#roseharted

[draceempressa]

I remember people were discussing if twst is not about the biblical seven deadly sins, but about the seven social sins. Well, look and behold, each chapter does represent the social sins. Note that not all of them are comitted by the g7 incarnate of the chapter themselves, but do lead to their overblot somehow.

Chapter 1: Politic without Principle

Riddle actively reminds people his policy of the absolute-ness of the law, that the law, even on the smallest detail, must not be crossed. However, Riddle lacks a principe he have for himself, for his strict lawful policy was something his mother taught him, but not what he learn for himself.

Chapter 2: Pleasure Without Conscience

Leona enjoys power greatly, be it about his power of being a prince, or as a dorm head, with little to no regard to his responsibility, overusing power with no caring of the drawback. And when Lilia reminding him about that conscience, he overblots.

Chapter 3: Commerce Without Morality

Pretty explanatory, we know Azul makes his trades without feeling any sorry for his victim and gives so little about moral, that ends up backfires on him that , he can keep absorbing other powers, just, the container is too small and it makes him go overblot.

Chapter 4: Wealth Without Work:

Now, the sin itself is done by Kalim in which it led to Jamil overblot. Kalim does minimally for all of his clan's wealth that includes Jamil's family as their servants for generations, that he seemingly can get so many with so little work, and this makes Jamil envies Kalim so much.

Chapter 5: Worship without sacrifice.

Another chapter where the sin is done not by the overblot. Rook, in his worship of beauty, refuses to call out vil even once until he overblot for he enjoys the beauty of vil's mental breakdown (he actually spelled it out himself) , and neither did he make it clear which he will chose, neige or vil, not wanting to lose either of them.

Chapter 6: Science Without Humanity

Again this chapter is pretty self explanatory, Idia certainly create the new Ortho with little to no regard to humanity, and even then, as much he supplies Ortho with his hardware, he often unintentionally ignors Ortho's humane, emotional needs like going out with him.

chapter 7: knowledge without character.

Malleus, being a fae, possessed more knowledge about magic than the entire mortal civilization, with no mature character to properly manage said knowledge (and his immense raw power to actually do the magic to boot) , that emotionally, he is but a child throwing tanturms when things didn't go his way, but with all the knowledge and power to twist (heh) the world to his desires.

[twistedhc]

Kinktober day 6

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Werning :(Male!reader)(spanking)(brushing)(established relationship)(problematic theming)(no actual sex)(implied molesting)

You and Riddle would often experiment in the bedroom(and sometimes out of it)your newest discovery being that your both rather into spanking.

And it paired well with the roleplay you two already liked doing, with one of your favorites being a perverted teacher punishing a naive student who didn't know better.

You asked if she would be comfortable doing it on camera for people to watch, you had a pretty lengthy conversation about it and what you two were okay doing.

Which is what led to this moment, with Riddle in a slightly to short school uniform and you in a shirt and tie, she was bent over a desk with the camera pointing at her back side, your hand lightly pushing on her back as you held a small paddle up to her.

"I'm going to give you ten with the paddle, and you're going to count each one understand?"

"Yes sir"

"then apologize for your bad behavior understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand"

You spoke in a soft voice, like when you would reassure her and ask if she were okay,

You then pull the paddle away from her before slamming it against her bottom, she lets out a small gasp, then counted out loud.

"one sir, I'm sorry for being disruptive in class"

You gently Pat at her with the paddle, before then delivering another slap to her ass, making her let out another small shout.

You spank her eight more times before flipping up her scort, pulling her tights and panties down to her knees, she squeaks slightly the, cold air going in-between her thighs, hitting her now wet entrance.

You line the paddle back up with her now lightly bruised back side.

"You're going to get fifteen this time, and they're going to be a lot harder okay?"

"*Sigh* yes sir"

You strike her again with the paddle, this time it making a sharp loud sound, Riddle whining at the pane of it.

"o-one sir, I'm sorry for being disruptive in class"

Her voice quivered slightly, her words sluring together slightly, she was likely going to start crying within the next few spanks, you continue the punishment, her voice becoming shaky and her cries from the pain getting louder.

