#Epel Felmier mentioned???

[mellowwillowy]

“𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥?”

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰: You were never well-fared of things related to acting, let alone theatrics although the same couldn't be said about your housewarden, a man of fair beauty who obsessed over your existence as though you were the divined beauty that he has always sought to be. Soon, he will let everyone acknowledge you the moment you step onto the theatre stage. You, as his snow white who he shall now curse to death for as an eternalized beauty.

CW: Reader wore a gown (Snow White, duh), death, and Improvised Snow White's tale.

Yes, the fairest one of all, the man worthy of everyone's awe and adoration, Vil Schoenheit. The man who bathed you in his endless love despite the harsh way he presented himself to you.

✼ It truly is no surprise that, as an actor, he ought to ensure that his beauty is free from anything that will tarnish it. So you bet all the skincare routines he has will be forced upon you as well. Not only that, he has to ensure both his and your hair are always in peak condition, silky smooth and untangled.

✼ From the way he combs through your hair, he relishes in the same scent you both shared from the same ridiculously expensive shampoo and conditioner to the liquid soap that was sucked into your skin pore, ensuring it remained pristinely clean and free from any blemishes.

✼ Not only that, but your attire will also be tailored to fit you, no suit nor dress would be too tight or loose as it would wrap your body beautifully. The laced corset that you should wear would never be too tight or too loose and the color of the outfits would be hand-picked by the man himself as he chose the shade that would compliment your skin tone well.

✼ His hand will always be on your back should he see you stand or sit in such unsightly posture. Straighten it up for him immediately unless you want to hear him lecture you about how one should carry oneself again~

✼ Should you ever have trouble sleeping, he will gladly accompany you as he sits next to your bed, his manicured hand holding yours while he serenades an old lullaby you are familiar with. What you don't know is that he does not leave immediately the moment you fall asleep, no no, he takes his sweet time relishing himself in your beauty... wait, is that a very teenie tiny blemish on your skin? How could he fail to notice that? He has to fix this ASAP!

✼ Hm? You found his shoes beautiful? Would you like to try it on? Oh no... it's too scary to be this tall! 13cm is a bit too much for you to take! No wonder he looks so poised and elegant... the secret lies in these babies!

"You don't seriously think these shoes contribute 90% to my beauty right?" Vil frowned as he watched your face contorted from awe to pale white the moment he voiced your thoughts. "Surely you know this better than anyone, even if you wear these shoes, it won't do much but show everyone just how much of a clown you are should you walk with a slouched back!"

✼ What? Sweets? Snacks? No no no, you've had your fair share of it already. You ought to cut all those unhealthy stuff and maintain a perfect diet for your sake (and his). Do you dislike it? What a shame, you still have to eat it nonetheless.

Another thing he likes to do about this is to use your dislikes as a form of punishment which you call “starved to death”. Your plate will be filled with all sorts of inedible foods for your mouth. Nonetheless, an apple will always be tolerable.

✼ He will be your dance coach, he will be your singing coach, he will be your lecturer for the classes you fail to grasp. He will be the person who you rely on in everything, he wishes to be acknowledged by you deep down in his heart after all.

✼ He will be the dorm leader you look up to and to be the person you look for should you ever be troubled by anything. Pesky students, who won’t stop bothering you? He knows his way to silence them with his sharp razored words that make them rethink their whole life.

✼ Remember, Vil is a man of fame and so you should watch how you act around him unless you want nasty rumors to circulate around you. He will sometimes post a subtle relationship type of post with you (your identity hidden as a secret lest his fans come at you like rabid mutts)

"So... I'm going to take the role of the princess? Didn't you give that role to Epel previously?"

The blonde man scoffed at your statement, "He was a suitable candidate, posing a breathtakingly feminine beauty that could even fool the Great Sevens, even so, he was never the embodiment of what I'd call to be 'feminine'"

The said subject mumbled under his breath, "You talk as though the other one is feminine enough for this role, I could barely feel any of the maiden-like aura from them."

Vil shot him a questioning look, his eyebrow raised, and challenged the other to talk again.

“Don’t you want to be the princess instead, Vil? Playing the role of a heroine would be a pleasant change for you no?” You offered thoughtfully. Surely he fits this role more than you could ever, heck, you are a bit hesitant in accepting this idea.

"I am perfectly pleased with my role as the Evil Queen, no need to fret over me."

The week went on with dread, you were never familiar with the acting world, let alone acting properly! But Vil was very adamant about you having to partake in this show, 'It shall be your first debut on the theatre stage' he quoted despite you only seeing this as a school event.

Days passed and you dreaded the idea of going to the rehearsal spot again upon finishing class. Even your fellow pretty friend couldn't stop bitching about how he hated the idea of being forced to take the role of one of the seven dwarves!

"Oh, believe me, you are doing way better than I do! Even Vil praises you for being able to pinpoint all the script's lines perfectly!" You raised your eyebrows at his statement, "All I did was serenade along, you should do that too y'know? Theatre is the place where you are supposed to sing out the heart of the character."

The two of you stopped walking as he tilted his head, questioning, "Like an opera?"

"No, that's a whole different level. I didn't mean to sing it out literally, I meant to... how do I word it..."

-

And so here you two were, standing in front of your housewarden as you waited for his response to Epel's question. He took his time, contemplating how to word it out as well.

"A long time ago, I had a Master who told me that the reason why we serenade on stage was because we had to express how the character felt thoroughly..." (AN: Master here stands for Mentor.)

"Uhm yeah, we knew that but is that all?"

"... Well, I mean yes, it's not like we are performing an opera... but... argh! Even I didn't get it okay? Now, off you two go! I want everyone to not make a single mistake! Tomorrow is our big day!" He blurted out as he shooed the two of you away.

Like the noisy ducklings you two were, you grumbled as though you were quaking like Donald Duck.

"Kinda weird seeing you dressed in a gown though, perhaps you should have just asked them to tailor you a suit because god does it blind me when you are dressed like a maiden."

At his statement, you rolled your eyes. You were glad enough that this all-boys school tolerated the eye-opening of a beauty standard.

"Even so, I'm surprised Senior didn't want to take the role of the charming prince." "Why so?" "Uh, I mean, he gets to kiss you and stuff! Maybe even take after the real version of the story and..."

At that, you immediately pinched his lip shut and walked toward your supposed practice spot. Tomorrow is D-day and you can't help but feel giddy at the idea of being able to act on the same stage with everyone despite not being familiar with the world of acting.

Everything went on smoothly as expected. No one screwed up. It's all perfect yet the Evil Queen couldn't rest easy, Vil couldn't rest easy. With how long and heavy the gown is, the tiara that decorated his beautiful updo and kept hair, he strode onto the stage and spoke toward the mirror.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?"

And the mirror should reply, “Thou, O Queen, art the fairest in the land,” or so she expected.

“Snow White, O Queen, is the fairest of them all.”

As though the Evil Queen was struck by lightning, he balled his trembling fist while contemplating whether he should break this mirror right on.

He has always lived in the shadow of those prominent figures, an actor who was praised for his fair beauty and kindness and his Master who was praised for their exceptional beauty and talent in the world of theatre.

He could understand how she felt, and so he serenaded, expressing how she felt so well that he knew, he had long embodied the wicked heart of the Evil Queen. Envy painted his tinted eyes as the scene changed into you and the seven dwarves, living oh so merrily after the huntsman was enraptured by your beauty and tricked her into eating a boar's lungs and liver.

A laced corset that Vil had always ensured to hug your figure in a way that didn't suffocate you, turned into a deadly weapon in the hand of the Evil Queen.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?"

And the mirror should reply, “Thou, O Queen, art the fairest in the land,” or so she expected.

“Snow White, O Queen, is the fairest of them all.”

Then, the lovely moment in which Vil would always comb your hair and untangle any tangled hair, turned into an attempt of murder with the comb stuck on your tangled hair.

And the Evil Queen would pose the same question again.

“Snow White, O Queen, is the fairest of them all.”

It's ironic, really. No matter how hard he worked for everything, he knew he could never surpass these two prominent figures. And desperate was him.

You hated it whenever he 'starved you to death', as the only edible thing you could eat was the red apple. You hated it because it was unfulfilling and not because he had poisoned it with the potion he handcrafted. In the hand of the Evil Queen, it turned into a deadly weapon.

And the Evil Queen would pose the same question again.

“Thou, O Queen, art the fairest in the land.”

The world's most beautiful phenomenal actor, the fairest one of all, you, his subject of awe and love, the Master of the Theater, or so people refer to you.

"Schoenheit, what did I tell you about encapturing the audience's heart with your voice and not just flatly reenacting the script?"

The boy looked as though he was about to cry but he knew well that emotion was never even once written in the script. As much as he respected you, he was still a boy of heart who was ready to have his heart shattered.

"I need to speak as though I am serenading, Master. That way, the audience could understand the turmoil of my heart." "Correct, now, reenact it again. Unless I have acknowledged you, you are to be forbidden from telling people that I am your master. O how shameful it would be for me to be acknowledged by a speck of dust!"

The boy took mental note of how easy it was for you to speak in such a serenading tune and tried to continue where you left off,

"This one dared not to humiliate his Master with his incompetence! This one would rather have his lip sewn tightly to ease his Master that no such deranged words would slip out!"

You raised an eyebrow at his reply, patting his blonde hair, "There, it's not even that hard. Come now, let's get back to line 324."

The practice went on as the boy tried his best to amaze his mentor who was guiding him like a lion to its cub. He would strive to be better with each day as he pictured his gleaming future in which he would acknowledged by the public for how exceptionally talented he was as an actor. And amidst that, he would proudly let the world know that you were the one who had assisted him to reach the summit of his fame.

"That is all, the rehearsal is dismissed," You clapped your hands, signaling to the other, "You are free to go, Schoenheit. Remember, our rehearsal tomorrow, at 2 PM sharp. Am I to be understood?" "Understood, Master!"

Vil did not have to be reminded when he should come back as he had memorized everything by heart! Only 4 days left before his first debut on the theatre stage, yes, his first debut in which people would see him not from the screen of television but thoroughly directly as he was shone by the stage light.

The role he was fit to be was one he wished for, the role of a princess. Nonetheless, he wished that his Master could have taken this role for themself as he had long used to the villainous role he was forced to take. But who was he to complain anymore when his mentor praised him for how befitting he was as a heroine?

The days went on with a strict lecture, no sugar would ever coat your guidance for him and he was not upset about it at all. Instead, he thanked you for being blunt about everything. But one thing for sure was that no other mentor was allowed to be as strict as you to him, or else he would never pay heed to their words at all.

"Tomorrow is your big day, a shame you couldn't hand me an invitation." You chuckled as you helped him walk down the stage's stairs, your gloved hand cold compared to the boy's warm hand.

"But Master will be there behind and on the stage to watch me right?" "Of course, I have waited for your debut for as long as I can remember. This would be the last masterpiece to ever be carved in the history of this very theater and me after all."

