#i think a part of it is the stress from work leeching into my personal life

[suddencolds]

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[urstruly-ghst]

the 1 - the second years !

in which you return home with one last message: it would've been you.

author's note: love when we get to go home! but the cost?

cw: swearing

riddle rosehearts

how dare you?— that was riddle's first thought when you came to his dorm, ecstatic with the prospect of coming home. however, he knew that was selfish— his rose was finally getting their wish come true! what more can he ask?

yet, as he reaches out to your arm before you are whisked away, he only had one question: was he the one? the one you wish to have lived a humble life with? the one who would've been by your side for how long time will permit?

you smiled sadly, because, as much as you are ecstatic, you are gutted at the prospect of leaving him. he was one of your favorite— scratch that, he was your favorite part of twisted wonderland. he was your destined soulmate. how cruel was it for you to figure that out when you don't belong in his world.

"riddle, if i could just easily go back on forth... i would, because you are it, riddle. you're my..." you choked up and looked down at your interlocked hands,

"you're the one." riddle choked

ruggie bucchi

why was he here? ruggie asked as you snuck him out for something. he noticed you seem happier yet withdrawn. he reached out and when you spat you're going home? he froze and nearly wanted to leave you.

ruggie didn't need someone else to abandon him, not after all the shit he put through to make things work out. he's pissed, understandably so, but he also can't help but feel defeated. this "talk" could've been his time at work, he reasoned, but here he was— shattered at the prospect.

his first question was, why? he never had someone genuinely care for him that doesn't benefit them besides his family. so when you and him make it past that enormous mountain of doubt, it was a big deal. now here you are, leaving him for what? as he looked at you, he can't help but feel angry and worst of all, sad. because he usually finds ways, but here, he's defenseless once more.

"leave then." ruggie said as he tried to hide his flattened ears and teary eyes. you reach out to him and whispered your dreams of spending your last days with him.

"i would've loved nothing more than to grow old with you, stressing over bills and making ends meet... and maybe you'll find someone else, someone sweeter and..." you caress his face and smile. "and someone who'll be with you till they get to see you succeed."

azul ashengrotto

its unfair. azul would say, you were supposed to be with him until... then again, was there ever a contract? he prides himself that no one gets away from his grasp, yet here he is, losing the most important person he dreamed to have stayed.

azul dreamed of any outcome, just not this. he laughed, foolish enough to think you would've stayed forever. as you both huddle in your private space in the vip room, he can't help but want to make a deal with you, some deal to make you stay. why not delay for a year? a decade? but as he stared at your longing eyes, he knew he had to let you go.

but he can't help but wonder. you saw how azul accepted that the leech twins will leave him the moment the time comes, it took some time... but he surrendered to that fact long ago. azul blames himself for not doing the same with your departure. he should've kept some piece of himself behind, but how foolish is he to give you his whole heart.

"perhaps we can... my dear.. please" azul hiccuped as he hugged you and unable to find it in his mind to make you stay.

"azul..." you coo, "if i had a say in this, i would've... i would've loved to live this life with you. i would've loved to see you grow your empire and well... i would've been there in every waking moment to see you become the man you dream to be." you smile and kiss his head

"and if anything, i can see you becoming that amazing man." as you shakily kissed him, "you're the one i wish i can spend my whole life with"

jade leech

if you thought he'd not fight with you, you're dead wrong. you're welcome to sit there and think he'd grovel, but he's executing every means to delay you. but once he realizes he cannot keep you any longer, he just sits there in shock.

why? why aren't you going to fight against this? wasn't he a dream of yours? was he not worth the fight? he conjured up so many questions and unabashedly used some of his unique spell so you can speak your truth, and it hurt when you answer in full honesty.

can't he just whisk you away? why aren't you... you both sit together in pain and longing. so many times has jade gotten his way this was one of the first... it hurts. he stayed there holding you close, foolishy listening to your heartbeat.

"jade...?" you whispered, "i love you" he nodded with tears in his eyes. he whispered his reply and he glared at the fact you were honest. he wishes you lied, to make him feel angry... but..

"if i could lie to you, i would've. but jade, i meant it. you're the one. i wish i could say you weren't. it would've been easier but... hey, when did i ever choose easy?"

floyd leech

he squeezed you. he didn't want you to leave. it was not fair. floyd wasn't the type to let go and accept things so easily. you were his, the moment he saw you, but why don't you fucking act like it?

you hiccuped as you were taken into his arms, he was convinced you wouldn't be taken away. floyd opened up to you, he told you things not even his twin would know. who else would be his shrimpy? who else would make things count now.

as he hiccuped and held you tightly, you gave him the dreams you wish to have shared with him. and while floyd doubts he'll get your dreams with how he might avoid it, any connection of you, you smile and just believed him.

"i was wrong about you. you proved to me how fun it was to be loved and love crazy. so floyd, prove me wrong again, and prove to me i wasn't the one for you. but, if i can be selfish, i want you to know you can never..." you gasp for air as you regret saying it, "you can never disprove how you're the one for me."

kalim al asim

he was used to losses, kalim can just find new things. but not with you. never with you. irreplaceable was the only word for you, there could only be one you. kalim wasn't prepared to lose you too.

kalim promises he'll be good, he'll go the extra mile, he begs at your feet. you couldn't leave, no. only you could've broken him down to pieces. your sunshine was what he was missing and what he yearns for every waking moment. humor him, stay.

"i could be more... or i could also!" kalim has begged and traded anything he can for the nth time. you shake your head, giving him the biggest smile you can.

"i don't need anything from you." you say as you told him everything he needed to hear, from you, "because you've given me the world, im sorry if i couldn't have given you half of what you gave me. kalim, find someone that your heart desires, screw what your baba thinks. you deserve the world. you're my greatest treasure, so you deserve at the very least the world with love"

jamil viper

jamil reasoned he should've known better. good things end up gone when it came to him. he wondered if this was some cruel prank you did, to make him face reality. but you weren't.

you sat there with a big sad smile and told him why you're leaving. it wasn't because of x or y, it was just you wanted home. jamil should've known that, but he didn't believe it. why didn't he?

jamil curses himself, he prides on knowing what to do next but he's here dumbfounded and once again one upped by you. yet, as you both accept you'll leave, jamil whispers lowly how he wishes he can be free to choose to run with you

"as stupid as it sounds, i want to run off with you" you laugh and smile. jamil looked away and just shrugged, but you looked down and talked lowly

"i wish i can say "be stupid". but hey, don't. you're too good to run away now. jamil, you're amazing. if only i could see what you'll be in the future, i would be cheering on how you were not stupid." you both laugh as you shared one last night together

"and when time passes, just know, jamil, you were the one i know will rise above everyone else."

"and you would be the one responsible as to why i didn't fail" jamil responded

silver

in dreams, silver had visions of you and him sharing a life. you both were delusional to believe the dreams, when the vision was hazy at best. but, two hearts can dream, right?

silver was shattered when you told him that you'll leave. he wondered if he still had the right to dream about you and him. you reached out to him and told him the honest truth, no. he can't dream about you anymore, not when you were never to be seen again

but, unknown to you, the last night you had with him, he dreamt of you two once more. intertwining your last dream together. let silver be selfish, for these dreams are what his heart kept desiring for.

"what did i tell you." you smile as you are welcomed into the dream both of you built together. a small cottage in a far off land, no pain or suffering touches these walls.

"dear, let me be selfish." silver pouts. and you relent, feeling the bitter pain seep in as you realized this dream shall remain only that: a dream.

"how cruel it is, my happy ending won't be with you" silver muses as you held each other, "seven knows i want it to be with you"

"oh trust me, you'll still have your happy ending. much like how i will still get mine. but if wishes and dreams came true? it would've been you, silver"

[cheapshrimpysheep]

5 Love Languages

SUMMARY: A person doesn't just have one love language, but these are the ones I think would be the most predominant in each of them. In Ortho's case, at least, this is platonic.

CHARACTERS: All NRC Students

TAGS: Fluf; List

COMMENTS: I already knew this concept, but recently I saw it again and this post crossed my mind. This is just my opinion of course, I'm no expert. I hope you enjoy ;)

CONTEXT: According to Dr. Gary Chapman there are 5 Love Languages:

Acts of Service: For these people, actions speak louder than words. These are nice things you do for your partner that make them feel loved and appreciated.

Giving Gifts: For some people, receiving/giving a heartfelt gift is what makes them feel most loved. Gift-giving indicates love and affection. They treasure not only the gift itself but also the time and effort the gift-giver put into it.

Quality Time: This language is all about giving the other person your undivided attention. They feel loved if you are present and focused on them when you are together.

Words of Affirmation: This language uses words to affirm other people. It’s about expressing affection through spoken words, praise, or appreciation.

Physical Touch: To this person, nothing speaks more deeply than appropriate physical touch. They feel love through physical affection.

Riddle Rosehearts - We even have confirmation of that with what happened to Trey in book 2, for example. He will take care of the people that are important to him.

Deuce Spade - I see him as a guy that would do anything for you. He himself says he's not very smart, so he believes the best he can do is being useful and helpful.

Ruggie Bucchi - He knows he's good at this. I think he's the type of person who would want to be taken care of and that's why he takes care of the people he cares about.

Ortho Shroud - We can see that with his brother Idia. He likes to help the people he likes, both in a good way like helping with something, or mean way like forcing a shut-it to go touch grass.

Trey Clover -  One of the examples of this language is offering a home-made sweet. And I see him cook your favourite foods and sweets just to see your appreciative smile.

Azul Ashengrotto - I see him as the kind that spoils his loved one. He knows the value of money and hard work. And what better investment than your happiness?

Kalim Al-Asim - I mean, we kinda already saw this multiple times. He is the kind of giving his loved one everything they ask for, or even what they didn't ask for.

Cater Diamond - He is the terminally online type, let's face it. His phone is part of his Body Renders. So getting offline time with you and for you, that's something special!

Jack Howl - He has already said that he is the “lone wolf” type. So wanting to spend time with someone instead of being alone shows that you are special.

Jamil Viper - He is a busy and stressed person. So making time for you in his rare moments of rest shows effort. And wanting to spend time with you rather than alone shows how much he likes you.

Vil Schoenheit - From book 6: spending so much time talking to Rook without paying attention to the rest. He shows love by taking the time to give you as much attention as you deserve.

Idia Shroud - We can see this with Ortho. He's an introvert shut-it that doesn't like people. So wanting to be with you despite all of it and even play together? You are the exception to his rules.

Malleus Draconia - We can see this. He likes to be with you, talk to you, know from you. He miss you. Any time he has available that he can spend with you, giving you attention, he will.

Silver - We know how hard it is for him not to fall asleep all of a sudden. Taking all that effort just to spend time with you and give you attention shows effort.

Jade Leech - He is a man of words. It's true that he likes to use them to deceive and manipulate others. But he's the completely opposite of someone who would fake an "I love you".

Epel Felmier - I think his acts of service would be more connected to his pride. His words on the other hand, especially when they show appreciation for you, that's how he shows he really likes you.

Rook Hunt - Do I need to explain? We can see this ALL THE TIME! He already said that he never lies about this kind of thing. If he loves you, he'll scream to the world how wonderful you are.

Sebek Zigvolt - We see this with Malleus. His words of admiration are not for everyone. The more he likes someone the more he'll praise them and the louder he will say it.

Ace Trappola - He prefer to use his words to tease you. He could also do acts of service, but I think being comfortable with physical affection is his ultimate act of love.

Leona Kingscholar - He's too lazy for anything else. It's not just anyone who pets his ears and lives to tell about it. Just like is not just anyone he wants to be so close to.

Floyd Leech - He's a man of acts, but not the service ones. We know he likes to squeeze people. Usually in a bad way. But for a loved one, squeezes would be loving hugs with some kisses.

Lilia Vanrouge - He can be good with words. But I think his ultimate show of affection would be hugs and more then that kisses. I think he's the type to do that, but only with special people.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[bettathanyou]

Betta Presents...

WIP WEDNESDAY!!

Welcome to my first take on wip wednesday, where yall get a snippet of a current original fic im brewing up! I thought it would be a cool way to give yall content without stressing myself out with needing it to be finished content. (i work slow asf lmao) Anyways. here is the wip of my upcoming two part fic, titled "The Death Of A Sorcerer; A Requiem Of A Princess"

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Cedric stared up at the ceiling of his cell, watching the little beads of water that slipped through the cracks in the stone above drip onto the hard brick of the floor below. Rats scurried in and out of the rusted iron jail bars to his left, carrying the untouched food he cast aside earlier back to their dens.

The tiny cell he occupied had no windows of any sort; the only light available to him was the dying embers of the torches mounted in the hallway, leading out of the cell block. The sorcerer shifts uncomfortably on the hard, freezing cold slab fixed to the wall of his prison, feeling the pins and needles wrack his thighs from sitting idly so long.

Cedric shivers, trying to pull his robe tighter against himself. It was a fruitless task, he knew- his stiffened fingers could attest, from clenching the fabric so taut for hours on end.

Though Cedric hasn't moved more than a few inches since his imprisonment the day prior, his exhaustion lingered down to the marrow of his bones. The sorcerer's mind had provided him no rest since being dragged away in chains- although, he was usually accustomed to racing thoughts that took away his sleep.

But not like this.

Cedric was normally used to the usual spiraling thoughts of "what if" when it came to his magic, his reputation, his worth as a person. Followed by the self hatred when he became a self fulfilling prophecy, and those what ifs became reality.

That was why he threw everything, everything he had into his evil dreams, wasn't it? To escape the purgatory that he was forced to call his reality. To force the hand of fate to deal him a better card. It seemed like his own blind faith, alongside his lofty ambitions, (desperation, in disguise, truly) was just another folly, and he was played for a fool.

Although, Cedric would be lying if he hadn't imagined the possibility of his evil dreams being a failure. The dream was born from him, after all- it was already doomed from conception.

At least, that's what Cedric had initially thought.

Shaking his head, he thinks back to the moment he hesitated to take over Enchancia. Sofia's bright blue eyes, pleading. The tip of his wand pointed towards her, the Medusa stone gleaming with every ounce of misguided resentment harbored from his life thus far. None of it which was Sofia's fault.

In fact, his sights were aimed at the little girl who gave him everything- which Cedric realized far, far too late. Only when Cedric had stood on the precipice of no return, did he find what he was truly looking for; not a crown, not a throne, not revenge.

A friend.

Cedric laughs humorlessly, the echo bouncing off the dampened stone walls. He tilted his chin up, the back of his head bumping into the wall as he contemplated.

How ironic. My greatest failure was also one of the best decisions I ever made.

Cedric takes in a shaky breath, feeling panic at his own demise writhe from the pit of his stomach.

