#I haven’t read the Glomas story for a while

[deeranon]

Knife and Magic

Warnings: bit of angst, slightly rushed writing that probably isn’t too good, mentions of past harm, implied injuries, possibly bad grammar(English IS my first language)

Rollo X reader | synopsis: Rollo hides out at Night Raven College under the guise of strengthening the bonds with other magic schools after the country-wide epidemic that almost brought the end of the City of Flowers is looked into by authorities. The only problem is, no dorm will even house Rollo temporarily. Except for Ramshackle, that is.

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Rollo knew his failed plan would backfire eventually. It was simply a matter of time. After all, a sudden surge of magic draining flowers overrunning the City of Flowers overnight and turning hundreds of normal people with magic temporarily powerless as their power was being eaten by the minute was no small disaster. A disaster like that was bound to draw attention from the neighboring kingdoms.

And attention was not something Rollo wanted or needed. So here he sat in a chair at Ramshackle dorm under the guise of “wanting to strengthen friendships with the magical schools that had attended the Masquerade after their help with fixing the disaster” while waiting for the commotion to die down in the City of Flowers.

It has been three weeks since Rollo first arrived at Night Raven College, and he hated every second of it. Everywhere he looked, imbeciles were throwing magic around like it was harmless.

Even now, the flaming eared headache known as Grim was using magic to play a silly game with the dorm ghosts. Magift, Grim called it as he gave Rollo the stink eye before running outside.

Rollo could only watch the stupidity with his handkerchief over his mouth, a habit he had picked up over the years.

A habit you were attempting to break with very little success.

As much as Rollo hated to admit it, you were a good host. Though you once told him that wasn’t a very hard bar to pass because you were his ONLY host. All of the dorms had fought against having to house him(well, almost all of them—but Octavinelle was never to be trusted) when a meeting had been held the day after he arrived, and because you were sick the day of the meeting and couldn’t attend they all pushed Rollo to you.

You didn’t complain too much about it after you had recovered(Rollo had enough ire for the leaders and dorm-vices about the underhanded decision for the both of you). When you were visiting the City of Flowers you had already invited Rollo to stay over if he ever came to visit, even after all the problems he had caused your group. (Malleus had not been in a good mood after he learned of this information, even though he tried his best to hide it, the weather told you all you needed to know.)

It was almost depressing, watching Rollo glare at Grim and the three ghosts through the window like they had egged the church and sprayed the walls with graffiti on Christmas Day. Despite the lesson that had been practically beaten into him by your friends(if you could even call some of them that) Rollo still saw magic as an ink stain on the perfect portrait that was humanity.

And to be honest, you were starting to get fed up with his preaching about how magic is still ugly and dangerous.

“Using magic to play a brutish game…how idiotic….” Rollo muttered under his breath as his purple handkerchief littered with yellow stars was pressed against his lips. You took a long sip of your tea(that Rollo had “secretly” made you). “Do they have any idea what they are messing with?” Your tea suddenly tastes just as bitter as Rollo’s emotions. You sigh, setting the warm mug with the words ‘most sane prefect’ on the front onto a coaster. You didn’t know how much more of Rollo’s depressed monologuing about the sin of using magic you could take.

The dusty old grandfather clock you had managed to fix with the ghosts help croaked miserably to tell you it was early evening, bringing you out of your thoughts about different ways you could work your ‘magic less-prefect magic’(thanks Ace) on the grey haired boy who needed therapy and a new haircut.

It was time to get dinner started. You hauled your exhausted body off of the plush navy blue couch you had claimed for an emergency nap earlier today and took a single step towards the kitchen before an idea struck you like lightning.

It was a borderline insane idea, but maybe it could work.

“Rollo, follow me.” You called, making the boy turn to you with a raised brow. He followed after nonetheless, pocketing his handkerchief the moment he turned away from the window.

The two of you walked in silence, a normal thing between the two of you. Though sometimes you worry Rollo gets stuck in his head still full of toxic ideals when there is too much quiet. Like right now, for instance.

You opened the door to the kitchen and held it open so that Rollo could pass through. Mentally, you were calculating what you should make for dinner and if your plan would work at the same time.