Something didn't sit right, your gloved hand that was leading him down felt as though you were dragging him away from something, away from the stage.

"Uhm... will I be as good as you have praised me tomorrow? What if I... fail..." "Nonsense. That would never happen, not in my wake."

Your voice was stern and quick enough to silence him yet your hand was still holding his gently.

Snow white was silent, dead silent. She was sleeping oh so peacefully after she took a bite of the apple. The dwarves were mourning, placing her resting figure inside the glass coffin for nature to bask in her beauty, for the birds to sing songs, for the deers to sleep right next to it, and for the charmed prince to kiss her awake.

Naturally, the Snow White woke up, and the happily ever after ending was supposed to show up after it reached the climax, the Evil Queen had been punished. But not in his wake.

An improvisation?

"You! I will never rest easy for as long as you exist. Even if these legs failed to stride for a dance, even if this face failed to uphold the immense beauty, even if this body rots beneath the soil that was trampled by pebble-like mortals, I will never, ever, acknowledge you, to be the fairest of them all!"

Instead of watching the Evil Queen dance in tears and horror, the Evil Queen strode toward you, Vil strode toward you with his hand bent forward toward you. The heels that clack in beat with the music played on stage, the furrowed eyebrows, and the glint of despair in his eyes spoke everything.

Was he speaking to you?

"For you, will never be the fairest one of all unless you are dead!"

An improvisation.

It was a prop knife but it did well in splattering red paint that replicated blood. The knife was plunged right into where your heart would be, the apple to your soul. The actors were clearly taken aback by this, their genuine reactions perfected this whole scene.

And you who were never familiar with the acting world, were quick enough to improvise this.

"Alas, you and I are now walking hand in hand toward the underworld O' you Wicked Queen, should your words remain true, I shall still be the fairest one of all even in our death!"

Tears flowed out of Vil's eyes, this is not what she wanted, this is what I wanted.

The audiences were whispering amongst themselves in disbelief, the faes that were watching this were even taken aback by the show. Contrary to the dull fairy tale they had heard, this had taken a sharp turn into something more... beautiful?

Pettiness would be what Vil was trying to embody. Envy had long tinted his sight and what more could damage him? Should he live in the shadows of these two figures forever? Should he live in your shadow forever?

He'd rather die with your dead shadow, together, hand in hand as the pair of the fairest one of all, marching toward the underworld.

"Alas, that would be a better outcome than having to live in the shadow of a naive girl like you." His hands held your face gently before forcing you into a waltz of death.

The boy was horrified but the princess was not. The Evil Queen was dancing in pain and horror. He knew. He knew how there were nails in the shoes you were wearing.

"You! I will never rest easy for as long as you exist. Even if these legs failed to stride for a dance, even if this face failed to uphold the immense beauty, even if this body rots beneath the soil that was trampled by pebble-like mortals, I will never, ever, acknowledge you, to be the fairest of them all!"

Blood dripped out of your torn lip as you twirled beautifully, the black gown complimented the Evil Queen's beauty really well. He wanted to scream and call off the whole show, but the boy dared not to make such a hasty decision.

This is his first debut and your last show, how could he possibly gather himself to do that? This is your last masterpiece and should he ever do something that would destroy your final piece, he'd rather sew his lip tight with the corset lace.

Everyone on the stage dared not to say anything, either out of obliviousness or fear of the Master of the Theatre's wrath. The director could only frown as she directed the other crews.

"You shall be the fairest one of all in life but never in death!"

With that, you spread both your arms upward and fell limp onto the ground. Even until the end, the Evil Queen remained wicked and petty, her eyes tinted in Envy.

The audience clapped their hands out of awe and whistles could be heard as they threw roses toward the stage. But you never woke up.

Roses that were supposed to flatter you turned into a burial rose.

The director instructed the curtain to be lowered down, skipping through the casts thanking the audience. It raised questions but one of them voiced any discontent as they were pleased that yet another beautiful piece had been carried.

"The Master's death should not be leaked until at least one week has passed, this was their last wish. For the crowd to converse about this before they realized their effort in presenting this tale." She said as she felt the veins on your wrists and neck.

The boy was scared that he would be scolded by you if he did this but he was way more scared about the idea of you dying so he laid his ear on top of your chest.

... no heartbeat was heard.

True to your words, this truly was your last masterpiece. "This would be the last masterpiece to ever be carved in the history of this very theater and me after all."

The public was horrified by this news and split into two parties. Party that did not accept your way of dancing with nailed shoes and a party that respected your effort and courageous display, embodying the pain that was felt by the Evil Queen and facing death head-on as you delivered your final masterpiece.

And among the party was Vil Schoenheit, drowned in awe and adoration. He finally understood why you were referred to as Master of the Theatre. He finally understood why you chose to serenade. As you deliver your last lines, he remembered it.

Just like the siren you were, you enraptured everyone with your voice. It took people time to finally realize that despite the pain you were feeling, you still managed to deliver the lines without any trouble.

"I need to speak as though I am serenading, Master. That way, the audience could understand the turmoil of my heart."

Yet why could no one hear a sliver of your turmoil? All they could hear was the disdaining Evil Queen's curses and the proud Master of the Theatre, the you who were proud in yourself.

Vil was proud of himself for delivering such a spectacular piece. To direct all the casts with this sudden improvisation in order to perfect this piece, he did something that he could pride himself on.

And that was to bow down toward the audience, hand in hand with you as roses were thrown onto the stage. It truly was a shame he couldn't bow down on his first debut.

The shock of all the casts was not something he could polish in such a short time, and the you who were pushed to perfect this whole improvisation was not something he could polish in any time. It almost felt as though he was seeing his Master again. (Again, Master here stands for Mentor if you forgot)

"Why did you do that?" You pulled him backstage, your warm hand holding his gloved hand down from the stairs. You were dragging him away from the stage.

"... Because this is your first debut."

At that quote you rolled your eyes, "Take off your shoes, now."

Ah, so you really had keen eyes. Vil had always been a man who took great care of any details finely. But surely a wound on his soles wouldn't be a trouble for as long as he is not modeling something that shows his soles.

This disciple takes his Master's teachings to heart after all.

[bluesylveon2]

(AN: characters are aged up!)

Jamil lounging in his house

His phone rings

Jamil: hello?

Ace: come get your wife

Jamil: what?

He hears Yuu crying in the background while the other first year group members are comforting her

Ace: listen, just stop looking pretty when you sleep so that Yuu can be happy and you won't have a mob trying to murder you

Deuce, in the background: let's get Jamil for making Yuu cry!

Epel: I'll get the poison!

Ortho: I have my laser beams!

Sebek: I will inform Waka-sama at once!

Ace: GET HER NOW!!

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Sebek Zigvolt - Nightmare Suit Vignette

"I'll tell you a story that may be of use"

[Halloween Town – Center]

Sebek: Hey, skeleton!! I brought what you asked for. Where do you want me to put it?

Jack Skellington: Thanks, Sebek-kun. Could you put it there beside the well?

Sebek: Beside the well…? Hey, there's so many things littered all around it! Like this, get rid of this basket right now!

Jack Skellington: Ah, sorry, sorry. I'll do that right…

???: You would like this basket removed, is it? Understood.

Sebek: Ack! Skeleton, move faster! Stop dawdling! Move that basket quickly!

Azul: No need to rush, I've already removed it. So please, you may place your items there.

Sebek: Urk… What have I just allowed to pass?

Jack Skellington: Hm? Is there a problem in having Azul-kun move the basket for us?

Sebek: A massive problem, yes! Urk, being in this man's debt is an eternal blemish…!

Azul: Oh, I wouldn't consider this a debt. That is, as long as I am given a fair compensation.

Sebek: You chose to move it on your own! I didn't ask you to.

Sebek: Who left that basket there in the first place? …Hm?

Sebek: Jack, doesn't that basket belong to Sally?

Jack Skellington: Ah, that's right. She filled that basket up with a few things and gave it to me.

Jack Skellington: Sally is smart and considerate… And just kind, overall.

Jack Skellington: There are times that I'll forget to eat when I get too into what I'm doing. The food she brought me today was as delicious as always.

Sebek: …Inferring from what you've said, it seems she brings you food often.

Sebek: If she doesn't have her basket, she won't be able to bring it to you next time. You should go and return it to Sally.

Sebek: While you're at it, what if you also let her know how you felt about her cooking?

Jack Skellington: Hmm, I guess…

Halloween Town Resident A: Heeey, Jack. I changed up the decorations based on what you said yesterday. Can you check how it looks?

Jack Skellington: Of course. …Yeah, this looks good! Please keep it up with the rest of the decorations!

Halloween Town Resident B: Hey, Jack! Taste this candy for me. I think it came out pretty good.

Jack Skellington: Let me see… Yeah, it's very delicious! If I were to say anything… Maybe it could use a bit more of a kick.

Halloween Town Resident C: Oh, there you are, Jack! There's something I want your help with…

Jack Skellington: Okay, I'll be right there. Just wait a moment.

Jack Skellington: I'd like to return the basket and give her my thanks, but as you can see, I've just far too busy.

Jack Skellington: And that's where you come in, Sebek-kun. If you could just return this to Sally and also let her know on my behalf…

Sebek: I REFUSE!!!

Sebek: …She is always thinking of you when she does this. So wouldn't it make more sense for you to go to her yourself to say your thanks?

Jack Skellington: That's true, you're right, but…

Azul: WELL, THEN!! You may leave the task of returning the basket to Sally-san to me, instead.

Jack Skellington: You're willing to do that, Azul-kun?

Azul: Of course. I couldn't possibly leave you in a quandary by yourself, Jack-san. I shall take this task on in the spirit of compassion.

Sebek: Wait! Jack asked me to do this. Don't just jump into the conversation like this… What are you scheming?

Azul: How could you possibly doubt me…? How rude to think that I could be scheming something. I only wish to be of help to those in need.

Azul: Specifically… to a hopelessly-in-love woman in need.

Azul: And thus, I have a proposal. I'd like for you to allow me to take on this task of delivering the basket. This would, of course, be considered compensation for helping you move things around earlier.

Sebek: .........

Sebek: Fine. I'd rather not stay in your debt, after all.

Sebek: However, I will go with you to go see Sally. I must keep a strict eye on you to make sure you are not planning anything nefarious.

Azul: Of course, I don't mind at all. Besides, you would come along even if I were to refuse, wouldn't you?

Jack Skellington: Uhh… So, the two of you are going to go together, then?

Azul/Sebek: Yes. / Correct.

Jack Skellington: You guys are a big help. Please give Sally a big thanks from me.

[Halloween Town – Dr. Finkelstein's Lab]

Azul: We've arrived. I wonder if Sally-san is currently home.

Sebek: Sally is helping make the dishes. I would assume she's in the kitchen…

Sebek: HEY, SALLY, ARE YOU HERE!?

Azul: P-Please don't shout like that all of a sudden!

Dr. Finkelstein: Seriously. I can hear you without you raising your voice like that.

Sebek: I don't remember calling for you, Finkelstein. Or… Is Sally not here?

