#Pomefiore Recommendation

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Twisted Wonderland Recommendation ~ Multiple Dorms PART ONE

Valentine's Day Special: Let Them Fight by @dilatorywriting

All Mine by @devvelle

Indirect Kiss by @renxholics

My Twisted Valentine by @sierrascribbles

An Unexpected Event by @arent-i-the-fairest

Pretty Boy (Vice Housewardens) by @mobbu-min

Showing Housewardens Their Counterpart Disney Movies by @kimbap-r0ll

How They Act When They Miss You (First Years) by @devvelle

Falls First, Falls Harder (All Dorms) by @kaleidoscopewonderland

Someone Forces You to Break Up With Them by @sweetlywriting

S/O Who's Like Alameda Slim by @kimbap-r0ll

Kisses With Them by @queenscodex

Hiding Behind Their Hat When They Kiss You by @willowwhispersspeakeasy

Comforting Cuddles by @candyk0rn

The First Time You Held His Hand by @ristoranteivorykeys

Pretending to Be His S/O by @devils-wonderland

"Kiss Please" (Vice Dorm Leaders) by @dollxmania

While You Were Gone by @arent-i-the-fairest

"If I Were to Jump, Surely He Would Catch Me" by @twistyprefect

They Realize Their Feelings Late by @cupids-chamber

He Did What to You? by @thatweeboverthereisthirsty

The Housewardens Crushing on You by @kaiijo

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Oh this was lovely! I loved how all their reactions were different but all were sincere and genuine. Epel’s accent was a perfect touch! And seeing Vil being so in love with the flower made my heart melt! Also Rook’s teasing always makes me smile! Thank you so much for writing this! It was absolutely adorable!

HYACINTH SORRY THIS IS SO LATE LMAO i was brain dead this whole time-

could i request hcs for pomefiore's (individual) reaction to mc giving them a flower? like they're both just walking along a sidewalk, mc finds a flower, picks it up, and is like "here :>" as they hand it to pomefiore lol i just thought it'd be cute <33

ooh this sounds cute! i’ll do my best <3

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Pomefiore's Reaction to Receiving a Flower

Characters: Epel Felmier, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt Content Warnings: Fluff, Vil is def head over heels for u,possible mischaracterization A/N: I'm barely familiar with any of these guys but I really tried not to mischaracterize... but don't shoot me if I messed em up.

Epel Felmier

You had found a white sweet pea next to the walkway on your way to class, and you decided to gift it to your sweet Epel as soon as you saw him in the halls between classes.

Initially, Epel looked quite puzzled. "This's for me?" You nodded with a wide grin on your face. "Yeah, of course! It made me think of you, and I think you deserve it."

He felt some heat rush to his face, and he took the flower awkwardly, but you could see the appreciation on his face. "Well gosh, um, thank you... I ain't never got a gift like this given to me by someone my own age." Avoiding eye contact, he gently caressed the petals of the flower, wordlessly admiring it.

He looked like he wanted to say more, but the bell rang, reminding all students to go to their next class. "Aw, shoot, well thanks a bunch, I'll see ya later! Maybe I can get something fer you after school!" With a big smile on his face, he waved goodbye as he ran to his next class. He'd be sure to press your flower in a special book he'd been saving for his favorite plants, that way it'd never wilt, and it would stay as beautiful as it was the day you gifted it to him. Now all he wanted to do was find something that showed him how much he appreciated you.

Vil Schoenheit

It was late afternoon, and you were wandering around the prim garden surrounding Pomefiore, and you found a beautiful, vibrant white and purple pansy among them all. It had no blemishes or imperfections among its petals, and it reminded you of Vil. Maybe he would enjoy this, you thought. So you sought him out so you give it to him.

He was alone in his room, responding to his fan's comments on Magicam and grumbling over Neige's posts again, but he set his phone down once you entered.

"Is there something you require help with, Prefect?" He noticed your hands were behind your back, but decided to say nothing of it until you revealed your intentions.

"No, I just wanted to give you something, my dear Vil," you smoothly replied, and revealed the flower from behind your back with a flourish. You carefully watched his expression as he gazed upon the radiant pansy, and it seemed like he was holding back surprise. Out of all the gifts he had received from his many fans, none had felt so... sincere as this. Flowers were ephemeral in their beauty, and somehow that made it matter a little bit more to Vil.

He tried put on his celebrity's smile, the polite, yet impersonal one he used to accept all gifts from his fans, but you could tell this one was more genuine than that, whether he wanted it to be or not. This one was special, one only you could see. "Thank you, Prefect. I shall give this most fair flower a suitable vase."

"Glad you like it so much," you beamed. "Well, I'll leave you to yourself now. Have a good night."

"And goodnight to you, Y/N."

After you closed the door, and he was by himself again, he pressed a gentle kiss to the pansy's petals. How he wished that this flower was you, but it could not hold a candle to the fairest one of all in his eyes.

Rook Hunt

As you were wandering around the campus grounds, you found a yellow hibiscus that was already beautiful and blooming. You carefully plucked it from the ground, and as you stood up to smell it, you were startled by a loud gasp right by your ear. You whirled around, and Rook was standing right behind you, admiring the flower in your hand.

"My, my, Y/N, what a radiant flower you have there! C'est très joli, just like you!"

"Jeez, Rook, I had no idea you were there... but um, thanks?" You sighed, forcing your muscles to relax after he spooked you.

"May I?" he said, gazing up into your eyes before looking back down at the hibiscus, gloved fingers grazing the soft petals.

"Sure," you said, but instead of taking the flower, he gently held your hands in his, and guided them upwards so he could take in the flower's scent.

"Ah, it smells delightful! How lucky you were to find such a specimen." He seemed genuinely delighted with the flower, so on the spot, you had an idea.

"Hold still," you told him, and he complied, as you slipped the flower stem behind his ear. The flower was bright and beautiful against his complexion and uniform, and his hat helped it stay in place. You smiled, crossing your arms and approvingly nodding at your own work.

Rook was stunned into silence for only a brief millisecond before his grin spread even wider across his face. "Merci! Oh, but now we must find you a matching one, mon chéri!" He grabbed your hand, and led you across the fields in frantic search of a flower just as perfect as you.

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It's not even my birthday???? Yet this was in my recommendations????? But thanks for the late birthday wishes???????

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Prompt: Couples will evidently begin to mimic their better half after some time. What traits do you steal from him, and vice versa? Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Everyone - because I want to and I’m amidst fleshing out all my Yuu/Character dynamics + designs Format: Headcannons. Masterlist: LinkedUP Parts: Heartslabyul (Here) | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia A/N: Putting all my brain rot from my notes into something cohesive. Contrary to my love for ripping your hearts out, I've come with some fluff this time around. BTW you may or may not already do things mentioned - I write my works with a specific Yuu in mind for each character so this is based on them. Just a reminder.

Habits you steal:

Plan-Books (Inherited) : Riddle habitually carries a planner with all his tasks. A physical one, not an app in his cell phone like most students choose. You find it easier to manage and swap to paper-and-pen alternatives at his recommendation.

Tidiness (Inherited): Riddle is a nit-pickier when it comes to physical presentation. His habits of pressing his uniform, laying his clothes out every night, and dressing conservatively rub off. He has a point - ironed trousers do make a difference. Every morning he will redo your uniform tie. It's never knotted to his 'standard', and is his preferred excuse to greet you before class.

"Now, isn't that better? Surely you are more comfortable in ironed linens than those rags you'd been wearing as pajamas. You seriously found them lying in Ramshackle? Were you not given an allowance to buy basic needs? Ridiculous! The Headmaster's irresponsibility holds no bounds!" <- Utterly appalled that you've been sleeping in century-old robes. He supplies you with seven sets of pajamas, a spare uniform, and an iron + board for Ramshackle. All after reaming the Headmaster for neglect in the last dorm-head meeting - either Crowley coughed up the marks or Riddle will supply from his own bank. Seven have mercy if he chooses to become a lawyer instead of a doctor.

No Heels (Developed): Riddle has a height complex. He won't make a show of it, but you wearing heels does emasculate him. Especially if you're already taller naturally. For his sake, you choose to slay your outfits in flats.

"Are those new loafers? Oh - no, they're lovely. The embroidery is exquisite and I can see why Pomefiore's Housewarden models for their brand. I merely thought you preferred the heeled saddle-shoes we saw during the past weekend trip. I must have been mistaken. Never mind me. You look wonderful."

Playing Brain Teasers (Inherited): Riddle has this thing with memory - you don't know if he's really into preventing old-age Alzheimer's or what. He carries a book of teaser games like Sudoku, etc. for when he has downtime and you eventually get into them too.

"Oh! My Rose, would you care to join me for lunch? Trey's siblings recently mailed in a large collection of cross-words. You'll find they are both educational and entertaining - hm? I do not seem the 'type' for word-games? I assure you, even I can relax on occasion. There is no need to look so surprised." <- Riddle's been making a grand effort to do things he enjoys and become more personable. Trey's siblings did not send the collection. Riddle went into town and picked it out on his own. He also found a book on organizing excursions since he's big on quality time. He is dead-set on not being a neglectful or 'boring' partner.

Swear Jar (Developed): Tired of Riddle collaring Ace for his vulgar tongue, you suggest a Heartslabyul swear jar. When the jar gets filled, the money can be used to fund things like study materials and renovations for the dorm. Riddle liked this idea, but now implements it on anyone who sets foot in the Heartslabyul. Considering you spend most of your time there, you've had to develop a vast vocabulary beyond swearing. Oh - you also unironically use the word 'fiddlesticks' now.

Habits he steals:

Useless Expenses (Inherited): You are an enabler without a doubt. Riddle has always functioned with the bare bones - with function and efficiency being the number one priority. Ever so slowly - you've spoiled him with aesthetically pleasing stationary. At first all the needless purchases felt redundant - why buy the pillowcases with flowers when plain white is cheaper? You can invest in a higher quality this way. Yet you've ruined him with gifts that he had no choice but to use. Now he needs to buy the pens with little hedgehogs on them because studying doesn't feel the same with a plain ballpoint.

Slang Dictionary (Developed): With each passing day, all the students in Heartslabyul get more creative at bending the rules. That includes you. Riddle takes it upon himself to carry a 'little-black-book' full of all the sang words he is unfamiliar with. He does want to be a bit more 'hip' to understand you more, but at the same time he wants to bust any student being a smart-mouth. It's an ongoing battle *sigh*.

"Apologies, could you repeat that term for me? Surely it must be relevant to my lecture if you and Ace are whispering. 'Let him cook'? Do you think we are in a culinary lecture?! Have you not been listening to - ah. So it's in reference to letting me finish before interrupting...One moment. I need to make a note."