You gave your head a small shake. There was no backing out now. All or nothing, as they say.

You trailed a hand gingerly over the countertop as you walked around the island to the block of stainless steel knives Jamil had gifted you as an apology for his actions during winter break after seeing the previous state of your kitchen before the dormitory makeover.

You pulled one of the knives out of its slot and prayed Jamil would forgive you if he ever found out about what you were going to do.

“What is this?” You said, holding the large kitchen knife up for Rollo to see.

“A knife?” Rollo said wearily, because he just now realized he was alone in a kitchen with a person he had nearly killed along with their close friends.

“A knife. That’s right.” You nodded and whirled around, snatching a block of cheese and a packet of chicken from the fridge then a loaf of bread from the pantry, and an apple from an unsuspecting fruit bowl.

You dropped four pieces of bread onto the counter before pushing the loaf away in exchange for the cutting board where you set the cheese block and apple. Rollo stared at you, completely confused as you cut into the cheese while giving him a pointed look. “And what am I doing with the knife right now?”

Rollo gave you a weird look, glancing between you and the block of cheese as you cut out four slices before taking the shiny red apple and starting to peel the skin off with the blade. Rollo couldn’t help but notice how you pointed the blade toward yourself as you worked. “Peeling an apple…?”

“Right.” Was the one-word-reply you gave Rollo as you opened the container of chicken and set a single slice of cheese on every other bread piece before laying down a solid layer of chicken in the same fashion.

At this point, Rollo would be disappointed with himself if he didn’t realize that you were making sandwiches, thankfully Rollo was very aware of your sandwich-making actions and therefore did not feel disappointed with himself.

“Crust or no crust?” You said to him after placing the last two cheese slices on top of the chicken along with the top pieces of bread.

Rollo didn’t know why it mattered. “Crust.” He said, because the sandwich was already made. You nodded at him and then cut the sandwiches in half, pausing once again to look at him with those endlessly knowing eyes of yours.

“Toasted?” You questioned with such intensity Rollo felt like a criminal being interrogated by the police. Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Rollo chose to nod in agreement.

As expected, you slid the two sandwiches into the toaster oven and watched as the cheese slowly melted into the chicken and the bread turn crisp.

To Rollo, there was an awkward silence as you both waited for the food to toast. You made no move to set the knife down on the counter or start a conversation, only staring at the toaster oven with your startlingly deep eyes that Rollo thought held the secrets of the entire world and then some. Rollo didn’t try to start a conversation either, even as the silence rang quietly in his ears. It almost felt like he was standing at the top of the bell tower, looking down at the bustling city with only the wind and occasionally a moving gargoyle to fill the silence.

The toaster oven let out a happy chime as the timer hit zero and you reached out without a hint of hesitation for the sandwiches, nearly giving Rollo a heart attack when your fingers almost grazed the burning hot metal.

You set the sandwiches on plastic plates that had a flowery design to them, the peeled apple was then cut into slices and placed on a smaller paper plate.

You stared at the food, then back up at Rollo, knife still in hand. You held up a hand so that the palm faced Rollo like you were asking to hold something. Rollo shifted in place, gripping the starry handkerchief folded neatly in his left pocket with an almost anxious feeling as something changed in the air.

“Now what am I doing with the knife?” You said, and Rollo paused because you weren’t doing anything with the knife—

“What are you doing?!” Rollo screeched as he choked back a gasp when you raised your other hand and cut your palm until a trickle of blood weaved between your fingers and fell onto the kitchen counter.

Rollo rushed around the counter and snatched the knife from your hand, uncaring about the blood soaking into his handkerchief as he pressed it against the cut in your hand. “Why would you cut yourself, you fool!”

“To teach you a valuable lesson.” You said, wincing only slightly when Rollo pressed even harder against the wound with his handkerchief. Said male gaped at you like you had lost your mind, and you let out a small snicker at the face he was making. “The way I see it, the knife is the same as this world’s magic.”

“What?” Rollo truly thought you had lost your mind. Just what were you talking about?! You were spouting nonsense just like those wasteful magical buffoons! Now you let out a bitter chuckle, staring at the blood soaked cloth with an emotion Rollo could only guess was sadness.