Dr. Finkelstein: Hm, so you're here for Sally, is it? Well, you can't see her.

Sebek: We can't see her? What is the meaning of this?

Dr. Finkelstein: She keeps refusing to listen to me. I've locked her in her room until she comes to her senses.

Sebek: She's locked in her room…? I see, that's why Sally did that…

Sebek: HEY, SALLY! I'M LEAVING YOUR BASKET IN THE KITCHEN!

Sebek: I'm told my voice carries, so I'm sure she heard that. We're leaving, Azul-senpai.

Azul: We were not only entrusted to deliver the basket, but also Jack's sentiments.

Sebek: That can be resolved by him delivering the message himself!

Azul: My own credibility would take a hit if we were to leave a requested task half done.

Azul: However, it isn't as thought we would be able to force our way in… Seems as though we have no choice. We'll come again some other time.

Sebek: …......

[Halloween Town – Town Hall]

Sally: Good afternoon, everyone.

Sebek: Sally. Jack isn't here.

Sally: I see…

Sally: Oh, no, I mean. I didn't come here looking for him.

Sally: Umm… Oh, yes. I came to thank you for returning the basket, Sebek-kun.

Sebek: Hmph, ridiculous. I can't possibly be the reason you came here. But you know, if you keep it up with your roundabout ways, Jack won't…

Sally: Won't what?

Sebek: We should go somewhere else to talk. Follow me, Sally.

[Halloween Town – Alleyway]

Sebek: …I'm sure we'll be fine here.

Sally: What's wrong, Sebek-kun? Is this about something you don't want anyone else to hear?

Sebek: That's right. At least, you probably won't. …I'll be frank.

Sebek: If you keep acting in a roundabout way like earlier, you'll never be able to get your true feelings across to Jack.

Sally: Eh!? Y-You're wrong. I don't have any special feelings for Jack at all…

Sebek: YOU DON'T KNOW WHEN TO GIVE UP, HUH!!

Sebek: Have you forgotten what happened when Trey-senpai and I came to help you cook?

Sebek: You jumped out a window. At that time, you claimed that it was faster to do that than take the stairs…

Sebek: I realized that that the real reason was because you had been locked up in your room by Finkelstein. I heard him say so myself.

Sally: …......

Sebek: And while you were unable to move freely because you were locked in your room, you figured out a way to get out on your own.

Sebek: You did it just to see Jack, no matter how many times you crashed to the ground or your body fell apart…

Sebek: I haven't been here in Halloween Town long, and even then it's plain to see your feelings towards Jack.

Sebek: However, that man… Whenever he receives something from you, he just considers you a "kind person."

Sebek: I can't deny that you are, but… Do you truly think that you're treating him no differently than anyone else?

Sebek: Jack Skellington is too thick-headed. For guys like him, you need to tell it to him straight.

Sally: …Thank you, Sebek-kun. I know you're saying all this for my sake.

Sebek: No, I'm only doing this because it irritates me to no end to witness! Both your introversion and his thick skull are frustrating. And I hate how your effort has nothing to show for it.

Sally: Yes… I know it would be splendid to be recognized for my effort. But I can't tell him how I feel.

Sally: Jack is someone everyone admires. He is that Pumpkin King that everyone fears.

Sally: How could I ever stand beside him as his partner…? It's impossible. We're on two different levels.

Sebek: Ugh, just looking at you is making my blood boil. …Here, I'll tell you a story that may be of use.

Sebek: Back in my world, there is a classic story called "Omero and Lietju."

Sebek: With their families opposed to their marriage, two lovers plan to elope… But due to various complications, their plan ends in failure.

Sebek: They were separated and taken back to their respective homes, crying in the belief that they would never see their lover again… Is the gist of the story.

Sally: …That is a very sad story.

Sebek: Mm. However, this story is not simply a sad one. It also teaches an important lesson to those who read it.

Sally: An important lesson…? What is it?

Sebek: Those lovers gave up on trying to make their family understand their love. Instead, they decided to elope and leave everything else behind.

Sebek: I won't go into detail as to how their plan failed, but when it comes to the cause of their tragic end…

Sebek: It most likely happened because they themselves failed to communicate their thoughts and feelings to each other.

Sebek: If only they had shared with each other their plans… If only they had confirmed with their own ears the rumors being spread…

Sebek: It could have been possible for them to have a happy ending. The author of this story probably had specific morals in mind…

Sebek: I'm sure they wanted their readers to understand that it's "not worth giving up," and "communication is key."

Sebek: Maybe every reader out there would have their own opinion, but that is how I interpreted it, at least!

Sebek: Stories are born because we want to convey our thoughts and feelings to someone. And this author probably thought the same…

Sebek: Perhaps they once gave up on something and chose not to communicate it, which led them to some regret.

Sebek: I've read many more countless books, but…

Sebek: There are countless stories of similar tales in which a lack of communication lead to missed chances or conflict.

Sally: Heheh, I see you are a voracious reader, Sebek-kun.

Sally: If I don't give up… If I tell him properly… Would my hard work will pay off one day, as well?

[Halloween Town – Alleyway]

Sally: If I don't give up… If I tell him properly… Would my hard work will pay off one day, as well?

Sebek: How would I know!? All you can do is believe and keep at it.

Sally: Well, now… What a powerful statement. It seems you have a reason you're able to believe that strongly, Sebek-kun.

Sebek: My grandfather on my mother's side was opposed to my parents' marriage. My mother defied that opposition and married my father anyway.

Sebek: Ever since then, my mother has been earnestly putting forth the effort to gain my grandfather's approval.

Sebek: She'll send him letters with pictures of them, or the whole family whenever she is able…

Sebek: Or she'll bring us grandchildren to spend time with him during breaks, or invite him to dinner whenever there's a special occasion…

Sebek: I'm sure there are many more things she has been doing that I am not even aware of, as well.

Sebek: Still, to this day, my grandfather does not approve of their marriage… And yet my mother continues to believe.

Sebek: If she can just communicate to him that she's married the man she loves, raised a family, and is living happily…

Sebek: Perhaps one day, my grandfather will understand their love. That he'll give his utmost blessing to their union.

Sebek: Actually, I do think there has been some progress. Right after their marriage, whenever my father would try to visit him, he'd be turned away at the door immediately…

Sebek: But recently, there has been an increase in occasions in which my grandfather and father will be in the same room together. Although, even that only happens about once a year…

Sebek: And my grandfather refuses to make eye contact with my father and frowns the whole time.

Sebek: But that all came about because my mother would constantly tell my grandfather how happy she is. That is what I believe.

Sally: I see… So your mother is able to clearly state her feelings just as well as you can, hm.

Sally: But I…

Sebek: Do you still seek to hold yourself back!? But, well…

Sebek: I suppose I can't say I don't understand your worries and frustration.

Sally: Eh?

Sebek: I hold in high esteem Malleus-sama, who is the next in line to rule over my home country.

Sebek: Not only was he born nobility, but he is also a great mage who is world renowned…

Sebek: In addition, he is an amazing individual that I wholeheartedly respect.

Sebek: Every time I witness just how spectacular Malleus-sama is, I am strongly reminded of my own inadequacy.

Sebek: No matter how much I study, no matter how strenuously I train, I will never be worthy enough to stand by him, let alone alongside the other guard.

Sebek: There have been times that I've wondered if I am even fit to be of use to someone as magnificent as him.

Sally: Ah... I know that painful feeling well.

Sebek: However, even if you are inadequate or inexperienced, that is no reason to shy away from standing beside someone you admire.

Sally: …!

Sebek: I aspired to be of use to Malleus-sama.

Sebek: And he, in turn… Allowed me to stay by his side as his guard.

Sebek: Of course, I am still in training. I still lack the knowledge, skills, or experience to be an official bodyguard.

Sebek: However, if I hold myself back, or feel ashamed, then I won't make any progress.

Sebek: All I need to do is continue to put forth the effort while standing alongside the person I admire most so that I become someone that is worthy of serving him.

Sebek: Above anything else, I cannot stand cowardice and negligence!

Sebek: That's why, Sally, you need to put forth the effort. If you desire to stand beside the Pumpkin King, you need to show it with both your actions and words!

Sally: As long as I work hard, never give up, and communicate properly, my feelings may be recognized...

Sally: I think I get it. It might not be able to happen right away… But I will do my best to tell Jack how I feel.

???: Oh, is that Sally and Sebek-kun over there?

Sally: Jack!

Jack Skellington: What are you guys talking about? …All alone with just the two of you?

Sebek: Hmph, nothing that concerns you.

Jack Skellington: WHAT WAS THAT?

Sally: Calm down, Jack. Umm… I was just thanking him for delivering the basket.

Jack Skellington: Oh, it was just about that, huh! I was thinking I wanted to give you my thanks too.

[Jack and Sally chat]

Sebek: Heh, seems as though the day that Sally's hard work pays off is drawing closer.

[Halloween Town – Center]

Epel: Sebek-kun's being so loud again… And everything he's saying's so unneeded!

Sally: He just wants to make sure people fully understands his thoughts and feelings.

Sally: I bet that's why he's always using a loud voice, so that they can hear him properly.

Epel: Sally-san, don'tcha think you're treating him too nice!? I think it's just because Sebek-kun lacks any sort of delicacy, isn't it?

Sally: That's not it at all. Thanks to the courage I received from his words, I was able to take a huge leap forward.

Sally: I am so glad that Sebek-kun came to Halloween Town… And that Jack and I were able to meet him.

Requested by Anonymous.

[violenteconomics]

I am in dire need of more of that AU that The First years get The upperclassmen toxic traits,i realy want more of It,like;

A way to include octavinelle and scarabia,maybe like,3 First years(Ace,deuce,Jack) get some of azul's toxic traits,other Three(epel,ortho and sebek) get Jamil toxic traits and yuu get both

Second thing

More reactings please,i NEED The staff,ALL The dorms and even the relatives seeing The First years developing those toxic traits,the overblots+Trey and cater for deuce getting their toxic traits right back at their face i beg you🙏🙏

anything 4 u, baby.

(but for real, though, this is an AMAZING idea, love you so much for tilling the ground for my brainwormies, mwah mwah 😘)

(also, this might get REALLY long, so hang tight!)

it was just a seed at first — a tiny idea that stuck around despite the first-years not even realizing it was there. but as the poison from their actual housewardens starts to develop into something truly deadly, so does that seed. it shows up later... but it makes itself known nevertheless.

ace, deuce, and jack have all worked for azul at the mostro lounge at one point, and though it was a very brief moment in time, it was just long enough to worm its way into their heads.

it starts with ace trappola, who's already pretty slippery with his words. but working at the mostro lounge, taking subconscious note of all the underhanded deals azul is making, he starts to pick up new... skills, let's say.

it starts small, with ace starting to give out certain favors to his fellow freshmen to earn some money. if you give him ten thaumarks, he'll do one of your everyday chores for you — dusting your room, cleaning your bathroom, making dinner, what have you. if you give him fifteen thaumarks, he'll do your homework if you don't feel like doing it, or take class notes for you if you don't feel like showing up. if you give him forty, he'll help you with something less-than-moral and definitely against the rules (he did it once back at the atlantica memorial museum — he can do it again).

there's an obvious power imbalance in all of these scenarios, but ace effortlessly words in a way that makes it seem like it's a win-win situation, when in reality, it's more like a zero-sum game.

it gets to the point where ace builds a black-market sort of reputation, and all of the freshmen know that if you need something done, ace is the person to go to.

