all of queer eye in one person. really good at making people feel confident in themselves and amplifying their great qualities, as well as sticking to natural beauty. he doesn’t change anything about a person because he doesn’t need to. everyone’s beautiful. they just need the right tools.

epel felmier

the person you think is rich but they don’t have as much money as you thought they did. he blends in with the popular crowd and certainly looks the part. beautiful, fashionable clothes. but when you actually go over to his place, it’s not as grandiose as you thought. in fact, it’s perfectly average. a middle class home. and he doesn’t bring his rich friends over because he knows they will judge.

SAVANACLAW

leona kingscholar

the college bound brother. he’s mentioned briefly a few times and that’s it. he’s not in the movie because he’s not a teen.

ruggie bucchi

the student with a scholarship at an elite rich institution. doesn’t like the popular rich crowd for a reason and stays in his own lane. works hard and works smart. to make money on the side, he definitely writes essays for this kids who can’t do anything for themself. and he charges a lot for a killer essay.

jack howl

the jock with a heart of gold. i also wanna say he would be a bit of a himbo too. like he’s fine academic wise. in fact, he’s really smart which you wouldn’t expect from a stereotypical jock. but when it comes to life? he’s a little clueless. he’s the type who didn’t know oven mitts existed and when he got them as a gift, his eyes sparkled because what a life saver.

OCTAVINELLE

azul ashengrotto

the one that does everyone’s homework for them. wants the money and he’s smart anyways. will give out answers and because he’s seen as a teacher’s pet, he’s able to somehow access the answer sheet and questions for the test. people pay good money for it.

jade leech

the model student. a little bit boring but he’s there. present in the movie but no one pays much attention to him. he prefers to keep to himself while all the drama goes on.

floyd leech

the troublemaker. constantly, constantly getting in trouble with authority figures. is smart but doesn’t feel like applying himself. has a twin brother who wishes he would take schooling more seriously. but he definitely has interesting takes on the system. has one teacher that hasn’t given up on him yet.

SCARABIA

kalim al-asim

the rich kid. he’s actually really nice but the amount of money he has is just...so much. so much money. lot of people want to be his friend because he has so much money so he’s actually pretty lonely. little artsy too. has little to no experience with relationships though.

jamil viper

the best friend. best friend to the rich kid and is constantly in second place. has to listen to kalim talking about his day and doesn’t really get a say in the movie much. supporting. would be a token character.

IGNIHYDE

idia shroud

the unpopular person who gets a complete makeover and redo. he was a loner until getting into the popular crowd and his appearance got completely renovated. he suddenly started to be noticed by everyone which unnerved him. and unlike the new person, he didn’t let the popularity get to his head. instead, he stayed the same introverted person as he was with just a little more confidence.

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

I thought the loose ends were due to lousy writing but after finding out the mangaka also wrote "Black Butler". A story widely known for how dark it is. I started to think that maybe Yana-sensei had fun writing this story in the way that makes it a friendly cute game on the outside (Fulfilling Disney's demands), and she put her secret dark twists and kept them in the subtext. The characters all being potential villains let her have her fun with the story and the characterization.

And yes, you did change my mind, because your in-depth analysis made me realize that I was being played by this game, the same way the MC is being played. Introduced to a high school full of teenager boys and feeling complicit and that everything is as normal as it could get around teen boys who can use magic, and ignoring that those are people who idolize Disney Villains (Who used to be my definition for pure evil when I was a kid).

Those are teen boys who find pure evil attractive and cool. They see no fault with Sar killing Mufasa (For god's sake). No, they think it was smart of Scar and done for the greater good.

Those teen boys have quite a capacity for evil. The game tends to make us forget that, but that's who they really are. Every single one of them has the capacity to be a calculating evil mastermind.

I can personally attest for Ace, Trey and Cater for their ability to manipulate others.

Those students don't abide by our moral codes. When I finally realized that, that's when I really got interested in the story.

It IS fun imagining Yana-sensei creating really dark characters and purposely only showing "their cute side" and throwing reminders every now and then that those boys have a really warped moral sense.

I apologize for the long rants I tend to send you, but it's really fun brainstorming with you and trying to dig for the darkness hidden under the cheerful surface.

Yeah I do think the otome aesthetic kinda draws unsuspecting victims—you know that pumpkin song from Jack Stauber? Where the pumpkin lures in an unsuspecting man in and at first its all cheery with a few "wait, what?" Moments but its still cheerful until the end.

I also get heavy inspiration from Yuu and the Power of Magic (its on Ao3 made by writingerror) and its anxiety inducing how Yuu kinda finds herself (they're pretty gn but they go by female pronouns) wrapped in the darkness, like they openly talk about kidnapping her and she just plays it off in the same way the game plays off the fact that Leona was literally taking kids off the census (Savanaclaw writing still pisses me off kinda)

I also think about how terrifying it is to have demihumans who could rip your jaw off on accident (Beaststars) or the fact that fae just roam around so you slip up wrong and they've got your soul—i kinda theorized that the twst boys have middle names but they're not giving it away bc its like true name revelation.

I also believe that Yuu isn't exactly in their body but rather their twst counterpart its why they're able to withstand OBs like that—Riddle's OB had me on the ropes (which also coincides with my belief that OB doesn't go away in the way that we think, post for another day.)

I mean we see Ace get full on flattened by a cauldron to the dome and he just brushes it off like its nothing—cauldrons literally weigh 150 pounds let's not even consider the force at which it dropped if anything he should be dead.

Deuce took a direct hit from an OB monster in the Mines and he still wanted smoke you can't convince me that its bc of his delinquent past bruh go directly to hell.

The fact that they worship villains still slips my mind and then I look at how Ace acts or Jamil and it clicks that these dudes are kinda unhinged, let's not even mention that Crowley stated that NRC is full of boys with hubris, power, and money so who knows what type of shit is happening behind the scenes you feel me?

Lwts not take into account that this is a whole new world (lol) so the cultural customs could be wildly different, Japanese customs respect a hierarchical system but in twst how does that play into society? We know that royalty exists so????

Like the possibilities are endless and actually kinda scary when you consider Beastmen, Fae, and Merfolk customs as well.

Lets not even mention the lessons, Alchemy mishaps, magical mishaps bruh say your grace at that point.

Maybe I'm looking in too deep but there are points where twst society seems horrific when you take into account Jamil's situation as a slave on campus and no one bats an eye meaning there are possibly more "servants" on campus if you get what I mean.