"Probably the only good decision I've ever made." Cedric muttered grimly, digging his heels into the floor. Memories come crashing back into his mind, too quickly to rewind. But one instant remained.

Roland's decree was burned into Cedric's head, his authoritative voice cold and final:

"You will face the guillotine by sunrise tomorrow, Cedric. I sincerely hope you will accept your death with a little more grace, and dignity, than what you've shown me today."

The sorcerer slowly lays down on the bench as the words fade from his mind, feeling restless as his panic flared up again. His back meets the cold slab that hungrily leeched more of his body heat, and he winced in discomfort.

Cedric knew there was no chance of him getting any sleep tonight. He was too restless, and the wheels in his mind kept turning with its relentless pace about what led him to the dungeons at all.

But frankly, he was spent from regretting things that cannot be undone nor forgiven for. He was also painfully bored of staring at the same four stone walls, tracing the grout between each rock aimlessly.

Cedric's eyelids flutter shut, his chest feeling heavy.

Tomorrow, I will die.

Cedric huffs out a slow, resigned sigh.

All the better, Cedric thought, feeIing the back of his eyes burn with unshed tears.

I don't think I can live with the weight of my sins any longer.

[lovecom]

i don't know how to articulate this so i'm just going to word dump my thoughts just so i can get them out of me.

since april i've barely gone outside my home. maybe like 3-4 times going out with my mum &/or grandma but i haven't gone out somewhere on my own. like i was going in march to see movies every monday in the city, and i regularly went out just on my own to walk around and read. but now i am back in a place where i am just stuck inside my home and i am so anxious and fearful that i am struggling to leave this bubble.

i want to leave, i want to do things but my irrational fear of being perceived, humiliation, embarrassment, and just putting myself out there is so strong it makes it so hard for me to get out of this zone ive fallen into.

like im gonna finish this business course next work, then get my cert' and i need to start looking for a job, which is my biggest fear pretty much. i don't want to put myself out there, im scared of exposing myself to rejection and failing to do my part as a person in society who is 22 and needs to be an "Adult". i'm afraid of not being good enough, of disappointing my family, or continuing to be a leech is some way because i am unemployed and unskilled in a lot of ways.

i don't like myself. i don't like looking at myself or thinking about myself, i don't want to push myself out there and expose myself to others because of my above mentioned fears. i am so... secluded in my way of being i think i am the only one who feels this way. obviously im probably not, but i don't know anyone else in my position.

i am lonely, i have no one to explain these thoughts and feelings to and receive constructive feedback. and if i receive feedback, my mind jumps to the negative of "i can't do that because i'm me". i'm so trapped in this whirlpool of dejection of myself that i do not feel like a person who belongs.

if i get a job, i struggling for how to fit in and do my job. i don't want to make mistakes or mess up, because i feel i am not allowed too. i feel that i can't make mistakes, or say or do the wrong thing because then i am automatically a failure and a disappointment.

i think this stems from alot of childhood issues that haven't been resolved, and the fear of humiliation from my ***** ******* because he is who i compare myself too in everything, because he is the person who i feel judges me the most besides myself.

i know my only way of getting out of this situation is to go Through it, but it's so much easier said than done. i wish there was just someone who understood or a place that would employ me despite who i am, despite it being me.

i don't want to be afraid, anxious, feel humiliation, rejection or disappoint people. but i know it happens... but why, why does it hurt me so much to make mistakes and be a failure to the point of anxiety attacks and stress.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Yuu can do it!

Part 50

First - Previous - Masterlist - Next

Kuroki had thought, originally, the reason why he hadn’t been scheduled much since Savanaclaw’s whole… thing was because people weren’t visiting the Mostro Lounge as much, and therefore there wasn’t as much need for a second ‘nonthreatening’ server. Kuroki had covered all of Smee’s shifts while his coworker was injured, he thought it was only fair that Smee would get prioritized now that he was able to work again.

But then Smee had come over during their class on Yajugen. Kuroki had paused, his pencil half off the page. Because, yeah, Smee was a TA, but Kuroki didn’t really need help right now? Did he look stressed or something? Or… more stressed than usual? He thought he was doing fine. Relatively speaking, at least.

“Hey, man, you good? I haven’t seen you at work in a while…?”

Kuroki blinked at him.

A realization hit him over the head. He took a pencil to paper, making a note to check out a book from the library later.

He smiled at Smee. “I think you’ll see me around more, don’t worry. Can’t leave my favorite senpai hanging!”

Smee had to have known it was meaningless flattery, but he still smiled and blushed bright red.

Until Professor Hook called out to him and he had to go running back over. Ah, the inconveniences the working class has to put up with…

Kuroki looked down at the new note on his study guide, drumming his pencil on his desk.

(He skipped his next class. It wasn’t like he had ever really cared for choir, anyways, and his voice was always so quiet that he doubted Professor Kaa would even notice that he was gone.)

~

Kuroki stepped into the Mostro Lounge, the familiar sound of jazz washing over him. He hummed along, absently, making his way through the kitchen, mumbling “Behind” whenever he got too close to someone working, because he was not in the business of getting stabbed or doused in hot oil.

He was in the business of getting what he was fucking owed.

He saw the exact moment Jade caught sight of him, and sent his senior a slightly nervous smile. He had, somewhat, gotten used to the primal terror that loved to take him over whenever he got too close to the Leech twins.

Unfortunately for him, he just generally had anxiety about being around people who could and would beat him up, so he was still utterly terrified because of that.

“I didn’t know you were scheduled for today,” Jade said, more for the sake of being polite than anything else.

“I’m here to meet Ashengrotto-senpai, actually!” Kuroki said, bowing slightly, trying to resist the urge to cover the back of his neck with his hands.

Jade brought a hand to his mouth, chuckling. “I see. Then, I suppose I should tell you that customers need to buy something while they wait to meet him. We do not appreciate loiterers.”

Kuroki nodded his understanding and took a seat at the bar. He was half tempted to ask for a shot of ‘liquid courage’, but alcohol tastes terrible, so he would pass on that. Instead, he got himself a plate of nachos that was way too expensive and picked at that while he waited.

He spun around in his bar stool, watching the patrons of the Lounge. Business was booming, if only because there were so many people waiting to see Azul. No one was meeting each other's eyes.

Kuroki thought back to the contract Floyd had once tried to rope him into. Something about how If you’re from another world, Koebi-chan, you’re toooootally gonna fail your tests, right? Kuroki was a little insulted by their lack of faith in him, though he supposed it wasn’t personal — Floyd was trying to pick at a perceived insecurity, which was just part of being a salesman.

Kuroki had always known better than to trust a damn salesman, though.

He wondered, absently, what these people were getting themselves into. What the catch was.

The door at the back of the Lounge swung open. Azul was smiling widely as he led a Savanaclaw student out of his meeting room.

Kuroki sighed. It was one of the people on the Savanaclaw Magift team. Antlers Man. Whatever his name was. Kuroki didn’t particularly like the guy (literally didn’t even know his name), but he felt a little bad for him. The guy was clearly lacking brain cells, Azul was kind of messed up for taking advantage of him.

Azul’s eyes locked onto Kuroki, and for a second the boy’s expression dropped in horror.

0/10 performance, senpai, take notes from, like, any of us Ramshackle people, we could do better, Kuroki chided, mentally. Though he was smart enough not to let this thought show on his face, which only proves his expertise in this particular subject.

Azul hesitated, briefly, before striding over, his weird cane thing gesturing at Kuroki. “It is rude to show up uninvited, but in the spirit of benevolence, I will hear you out!”

Kuroki smiled, leaving his half-finished nachos on the counter, hopping off of the stool and lacing his hands behind his back. “How gracious of you, senpai. Did the Headmaster give you lessons?”

Azul’s eye ticked.

Jade looked like he was having the time of his life. He handed Azul something, and then continued on with his work, mumbling something about how it was a shame Floyd was skipping today…

Which, first of all, hell yeah! No Floyd!

Second of all, Azul was now eating a shrimp cocktail. Okay. This was fine, probably.

“Many people know I’m here,” Kuroki lied, just to ensure that Azul didn’t actually try to eat him. “Just… for the record.”

Azul gave a thin-lipped smile and continued to usher Kuroki into his meeting room.

Oh, they actually had a decent chair on both sides of the desk this time! Probably for the sake of lulling people into a false sense of security before they sold their — souls, or whatever. Still, Kuroki appreciated this much more than the plastic chair he’d been given the last time he was there.

Azul took a seat opposite him, folding his hands on his desk.

“What brings you here?” Azul asked. “Are you interested in one of the Lounge’s services?”

Kuroki gave a small hum. “Actually, I noticed a small discrepancy in my pay. You see, I got the bonus for all of the hours I did during the Magift game, but… funnily enough, I never got Worker’s Comp.”

Azul grimaced, caught.

If he had just scheduled Kuroki as normal, Kuroki wouldn’t have even thought about it. Why would he? He wouldn’t naturally assume Worker’s Compensation was a thing in this world — it just wasn’t something he thought about often.

“Yes… I was attempting to determine just how much the Lounge owed you. You were treated quickly, and there was little reason to assume you would get hit with a stray Magift Disk during the game… it made the situation a little gray.”

Kuroki nodded, slowly. “Well, luckily for you, I seek an alternative means of compensation.”

Azul’s eyes narrowed. “Such as?”

“I would like to cancel any deals my friends — Enma Yuuken, Ito, and Grim — have ever made with you, and ask you to never make a deal with them in the future.”

Azul blanched in surprise. “That’s… why aren’t you including yourself in that?”

He was pretty sure that Azul was just trying to buy himself time to think, but Kuroki didn’t mind answering regardless:

“Because I’m pretty sure you’d use it as an excuse to terminate my contract with you, and I really don’t want to have to find another job.”

“… I’m not sure this is an entirely equal arrangement.”

“I could always go to the Union and ask them why you took so long to even mention possible Worker’s Comp. to me,” Kuroki said, innocently. “And I’m sure the school would be interested to know why our schedules on the day of the Magift Tournament had a sudden alteration that prevented all of our workers from being in the way of that sudden stampede, almost as if you had known that it would happen ahead of time. Or, maybe, I should mention Leona-senpai’s use of a very difficult to obtain Mana Potion?”

The last one was a shot in the dark. Kuroki really didn’t know for sure whether Azul was involved with that, it was just something that he would do. But the way that Azul was getting progressively paler with every word was confirmation of a sort.

Hell yeah. Bluffing for the win!

And then, just to watch his senpai suffer a little, Kuroki added:

“How many other people here know about Worker’s Comp.? Are you giving the bare minimum benefits? Should the Union know about anything else?”

Golden light flickered in Azul’s hands, and before Kuroki knew it a contract was being shoved into his face.

He smiled as he looked it over. Everything was in order, even if the wording was vague in places (because Azul couldn’t admit on paper that he wasn’t complying with the Union’s demands).

He signed his name on the dotted line.

And then leaned back in the plush chair.

“Pleasure doing business with you.”

~

Not even three days later, Grim took a sudden interest in Kuroki’s work schedule. Asking him which days he would have off… and Kuroki would usually assume that the monster was just missing him now that Kuroki was going to work again…

However, the way Grim came home sulking the next day, mumbling about stupid fish, was a small hint towards the monster’s true intentions.

Kuroki breathed a sigh of relief. They were already poor, no need to get indebted to Azul somehow.

As for Ito and Enma… he hadn’t really expected them to go to Azul, the guy was visibly shady. Kuroki simply… hadn’t wanted to risk it. They had shown they were willing to cheat in dire circumstances, back during the Culinary Crucible, and Kuroki would have stressed about every little increase in their grades, natural or not, until exams were over.

In the end, Kuroki never noticed any strange behavior from either of them, so he thought it was safe to assume that they hadn’t gone to Azul.

(Not that they couldn’t fake that, of course, they were both decent actors when they wanted to be. But if Kuroki spent too long thinking about that, he could and would spiral over that thing he wasn’t thinking about right now, so he was ignoring the possibility.)

~

Ah, thought Kuroki. Consequences.

He had thought that Azul wouldn’t have any easy ways to get back at him. He needed Kuroki to be on the waitstaff, so he couldn’t really force Kuroki to get the short end of the stick shift-wise, not without hurting his bottom line. He couldn’t fire him without getting in trouble with the Union. He couldn’t even pull a classic Japanese Evil Boss move and exclude Kuroki to try and make him quit on his own, because Kuroki would love to have an excuse to not interact with others.

He had been invulnerable to anything and everything Azul could throw at him.

Now, his customer service smile was more of a grimace, because he had forgotten about the fucking Leeches.

“Koebi-chaaaaan,” Floyd sulked, practically laying across the bar. “Why don’t you ever go Pistol Shrimp on us?”

“Because my pistol got confiscated.”

Floyd blinked. “What.”

Kuroki blinked right back at him. “What were you saying?”

“I — you had a pistol?! And it got confiscated?!” Floyd said, suddenly perking up, as if he had never been upset at all. Kuroki… wasn’t sure this was a win.

Kuroki sighed. “Yes, I did, now can you please keep your voice down?” He set down the shot glass he had been polishing. It was, typically, best to go along with whatever Floyd wanted, lest you put him in a bad mood, so — after a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying attention to them — he, briefly, pulled a fake gun from his suit jacket. “I would prefer people don’t know that this one is…”

He trailed off, mostly because Floyd had jumped to his feet, smiling widely.

Ah, it seemed he was going to be having a bad time regardless of Floyd’s mood. Damn.

“Fight me!”

“U-uh?” Kuroki said. “No thanks? I’m trying not to die.”

Floyd was, apparently, not taking no for an answer, because he grabbed Kuroki by the arms and hauled him up, right off of the floor, dragging him bodily over the counter and starting to carry him away. If Kuroki wasn’t very invested in the whole ‘not getting his ass beat’ thing, he would have probably made a joke about it.

And then he realized that it wouldn’t help him either way, because Floyd was apparently very interested in fighting him.

“Don’t you know anything about consent, senpai? No means no.”

“Not funny, Yuuya-san. That is a very sensitive topic that you are joking about,” a new voice chimed in, and Kuroki was torn between screaming and crying. A strange, slightly garbled sound tore its way out of his throat in its stead. He wasn’t even all that embarrassed, because why did Jade have to be here, too?!

Kuroki just wanted to do his job!

“Should’ve fucking let Azul fire me during that deal. Could’ve played dumb ‘n everything. Would have been less of a hassle…”

(He could’ve been a really cute librarian, like Grim suggested way back at the beginning of the year! Or! He could work in the infirmary! Crowley hates work, Kuroki can take over for him! He would rock a stethoscope! Or whatever the magical equivalent of one was!)

He’d spoken in a mumble but, it turns out, the Leech twins’ hard of hearing-ness was only applicable when Kuroki wasn’t being actively carried by them.