“Let’s say the knife represents magic.” You said as tears from pain welled up in your eyes. Rollo had never seen you cry in the three weeks he had lived with you, and it was a horrible thing to see. His heart ached to see you smile, but he shoved the emotion down until he could focus on stopping the blood.

“I used the knife to make us those sandwiches. Then I used that same knife cut through my skin like butter. But I was the one who wielded the knife every time.” You looked into Rollo’s eyes and he couldn’t help but inwardly scold himself as his breath caught in his throat as he stared right back. Had you always been this attractive? Then, your words registered in his mind and it felt like he had been slapped in the face.

“What I’m trying to say, I guess…is that it’s all about how you use magic.” You gave him a smile so broken and yet so happy when you spoke Rollo felt his heart temporarily stop beating. You pulled your bloody hand away and walked over to the kitchen sink, and Rollo noticed how you just barely favored your left foot over the right but was too stunned to say anything about it.

“Almost anyone can wield magic here. But it’s all about how someone uses it that matters. I should know. I’ve been on the receiving end of it more times than I can count.” You bent down and took a first aid kit from under the sink with your free hand. Rollo saw a glimpse of a jagged scar wrapping around your ankle.

“Then isn’t that all the more reason I should hate it?!” Rollo snapped, angry and confused and a mix of more emotions he couldn’t identify. That he didn’t want to acknowledge because he knew exactly what they were but it just wasn’t right to feel this way right now…was it?

You shook your head as you ran your bloody hand under the faucet water, lettingout a hiss of pain. “You were angry at me when I cut myself, not the knife. It’s the person, not the object that matters.” That temporarily shut Rollo up. “Besides, I’m already on good terms with the people who wronged me. I’m not mad at them anymore.”

“So you were angry.” Rollo pressed as he watched you bandage your hand. You let out a sigh of pure exhaustion. Rollo wanted to apologize for whatever had made you so tired, even though he was likely the reason. But he didn’t. His lips were sealed with invisible glue he couldn’t peel off.

“I was angry. No one likes being hurt. The things they did…they were horrible and sometimes I’m still angry at them even though I don’t want to be. But that’s just a part of being human, Rollo. We make mistakes and do things and say things we shouldn’t when we’re angry and hurt.” You turned back to face him, voice shaky and eyes blurry with tears. “I’m sure you know that better than most. Knife and magic, Rollo.”

You walked past him and handed him one of the sandwiches before walking out of the kitchen. Rollo noticed a long, claw-like scar running along the arm that bled. His heart ached painfully.

“Knife and magic.”

@idkfitememate @libraryraccoon how did I do?

Wrote this in like—less than a week, I think? All for Rollo cuz I hope he comes home quick.

I’m saving for playful land Ace after Glomas no matter what but I’m hoping Rollo comes within 100 pulls because playful land could spring up anywhere anytime in EN.

Pspspspss Rollo come home

[ashensgrotto]

Why, greetings my dear anon! I’m happy that you enjoyed the ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ to read it that many times - and I apologized that I haven’t been able to get started on the Scarbia segment yet (between that and Raison D’être plus work & other stories… and GloMas, I really need to get my priorities straight seriously -_-). However, I do intend on working on it as soon as I can so I can get it out sometime this month or in December - I mean, I think that would be the most logical since that one takes place during holiday break, right?

Now, for your request - I hope head cannons are alright for the time being. I’ll try to come back to them and do short stories for each of them that follows the same concept design as “Am I Feeling Love?” - which is the first installment of the Yandere!Azul series. I'm also going to divide this into two parts - about halfway through I realized I hadn't posted anything in a while and thus, I want to make it up to all of you for not writing or posting anything for some time.

Part 1 (Here) will feature Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, and Jamil Viper

Part 2 (Here) will feature Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia

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Vil Schoenheit

Vil is a combination yandere - he is both a studdle stalker type, but also a projection type. Of course, in his youth, he was an up-and-coming movie star… famous for the villainous roles he played. This caused a lot of grief in his childhood, not to mention some of the trauma he had endured from other children who believed everything they saw on the big screen - thinking it was real, even though it was just special effects and players playing their roles on the stage. And, even though Jack Howl became the closest thing he had to a friend, there was nothing that he could do to shake the fear of wanting to be ‘the good guy’, the ‘hero’... to be the most beautiful of all.

