#Paint The Roses And Smell The Flowers | Trey Clover

[the-muse-coven]

How horny are you really?

"How's about we don't talk about this?"

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Trey, Leona: The Cat's Meow

Ooooh, I see the vision now... Maybe?? It looks like each member of the same dorm might have a similar default image in the bottom frame of their initial art? Both Ace and Trey have the Queen of Hearts… I guess we’ll have to wait until Cater’s birthday to see if the pattern keeps up?

nfdbwjccwbxgak How fitting to see Trey posed alongside a painting of the Cheshire Cat considering who he’s childhood friends with… and also that Trey’s VA also goices Lucius www (Side note: they fr always gotta have Trey claim he’s “normal” right before he pulls the sussy face which is most certainly NOT normal 😭)

A Tale as Old as Time.

A rotund feline stood on hind legs in a platinum frame, one paw curled under its round chin and resting on its fluffy tail, the other flicked out in a devil-may-care gesture. Purple, pink, purple, pink—its fur was striped in a repeating pattern. Eyes raised upward, the cat looked inquisitive among the gnarled trees, as if posing a riddle to the viewer. Why is a raven like a writing desk?, perhaps.

Huh, I wonder what he's wondering about. Trey rested his chin in one hand as he pondered the painting—and the question.

The longer he gazed at the cat, the more familiar its silly smile seemed to be. How difficult he was to read. A thought crept up on him, one lazy stride at a time.

"... Reminds me of a certain guy," he muttered.

"I hope you’re not talking about me," came a sarcastic drawl from beside him. It, too, was cat-like in its own right, a different flavor of feline: more languid than whimsical. “Because I won’t be laughing like a hyena at jokes made in poor taste.”

"Leona." Trey immediately made to step back, making space for the dorm leader. Leona's immense presence practically demanded it. "No, of course not. I was thinking about a childhood friend.“

“Hmph. You’ve got a childhood friend like this?” He made a face at the Cheshire Cat. A frown to challenge its foolhardy grin. “… Now I almost feel sorry for you, having to put up with a guy like that.”

“Oh, Chenya’s not that bad,” Trey said dismissively. “He’s a troublemaker, sure—but he’s got a good heart beneath all of that, and he wouldn’t hurt a fly. The worst is gets up to is playing a trick or two and stealing snacks.”

“What an exciting life,” Leona snorted, clearly not convinced. “He sounds like a real rascal for his age.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. Sometimes it feels like he never really grew up from the times him, Riddle, and I were rolling around in clover fields and stuffing our faces with cake. Still, he’s our friend—even if we’re far apart for schooling.”

“It was already hard enough to believe you’d be friends with him, but Riddle too?” A smirk rose on Leona’s lips. “Life works in mysterious ways.”

There was a chuckle from Trey. “Ahahah… Does it surprise you? We all come from the same hometown. The community there’s very welcoming. I guess that’s why we ended up reaching out to Riddle one day and… I’m sure you know how the rest of that story goes.”

He didn’t—and nor did he care to know, so he said nothing. Instead, Leona inclined his head. In the dimness of the museum, his eyes glinted a bright green.

He gave a command.

“… Oi, herbivore. Tell me more about this hometown of yours. Tell me what it’s like.”

Trey blinked, slightly flabbergasted at what he was hearing. Leona stared at him expectantly. He clicked his tongue.

“Well? Don’t keep me waiting.“

Huh, I didn’t think of Leona as the curious type. If that’s what he wants though, who am I to deny it?

“Okay. so…”

Trey returned a hand to his chin. His words, he considered. How to best arrange them to paint the most flattering photo?

Green, so much green. A scattering of red dotting the landscape. Saturation, cheer. Something warm and fuzzy whenever he imagined those scenes—like the sun upon his face.

“Imagine a place bursting with flowers. Every color, every shape, every smell. Some remind you of cotton candy that rots your teeth, others of old shoes and skunk."

Leona's sensitive nose wrinkled at the suggestion. "Real poetic there."

Trey continued. "Everyone knows each other not because the community is small--I'd say it's a decent size?--but because people see each other and talk. They ask how you are, how your family and business are doing. They come over with a platter of cookies to welcome new neighbors, ask if your kids want to come over and play with theirs."

Fond memories played out in his head: the time he had eaten a whole bottle of mustard to prove a point, messing up his signature spell and imparting a loaf of bread with a bad flavor, his first cake at four years old. Everyone had told him he had such talent for baking--but looking back on it, hadn't his "cake" been a lumpy, gooey mess?

"You could screw up pretty badly and they'd still pat you on the head and tell you it's fine, it's just an honest mistake or what a good job you did. My parents are like that too. It must come with the territory."

Leona listened and nodded to every piece of information Trey presented. He appeared bemused as he watched the vice dorm leader, a fleck of sunlight caught in his emerald eyes. Like that of a silent predator stalking innocent prey.

“How picturesque. No wonder you’re so well-adjusted and normal,” Leona purred, his gaze half-lidded. “It must be the power of true love at work.”