"you have one more okay?"

"*sniffle* yes s-sirr *whine*"

She said as she wiped the tiers of her face, before gripping the desk again, her bottom was bright red with large dark bruises, lining the paddle up you pull back and forcefully slap it against your girlfriend's back side, making her yell out.

"*Aawe* fi-fifteen sir *huff* I-I'm sorry for.. being disruptive in class"

"That's good now Stand up. pull your tights and panties up"

"good girl, now I don't want to see you misbehaving again okay?"

"*Sniff* yes, sir"

[thetimeagent]

ancient twst doodles <3

[the-banana-0verlord]

WHY IS RIDDLE'S HAIR WHITE????

[psychicpoetrybeard]

Riddle Rosehearts and Ai Ohto could interact:

1. Initial misunderstandings: At first, Riddle and Ai might be unsure how to interact with each other due to their different backgrounds and personalities. They might accidentally say things that offend or confuse the other person. However, as they spend more time together, they start to realize that they have more in common than they thought.

2. Shared goals: Despite their differences, Riddle and Ai could come together because they share a common goal or problem to solve. For example, they might both be trying to stop an evil villain, prevent a catastrophe, or find a lost artifact. As they work together towards their shared objective, they build trust and respect for each other.

3. Complementary strengths: Riddle and Ai might have different strengths and weaknesses that complement each other. For instance, Riddle could be more analytical and strategic, while Ai might be more creative and intuitive. By working together, they could use their unique advantages to solve problems that they couldn't on their own.

4. Learning from each other: As Riddle and Ai spend time together, they might learn new things from each other. For example, Riddle could teach Ai about magic spells and potions, while Ai could show Riddle how to be more empathetic and considerate towards others. By learning from each other, they grow as individuals and become more effective as a team.

These are just a few possible ways that Riddle Rosehearts and Ai Ohto could interact. Ultimately, their relationship depends on the specific context of the story they are in and the choices made by the writers.

[linlinmoon]

"Look Of Love."

a/n : hi! just to note this isn't my best work as it is something i've done to crawl out of the deep pit of writer's block i'm currently suffering with so i suppose it is better than nothing 🙂‍↕️ i do appreciate if u suggest prompts in my ask box so i get the motivation to write and to write better 😻 enjoy!

🍰 : (they/them), fluff! riddle roseharts x reader.

The housewarden of Heartslabyul trudged his way back to his own dorm after dealing with miscellaneous events that wasn't even part of his agenda. His feet were practically dragging itself across the checkered tiles, his body so heavy he just wanted to do nothing but lay on his bed the whole entire evening after. 

It was one of the things left unsaid when being a housewarden, that you'd also have to be the one to pick up after the people who are more careless with following the rules and laws of the dorm. 

He couldn't let those things slide of course, yet fortunately he was a bit more considerate than before. After the overblot incident, he had become more lenient with certain rules, although it didn't mean that he'd let things slide way too often. 

And finally after a day of housewarden duties homework, and a lot of spellcasting on rulebreakers. He had arrived at the front of his dorm. Thank the Seven.

He opens the door to see them currently studying on the desk, the only other person that would make him feel like not everything has to be perfect all the time. The person that reminded him it was okay that his files didn't have to always be in proper order or the colors of his pens weren't in sequence according to their shades. Through them, it's also how he learned to be more expressive with how he feels and is in the process of learning how to do so in a proper manner, to  avoid any pent up negativity that would possibly bottle up inside of him.

Perhaps he was even more than lenient with them when it came to the laws of the dorm, though he'd say that it had just slipped his mind.

Definitely wasn't favoritism. ( Of course it was, he just wouldn't say it out loud )

“Ah, good evening. You're back later than usual.” they smiled, the corners of their lips tugging at their cheeks. They had taken his hands in theirs, slowly intertwining their fingers with each other's.

“Mm. Got held back a little.” he spoke, visibly exhausted. 

“Want to talk about it?”

“Please. It would truly help to let it out.”