As a junior in Night Raven, Vil and the rest of Pompfiore were just as shocked as the rest of the school when you appeared. At first, Vil was not interested in what you may have to offer - but ever faithful Rook was the one to point out certain features you had; soft cheeks, a creamy complexion, eyes wide and filled with wonder - not to mention a figure that would’ve had some acting agencies dying for; you almost reminded him the the princess the fairest queen had raised years ago. Vil was reluctant, but stepped forward and offered the headmage a place for you to stay in Pomfiore until you could return home. 

It was at this point that Vil realized that you were more than what you appeared. Whatever he asked of you, you did it - to nearly perfection. Scrub the ballroom flooring? It shone brighter than diamonds when you were done. Wipe down the windows? Clear as crystals. Tend to the gardens around the dormitory? Neat and tidy without a single flower or bush out of line. This, of course, caused Vil to backpeddle a little bit - if anyone from outside the dorm found out about how well you followed instructions (specifically a certain lion or scheming octopus), there would be trouble. Hence, Vil decided to try and keep you close, luring you in like the villain he was always meant to play.

He learned quickly that your home in your world was… chaotic. You often traveled back and forth between two families, plus your grandparents. If you had a choice in the matter - you would’ve stayed with your father and your stepmother full time as your mother and her on-again-off-again boyfriend often mistreated you. You were in charge of the cooking, cleaning, and caring for the home while under your mother’s care and were often trapped in her home more times out of the year. Vil had remembered about Niege LeBlance’s situation when the two stars were children - he could sympathize with your situation - and decided to take you under his wing. Vigorous training began shortly thereafter, and you soon found yourself secured under Vil’s thumb. You, along with Epel, were put through beauty regimens regularly, vocal and annunciation lessons followed classes and chores, and fashion and gossip columns replaced your books at night; and if either of you tried to escape or slip out of something, ever faithful Rook brought you straight back to Vil - a disapproving scowl on his face, arms crossed over his chest, and heeled foot tapping, looking very much like a disapproving mother.

With the arrival of spring and the fast approaching date of the Cultural Fair, Vil’s energy became more focused on the SDC - working long hours into the night perfecting the team for the competition. You did try to help sooth much of the stress that had fallen on the headwarden and offered your assistance in any way you could, Grim acting as your assistant under the watchful eye of Rook. It was also here that things slowly began to take a turn for the worst - after the mention of Neige LeBlance, Vil had begun turning to his phone more often, asking it every day who was the most beautiful of all. Mira always answered… Neige LeBlance.

The last straw was when you and Rook attempted to stop him from poisoning Neige, the vice warden ordering Neige to run and evacuate the premises. The other members of the team rushing in at the sound of Rook’s shouting. Vil couldn’t forgive himself for what he had attempted to do… he was as ugly as the poison that he created. If only he was the fairest… if only Neige LeBlance hadn’t walked into his life again… if only you could understand what it meant to be… the fairest one of all…

Idia Shroud

Idia would also be a combination type yandere - possessive and clingy on a short list, with subtle stalker on the longer list. Not that anyone can blame him of course - his childhood was spent in it’s entirety on the Island of Woe, the next Shroud in line to take up the mantle as the Watchman of the Underworld. He, and his little brother Ortho, were the only children that lived in the facility, spending their days playing video games, reading manga and comic books, as well as creating original characters of their own. However, tragedy struck when the two boys snuck out of their room during a routine lockdown and one of the phantoms possessed the younger brother - Idia’s grief and self-blame pushed him away from others, even after he was able to reunite with his brother… in a technological sense.

Years later, during his junior year at NRC, Idia was surprised when Ortho volunteered to bring you into Ignihyde - as many other students were. When Idia demanded an explanation - Ortho explained the scan he did on you indicated that you had a lot of the same qualities as many of Ignihyde's students. What a drag - but what's done is done, and Idia found himself, not only in charge of a dorm, but an unexpected guest as well.