“You could say that. The community I grew up in was very loving and supportive. I’m thankful for that.” Trey smirked so briefly that onlookers could have easily missed it. "... It lets me get away with a whole lot more."

"You don't strike me as the kind of guy to act out."

"Not often," Trey corrected. "Only little acts when it's deserved."

"You and your bleeding heart." Leona's scoff gave way to an eerie quiet. From it came a soft, contemplative sigh. "... Must be nice, being able to afford to live so contentedly."

"Ah, you probably didn't have that kind of luxury," Trey recognized. "The life of a prince is different from us common folk."

"There’s pressure to perform and social politics to navigate. Complicated webs that span several circles, grace and relations to uphold, airs to wear. Aaaah, it’s such a drag," the lion beastman groaned.

"Yeah, I can imagine that." Trey smiled sympathetically. "But even though we come from very different places, I'm sure that you also had loving and supportive people in your life, Leona. Everyone does."

"Hah. Are you listening to yourself? You sound as mad as him." Leona jabbed at thumb at the Cheshire Cat. "It's the first-born prince--the one destined to be king--that they all adore."

“… That’s not completely true, is it?” Trey adjusted his glasses. A stray beam of light reflected off the face of them, casting the glass in pure white for a fraction of a second.

The reason Leona was asking about my hometown... It must be genuine curiosity. He's never known something like it. But the fact that he asked must mean he wants to learn, right?

The prince's eyes were angry, suspicious slivers now. "What are you suggesting?"

“I heard from Ace and Deuce that you have a cute little nephew that adores you. A lot of the Savanaclaw underclassman as well. And from Lilia—there’s a grand chamberlain you used to be close with as a kid. Playing chess and getting you out of trouble. Your brother too, he must care for..."

Leona bared his teeth, raised his voice. "Don't act like you know--"

Me. What I've been through, what I've suffered.

"Whoa, whoa!" Trey held up both hands. "Sorry. I said too much. I shouldn't have let my own curiosity get the better of me."

A growl--colored with residual anger--emanated from Leona's throat. "If you understand that, then don't stick your hand into a lion's den a second time."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Trey pulled back, the fingers of one hand curling into a loose first. The other hand found its way to perching at his waist as he leaned his body forward. He attempted an apologetic confession--but instead produced something slightly sinister.

"What are you doing now?"

"Cat to cat communication," Trey said, deadly serious. "You know, like 'nyah'!"

A pause.

"... Is that good enough of an apology?" Trey inquired.

"Don't screw with me," Leona muttered, batting away at his peer's poised "paw". "In the first place, your posture's all wrong. Are you trying to piss me off?"

"Looks like I failed to lighten the mood."

"You're really terrible at it," Leona grumbled under his breath. "You sure that childhood friend of yours is the troublemaker of the group? Cuz to me, I see another troublemaker in the trio."

"I'm a normal high school boy. You even said it yourself."

"And which one of us started meowing at the other out of the blue?" Leona expertly countered.

Trey stifled his voice, which had started to work its way up into an awkward laugh. "Pfft, alright. Point taken."

"Here I was, thinking you were 'normal'," Leona simpered. "The red young master sure has a way with picking the company he keeps. You're all odd to balance out his rationale."

"That's the role a card soldier plays for his queen. Friend, baker, cat, trump card--I'm here to be them all."

[snakegorl212006]

Exploration (pt1)

Ramshackle 

Sam’s words were still lingering in my head. I guess I’m not crazy after all. My thoughts were interrupted by meowing. I sighed and sat up from my bed and began heading downstairs to feed grim. I headed to the kitchen and grabbed a can of tuna and opened it. Grim was on the counter so I just placed the can there. I should order a cat bowl so he doesn't risk cutting himself. I made myself breakfast and after I’m done I just headed into the dining room and started eating. While I ate,I pondered on if I should try to communicate and report to sam or ignore it and just assume I’m going to die from insanity. Well I can’t just move out and ignore the situation and prevent myself from becoming a horror movie cliche so I might as well humor his words and see what’s really going on. 