Jade smiled. “Oh? And what, exactly, did your deal with Azul entail?”

He blinked, stunned into silence.

“Don’t worry, Jade. You’ve already used your UM, but I can get the information out of him the old fashioned way!”

Kuroki spluttered, and only half because Floyd had just tossed him to the ground and it did not feel good. “That’s what this is about?! You could have asked, you know!”

Floyd frowned. “But that’s no fun.”

“Hurting me isn’t ’fun’, either!” Kuroki snapped back.

“Wrong,” Floyd said.

How was he supposed to respond to that?!

“Now, now, Yuuya-san, you said you would give us answers, don’t attempt to change the subject,” Jade said, sharp teeth on display.

Kuroki held his hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t trying to distract you guys!” He would have been more subtle about it if he had been. “I just —…”

Wait.

Azul hadn’t told them what happened? Is that why they’d been paying more attention to Kuroki as of late? Why didn’t Azul say anything? Weren’t they all supposed to be pretty close?

Unless.

Ha.

Hahahahahaha.

No way! Was Azul actually embarrassed?

Kuroki snickered into his hand. “Oh, I’d be happy to tell you about it. Hell, I’d do it through song, if you want.”

“Oh, sweet! Do you need a beat?” Floyd asked.

Kuroki hesitated. “That… was a joke.”

Jade gave what must have been his best approximation of a pout. “Aren’t you in choir? I’m curious as to your singing prowess.”

“How do you know about —?” Kuroki remembered the background check they’d done on him at the beginning of the year. He sighed. “Nevermind. So, what happened was…”

So, he regaled the two Leech twins with a colorful account of his meeting with Azul. He hadn’t told Enma and Ito (he didn’t want them to know — he didn’t know how they’d react — and, if he was lucky, they would never find out), so he might have been a little… pent up? It was strange. He’d never been a particularly social person back in his own world. His throat had ached a little, towards the end of that first day, after he’d shouted at everyone to get them to stop arguing… if he hadn’t gotten that healing potion from Crowley, he might’ve actually lost his voice at some point. He had never had people to talk to like this, he hadn’t known he could be so… reliant on others. To the point where the words were spilling out of him so freely.

Or maybe it was because he was scared the Leech twins might kill him if he didn’t tell them everything.

Or, worse: they might keep bothering him.

At least they would leave him alone once they got their answers.

~

They did not, in fact, leave him alone after they got their answers. In fact, it felt like they were actively trying to be even more annoying now.

”Wooooah,” said Floyd, his head on Kuroki’s shoulder. Kuroki had been placed in the kitchen today, the Sevens only know why. Maybe Azul was getting back at him for telling the twins what happened, maybe Jade had meddled with the schedules. “It’s real shrimp fried rice!”

”This is beef fried rice, actually, senpai,” he said, in the tone you speak to a small child who had said something extremely stupid and were now explaining a basic concept to. “That’s what the customer ordered.”

”You sure do like playing dumb, huh?” Floyd said.

Kuroki’s hand stilled on the cutting board. He had never really… thought of Floyd as observant. If anything, he’d thought the opposite. The guy clearly held no regards for social graces. Even the simple ones, like give the people you don’t know fucking personal space. He had, kind of, just assumed that the guy didn’t know, and it wasn’t as if Kuroki was going to stick his neck out and try to teach him.

But, no, Floyd might actually have a brain rattling around in there. This was, in his opinion, far worse. Kuroki’s hand twitched with the sudden urge to use the paring knife he was using to cut vegetables for something far less kitchen-safe. It would even hurt extra bad, because he was cutting chilies right now.

This mental image calmed him, somewhat. Which was, probably, not a good sign for his current mental state. But whatever. He smiled, and it wasn’t even all that forced.

”No, I think I’m just actually stupid.”

”I hear your grades are pretty good, though. Especially considering your situation.”

”Poor people can get good grades, too, senpai,” Kuroki said. “Lack of money does not necessarily indicate a lack of talent. Usually it’s actually quite the opposite!”

Floyd laughed. He tugged on the tiny puff of hair in Kuroki’s ponytail, as if trying to punish him for playing dumb again. “I was talking about you being from another dimension, actually!”

Kuroki was going to kill this guy. Without lifting his head, he glanced from side to side. If anyone had heard, they were minding their own business. So… no one had heard.

Probably.

He pressed his palms into his eyes, groaning in a strange mix of relief and frustration.

And then he screamed. He’d been working with chilies. Right. Right.

Fucking ow.

At least his screams alerted Azul to the fact that something was off, because he poked his head into the kitchen. “Why are you here? You were scheduled to man the bar today.”

”I was — schedule changed,” Kuroki said, scrubbing his eye furiously with water. It was not helping.

Azul scowled. “I see. Well, get behind the bar.”

”Y-yeah, okay,” Kuroki mumbled. He considered staying for a little longer to soothe his eyes, but whatever. He could not handle any more time with Floyd today. He could deal with blurry vision for a while, if that was the alternative.

Who knows. Maybe he’d get more tips if it looked like he’d just been bawling his eyes out, out of pity.

He pulled his hair out of his ponytail and wrapped the… hair… band… thing around his wrist. It was borrowed from another Mostro Lounge worker, but Ito had a tendency to complain about how hard ‘ligas’ were to keep up with, so… theirs now. Thank you, random coworker, for your generous charity donation.

He made his way over to the bar, still blinking back tears.

”Here.” A towel touched his hand. It was wet, and smelled distinctly of milk. “Press this to your eye. It should help soothe the pain.”

”Thank —,” Kuroki started to say, only to pause. Because he knew that voice. If he gave a strangled scream, it was just because his eyes really hurt. “Thank you, Jade.”

”Of course! I wouldn’t want my coworker to be in pain. I’m not often put on bar duty, and I’ll need your help ensuring I don’t make any mistakes. Let’s do our best, today, yes?”

Is there no justice in this world?!

~

The doorbell rang.

The Ramshackle kids were stunned. They hadn’t known they had a doorbell. Ace and Deuce usually vented their frustrations on their front door — if Ace didn’t just waltz in like he owned the place.

Grim floated over to open the door. “Nice to see you guys have finally discovered electricity — oh! It’s Jack!”

“At least say Jack-kun,” Enma scolded him lightly.

“Nah, it’s fine,” Jack said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Call me whatever.”

“Alright, Jack-chan,” Kuroki said.

Jack sighed and, surprisingly, didn’t rise to the bait. “That’s on me.”

“Nah, it’s on Kuroki,” Enma said, cuffing him over the head. He sent Jack a grin. “Hey, you’re early.”

“I’m… on time?” Jack said, checking his phone for the time. “Honestly, I think I’m a little late. You guys said 18:00, right?”

“Yeah, but Ace and Deuce are usually thirty minutes late.”

“I just — respect your time!”

“Eh, we don’t mind. They’re off, like, making out, probably, and I’d prefer they get that out of their system before they come here.”

“What’s ’making out’?” Grim asked.

“Kuroki, why are you all pouty?” Enma said, a little louder than was strictly necessary.

Kuroki pouted harder now that he had been acknowledged. “Why did Grim get off with a warning but I gotta deal with a bruise?”

“First of all, if you get a bruise from that you’ve got bigger problems. Second of all, Grim is way too small for me to feel comfortable hitting him. And don’t act like you wouldn’t be pissy if I hit him.”

Kuroki pouted even harder.

Enma rolled his eyes.

Ito poked their head out of the kitchen. “Hey! Jack, do you want something to eat?”

Kuroki’s eyes lit up. “Ito, Enma hit me!”

“Did you deserve it?”

Kuroki spluttered, his fake pout immediately dropping in sheer shock and horror. “What the fuck?!”

“You guys really are… spirited…” Jack said, glancing behind himself, as if he was considering turning tail and running.

Unfortunately for him, Ace and Deuce were actually somewhat on time today, somehow, and they all-but pushed Jack through the door.

“Ito, what’re you making?” Ace called.

They shrugged. “I was thinking about whipping up a few sandwiches. I don’t know what Jack can stomach.”

Deuce shook his head. “Nonono, it’s his first time here, you have to go big or go home!”

“We can’t go home, we’re already in our home,” Enma pointed out.

“Exactly! So you gotta go big!”

Ito crossed their arms over their chest. “Fine, fine. I’m guessing you guys want tacos?”

“Yes!” Ace said, pointing. “Make the red thing!”

“… the red — pico? Okay, sure, fine. I’ll make some.”

Kuroki opened his mouth.

“Jalapeños on the side, yes yes.”

He smiled.

“Jack, do you have any preferred type of meat? Or is ground beef fine? Because if not I’m going to have to send you on a quick grocery run, we’re out of everything else.”

Jack rubbed the back of his neck. “Um. It’s fine. But I thought we were all going to be… studying?”

“Can’t study on an empty stomach!” Grim said.

As if he could study on a full stomach.

~

The plan had been simple:

Step 1 was Food. It was a good step 1, Kuroki thought, probably the most important one. Not starving is fun. So is eating tacos. Hell yeah.

Step 2 was to study one core subject each.

Step 3 was to make everyone give a presentation on their chosen subject.

They would still have to study for their elective courses on their own, but… Kuroki was trying not to think about that, frankly.

The first years study session went as so:

Ito, the only person that could actually pay attention to Trein’s class and therefore knew what the man prioritized, gave an abridged history lesson. No conspiracy board this time, thank fuck, just a couple of study guides they’d written up when work was slow.

Ace was the best at math, so he had been put in charge of Personal Magical Ability. This wasn’t a core class, but it was close enough. Over half of the people present took it and, from what little Kuroki had overheard about it, the class was difficult. Kuroki didn’t want to know about how gravity and wind speed affected how your magic interacts with the world. Nor did he need to know, he was magicless. Convenient!

Enma had chosen his Magical Analysis class with Professor Yaxha. No one else was in it — a class on Magical Theory isn’t exactly the kind of thing the average teenager finds fun. But it actually did help the mages get a better understanding of their magic… probably. Jack, Ace, Deuce, and Grim all looked enlightened by the end of Enma’s lecture on visualization and observing those around you, at least. Kuroki, frankly, hadn’t understood a word of it. Nor did he need to! Once again, he couldn’t use magic, so who cares!

(Kuroki and Ito didn’t particularly mind being left out for Ace and Enma’s lectures, since it gave them time to whip up a quick marshmallow recipe, which was a nice break from studying.)

Deuce chose theater, because everyone present was in it, save for Kuroki and Enma. Because everyone else was lucky enough to not be from another world, and therefore didn’t have to spread out all of their classes for the sake of efficiently getting a grasp upon the new reality they had been thrust into without warning. They were free to take the only art elective that didn’t fully require you to put yourself out there.

And Ito had won nosegoes.

Kuroki wasn’t sure which side he hated more.

At least Ace was also suffering. Every time Deuce made a point, everyone would make him recite it, word for word. This was what he deserved for not doing a single page of the homework on his own this semester.

(Enma and Kuroki spent most of that time arguing over whether they should roast the marshmallows or not. Kuroki still held that the only reason Enma wanted to roast them was that he knew he would make their food spontaneously combust regardless of whether he was intending it.)

Jack had chosen Phys Ed. This was a little unfair, seeing as there wasn’t really much to teach in Gym class, but Jack was a sudden addition to their study group, and they’d had to scramble for something to make him do.

And, admittedly, for how little he had to work with, he did a pretty good job presenting. Next semester he would be a valuable addition to their friend group.

Kuroki, of course, ended up with Alchemy, because none of the others should be trusted to teach it, considering they didn’t understand it themselves. Kuroki himself was decent enough at it. It was mostly just following directions. Unfortunately, his friends were basically incapable of following instructions, so his job was essentially to drill all of the rote memorization into their heads.

If they got a good enough grade on the written portion of the exams, the practical portion might not be an issue!

Hopefully.

Thanks to the hours upon hours of his life Kuroki spent poring over their Alchemy textbook, though, he finally figured out why Ito’s cauldron kept exploding:

“Mana! It is a Thing!” he said.

“Ohhhhhhhh…” said Ace. “I’m stupid.”

“Nah, Ito is,” Deuce said.

“You’re not getting dessert,” Ito mumbled.

Ace and Deuce never learn, do they?

Deuce hit the floor. “Aghhhh my blood pressure… it’s so low… I need… sugar…”

Ito raised an eyebrow. “Or salt.”

“… noooooooo...”

Kuroki waved his hands for their attention. “Guys? Hello? I’m trying to fix our explosion problem?”

They, reluctantly, paid attention. Kuroki huffed. He was trying to make sure they didn’t have any more accidents! He had spent an entire day trapped in the same body as Ito last week! He didn’t want a repeat of that event! Please!

“Right, so, Mana, yeah?” Kuroki said. “It’s in everything. When you stir clockwise, it increases the potency of the potion — and, therefore the mana.”

Enma hummed. “I mean, yeah, they didn’t know what clockwise and counterclockwise meant until very recently, but they’re left-handed, wouldn’t they accidentally stir counterclockwise more?”

“… Ito is left-handed?” Kuroki asked, devastated. His theory!

Ito nodded. “Technically, I’m ambidextrous. Most lefties are. But, yeah, I prefer my left hand.”

“Freak,” said Ace, his nose scrunching.

“Dessert,” Ito reminded him.

“Nevermind.”

Ito nodded, once, approvingly. Then they turned back to Kuroki. “I stir with my right hand, though.”

“Oh, wow, left-handed people are just like the rest of us!” Jack joked.

Jack can make jokes? Wild.

Ito rolled their eyes. “It’s so I can prepare ingredients with my left hand at the same time.”

“Anyways, Ito, I am going to drill the difference between clockwise and counterclockwise into your head. Also, stir counterclockwise to dilute potions, don’t add water. It is not cooking. Water has a lot of mana, you’re doing the opposite of what you’re intending.”

Ito huffed. “Alchemy sucks. Is it too late to drop out of school?”

“No! You have to stay!” Grim said.

Ito looked somewhere between touched and wary, as if they were waiting for the catch.

Indeed, Grim soon realized that that sounded too nice, and promptly course corrected:

“Because you’re the best cook here! I can only eat so many omelets.”

“Hey! Why am I catching strays? Make fun of Enma for burning shrimp instead!” Kuroki pointed at him.

He wasn’t sure whether Enma was more offended by the pointing or the reminder of his lack of cooking prowess.

“Excuse me?!”

Kuroki screeched as he was pulled in a headlock, a hand messing up his hair. He called for help, but to no avail.

Even Jack stood by and did nothing. Apparently this visibly uneven fight wasn’t the kind of thing that he would get between.

Damn it.

He hates this school.

~

Grim did not have to do a presentation. Because it was Grim. He gets special privileges.