They get up from their seat and had sat themself down at the bed and had laid on their back, pulling the housewarden down with their movement. After a few moments of comfortable silence, they shift to lay on their stomach to fix their eyes on the redhead who was to talk about the day they've had.

Riddle had rested his eyes before looking back up at their partner, giving them a knowing look to subconsciously ask them if it was alright to rant and let out whatever he could about what had happened through out his day. 

“Go on, I'm listening.” they assure, nodding a little as a signal for him to begin

“My day was usual, but it was a rather hectic with the sudden things that would come up out of nowhere, completely unannounced. As always, there would be atleast a number of students who are careless to forget certain rules. The assigned students had forgotten to wear pink when taking care of the flamingos today, they should know that by now. It's just once every week, how hard it is to remember..”

He continues on and on for awhile shifting their positions as their limbs entangle with one another. His head had rested on their chest as they ran their fingers through his hair. Eyes half lidded as they continued to listen, now just noticing this is the most he's ranted in awhile. 

They weren't complaining though, they "were" listening or they supposed to be but they couldn't help but stare while he just spoke. The way his lips would move when he pronounced certain words differently, the way how his brows would furrow when he talked about some event that irritated him or the way his eyes would shift from them then towards the ceiling as he recalled about thing that happened. Overall entranced by how... pretty, he looked when he spoke.

Riddle had noticed that they seemed to be just hum and nod in agreement at a certain pace, as if they were on autopilot or something. Noticing the way they looked at him, the way they only blinked or glanced elsewhere only if it was necessary.

“Are you listening?”

“Mhm.. huh?”

“I think you've just been staring the entire time.”

“No no no.. I was listening I promise. The doormouse had jam spread on it's nose, the herbal tea is better than any other and-”

“That's not.. Oh, you're impossible.” he stifles a laugh, playfully hitting their chest. They had moved closer to his embrace and laughed along with him. 

The sweet melodic sound of their voice rung in his ear, tinting his ears pink.  He could listen to them laugh over and over again like a broke vinyl. 

He had moved his hand onto theirs before making its way to their cheeks, holding their face in place to admire the way their features complimented one another. Riddle would be completely lying if he said he didn't like the way they would look at him, how could he? They looked at him as if he was the only one he could see, the only one in this world. Their gaze so full of love that it was overflowing, all the love that the world could hold in those eyes. And they were his, all his. They were his world, and he was theirs.  

“Sorry I can't help but stare. But I swear I listened.. to the first half I suppose.”

“Not to worry. I'd be happy to tell you all about it over and over again.”

“You would?”

“Mhm.. For you, I'd do it over and over again.”

[riostwsty]

>> "love comes from the most unexpected of places" <<

Summary: animals can lift up spirits with such ease when one's feeling down, don't you think? After an accident with shape shifting magic, some of the students found themselves transformed into the cutest little creatures, and unbeknownst to you, attemped to use that form to brighten a particularly cloudy day by your side

Key words:  headcanons; fluff; romance; g/n reader (they/them, you/yours); relationship not established; reader not explicitly Yuu/MC; accidentally became a princess and the frog plot trope

Characters: Riddle, Jack, Jamil - x reader (separately)

CWs: animals mentioned include hedgehogs, dogs and cats!

>> Riddle Rosehearts, as one anxious hedgehog [900+ words]

- he knew pairing up with Floyd for potions class was a grave mistake of professor Crewel's. "No need to worry Mr Roseharts" he said. "This exercise is far too simple to have any sort of complications occur" he said...

- and well, now Riddle was being chased by an overly enthusiastic Floyd Leech. An even taller version of the twin, as you see, it appeared to not be enough for the cruel universe to make the potion's effects turn Riddle smaller, no. It had to transform him into a itty bitty tiny hedgehog, of all creatures, and a super cute one at that. So cute in fact, his lab partner couldn't resist the urge to tease it, or rather, threaten to squeeze the hell out of such an adorable pet.

- Riddle surprised himself on how fast those tiny legs could carry him. Running through corridors, rolling down stairs and dodging steps of unaware passing students until Floyd was left too far behind, out of his sight.