Heartslabyul

Heartslabyul seems to be the most mild wing besides Ignihyde but I’m not ready for the doll just yet so might as well start there. Before leaving I grabbed my necklace and the journal. Grim decided to follow along which can help sense they say animals can see things like ghosts so even better. As we walked to the Heartslabyul I began preparing the journal. I also should be fine if I have to do an overnight stay since it has a very comfortable setting and I could just order food. After mentally preparing myself I enter the wing only to be hit with a soft smell of roses. I found this strange sense last time I checked. I never put any scented freshener in this room. I never smelled it when I went on a picnic here. I began walking around to find anything about any entities. Maybe I should've gotten ghost equipment. Surely there’s a way to communicate with ghosts. As I walked past the kitchen the necklace vibrated which startled me. I looked over at grim who was just looking in the kitchen from the couches. There's someone in there. I sighed trying to calm myself down and pray I don't mess up this encounter. I stepped back and interred the ‘empty’. The gem was vibrating every few seconds which maybe indicates danger level i don’t know. I had no clue on what to do so I just stood there. After a few minutes the cabinets flew open and a bag of flowers fell out and spilled on the contour. After a few moments i walked over to see someone wrote in the flower “can you see me” I looked around to find anything and just shook my head. I grabbed a bunch of the flower and placed it on the island so i could see better “if you are here, tell me your name” I asked. Slowly words began to form spelling ‘Trey clover’. Yay progress. I began to write it down and log it. As I was writing I felt a bref cold tap on my shoulder. I looked up then down at the writing. ‘Name?’ it reads. I told him my name. He’s friendly which gives me some hope for this. “Is it just you” i asked. After a few seconds I looked down ‘no. 4+ me’ so there’s five of them here. I nod. Seeing how old this place is I don't think there were any cameras so I have to rely on paintings or if google just happened to know who clover is. I caught a glimpse of what he wrote now ‘gifts in the cooler’ . We have a refrigerator so i checked in there to see (favorite dessert). That’s actually really nice of them. I placed the (favorite dessert) on the counter. I took a bite and it was really good. Better than the store bought ones i’d say. I wonder if he was a baker before he died. I have to move on since there are still so many left. I exit the kitchen just to feel vibrations across the room. It was to the painting room. Like the last time it was vibrating every few seconds up until I reached the room. I saw no one and grim looked uninterested and basically left somewhere. The area felt a little cold so something to jot down. I spot something from the corner of my eye. A polaroid camera. A more modern one shockingly. I turned the camera on and took one picture. It surprisingly had some film left in it. I wonder who left it here. I waved the picture that came out the camera and to my surprise there was someone in the picture. There sat on a stool in front of an easel was a young man with orange hair which was pinned back in a sort-of half up half down style. He wore loose yet comfortable clothing with just some pants and a ruffled shirt. He was gazing at the canvas, all charming like. Is he a painter? I walked forward to the easel where the canvas stood and there was a painting of…. Me? Well she looked like me with the skin, hair, eyes even body type yet. Why did he depict me in Victorian clothing? Regardless, it was a beautiful painting. I looked around the canvas for some sort of signature which I found in the back. “Cater diamond ♢” i mumbled as the vibrations of the necklace stopped and the room got warmer. Well I have something to write down and a ghost camera. I chuckled to myself. Then I was startled by the creaking of a door. I looked out of the art room to see the game room door wide open. I calmed my nerves and began my exploration to the game room. There in front of me was a table with two hands. One was full of heart cards and the other were spades. both have a straight flush. Then my necklace vibrates but in slower interables. It was vibrating twice then stopping for like a minute before doing it again. Are there like two of them? I followed the vibrations to see a painting. There were three guys. Each looked uniform with a vest with different card patterns consisting of hearts ,cloves, spades and diamonds.the One who was passing out food, had short green hair, glasses,black vest with card pattern engravings and an apron with cloves matching the clove underneath his eye. The one in red who looks to be winning using cheats seeing the cards in his sleeves. He had a heart painted on his eye. His hair was almost a like aTerracotta type of red. The other had bluish hair and had a baffled expression like he lost. He had the prettiest turquoise eyes with a spade on his eye. I couldn't help but to smile at the picture as everyone looked to be having fun. I wonder what caused their deaths. I turned around to see the card now rearranged and were scrambled. Two cards stook out which were an ace and a card with two spades next to a cutter box. I guess the two people here were ace and deuce.i took the box as i might be in need of it later. I began to write this down. Then I heard loud meowing which was followed by hissing. Concern i exit the room as i followed the noise which leads upstairs the necklace started vibrating rapidly almost panicky. I saw grim who was alert and stiff like. He was glaring in the master bedroom where I saw nothing yet there was a strong sense of rose in the air. It’s not suffocating but it is a bit overwhelming. I looked around the room to see a person standing at the window seal. He was translucent but i was able to make out the red hair and gray eyes. He had shorts with a train belt with roses. He looks like something you’d see in black butler or aristocratic ouija fashion with the color schelms of gold white and red. The ghost turns around and glances at me then looks down at the cat. He frowns. I can see his lips moving but no words came out. Grim hisses and backs away. The spirit looks up at me and mumbles something then he vanishes. The panic vibrations stopped and grim looks more releaf but scared. I was stunned yet felt physically drained. I left the room and began heading downstairs. I happen to look at the painting in the middle which matches the description of the spirit i saw. Seeing there was a golden frame i assume they'll be some name on a plat. There it was at the very bottom. “Riddle Rosehearts”

[troisfleur]

6; the shape of magic.

One detail I really like about Twisted Wonderland in regards to its magic system is the way that it has the capacity to be so genuinely personal. For this month’s headcanon post, I’d like to take a moment to go through and give a general idea of the ways in which Trey’s magic shifts depending on what he’s casting, and generally giving an idea of what it looks like outside of using Paint the Roses.