(And no one wanted to fail, which would certainly happen if they put the fate of their grades in the monster’s hands. He didn’t even have hands! He had paws! How could he properly cradle their fates, how could he keep them from harm, when he had no opposable thumbs?)

When Grim questioned why he hadn’t been forced to do a presentation, Kuroki recalled, loudly, that they had yet to eat dessert. Grim didn’t burn the dorm down, and they got sugary goodness out of it, so Kuroki was calling this a win overall.

~

“Alright, so… practical magic exams…” Enma looked over the four mages in the room. “How about you all try and use each other’s go-tos? Magic is all about visualization, right? You all know each other's magic pretty well…”

Because they’re constantly fighting each other.

Enma cleared his throat. “Alright. Grim, try Ace’s wind magic. Ace, try summoning something. Deuce…” He glanced at Jack, before shaking his head. “Try Grim’s fire magic. Jack… uh… I guess take your pick?”

Kuroki’s eyebrows knit. Why wasn’t anyone trying Jack’s magic? Does Enma not know how closed circuits work?

His thought process was cut off when a cauldron went crashing through the floor. Ace grinned widely.

“I’m so good at magic.”

“… we should have done this outside,” sighed Ito.

“You’re covering repair costs,” Kuroki told Ace, flatly.

Ace swore, loudly.

Enma sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How about all of you mages get some practical magic practice in and summon enough gold to fill this hole?”

“That’s more of an Alchemy thing,” Jack admitted. “And it's super high-level, too…”

Kuroki perked up.

“Nicolas Flamel? King Midas? Watch out, I’m about to steal your shtick.”

“Going to steel their shtick?” Enma asked.

It was hard to tell who groaned the loudest. Jack looked like he was back to wanting to leave and never come back.

“And right after I do that, I’m going to murder Enma.”

“Deserved,” said Grim.

Enma rolled his eyes. “I’m not eating your bell peppers for you anymore.”

“Wait,” said Kuroki.

“Hold on,” said Grim.

“C’mon, man, I was kidding! Don’t do this to me! Do you want me to die? You’re going to kill me —!”

[dearestones]

Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Floyd Leech #2

Anonymous Request: Hello! Mind if I yeet over a romantic matchup request for Twisted Wonderland?

I'm gonna go by 🍊. I'm a she/they demigirl and bisexual.

Appearance: I am South Asian with straight black hair and tan skin. I usually tie into two low ponytails because I think it looks cute, and I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. I am 159 cm tall and pretty scrawny

Personality: I like to say I'm a pretty cheerful and upbeat person. I try my best to smile through tough situations, though it can be hard sometimes. I also like to say I'm a family person, and I will do anything to protect them, and my friends. I am perfectionistic, but sadly I am a bit scatterbrained, much to the dismay of my parents and older sister. I have been working on my organizational skills though. I can be quite petty too. If someone wrongs me, I tell them either bad puns or horrifying facts for a period of time. I'm also good at math. Also, in almost every friend group I'm in, I somehow become a therapist friend.

Likes: Anime, drawing comics, video games, unabridged fairytales (they have me in a chokehold), sweets (my favourite is caramel pudding), and spending time with my older sister

Dislikes: Cruelty, confrontation (I will kick butt if I need to), anyone who dares to threaten my friends or family, arrogance when it gets out of hand, black tea (I cannot drink it unless it is mixed with a LOT of milk)

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After going through the description given above, I believe that you best pair well with Floyd Leech!

Oh my goodness, you are so tiny! You know how much taller Floyd is? He’s at least a foot taller! You know what that makes you Lil’ Shrimpy? That’s right! Tiny!!! 

You’re so cute and adorable and those little cute pigtail things (is that what they’re really called?) really add to your charm! If you’re not careful and if you don’t tell him off, Floyd will definitely go around surprising you from behind by tugging on your hair. Or commenting on how adorable it makes you! (If you’re uncomfortable, put your foot down and tell him to stop. He’ll pout and groan about it, but he’ll ultimately acquiesce).

Cheerful and upbeat really match with Floyd! He’s moody and his temperament can change at the drop of a hat, but he finds that your ability to work through problems with a bright smile and seemingly endless amounts of optimism to be amusing. For him, he likes it when people are visibly struggling, especially when he’s the one who’s causing the struggle in the first place. However, continuous optimism like yours is hard to come by from his hometown, so it’s a commodity that he honestly thinks is pretty admirable. (He won’t tell you that, but he’ll actually lend his help if you’re faced with a problem that visibly pains you to try and solve). 

Hmmm… A family person, you say? Floyd can understand that. He may not act like it at times, but he’s willing to throw down for his brother if he ever senses that he’s in danger and he’s even more willing to squeeze Azul’s enemies if the cecealia calls for his help. As time passes, and if the both of you become really close, he’ll definitely include you in his close circle of family and friends and a part of him hopes that he’s slithered his way into your inner circle as well. 

Do things have to be perfect, Lil’ Shrimpy? Sea Witch, that’s so boring! You should just go with the flow like Floyd does! You don’t see him getting too stressed about things that ultimately won’t matter in a few months or years, right? So let loose and relax! Besides, if you truly need to remember something or to pick up the pieces of your scatterbrained self, Floyd will be there to help you as well!

No, not the bad puns! He has to live with Jade and that guy has a lot of puns of sleeves about mushrooms and other food related jokes. Please. Stop. Floyd understands the joke, but he doesn’t want to put up with the fallout (read: the fact that Jade will inevitably laugh himself to death because he thinks puns and dad jokes are the pinnacle of humor). 

The horrifying facts, though, Floyd is all ears for them. He’ll probably tell Azul to mess with him. Hey, do you also want to learn some cursed facts about merfolk biology and what it’s like to live in the Coral Sea? Too late! He’s gonna tell you anyway!

Video games! Play with him! He knows he’s supposed to be working at the Lounge or doing homework, but how can he do that when his Lil’ Shrimpy is playing video games? You’ll let him play with you right? He doesn’t have a preference—he just plays whatever looks the most interesting—but most of the time he’ll play horror video games with you because he finds it hilarious if you’re ducking into his side or screaming at jump scares. 

Floyd also loves sweets! He doesn’t like it when they’re too chewy or soft, though, so he’ll leave the caramel pudding to you. However, that won’t stop him from splurging on other sorts of sweets that he hopes to share with you. Eating is always a fun activity for him—watch how his sharp, serrated teeth cut through all sorts of textures!—but he loves it even more if he can share food with you! (Also, please ask him to cook for you! He’ll pretend not to like it, but he has hearts in his eyes if you ooh and ahh at his food before taking big bites!)

Please. Kick Floyd’s butt. If you let slip that you’re willing to throw down, Floyd can and will provoke you by whatever means necessary so you can grace him with a roundhouse kick or a falcon punch. Please. He’s begging for it. (This is flirtation for him and he will pursue you romantically if he hasn’t already).

With Floyd at your side, you’re in for a wild ride! While it may not appear as if Floyd will be an attentive boyfriend, he’s actually very observant and he’ll be sure to provide companionship that is sure to make you both safe and happy that you chose each other. 

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TWISTED WONDERLAND MASTERLIST

[krenenbaker]

Hey krennikins who are your favourite twst boys and why if you don't mind me asking

ooh, buddy. I hope I don't get carried away here...

I have a kind of... rotating set of favourites. most of them I like because I relate to them in some way or another, but also because they're just character types that I really enjoy ^^ so, let me take a look at my current set of favourites...

Jade Leech

I have adored Jade since I first began this game. I relate to him in a number of different ways, from sense of humour, to interests, to some opinions, desires, and ways of interacting with the world. (plus, I mean... you fully assigned me as a Jade lad the other day, too, so...) he's also clever, and cheeky, and capable, and passionate about his interests, and caring in his own way, and dramatic, and absolutely beautiful. I love him ♡ (also, composed but manipulative character number 1)

Trey Clover

I very nearly took his hand, too, so Trey is without a doubt another one of my favourites from the beginning. And my reasoning for liking him is much the same as with Jade, in fact, he and Jade are really rather similar, just Trey is a bit more casual with his overall being. I heavily relate to Trey, in terms of humour, opinions, interests, opinions, and - with Trey - his background as well. And Trey, too, is really funny, clever, capable, caring, and pretty (also, composed but manipulative character 2)

Rook Hunt

Rook is a more recent addition to the group, but GODS what an addition!! I share a number of interests with him; I enjoy things like historical fashion, and I also am a pretty big arts / performing arts person, so I'm very drawn to him through that. In addition, I simply adore the intricacies of his character, his theatricality, his speech, his combined open and reserved nature, his passion, his wit, his perception, his curiosity... basically everything about him! (are we seeing another pattern emerging? composed but manipulative character 3)

Azul Ashengrotto

I've also loved Azul for most of the time I've liked twst. Again, mostly because I see myself in him a lot, from the interests, to the style, to the background (in part, at least). And again, incredibly hard-working, capable, clever, fun, and beautiful. He's also so dramatic, which I love! (and he's yet another one: composed but manipulative character 4!)

Jamil Viper

Jamil is - again - very relatable in terms of his humour, stresses, and some of his interests and worldview(s). And I think he's another incredibly interesting character, and probably the most tragic character on my list of favourites, if I'm being honest. He's so smart, so hard-working, so capable, so gorgeous, and so very wonderful in every way. (and need I say? Jamil is character 4 with the same pair of traits)

Cater Diamond

Interestingly, Cater's another early fave, who sort of dropped out of the favourites circle for a bit, but has recently returned back to the group in full force! I was first drawn to his silly, yet caring nature. (and also the fact that he's a musician and skateboarder... he kind of reminded me of Sam from Stardew Valley haha) His slightly... artificial(?) nature put me off for a little while, but now I love him. I'm wanting to analyze him, pick him apart, peel back the masks, and learn every single thing there is to know about him. Plus, he's one of the few (heavily suggested to be) queer characters, and also just kind of flirty with his friends, which is pretty rad! Also, Cater is very gender. I want to look like him.

tl;dr, most of the characters that have become my favourites are the ones I simultaneously feel great fondness for/attraction to, and relate to. Primarily, they're vice-housewardens, composed but a bit manipulative, generally have a dramatic flair, and are witty, clever, and perceptive. And, looking at it again, for the most part, can cook well too.

Other characters I ADORE: Floyd Leech (he reminds me SO MUCH of my irl best friend), Riddle Rosehearts, Deuce Spade (my son), Silver, Vil Schoenheit (a recent addition!), Mozus Trein (reminds me of my favourite teachers I had in high school)

[mangodestroyer]

Because of some bad life experiences, I've been looking into unhealthy dynamics in relationships quite a bit. I even have a list of books to read at this point (two books that I always see recommended are "The Gift of Fear" and "Why Does He Do That?" and I seriously want to give them a read).

Now, one type of abuse I want to see discussed more is financial abuse. I currently have a relative who has made it his career to be a leech. He's caused tons of drama in the past year and just keeps getting worse. He's also started acting more and more threatening. ALSO, he's gone out of his way to abuse me for well over a decade so this crap he's pulling now is just him letting the mask slip for EVERYONE.

Why haven't I left? I've tried a couple times in the past and it hasn't worked out. But this time, I've really, REALLY had it! And I also have a much more effective plan for getting out in about a month.

And yes, I'll also admit that I think I put up with it and normalized it for the longest time because... I grew up pretty much being trapped with this person. For my own survival, I had to just sort of dissociate from my feelings over it. That hasn't served me well as an adult because mania and dissociation cause me to overlook situations that are stressing me out (and they are coping mechanisms intended to protect the brain from excessive stress). But good lord, after being away from him for a few months, and now seeing him in person on a regular basis... now it's kind of hard not to get angry about it. I've forgotten how insufferable he really is!

So, he doesn't care to contribute, he takes my shit, he shows a very dishonest character, he doesn't want to do anything with his life, he's always treated me like absolute shit, and he starts doing crazy and threatening shit when confronted. Some of this is financial abuse, but people tend to focus on the threats and emotional abuse parts of it. But the financial abuse is a huge burden too.

I want to know how to avoid people like this in the future because I can NOT deal with another individual like this again. I see so many horror stories of women getting stuck with these useless men who eat all their food and never pay for groceries, lounge about playing video games all the time and refuse to work, help out with kids, or do the household chores. Leave all the bills up to the woman. Never give their girl any attention and expect them to be their mommy. Well, mommy until they need the girl to service them (but never do anything for her in return). Emotionally dump on them and again, not care about her. Sometimes, they get like this after trapping her with marriage and kids. Sometimes, they're like my brother and get weird and threatening/stalkerish if they don't get their way because they're manchildren.

What are the redflags for this? I think I can sorta see some redflags over unhealthy views of finances in my last relationship, considering they were very materialistic, seemed unimpressed with me not making lots of money at the time (as someone who was still fairly young and in college, and also, we weren't living together), and got annoyed with my needs. But that person at least seemed like someone who wanted a nice career and wanted to accomplish things in life. They probably wanted someone with lots of money while also making a good salary themselves. So it seems like I have a bad habit of going for the opposite end of the spectrum: materialistic workaholics who are more perfectionistic. Again, that might be a response to my trauma.

I don't want to be with someone who is uber materialistic and feels like their life is ruined if they can't have it all RIGHT NOW. Or treats those who make less as lesser individuals who oughta be grateful and let them have all the say because they make the money. I don't want to be a mommy for a leech either. I would literally rather ditch everything and live in some shack to avoid that (I was almost tempted to because of said relative). Finances are important to a relationship and I want someone who will be more reasonable. More like my friend, who tries to make things equal during trips (or who is willing to cover a little more without complaint if you're going out of your way for them/doing them a favor).

I just think it's strange that finances are not talked about more. It can be all too easy to control and manipulate someone with them. Even if you're the one who owns. They can still try to fuck you out of shit legally. I also live in a state with laws that have made the shit involving my brother a fucking hell! We also have terrible divorce laws here... so idk if I'd live in this state while married.