...but then, something shifts.

at some point, ace starts a black-mailing campaign for the people who paid for the forty-thaumark favor. if you don't want your secret — one that might get you expelled, suspended, or worse — getting out, then you can pay for ace's silence with a favor or more money.

the worst part is: there's no way out. if you try attacking ace, it'll seem like you assaulted him for no reason, since if you try to explain he was blackmailing you, you'll have to tell them what he was blackmailing you with, which you obviously can't do — or else what was even the point? the same rule applies if you try tattling on him to one of the teachers or the housewardens or anybody else. and ace is a better liar than most people will ever be in their lifetime, so it's a losing battle even if you do manage to get someone to take your side.

so if you want to cross the bridge, my sweet, you've got to pay the toll.

(it's not even about the money anymore, really. riddle's thirst for control and azul's desire for recognition have clashed inside of ace in the most violent way, and now, it's all about the power it gives him over other people. and after how powerless he's felt this entire school year, being thrown left and right by overblot after overblot with no say at all, this is a power trip he never wants to come back down from.)

but ace realizes he's making quite a few enemies with his little money-making strategy, and he needs someone to help him just in case someone does come up with a plan to wipe him out. i mean, just look at azul — even with all of the loopholes and leverages in the world, even he was taken down eventually without outside help. if he wants this to last as long as possible, he needs... incentive for people to listen to him.

his own jade and floyd.

his own red-and-black collar.

using his riddle rosehearts-born dominance, and taking advantage of deuce's trey-and-cater-born passiveness, ace convinces deuce spade — one of the strongest people he knows — to help him in his economic ventures.

and deuce, seeing this as a way for ace to vent some frustration and unwilling to be on the other end of ace's ire, hesitantly agrees.

he doesn't piece together that ace is acting suspiciously like azul, but he still recognizes his own role in this whole scheme. ace is running a business, right? and deuce has only ever worked in one business before. he remembers what jade and floyd were like back when he worked under them, and so he uses that experience to inform his new position.

deuce becomes known as ace's right-hand man. he'll hunt you down if you don't pay, and he's not afraid to use force to "compel" you to. there have been stories about cat beastmen getting thrown up into trees and being left there for hours. about students getting forks "accidentally" thrown at them in the cafeteria with such precision, it doesn't really feel like an accident. about a student with a spade on his face who can throw back any attack sent his way with just as much force.

and there's nothing you can do about it, because he's in service to someone who has made himself pretty powerful. ace's silver-tongue gets deuce out of any and all trouble he inevitably finds himself in — and is ace is so brutally honest, why wouldn't people believe him? so even if you try to do something to deuce, ace has his back no matter what — and he'll win almost every time.

you mess with deuce, you mess with ace, which is already bad enough. but if you fuck around with ace, you better be prepared to find out with deuce.

they're a pair — that's always been true. but never before has that fact been so threatening.

jack howl comes next. we all know how much jack despises octavinelle's business model. but, begrudgingly, he will admit there are a lot of things he can learn from octavinelle. and more knowledge is never bad. as long as he doesn't actually use it, it should be fine.

(jack is more dangerous than ace and deuce, in a way — his toxicity is insidious in a way it just couldn't ever be with them.)

with excellent hearing, eyesight, and memory, he silently keeps note of every bribe he hears being taken. every lie he knows is being told. every mistake that gets swept under the rug. it's not long before he starts actively looking for it. it's not long before jack's uncovered dirt on almost every freshmen in school. it reminds him a bit of his time working at the mostro lounge. but instead of memorizing orders from customers, he's memorizing all their dirty secrets.

it's to protect himself, jack reasons. after all, it was only his input that put a stop to leona and ruggie's plans back during the spelldrive exhibition. he's just... preparing for another disastrous event, that's all. it's just precaution. insurance.

if it's not, then he'll have to accept that leona's overblot bothered him more than he thought. that he was weak enough to let it.

(and jack can't face that yet.)

and if, once in a while, ace comes to him looking for a little bit of information, then well, that's just lending a friend some advice. nothing wrong with that.

epel, ortho, and sebek don't have any direct ties to jamil, but they are certainly... impressionable, aren't they?

sebek zigvolt is a bit dense, certainly, but even he can see how well jamil takes care of his master. and with a master that's as ditzy and forgetful and all-over-the-place as kalim, that can't be easy. even if they are merely humans, and their experiences can't even begin to compare when it comes to serving a fae prince, sebek reckons that he can learn a thing or two by observing them. so that's exactly what he does.

one day, when kalim spills food on the floor in a hilariously ridiculous move, sebek notices something few others ever would. jamil gives the tiniest twitch of annoyance — the same way silver, in all his stoicism, often does when sebek gets too loud — but then he's back to being perfectly dutiful and polite and says "i'll go get a napkin."

it's... admirable, honestly. sebek doesn't put it into practice right away, but it stays in his mind long after he first sees it.

and then, after malleus's overblot, sebek's emotions feel like they're on fire. after being stuck in a world where it took just the tiniest crack to shatter a perfect illusion, he's wary of nearly everything that disrupts his day. now every single slight against him, no matter how unintentional it may be, feels like a personal attack on his very life. but sebek can't show these ugly emotions so outwardly — that would be dishonorable behavior that could damage malleus's reputation. instead, he resorts to subtle methods that can't be easily traced back to him like putting in frogs in schoolbags and setting brooms on fire or replacing shampoo bottles with tar.

but his repressed feelings of anger start to build to the point where he's now feeling unprecedented resentment towards... well, almost everybody.

when sebek has very first negative thought about malleus in history class — "reckless bastard" — he instantly hates himself for it and throws up then and there because how dare he.

he tries to shut them out, but the more he does, the more these intrusive thoughts start to bombard him with their uncharacteristic cynicism.

he looks at lilia from across the breakfast table, and his first thought is: heartless liar.

he spots leona lying in the botanical garden and he thinks: brainless cretin.

he even sees jamil, walking through the halls, and his mind screams: manipulative bitch.

but sebek shoves it all down because he's in no position to say that. it gets to the point where he's walking around as a silent, unfeeling husk, because to be anything else would be like inviting his inner demons to visit him on the outside. he pushes his emotions down as far as they'll go, and that's just going to have to be enough to get him through the day.

ortho shroud begins to follow a similar principle. his idia-inspired pessimism has led ortho to see others as less like people and more like characters. it's easier to think of every school day as a dungeon in an rpg. it's easier to convince himself that the other students are taunting him because they're programmed to be that way than face the reality that they just don't like him.

but the problem with seeing life as a video game is that you start seeing others as just ways to complete your objectives. like npcs or maps.

and when it comes to using people, jamil viper is king. or, for ortho's purposes, the ultimate survival guide.

ortho shapes himself into a model night raven college student — kind, charming, and sweet for the teachers, but just mischievous and rude enough to still fit in with the students.

he goes to housewarden meetings with idia to "gain leadership experience", taking notes and hearing out of every single little idea he can get his hands on (these are the people who have not just survived, but thrived. they must be doing something right). one time, riddle even pats his head and praises him for his proactiveness.

his classmates adore him for always been willing to help and being so calm about even the worst outcomes.

ortho makes himself as available as possible to the rest of ignihyde, brushing off homework or studying to help them with whatever they need — fixing game consoles, wiring in controllers, checking the internet connection, et cetera.

eventually, everyone believes in him almost as fiercely as scarabia believed in jamil, once upon a time.

ortho doesn't like telling all of these lies, but it's necessary to protect himself. it's like grinding to earn coins until you have enough money to buy that special armor in the shopkeeper's store.

...or maybe it's more like those cheesy dress-up flash games ortho used to play all the time — fleshing out the perfect outfit and hairstyle and makeup that'll earn you the most points.

if people feel like they need him, he'll be able to breeze through school without any more problems. he's put the whole system on easy mode! it feels a bit like cheating, almost.

it is like a game, isn't it? it's fun.

(at some point, ortho forgets how to stop.)

as for epel... well, he knows that his sudden snappish behavior towards the other pomefiore students won't go unnoticed for too long. but this is one of his only ways of venting, so he needs it to go under the radar long enough for him to... to squeeze out all of this sudden venom that's built up in him.

epel's not oblivious. he knows how sebek and ortho have changed over the weeks, and he knows why. but epel can't pull off "repressed" like sebek, and neither can he suddenly turn into the best person ever like ortho. but they do have the right idea about taking inspiration from jamil, so epel can fall back on what there is left: gaslighting.

every time kalim blacked out, jamil blamed it on him being sick. every time someone thought kalim was being awfully uncharacteristic, jamil called it a "mood swing". every time someone asked jamil about why kalim was acting so weird, jamil claimed ignorance.

at least, that's what yuu tells epel.

and it's perfect.

so now, every time someone confronts epel about his overly critical behavior, he lies and says he's doing it for their own good. you need pressure to make a diamond, after all. and besides — vil won't settle for anything less than absolutely perfect.

("i'm just trying to catch your mistakes before he does. and i think you and i can both agree that i'm a lot nicer than he is about it.")

every time vil confronts epel about all of the complaints he's been hearing from the other students about how epel's been tearing down their ideas for outfits and hairstyles with no mercy, and disregarding all of their achievements as "not good enough" to be proud over, epel dons a confused face.