I. THE DEFAULT.

Trey Clover is the first to admit that he isn’t a particularly imaginative person. I’ve remarked before that I find that very fact incredibly funny for someone with a signature spell like Paint the Roses. There’s a potential for endless creativity and it’s never quite being used to its full capacity. The shape of his magic is simple and unassuming.

The sparkles look generic, with an iridescent sheen that catches the light and reflects every color. There’s endless potential in the shades reflected, but unless you’re watching him cast and paying attention to the smaller details, it’s nothing special. There’s no smell, no residue except a faint shimmery afterimage, and the magic itself barely gives off any heat to speak of. He prefers it that way: simple, unassuming, reflecting back the surroundings while teasing an endless potential he can’t reach yet.

When casting spells with certain elemental sways, the attributes of his magic shift and nearly become unrecognizable, but there is a certain iridescent shimmer in the after that persists, a trademark that speaks both to the subtle touches that speak of a mage that’s only been casting for a few years, as well as a subtle desire to not be lost in the shuffle entirely.

Because Trey struggles with both imagination and his own creativity, when he casts spells of an elemental persuasion, they tend to be less abstract and flashy and more based on surroundings or his own practical needs. The elements are interpreted through his eyes and magic in a very grounded, tangible way.

II. FLORA.

Trey’s most used type of spell, should he need to attack or defend. It carries with it the distinct flair of rose petals, calling to mind Heartslabyul’s garden, as well as vines ready to act on the offensive, more akin to working appendages that resemble a particular genus of magically-infused flowers that are said to sing in the springtime.

Because this is the closest Trey has to an elemental lean, and the type of spell he feels most comfortable using, he’s able to add a little more flair with the petals, although the plant life doesn’t quite refract the colors the way other elements do, which washes out some of his creative spark.

III. FIRE.

While most other people’s usage of fire spells is a little more bombastic, Trey’s is clearly used for more practical spells, and as such is the full breadth of power tends to be diminished. While the light refracts and gives colors suggesting flame, it’s never brilliant, and often time leaves behind more ash and smoke than actual fire. He can summon fire to scorch, just like the rest of his peers, but the default appearance suggests someone who prefers a finer control of the flame. Everything has a specific temperature before it begins to burn, after all, and he wouldn’t be a baker worth a damn if he didn’t pay attention.

IV. WATER.

One of Trey’s more reflective and shimmery forms of magic, although perhaps one of the more inconsistent. It tends to fluctuate in consistency somewhere between soap bubbles and melting snow, and always chilly no matter what. Once again, Trey prioritizes the control of magic over the actual output and what it looks like, but because he hasn’t quite mastered the ability to remove some of its brilliance, especially when the consistency is closer to bubbles than an icy deluge, the spell tends to linger a little longer in the air and burst into brilliant little shimmers of light.

V. COSMIC.

The hardest type of spell for Trey to master. As mentioned in a previous headcanon post, I do believe that cosmic spells tend to be more ephemeral and require a lot more control, concentration, and general mental flexibility in order to control entirely. Because this type can often take the shape of nearly anything, Trey is often at a loss when visualizing the spell to cast. It’s taken on colors that resemble his childhood friend, as consistently Chenya is the first person that comes to mind when speaking of such intangible, silly things.

[the-crows-typist]

Hi Lemilia! Could I ask for a platonic ficlet with Rook and Trey + the word “frustration”? The science club needs more love, their dynamic is so good~ Thank you!

The Possibilities Are Endless

“Augh!”

“Trey, are you alright?” The smoke from the cauldron was nauseating and stung the throat and eyes. Rook quickly kills the fire with water magic and places the lid on to the still boiling pot of messed up brew.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked, taking his classmate’s stirring stick from him while Trey took his glasses off. “No, I’m not. It’s just—stings a bit, hang on.” Rook knew that tone of voice, the way his shoulders squared, and how Trey’s teeth were bared and grit. He was a patient man, yes he was, but even he was not immune to the feeling of frustration. Even he got angry at the tiniest of things and the smallest of failures.

As beautiful as one’s expressive face is, it was still quite disheartening to see one of the most patient third years look so angry, so defeated. “Professor Crewel did say that this brew was not easy to get right off the bat,” He patted his companion’s back. “Why don’t we try again? Maybe things will be different this time.”

Trey looked up at Rook who smiled down at him. Without his glasses, Trey looked more serious, more mature. He looked like someone who could kill a man with a single stare but all that changed when he slipped his protective goggles back on and now he was kind and hardworking vice dorm leader of Heartslabyul.

“How do you do it?”

“What do you mean?” The hunter’s expression was confused, curious even. Even behind those purple goggles of his, Trey could see that he was genuine, he was honest…Maybe too honest. Rook always does things with the best interest of others in mind and there was no doubt that his actions were as genuine as they come and yet, there was this dense cloudiness not even Trey himself could see past and while people had their secrets, had their own skeletons in the closet, Rook’s secrecy was one so heavily guarded yet so obviously in plain sight.

He was an open book yet you couldn’t read the contents of it even if you tried.

Just how could someone so secretive be so open to the world and the people around him?