[augment-techs]

STUD STUD STUD STUD STUD. One of the Best Boys is One of the best boys FOR A REASON, and I am LOVING THIS. Even the ones that make me feel bad. Kim's: You know my views, but *total thumbs up* Kat's: Samesies~ Jason: I have no qualms or quibbles over these and this. Jason and Bulk look fetching together and the idea of them having two girls that are similar yet opposite gives me good feelings. Not too popular but responsible girl strikes me as a total (Bulk) Daddy's girl. Popular girl who will happily fight monsters when nobody is looking is VERY much Jason's Daddy's Girl. Nobody would be that surprised either, this is very true. Nature science was a surprise, but...Bulk has friends, it fits. Tommy: OH HELL YES. I was wondering when you would revisit this little rare pair, just glad it was on a frontier that I aspire to imagine. The pun in Trinity's name is totally Bulk's doing; I don't make the rules. Becket feels like someone Tommy needs and Leon needs? Like, this family needs a straight man, but THESE TWO especially apparently. (I am just going to assume Tommy actually picked Bulk up when he was back from off-planet because HIIIIII ADORABLE THOUGHT!) Skull: KINGS. Best lines~ He could fit boyfriend in one arm and baby in the other and he often did in the early days when sleeping with the two. For comfort and sense of protection. I am also VERY much voting for Amy to be a Roadie/Mechanic. This just feels...very suitable. Trini: I was kind of wondering which of these babs would have self-image problems, but this did not make it into my assumptions. Glad all of her family are like 'STOP', but this feels startling new from someone from Trini's set? I like it. Aisha: *observes the size and personality and Color differences* ...well if Red/Green, Blue/Orange can make it work? I don't see why not. Even if they just end up as amicable exes, I do like the image at least. Also the extremely stressed out baby boy who inherited Purple--please, Green boyfriend, be good to him Q_Q Sharkie: I see that respect for strong women runs at a high point in this family, so OF COURSE Leech would crush on Lauren Shiba. Thankfully, I can see this working out for someone who bit GOLDAR. I am also very much for the whole co-parenting Punks/teen parents thing. This is, like, one of the few character sets that seem like they would be HEALTHIER for this? Zack: YES, KINGS!!! Zack would have made so much better for Bulk at homecoming if only he'd KNOWN. ;_; I can totally see their eldest daughter taking all the best, most assertive parts of her dads and just setting up shop to be The Special when she'd old enough. That Justice was given a caps for a reason and I am fully behind a Silver Girl who could kick the shit out of anyone/befriend the devil themself. The boy just being a sweet summer child is just SOFT and I LOVE HIM. Hailey: .....yeah, this tracks. They're both too...MUCH...for each other to have a good relationship while raising a kid. This poor child, maybe he'd get picked up as a Ranger ASSIST. and become happy with people cuddling him out of his misery. Marleau: I...I am going to assume that Bulk is the one that does ALL of the parenting and Marleau just throws money at him when he mentions how unhappy their (his) kids are? Peregrine, Pansy, sweeties, TELL HIM HOW YOU FEEL--HE WILL DO WHAT YOU ASK. Rito: AAAAAAAAAND now I have THOUGHTS. Now I am thinking of the comics and Rito's human form if the Z Wave was kind to him; how UTTERLY blonde this little girl is gonna be. HOW MUCH GAME BULK HAS WITHOUT TRYING. Braid his hair, baby girl, BRAID! Yeah, Rita loves this, omg.

Farkas Bulkmeier, oc kids and canon kids. Bulk’s fun because canonically as far as we know, he’s single. BUT. He has a lot of options~ like, so many. Male and female. I am not against this man being charismatic af but wow lol. He and Eugene both have so many options simply by virtue of being on the show for so long. If I miss any lemme know!

Canon;

None that we know of, though he was absolutely co parenting Spike Skullovitch. Spike might call him uncle Bulk but I think we all know he’s basically Spike’s other dad.

My Alternate OC Kids;

Kimberly Hart;

Chloe Bulkmeier-Hart, aged 19, pink ranger. Au that will be animated, Kim and Farkas waited to have kids and actually Chloe was a bit of a surprise baby. Best friends with Tommy and Kat’s oldest grandson. Was a good ranger, became brainwashed and is a villainous ranger. Her love interest is a vampire named Iva Song. She is pastel goth with a deep love of frills and spikes, deep pinks and velvety blacks and poofy skirts and dresses and combat boots. She's got an inordinate amount of knowledge on ancient battle tactics, and how to hotwire a motorcycle. Both things she learned from her parents. She has a lovely singing voice. She is five foot four, and is a bottle rocket of doom. While she's had a crush on Iva since they were tiny, she never knew he seriously reciprocated until much much later. She's able to shake the mind control when she's-gasp-forced to go undercover as a punk. Trading her dresses for miniskirts? Respectfully, no.

Tangential Coinless au, bur she’s a newborn and Billy and Drakkon’s clones Bit and Tom become her babysitters. Her godmother is Sharkie and her godfather is Eugene Skullovitch.

Katherine Hillard;

Lois “Heavy” Bulkmeier. Aged 21. Kat got with him after being saved by Tommy and Kim, bur the relationship with Kim or Tommy never went anywhere. Tommy and Kim got back together, Kat was happy being single for the most part. Lois though was an accident baby; however Kat and Bulk make it work and do like the relationship and their kid. Heavy for his part is a lot like Bulk. Rabblerousing loudmouth with a heart of gold. Heavy got his GED and currently is working on going through community college so he can buy Ernie’s old place and take it over. It was a refuge for him as a kid and he wants to keep it going for all the kids who need a refuge, from whatever’s going on. Not associated with a color. He does, however, know who the rangers are, and helps where he can. Kat’s an Olympic diver, and Bulk is the owner of a very popular chain restaurant. Bulk’s Eats.

Jason Lee Scott;

When Jason came home to take care of his dad after his mom died, Bulk was there almost before Jason's friends were. He had Eugene in tow and they more or less gently bullied their way into getting him to accept help. When his dad finally died, miserable as ever, Bulk pulled Jason over to his place and they played video games and ate until they passed out in Bulk's bed. They have a mild competitive nature to their romance, and the little love affair surprised absolute nobody who took two seconds to think about it. They adopted two girls. Jason's a PE teacher at the highschool, while Bulk is the history teacher. Orla and McKenzie, aged fifteen and sixteen respectively, were adopted a couple years apart when they were in gradeschool.

Orla was originally from Stone Canyon, and Aisha knew her mom. They went to highschool together before she moved to Angel Grove, but they kept in touch. She couldn't keep her daughter, so Aisha helped her screen prospective parents. Jason and Bulk fit, and the paperwork was taken care of. Orla still talks to her mom on weekends when she can, but she loves her dads. Orla is into cross country running and shock put. She loves adventuring and hiking, and is constantly pulling her family out for hiking trips on weekends, as well as camping. Not the most popular girl in school, but she's okay with that. Currently getting into the idea of going into some form of nature study science as a profession. Not associated with a color.

McKenzie is one of the popular girls, though she's also into sports. Hers is soccer. She's also not afraid of standing up for her friends and sister, and her drop kick can shatter tables. Bulk and Jason made her promise not to get in fights in school, as it not only looks bad on her, it could cost them their jobs. So she's careful who she fights. Monsters who the power rangers can't handle are useful, here. At least one of them offered to hire her. Jason and Bulk were. Not Amused. She's considering acting as a career, just so she can do her own stunts. Everyone likes her because she doesn't let people walk over her, but she's managed to be nice about it. Likes history as much as Bulk does.

Tommy Oliver;

Bulk had been mildly afraid of Tommy since day of the dumpster but after the first couple weeks, he mellowed out. A LOT. Unfortunately Tommy's walking eye candy and that entailed a lot of attention by a lot of pretty people. Bulk found it easier to simply antagonize him rather than directly compete with everyone else. They've had a fun flirtatious back and forth for years. Things got a lot more of a lot more when Bulk came back from Mirinoi, and Tommy of all people got him in a hug so tight he thought he was going to actually get a broken back. They reconnected and opened a small hotel together. It's nothing spectacular but it's consistently filled with people, some of whom even choose their hotel again for future vacations. A couple years after the 'this is going to flop' fear subsided, business partners became married partners. Tommy and Bulk chose to go the adoption and surrogate route. Adoption because Tommy wanted to give a good life to someone who needed it, much like he'd been given, and surrogate because a friend asked during New Years when they were gently shooing them out of the hotel a little after midnight so they could sleep and their kid could sleep. The question had stuck around, which lead to an awkward conversation, which lead to asking around if anyone was willing. The surrogacy via Trini lead to twins, much to everyone's surprise. David thought this was hilarious. Tommy apologized profusely to Trini, who had to remind him he didn't control that. And she was willing to help them prepare for twins if they were.

They have three kids. Beckett, adopted at nine and currently 21 and working at the hotel to save up for college, and the twins. Trinity and Leon, born when Beckett was twelve. Rambunctious, and taking after Tommy a lot. There is no brain cell between them. The hotel is their personal playground when they have to spend time at home, much to the chagrin of Tommy and Bulk, though they have managed to make this work in their favor, and many of the twins' games also double as their chores.

Beckett's the straight man type. He's very up front, responsible, and charming when he wants to be. He can switch from business to leisure at the drop of a dime, is good with money, and knows Angel Grove like the back of his hand. He is practically a walking tour, and has debated whether or not it'd be worth setting up a tour guide side business to help the hotel, and his wallet. Bulk respects the hustle. Tommy just wants him to be careful. Beckett's going into business management. He doesn't necessarily want to take over; it'd be fun to open up a rival place for a while just to see how he does. He's also prepared for any and every eventuality. Living with this family, he's got to be. Not that he minds, he used to wander Boston streets all day and go to the boy's home at night. Tommy ran into him on the street wandering back, and it was basically an immediate whirlwind of Beckett becoming Beckett Oliver and going to live with Bulk and Tommy.

Trinity is the older of the twins by four hours. She's also the go getter and more of the risk taker. She is dragging Leon along after for better or for worse, because no he's not going to let his sister do something dumb alone. That's lonely! They've had run ins with a lot of supernatural things, but that's par for the course so half of them Tommy and Bulk don't know about. Trinity is more likely to fight something twice her size. Also more likely to jump from the second story railing to see if she can fly (she nearly gave Bulk a heart attack and he caught her before she could begin her downward trend. Luckily he knew her by that point). Not currently a color but she's Tommy's. She's going to be a green ranger when she's older. Tommy and Bulk have the twins in judo classes.

Leon's the more careful of the two but that's not saying much. Still the one that decided to experiment with dishsoap in the laundromat. He was grounded for a month. He's also more of the curious one, in the book sense. If he doesn't know, he asks. It's less of a headache. More of a direct talker than his sister, very polite. Is not adverse to using his sister or brother as a distraction. Enjoys parkour, even at nine. He likes detective stories. Enjoys birdwatching. This isn't a calming activity for him; he walked onto a cliff to see if a bird was an eagle. It was. He nearly got very very hurt. Tommy, fortunately, knows him. general rule with the twins is if Beckett Tommy or Bulk is with them it's for everyone else's protection; not their own. Leon is not associated with a color, but he's Tommy's. He'll be a white ranger when he's older.

Although many adversaries did have their eyes on these kids for a time-absolutely not, it's too much trouble. Tommy and Bulk are at least a little self aware and their kids are fully prepared to turn the hotel into a massive booby trap. There's a protocol and everything.

in a tangential au, Beckett is a ranger and passes the Power to either Leon or Trinity as his chosen replacement, so depending he's either white or green.

Eugene Skullovitch;

Absolutely nobody was surprised when they got together. Eugene became a teen dad and Bulk didn't even think twice. He could fit boyfriend in one arm and baby in the other and he often did in the early days when sleeping with the two. For comfort and sense of protection. Skull was his best friend, and everything he'd ever want in a partner. They didn't bother with a ceremonial wedding, it was just going to get the paperwork signed and then having a big party celebrating with their friends. They have Spike, of course, and adopted one more. Between Spike and Amy, they're good. Sharkie offered to be a surrogate, and Billy offered a way to mix their genetics, but after a long talk with each other and them, it was just Spike and Amy.

Amy and Spike are the same age, with a four month difference. Spike's more emotionally mature than his sister, but Amy's more cunning and less naive than Spike. Currently both eighteen. She's jaded in a lot of ways and makes sure her brother doesn't have to be. Spike has had to ask her not to threaten any partners he might get with, because he can handle himself. She's had to occassionaly ask this goes both ways. Amy is considering being a mechanic, or a roadie for Skull or Spike. She likes feeling useful, she likes puzzles and chess and general challenges. Cannot cook to save her life, but she's a whiz at baking. She's better at math than anyone else in her family. But english is the bane of her existence. Is not associated with a color.

Trini Kwan;

in one au she's a surrogate mom for Bulk and Tommy, but in another, Bulk and Trini got together after Minh's dad left the picture. Bulk had experience with helping a single parent, and Trini was extremely grateful. Minh loved him, and loved when Spike came over. Bulk and Trini had one more kid together when Minh was around six. Rue Kwan. currently aged 17. Minh is going into law, and Rue is considering being a private detective. Or a rocket scientist. Both would be equally fun challenges. Rue's a quick thinker, and rather politely sassy. She's got a dry sense of humor but her comebacks are scathing and legendary. Rue's on the heavier side, and this leads to some self image issues sometimes, especially around valentine's or dances, though Bulk and Trini and Minh are quick to nip this in the bud as quickly as possible whenever it crops up. Rue knows her own mind, and her own opinions. She's been sent to the principle's office for getting into arguments with her teachers more than once. not associated with a color.

Aisha Campbell;

Nobody saw this coming. However, he invited her to a dance, and she didn’t say no. Then they just saw each other as friends for a few years. New Year’s party and nine months later….well. Actually they work well together, who knew? Bulk can make Aisha laugh, and she helps him set more realistic goals. And they kick ass together. Recently divorced but not on bad terms. Hobart “Hobie” Bulkmeier, though…is struggling. New purple ranger, parents recently divorced, trying to keep grades up and a steady job on top of it? This is. A Lot. He’s a ballet instructor for a babies first ballet type class. Does not put up with bullshit for anything. Not afraid to call people out. He’s dating the green ranger and that’s fine, his parents like his boyfriend. It’s just everything on top of everything on top of everything. Has a bit of an anger issue but he is stressed out. Doesn’t really know how to talk about it, either. He’s usually a very upbeat, positive, and easy going kid. But everything has happened within six months of each other and if he doesn’t get a day off he’s going to blow. His parents are trying but they don’t know how to help if he doesn’t talk to them. He needs a weekend with his boyfriend and no life or death situations for five minutes if you so please.

Sharkie;

The world went to hell and Bulk and Sharkie made the best of it. Sharkie always did love Bulk, had since they were kids. Bulk, well if he didn’t love her it was close enough to love to not make a difference. Like Skull they’re teen parents. All three of them banded together, hunkered down, and co parented because none of their actual family members were going to help with this. Leech’s actual name is Sabrina. Nobody calls her Sabrina. She had a reputation for biting as a kid, but this saved her from being carried off by Goldar, who became too preoccupied trying to get toddler off his hand and just flew off to get his wound treated (and later called the small one a worthy warrior who’d be a great adversary and possible apprentice when she was older). Most people assume Leech, currently 16 and dealing with the “totally not” cult kids branching out of that creepy house and her honorary cousin, got the nickname for a variety of other reasons. Not an alien warrior affectionately naming her it after confronting her parents after the incident. And it just sticking because objectively it was funny. Leech thinks Lauren Shiba is a total babe but if you tell Lauren no she doesn’t.