("vil, between studying for tests and the crazy physical regiment you have me do, i barely have time for myself. you honestly think i have the energy to criticize other people?")

epel even starts turning people against each other so they won't focus on him. epel subtly threatens to take away the upperclassmen's position in the hierarchy, which sets up the other underclassmen as a threat, and epel grouses to the underclassmen that the upperclassmen look down on them for not living up to pomefiore standards, under the guise of regular teenage bitching.

but all of this, combined with their self-entitlement, leads to a mini-war in pomefiore. but since this is, well, pomefiore, where being perfect and poised is the standard, the others make sure never make it obvious in front of vil or rook.

epel plays everybody like a fiddle, and ensures that none of it can be traced back to him. it's a good way to get out his frustration. and hey — it seems like everybody's upped their game along the way. vil seems pretty happy that everybody's improving in their efforts so greatly, practically overnight!

epel wakes up with a feeling of accomplishment everyday. for once, it seems he did something right.

now if only rook could stop looking so somber...

then we come to yuu, whose inner darkness has been left to fester all year. if people think they can treat them like a ragdoll, it's only fair they do the same.

there's a lot yuu doesn't have, but one thing they're really lacking is a bit of respect. that's what it means to be magicless in an arcane academy. you're at the bottom of the food chain.

and look at what a bit of self-interest can do for you! yuu studies in the library until late into the night, burning the metaphorical candle at both ends, learning everything they can about magic until they're more well-versed in it than most students in the school. yuu starts making potions that aren't nearly as good as azul's, but they're cheap and work well enough. they start making study guides for others with their new-found knowledge, even if they do bristle with the fact that a damned study guide is what caught them in azul's tentacles in the first place. they start learning anything and everything, clinging to whatever scraps of knowledge they can write down.

with this, they successfully make their case for why they should join ace and deuce's business. eventually, they're just as feared as they are among the other first-years.

but that's not enough for yuu. the power of fear is nice, but the power of controlling other people would be much more cathartic.

so that's what they do. while ace is more focused on monetary gain, yuu uses their mountains of blackmail to convince others to do whatever they want.

if crowley throws another ridiculous task at them, yuu simply hoists it off to somebody else to do. if ramshackle dorm needs a few repairs, it's only a matter of contacting a few people before a whole construction crew paid off by somebody else comes knocking at their door. and they'll do it, if they don't want to get kicked out of the school or have their reputation ruined.

but somehow, even with all of this, yuu sets themself up as the nicest out of their little trio. they're willing to let payments slide from time to time. they listen to their clients' problems. they take constructive criticism and always seem to improve in their potions and study guides based on feedback. and if you do do yuu a favor, they'll give you certain favors right back.

so even when yuu is a covetous, greedy, all-consuming shark, the students still think they're so very, very nice. because compared to ace and deuce, what else is there to think?

but this can only go on for so long. and yuu knows that.

one day, they get called to the headmage's office. yuu is already going through their contact list — a list that's quadrupled ever since they joined forces with ace and deuce — to see who'd be willing to do them a teensy little favor for them, but when they step through the door, they pause.

inside the office are all the housewardens, their vices, the teachers, and everybody else yuu has grown to know over the past year.

yuu narrows their eyes as riddle steps forward.

"yuu," riddle starts sternly, "from one housewarden to another, i believe we need to talk."

^

(i will address everyone's reactions in a reblog, because this is honestly getting really, really long, lol. but don't worry, the reactions are coming! 🥺)

(but i should mention that there is already a good reblog of the original post by @thenumberhuntress which addresses the upperclassmen's reactions that you can find here. go read it. it's peak.)

(once again, thank you for the great ask! this was fun to make!)

[lumdays]

silly stuff i made a while back

[saayatsumu]

checkmate, bitch

[nonovyabuisness]

A fun question popped into my head while I was watching old twisted wonderland gacha videos.

What would happen if other Twisted Wonderland characters overbloted ?

How difficult would it be to deal with them ?

How would their unique magic work in this state ?

So I have decided to make a list of headcanons for all of the non-overblot NRC students answering those questions.

Heartslabyul

Ace Trappola ❤️ :

-considering the fact that he doesn’t have his unique magic yet, he would be less difficult to deal with then others.

- But his wind magic could make things get out of hand so he still remains a threat.

- There’s not much I can say about him tbh.

Deuce Spade ♠️ :

- Already more of a problem than Ace !

- Not only is he more used to fighting without magic.

- But his Unique Magic [Bet the limit] would allow him to stock up all the damage dealt to him only to send it back to his attacker twofold.

- You would have to BET your life every time you attacked him, the only way to stop him would be to keep hitting him and hope you beat him before he releases your attacks back to you.

Cater Diamond ♦️ :

- 1 overblot is already bad.

- Now imagine that Overblot duplicating itself, all of its copies having the same abilities as the original.

- Cater’s [Split Card] boosted by the Phantom would make him an absolute nightmare.

- And he’s also pretty skilled in magic due to him being a third year.

- Let’s not forget that Cater canonically beat Floyd with his Unique Magic, He is not messing around !

Trey Clover 🍀 :

- ALSO A MASSIVE PROBLEM.

- Trey’ s [Doodle Suit] allows him to overwrite any element he chooses, including other people’s magic (As seen against Riddle’s overblot during Book 1).

- His Unique Magic is OP in this scenario especially when it is boosted by the Phantom.

- Imagine not being able to do anything at all against Trey, if it’s THAT boosted even Malleus could potentially be weakened.

- Also a 3rd year like Cater so he is definitely more adept at using magic than a regular 1st or 2nd year.

(- side tangent : In the English Manga of Twisted Wonderland, Trey’s Unique Magic is called [Doodle Suit] in the 2nd volume but it’s changed to [Paint the roses] in the 3rd volume. Like, make up your mind.)

Savanaclaw

Ruggie Bucchi 🍩 :

- Remember when he could control an entire crowd of people with his Unique Magic after drinking a potion from Azul ?

- Imagine how many people he could control now that he has a constant buff from his Phantom…

- That is terrifying.

- He could use your friends and family as a meat shield, he could force you to kill them.

- If he overblots at least one person is going to die or be severely wounded.

Jack Howl 🐺 :

- Physically speaking, Jack could do a lot of damage.

- And he can definitely maul someone by transforming into a wolf with [Unleash Beast].

- But other than those, he would be similar to Ace in the way that he is not that OP compared to others.

Octavinelle

Jade & Floyd Leech 🦈 :

- Hear me out, they would definitely overblot at the same time.

- And there would be hell to pay.

- Jade’s [Shock the heart] won’t be useful in battle, but Floyd’s [Bind the heart] would allow all attacks to miss both him and Jade.

- And while you could potentially make that magic fail by making Floyd demotivated. Something tells me that Jade might be able to make sure THAT doesn’t happen.

- They have been working together since they were born and have survived a brutal ocean. They can work together almost perfectly (as seen in the Octavinelle book)

- I also believe that they would revert back to their mer-form like Azul did and therefore be just as fast on land as they are in the sea.

(- also it’s implied that Jade chose Floyd out of all his siblings and both of them either killed/canibalized or let their siblings die. The Ocean is its own kind of unforgiving jungle.)

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim 🔱 :

-Kalim’s overblot would be sad not because of his backstory but because unlike the others overblots.

- He would (un)consciously use his Unique Magic [Oasis Maker] (a symbol of life) to drown both himself and everyone else.

- After all he can fill up an entire dried river while using very little magic, imagine that paired with the Phantom Boost.

- He would probably overblot because of guilt or pent up sadness and that would lead him to…

Flood the whole world with his tears.

Pomefiore

Rook Hunt 🪶:

- While not physically dangerous, Rook is an excellent hunter and manipulator.

- He knows almost everything about everyone.

- He knows how they look, how they act, who they cherish most and what their weaknesses are.

- His objective would probably be to capture every person that he finds ‘beautiful’ and to try and keep them by his side forever like precious art pieces.

- FULL ON YANDERE

- Worst part is his Unique Magic [I see you] allows him to know EXACTLY where you are. And you won’t know if you you have been targeted by him since it’s magical signature is extremely weak.

- It also works on objects !

- Even if you manage to hide somewhere he can’t reach, he could still use a family member or another loved one to lure you out.

- He’s not scary because he is super-powerful, he is scary because he knows exactly what you are going to do and how to exploit your weaknesses.

Epel Felmier 🍎 :

— While normally he wouldn’t too threatening due to him being a weaker magician than Vil.

- His Unique Magic [Sleep Kiss] allows him to trap people/robots into crystal coffins that make the victim fall asleep.

- They would be forever trapped inside a glass coffin making them unable to be hurt but also unable to stop Epel.

- The only saving grace is that Epel’s Unique Magic has a 75% hit rate. So there’s a 25% chance that he misses. It’s better than nothing !

Ignihyde

They technically both overbloted. So….next.

Diasomnia

Lilia Vanrouge 🦇 :

- Him overblotting would probably make all of his magic come back as if he was in his prime.

- And Lilia is scary powerful to begin with but he can potentially go toe to toe with Malleus if he has both his experience as well as his original magical and physical abilities (as seen in Book 7).

- His Unique Magic wouldn’t be very useful in this case but he is still a very big threat to everyone around him while he’s in Overblot.

Silver (Vanrouge) 🗡️ :

- Similar to Jack in the sense that…

- While he is physically powerful (swordsmanship and being taught by Lilia) and is probably extremely adept at using magic.

- I don’t think he is too much of a threat since his Unique Magic [Meet in a dream] only works if he’s asleep and won’t affect anyone who is awake.

- So unless his Unique Magic somehow becomes like Malleus (makes everyone fall asleep/ traps everyone in a dream) or he overblots while everyone is asleep.

- He won’t be too much of a threat unlike others.

Sebek Zigvolt 🐊 :

- While less powerful than Silver and less adept at magic (according to book 7 anyway).

- Sebek’s [ Living Bolt] would make him a bit more threatening due to his Unique Magic allowing him to turn his body into lightning allowing him to be faster and stronger.

- And while the boost will make it so he can use his magic for longer periods of time, I have no doubt that it would cause him so much pain that he would be weak enough to be defeated.

Here we are, my hand hurts and I spent two hours on this !

Feel free to add your own headcanons to this rant !

Have a good day/night !

[inkblot22]

Can You Keep A Little Secret?

JFC this took me longer than usual I'm so sorry anon. I sort of explained it before, but I didn't exactly use your prompt, based on ineptitude on my part. After I finish reading Oshi no Ko, I might try again! Line divider by @/cafekitsune.

This fic is aimed towards sort of everyone, but the reader possesses afab features (they don't come into play until later, this chapter has no mention of them.) You'll understand what I mean by it being for everyone if you read the first paragraph or so. It has to do with suspending your belief/ employing your imagination.

TW for: lots of confusion, semi-shy reader, creep behavior, mention of death, mention of lobotomy/grippy sock jail, reincarnation. These warnings will get worse, and this takes place when all characters are 18+.

Waking up was never your favorite part of the day, but that feeling increases tenfold when you wake up in someone else’s body. You know for sure you didn’t look like this last week, and the name on your ID is similar to your own, but you don’t recognize the face in the mirror. Whoever you’re inhabiting has a few similar features to your own, but your skin was never this dewy, your eyes never so… hollow and strange. 

When you looked up your name, you found out that you, or your body, at least, had died in your sleep. When you looked up the name on that ID, you found out that you’re the child of some big business man and a prolific model, and you apparently dabble in acting. Your dad isn’t your dad, but he calls you every night to make sure you’re settling into your “new” apartment. Your mom isn’t your mom, but she has popped by once or twice to ask you how you’ve been and make you really good food. She mentioned last night that your acting instructor was worried, since you hadn’t attended your Thursday classes, and also that your agent has been trying to contact you. You didn’t know you had an agent.

When you called your agent, who was literally just titled “Agent” in your new phone, she sounded relieved then irritated, chiding you for living the high life too fast. She said you weren’t popular or loved enough to go on week-long benders, and then she mentioned that she had a job for you and she’d see you on Thursday. According to this phone that isn’t yours, Thursday was tomorrow. 