“…How do you not get angry?”

Rook’s smile was always so cryptic, always so foreshadowing.

Trey didn’t know when he started getting more observant to the things around him, he hypothesized that it was because he was around Rook more often or he was slowly getting used to having to deal with his two juniors and their friends causing trouble wherever they went that he had developed a sort of sixth sense.

“Clover, deliver the powder fertilizer to the plants at the back, they haven’t been taken care of as of late.” Crewel said, handing him a bucket full of white powder. “After that, you can close up the botanical garden for the day. The keys are by the desk and don’t forget to roll up the hose before you leave.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I’ll be on my way then.”

Carrying the bucket towards the back garden, Trey began to see and appreciate the little flowers that grew and spread through the trees. He always liked walking through this part of the garden since a lot of flowers grew around the path.

“Hm?”

An orange lily bloomed not too far from his foot and beyond were scattered clumps that stood out with its bright orange hue against soft pastels of grass and other blossoms. A sudden pang of worry washed over Trey and he hesitated to continue his walk but knowing well that Crewel would be upset, he pushed forward. The lilies grew in number until he reaches the foot of the garden now littered with orange blossoms. For some reason, the garden felt off despite being empty.

Breathing in deep, Trey moved to scatter the powder fertilizer onto the plants and over the petunias growing awkwardly against the white painted fence. Kneeling down, Trey took a closer look at the blossoms, his gloved fingers smooth against the wood until he felt a small pit under his finger. Blinking, he carefully pushed the stems and leaves aside; the wood looked damaged as if someone purposefully thrust something into it. Trey’s brow furrowed in worry and pulled his hand away to see the many identical marks made on the wood.

“What is this?”

The school’s cafeteria during the end of the week was louder than usual, clubs were raring to do their activities and the teachers could get a break after a long weeks’ worth of work. Even in the noise, Trey couldn’t hear it for he deep in thought. To his knowledge, no one had planted any orange Lilies and Petunia in that area of the garden. In fact, he had no prior knowledge of anyone possessing seeds for those plants.

Could it have been a project by one of the younger years? No, there would be an indication of it; plus Crewel would tell him or at least say something about it in passing.

Another club? That would be a no as well. Jade didn’t seem very interested in flowers nor did any club, to his knowledge, need the botanical gardens except the science club.

“Trey, what’s the matter? You haven’t touched your lunch at all.”

Riddle’s eyes bore down on him and he knew better than to hide anything from the red headed dorm leader. “I’m just confused, is all.” He said, poking at his now cold steak. “Yesterday I was told to find a garden to put some fertilizer in but on my way there I saw some Orange Lily and Petunia flowers, I don’t know why but it made me uneasy.”

A hum and Riddle looked down at his half-eaten food. “Lily and Petunia, huh?’ Another hum and Riddle tapped the tip of his plate his pointer finger. “This might be a stretch but do you know the concept of flower language?”

“Flower language?”

“Yes, if I remember my sources correctly, certain flowers held meaning and messages when put into a bouquet. Because of its subtlety, it was a perfect way for people to send secret messages or feelings around. It’s a romantic way of communicating but often extremely vague if the receiver had no prior knowledge.”

Trey took a bite out of his steak with a nod. Flower language, huh? He’s heard of it before but he wasn’t a big expert. “Do you know anyone who happens to have a list?” He felt a slight disappointment when Riddle shook his head. “Not that I know of, no. The book that I saw it in only listed a few examples but I didn’t see Orange Lily or Petunia in them.”

“That’s unfortunate, but thanks for your help Riddle.”

When he came back to the garden the next day, the number of flowers had grown and soon did the marks on the white fence. Trey passed his fingers over the pits and noticed that they were deeper, messier as if someone had been doing it without thought. The feeling of unease continued to double the longer her stayed there but her urged himself to stay and spray the powder over growing Lavender flowers.

Somehow, seeing the light purple petals beginning to form brought him an ounce of comfort and it was what kept him from running away from the area with his tail between his legs. After finishing his task, he exited the garden to meet up with his professor.

“How are the neglected plants coming along, Trey?” Crewel asked, sitting on a chair while Rook watered the fruit bearing plants next to him. “Petals are beginning to form slowly and surely but…” He hesitated to speak for a moment and sighed. “…I did notice a few blossoms growing alongside it but it didn’t seem to impede on its growth.”

“What do you mean? Was someone using the plot before us?”

Rook moved to the further side of the garden to water what was to be a lemon tree before Trey spoke again. “I’m not quite sure, sir. They were already there when you told me to put fertilizer over the plants.” Crewel brought his crop to his lips in thought, brows creasing as he mulled over the possibilities. “And what flowers did you see growing around the area.”

“Mostly Petunias and Lilies, the orange colored one.”

“Hm. Someone must have been angry.”

“Sir?” Trey’s voice came out confused and Crewel only shook his head. “It’s just flower language, down boy. It’s not a well-known practice nowadays but before, flowers held meaning. If a mage grew a red rose from the ground then they were in love, it’s as simple as that.” A knowing smile crept onto his lips, thinking of a certain someone he had in mind; one he had spent enough time with to know that a single rose was all he needed to show his feelings.