Chewing Gum (Developed): This is an ode to psychology. In short, eating is tied to a person's fight-or-flight. Instincts dictate that our bodies need to be in a calm state to eat comfortably. One day when Riddle was at his wits end, you tossed him a pack of sugarless gum and told him to chew. Disregarding Trey's unholy dental screeching, Riddle develops a gum dependence for when he's stressed out. On the bright side, his jaw has never been so sharp.

“Mimicry? You must be mistaken. Even if my influence has affected their person, surely there are only positive developments” == Riddle denies any changes if confronted. In truth, he’s well aware of how much you’ve helped him grow. It’s the opposite accusation that spikes concern. Riddle does not want others thinking you’re a mini-version of him. Rumors are not kind and neither is his current reputation. Making those amends is his burden to bare. He is flattered to see you paying attention to his mannerisms, and secretly proud that your bond is strong enough to affect the psyche.

Habits you steal:

Whistling (Inherited): Trey whistles while working in the kitchen or doing general chores around the dorm. He's not very loud with it, so not may students are bothered. Since you laze about in his shadow the tunes he goes through do become repetitive. Now you do the same when cleaning up Ramshackle. Grim wants to knock you both out because he can't take it anymore.

"Ah -- How'd you know it was me in here? Just because I bake for the un-birthday parties doesn't mean I live in the kitchen, you know. My whistling? Huh. Never thought that would be my calling card but there are worse things, haha"

Head-Scratching (Inherited): Trey's got a habit of scratching the back of his head when he's uncomfortable or nervous. That, or rubbing at the nape of his neck while adverting eye contact. You start doing this too whenever you're being scolded or put in a tough situation.

Dental Hygiene (Inherited): By far the most obvious shared trait. Trey enforces his dental habits onto everyone- you are no exception. You now own four different kinds of floss, two toothbrushes (one being electric), and have a strict hygiene routine. Your pearly whites have never been so clean. Eventually you become somewhat of a secondary enforcer, policing anyone who sleeps over your dorm to take care of themselves before bed. All of Heartslabyul learns that there is no going back when you scold Riddle for not brushing after his teatime tart, and live to tell the tale.

"Hey - uh, weird question? Were you handing out floss to the Spelldrive Team yesterday? Seriously? I though Grim was pulling my leg - oh, no! It's not weird at all! Those guys should have a better routine for all the meat they eat when bulking. I'm just shocked you got through to them." <- Very proud. Mildly cocky. He's been itching to get those negligent jocks to floss after their banquets his entire tenure, but steered away from that conflict like the plague. Thank you for making his dreams come true. Now if you could maybe get them to stop picking their gums with toothpicks?

Habits he steals:

Overbuying Food (Developed): Being a baker's son, Trey's good with finances and money. He's also meticulous with the ingredients he purchases for his bakes. You are not. You go to Sam's shop, buy whatever is on sale, and then bring it back home to improvise. This ends poorly more often than not, and behold! Trey has two Ramshackle sluggers snooping around his kitchen for eats. This is unpredictable and therefore he now never knows what amount to buy. You've ruined him.

Phone Calls (Developed): Texting is easier. Especially since phone calls can be a commitment that Trey dislikes being wrapped up in. Whenever Cater's name pops up as the caller, Trey knows he's getting an ear full. The thing is that you never. answer. your. phone. Either the text gets lumped in with the hundreds of missed messages you have, or Grim stole your cell to play mobile games. So Trey gives up and only ever calls. Either Grim will answer or you'll pick up thinking it's the snooze of your alarm.

"Hello? Prefect, where are you? It's me, Trey. Just calling to see if you're still coming to the Un-Birthday party? Riddle's getting a bit nervous since the schedule's set for the next hour. Grim's already here with Ace and Deuce - uh, want Cater to send a double to pick you up? I have a sinking feeling that you're asleep...Call me? Please?" <- He was correct. You called back not a moment after, half-asleep and hauling ass not to be late.

Speaking in Propositions (Inherited): Trey's normally good at keeping neutrality in a conversation, but getting a clear answer out of Yuu you is like solving a rubix cube. Either it's easy and instant, or a long game. Eventually your habit of indecisiveness rubs off on him and he asks questions more than answers them. Evidently this gets his younger classmen to stop asking for favors unless they really need to.

“Aha - really? I didn’t notice at all. Okay. Okay, I picked up on a few hints. What’s so wrong with them taking after me? It’s cute, right?” == Trey is the observant sort that picks up on his influence quickly. Not just anyone carries floss in their pocket at all times - and the looks from his dorm-mates when you offer some up is enough for the realization to click. Trey’s used to playing the respectable sort, and finds it endearing that you’re taking his good notes to heart. In truth, most of Trey’s mimicry is intentional. He’s a flexible guy who doesn’t mind altering his habits to fit your needs. Easier this way, y’know?

Habits you steal:

Speaking in Acronyms(Inherited): Now this is scary. The first time it happened, you had to take a pause and just re-evaluate your entire life. You don't use them nearly as often as Cater does, but somewhere along the line your brain must have rewired to speak in internet lingo. O-M-G you're TOTALLY twinning with him right now, period :)

Nicknames (Inherited): Again, frightening. You once swore against ever calling him Cay-Cay. It isn't very slay-slay. Yet you can only hear him use nicknames for so long until you're unconsciously calling people by them too. Especially since he's always dishing gossip. It starts in your head, which is fine. It's not like they know. Then you call Lilia 'Lils' and that old fart is just grinning behind his sleeve because ohoho~ young love <3

"Did you just- AHA! OMG DO IT AGAIN?! Wait, gotta get my camera out for this - wha? Oh, that's totes not fair! C'mon. Call me Cay-Cay. Just once! I won't even post it to Magicam, please? Lils won't believe me without proof! Pleasssssseeeee - " <- He actually doesn't want you to call him Cay-Cay all the time. Cater likes you using his given name, since it's more personal. Although the way it obviously slipped out on accident is just too cute to ignore.

Reality TV (Inherited): At first you don't like the gossip. It's cheesy, a bit annoying, and the shaky camera-work for nearly every show is headache inducing. Cater likes his dose of drama in his free-time, and Ramshackle has a tv that no one is using. It starts with him watching while you do other things around the dorm. Yet each time you pass the living area, you take longer to leave. Lingering around like one of the ghosts. Then he pulls you in with snacks and starts giving the low-down of what's going on, pulling out a bottle of tangerine shimmer polish to paint your nails. It's just one episode, watch it for him? Please? Oh no. No. No. Suddenly you're invested in who's the baby-daddy of little Ricky and what Chantel is going to do because her sister just lost the house to foreclosure.

"#KingdomOfDeadbeats - am I right? Ugh. I'm so glad we met if that's the dating scene back home...What?! I know it isn't real! Don't be a dummy, I was just joking! Ah! Stop! Don't hit me!" <- Half-hearted jokes about going on one of those talk-shows one day. You're an alien, after all - imagine the juicy drama and views his account would get from doing an interview? It's all jokes though. Cater likes spilling the tea, but hates being it. Don't ever abandon him and go out for milk though, kay? He doesn't want to pay Grim's child support. Otherwise he might have no choice smh

Habits he steals:

Phone/Web Games (Inherited): Cater's phone is mainly full of social media. He's not too into the gaming scene, it's not his peeps y'know? Alas, you download a few dress-up games and one MMO on his phone. First off - props on getting his phone. That's Cay-Cay's lifeline and not just anyone gets to play with it. Pray tell - what is this Wonderstar Planet (props if you know what is being ref.) and how can he become the most influential digital streamer on it? Congrats. He's addicted.

"Who's this Muscle Red and why's he bombing our raid - AH! He just tea-bagged me! So not cool...Prefect? STOP LAUGHING WE HAVE BETS ON THIS MATCH! There goes my collab opportunity, big fail" <- Muscle Red continues to make an appearance. Eventually he becomes Cater's official rival on stream, and Lils is all to invested in the tea cater drops during club meets. Side note. You're the one who gave 'muscle red' Cater's domain code. The lore thickens.

Internet Caution (Developed): This goes without saying, but Cater's well-known in the Magicam scene. He's very forward and knows his way around using charisma. Since you're not in the scene as much, he becomes more cautious of where and when he does streams. The change is so subtle that only the most observant people will pick up on it - but Cay-Cay doesn't want any creepos popping in if y'know what I'm saying. His sisters were the ones to instigate this change.

“Awe~ SRSLY?! That’s fresh news to my ears but good, right? Ne, are there any clips or pics? I need my evidence, y’see. Especially if my cutie is off taking notes from their one and only. C’mon, spill the tea!” == Cheeky Cater is well aware of what’s happening. He’d humor anyone out for some light teasing - after all, he isn’t by your side at all hours. His walls are probably the second most difficult in all of campus to bypass, so he’s both sweetened and nerved to see you picking up on his mannerisms. That’s proof of a strong attachment, after all.

Habits you steal:

Knuckle Cracking (Inherited): Deuce still does this from his biker days. It could be because joint pain from past fights, or possibly air retention in his knuckles from studying. Regardless, Deuce cracks his knuckles at least once every few hours and you began to mimic him. Some people groan at the popping sounds but it really does feel good to release the tension. Let's just hope neither of you dislocate any fingers on accident.

"Stop that! G-geez, you nearly gave me a heart attack. Thought you broke a finger...your hands are stiff? That just means you're studying a lot! I think...uh, let's break? I think there's some leftovers in the kitchen." <- Deuce 100% gets needing to pop those air bubbles. His hands get stiff from studying all the time, but don't crack them too much or you might dislocate something. Side note - he shows you how to wrap your fingers with a soothing salve. He used to do it after fights, but now it's a great help after class.

Double Notes (Developed): Deuce tries. He really does. Yet the lad just isn't great when it comes to book smarts. Seeing that he is dedicated to turning over a new leaf, you make a habit of copying all your notes. He isn't allowed to share them with Ace or Grim - else all bets are off. Sometimes you leave little 'good job' stickers on the last page for him. Is he a toddler? No. Does he peel the stickers off and save them? Totally. He is a good noodle. Suck it Ace.

Sewing (Developed): He breaks things. Most of the time it's an accident. You've learned to carry a mini-sewing kit for all the rips in Deuce's uniform. Same for mini remedies for stains and other problems. It's not like he's trying to get grass stains all over his under-shirt or to split the seam in his gloves (nearly every week). It just happens, and every time he comes to you with a kicked-puppy look with a promise of it being the last time. It is never the last time.

"Uhm...hun'? It happened again. I'm so sorry for bothering you but Housewarden is going to kill me if he sees the tear in my blazer! Can you fix it?! I can't handle another collar with my exam tomorrow! I need to breathe to focus! - really!? I owe you one! Snacks are on me tonight."

Habits he steals:

Bottomless Stomach (Developed): Have leftovers from dinner? Bring them over. He'll get the tubba-ware back in 1-2 days. Coupon for buy-one-get-one at Sam's? He'll take the extra and polish it off in less than a minute. Deuce becomes a human garbage disposal and is taking the unwanted condiments off your sandwich to eat. Just pick them off and leave 'em on the corner of his lunch plate. Even if he dislikes it, he'll down it so you don't have to.