You made a night of getting prepared- slathering on the fancy face masks, trying on various outfits, scrolling through the pictures on the phone of your new body in the past, painting your really gorgeous nails- and then you went to sleep and woke up to a phone call from your new dad. 

“Hi, sweetheart!”

“Uh… hi, Dad…” You mumbled. You didn’t know him from Adam, but there was no point in being rude to him.

He pauses, and then he speaks slowly, “Did you hear from your agent, honey?”

“Yeah- yeah I did, uh, I have acting class in a little, and she said she has a job for me.”

“Oh, I’m glad to hear it! You know you can always visit me if something is wrong, okay? Just call me or Devin and he’ll come get you as soon as possible.”

You don’t know who Devin is, but you don’t point it out, “Of course. Thank you, dad.”

There was another pause. This one stretches out for a while and then he mumbles, “Okay… love you, sweetpea.”

“Uh… love you too. I’ll call you when I get back home?”

“Sure thing. Bye bye.”

The call ends with a click and you hop in the shower, trying to scrub away the confusion. You pair the lotion with a body spray that makes you smell like a summer afternoon in an apple orchard, and then you dress yourself in a soft off the shoulder sweater dress with a pair of tights with little sequins and gems sewn onto the sheer black material. You pull your hair back, tied at the nape of your neck, and roll on some lip gloss. You grab your bag, which isn’t your bag, and stroll out, walking down the street to get to the talent agency.

The receptionist looks at you in some measure of shock and greets you kindly. You smile and wave. He looks even more confused as you clomp into the stairwell. Once you get to the third floor, mildly out of breath, you hurry to room 3-5 and silently slide into the back.

You’re not sure why you’re acting so covert, as the class hasn’t even started. A woman with dark hair strolls in and flinches when she sees you sitting there, your new name tumbling from her lips with confusion.

“Hello.” You hope that she’s the instructor, “How are you?”

She looks at you like you grew two heads and forces a smile, “Oh, I’m well, dear. Give me a moment to look outside.”

She clicks to the window in her heels and opens the blinds looking around wildly before she turns back to you.

“Well, nothing’s on fire and there’s a distinct lack of flying pigs, so I guess you’re finally serious about getting better at acting?” 

“Uh… I…?” You don’t know how to respond, “I didn’t realize I’d been late so often.”

“Late? Half the time you didn’t even show up. The only person worse than you is-”

The door behind you opens. You clench your hands to stop the shaking you just realized you were struggling with, and turn slightly in your seat to see a willowy young man, tousled lavender hair being haphazardly smoothed by his slender hands.

The instructor snorts, “Speak of the devil. Hello, Mr. Felmier.”

He smiles, but it’s a bit too calculated. When he speaks, his voice is soft, almost artificial, “Ah ha… Good morning, Angie.”

Angie, evidently, rolls her eyes and takes a seat at the front of the room, crossing her long legs, and tilts her head skeptically, “Sure. If a satellite doesn’t crash in this room and kill us all in the middle of class, I’ll be shocked.”

“Mr. Felmier” walks over and smiles at you. It seems even more strained than before, and keeps eye contact with you as he points to the chair next to you, his voice high and sweet, “Mind if I sit here?”

“Oh, of course not. I don’t own that chair, haha!” You joke. 

His face twitches, some micro expression that you’re just observant enough to notice, but not to see, and he takes a seat. Angie gets up and leaves and you look out the window. You can feel eyes on you, and when you turn to look at him, his face is impassive save for a slight narrowing of his eyes. You look down at yourself and pat your cheeks, suddenly nervous.

“Oh, no, is there something on me?” You ask.

He doesn’t immediately respond, his eyes blinking so fast that if he hadn’t done it twice you would have never seen the movement, and then he gives you that sweet, plastic smile, “Oh, no. Your makeup is different than usual. It looks nice. Pretty.”

“I- I’m only wearing lipgloss, so I guess that’s why. Thank you.”

He nods slowly, and tilts his head, still smiling as though he’s trained to do so, “After we’re done here, did you want to go get brunch together?”

You’re about to say no. You don’t remember him, because this is not your life you’re living, but if you did know him, you’d decline anyway. Something feels funny about him. You don’t really have to decline, though, since you have to go down to floor 2 and see your agent afterwards anyway, “Oh, uh, I’m so sorry. I have to do something after.”

“I can wait.”

“I don’t want to put you out. Maybe another time?”

His eyebrows pinch together ever so slightly and his smile doesn’t strain, but it feels wrong as he leans his elbow on the back of his chair to better face you, “Did you hear the news from Mirelle?”

“What news?” You don’t know who Mirelle is.

“Oh, you’re meeting with her afterwards, aren’t you?” He smooths the hair along your temple so it is slicked behind your ear, “Are you wearing that perfume I got you? You said you hated it.”

Okay, so whoevers body this was definitely knew this man, and now you don’t even know his full name. Judging from the way he’s speaking to you, you were friends at least. Your lashes flutter and you look away from him.

“I- I’m sorry. It smells very nice.” You don’t know how you’re supposed to be acting. The irony of waiting for an acting class while not knowing what your role here happens to be is not lost on you.

Felmier sits up like you insulted him and his voice is quiet, so quiet and tense that you don’t think you’re supposed to hear him, “Interesting.” 

You glance at him again, “What?”

“I didn’t say anything. You like that bagel place down the street, don’t you? After you see Mirelle, meet me in the lobby. I think we should have a chat.” Although he is smiling, his voice doesn’t leave any room for argument as he turns back to the front. 

You stand up, leaving your purse in your seat, and walk to the window, looking out of it for a moment until Angie strolls back in. She clicks her tongue and you walk back to your seat.

“It’s just you two? Now I’m really expecting a freak accident. Well, let’s get started.”

Acting class was… interesting. Since it was just the three of you, Angie had you read lines from a script and act out some kind of argument. She seemed pleased with your performance, but Felmier kept stumbling over his lines and making the wrong expression. He seemed tense by the time the two hour long session was over. You didn’t want to follow that thread, and besides, you had somewhere to be. You went down the stairs again and bumped into a woman with silver hair, who looked at you just as confused as everyone else had been, and smiled sweetly, genuinely.

“Hey, you. You’re a bit early.” She says.

“Uh, yeah. I guess so? I don’t know.” You guessed this was supposed to be Mirelle, your agent, maybe. 

“It’s a good change, babe. Why don’t you come into my office?” She doesn’t really ask, since she’s already leading you over.

She takes a seat behind her desk and you take a seat in front of her, and she taps away at her computer for a moment before she says something.

“You remember Epel? Epel Felmier?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

“Oh? You ‘guess so’? Not that the two of you are constantly arguing, or anything.” She smirks, glancing away from her monitor to look at you, “Regardless, I’ve got something that will help with your little PR nightmare last month. What were you thinking?”

“Uh, I’m sorry.”

Her eyes narrow a fraction, but whatever she was thinking is ignored, “You and Epel are gonna be collaborating on an upcoming short film. Hopefully the two of you don’t get into another screaming match.”

“Um. Yeah. Hopefully.” All this new information and these new people are making your head spin. You don’t want to start panicking- you did enough of that last week- but you’re already exhausted. You wonder if there’s a back entrance to this building so you can just sneak out and don’t have to talk to Epel again. You don’t think you can mentally handle him talking to you over a cup of coffee.

Your agent, Mirelle, is looking at you expectantly, like she just said something. Your heart jumps into your throat, then sinks to your gut and you clear your throat quietly, shifting in your chair.

She laughs airily, “Oh, you didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”

You shake your head, and she laughs again.

“I just said that production starts Monday. Try not to do anything crazy. This project is monumentally important for your public image.”

“Okay. Sorry for causing so much trouble in the past.” You mutter, standing up.

She shrugs with a happy little grin, “Oh, you’re young. Maybe you’ll grow out of it.”

You just nod. How are you supposed to even respond to that? If you get mad, you’ll probably get hysterical, and if you get hysterical, that is a one way ticket to a stay in grippy sock jail or a lobotomy. Rich people are different, and even though you’re living in some rich person’s body, you did not live this life for longer than a week. 

You purposely walk to the other staircase. Most buildings have two for fire safety. Your eyes water as you pause on the stairs and you sigh before you start descending them. 

Just as you get to the exit, your hand on the door, you hear a voice behind you, “Hey.”

It scares you out of your skin. You jump and spin and squawk, only to meet the wicked smile of Epel. It doesn’t reach his round blue eyes. He tilts his head from side to side, slowly, as if appraising you, and then he starts walking towards you and you push back against the door, opening it ever so slightly. He stops his motion and looks a tad surprised.

Then his eyes narrow, “Come back in.”

His voice sounds different, rougher. You don’t really want to, but it’s hot outside and you figure from all the odd looks and reactions you’ve gotten, running would be too erratic for this poor person’s life you’ve taken over. 

When you close the door and remain leaned against it, Epel’s face relaxes. You didn’t even realize he was making any sort of tense expression. He glances at the spandrel, the area beneath the stairs, and sighs.

“You hit your head last week? That why you were missin’?” Yeah, he’s speaking entirely differently. He has a sort of charming country twang to his voice, an underlying roughness that makes him seem even more boyish than before.

“Huh?”

“‘Huh?’” He mocks, looking back at you. He looks like he might cry, but his eyes are angry, “That all you got to say? For years you’ve told me that I don’t mean shit, and now you’re actin’ like you don’t even know me.”

He is right. You don’t know him at all. Even though you’re still in the cool building, you begin to sweat. You don’t know what to say to this without going through the experiences you’ve had in the past week, so you decide you don’t have to, especially since it seems like he may get aggressive if you say the wrong thing.

You lean hard against the aptly named panic bar, turn on your heel once outside, and take off running. It dawns on you a little late that he might be following, or, seven forbid, that he knows where you live, so you take a different route as dictated by your GPS and call your new father as soon as you get in the building.

It’s the middle of the work day, so he obviously doesn’t pick up. You unlock the apartment door and pant breathlessly, leaving a hasty voicemail, “O-oh, great seven- ugh- okay, hi, Dad. I told you I’d call you when I get home, so that’s what I’m doing. Hope I didn’t disrupt a meeting or whatever. Call me back, bye.”

You flop face down on the bed and groan, rolling onto your back as the ringtone that you would never choose goes off. In bold white letters on the screen, it says “Bumpkin Boy” with no other indication of who it might be. You pick up.

The voice on the other end sounds heated, a quiet mocking lilt to it, “Bet you went home, huh?”

Your blood runs cold and your very ability to speak is ripped from your lips.

“S’okay. You don’t have to talk. I could pay you a little visit, see what it’s like to live like a nepo baby for a day, but I think…” He pauses, and when he next speaks you hear the smile in his voice, “I think I’ll just wait for Monday, since you owe me a coffee date, don’t you?”

He hangs up after that. You stand up and double-check that you’ve locked the door before you hide in your closet and try not to start hyperventilating. You can’t even beat yourself up for this one. These circumstances are entirely out of your control.