“But those flowers of yours, Orange Lily and Petunia…Those flowers are of the few that have negative meanings.” Rook pulls at the hose and the roller squeaks as he moved further and further away from him. “While not inherently threatening or mean spirited, those two flowers could mean many things from anger, annoyance, maybe even frustration.”

He dare not mention the stab-like pits he saw on the fence behind it.

“If it isn’t impeding on the growth of the neglected plants like you say then it is only right to let the blossoms stay as they are. As odd as it may be, different people have different ways of venting out their frustrations. As long it’s not harming other people then there is no need to worry.”

The roller squeaks again, Rook moving to water the last plants inside the section of the garden.

The day came to an end and Crewel left the two to clean up. “I’m meeting with a former colleague of mine so I need to look my best. I’ll leave to you the cleaning up?” Trey nods his head and the two part ways but not without the boy smelling what seems to be a type of perfume, it smelled nice…Was the professor seeing someone?

“Rook?” Trey yelled out to the empty room yet no one answered back. “Darn, did I get deserted to clean this on my own?” He wondered to himself as he gathered the gardening tools and rolled up the hose. Taking the bucket full of powder fertilizer, Trey made his way to the same garden he was assigned to.

The same unsettling feeling overcame him as he walked the quiet path but with the words of Crewel echoing in his head, the feeling ebbed away quickly. The flowers growing in and around the area were products of someone’s negativity, his frustrations and while Trey understood it, he didn’t have an answer to who exactly was producing this.

But the answer would soon come to him when an odd sound came from the garden before him. A grunt followed by two items hitting each other hard. Trey walked slowly towards the source and seeing Rook over standing over the fence with sharper the usual arrow in hand. His shoulders were heaving before plunging his weapon into the wooden fence hard.

Somehow, all the things Trey had been pondering were coming together.

“So this is your way of getting angry.” Trey commented and Rook turning his head slowly towards him. He smiled at his fellow batch mate. “Hey, no need to give me that look. I won’t tell anyone what you did here…In fact, I find the theme of flowers to be very fitting…You know. Your flowery language and all.” Rook stared at him for a long while until he snorted, bringing his hand to his lips to stop his laugh from coming out too loud.

“Great seven above that was a terrible pun!” Rook said between laughs and Trey could only let out a small laugh himself. “I try my best.”

Sniffling, Rook looked back at the marks he’d made then to his arrow. “I’m sorry you had to see this. I don’t quite like it when I’m angry...I have been told that I become terrifying and almost beast like.” Trey comes closer and pats his back. “I’ve been trying to find better ways to control it better but…This is the best I can do now.”

A petunia began to grow form within the pits on the fence and despite the negative message, Trey found it beautiful. “Did you make these flowers?”

“I suppose. Even I am confused as to why these grew here.” The hunter picked a petunia from the fence and brought it to his nose. “But then again, the arrangement is quite beautiful don’t you think?” Trey pat his back again. “I’m no expert on flowers but it goes real well with the Lavender we’re trying to grow.”

“I’m sure we can find another way for you to vent out your frustrations but in the meantime, you can clean up.” Rook was given the bucket and Trey gave him a big smile before running off. “Trey, come back here!” He said between laughs as he clearly let his batch mate run ahead of him. “You still have to help me too!”

In the middle of the plot, a Lavender flower bloomed against the petunias its rich purple color accented by the bright orange and pink.

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27) for sender to lick along one of receiver’s collarbones. (from Riddle to Trey!)

"Ah--Riddle--???" Trey squeaked, his face turning flushed at the sensation of Riddle's tongue running across his collarbones. It was...a sensitive spot, thankfully perhaps the taller of the two didn't seem to mind or dislike it, he was simply startled, having definitely not expected Riddle to lick there (or well...anywhere, despite them having been making out earlier...) of all places.

His voice seemed to turn a little breathy at the end, heat traveling down south as a certain part of his anatomy seemed to take some interest in the sensation. His hands went to different spots, one gripping at Riddle's hip, fingers crumpling the fabric of the housewarden's clothes, the other into the fabric of the blankets under him as they'd started the makeout session (after the first time Riddle being worried at being caught out in the hall) in one of their rooms.

[the-muse-coven]

I sold you to the pet store

"I don't eat that much...everything else is fairly accurate, though."

"Not wrong...!"

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Trey grinned, shaking his head in a 'no' gesture, "Not anyone from there, no." He chimed, wondering if maybe Riddle would ever guess that it'd be him, or if he'd just have to tell the shorter boy himself.

"Someone from the Science Club than?" He also wondered about sebek. He knew trey was quite into dental hygiene. And knowing that sebek came from a family of dentists it would only make sense that they might make a perfect pair. Perhaps once tree's 4th year internship came about He might even lean towards heading out there for the season!

Mentally Riddle made a note to update the betting pool later...

[the-muse-coven]

Your Attributes

"Well...this is...something."