"Mm. Oh, thanks hun' - its that all you're eatin'? You don't like the steam bun? It is a bit dry, but wasting food is disrespectful to the cooks! I'll finish it for you so have my fruit instead. You still need to eat" <- 10/10 very thoughtful and not picky at all. He is grateful to eat your cooking and will gobble up all leftovers at Ramshackle, but doesn't think twice to sharing meals in the cafeteria. He will notice though if you do not eat enough. Restocks the snack cabinet if he sees it's empty. Is touched if you routinely share things you know he enjoys, like saving half your frittata on purpose.

Early Riser (Inherited): See - even if you hate the mornings, there is no choice at Night Raven College. As Ramshackle Prefect you need to be up to take care of business before class. Deuce becomes your personal alarm clock because he wants some time with you before everyone else joins in. Mind you that he lives with three other dudes who threaten to end him every morning because his alarm wakes them up too. Eventually he can wake up without it, but the time leading is unpleasant.

"W-what? Seriously? I've been trying to be more like them! They're a good person and responsible so I've been trying to follow their example. To think we've been doing the same thing this entire time...." == Why would you ever imitate him? He's been trying his damn best to become an honor student worth respecting, and has a long way to go. To think you're comfortable enough with him to mimic his mannerisms? It's a pipe dream, one he doesn't grasp until it's put right in front of his face. You don't let anyone else pick off your plate other than Grim. The next time his clothes tear, he's already handing off his tie before realizing just what's happening. When you wrap his knuckles after a six-hour lock in at the library? He can't help but feel proud at how neat the bandages are. Suddenly the dark memories of hiding bruised knuckles from his mom are pacified with healing balm. Deuce views this development as a gift, and is grateful. Very, very grateful.

Habits you steal:

‘I owe you’ cards (Inherited): Ace's favorite social invention - the 'solid'. Nothing spells new-low like getting your friends to do stuff in exchange for a favor in the future. Most of the time Ace counts on people forgetting he owes them one, but you're not so gullible. The only difference between you both is that while Ace never fulfills his solid, you have a conscience. Give it a few more years. He'll get ya.

"I know this is the third ticket this week but - Oh! C'mon, cut a guy some slack, would you? I'm sorry for bein' late to our date. Yeah, it was shitty. I'm not trying to fight it, aright? I'm here now so let's have some fun and you can chalk three strikes on my tab. I'll even buy ya some candy - Ah! Okay! Two candies but that's where my charity ends!" <- Evidently, the 'I-owe-you' tabs cancel each other out from how often you both call in favors. It's just an excuse to do acts of service or express apologies without being too mushy. Ace is definitely keeping a track record of them though. Expect an ongoing log that dates back to the week you met, when he showed up homeless, collared, and looking to couch surf.

Profanity (Inherited): Ace swears like a sailor. Maybe not so much in his dorm because *cough* he's being policed. He holds no such reservations when you're both alone at Ramshackle. Unfortunately his potty mouth has a mind of it's own - it taints you, and you are a sham of a prefect. Ace earned a week-long collar for teaching you some Twisted-Wonderland exclusive curses. Riddle is not pleased.

Leaving the Windows Unlocked (Developed): There are only so many times he can sneak in through your window before the adrenaline-induced charm wears off. You have class in the morning, and can't be bothered to deal with him on nights he can't pass out in his dorm. Thank seven you have all of Ramshackle to yourself - because Heartslabyul sounds like a nightmare with the roommate situation. You can't leave the front door open for obvious reasons, but most nights the guest-bedroom window will be left slightly ajar in case he needs a place to crash.

"Pssst! Oi! Prefect! ...ugh, Grim! Wake them up, man! The latch is stuck. Don't go back to bed you furball! HEY! IT'S FREAKIN COLD OUT HERE SO LET ME IN ALREADY" <- Please let him in. If Ace has to spend one more night in that stinky dorm with three dudes, he'll string one of their dirty gym socks over your bed. No mercy.

Sleeping with Earplugs (Developed): Bitch Ace snores.

Habits he steals:

Notes Memo (Developed): Ace is bad with remembering things. Anniversaries? Dates? Allergies? He admits to not putting in a great amount of effort, but you can't say he doesn't try at all. He has a notes block on his phone dedicated to things like your go-to takeout orders and preferences. He even has a few alarms set days before any important events because even if you say no-gifts or plans...yeah, he's not that stupid.

Excessive Yawning (Inherited): You're always tired - it wasn't Ace's problem before but now he does feel a bit guilty. Dragging you into his messes felt different when you were just the prefect, y'know? Regardless, it's human instinct to mimic each other's demeanor so he'll openly yawn all the time - normally in succession of you.

"Hey...you're dozing off again. Am I seriously that boring to hang around? - Nah. Just messin' with you. I'd suggest taking a nap during next period but I doubt a goody-goody like you is gonna take that advice. Let's just ditch juice at lunch and go back to the dorm. Don't get mad if I forget to wake you up though"

Medications (Developed): Ace is the last person to become a human apothecary, but he's always got a pack of pain-reliever meds in his pocket with a few bandages, etc. He also attached one of those tiny capsule bottles to his keyring with some stomach meds inside. You took a spill running laps? Dang man. That sucks. Here's a band-aid for your knee. Curse you for making him the slightly-more responsible one.

"Eh..what, like it's a shock? You saying I'm a bad influence? Cause yeah, that checks. Nothin' I can do if they want to take a card outta my deck though," == Ace is entirely neutral on the topic. He is definitely smug that you're coming over to the dark side, but he doesn't need anyone to point it out. He was your first after all. Maybe the start could have been a bit better - but hey, you came around. It's not like he's hurting anyone by helping build your backbone. Although Ace will instantly deny going soft for you in any way, shape, or form.

[harunayuuka2060]

Vil: ...

MC: ...

Vil: How did I not notice it before? The resemblance is so obvious.

MC: *smiles, slightly amused* Is it because I resemble my father that you felt uncomfortable working with me before?

Vil: No, I’ve already explained why, haven’t I? You were too talented, *frowns* as if you were born with it.

MC: It seems like you have something against naturally gifted individuals, Vil.

Vil: Do I? Of course. They put in less effort, and yet—

MC: ...

Vil: ...

Vil: Why am I venting to you?

MC: *chuckles* We've become friends, so it's only natural for you to share your thoughts.

Vil: 'Acquainted'.

MC: Yes, anyway, how’s the SDC audition going? Have you found any good candidates yet?

Vil: ...

Vil: *sigh*

MC: ...

MC: Is there a problem?

Vil: I'm having trouble making a decision. While I have my eye on a few individuals, I still need a few more to reach the required number.

MC: ...

MC: *smiles* Are you here to ask if I’m interested in joining?

Vil: Oh, please, as if I would actually consider that.

MC: *still smiling*

Vil: ...

Vil: Yes.

MC: I'd be happy to.

Ace: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Deuce: Dude, why are you screaming?!

Ace: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! DEUCEY!

Deuce: What?

Ace: MC will be performing in the SDC!

Deuce: Wha- REALLY?!

Ace: And what's more? We passed the audition!

Ace and Deuce: YEAHHH!!!

Riddle: Are you sure you want to include these two? You can disqualify them if you wish.

Ace and Deuce: Dorm leader?!

Vil: There's nothing I can do about it. MC recommended them after watching the recording of their performance.

Riddle: I see. But I thought they would be more selective…

Ace: Bruh-

Deuce: By the way, Schoenheit-senpai? Where are we going to practice?

Ace: Yeah. We can't always visit Pomefiore because your students are crazy about beauty and stuff and we have to fight them before they let us through.

Deuce: We can't go to Diasomnia either for obvious reasons...

Vil: We're going to use the rundown dormitory.

Ace and Deuce: Eh?

Crowley: Oh my, I would never expected the old dorm to undergo renovation.

Malleus: Why, Crowley? Do you expect my child to live in a run-down place, even if it's just for a short time?

Crowley: Of course not, Malleus-kun!

MC: ...

MC: Pépé, I have a question.

Lilia: What is it, dear?

MC: Why did Dada agree so quickly to renovate the old dorm?

Lilia: Fufu, he heard that Ruggie didn't pass the audition.

MC: ...

Leona: Moron.

Ruggie: *lowkey regretting not giving his best*

Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: I can still support them from the audience. No biggie.

Leona: ...

Leona: You sure?

Leona: *smirks*

Leona: Even if they're going to perform a serenade?

Ruggie: ...

[pomefioredove]

Hiii!! Could you possibly do headcanons of overblot boys + adeuce with a s/o who likes to collect figures or like manga or something along those lines? Also I love your writing you’re awesome sauce. feel free to delete or ignore if you don’t wanna do it!! I understand :3

<3<3 ofc

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type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, ace, deuce, leona, azul, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

looking at... [vaguely gestures to Heartslabyul] all that, I can't imagine Riddle has any grounds to complain about knick-knacks or clutter. he literally lives in a minimalist's worst nightmare. he also gives the impression of a collector of odd trinkets. like stamps or antique tea cups. grandma vibes. probably gets you a nice display cabinet for your things

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Ace is a sixteen year old boy who balls and thinks of himself as a lady's man. and, I mean, he loves you, but you can tell what he's about to say before he even opens his mouth. weeeeeeb... then he saves up all year just to gift you that one ridiculously priced figure for your birthday. like I said, he loves you, he just has a very... defensive temperament

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I feel like Deuce is a really good listener (or, at least, he knows how to be quiet when you're talking, unlike a certain other Heartslabyul first year), even if he doesn't quite get it. besides maybe Jack, he's the most willing to watch your favorite shows with you, read your mangas together, hear about each individual trinket you own... even if he still doesn't understand. it makes you happy <3

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Leona is more of a meh guy. "what do you want, a cookie?" is probably in his top ten favorite expressions. things to say when he doesn't care about something. and. listen. he cares about you, he does, but he's not really the type to pretend. he'll let you talk about your collection, though. as long as you're happy with him, you won't seek out Idia and become completely intolerable (his words, not mine!)

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Azul is having flashbacks to all the junk that Jade and Floyd hoard. but, hey: at least your collection isn't of broken toasters or wild mushrooms. he can respect the pride you take in your hobbies, and the care you... wait, how much does all this cost?