[ambagel]

SOBBING I LOVE THIS EVENT

I love him so MUCH 🤧 He wants to protect his mom it's ADORABLE

This whole scene was very entertaining to me because first of all yes deuce, get his ass

Second of all yes epel, get his ass

Third of all he is PISSED

Fourth, I think Ortho was very funny

Also I screenshotted Grim weirdly and I feel the need to add it

His eyes 😔

[fluffle-writes]

Oh! I DIDNT even think about the apples going bad for Epel! Does the bad apples effect him, or is he tech safe letting the fall off naturally? Speaking of his health! Do his wings or branches change along with his health or emotions?

They don't fall off naturally, so Epel's apples will need a little help coming off if they stay on the branches a little too long - he used to just bash them against trees or rocks to dislodge the apples. (This is similar to how deer will dislodge their antlers!)

Eventually, Vil intervened and started assisting Epel in removing them in a less... Destructive manner (He was NOT happy about all the bark scraped off of trees and gouges in stone walls around Pomefiore territory lol.)

If he doesn't dislodge a bad apple for any reason, it'll start decaying on his horns and just feel kinda bad - like a headache except it's in his entire skull and neck and shoulders.

The rotting apple may also give off magical fumes that cause disorientation in people around him, and it can even cause hallucinations for those who are more susceptible to magical interference (such as a wayward magicless human)

As for his wings and branches!

His branches may need to be pruned occasionally if there are any odd growths - as long as it's done correctly there's no pain, but mistakes can cause the branches to leak a viscous, BRIGHT red liquid. (his blood.) They're much more sturdy than actual wood - he often uses them as a weapon if he needs to fight someone.

If he feels particularly threatened, his branches may darken and develop a hard shell to become even more sturdy - although this takes a lot of energy out of him, and it can take him some time to recover that energy after the danger is gone.

His wings are a little different to Vil and Rook's wings, as he's inspired by those angel statues (due to the fact that stone is a resilient material, and Epel is a resilient individual. But also Epel, early in the game, perceived Pomefiore as stifling and restrictive - like the movements of a statue.)

That is to say, his wings are constructed of a stone- like material (although much more manoeuvrable and light - more like bone but also not. It works because Weirdcore can make anything work lol) he often has to polish them and patch any cracks or scrapes so they can heal properly, as well as prevent moss or lichen from growing and restricting his movement. Vil had an absolute field day fixing up Epel's wings when he first got his grasp on the first-year.

They're constructed like layers of hard feathers, which can splay out and increase the perceived size of him by a significant amount. He almost tried posturing like that when he first encountered some of his larger upperclassmen, who are used to similar panic responses from newer entrants to NRC.

[Weirdcore AU Masterlist Here!]

[jabberwocky-warrior]

Incorrect quotes part 2

These arent that funny but i got bored

tw Food (pizza, cake, garlic sauce)

[screamintoad]

I Wish I Was You

A/n: I started this ages ago but since I’m stuck on bed rest I finally finished it, hence the pacing changing about halfway through

  The SDC has come to an end and the team has returned to campus. Some with heavier hearts than others about the events that had transpired. Blanche solemnly followed behind her peers to their dorm. She lagged behind Epel as Vil and Rook led the way to the mirror portal. Rook was the first to notice her change in demeanor, he continued walking but turned to look at her. He took note of her slouch and dragging footsteps. “Is everything okay, Petit Rouge?” Now Vil paused his steps altogether. “Blanche?” He called out a little louder than Rook’s question. “Hm?” Blanche blinked and shot her head up from the floor. “What’s up?” She wondered. Vil sighed and shook his head. He waved for Epel to go on ahead through the mirror. Epel rolled his eyes but a stern look made him go. Vil turned back to Blanche, “What’s up is you. You’ve been out of it since we got back.” He looked between the mirror and the bottom of the stairs leading from the mirror chamber. “Do you want to go to your special spot?” He asked, any possible criticism is long gone. She glanced in the same direction as him. “Are you sure?” Her voice faltered, “After everything that happened I want to make sure you’re okay.” Rook noticed the atmosphere and also went through the mirror.

  Vil gave her a closed smile, “I’m fine. If you need your time then take it, just don’t be out too long after dark. You’re still my sister after all.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “By bond, not blood.” Blanche stated. Vil shushed her, “I’ve had a long week let me have this.” They laughed at their antics and finally Blanche took a step back down, “Thank you, I…think I need to clear my head.” Vil nodded along. “Go on, but remember what I said. Don’t be out too long after dark.” “I won’t.” She assured him. At that, she made her way back down the stairs and out of the mirror chamber.

  She ventured past the gates that surrounded the campus and continued on her way down an overgrown path. Soon enough she made it to a clearing in the forest that showed off a beautiful meadow. She fell back onto the soft grass and let out a sigh she didn’t realize she was holding. She pulled herself up to sit and pulled her knees toward her. The thoughts of this week’s events came flooding back to her. The SDC, losing the SDC, Vil’s overblot, almost losing Vil. It was all too much.

  Too much in such a short time.

  Tears slowly began rolling down her cheeks and onto her skirt. A nearby bird chirping caught her attention until a hand reached out to wipe a tear off her face. Blanche jolted before seeing who it was, a pair of familiar aurora eyes shone brightly in the sunlight as they peered into her own violet ones. “Are you okay?” His soft voice wasn’t strange to her but this time it was laced with concern. “Uhm…yes, yes! I’m fine. Thank you Silver.” A moment passed with him examining her every move. She felt her face flush with embarrassment and huddled closer to herself. “You seem physically fine. What happened to make you cry?” She waved him off. “It’s nothing you need to fret over.” 

  He shook his head and sat beside her, “It’s not “nothing” if it made you upset.” She dug her nails into her palms and chewed the inside of her cheek. 

  Casted in the warm glow of the meadow, the two blurted out a statement that the other couldn’t believe, “I wish I was you.”

 Blanche’s expression widened into shock, “What? Why? I’m a mess, I’m sometimes rude and brash.” Silver put his hand on her shoulder to pause her prattling. “Those are true, but you’re also incredibly kind and honest. I wish I could make friends as easily as you.” Blanche forced back a smile, “And I wish I was as brave and strong as you. Maybe then I could’ve saved Vil.” Silver shook his head, “I don’t think anything could’ve changed those events.” Blanche quirked a brow, “You know about his overblot?” He nodded, “The young master mentioned it when he came back to the dorm. He said that Rory had told him about it when he arrived.” She hummed in acknowledgment. 

  A few moments of silence passed before Silver spoke up again. “You’re so bright and warm towards the people around you. Even if you don’t know them, you’ll still help out those in need. That’s admirable. I wish I could do it as well.” Blanche couldn’t hide her smile anymore, “If anything you’re more admirable, with your bravery and courage, your kindness and honor. You’re the epitome of a knight out of a fairy tale.” The young man shared her smile.

  They basked in the peace until Silver began to doze off. Blanche didn’t notice until she felt his head flop onto her shoulder. She looked between him and the setting sun before begrudgingly shaking him awake. He jolted upright and looked around as if something was going to attack him. “Everything’s fine! You fell asleep so I woke you up. That way you’re not heading back to your dorm too late.” She assured him. Silver sleepily nodded. He dragged himself up to his feet and held out his hand to her, “Let me escort you to the mirrors, please. I don’t quite want our time to end yet.”

  Blanche’s face felt like it was on fire, she could only imagine how red her face was. Yet, she still gently took his hand. He pulled her up onto her feet and she knew one thing. 

  If anything were to happen, she would be safe with him.

  They continued some small talk as they walked. In the glory of the setting sun, silver admired gold and gold loved silver.

[twistedblunderhand]

The body diversity is so sad in twst (the game specifically), so here is who i think would be fat. because they deserve it /pos ((i dont think ive done this before, if i have please hit me with a comedically large hammer)) cw/tw for weight/food mention under the cut

Azul- I. Love. Fat. Azul. I can kind of understand why he's skinny in the game, but he deserves to be fat!!! Especially once he heals. plus like.. he's based off of URSALA!! A fat drag queen. They made a fat drag queen into a twink. Again, I understand why based on his character arc, but it still sucks they deprived us of that kind of representation Trey- he literally bakes all the time and grew up in a bakery, he has chub on him Epel- He lives on a farm, i feel like growing up he'd be encouraged to eat a lot. he is still super strong ofc. I also just like the idea of having Pomefiore's upcoming "most beautiful person" or like, "secret weapon" being fat for that representation. You can even lean into the pun more by giving him an "apple" body type Kalim- Rich kid who never really has to work who eats a ton. Hell, the character he is based on is fat. Don't be cowards Disney Idia- I am 50/50 on this.. but i am putting him here since there are so many depiction of "isolated gamers who hate exercise and going outside" who are skinny sticks, when a lot of people who are like that aren't and i think it gives unrealistic standards. That being said, i know a lot of people who are like that who are skinny because they just don't eat that much, but fat Idia would be awesome

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Leona Kingscholar - Nightmare Suit Vignette

"What makes a qualified king"

[Halloween Town – Town Hall]

Leona: You want to hear more about the Halloween we celebrate back home? We've already come up with enough ideas for you.

Jack Skellington: Well, you guys have so many fresh ideas. I want you to teach me everything you know, without skipping a thing.

Epel: Without skipping a thing… Hmm, was there anything else?

Epel: Oh yeah, don't the people in this town wear any costumes for Halloween?

Jack Skellington: Costumes?

Epel: Yes! We dress up like mummies, werewolves, vampires and other sorts of monsters to scare people.

Riddle: When it comes to scaring… I don't think any of that would be any different for the residents here.

Epel: Oh, right… Hmmm, I'm sorry, I can't think of anything better.

Jack Skellington: No, you're fine. Basically, you're saying that you dress differently than you normally do, right? That also sounds interesting.

Jack Skellington: Might not be too bad to have big ears, a tail, sharp fangs and claws to become a werewolf.

Epel: Jack-san… a werewolf?

Leona: Kekek, I can see that making things even more confusing.

Leona: Regardless, it's much too early to be talking about next Halloween.

Jack Skellington: Too early? Not at all.

Jack Skellington: Once this year's Halloween is over, we only have 364 days until next Halloween.

Riddle: Indeed. I agree in that it may not be too early. Even this time, we are all working on a tight schedule…

Riddle: If you were to create a rough plan now, there'll be more time for preparations next year.

Leona: I get what you're saying. But there's no saying whether our Halloween will even be successful.

Leona: We haven't even finished the prep for this coming Halloween.

Leona: I think it'd be best for us to give our brains and bodies a rest to make sure we can even prepare everything properly.

Jack Skellington: Yeah, it's important to take breaks. But once this Halloween is over, you guys are going back to your own world, right?

Jack Skellington: And during the day, we're all so busy with preparations. I want to hear all your stories while I can.

Leona: Your eagerness to learn is astounding. If that's the case, then there's someone else who can help you better.

Leona: Hey, Idia.

Idia: Eeek!? D-Don't just pan the camera over to me… Why me, anyway…?