For the first few months, Idia holed himself up in his room - trying to avoid an encounter with the ‘normie’ of the dorm; the magicless guest of Ignihyde. Ortho attempted over and over again to get him to come out and meet the new member, telling him all about how interested you were in manga comics, fantasy RPGs, and the like - but Idia always refused… until one night during a routine midnight snack run, he ran into you. You were smaller than he expected you to be, the dorm’s heavy leather jacket baggy over your form - also swapping the typical heavy denim jeans and boots for leggings and slippers. Idia was even more surprised when you offered him a large roll of chocolate chip cookies you had picked up from the school store, a smile on your face, “Hello, I’m (y/n). You must be Idia, right?”

And following that first encounter, Idia slowly began to warm up to you. He was drawn to your sassiness and imagination, especially when the two of you talked about video games - Idia even went as far as to introduce you to his online friend, Muscle Red - the gamer excited about having another runner in the mix for events. 

However, what no one knew was that Idia slowly began to worm his way into your online presence. He hacked into your computer that Ortho had provided for you and watched when you were online, who you interacted with, and what you talked about. At first, Idia reasoned it was a way to get to know you - the best way to find out the internal workings of someone was to figure out about the mask you wore, right? But even so, the real pusher was when he was spying on a chatroom you were a part of and one member began insulting you - saying that you weren’t really a gamer, that you didn’t know anything about online gaming, or anime, and that you were a fake… a ‘normie’. If Idia had been standing next to you, you would have seen his typical calm blue hair turn red hot - hotter than the flames of Tartarus. No one was going to get away with calling his friend a ‘normie’ - magicless or not.

In the months that followed, Idia began to slowly attach himself to you - spending more time in your presence than ever before. Then, when he was summoned back to the Island of Woe to test the students that had overblotted, he brought you along with him, keeping you close as each test was conducted, examined, and recorded. The look on your face and the questions you asked him, yes, brought him joy.. But also made him worry - what did you think of him now that you knew what he was doomed to become? Would you eventually end up like Ortho because of his mistakes? Idia didn’t want to think about that… but even so, to be free of his responsibilities… to not have to be the caretaker of the Phantoms any longer… to reset the world… maybe then, you would be safe…

Malleus Draconia

Malleus follows the same combination style - he’s definitely the obsessive, the stalker, and possessive style. Living in Briar Valley, it’s no secret that as the next in line it is his duty to help provide an heir that will take over for him when the time comes. As his mother and father had loved each other before him, Malleus often wished for the same kind of companionship that they had - however it is hard with Lilia away caring for a young human and Sebek, hence the only thing Malleus has is the comfort of his dreams. He dreams a lot, images of a fair young human traveling through the forests of Briar Valley playing in his mind - Malleus far too fearful to approach.

Many years later - during his junior year at NRC - Lilia informs him of a strange individual that has arrived - a magicless guest that is to be taking residence within the Ramshakle dorm that was on the school campus. Of course, Lilia had known about Malleus’ tendency to spend quiet nights in the dorm, listening to the sounds of the old building creek, the windows rattling against the wind… the silence and stillness of the place. Even so, Malleus does continue to travel to the dorm at night, walking around the premises like a dragon guarding his hoard. One night, however, he encounters you - the child of man with no magic abilities whatsoever - and is surprised by how easily you talk to him, without any fear in your eyes, even more so when you nickname him ‘Tsunotarou’. It slowly becomes a habit for him, heading to the Ramshakle dorm each night daily to spend time with you and talk to you - the first friend he has outside of the protection of Silver and Sebek. 

Malleus often sends Lilia to keep an eye on you, much to the chagrin of Sebek - the elder warming up to you and sharing everything he finds interesting with you with his charge - how you love visiting the other dorms, spending time with Ace, Deuce, and Grim, the struggles you encounter… never mind each of the overblot incidents that cause destruction and harm. Malleus then uses the reports to gain your trust, always lending out a hand to help when needed and offering comfort when there was none to be had. You slowly became his secret treasure - something he wanted to hide away, to protect endlessly until the end of your days.