Unfortunately “be as abrasive as possible” is the agreed way for flirting to go, in this family, so Lauren has the distinct impression this scary mall goth karate instructor absolutely hates her. They’ll figure it out. Leech, when she’s not mooning after Lauren, or helping her parents run the dojo, or goofing around with Spike, she’s playing video games at the arcade at the mall. She has the high scores on every game there. She’s going to get the tickets for a life sized plush gorilla in a Groucho Marx glasses. She thinks it’s hilarious and wants to modify this into a lounge chair for her room. Loves ironic humor. She looks a lot like her mom, but she’s as strong as her dad. This leads to a lot of funny situations.

Spike and Leech act more like siblings than best friends and in their eyes, they are.

Zack Taylor;

Zack realized he was crushing on Bulk when Bulk explained his plan to be homecoming king. Zack loved his tenacity and how genuinely excited Bulk actually was over this. Overhearing Marleau’s threat and Bulk backing down, Zack backed him, and got the rest of the rangers and their dates to back him, because Marleau might think she rules the school but she really didn’t.

He completely fell in love with him seeing him crowned homecoming king. However nothing happened in school, and they fell out of touch for several years. Later, they met again when Zack went to a bar with friends, and found the bartender and owner was a familiar face. Farkas was happy to see him, and Zack was extremely happy to see him. He stayed over that night, and then never left. They work well together and have two kids via genetic splicing courtesy of Billy and Aquitar technology. Brianna, aged thirteen, and Devin, aged ten.

Brianna goes to dance classes twice a week, is as friendly and strong in her sense of Justice as her dad Zack was when he was a teenager. He is so proud of her. Her sense of Justice is perhaps a little too strong, and Zack is watching his thirteen year old like a hawk. Power rangering is fine, but he is not letting his baby girl do it before she’s sixteen. Out of personal experience. She often has a group of kids around her, as a sort of social butterfly nexus; and their house is apparently the “safe house”. Polite, energetic, friendly, everyone’s her friend and she’s everyone else’s friend. Bulk and Zack have had to tell her more than once she needs to know her limits. Not associated with a color; but she’ll be silver the second she’s old enough.

Devin wants to go to Mirinoi when he’s grown up and explore everything there. He likes being everywhere, and doing things with his dads. Happy learning how to bake and cook, is fascinated by sewing and Bulk’s hand sewn jackets. Interested in his sister’s dance recital outfits and often borrows them to study. Bulk’s happy to help him in all his interests. Not associated with a color, but he’d be pink if old enough and chosen.

Hailey;

Prom dance was nice, Bulk was nice, even if he didn’t become prom king, and Bulk was capable and seemed to like listening to her. Next thing they knew though, she was pregnant and he was doing his best by her. Axel Bulkmeier is sixteen and kind of wishes his parents would get divorced and not stay together. Everyone would be happier that way. He especially would be happier that way. Often wanders around town, anything’s better than going home. At this point if one of the villains asked him if he wanted to join, he probably would, it’d at least be better than watching two people who could only barely stand each other and him go about their lives. Axel’s a drummer in a band, kind of moody, and more of a dreamer than anything. Would love to be a famous poet one day, or get off earth and never look back.

Marleau;

Hate fucks can still lead to kids, sadly, and this one did. He married her out of extreme pressure from her parents and neither of them can get out of it because her mom decided they look good together and they don’t want to screw up their kids do they? Peregrine and Pansy really really wish they’d get divorced because they could not possibly screw the two up more than they already have. Pansy’s not even sure if Bulk’s her biological father. He raises her like his own, and so that side of it doesn’t matter, she knows he’d treat her like his whoever the dad was, because he’s the one stepping up.

Peregrine is 27, working at a firm his grandfather set him up at, looking at the rest of his life with a lot of exhaustion and trepidation. He doesn’t want to be here, he doesn’t want to keep up a facade. He’d much rather be in the library as a librarian, and reading all the historical fiction he can get his hands on. His grandparents want him to settle down; he would rather chew off his own arm. Not associated with a color

Pansy is 21, and strongly debating if asking someone to pose as a girlfriend for the holidays is worth the drama it’s going to cause. Not that she doesn’t like girls, but she just broke off an engagement; does she want to put that person through all that? The answer is no. Not associated with a color.

Rito Revulto;

Bulk and Skull do not take advantage of him or Goldar when they have amnesia, exactly. Bulk at first offers a sort of ransom to Vile for his son because Rito’s got to be worth something right? Vile basically laughs in Bulk and Skull’s face and tries to kill all of them. Rito protects Bulk and Skull with Goldar, and the four hide out. Rito’s memory coming along in drips and drabs but colored by the experience, well. He throws his lot in with the humans. Hell, he would have done what Bulk and Skull did too so he’s not even that mad about the ransom. He gets closer to Bulk, impressed by his tenacity. Bulk jokingly tells him “hey come back in ten years if you still feel the same way and I’m single.”

Rito takes him seriously. At that point a then 30 year old Bulk, impressed and flattered, couldn’t really think of a good excuse for why this shouldn’t happen. They have one daughter via magic. Faline, aged eight. She’s a force of nature, as much so as her dads. Spike loves her, and often has the little mystic girl on his shoulders as they go all over town or follow her dads around. Everyone else side eyes Rito massively, but he’s much calmer now. He’s quite content just taking things day by day with his little family. Out of necessity, they moved to Briarwood after the mystic rangers happened. Just so Faline could be close to her aunt, and a community who could mentor her when and if she felt ready to learn magic. Fairly typical for a little girl, she likes adventure, make believe, and playing with her friends. She’s fairly bossy, and knows how to haggle. She loves braiding Bulk’s hair.

While Rita doesn’t get it, she’s happy her brother is happy. Plus, this niece of hers gets to be just a child, they’re both making sure of that. She grows up safe, she grows up loved. Faline’s second favorite place to be aside from Bulk and Rito’s house in Briarwood is the mystic mother throne room, where Rita tells her (age appropriate) stories. The mystic rangers adore the kid too, and she’s an unofficial mascot of the record store.

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Aaaand if I’ve missed anyone lemme know and I’ll put them in! I think I have, but -shrugs- this dude has a lot. It’s wild.

[cursedcola]

How would Ruggie, Malleus, Jade, and Deuce react to their s/o sleeping with a plushie that they gifted them?

{Aww! This is so cute!! I love it omg. I sleep with my boba squish mallow and have no shame. I kind of wanna give each character a specific plushie to comment on....okay. I'm gonna. I have the power here lol}

Prompt: What if they caught s/o sleeping with a plushie? (Pre-Relationship)

Characters: Ruggie Bucci, Malleus Draconia, Jade Leech, and Deuce Spade Part (1/3): Next ; pt.3

A/N: I forgot the 'they gifted you,' part. I'm sorry! I hope it's okay

Ruggie Bucci

Plush Bunny

Sometimes Leona sends Ruggie on 'quests,' as you would often call them. Ruggie just calls them chores

Things like getting him lunch, cleaning his room, delivering papers, and recently he's been tasked with keeping an eye on you.

Word on the proverbial grapevine is that you haven't been doing so great. Falling asleep in random places, spending long hours in the library, working extra shifts at the monster lounge, and most importantly- you haven't visited Savanaclaw in over two weeks

Now Ruggie would get shanked if he ever said it out loud, but Leona has a soft spot for ya. Just like he does for Jack Howl and the other nosy freshmen

When Ruggie hears, "make sure those idiots aren't causing me extra work," it translates to "make sure those idiots aren't in any trouble. go help them,"

Think good-cop and bad-cop. Leona lays bad-cop, and marionettes Ruggie as good-cop

He's sent Ruggie to do a bit spying on you a few times, not that the errand boy complained. He has personal motives for these little 'quests'. Like sometimes finding you in the most interesting positions

"Aye Aye...geez, can't you do it on your own for once?" - "Care to repeat that" -"Nothing! Nothing..."

He never sees anything horrible. Just funny situations, like when you're in a sneezing fit or rambling about the 'oh-so-generous' Crowley to yourself when you think you're alone. Ruggie always gets a good laugh at your antics when you think no one is watching

But this- okay, this scenario is a new one for him.

"You really have no sense of decency...do you, prefect" he says, looking down at you napping under a tree in the courtyard

It wouldn't be so bad, if you weren't curled around a small stuffed rabbit. He just-

Pulls out his phone and takes a picture. No hesitation. Just quickly snaps it and then crouches over you

And stares. Anyone walking by would think him a creeper, with his ears twitching and face scrunched up in concentration

You...shit. He can't keep doing this for Leona if this is what he'll find. His shriveled little heart can't handle it

He definitely plans to rub the picture in your face later, but for now he'll lay down next to you and watch the clouds. To the onlooker it looks like your both chilling, but for Ruggie it feels more intimate. He's guarding you from anyone that might disturb your rest or trying to peak at the cute sight only he gets to see

Malleus Draconia

Plush dragon

So, this all began when Malleus asked about University life from your world. He wanted to know more about human culture and how dormitories in TW are different from what you know

Your world is definitely less exciting than Twisted Wonderland. You have to walk everywhere and don't have mirror travel? Dorms contain hundreds of students at once? No prefects? No set schedule? Who controls the chaos? That...sounds tiring

He wants to know more about the dorm culture. So you tell him about staying up late to study, coffee addiction, mutual understanding of finals stress among peers, how prefects are essentially called RAs, fraternities/sororities/etc, extra curricular clubs, bad cafeteria food, and most importantly- crashing in other dorms to escape your own.

He has never shared a dorm with another person, or a room. There were times he snuck into Lilia's room as a child after a nightmare, but he doesn't mention that to you

The 'dorm crashing,' you talk about- he wants to experience it. He wants to spend an entire evening with "friends" and enjoy a wild adventure

He nearly invites himself to spend the night in your dorm, but trails off since that would be indecent considering his...emotions

"Might I impose upon....ah. Pardon my boldness, I retract my previous suggestion,"

He wants to interject when you insist on his idea. It's improper but how can he say no when you are so excited?

And this is how Malleus ends up sharing your dorm for the night. You both set up sleeping arrangements on the floor of your room, which Grimm loves since the bed is now all his. After all, it is not a proper sleepover unless you both wake with backaches (from the floor, not what you're thinking of -_-)

You both go for a late-night walk, play a board game with the resident ghosts and Grimm, enjoy a warm beverage by the fireplace, and end the night discussing whatever thoughts come to mind.

It's the most fun Malleus has ever had. He's never experienced such a relaxed evening. Not once was there a moment of discomfort

Until you both settled in for the night, and you bring in that plush dragon. He's uncomfortable but not in a bad way

He says nothing at first and instead focuses on the crackling fire. He doesn't need as much sleep as a human, so he merely pretends until your steady breathing can be heard

He turns to look your way, watching how you snuggle into it's fur. The fire illuminating your peaceful face and blankets drawn up to your shoulders

You look so serene. No one has ever looked so calm in his presence or allowed themselves to be vulnerable. Then again- he's never dropped his guard this much around anyone other than his close dormmates. His family.

"Oh, if you only recognized these feelings I carry. Would you still allow me to witness this sight?"

He cannot help himself, and reaches over to tuck you in further and pat the dragon on it's head.

You're too precious. Welcoming a demon into your den and taunting him so...

Jade Leech

toast

Similar to how Leona has a soft spot for you, so does Azul

You are the only person allowed back in the VIP lounge without permission. No contracts, no deals, no nothing. The space was offered in case you ever felt overwhelmed and needed somewhere to cool off

More specifically, when you first saw Azul's octopot you had mentioned missing having a safe-place, and that there was nowhere truly quiet in NRC for you to go. Azul immediately offered the lounge and instructed the tweels to let you in whenever (so long as a transaction wasn't being made. Then you could go to one of their dorm rooms)

You surprisingly took him up on the offer, and on occasion Jade would escort you to the VIP lounge for some quiet time. You'd normally do your homework in the corner as Azul worked, or fell asleep on one of the couches

Today was one of the times when Azul needed the room for work, but seeing your defeated expression convinced Jade to loan out his room

Floyd offered his as well, but it was rarely in a state to host company. So you agreed to rest in Jade's until his shift was over and he could escort you back to Ramshackle

"Please don't touch anything other than the desk and available seating. I have many dangerous specimens in here and cannot guarantee your safety. Rest well~"

It is not necessary, but he greatly dislikes you walking alone at night after closing. He will not take no for an answer, and will dismiss any rebuttal with a smile. Before you know it, you're half-way to your dorm while he is guiding you with a hand on the small of your back

After his shift, night had long fallen. He mentally prepared to once again swindle his way into walking you home as he approached his room. Though after opening the door? His plans changed

Laid on his bed, you have clearly fallen asleep while reading a light novel. In one hand is the book and in the other...a plush piece of toast?

What?

He has seen you asleep many times in the VIP lounge, but never like this. Not in his room, completely relaxed, and entirely unaware of the danger you were in. His prior warning did not pertain only to mushrooms

"Aha...my dearest, it seems you are not as conscious of me as I thought. You are fortunate that I am merciful,"

He runs his index finger along your cheek and down your neck, stopping when his hand meets the plush toy clutched in your hands. He is showing you mercy, but at the cost of more self control than his twin could ever muster

"I adore you..." He doesn't need to walk you home, because he does not bother waking you up. He instead tends to his fungi, and spends the night sparing occasional glances your way until morning

Deuce Spade

Puppy Plushie

He may -or may not!- have been booted from his Dorm for a few days

He definitely did not shatter nearly half of Heartslabyul's fine china in a petty argument with one of his upperclassmen

...

.....

Okay, but they were trying to ditch their duties and push all the work onto him! He's just trying to live an honest life here and they had the gull to pull the 'I'm your superior now do as I say,' bullshit

He sent a cauldron their way...and well, you get the rest. He's honestly lucky that Riddle did not collar him and instead Trey sent him away for a few days. Just until tensions cool off

Which is why he's here now. At your doorstep, in the middle of the night, with his pajamas on and nothing but a backpack. He doesn't even have proper shoes on! Just slippers

Annnd he's begging you to help him out. He's stayed over many times anyways. What's the harm in a few nights? It's just that this time Ace wouldn't be around

....lock the doors. He may have followed and Deuce is not in the mood for a second argument of the day. He just wants to do his homework and get some rest

"Please! I promise you won't even know that I'm here. I'll be super quiet,"

Say yes already and tell him to stop bowing. It's pathetic

Normally when Ace and Deuce sleep over, you have the living room set up for them. Since this is last minute he'll have to bunk in your room. You don't have fresh linens and it's too late to warm the living area with a fire.