...yeah. okay, he understands. definitely not toasters or mushrooms. your room is practically a museum

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[Jamil voice] "once you're done playing with your toys will you come help me clean up the lounge"

no, he doesn't get it. you haven't said how much all of this costs because you think he might have a heart attack if he saw the numbers, and you keep your belongings tidy enough for him not to stress. so he doesn't complain

(and also because he knows they mean a great deal to you)

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[Vil voice] "once you're done playing with your toys will you clean up the lounge" lol

he's not exactly jumping for joy when you spend all your allowance on plastic merchandise and picture books. I mean, he's already had to lend you his winter coat, and there was that week you had to stay at Pomefiore because the water at Ramshackle was out... but making purchases seems to make you happy, so he begrudgingly accepts it

there are worse hobbies to have, after all. [side-eyeing Rook]

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I don't even want to write Idia's part. I'm afraid he'll materialize in my room and start fangirling over this (rip idia shroud you would have loved x readers)

but seriously, he's been recommending you his favorite mangas and animes and games. he probably buys you authentic figures that are thousands of thaumarks on a whim 'cause you kinda like the character. very sweet. very thoughtful. when should I book your wedding. etc

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you'd think that Malleus would be astonished? WRONG this guy lives with Lilia "hip with the kids" Vanrouge. who is not only a hoarder, but someone who most certainly has a shelf of manga and figures from his favorite games somewhere in the cavernous hole he calls a room. Malleus has probably gotten him one for his birthday (after the 5 hours it took for him to figure out how to buy things online). so like. it's no big deal to him. if you ever mention wanting new manga or figures or... anything... he will give you twice the amount of thaumarks necessary. he's like that

[yuurei20]

Sorry if this was asked/addressed before, but do you consider the Twisted Wonderland Novels to be canon compliant, canon divergent, or maybe a little bit of both? Thank you so much!

Hello hello! ^^ Thank you for this question!

The Twst novels are fascinating, and seem to be accomplishing a multitude of things at once: we get insight into things that are barely hinted at in the game, like the scorn Riddle suffers post-overblot, the respect he holds for Leona and how he wants to learn from Malleus.

・Riddle and the consequences of overblot ・Riddle's confession ・Riddle on Malleus

We also get complete changes to things established in the game, such as the retconning of our introductions to Leona, Vil and Azul. ・Meeting Leona ・Meeting Pomefiore (pt1)) ・Meeting Azul (pt1)

And, most interesting of all, we get a lot more detail into things that also might be happening in the game, but we were just not told about it due to the limitations of the visual novel medium:

・Yuuya's First Class The prefect is not exactly welcomed by the students of NRC, with no one but Ace and Deuce willing to acknowledge them. ・Yuuya Fails After being supported by Ace, the prefect fails to support him in return ・The Classroom Tensions between Savanaclaw and Diasomnia students ・Riddle and Unique Magics Information on how unique magics manifest. ・The Overblot Battle Ruggie and Jack work together to defeat Leona ・Post-Overblot Leona (the flashback monologue) Leona's fear of giving up. ・Trusting Riddle Ace and Deuce's relationship to Riddle.

Due to how some things are being completely changed I think it is safer to consider the novels as a different canon unto themselves, but they are also a great frame of reference to apply to the game!

→ What language is being spoken in Twst? It is never specified in the game, but we know the language at novel-NRC is not Japanese!

→ What is the roommate situation at NRC? While we have a few hints in the game, the novel has explicitly explained the rooming situations!

→ How many students are there at NRC? Again we have a few hints here and there in the game, but the novel has given us a solid number :>

While things like the above three points might not apply to the game at all they are a useful reference for fanfic purposes, for example, until such a time that they are confirmed or denied by game canon.

And there might be times when the novels are even making corrections to in-game oversights 👀

In Book 1, for example, Ace is unable to repeat Chenya's full name after hearing it for the first time.

The problem: Ace is well known for being talented at mimicry, imitating tongue-click sounds he learns from Rook on his first try in order to communicate with hedgehogs.

The solution: Both the novel and the manga corrected this scene by having Deuce, not Ace, be the one who struggles to repeat Chenya's name.

Did they realize at some point that Ace not being able to mimic Chenya goes against an important character point, which they then corrected in the other two mediums? 👀

As the novels are coming out after the game, this could mean that there is a possibility that they are actually more accurate to the characters in some ways, as the creators have had a chance to review previously established points and make adjustments accordingly ^^

(The author for the novels, Hioki Jun, is both one of the original writers of the game's events and vignettes along with Yana, and a member of Yana's personal studio, D-6th!)

While maybe not canon to each other, both the novels and the game are most enjoyable, and I highly recommend them both!

English-language translation of the first novel coming out this August! 🥳

[mellowwillowy]

I really like romantic yanderes, but I also like platonic yanderes. So can I request Yandere Riddle being delusional and thinking MC is his sibling? Like, in his mind, he's delusional that he and MC have grown up together or something like that, but MC has never met him before NRC and is an only child. If it is too much, feel free to ignore it. Thanks and have a good day!

Ohooooo this with one of my Riddle scenarios!!

I don't know how to write this but I have Riddle scenario where Riddle once had a friend (after the Trey incident) where the two of you grew up exactly to the expectations you two shouldered.

You understood him and he understood you!

It's like he finally had a brother/sister, something way more better than a friend!

So when he heard the news that you are leaving Queensdom to pursue your study along with handling some personal matters, he was completely heartbroken. His only ally, his only friend and his only sibling, gone just like that.

And you were literally gone, killed in the carriage accident. You didn't even give him the chance to follow after you. You took away all the chance for him to stick close with you.

Until someone else ruined his first orientation as a housewarden. Someone who somehow who looked just like you if the gender was shifted.

Did you reincarnate? But how could that be possible in this very short span of time? Either way, one thing he must made sure of was to make you enroll in Heartslabyul, the details could wait because he was certain,

His beloved friend and sibling was back.

"Sister/Brother, Heartslabyul is always open for you." He interrupted Vil's speech with you. The two of them were recommended by Crowley to you and he didn't like the idea of you 'enrolling" into Pomefiore.

[jienem]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 2

Part 1 here (I recommend you to read this first before continuing this.

Sypnosis: The reader didn't know what caused them to fall asleep thus Vil planned to help them.

Warning: the reader is not Yuu but a dorm member of Pomefiore.

You were dreaming.

A faint sense of consciousness lingered as you wandered aimlessly through a visionless, blurry landscape. For the first time in weeks, you found yourself dreaming. Despite the surrounding a blur, a wave of nostalgia washed over you as you walked around. The more you moved, the clearer the scenery became. You recognized this place and began reminiscing about old memories.

The air was warm, neither cold nor hot. The wind caressed your skin, yet no sound came from all around. You fluttered your hand and noticed there was nothing around you. It should have alarmed you, but it did not. Instead, a strange numbness and drowsiness overcame you, making you feel as though you could pass out at any moment. But you remembered this was supposed to be a dream.

You felt numb and drowsy.

It felt like you could pass out at any moment, but you remembered it was supposed to be a dream.

If it was a dream, how could everything feel so real?

Feeling uneasy and anxious, you glanced around, hoping for a change of scenery. That was when you noticed a strange forest nearby. Light illuminated from behind it, and without your conscious intent, your body moved forward into the forest.

Everything blurred once more.

You woke up again in another place, but this time it was your dorm lobby. The room was filled with all sorts of decorations, indicative of a celebration.

You remembered.

Your dorm was celebrating Pomefiore's achievement, yet you recalled feeling uneasy, as if something ominous was about to happen. But you couldn’t remember exactly what.

Glancing around, you noticed the table filled with an array of food and gifts from the other dorms. It all became hazy from there before your view was block with purple and gold cloth. A scent you couldn't deciper enveloped around you before a voice calls out to you though you couldn't make out what they were saying. You looked up at their blurry face in confusion, trying to speak. Suddenly, something was placed on your skin, and everything went black again.

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You flinched and sighed, accepting your fate. Your housewarden glared at you in disappointment. Glancing around, you noticed that your vice housewarden was nowhere to be seen. Earlier, he had knocked on your door, announcing that the housewarden was calling for you.

"Greetings, Mademoiselle Little Flower, how are you? Did you rest well? Oh, before that, Roi de Poison asked me to inform you that he wants to meet you at the library this morning. I'm afraid I can't accompany you as much as I'd like to. You see, being a vice housewarden involves a lot of work—oh! Look at the time! See you later, Mademoiselle Little Flower, take care!"

And off he went.

You got ready for the day, but then you were hit with another dizzy spell, causing you to lean against the wall and gently fall to the ground. By the time you managed to wake up, it was already afternoon.

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"My apologies, Vil-san..." you weakly said as you bowed your head. Silence followed, and you didn't dare to look up, fearing his reaction. The weight of his gaze felt like it could pierce your very soul, and for a moment, you thought he might kill you.

"Sigh, you're forgiven. Sit down here." You looked up just as he motioned toward the chair in front of him. Wordlessly, you sat down, waiting patiently. Silence enveloped the two of you as Vil placed a book on the table beside him. You were surprised to see an enormous pile of books on alchemy and potions, topics some you recognized well.

"I've done some research and want you to try out a potion I made to see if it'll work for you. But then you made me wait for hours." You gulped, nervously meeting his eyes, which flickered with irritation before he slid the book toward you.

"And also, I informed the teachers about your delicate situation. They told me they'll try to find a solution regarding your curse. And, of course, you do not need to worry about your classes." Vil turned the book toward you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"All you've missed in class will be taught by myself, along with advancements in some subjects."

"What?!" you exclaimed, unable to hide your surprise.

"You should rejoice at being taught by me. Not many people have the privilege of being tutored by me," he replied, his smirk widening. Despite his words, you felt a pang of fear. He narrowed his eyes, the smirk never leaving his face.

"And we should also discuss your daily routine. We cannot let your delicate matter interfere with your skincare regimen."

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You've fallen asleep many times, much to your dismay and Vil's. He had given you many potions to test, but without fail, your head always ended up on the table. Vil sighed in exasperation before rubbing his temples and muttering,

"Even with my skills in potion-making, I couldn't make your curse less effective."

You could only join his frustration by simply nodding in defeat. Each attempt, each hopeful sip, ended the same way—your eyes drooping and consciousness slipping away.

You fell asleep once more.

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Sometime later, Rook appeared with a beaming smile that could rival the sunshine of Scarabia, only for his lips to curl downward when Vil disapproved of his idea.

"No," Vil said firmly.

"But it could work, no? Just like the fairytale—"

"Tell me, have you seen or heard that they were in love with someone?" Vil interrupted.

"No?" Rook replied, a bit confused.

"Exactly my point. There is no way I'm letting anyone kiss their lips with greasy or chapped lips from potatoes."

"Um, do I have a say in this?" you tried to join the conversation, only to be met with Vil's fierce eyes.

"Absolutely not," he responded with finality.

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"Mademoiselle Little Flower, may I ask if something happened that caused you to be cursed?" Rook's voice broke the tense silence as you looked at him, frowning slightly. You tried to remember, but nothing came to mind. You hadn't had any conflicts or done anything that would provoke such a curse. You had been quite occupied with your routines.

"Not that I'm aware of," you finally replied after a moment of contemplation.

"Have you eaten anything suspicious?" Rook asked further.

"Um, no? Just the usual from my routine," you answered, feeling perplexed.

"What did you eat at the celebration?" Vil's voice cut in after a period of silence. You turned to look at him and found him already staring at you, causing you to look away instinctively.