But still… to a fae, a hundred years can pass in the blink of an eye… a thousand years was just the same way… And when the revelation of Lilia’s powers slowly depleting became noticeable, Malleus became lost for words. He was losing the closest thing he had to a father… and you were close to finding a way back to your world. He couldn’t allow that - he couldn’t lose anyone that was close to him.

When the others attempted to stop him - Malleus easily overpowered them. After all, he is one of the top five mages of the world - his power as a Draconia was more than enough to defeat an army, let alone students in a magic school. With ‘Fae of Maleficence’ casted, darkness covered the school - pulling everyone into slumber and keeping them as they were indefinitely. Everyone could be the protagonist of their own story… everyone could be happy… to live in their current state… and he would never be alone again…

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I am STILL waiting for Rollo to burst into Sage Island out of sheer anger and spite. Come on, you can't prove the man right after GloMas and NOT let him make a cameo in episode seven!!

While I do love Rollo and I'm all for vindicating him (especially as both JP and EN servers dropped book 7 part 1 right after initial runs of GloMasq), I want to make it clear and reiterate that I 100% believe Rollo will NOT be showing up in the main story, cameo or otherwise. I'd advise everyone else to not get their hopes up as well, just enjoy the fan works that come out playing with the idea 💦

Here's a compilation of why this couldn't happen, as I have spoken about this topic a number of times in the past:

Rollo showing up would imply that the events of Glorious Masquerade (which takes place around Halloween time) are canonical to the main story, even though this would create many continuity errors. For example, Deuce's UM, which is very important to GloMasq, is not gained until book 5 (which occurs in late winter, early spring). GloMasq cannot take place autumn after Deuce gets his UM either, as the third years would all be gone on their internships. Another continuity error that is recently created by book 7 part 7 is that Silver + Sebek and Idia do not seem to know each other (they have to introduce themselves to one another), meanwhile they seem quite familiar in GloMasq.

There is no reasonable way that Rollo would even KNOW what is going on or be able to breach Malleus's barrier. Only high-level officials such as Briar Valley royalty and those in STYX seem to be aware of the ongoing situation and even they have trouble trying to break into Sage's Island. Why and how would Rollo have this same knowledge, then somehow get inside Malleus's barrier?

This could set up a precedent which puts more unnecessary pressure on the devs and the direction they take future stories. It's not fair if Rollo is the ONLY Halloween character that gets to show up in the main story (especially this late into it), that would be favoritism. This creates the expectation for devs to somehow find ways to give Fellow and other future Halloween characters cameos or some relevance in the main story.

Not everyone has played GloMasq or read its story. For the people who have, it's a nice treat I guess? But for those who haven’t (even with the new feature that lets you read missed events, there is no guarantee that everyone has), this is coming out of left field and makes zero sense if they don't have context for who Rollo is. There is little gain from having him show up for the risk of alienating late or casual players, no matter how brief the cameo.

A simple summary of who he is and what he did could be implemented, but it really detracts from the experience of going through it yourself and disrupts the pacing of book 7 in order to "make space" and "play catch-up" for this other character that was NEVER previously mentioned or alluded to in ALL of the main story. This is just... not good writing in general. This would read as a convenient deus ex machina for anyone unfamiliar with Rollo. It's not the same thing as the dorm members from the previous book coming to help you save the day in the current book. At least in that situation, there is a shared understanding of the main story campaign and a practically guaranteed bond with those characters. The same is not true of Rollo, whom you as Yuu barely get to interact with that much even in his event.

To summarize, it's just not pragmatic, especially when you consider all the implications of bringing an event-only characters into the main story. There is a good reason why vignettes and events were indicated to NOT be in the same timeline or canon as the main story: to avoid contradictions and issues such as the ones I have listed above.

[ashensgrotto]

Hey I was reading your yandere Azul fanfic for like the 50th time and I had this idea for a request:

Can you do the other overblot boys in similar situations?

Also when are we going to have Azul's redemption arc when we get trapped in Scariba?