[the-muse-coven]

"I can't exactly argue with that sort of logic, so...I guess it's alright."

Trey is both grateful but at the same time, a little discombobulated from the difference. It's especially hard when Riddle gives him that sweet little smile, taking all he has to remain without any telling reaction to the endearing behavior. He doesn't want his more feverish side to cause him to possibly give away and maybe ruin his friendship with the housewarden. He's always been...more than a little fond of him, perhaps more than really might be considered platonic at this point.

"Glad you remembered not to put oyster sauce this time." He teased, before turning to cough into an elbow. Yeah...okay, maybe he had been pushing it a little more than his usual. After all, with his condition, it had never been hard to push himself a little too much. As deadlines couldn't always wait. Still...he looked to the items Riddle had mentioned, an appreciative smile pulling at his lips.

"I do appreciate the soup...and the books. And let's face it, while your soup may not be what mine is, mine's not at my mom's caliber yet. And....well, it's really the thought that counts." He murmured, gratitude dripping from each syllable like honey.

“are you putting me under house arrest?” - gently tosses a Trey @ you (context: he's clearly not 100% feeling good/getting sick and is still trying to do his job as Vice Housewarden)

"Only for a bit. Is that alright?"

Riddle knew that he had a sweet smile, when it was genuine. And while he also knew he could use it to his advantage, he hadn't quite been able to figure out how to control it yet. Though, even if he had, he wouldn't have ever dared to attempt at manipulation when it came to his best friend. His expression now was sincere, and straight from the heart.

"You've been trying to teach me not to overdo things. I understand that. But I can be far more receptive to visual learning at times. So, perhaps you should like to teach by example? I brought books - and some soup. Not as good as yours, but I didn't put any oyster sauce in this time. So it should be an improvement already from my prior works.

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I have made the Grave Error of Not Including Some Muses I Have and honestly How Dare I

Trey Clover

Tag: Paint The Roses And Smell The Flowers | Trey Clover

Fun Facts!

- He’s pretty suave...most of the time. He can fake most social situations good but he’s actually pretty anxious most of the time.

- He’s Immunocompromised. If this man gets sick it will be hell on earth for him and also Very Dangerous.

- He’s got this Lovely Thing called Addison's Disease.

- He hides that he has the thing. Frequently. Literally this man will act like he’s fine in public and then go find a hallway alone or even just around a corner and just Collapse

- He may or may not have proposed to a child Riddle with a little flower ring and he may or may not remember that he did this.

- 100% still has a crush on Riddle and Does Not Know What To Do About It

- Bold of You To Assume This Man Is A Top. I know he gives off the energy but trust me he is Not.

Eyeless Jack (EJ)

Tag: Eldritch Hunger | Eyeless Jack/EJ

Fun Facts!

- Yes, he used to be human. No, he is not human anymore.

- He is some sort of Eldritch Demon Thing. He doesn’t even explicitly know what he is all he knows is that he is Hungry, Human Meat is His Food, and what he’s doing is definitely no longer cannibalism because that require he still be human.

- Looks physically weak, definitely could still wreck your shit, kill you, and then maybe eat you if he thinks you look Tasty

- He knows how to use the scalpels as more than surgical tools. Don’t test it

- Multiple tongues? Multiple tongues. Plus Fangs. Sometimes he bites one. It is never pleasant.

- He needs obsidian to file his nails back down. If he doesn’t they quickly become claws.

- He has a glamor that makes his skin more like before he turned into whatever the fuck he is now.

- Don’t make deals with him. He could hold his end, but he could also decide its too bothersome and use the fact you have your guard down for the deal to kill and turn you into a meal.

- Constantly Hungry. There is no lasting full feeling for him.

Byakuya Togami

Tags: Cold Hearted King | Byakuya Togami, An Heir’s Farce | Omegaverse Togami, & Red Crowned King | Mastermind Togami

Fun Facts!

- 100% projected him as not cis and not neurotypical. This man is trans and autistic

- Very Touch Starved. Very Much Will Not Do Anything About It Unless You Are Close To Him

- Very Catular

- like incredibly cat-like, it’s kind of uncanny

- Has Gastro-intestinal issues and problems with food textures and temperatures so he has an entire list of foods that are deemed “Safe” for him to eat. A good chunk of the time if he does not get these he will become ill

- Immune System is shit, he’s not immunocompromised or anything his immune system’s response is just really fucking terrible. As a result, he gets sick? He’s bedridden or hospitalized without fail.

- If he lets you touch him you should consider it an honor tbh, it’s a show he trusts you

- Was Very Socially Isolated during the competition for becoming heir. As a result, his social skills are terrible.