"Um, I couldn't recall... Fruits and desserts, I guess?" You furrowed your brow in thought. Despite not remembering exactly what you ate, you recalled an odd dream from last night. It felt so surreal, yet the scent lingered faintly in your memory. If you were to guess again, it would be something sweet or sour.

You closed your eyes, feeling your vision grow hazy once more. A hand reached out to your face, prompting you to open your eyes. Vil's light purple eyes met yours, and you were surprised to see worry flicker across his expression before he composed himself.

"I think we're done for today, lets do this for another time."

He stood up and pick up his stuff whilst Rook and you exchange glances. He shake his head and held his hands in the air saying he too was puzzled by Vil's action before all of you left the library. As the three of you left the library, you glanced upward and weren't surprised to see that night had already descended. You turned around and nearly bumped into Vil, but he caught you by the shoulder, steadying you. His scent enveloped you—something familiar yet elusive, stirring a memory you couldn't quite grasp.

"Are you alright Y/N?"

What's the matter?

"Yes, just light headed."

I'm fine just tired V꙲i꙲l꙲-s꙲a꙲n꙲

There was a tension in the air, a mix of urgency and uncertainty, as Vil scrutinized your form before nodding slightly.

"Would you still like us to accompany you, or do you think you can handle yourself?" Vil asked, his tone measured.

"No, no, no, Roi de Poison! We must accompany them back to the dorm. We don't want our Mademoiselle Little Flower falling asleep on the ground somewhere just like earlier, do we?" Rook said giving Vil a horrendous gaze when he even suggest such a thing

"I suppose not," Vil relented, giving you a faint smile.

You smiled as they continue bickering Before you knew it, you were back in the dorm lobby. Vil and Rook turned to look at you as you bid them goodbye.

"I'm really sorry that I took up so much of your time. I know you both are very busy, and I appreciate you caring about me even though I don't have much useful information," you said earnestly.

"It's alright, Mademoiselle Little Flower. The continued effort to find a solution is what matters," Rook reassured you.

"I agree with that, Vil added with a nod.

Rook hugged you tightly, a wave of emotion washed over you, causing tears to well up in your eyes. Vil merely smiles on your way. You smiled once more, acknowledging him, but couldn't shake the hidden suspicion that lingered in your mind.

The scent from your dreams—sweet and spicy, with a floral undertone—had stirred something familiar within you.

It was similar to Vil's perfume earlier. You wondered if you had spoken with him at the celebration, but then realized it was inevitable given that you were in the same dorm and he was your housewarden. Yet, despite these logical connections, an anxious feeling gnawed at you.

What had happened during the celebration that you couldn't remember? Why was it all a blur? Were you overthinking, or was there something significant that eluded your memory?

"Is there something in my face Y/N? "

What's the matter, you look unwell.

You blink your eyes and suddenly feel flushed. You've been staring at Vil for quite sometime causing Vil and Rook look at you when they notice you hadn't said anything for a while. They continued to look at you, one was amused, and one was concerned. You finally reply with a flushed ears.

"I'm fine, just caught up by what had happened. It's just overwhelming," you explained, hoping to ease their concern. They seemed to relax slightly at your words, though doubt still lingered in their expressions. Rook smiled warmly at you before gently urging you to return to your room. You waved them goodbye and left them behind, the weight of their gazes following you down the hall.

Vil's eyes remained fixed on your retreating figure before he turned to Rook, who wore a knowing smile.

"What is it now, Rook?" Vil asked, folding his arms.

"Say Vil, did you perhaps talk to them at the celebration?" Rook continued to smile as he asked.

"Yes I did, is there something wrong with that?" Vil folded his arms as he questioned.

"But did something happen?"

"Yes, there was. They were tipsy from alcohol that wasn't supposed to be at the celebration. Those unwelcome potatoes might have something to do with it. I escorted them somewhere nearby so they could sit down. That's all," Vil explained tersely. They sized each other up, exchanging unspoken understanding, before Rook chuckled softly.

"I'll let you keep your secret, Roi de Poison. But when the time comes, you'll have to face it," Rook remarked cryptically.

Vil's plastered a smile at Rook. "As expected of my vice housewarden. Your perceptiveness is keen, to say the least." With that, Vil turned and started walking away. "I'm off to bed."

Rook remained, watching Vil depart with an amused expression. "Oh, Mademoiselle Little Flower, be prepared for what happens next. Once beauty sets its eyes on a flower, it'll never be swayed again," he mused to himself, a hint of mischief in his tone.

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"What's the matter? You look unwell, Y/N," Vil's voice cut through the haze around you. He frowned, detecting the scent of alcohol on your breath, and muttered in disappointment.

"I'm fine, just tired, Vil-san," you managed to slur out, clearly intoxicated.

"Did someone bring alcohol into the celebration? Sigh I'll inform Rook about this and reprimand whoever is responsible."

You still looked dazed as you frowned at him, muttering incoherently.

"If you have something to say, speak up. Don't mutter to yourself," he urged, but before you could respond, you slumped forward in front of him.

"You seem nice and kind," you giggled softly, struggling to stay upright in his presence.

"Excuse me?" Vil was taken aback.

"I thought you were somewhat cold before. When I first met you, I found you intimidating," you continued, your speech interrupted by hiccups and slurred words. "But then I learned about all your achievements, how you handle things, and how fairly you treat us."

"You're an amazing leader—smart, perceptive, everything I look forward to in class," you confessed, clinging to his clothes for balance, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. Unaware of his growing stillness, you continued pouring out your thoughts.

"Hm, you might not remember this but you help me before. When we were newly freshman year, I was lost and was somehow got into a forest, I think it was a maze from the heartslabyul... You calmed me down when you stayed with me, even when I accidentally dirtied your prim clothes. It was improper for a pomefiore student yet you didn't reprimand me. And I thank you for that"

Vil gently guided you into a nearby chair, standing in front of you in silence. He stayed silent for a while before tilting his upper body forward, he placed his hand on your cheeks as he wordlessly stares at your eyes. You could only stare at him in confusion when he open his mouth and closes it again.

"Of course, I would help you. You were a fellow dorm member." Vil chuckles under his breath.

"But perhaps you also don't remember this," Vil lifted your chin gently with his fingers, his touch tender. He kissed your forehead gently, holding you close for a moment before releasing you. Your eyelids drooped with drowsiness.

"Do you remember the time you wandered onto the set when we were children? You looked so bored while everyone else was busy," Vil reminisced, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips.

"You noticed me practicing my lines and kept me company," he continued, his expression softening at the memory. "Then the boy playing the protagonist arrived, wanting you to be his pretend princess."

"But you, stubborn little potato," Vil chuckled again, "you refused and suggested I be your prince instead, your protagonist."

"You kissed me then, just as I did now," Vil recounted, his tone fond as he stroked your cheek gently. As he noticed you finally drift off to sleep, a tender smile graced his lips.

"You once told me you wanted to see me in a play where I could survive like the protagonist. I haven't achieved that yet, but for now, rest well."

"𝔖𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭."

Hello guys! Sorry for the long hiatus its been so long since I write. Anyways thank you for reading this i'm not sure if I captured most of their characteristic and the ending seemed to be oc but ehhh what do you think?

[cheapshrimpysheep]

First Date - Pomefiore

SUMMARY: What would your first date with him be like? I know first dates might not go so well, but let's pretend these are different. ;)

CHARACTERS: Vil Schoenheit; Epel Felmier & Rook Hunt

TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader; Flirting; Kissing

WARNING: Possible spoilers from The Harveston Sledathon

WORD COUNT: An average of 660 words per character.

Heartslabyul / Savanaclaw / Octavinelle / Scarabia / Pomefiore / Ignihyde / Diasomnia

COMMENTS: “So many possibilities” was what I thought, mostly writing the Vil’s and Rook’s parts. And it's when you have so many options that you block for not being able to decide which one to choose. But in the end, I think I chose well.

I hope you enjoy ;)

There were so many possibilities and at the same time so few. So many because he could take you anywhere. With Vil’s fame and influence, he can open many doors for you both. But so few because, with that same fame, you would have much less privacy in public places. Not just paparazzi, but those inconvenient fans interrupting you and a lot of eyes turned your way.

However, he does know of a few restaurants with private rooms for those willing to pay extra for some peace and quiet. Oh, darling, don't worry. He is very aware of your financial difficulties, that's why he will pay for everything. Of course with that, the least you have to do is your best in your presentation and manners.

What? You think you don't have good enough clothes for a date at that restaurant? Well, let's take a look at your wardrobe, shall we. Oh gosh, you're right! You definitely need new clothes! Come, you and Vil are going shopping urgently. Why? Because he already made a reservation at the restaurant for the following night. Waiting list? For Vil Schoenheit? Oh love, your innocence is so cute sometimes.

Money? “You don't feel it's fair that I pay for everything, do you?” He says when you come back to talking about you not having money for clothes from the stores he wants to take you to. “I'm glad, actually. That shows your character.” He smiles “But then again, I'm the one inviting you. I could have chosen an alternative, dinner in Pomefiore or something on campus, but that wouldn't have been worthy! Yes, worthy. That wouldn't have been worthy to be our first date. And again, don't worry about the money. A tenth of what I get for playing the villain in a single film is more than enough to pay for all this. But... on second thought...” He smirks at you “if this is an incentive for you to strive to look and behave your best, you can still feel like you owe me something.”

He’ll recommend clothes based on what will best show your personality, what fits your tastes, the colours that best match your skin tone, etc. The same applies to accessories and shoes. You're not going in trainers, are you? By the way, Vil can pay for things, but you're the one carrying the bags.

On the night of the dinner, he'll ask Rook to help you with your hair and make-up, even if you don't wear much. We both know he'll not shut-up about you and Vil. But on the bright side, his words are a boost in your confidence.

Did you think he would be one of those celebrities who hide in baggy clothes, a hoodie and sunglasses? On your first date? No, he's going to look his best for him and you. The same way you should look your best for yourself and him. He wants you to look your best so people can see why he's with you. Not just anyone can go on a date with Vil Schoenheit. And I'm not talking about appearances, but about showing your inside through the outside.

He found a way to enter the restaurant as quietly as possible and head to the private room. Despite everyone who was around look at the two of you indiscreetly and immediately wide-eyed. You were wearing the same perfume made by Vil himself. Which alerted the noses of anyone who wasn't already looking.

In the beautiful room you were alone, not counting the times when an employee came in to serve you. You notice that he is wearing the same lipstick as you. Why would it be? “For two main reasons, my sweet spudling. First, because it was the best choice for this outfit. And second...” He lifts your chin with his index finger, running his thumb lightly across your bottom lip. “for when we kiss, we don't ruin each other's lipstick.

Epel knows very well where he DOESN'T want to take you: Pomefiore. Nope! But luckily he also knows very well where he WANTS to take you: Harveston, his home town. But this time it's just the two of you. Away from Vil's judgemental look and comments. And every other student.