Have a lovely day/night/morning/afternoon

Why, greetings my dear anon! I’m happy that you enjoyed the ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ to read it that many times - and I apologized that I haven’t been able to get started on the Scarbia segment yet (between that and Raison D’être plus work & other stories… and GloMas, I really need to get my priorities straight seriously -_-). However, I do intend on working on it as soon as I can so I can get it out sometime this month or in December - I mean, I think that would be the most logical since that one takes place during holiday break, right?

Now, for your request - I hope head cannons are alright for the time being. I’ll try to come back to them and do short stories for each of them that follows the same concept design as “Am I Feeling Love?” - which is the first installment of the Yandere!Azul series. I'm also going to divide this into two parts - about halfway through I realized I hadn't posted anything in a while and thus, I want to make it up to all of you for not writing or posting anything for some time.

Part 1 (Here) will feature Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, and Jamil Viper

Part 2 (Here) will feature Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia

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Riddle Rosehearts:

Yandere Riddle is more of the controlling type - that much is certain. While during his youth, he came across a story about ‘soulmates’ - and the idea of someone made for him took root like a weed in the rose garden. Although his mother ordered for him to dismiss the idea as nothing but a fairytale, Riddle could not push the idea away and it slowly became a source of comfort and drive - if he could stand out both in academics and athletics, surely his soulmate would recognize him as their other half. (There really was no way for him to search for his other half while trapped under his mother’s unwavering gaze, especially after the tart incident.) 

When he saw you in the mirror chamber for the first time many years later, he was awestruck by your grace and beauty, reminding him of how the queen of heart once was long ago… the problem was your impeccable timing. You had the worst sense of direction as well as time - quite literally to the point that he had to give you several (and I mean like five to ten) different watches to have on your person so you wouldn’t run late for your scheduled tea time and after school lessons with him (which he made a priority to keep an eye on your movements, especially with the way you hang around the ADuo).

He likes that you have a favorite tea flavor, but hates that you drink it. All. The. Time. (“There are other teas, you know?” he tells you softly, trying to reign in his urge to yell at you for drinking your tea when you should be drinking the green tea with honey that is required following a lesson with him.)

He recognizes you for your hard work - often watching you from the shadows when time permits as you paint the roses red, care for the hedgehogs, feed the flamingos in that pink attire he provided for you, and assist with the dorm’s random tea party celebrations. Riddle also enjoys your conversations - even though he would like it better if you opened your mouth and stopped speaking so quietly (“Look up, speak nicely. AND DON’T TWIDDLE YOUR FINGERS! Turn out your toes, curtsy, open your mouth a little wider and always say, ‘Yes, Housewarden Riddle.’" He’s constantly reminding you.)

The one thing he can not stand though: your friendship with Duece and Ace and the furball menace. He has added a new rule to the roster: ‘Rule #687: (Y/N) is to always be supervised by either Trey Clover or Cater Diamond when not in the presence of the housewarden.’ (It’s for your wellbeing, after all. Trey and Cater are much more reliable than those two annoying freshmen and fire-breathing direbeast.)

However, his real breaking point is when you side with Ace and Duece following the ‘collaring’. He wouldn’t have dreamed in a million years that you would’ve sided with them over him. He was only trying to look out for your best interests… the best interests of the dorm… He was supposed to be the one…

Leona Kingscholar:

Yandere Leona is more of the… dependent type. During his youth, one lazy afternoon, his older brother was talking to him about how he read in his studies about a certain smell that would allow him to know if his soulmate was nearby. Leona had at first shrugged it off, not really caring - after all, he wasn’t going to be king… why should he worry about finding the right one? He didn’t need annoying little brats running circles around him like his nephew did already… what a pain.

That changed the moment you entered the mirror chamber. Your scent wafted through the air and tickled Leona’s nose like a call of a hornbill to its mate. Leona could feel a need rising within him - a sudden need to protect and lay claim to you as his. And when the mirror turned you away, Ruggie was surprised when he stepped forward, offering a place to stay in Savanclaw.