Leona: "Why"? Well, obviously because you're the Housewarden of the dorm Ignihyde, which adheres to the diligent spirit of the Lord of the Underworld.

Jack Skellington: The Lord of the Underworld? That sounds fascinating. Idia-kun, tell me more.

Idia: T-T-T-Tell you more? More what? I mean, s-sure, I know all his lore, but I don't want to give a presentation, or anything…!

Epel: Right, since Jack-san is the King of Halloween… That means he'd be considered the Lord of this town, right?

Leona: You can't judge someone just by their title. A king is only as good as what actions they take.

Leona: Although I'm pretty interested in what exactly the King of Halloween is expected to do, too.

Jack Skellington: What I do? Well, of course, that's to make Halloween as frightening as possible.

Idia: I-I mean, since you're the King of Halloween, you just gotta hype up Halloween, right? I guess…

Riddle: In order to make Halloween as frightening as possible, what exactly do you do?

Jack Skellington: Let me think. I'd drive a cart…

Epel: You drive…?

Jack Skellington: Or take walks in the cemetery with Zero…

Idia: And walk your dog…?

Jack Skellington: And I'll also read, or do experiments.

Riddle: Reading is one thing, but what sort of experiments does one need to do on Halloween…?

Jack Skellington: And finally… It's also my job to look over the townsfolk's proposals that the mayor has gathered.

Leona: Ah, there we go, finally something that sounds appropriate.

Leona: But you're telling me that the king goes through everyone's proposals personally? I bet there's a more efficient way to do it.

Jack Skellington: No, not at all. I need to take everyone's ideas and bring them together to make the best Halloween ever.

Jack Skellington: Wait, yeah, that's it. The king is someone who can bring everyone together.

Epel: I see. So, that's why you're the King of Halloween.

Idia: Ugh… There's no way I'd ever be able to bring everyone together like that…

Riddle: I cannot allow you to wallow like that. It is a Housewarden's job to keep the students together.

Leona: Hey, now, Riddle, don't bully the guy. That's way too much to ask of that gloomy kid.

Leona: But, huh, never expected bringing everyone together to be considered what makes a qualified king here. Guess it's much easier to decide a king here in this town than in other places.

[Halloween Town – Center]

Mayor: Now, now, everyone work quickly! We must hurry to finish making all the decorations!

Jack Skellington: Mayor! I've brought all the finished decorations.

Mayor: Oho, these have been made splendidly! I'll get these up on the gate now.

Leona: …I thought I'd take a break around here, but it looks like I should look somewhere else.

Leona: I'm exhausted from all the troubles I've had to deal with. I can just leave the rest of the preparations to the townsfolk… Hm?

Grim: OUTTA THE WAY, GET OUT OF MY WAAAY!

1. Grim, stop! 2. Someone please catch him!

[Mayor's face changes to sad]

Jack Skellington: Mayor, look out!

Mayor: AAAAAAAA HE'S GONNA CRASH RIGHT INTO MEEEEE!!!!

Mayor: H-Huh…? I'm not hurt…

Grim: MYAAAAAH! DON'T PICK ME UP BY MY SCRUFFFF!

Leona: Shut up, stop fussing. Geez, it's just one thing after another with you.

Leona: What did this furball do this time?

1. He ruined a bunch of the decorations…

Leona: So, that's the reason why he's got so many things stuck in his fur after running away without looking where he was going, huh. Leona: There's spider webs, bat wings, and… is this a fish bone? How many decorations did you destroy?

2. He snuck a bunch of the candy…

Leona: There's a lot of crumbs all over Grim's face. …I understand what happened. Leona: You got caught stuffing your face, and just ran away without looking where you were going, huh.

Grim: Humph! Blame the decorations for being in the way!!

Jack Skellington: …

Grim: How dare all these things stick to my beautiful fur… I'll throw off all these weird decorations!!

Grim: HEY, LEONA, LET GO OF ME ALREADY!! LET GO, LET GO, LET GOOOOO!

Jack Skellington: GRAAAAAAAAAH!!

Grim: Eeep!?

Grim: I-I was just joking! And now that my tummy's happy, I'll totally help with the prep now!

Jack Skellington: Then make sure you put the decorations back where they came from. And apologize to everyone you caused problems for.

Grim: Fine…

Jack Skellington: Good. Halloween is right around the corner, you know.

Grim: His bones streeeetched, and he had such sharp teeth just now… That version of Jack was super scary.

Leona: Hey, [Yuu]. Go see Trey and Jamil right now, and tell them everything that happened.

Leona: Since it's those guys, I'm sure they already planned for any sort of possible trouble, but…

Leona: If Grim really did eat so much he's full, then there's no way we'll have enough to eat.

Leona: After you talk to them, do whatever Trey and Jamil tell you to. Got it?

1. I understand. 2. Yessir, right away!

Grim: Gweh!? Hey, [Yuu], don't you grab me by my scruff too!

[Grim and Yuu leave]

Leona: What's left is… Those decorations, huh.

Mayor: That's right. We need to finish decorating the gate as quickly as we can. I'll call the closest people and...

Leona: Hey, now, you planning on having everyone stand in a line and take turns going up and down the ladder to set everything up, or something?

Leona: Just have someone call over the witches.

Leona: These are all light. If they carry them up on their brooms and put up the decorations, it'll be over in less than 30 minutes.

Mayor: Eeeh!? But I'm having the witches do a different task.

Leona: Then have someone else do whatever it is they're doing. Halloween is right around the corner, right?

Leona: Do you all even have time to be lax about all this?

Leona: Pretty sure now's the time you want to start thinking about who should do what to get everything done in the shortest amount of time possible.

Jack Skellington: Yeah, I think you're right, Leona-kun. If we're looking for someone to trade jobs with the witches… I think that guy over there should work.

Jack Skellington: We'll tell the witches to come to the town center and have them do this task.

Mayor: We're going with what Leona-kun says, hm… Then, can I ask you to help on a few other things?

Mayor: You see, we're actually facing delays on this task and that one…

Leona: Haah… I just wanted to rest for a bit.

Leona: But it'd be bad if I just let it be and Halloween is a big failure, since I won't be able to go back home.

Leona: Fine. I'll just do a little bit more work, then.

[Mayor's face changes to glad]

[Halloween Town – Center]

[rabble, rabble]

Halloween Town Resident A: Jack, we've finished with our tasks.

Halloween Town Resident B: We're done, too. Oh, and it sounds like there'll be enough candy made in time, too.

Jack Skellington: That's great! Thanks, everyone.

Leona: …Looks like we somehow made it. Now all we can do is hope Halloween goes off without a hitch.

???: For my part, I apologize for all the troubles I caused.

Leona: Yeah, seriously. You can't possibly imagine the amount of extra work I had to do all because of your tantrum.

Skully: However, ever since you took charge, Leona-san, it seems as though all preparations were completed smoothly.

Skully: Vil-san looked over all the completed delicate needlework, and Idia-san provided so much help with difficult calculations…

Skully: I heard you took everyone's strengths and thoughtfully allocated tasks accordingly.

Leona: I didn't do nothing "thoughtfully." I just gave them stuff I didn't want to do.

Skully: Oh, you are most humble. Yes, even Trey-san and Jamil-san were especially thankful for your consideration.

Skully: Because you see, they were lacking in sweets in a greater number than Jamil-san had initially thought.

Skully: He said, if you had not sent [Yuu]-san to inform them…

Skully: We would have been forced to have a desolate Halloween without candy.

Leona: Heh, well, sorry for makin' him work harder, then.

Skully: …You keep a good eye on everything around you. Not only did you look after your schoolmates, but also the townsfolk.

Skully: You were able to get everyone to work together, despite only having met them only a few days ago… Your skill is a sight to behold.

Jack Skellington: That's right!

Skully: Jack-sama!

Jack Skellington: As everyone finished their tasks, they'd all report to me afterwards, you see.

Jack Skellington: When I told them everything was all thanks to Leona-kun's improvement efforts, everyone was so pleased.

Dr. Finkelstein: That's right. Leona's got quite the head on his shoulders. He's a rather capable young man.

Mayor: Absolutely. Whenever we consulted him, he'd always have an idea ready, and once we implemented it, it always went well.

Sally: It was amazing how he didn't even need to leave the town center, and could figure out the situation and give the right instructions right away…

Skully: He never lifted a finger, and yet he was able to expertly give commands… Heheh, sounds like Leona-san is a king to me.

Skully: Perhaps it could be said, then… That this Halloween came to be thanks to two great kings.

Jack Skellington: Yes, it's just as Skully-kun says. Because a king is someone who can bring everyone together.

Mayor: I agree, you guys are so skilled in keeping everyone on task!

Sally: Both of you have amazing leadership skills.

Dr. Finkelstein: Indeed, we've received great inspiration from all of your original ideas.

Skully: Isn't it amazing, Leona-san? Not only are you receiving high praise from the illustrious Jack-sama, but also from all those who admire him…

Leona: Well, whatever, thanks for all the accolades.

Leona: Just hearing all of you say all that is making me feel idiotic for even putting so much thought into everything.

Leona: If someone is recognized as a king by all those who need and admire them…

Leona: I guess that person really becomes their "king," then.

[Savanaclaw Dorm – Lounge]

Savanaclaw Student A: And that's how we do Halloween at Night Raven College. That was epic!

Savanaclaw Student B: I had just as much fun prepping as I did enjoying the events. Man, I can't believe Halloween's over already.

Jack: What are those guys doing…? They should be getting ready for Spelldrive practice.

Ruggie: Guess they're just sufferin' from what we call the Halloween Blues. Y'see it every year. There's always freshmen who're burned out after.

Ruggie: I mean, I totally get the same "we did it!" feeling, sure. But if they keep lounging around like that…

Leona: Hey, you. How long do all of you plan to laze around?

Savanaclaw Student A/B: AH, HOUSEWARDEN LEONA!

Leona: It's almost time for Spelldrive practice to start… You guys must be feeling pretty good to not even be changed yet, huh.

Leona: If you've learned the applied magic needed to change your clothes right here, right now, why don't all you freshmen show me what you can do?

Savanaclaw Student A/B: S-Sorry! We'll go change right now and head towards the Spelldrive field!

Leona: Geez, they're just one pain after another…

Jack: They were all just laying around… But as soon as they saw Leona-senpai, they straightened right out.

Ruggie: Didja see how stiff they were when they shot up straight? …Well, I guess when a lion glares atcha, anyone'd fall in line.

Ruggie: See, that's why when Leona-san's around, everyone's at attention… It's like the whole dorm is in peak condition.

Ruggie: That's Leona-san, for ya. Our king is the best of the best!

Leona: What, I'm a king just 'cause I scolded some of our cubs? That's a pretty cheap price for a throne.

Leona: If you're gonna try to butter me up, try making a little more sense.

Jack: It's not just idle flattery. Just like Ruggie-senpai says, you're our…

Leona: Yeah, yeah, whatever, thanks.

Leona: …Leave the stupid chatter out of it. Time to head to the Spelldrive field.

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