However, despite the fact that he knows perfectly well where to take you and what you can do together, he is extremely nervous. Not just because everyone knows him there and many can still remember you and tease you two a little. Especially his grandma if he tells her the real reason why you're there with him. But also because of his own insecurities. He knows everyone thinks he's cute, that you think he's cute, but he doesn't want you to see him like that, especially on a date. But at the same time, if you wanted to go on a date with him it's because you like him the way he is, right? He will often be conflicted between continuing to be who he is or trying to impress you.

You've been there in winter and he'd like to take you at another time of the year so you can see another side of the small town. Luckily, your date turned out to be during Spring. Perfect! And what better way to get around in spring than by bike? He'll get his bike and get you one. Perhaps his grandma offers you an old bike of hers that is still in excellent condition.

Both bikes have baskets so he asks you to carry a picnic blanket in your basket while he carries the picnic basket in his bike basket. He'd like to make it a surprise, but it's hard, so the surprise will have to be the place and the food.

It is an incredibly pleasant ride. There is plenty of space for you as practically no cars pass through these dirt roads, so you can ride freely. Green fields full of blossoming apple trees under a blue sky are your whole landscape. Some trees have completely snow-white flowers, others pink flowers, and still others in between those two colours.

As you have plenty of space for the two of you and long beautiful paths, he will try to pedal alongside you. Always slightly ahead of you to show the way. He might ask if you're enjoying the ride, but your smile says it all.

You will stop at one of the apple orchards and walk through the trees. If you ask Epel if you are not entering private property, he will say yes, but that he knows the owners and had already asked permission for the two of you to be there. He spreads out the blanket on the grass between two rows of blossoming apple trees. Some of the fallen flowers dot the ground.

He didn't do anything too elaborate. Some sandwiches, a little pie or two and, of course, apples. However, the holes in the pies were heart-shaped, as was the cut of the sandwiches. He handed them to you with a smile, but also a blush. And you two would chat while eating and he would carving some apples for you. He carved one like a pattern of hearts, another like a rose, another like a swan, and even one with Grim's head.

It's practically impossible not to find him cute after all that. But not in the way he thinks, it's a different kind of cute that you feel but don't know how to explain. And it's while you're thinking about it and looking at your hands, admiring one of the apples he carved for you, that you feel a gentle kiss on your cheek. When you look at him in surprise, you see a mixture of confidence and hesitation on his face, this second because he's worried that you didn't like what he just did. But when he sees your smile, the hesitation disappears and he moves even closer to you...

MERVEILLEUX! Oh! The day is coming. Your first date. But what to do? There are so many possibilities and all merveilleux! But Rook can only choose one, and he chose: a date at the theatre. To see what play? “The Princess and the Huntsman”, a beautiful story of a forbidden love. He says it's based on a story or rumor about the Fairest Queen's stepdaughter.

Nowadays, you don't need to wear a fancy suit or dress to watch a play. But this is still a date with Rook, so you strive to be at your best for that. “Absolument magnifique~” are the first words out of his mouth when he sees you. He went to picked you up. “You are stunning! I feel so lucky to have the privilege of being next to such beauty.” He will continue to remind you how beautiful you are until you reach the theatre. He loves to see you trying to hide your blush.

During the play you do not speak. Both are focused on stage, or at least most of your attention is there. The other small part of your attention is in the hands. That's because, especially in the more romantic parts, he slides his hand to caress yours.

After the play, if you allow it, you will leave the theatre hand in hand, and talk about what you thought of the play as he takes you to a restaurant for dinner. A beautiful one, with a lot of your favourite foods. You hesitate to discreetly ask him if this is an expensive restaurant. But when you do, he laughs “Ah, mon cher, there's no need for you to worry about that. I'll be more than happy to pay for everything to let you rest easy. Let it be my present for you.”

If you say that you don't have a present for him to thank for dinner, he will reply: “Oh, Trickster, your thoughtfulness and concern are undoubtedly beautiful! But there will be no need for that. Tonight with you was such a magnificent gift that even the price of the most expensive of dishes could not compare. Let me at least treat you that, Trickster.”

Whatever you order to eat, he will order exactly the same. He wants to taste what you taste, understand your tastes to understand and learn more about you. A person's culinary tastes can say a lot about themselves, and he wants to hear every syllable about it. He can't help but watch you as he eats too. Every movement, the way you hold the cutlery, the way you bring the food to your mouth, the way you react to each ingredient. And no matter how good you are at noticing that the person in front of you is looking at you, he is much better at hiding it.

Unless he purposely lets himself be caught looking at you. “I’m sorry mon cher, but you know how hard it is for me not to behold the beauty that I have before my eyes. Please, don't put me through the torture of hiding it.” He’s looking at you with the most enchanted eyes you have ever seen, not blushing is impossible. He loves doing this to you.

If you allow him, he will slide his hand across the table to hold and caress yours while you chat. And slide his foot under the table to touch yours. Sometimes art shouldn't be touched, but when you allow it and that's his way of showing appreciation for you, he'll keep going until you stop him.

It is when you are returning home, or to the dorms, that perhaps you can no longer bear to hear Rook's compliments without reciprocating with a kiss. The best kiss you can give him is one that shuts him up mid-sentence. It's the closest you can get to surprising him. And if it's a short kiss, he'll grab you by the waist, lay you in his arms and kiss you with the greatest passion he feels for you.

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TWST oc Blanche Primrose

“I believe we’ve met before. Perhaps…once upon a dream.”

Voice claim: Nobara-Jujutsu Kaisen

Character info

  Blanche is a typically headstrong girl. Her temper isn’t as bad as some of the other students but she’ll call out others wrong doings. If she’s not doing anything too important or tedious then she’ll often be found day dreaming.

  The summer before she started attending NRC, she was told by her grandmother that Blanche is expected to be enrolled at a stuffy all girls private school that her grandma attended. Later that night a raven delivered a letter to her windowsill that spoke of how she was recommended to be a student at NRC by a few upperclassmen. She knew that night that she was going to choose her own fate rather than a path that her grandmother curated for her.

Fun facts: She used to live in the same town as Jack and Vil and was even friends with them when they were kids. She spent her first few months at school pretending to be a boy since, as far as her grandma knew, she was at that stuffy private school. That same summer before coming to NRC she would frequently dream of meeting a young man with silver hair. 

Basic info

Age: 16

Height: 162cm, 5’4

B-day: September 7th (Virgo)

Dominant hand: Right

Family: Unnamed grandmother 

Nicknames: Petit Rouge (Rook), Harp seal (Floyd)

1st year

Class B

Club: Light music club

Best subject: Herbology

Hobbies: Baking, day dreaming

Pet peeve: Selfish people

Favorite food: Berry muffins

Least favorite food: Seafood

Talent: Quick thinking (does not equal smart thinking)/singing

Unique Magic: Thorny Heart, she can grow thorny vines around her and even grow various plants from the vines. Such as ones that are just pretty or ones that have medicinal values. Sometimes when she’s startled she just SPROUTS the thorns and freaks everyone out for a second.

Character dynamics

Vil: Childhood friend number 1. He’s like a mother hen towards her, constantly fretting over her grades and appearance. It drives her up a wall but she knows he means well. These habits are especially prominent when she first starts attending.

Jack: Childhood friend number 2. They first met when Jack was playing outside and he found her picking berries in the forest while she was wearing a hooded red cape. As classmates they’re both striving to help the other. That could be studying with the first year squad or timing track runs.

Rook: Creepy dorm mate. Honestly, she doesn’t like him, like at all. She knows he possibly means well but he still unnerves her.

Epel: Hot tempered classmate. They fought a lot when they first met but eventually realized that they’re actually kind of similar. They bond over not wanting to be in Pomefiore in the beginning.

Silver: Love interest. Despite the dreams during summer, they didn’t recognize each other until way later, like Book 5 later. After that it was nothing but sweet sweet slow burn but one thing’s for sure. Everyone loves silver and gold.

Malleus: They both get a weird sense of deja vu when they’re first getting acquainted. They met one night when they stumbled upon each other walking routes. Neither could place it but they felt as if they had met before. Maybe in a dream, maybe a different time entirely. They got along and taught each other a lot, eventually Malleus joined in on Lilia’s teasing when it came to her and Silver together.

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Twisted Wonderland Recommendation ~ Multiple Dorms PART TWO

First Dates with the Housewardens by @kaiijo

Kissing Headcanons (Savanaclaw/Octavinelle) by @nakunakunomi

I'll Protect You, Now and Forever by @thehollowwriter

Dorm Leaders Reacting to Darling Tied Up as a Birthday Present by @yantako

Lover Without an L by @vtoriacore

Meaningful Kiss by @cheapshrimpysheep

She Blazes Me Beyond All Control by @cyn-write

I Feel Her, I See Her by @cyn-write

First Years Getting Asked Out by Their Crush by @kimbap-r0ll

What the TWST Boys Wear to Bed by @disney-trigger-warning

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CHAPTER 1: Twisted Wonderland

CHAPTER 2: Spider-verse (ATSV)

CHAPTER 3: Hazbin Hotel

CHAPTER 4: PERSONA 5: Royal

CHAPTER 5: CREEPYPASTA (pending…)

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bonus: original works/ocs

artwall: personal drawings!

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[CHAPTER 1]

Twisted Wonderland

“we’ll show you a real happy ending.”

-Heartslabyul(none yet)

-Savannaclaw(none yet)

-Octovinelle(none yet)

-Scarabia(none yet)

-Pomefiore(none yet)

-Ignihyde

and so they lived happily ever after(idia)

-Diasomnia

breaking up with the prince of briar valley(malleus)

the world we knew(malleus)

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series/various

leaving on wild charted waters (story/various) (songs recommended to listen for this series: White Tea - Rozie Ramati, Ex-Girlfriend - No Doubt)

-part 1

-part 2

-part 3

-part 4

-part 5

-part 6

-part 7

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the domestic life (various)

-part 1

-part 2

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[CHAPTER 2]

SPIDER-VERSE

“anyone can be under the mask.”

-miles morales(not yet)

-gwen stacey(not yet)

-hobie brown(not yet)

-pavitr prabhakar(not yet)

-miguel o’hara

amor eterno (daughter reader/series)

amor eterno [parte 2](daughter reader/series)

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[CHAPTER 3]

HAZBIN HOTEL

“now that’s the spirit! you’re in hell you delinquent fuck!”

-charlie morningstar(not yet) -vaggie(not yet) -angel dust(not yet) -husk(not yet) -nifty(not yet)(will mostly be platonic) -alastor when memories snow (x overlord reader)

devil’s spawn (angel alastor/radio demon daughter reader platonic) -sir pentious(not yet) -vox(not yet) -lucifer morningstar(not yet)

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series/various

my angel baby

-part 1

-part 2

-part 3

-part 4

-part 5

-part 6

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scarlet and silver lining(story)

-epilogue

-part 1

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original works/ocs

twst oc: Evan Bleu: a normal day for the blue fairy

PERSONA 5: Royal

“show me your true form!”