It was no surprise to anyone that Leona decided to make you his personal gopher (although he knew that he couldn’t rely on you 24/7 as you weren’t allowed to attend the school - not that he cared much anyway for classes). During practice, you would bring water and snacks - the housewarden always scruffing the top of your head and messing your hair up, offering a cheeky grin that no one had seen before. In the dorm, you would sit with him and look over his homework and studies - Ruggie nearby to help you understand what was being taught, considering that this was something far beyond your understanding - especially since you had no magic ability either.

Speaking of which, Ruggie was the only other person - besides Leona - that was allowed to get close to you. Any other student that attempted to get within a foot of you would suffer under Leona’s frightening stare before choking on ‘King’s Roar’ until they begged for mercy when you weren’t around.

When the spelldrive tournament came up - and you unknowingly found out about the plan to hurt another student - you confronted Leona about it. Leona tried to play innocent - pretending not to know what you were talking about, Ruggie assisting with the typically ‘innocent until guilty’ look that he often gave you.

His last straw was when you and Jack warned the others of Savanaclaw's plan - the housewarden of Heartslabyul and his students effectively coming to your aid. Leona thought he could trust you… that you would respect him and love him as the king he was supposed to be…

Jamil Viper

Jamil is your typical stalker type - wanting to know about your every move, it’s ingrained in him after all. During his youth, he - along with the other servants of the Al-Asim home - would watch over the young masters as they grew up, one eye always on the lookout for danger that could befall the family. Kalim - as sweet and carefree as he was - would often spend time in Jamil’s presence, chewing his ear off with stories and such, Jamil often ignoring what he said or taking everything with a grain of salt. However - the story of the Scalding Sands princess and the thief never completely left his mind. Legends stated that the two were fated to be together - and the land had been prosperous during their reign. Jamil would often turn the story over in his mind a handful of times, but tsk at the idea of soulmates. It was only a fairy tale… right?

That changed the moment he saw you in the mirror chamber - your eyes wide by everything that was different and strange to you. If Jamil was honest, he thought back to the story of the desert princess and the thief right then and there - he imagined himself as the thief and you as the princess, and the longing that filled him had to be the same as it was for the thief when he had seen the princess’ beauty for the first time. It was easy to persuade Kalim to let you stay in Scarabia, using ‘Snake Whisper’ to charm him into allowing the headmaster for you to stay. Once within the safe confines of the dorm, Jamil offered for you to assist him with taking care of Kalim (“Trust me, my little desert flower,” he tells you, “things aren’t always as they seem. You will get what’s coming to you.”)

Speaking of which - like Azul’s pet name of ‘Angelfish,’ Jamil refers to you as ‘Desert Flower.’ When you asked why that was, Jamil would cough and say something about how you reminded him of the flowers back in the Scalding Sands - particularly the Desert Hyacinth (which is a parasitic plant, oddly enough).

Regardless, Jamil enjoys spending time with you - when not chasing Kalim around. In the evenings, when the dorm is asleep, he finds the evenings quite relaxing in your presence; playing Mancala on the carpeted flooring after having his feet rubbed in oil to alleviate the tension and pain from all the hard work he did. When he asks if there’s anything he can do for you in return, you simply smile and shake your head, explaining how you’re thankful for his kindness and generosity for keeping you company in the late evenings when you both know he should be getting rest.

However, as the holiday season approaches and the rest of the school heads home for the holidays, Jamil notices your disappearance one night - making him frantic to know where you had disappeared to. That fear turns into seething rage when you return with an octopus and two eels in tow - Jamil demanding to know what the meaning of this is. Out of the goodness of your heart, you explain that you sought help for him and Kalim - especially with Kalim’s strange mood swings making you more and more nervous with each passing day. The presence of the scheming octomer and his twin pals makes Jamil more on edge than ever - watching from the shadows as you and Kalim turn to your new allies. It would seem… desperate times call for desperate measures.

The look on your face when it’s revealed that he was the one behind the changes in Kalim’s behavior was enough to shatter Jamil’s heart into a thousand pieces - like a glass lamp crushed under the weight of stone. The fear… the anger… the resentment towards Kalim has become centerfold - but Jamil could never hate you… his little desert flower. If only he was headwarden… if he was in charge… none of this would have happened… it was all Kalim’s fault, after all…