Que you both fighting over who takes the bed. You're fine with him taking it, but Grimm refuses to sleep with him. Deuce also isn't happy kicking you out of your bed.

Egads his mother would have him hung for taking his host's bed. Especially your bed - the thought sends him overboard

In the end, Grimm ends up making himself comfy on one of the recliners in the room. Which leaves Deuce to share the bed with you after finishing his homework (that you begrudgingly help with)

He's already near a heart attack when you both get into the bed. Then he watches you lean over to grab a large plush dog...and snuggle it

He has never invaded your room when sleeping over. This is the first time he's seen you so...adorable. Utterly. Adorable.

He promptly turns so your backs are facing each other, and buries his face in his pillow.. Before he realizes it, an hour has passed and the grandfather-clock down the hall is chiming. Slowly, he peers over his shoulder to see that you've turned to face his back.

" Forgive me...I don't think I can do this-"

You wake up to find him in a blanket cocoon on the floor. He was not going to get any sleep staying in that bed

[blues824]

hi! could i request the octavinelle trio, riddle rosehearts and vil schoenheit with a “go with the flow” wise type s/o, like when they first arrived in twisted wonderland they were rather chill about it and said something about letting fate guide them and being scarily nonchalant about being taken to an entire different universe!!! they spew random advice all the time which turns out to always be helpful and because people at nrc are usually very standoffish seeing someone giving them random advice and a parting line like “ you did not ask for advice but it’s advice you needed, may you find peace in yourself” and just drifting away is so bizarre?? very much a pacifist and will try to avoid fighting, but if they have to fight they will absolutely win, clean your wounds that they caused give you a world changing life lesson, basically a oogway/uncle iroh mix s/o and g/n please! because just imagining a person from another universe basically outsmarting and out wording an entire school with meditation, tea and an hour long conversation is really funny in my head! love your work so much!

For the advice given in each character, read it aloud. It will make sense as to why I worded the phrases that way… except for Vil’s.

Riddle Rosehearts

Is most definitely concerned about your mental health and wellbeing. You were literally transported to a whole other world and your response was I guess this is where the universe has led me.

Once, Riddle was angry (when is he not) at Ace for ‘tarnishing the name of the Heartslabyul dorm and therefore the Queen herself’. You just put a calming hand on his shoulder and told him: You didn’t ask for advice but it’s advice you need for if you look within yourself, you will then feel complete.

It only became apparent when he overblotted and you packed him the f up (respectfully and out of necessity) that he was standing in his own way. He asked how you knew he needed to be told that and you shrugged, telling him that his vibes were just off but he had potential as you sat patching him up.

From that day on, he will join you in your meditation schedule because he knows that it can be very calming. He’s noticeably calmed down and became more lenient towards rule-breakers. Sure, they still get punished, but they get punished by adding more chores rather than collaring them.

Azul Ashengrotto

He is intrigued by your unique way of thinking compared to the other humans he has met. In fact, he can’t recall ever meeting a mer-person like this either. He was a bit surprised to hear you say I guess the wind shifted the sails after being teleported to Twisted Wonderland.

Once, when Azul was worried about losing profit and you just appeared out of nowhere and told him: You’re forgetting to take care of yourself because you worry about money, but it’s all for nothing. Now isn’t that funny?

It wasn’t until after his overblot that he realized the true meaning behind your words. He was just too dumb to notice. As you patched him up, he told you about his revelation and you giggled and said: Right on, man. Knew you’d get there eventually.

You will help him out with lessening his workload just so he has time to look after himself. Whenever he feels his stress levels rising, you lead him in some meditation. Your voice was just so gentle that he was having trouble not falling asleep. He tries to pay you for your efforts but you refuse, saying the universe brought you for a reason and that reason was to help a cecaelia in distress.

Jade Leech

He has somewhat similar viewpoints. He’s a go-with-the-flow person as well, and won’t often be derailed by inconveniences. However, he loves resorting to violence, which goes against your ideology.

Once, you saw that Jade was ‘hugging’ someone because they accidentally knocked over one of his mushroom planters and you came by and said: Bro, if you don’t let this go… it will drag you down deeper, more than you know

Of course, when he didn’t stop, you resorted to the last option. Absolutely smacking the shit out of him with a broom. Of course, you applied ice to the bruises and helped him, but this ordeal gave him a taste of a different side of you.

You’re actually glad to hear that he likes gardening, because it’s such a calming activity that allows you to give back to Mother Earth. You often go to his room or the greenhouse to meditate so that you can be one with nature. He joins you every once in a while, but no more than twice a week.

Floyd Leech

We all know how this man is. Mood swings left and right, ‘violence is always the solution’ mentality, the list goes on. He finds it amusing how you just randomly teleported here and your first words were: Fate has given me another adventure today.

Once, when Floyd was in a depressive mood, you came by and sat next to him. He was about to send you away when you said: Dude, your chakras aren’t aligned, not like how nature had you designed.

He didn’t get it at all until he actually observed you. You were always peaceful and serene, often found in a positive mood. It wasn’t until once when you pushed him away to save a baby bird outside that you gave off a negative vibe.

Floyd then decides to tag along with you. He still plays basketball, but he meditates and always makes time to go on walks to relieve stress. You’ve even given him mint and chamomile tea bags because they had soothing properties. Nowadays, he’s usually happy save for that once-in-a-blue-moon.

Vil Schoenheit

He also found it amusing how your first words were: The energy this place gives off is totally wack, but I’m vibing with it not gonna lie. Well, in case you didn’t know, everyone picks up on your wacky energy as well.

You once saw Vil angry because Epel wasn’t complying with his skincare routine, so you came by and said: You two are completely different species. How do you expect a crocodile and an anaconda to get along?

This went for everyone he couldn’t control, and he didn’t understand until after his overblot when you were the one tending to his wounds. You had apologized for resorting to violence, but he understood because it was necessary.

Now, he incorporates meditation into his yoga. He will often invite you over as well so that you could be yoga buddies and keep the other on-track. Vil noticed that he’s become more positive recently, all thanks to you.

[faeryarchives]

I love your genshin reader stuff, could I get a Beidou reader with Pomefiore or Octavinelle? I love buff pirate lady so much 🙏🙏

hi anon thank you for reading my works ahihi glad you love it >< i think beidou reader would be as tall as the tweels like legit

part two can be found here !!

octavinelle with a beidou-like fem!reader!

captain of the crux, with quite the reputation in her previous world. it was rumored that she can split mountains and part the sea and even the mightiest of the sea beasts are no match for her

: ̗̀➛ azul ashengrotto

the moment azul saw your get-up, he was scared because of the stories he heard about pirates were terrifying - hunting his kind down

but you were not like that at all! he was shocked when you just swing your arm on his shoulders and let out a laugh after hearing his thoughts about pirates

"you are not mad?"

"ahahah! why would i be? it's normal for us pirates to be seen in that kind of light, but i would never hurt anything or anyone who doesn't pose any harm to the people i love and that includes you!"

you would probably the first person who will reassure him after his overblot, lending him your shoulder to cry on

azul would typically the type who can hold his tears in as long as he can but the way you just comfort him like a big sister send him sobbing.

"there, there. everything is alright no one can hurt you. you can rest now"

the big sister he never had🥺. this octopus really appreciate whenever you drop by the restaurant to help out with the carrying heavy stuffs and play with the tweels

and azul could never have enough of your adventure stories! you could see the excitement in his eyes whenever you talked about discovering and collecting treasure!

sometimes you would also play chess in which azul would have trouble winning against you due to your years of playing

overall, students will think twice whenever they talk shit about azul or planning to do something evil with him because you and the tweels will surely track them down and have a lovely talk

: ̗̀➛ jade leech

i think jade would be the most grateful out of the three. before he was feeling pressured of watching over azul and his twin but when you came - the vice dorm leader feel that he could trust you looking out for the two whenever he is out doing his duties

and a huge stress load would be lifted off his shoulders when you offered to help him with the labor in the restaurant along with training the other staffs

"are you sure you want to help?"

"yeah! little grim is hanging out with ace and deuce because of remedial and i have nothing to do anyways!"

the two of you would most likely exchange the exquisite plants you discovered during your adventures especially mushroom after seeing his eyes sparkle every time you mention something related to the fungi

even if he put up the most practiced smile on his face, you would always see through him which left the eel very amazed because only floyd could see through him

to cheer him up from his stress work load - you would probably give him a mushroom after going out to the woods in the briar valley with your bestie malleus permission to hunt for the mushroom jade has been looking for a long time.

"it's fine to look out for your friends at all times, but when you don't know what to do, just take the first step. the rest will figure itself out naturally."

you would be the first person the vice dorm leader would go to whenever he just want to take a break

because having you as company is like a fresh breath of air and that's how much he trusts you - to be able to see him at his most vulnerable state

: ̗̀➛ floyd leech

without hesitation, floyd will try to fight you when he first spotted your claymore and electro vision. and let's say an eel and electricity encourage him more to always stick next to you

not that you mid, you actually love his company! his curiosity and eagerness to know how you previously handled the mighty beast from your world with only your huge sword

"woaah! you are very strong for beating a leviathan, tiger shark!"

"haha! it's due to all the trainings i did before becoming a pirate."

you are probably the only one who will willingly accept this eel's hugs! and sometimes you are the one hugging him whenever he feels down or sad

floyd would always feel his mood brighten up whenever he spots his favorite big sister. there is just something around you that makes everyone including him to be very at ease and feel safe.

and he did accidentally called you big sis and you would just reply like it's normal, which it is normal.

"ne ne big sis (name)"

"hi my other favorite eel!"

"did we just ignore the fact floyd called (nickname) big sis?"

floyd along with jade would probably look for you whenever there are troublesome customers in the restaurant who doesn't seem to get the hint to not cause any disturbances. rather than going to the rough way why not take the negotiating path right?

floyd would absolutely squeeze anyone who will spread rumors about you being the villain and terrorizing azul causing him to overblot no one will hurt his friends 😡

i am broken . kalim ssr haven't came home in my acc im 😔 baby pls come home i will cherish you forever

[urstruly-ghst]

Hey ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧! If it's okay can you do this with vice dorm leaders? (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

note : this is my older works, and i would edit it soon 😎! if you want to access the story , here is the new link :)

to celebrate the en release of twst! i present :

scenario : bully chases you down after spilling water on them by accident

trey clover

Trey loved keeping you out of trouble, he made it his whole mission ever since he developed some feelings for you. At first it was harmless things such as making you avoid being late, to extreme catching you while flying.

He knew how much rebellious streak is in you, that it was bound to make some people cross lines with you. That was never good. Hence why, he was not so surprised when you run around, with a well known delinquent on your tail.

The bully chased you down, it was chaotic, Trey would try to negotiate or at the very least use his authority to even out the conflict. He'd give punishment to both of you, for causing disorder if the time comes. After all, he wants to look fair in the eyes of Riddle and others.

However, Trey lets you off easily (you'd think he would let you suffer? No! He'd never!) If the bully/delinquent refuses to comply, harsh and cruel words and hidden punishment is to occur.

If they are under the Heartslabyul dorm, he'd let them carry out the big organization and event planning. If not, he'd use his authority or connections to other dorms for rightful punishment for threatening and chasing you down!

"Dear, I am going to do my best to protect you. As if I'd let them slide with their habit of chasing you down!"

ruggie bucchi

Will most likely hide you as quick as possible, Ruggie can't confront bullies. While his Unique Magic help with the whole controlling them until out of sight, the aftermath is tricky.. He opted the safer and probably easier option for both of you!

So, he'd hide you and probably use Leona for a quick bargain of threatening or at least talking down on them! Not that he can't, but it might take up some time and he's trying to have more time with you! His side jobs are already a time stealer, and he won't allow some bully to take his precious time away from you.

Ruggie will comfort you lots, he'll do what he can at the moment to make sure you get treated the right way! He's determined to get payback at least.

If he caught you in the middle of the chase, he'll definitely control either of you! If he controls you, he's bound to make you run beyond the limits you knew.

If he was controlling the bully, he'd have a blast! Tripping them, slipping on a tile, constantly hit their head! It was funny and quite pitiful really. Ruggie does it for you though!

"Shishishi--! Thought that I can't do much, sunshine? Thought wrong! I am, after all, quite the thinker!"

jade leech

A death wish was written the moment the chase begun. Jade wouldn't care who started the chase, or what reason conspired, he'd fulfill that death wish. Jade won't even hesitate to call on Floyd! He's sure that his dear twin would love to be one of those who protects you, after all, Floyd is fond of you!

Not to say Jade won't fair his chances into listening to what that delinquent had to say, however, chances are slim, and he'd just get on with it. Jade wants it to end quick to comfort you immediately, he knows a chase down is horrifying to witness or be a part of.

Jade will comfort you, after dealing with the person. However, he does scold you a little bit for putting yourself in harm, and causing a fuss!

He won't punish you, no, he'd pamper you with what he can give! He'll make sure the nerves of yours calm down. Maybe he'll make some risotto, or ask you to go on a stroll! Jade will do his best to rid of your anxiety and stress.

Over all, it might not seem Jade did much, however, behind the scenes, it was clear Jade was involved in this matter.

"Fufu, my dear pearl, how about a stroll? Now, your nerves can be a bit on the edge today, but let's not fret. After all, I'm here now"

jamil viper

Jamil finds it troublesome. You somehow always try to be out of harm's way, but head straight on landing gracefully into bigger harm. It's quite cute at first, but now its concerning. Today, was no exception, as a chase between you and a delinquent won't go far.

Fret not, Jamil does save you. No harsh feelings at all! You're his significant other, of course he'll be at your beck and call. However, he may not greet you with a worried facade, he greets you with a glare and worried eyes because who knows what trouble you could've been into had you not run into him.

The bully might be tough to you, but to Jamil, they were at mercy. Punishment was bound to happen, very much like Trey, he'd make use of connections to punish them hardly. Inside their dorm, he'd politely ask Kalim to make them do the work, to which Kalim agrees to! If it was another dorm, he'd contact the dorm leader for some compensation.

They were doing his workload (definitely not all, but they were heavy nonetheless). Jamil may also use the bully as bait for stress relief, but it might burden your thoughts, so he chose not to.

Over all, Jamil does save time by dealing less with the bully and more to you. He may say you are idiotic and careless, but deep down his concern was overflowing for you. He vowed to make sure no one ever dares to make you scared.

"You need to be careful, I can't always be there, you know. Jez, at this rate, I think you're becoming like Kalim! Ugh, I'm not mad... maybe I am, but I was worried, you hear?"

rook hunt

Rook loves you dearly, he has his eye on you for most of the time, it barely leaves you! So, this incident of chasing was caught on immediately. Rook steps in the scene quite quickly, and he lets you off with reassurance, he may even involve Vil to accompany you.