-akira kurusu (not yet)

-ryuji sakamoto (not yet)

-ann takamaki (not yet)

-yusuke kitagawa (not yet)

-makoto niijima (not yet)

-futaba sakura (not yet)

-haru okumura (not yet)

-sumire kasumi yoshizawa (not yet)

-goro akechi

why would he trust you? (x reader)

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artwall

my angel baby: author’s interpretation

my angel baby: school drabbles

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Twisted Wonderland x Obey Me Writing Prompt: Rook, Luke, Vil, Beel

Since the sounds of R and L is the same in Japanese, Rook and Luke can share the same name and so does Vil and Beel.

When MC introduced Beel and Luke to the Pomefiore trio. Epel was both confused and hype at the same time because...

About Vil and Beel:

MC: This is Beel, he's a demon that eats endless amount of food and he's very strong to the point he can carry a thousand trucks.

Vil: Endless amounts of--What kinds of food have you been eating?

Epel: He can carry a thousand trucks?

Beel: Let's see...burgers...barbecue, cakes...meat...uhh...anything really!

Vil: Oh heavens-- //dramatically almost faints// Heavens no, to think I would share the same name as a gluttonous man?! Absolutely no way I would accept!

Rook: Come now, Roi de Poison, this gentleman doesn't look overweight. He's healthy as a fiddle.

Vil: Even so, to see someone eat that many unhealthy food. There will be problems in your bowel movements Mr. Beelzebub, I would gladly recommend a strict healthy diet arrangement for an active individual like you.

Beel: I can eat vegetables tho.

Vil: That's not enough. You need to have a balanced diet.

MC: *Sigh* I think he forgot that Beel is a demon...Epel, what's with that look determined look?

Epel: It's just...it's so cool! To think someone can carry that many trucks...I must know his training regime.

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About Luke and Rook:

MC: This is Luke, he's an angel that likes to bake, he admires his senior a lot (Michael) but he has a bit of a judgmental side for demons.

Luke: MC....I'm not that judgmental...

Rook: Oh...pleasure to meet you Monsieur petit Ange. Your hobbies most reminds me of a friend who also likes to bake.

Vil: Being judgmental isn't a bad thing. I say you have a keen observation for others.

MC: He sometimes punch and yap about the demons because he's bullyin him and calling him a Chihuahua

Luke: Don't say that-- you make it sound I'm a bad angel... I'm just defending myself. *pouts*

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About Epel's Conclusion

Rook: Monsieur Cherry Apple, why're you holding hands with that angel and demon?

Epel: Rook-senpai...I have found my brothers...Vil-senpai, I'm going to Ramshackle permanently.

Vil: Permanently? Are you like going to switch dorms now?

Epel: If switching dorms enable me to be their disciple then yes.

MC: You know, you can just visit.

Epel: No.

[cursedcola]

Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore(Here!), Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: May have overdone it. Also, I'm a bit rough with my french. It's been 2 years, go easy on me.

There is a word for this young man. A term that has always been a one-way thing in his past. A noun that he has experience being the target of, and not the one it is describing.

Whipped. Oh, dear heavens, Vil is whipped for you. The thought both entices him and sends a shiver of distaste down his spine. Why? Because, my dove, in recognizing that he is whipped he is also acknowledging that he is dependent. Reliant. No longer the boss a** queen who needs nobody other than himself. The man the world knows him to be but this schoolboy crush has progressed to borderline infatuation.

Let us do a little synopsis of this downfall. A summary, if you will. An exploration of this Schoenheit's thought process as his prospective future melded from being Twisted Wonderland's resident supernova, to a domestic fantasy that would make his past self vomit.

It all began with a little birdy falling into a nest of snakes. Lost, alone, scared, weak - they slowly melted the hearts of everyone they came in contact with. Vil watched from the sidelines in interest. Not enough to investigate because *why* would he place his time in the hands of prey. It would be an utter waste.

Albeit so...Vil recognizes potential when he sees it. Not unlike himself, they took the hand they were dealt and carved a path to the top. He could respect that ... until there was a collision that threatened his own plans. Suddenly their oddities were no longer amusing and instead a hindrance. Like rain. Nice at the start, but the muddy aftermath never pleases.

And muddy his life became indeed. He became the villain he always disliked. Wretched and old. Completed his self-fulfilling prophecy...and somehow lost it all, yet gained something new in such a short span of time. He was no hero in the story, had no life-changing epiphany, yet somehow it felt different. For a brief moment, he was the fairest of them all to that little birdy. Despite his venom and scales, he was the fairest.

It dawns him that they both are not as alike as he once thought. He was playing a game of chess against someone playing checkers.

The oddity turned hindrance now became an object of interest. He started to watch them again and to approach as well. He wanted to bloom the potential he saw in them. Letting it go to waste would be neglectful on his part, so he would shelter them during their time in this den.

Or so he told himself.

While they could never make it to his level...the little birdy was morphing into a beautiful dove right before his very eyes. All without his help or a need for change. He never felt so desperate to be needed by someone else.

The object of interest becomes an object of affection. He doesn't want to recommend new potions, fashion, workouts, skincare routines - he wants to do them with you. He wants to sit in a rosewater bath together and talk about the day. He wants to be chided for wearing a sleepmask, blocking your view of his eyes at night. He wants to go on a morning jog together and share breakfast. To have you on his arm as he walks the carpet at premiers - brighter than any other accessory his stylist could choose. He wants to kiss your pulse points and smell his perfume on your skin. He wants to share clothes and give the press something to gossip about. He wants to love this little birdy who has always been a dove.

And he gets this fantasy. He has it for years but there is always an underlying gnaw beneath his skin that it is going to end - which he is prepared for initially. He does not do anything half-effort and dating you is not taken lightly - but he is prepared until he does not want to be. Until the possibility of splitting up is unfathomable and he can't imagine not having all the little moments that now he has become so...

Reliant. Whipped.

He initially wants you to propose to him, and hints at it frequently. How glorious would he look dressed in white, no? Which do you like better, black forest cake or almond chip? Oh dear...these tulips would make such a lovely Boquete for a bride...

You are either too dense to understand his hints (unlikely, considering you have years of practice) or he needs to take initiative. Well, if it is a proposal you want then it is a proposal you will get.

He stages it under the guise that he needs a partner for a photoshoot. Specifically for a wedding magazine. You, thinking this is another one of his blatant hints, comply to his pleasure. He calls in a contact from one of the magazines he has modeled for before and asks if they would like an inclusive - never before seen- scoop. Aka. to photograph his proposal and feature it on their front cover. With his reputation, the offer is accepted readily and they agree to set up the shoot with whatever theme he wishes. He goes traditional - set in a gothic chapel that is decorated with red and purple floral adornments. The works for a proposal with a dark vintage twist.

That morning, he leaves before you to handle a separate modeling gig. With a kiss to your wrist, he is gone and off to make sure that everything is perfect for when you arrive later on. Photographers know him for his tenacity, but none have ever seen Vil so anal over small details. Every ribbon must be perfect, there must be both black AND white rose petals spread along the walkway. You must be photographed in rose-tinted lighting, so the camera should face towards the biggest piece of stained glass.

When you arrive, you are escorted to hair and makeup in a whirl. The scene is a blur and you're decked head to toe in white. Gothic lace as far as the eye can see...and when you are finally allowed to enter the chapel, Vil stands haloed by his arranged decorations - waiting for you to join him.

"Stunning, my dear. You look absolutely stunning. A sight I will have etched in my thoughts for many nights to come..." he takes your hand, and signals for the cameramen to get ready. They instruct you both to pose as a couple taking their vows. The camera clicks once, and then Vil gets down on one knee.

You think it's part of the act and that he is improvising. Well, until he pulls out a ring from his breast pocket. One that is a sharp contrast from the dark atmosphere and obviously not a prop.

"Alas, my patience runs dry. I can no longer wait for you..." he begins, and takes your hand in his. Another click echoes in the room, "with this ring, I make you mine. There will be no escape. No lies or uncertainties. I am already yours. I have been for many, many years. Will you finally join me in matrimony?"

{Black Opal. Staring into the gem puts any viewer in a trance. It sucks them in with bright swirls - hypnotizing. It is so beautiful with its intricate pattern, yet at a distance it appears solely black. We often narrow complex things down to one-note interpretations. Do with this information what you will}

Our man of mystery likes to keep things fresh. He loves the thrill of the chase. The anticipation. The adrenaline.

There is no better game of cat and mouse in life than romance. At every stage there are twists and turns that one can never predict. Each day brings new surprises and events! At least, that is what Rook believes a relationship should entail. No partnership should ever feel the lull of comfort...no-no. There must always be a little spice and sweetness around every corner to keep the relationship alive.

At your side, Rook does not doubt his beliefs for a second. You are like a magnet for attention and rightfully so. Out of all the people he finds interesting...you are the most tantalizing to observe. He finds himself following your every movement early on. Long before you began to enter his personal bubble, you were rare prey for the hunt. Otherworldly, full of secrets, attentive, attractive, enticing - he had his mark set so firm that he would have watched you even without Vil's order.

Nothing is missed under his fond scrutiny. Rook is the first to notice small things, like if you trimmed your hair or sewed new buttons on your blazer. He has your walking pace memorized to match when he is at your side. He knows your favorite meals in the dining hall, your habitual seat in the library, how to read your body language, what your favorite treats are and when you like to have them - his knowledge is so extensive that it's up to you if it is considered sweet or creepy. Rook's affections are often teetering the line with infatuation; however, he is not controlling or weird about it. He simply is a romantic who feels the need to know the ins and outs of the person he will give his heart to.

If that includes protecting you from ill-mannered heathens and appearing out of thin air to catch you if you trip? Well, best not question where he comes from. Just know that you have a second shadow. He will only become worse when his affections are returned. You may feel the need to set ground rules for how he can behave in public. Loud declarations of compliment and suggestive topics will not be reigned in otherwise. He is a lover and a fighter. Remember that.

There will come a day that Rook feels you are ready to marry him. Yes, specifically you. He was ready very early on, likely because pining for so long (while exciting) was a chase that gave him plenty of time to learn what he wants. Any time spent waiting was merely for your sake. Only when he notes your fondness towards the idea of marriage does he create a series of tests to ensure your desires. Things like leaving a wedding magazine on the counter to see your reaction, and taking you for a romantic boat ride that just so happens to be a hotspot for couples on their honeymoon. He also mentions the topic in his flirtations more often, to see if you'll respond in kind or shy away. He is a thorough man, if anything.