- Don’t be fooled he is Soft he just has a very prickly and hard outer shell to keep up appearances and keep himself safe

- Demi as fuck (but he also has super not great feelings about intimacy bc his dad is a dick)

Reisi Munakata

Tags: Lonely King | Reisi Munakata A Spectral Guide | Ghost Reisi Bare Your Fangs | Vampire Reisi An Intriguing Horde To Behold | Dragon Reisi & Primal Instincts | Omegaverse Reisi

- Touch Starved but kind of refuses to actually mention it out loud to people

- Autistic because his vibes in canon but also projection is fun

- Tries Very Hard not to have people form permanent bonds with him because of his being a King and thinking that’s definitely a Liability for hurt for them, but Craves It Constantly

- Barely aware of personal space. Forgets sometimes with subordinates because Social Niceties and Government things leave him very exhausted and his awareness drops significantly

- Available in Pre-Slate Destruction, Post-Slate Destruction, Vampire, Omegaverse, and Dragon Form for threads. Personality and some habits vary depending on what you choose

Saruhiko Fushimi

Tags: It Won’t Hurt If I Break It First | Saruhiko Fushimi Follow The Spectral Lead | Blue King Saruhiko Hidden Heritage of Blood | Vampire Saruhiko Educate Your Instincts | Omegaverse Saruhiko & Sacred Bonds & Precious Items | Dragon Saruhiko

- Available in all the same different fonts as Reisi. Besides Ghost font. Instead you get Blue King Saruhiko Font.

- Canon Divergent Timeline is Also Included in Pre & Post-Slate Destruction tag

- Touch Starved. Won’t verbally admit it but you can tell by how he looks at people.

- Trust Issues TM

- Will Show his Care instead of tell you

Muse List!!!

This List isn’t concrete as it is on it’s own! Also not a complete list as Muses may be added and/or removed based on motivation and Drive!

This List also will be the muse, with an icon included, and then a few fun facts

Zhongli/Morax

Tags: Lapis Dei | Zhongli & Adeptal Prime | Morax

Fun Facts!

- Still has his Gnosis as he is Canon Divergent

- The Contract with Fatui failed as Liyue was not able to handle the trial of Osial

- As this happened, the contract fell through, and Zhongli kept his Gnosis and continued to rule Liyue as its Archon

Azul Ashengrotto

Tag: Poor Unfortunate Souls | Azul Ashengrotto

Fun Facts!

- Canon Compliant (mostly)

- Pre & Post Overblot offered depending on thread

- Headcanoned as Autistic

- His Mer Form can show up if he gets too overly emotional

Claude Faustus

Tags: Spider Butler No Longer | Claude Faustus & Golden Venom | Cimeries Faust

Fun Facts!

- True name is Cimeries Faust

- His Season 2 reason for becoming “obsessed” with Ciel is because he was closer to madness and starvation than Sebastian was at the time.

- Was ordered during contract by Alois to not use any magic during the time that he was with him.

- Sebastian wins the duel because as Alois’ soul still exists, he is contractually obligated through the Seal to not use the total sum of his abilities

- After the duel, Claude resurrects himself by scratching runes for a spell into his own skin as the island collapses around them while he’s at the brink of actual death.

Hatori Sohma

Tag: Zodiac of The Dragon | Hatori Sohma

Fun Facts!

- This man is very tired

- Busy practically 24/7

- The injury in canon makes it hard for him to use screens for long periods of time

- Yes, he is the family doctor for the Sohma family, yes he also erases people’s memories of the family if they find out about the curse. No, he is not only isolated to practicing in the Sohma family despite them being kind of loaded

- He doesn’t lose the whole able to erase someone’s memory thing following the end events of Fruits Basket

- He usually avoids touching people’s heads bare handed because of this.

Kureno Sohma

Tag: Freedom From The Curse | Kureno Sohma

- It was really honestly only through Tohru that he figured out why he was the first to break the Zodiac curse. Before then, he had no idea why he was just suddenly free.

- Still very close with Akito, but no longer has to be around 24/7

- Still feels somewhat responsible for how attached Akito became to the idea of the Zodiac Curse binding them all together.

- don’t be fooled this man is just as tired as Hatori

- Does Not Understand Technology

Malleus Draconia

Tag: King of Briar Valley | Malleus Draconia

- Does not understand how human culture works, but very interested in learning!

- Moreso Dragon than Fae, don’t tell anyone though they’ll have too many questions and he doesn’t want to answer any of them

- He does, in fact, have a Dumbass Mode

- because Catnip exists. Dragon Nip also exists. It is the bane of his entire existence.

- The One Housewarden Who Hasn’t Overblotted (Yet)

- Very Disappointed that people keep “forgetting” to get him actual invitations to events.

Aether (The Traveler)

Tags: The Savior of Teyvat | Aether Umbral Royalty | Abyss Prince Aether

- He can speak just fine without Paimon, thank you

- Kind of Tired of Solving Teyvats Problems but still Willing To Help

- Can Access All 7 of Teyvats Elements

- Can use 2 simultaneously, though it is draining usually if the elements aren’t compatible

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"It went well." Trey hummed, sounding rather relaxed and contented. The bow of his shoulders from exhaustion a bit less pronounced than usual.

@the-muse-coven

"Trey, how did your Valentine's day go?" Riddle looked up from study guide, having finished jolting down a few notes for the first year's.