It is not a fun thing, the bully had no chance to outrun your dear Rook, so it was a pitiful sight. Imagine, a cowering delinquent, all because of a spilled glass of water.

Rook never takes threats or harms to you lightly, and Rook witnessed the scare you had of being hurt, and that was a good enough of a reason to let Rook be a tad bit unhinged. No one knows how eerily scary Rook can be.

while Rook does comfort you well, he spent a lot of time sneaking around your bully. He made sure to leave an impression to that fiend, he was a vicious hunter, and that was evident with the shaking that your delinquent presents when he encounters you in halls or outdoors.

After that, Rook tends to be on your side now. Before, he'd just watch over you, but he may turn clingy all because he feels the need to protect you. He takes you on walks, hunting, and mayhaps a more city date. In shorter words, he pampers you until he feels content with the treatment!

"Mon amour! Look out for that pebble. Oh! I have the greatest news, I found this spot, trust moi! It is worth the view!"

lilis vanrouge

Lilia is like Rook, he has his eyes and ears on you. He has watched your movements, a bit out of paranoia, and a bit from a habit as a caretaker. Lilia is an amazing caretaker, so he does his best to guide you in your clumsy ways.

Of course, accidents happen, and he saw the incident of you spilling the cup on a hothead, Lilia can take the reigns from there. Chasing may ensue if he wasn't looking, yet even then, the end result is the same: trouble.

He is a prankster, he may seem the lighter punisher, but he is not. A former General is bound to be harsh, yet he knows his limits to humans, so he pranks them in a cruel way.

Lilia comforts you, he offers words, flights to the skies, music, and maybe food. he pouts when you decline, but shrugs it off as you are not hungry. He may try to bring Silver into the whole issue.

From that point on, Lilia makes sure to keep an extra eye on you, he appoints Silver for you. He believes his son can protect you, and bring a sense of familiarity and comfort from him!

"Fufu! There, there, little one. That hothead is long gone, now, how about try some of this stew I made before we take a flight? No? Oh, killjoy!"

[makur0]

TWST Reader Personas

synopsis — dorm mc’s based off of those fairytale characters? [Part one]

content warnings — sfw

author’s note — pretty generic, but i really wanted to do this, especially as my first twst fanfic + self indulgent. i also will add more depth into these rants (will link) but not just yet

word count — 558

[The Caterpillar - Heartsabyul]

First things first, you don’t smoke. Gotta make that clear (but you do have a sufficient supply of those scenting sticks). You’re also shorter than Riddle... but unlike him you could care less. In fact you love one-upping the beanstalks of the dorm. Of course, if you feel like it. You are one of the laziest people in Heartsabyul, which irritates Riddle down to the bone (How you got into this dorm nobody knows). A perfectionist clashing with a slacker... sometimes Trey mediating the entire thing isn’t enough. You are rather liked by the other dormmates though, rather the first-years who aren’t used with Riddle yet. Once they finish their tasks and escape Riddle, they crash at your dorm and you tell made-up stories about your ‘travels’ and that you’ve been all around. Of course you don’t hide the fact that you’re lying, but they don’t seem to care as long as they’re distracted to schoolwork and such. Overall, people both respect you and like you, even though you try to have the first-years do your tasks with no reward.

[Timon - Savanaclaw]

Relating to the original storyline, you’re an outcast of your family. But do you mind? No. Not really. In fact you joke about your parents disowning you so much that even Leona is concerned about your mental wealth. Anyways, everybody loves you. What’s better than living a carefree life, not stressing out about schoolwork? says the person who's been in detention several times You’re like everybody’s therapist, in a way. Like the shoulder everybody needs to lean on. Not that you particularly mind, but every once in a while you shove Ruggie into the mental help group (sorry). Leona didn’t like you at all when you first joined the dorm, especially after you got along so well with his nephew Cheka and became the Dynamic Duo. But as time passed, he envied you on how easy you were about leaving your family and overall the life that was set out for you. Maybe he could learn a few things from you... but for now, you’re his second servant when Ruggie isn’t around to serve him 24/7. He also officiated you as Cheka’s babysitter whenever he visits.

[Sebastian - Octanivelle]

You’re carrying Mostro Lounge with your music. Although Azul was extremely reluctant because you had no background information about your career in orchestra and such, he relented because, well... you got along great with the crowd. And that means more money for Azul. Moving away from that, you’re a generally a nice and carefree person, a stark difference to the schemers of the dorm (You get along GREAT with Floyd). You are smart yourself (Why else would you be in that dorm?) but unlike the others you want to solely pursue in music. After your schoolwork, of course. And whenever Azul calls you to do some dirty work. Yes, whenever the Leech twins are nowhere to be found or busy with something else, the housewarden goes to you partly because you did say that you would help him in whatever, and he could trust you (he doesn’t have to worry about you thinking about double-crossing him. you’re not that smart for that lol). But despite your generous personality you’re indifferent with the other students in the dorm. They have their interests, you have yours.

[writertothemaximum]

is it alright if you can make a male reader version of the high!rinne amagi x reader fic? only when you’re ready to write the full thing, of course :]

Note: This pretty much the same as the Rinne/Reader fic posted a while ago, just now with male pronouns, and male uh, parts. A lot of stuff has been reworded, but I hope it does the trick! Thanks for reading!

Rinne Amagi x Male Reader

Summary: You mostly just expected to pick your friend up from a club, the last thing you thought was to get hit on by some wasted guy. Although, he certainly looked familiar…

Word Count: 2k

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24045316/chapters/59423728

Warnings are under the cut for containing nsfw/18+ content

Warnings: nsfw/smut (18+), sex under the influence of drugs, bisexual Rinne, sub!Rinne, slut!Rinne, male!reader, fellatio, choking, anal fingering, non-sexual pissing, excessive amounts of cursing

The first thing that hit you when you entered the club was how dark it was. How through all the flashing lights, you couldn’t see a thing. How the wall of heavy bass rang noiselessly back and forth into your head, bouncing to the beat of its own drum. The shaking of the wall of people undulating like a wave, bouncing endlessly like the ocean.

It was 11:30 p.m. already and your friend called you, waking you up, to drive her home. At least it wasn’t 3:00 a.m. like last time. This is why you told her to stop going to raves all the time. It was rotting her brain.

You had waited outside for twenty minutes already, but a part of you felt overwhelmed by everything in front of you. How everything was so dark until the lights flashed, how everything was so quiet because you couldn’t hear anything but bass, drums, and bass. There was an electrifying energy to it all and you felt it sap away at you like a leech.

Sticking your hands out to feel around you, you noticed that there were clear paths around the main crowd. Maybe if you could go around you might have a chance at finding her. You hoped she wasn’t off puking in a bathroom stall. Well, it might not be so bad, at least that way it wouldn’t be in your car.

There was a gray-haired boy shouting on stage. He had a very long tongue. He looked a lot like the dude from that idol group, Crazy B. You wondered if people like that really went to clubs like this. You wondered if a part of it was outing all the stress they went through, how difficult it would be to explain where they went, explain where the pictures came from. Although, you supposed, people like that might just not care.

You felt a hand against your shoulder and you turned around.

A six-foot-tall black shadow loomed over you.

“God, your skin is so soft,” you heard him saying.

Was he talking to you? It looked like he was shouting, but you couldn’t really tell. You couldn’t really hear anything, it was so impersonal.

The man started to attach his body to you, getting very close into your personal space. A part of you was worried that he was going to grind against you, although there was a lot worse and he didn’t seem to be particularly harmful, if not a little touchy. His skin was absolutely burning, frying as it touched your skin. Did he have a fever?

You pulled away, worried that there was something wrong with him, but he just got closer again.

The lights flashed on him.

Redhead, huh.

“Look, buddy, I got to find my friend, could you get off me,” you shouted, worried that trying to talk to him would make your throat scratchy.

The bass dropped and he leaned down in, to get close to you.

“I think I’m in love,” he said, screaming into the void. “You know I’m usually not into butch girls, you got such a nasty expression. I’d tap that.”

What the fuck was he going on about? Was he shitfaced? He didn’t smell like alcohol. Normally your instincts would have you get the fuck away from someone like this, but he seemed cute and you were a little bit pent up. Anyways, with him all trashed like that, it would be difficult for him to fight back. Sighing, realizing that this was now your problem, you dragged him into the room closest to your right.

Turns out it was the bathroom.

A sense of relief hit you as soon as you realized how much better it felt to be under constant light and less noise. The music was still pumping blood into your head, you smashed him into the wall, pinning him down.

You finally got a good chance to look at his face. There were beads of sweat pouring down his headband.

This was Rinne Amagi, there was no doubt about it. Clinging to you. High off his ass.

It was a little difficult to not want to take advantage of this situation.

“What the fuck are you on?” you asked, dryly.

“Mo~lly~” he said, singing out each syllable, completely ignoring the music blasting in the distance.

Ah, well that explained it. You hoped your friend chose a clean strain this time.

You grabbed him by the collar and shoved him into one of the stalls, chucking him onto the ground, just short of the toilet seat. You wondered how gross that ground was, you wondered how many people had vomited on it, how many people shot up in here. You hated it here, your friend would have to hire a ride next time.

Rinne leaned forward, grabbing awkwardly at your chest, like he was trying to grope you. Your chest wasn’t particularly sensitive. It’s not like you had tits or anything. You’d never had another guy do that to you.

“Huh?” Rinne asked, furrowing his brow. “Your tits are kinda flat, Jesus christ.”

You frowned at him.

“You know I’m a dude, right?” you asked, somewhat deadpanned.

Rinne blinked incredibly slowly, letting all the blood rush back into his head. Frustrated and high on energy, his hand shot up and ruffled through his hair, scratching at his scalp. He took a deep breath.

“I kinda thought you were masc for a girl. Fuck, guess I’m gay now,” he said, ending with a sigh. “Wouldn’t be the first time, actually.”

Smirking, Rinne sank to the floor, mouthing at the front of your jeans, playing with the zipper.

“So, uh,” he said, his eyes lolling forward. “You wanna get sucked, sir?”

Sighing, you pulled down your pants and underwear, grabbed his head, and stuck your dick, still somewhat flaccid, into his mouth.

As Rinne was too surprised to respond, you decided to push into his lips. At least the warmth felt good around your shaft. He was supporting your body weight, at least. He wasn’t pushing you off.

“Come on asshole, didn’t you say you wanted to suck me off?” you asked, your tone harsh, your length beginning to harden in his lips.

That’s when you felt the tongue and everything started feeling better. He started by sucking his cheeks inwards, creating a nice seal around your dick. Sloppy and wet, Rinne began to move. Putting one shoe against the toilet rim, you straddled his face, adjusting so that you could shove your dick further down his throat. You heard slight choking sounds, the man clearly not used to this.

Not getting enough friction, you grabbed the back of his head and pushed it against you, his whole face smothered by your crotch, his nose resting pleasantly in your pubes. You felt his breath heave, struggling for air. You slammed your hips into his mouth, cutting off any circulation, cutting off any hope of him being able to breathe.

It felt so good to have him choke against you. That look in his eyes. Piercing blue, piercing through you as he was deep-throating you, struggling, in pain. It felt like minutes that you had him there, sucking against you endlessly, gagging, choking.

You felt it all rise at once and you came down his throat. You grabbed his hair and pulled him off of you, his face smeared with thick fluid and a wide grin, cum seeping from his lips.

“Damn! That wasn’t so bad!” Rinne shouted, laughing, slapping his leg. “Where else do I find men like you?”

He was still kneeling on the ground. He was really hard. A part of you wondered if it was a blow-and-go sort of deal or if Rinne expected more. Well, it wouldn’t be too difficult to take care of him when he was like this.

“Up your ass,” you said, answering his question sarcastically. “Now get on the seat and turn around.”

He grabbed your hand, his own still burning, blistering with heat. He licked it, your jizz still smeared across his face.

“How is your skin so tingly? It’s so cold, like an ice-cube. I want to keep touching you…”

You grabbed his shoulders and twisted him around, having him lean over the metal flusher. It wasn’t your first time by any means, but it was certainly your first with someone this trashed. You wondered if he’d even be able to keep his dick up or if the drugs even affected that. You fumbled with the jacket around his waist, his belt, and his zipper before finally pulling his pants down. You figured that you weren’t the first person to be frustrated at how much shit he had on.

It was quite the sight when you got a good look at his ass. It was definitely as toned as you had expected, but a little fattier than it looked on the outside. You put your hand around it and gave it a squeeze, not having much give. He had a nice ass. It made sense why it was so easy for him to slut around like this.

“You got lube?” you asked. “I’m gonna finger you, okay?”

“Jacket pocket,” he responded, barely hesitating.

Of course he had lube in his jacket pocket. You fished it out, avoiding the bags of pills. The bottle was almost empty, too. Lube crusted onto the side, it looked like he never bothered to even close the lid. Squeezing hard, some spat out onto your hand.

He seemed relaxed enough, so you started with one finger. You weren’t sure how often he had taken it up the ass.

“Haaanghn~”

The sound he made was rather lovely. Well, at least it seemed like he liked it.

“God, your dick feels so good~” he moaned into the room.

It was a single finger. You just came. What human would be able to get it up again that quickly?

Sighing, you inserted another finger. His insides were so loose. Clearly, he was comfortable enough to do something like this, clearly, he could have taken more if you were more prepared. He squeezed around you, as if he was caressing a dick, making sure that you felt good, making sure that his ass got as much friction as he possibly could around you. Everything felt like it was on fire, burning, melting, scorched around your fingers, overheating, overwhelmed by warm emotions.

When you pulled your fingers out a bit, you could hear him whine.

You slapped his ass, hard, and he half about choked up a lung. It was a good sound. He was making a lot of good sounds. A lot better than the washed away, thumping bass in the distance. It almost didn’t bother you anymore. If anything, it was a good beat to move your fingers in and out at.

You reached around to grab his dick, burning just like how the rest of his body was. How out of it was. How distracted he was getting. He was starting to bang his head to the music. You were worried he was going to smash it against the metal flushing valve.

Like a noodle in boiling water, you felt him start to go limp in your hand. Rinne still moaned, his ass still clenching around you. He groaned and warm liquid traced down your hand. You didn’t even wait till the smell hit you to shove him off.

His whole body slumped over the toilet, his hips pointed straight down at dinghy tap water. You could hear the stream of liquid pour out as he pissed himself.

You pinched your nose so you didn’t have to smell it.

“Yeah, that’s it, I think you’re done for tonight,” you said, wiping your hand on your pants.

“Aw, fuck,” he groaned out, his voice as sloppy as his body.

Reaching into your pocket, you took out an old receipt and wrote your number on it, letting it float down and land peacefully on his back. Sighing, you slammed the stall door behind you, groaning about the fact that you still had to find your friend.