Oddly enough, he takes a reserved approach for proposing. He uses poetry, which is not unlike him considering how he loves to speak with flourishes. In his heart Rook would love to set up an elaborate event to propose. Something exciting, like a train mystery or a scavenger hunt. Yet some things do not need to be active to be thrilling. Marriage is a delicate act, so it is with a delicate hand that he pens a book of poetry over the course of nineteen days. On each day, he writes one poem to describe one reason he wants to marry you. The first letter in the title of each poem corresponds to a hidden message that you will have to decipher. He does not tell you either of these things.

He hands the book off to you with a cunning grin, and says that it is up to you to find the hidden meaning. If you can, then he will give you a 'special prize'. If you ask the occasion, he offers one of his closed-eye grins and claps his hands. 'Because why not?' He'll say, and it's enough to pacify because it is such a Rook way of thinking that you don't question it.

No matter how long it takes, he waits. He'll watch you analyze each poem and pout for an answer - one he refuses to give. It's all in the chase, after all. He can be patient. All good things come to those who wait.

One cold afternoon, he finds you curled up on the couch in your shared home. A blanket around your shoulders, a hot drink, and the book nestled in your lap. Nothing out of the usual...aside from the pen in your hand hovering over a notebook. Silent as a mouse, he hovers over your shoulder to take a peek and smirks at what has you so miffed.

"Ah...I take it you have words for me, mon coeur. Are they perhaps about a certain mystery?" You jump, and slam the notebook shut before turning around. His eyes crinkle in delight at the sight - his well waited prize. The flush of your cheeks suggest you solved the puzzle and the sweat on your brow shows that you know he knows. Rook rounds about the couch in an instant and crouches on his knees in front of you. He takes your notebook, opens it, and displays the words 'Will You Marry Me?' for you. "Is this your answer? Are you confident?" You nod, avoiding his eyes and he grabs your chin to face him. With a hum of approval, he tips off his hat to pull out a wooden box. In the box is a ring, and he effortlessly slips it onto your finger without asking permission. "Mon moitié...mon trésor. Je te chérirai. Je t'aimerai. Je ne te laisserai jamais partir. Avec cette bague, je suis à toi jusqu'à ce que la mort nous sépare…"

{A large pearl, nested between two emeralds, and a pure gold band. In Rook's eyes, the ring should compliment the wearer. It is the accent piece to your beauty. It should be comfortable, so you never have reason to remove it. In addition to this, it should also serve as a reminder that he is always looking for you. The pearl represents his untainted affection, and the two emeralds are his all-seeing eyes. He hopes this ring brings feelings of comfort and safety}

He is beauty, he is grace, he will punch you in the face - unless you're the object of his affections. Then you get a get out of jail free card. One use. Reinstated every time his heart skips a beat.

Our young lad is a bit of an unpredictable case when it comes to his emotions. Growing up in a small town like Harveston, there was no one his age to spend time with. NRC became his first exposure to people his age, and that made you his first love by default. He wasn't looking for it, didn't have any way to identify it, and frankly he disliked the emotions at first for various reasons. There is a lot to unpack here.

As everyone knows, Epel has a feminine appearance. The exact opposite of how he feels inside. The frilly clothes his dorm makes him wear do nothing to fix that - and now there is this tingling feeling in his chest that takes away his thought process? No. Just no. Not welcome at all. He needs his wits to make up for his unassuming appearance, and he ain't going to have some stranger twisting that about just because they're a bit attractive. Every apple tastes sweet until you try another kind - he says to himself.

He lets it fester for some time and actively avoids you. He sees the hurt in your eyes at his offput demeanor, but can't do much about it. It's your fault if you want to put yourself out there when everyone knows he's not the biggest talker.

Unfortunately...you stick around. Being in his academic year means that most of your classes align, and eventually your friend group does as well. There is no getting around you, and it doesn't take long for other people to connect the dots. Any chance at him getting a tougher reputation were ruined before they even began.

Eventually his resilience runs out and he gives in. Except now we have reason two - he has no chance with you. Zip. Nada. How Lovely.

Why the h*ll would ya go for this country bumpkin with the social skills of a rock? You'd be crazy to an' he ain't going to put himself out for heartbreak.

Now he's stuck humming love tunes and making carved apples of your face because he has years of pining built up with no outlet. It's pitiable, which makes him seethe because he can't do nothin' about it. Rook teased him once after finding Epel making yet another carving while laying in bed, and barely missed getting an apple to the head. The splattered remains of his fruit art on the wall spoke more than any threat could.

Point being, he is emotionally stunted and so he does not ever confess. Not until you do, that is. In that moment all class flew out of his body and he reverted to the socially challenged boy he was before enrolling at NRC. An extremely rare sight for anyone to see...he cringes thinking back on it. When you first said your feelings, he thought you were pulling a prank and got pissed. When he processed that you were serious, Epel lost control of himself and just blurted his thoughts out like a child.

Which is why his proposal is going to be different. It *has* to be different. This time, he'll be the one to ask you and he'll be prepared to avoid any mess ups. He refuses to be one-upped for such an important moment. This time you will be the flustered mess, and he will be the collected one.

To do this, he chooses to propose back in Harveston where he is most in his element. You'll both stay with his family on a weekend vacation in autumn, which meant there would be plenty of open land to arrange for something nice. Not to mention nice scenery from all the fallen leaves and orchards being in bloom. After a long talk with his family, he'd arrange to take you on a day tour of the land on horseback. Basically flaunt all of his farmboy knowledge for a confidence boost, and at the end of the night he'd light a campfire. With some warm cider, the noises of the night, and calm warmth of the hearth - he'd propose. It was almost perfect. *Almost*.

A simple ring feels too disconnected for Epel, and anything extravagant is too expensive considering the family farm's financial state. So, he decides to make it extra special by carving the ring box himself. Wood isn't that much different than apples...

On the first night he decides to work on some finishing touches after you've gone to sleep, and sits on the front porch to widdle away at the design. Like he does when carving apples, he hums a tune into the night as he focuses. Thoughts of the next day making him a bit louder and more excitable than usual - which, unfortunately wakes you up.

The front door opens and he pays it no heed, thinking it's one of his parents coming out for some fresh air. When you plop down next to him and look at the box - well, to say the earth shattered would be an understatement.

"Why aren't you sleepin'?!" His heart hammers and he tries to hide the box under one of his legs. The reaction being too late, since you already got a good look at it. You quirk an eyebrow at his haste, and a mischievous glint twists in your eye. Without warning, you fight him to see what's behind his back. 'What'cha got there Epel~ Why you so embarased huhu~' you tease and his ears flush a deep red. "It's nothin'! Mind your own buisness" 'Well clearly it's something' "I said it's not for you! Get your hands off me," 'Oh? I thought you liked my hands on you~ It looked like a ring box though. Who're you giving a ring to, huh?' "Dangit maybe you'd find out if ya stopped ruining your own surprises!" In his last attempt to avoid your teasing, he tries to yank away but drops the box. It hits the porch with a thud and the lid pops open to show an engagement ring. "...ah sh*t," he swears and hastily crouches to pick it up. You don't tear your eyes away from it, neither from the carvings or how your name is etched in perfect cursive on the lid. Still on his knee, Epel checks the ring for damage before noticing your shocked stupor. He looks at the box again, and signs through his nose before turning towards you. "I had a whole day planned, y'hear me?! For once, I wanted ta be the one surprisin' you...but seein' how you're all tight lipped now, guess I did a good, huh? So? What'dya say? Will you marry me?"

{Crafted using the common hardwood from one of the many apple trees on the family farm. On the outside, there is a carving of a tree taking roots to symbolize the start of a new life. Definitely not because he was surrounded by trees while working on it, and decided to use them for inspiration. When the box is open, the top lid has your names carved along with the date. Well, the date of his *intended* proposal. That will need to be altered. Inside is a simple rose-gold band with small diamonds. Despite the ring's simplicity, he hopes his efforts to make you feel special are not in vain}

NOTE: Translation for Rook: "I will cherish you. I will love you. I'll never let you go. With this ring, I'm yours till death do us part"

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: Professor Crewel, it seems there's an error in my grade. You've accidentally given me extra credit.

Professor Crewel: No, pup. I didn’t make a mistake. You earned that extra credit.

MC: But I don’t recall doing anything special. I simply followed all of your instructions.

Professor Crewel: You were so absorbed in the task that you didn’t notice your classmates were struggling.

MC: ...

MC: Oh.

Professor Crewel: Anyway, let’s move on from that. How’s life in Diasomnia?

MC: *smiles*

MC: It’s going well. Pé— I mean, Lilia, is always really helpful. And my Da— dorm leader always makes sure I feel at home.

Professor Crewel: That's great to hear, pup.

Professor Crewel: Oh, by the way, I nearly forgot to mention that Vil Schoenheit, the dorm leader of Pomefiore, is looking for a new member to join the Film Studies Club.

Professor Crewel: I’m curious if you’d be interested in joining. I see some potential in you and intend to make the most of it.

MC: ...

MC: May I first seek permission from my dorm leader?

Malleus: *has already prepared a club uniform for them, hoping they will join him in the Gargoyle Research Society*

Malleus: Oh, so you have received an offer...

MC: ...

MC: I can refuse—

Malleus: No. *gives them a reassuring smile*

Malleus: I’m sure you’ve developed your own interests in the world you came from. If this club piques your interest, I’ll support you.

MC: ...

MC: I’m curious about Dada's passion for gargoyles. If you don’t mind, I’d like to learn more about it even if I’m not a member of the club.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: *opens his arms wide and gives them a tight, affectionate hug*

Malleus: Will you wear the shirt too?

MC: *nods*

Malleus: *makes happy, squeaky noises*

Vil: While Professor Crewel might have recommended you, it doesn’t mean I won’t evaluate you myself.

MC: ...

MC: I don’t want to embarrass Professor Crewel, so I will make sure to meet your expectations.

Vil: It seems you believe I can be easily impressed.

MC: ...

MC: It depends.

Vil: ...

*The members of the Film Studies Club, including Vil himself, were thoroughly impressed by MC's exceptional acting and singing skills.*

Vil: ...

Vil: You... Do you have previous experience?

MC: No—

MC: ...

MC: Not in a professional set up.

Vil: ...

Vil: I see. You certainly have the skills for it, but I’m not entirely comfortable with how effortlessly it seemed for you.

MC: Huh?

Vil: I'm not sure if I can work with you.

MC: ...

MC: Does that mean...

Vil: Yes. You won't be part of the club.

MC: ...

Vil: ...

MC: I see. Thank you for your time. *turned around and left after saying that*

Vil: ...

Vil: Was I just imagining it, or did they actually give me a look of respect?

Malleus: I’m sorry to hear that you didn’t get in.

MC: I'm alright, Dada. *smiling*

Malleus: You don’t seem to be affected by it. Why is that?

MC: ...

MC: I was used to people agreeing with everything I said or did, never showing their true feelings or intentions. I felt genuinely pleased when someone was honest with me and wasn’t influenced by my skills or abilities.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: *smiles* I see.