- In the courtyard, hedgehog Riddle frantically spun around, seeking for a good hiding spot, but instead found something much more curious. A certain student he knew too well, or so he thought, because no matter how much time he had spent admiring them from afar, he never before had witnessed them crying as they were at that moment.

- You sat there, under a tree's shade, hoping no one would approach, fearing the tears and hiccups would only worsen with concerned looks and curious questionnaire. And Riddle feared too, to chose between simply walking away, pretending not to see his beloved's suffering; or choosing to approach, but not being able to comfort them in any helpful way.

- But he had a realization. He didn't have to talk. Where words lacked, another option could come to play. And in that hedgehog form, coincidentally, was perfect for such a task.

- You felt a sudden gentle bump on your ankle, looking down, you were surprised to see a spiky red colored creature studying you back. Strange. These little guys were supposed to be at Heartslabyul's care. How in the world did it get in the school's courtyard?

- a weak giggle was all you could muster as a greeting to the hedgehog, standing a hand for it to climb, and petting it the way Heartslabyul's dorm leader had taught you before.

- —"Riddle must be worried sick about you. He always notices when someone is missing."— you said, unaware the boy in question was now resting at the palm of your hand. —"I can get us back home, how does that sound?"—

- He squeaked in response, and still getting used to the hedgehog legs, climbed your arm all the way up your shoulder. Doing his best to communicate worry without words, pressed the tip of his nose tracing where the tears had fallen. —"what? I'm fine, really!"— you simply replied.

- If Riddle could pout he would. Even to a hedgehog you lied about your feelings. He expected you to open up with a creature who wouldn't judge, much less understand a word you said, but apparently he had to put up a fight to get any results on that.

- the walk went quietly until you both reached the hall of mirrors, where the dorm leader had grown impatient, jumping from the safe spot by your shoulder to the cold marble floors, running and slipping side to side as he reached Heartslabyul's respective mirror, and jumped through it without warning.

- you followed behind with urgency. It's dangerous to be so tiny, roaming around all alone! Catching quick glances of the red colored spikes just before turning around the corners, the chase eventually led you to the parts of the garden where all dormitory pets resided.

- Before you could reach for the runaway creature, a horde of other colorful ones approached all at once, clinging to your shoes, happily circling around as if greeting a beloved visitor. The light nibbling of the hedgehogs tickled, and you crouched down to return the greetings. Though, the energy of your companions was so high you felt obligated to eventually sit down to properly enjoy the playtime altogether.

- It was a dispute to who was going to take a place on your lap, spiky friends playfully pushing one another or climbing over eachother's heads, all for a moment of your attention. It's difficult not to smile amongst such cute bantering, and just like that, the sad tears fallen from earlier that day were long forgotten, back under the shade of the courtyard's tree.

- One particular creature managed to climb all the way up your arms, resting on the same spot on your shoulder that it was before, the red colored urchin snuffled near your ear to call for your attention.

- —"was it you who called all your friends to play? Them seem unusually enthusiastic!"— you laughed, holding him close to your face —"you just made my day. Thank you little one, I needed that"—

- Riddle has never been so close to you as he now was in animal form, curiously, he even began to think the shape-shifting potion incident didn't feel as bad as he thought it would, after all. It isn't an everyday occurrence his crush would hold him so dearly as they were at that moment.

- "They don't even know it's me" he thought. And for a blissful moment he gave in, leaned closer, pressing a quick kiss or rather, the closest he could make from one in that form, before a sparkling magical cloud suddenly took over the place with a "poof!"

—"what..... RIDDLE?"—

>> Jack Howl, as one fluffy little dog [1.2k+ words]

- Yeah, Jack's already a wolf beastman. His unique magic allows him to fully transform at will. Shape shifting magic was no unusual experience, but the problem here lies on the fact that after drinking that potion, he found himself not being able to change back on command, and to make matters worse, he was no wolf. He was a white furred pomeranian.

- Ace had been laughing nonstop for about five minutes straight after the potion had its quick effect. Every once in a while he would manage to hardly breathe in and exclaim one of his meticulous and very helpful observations, varying along the lines of "DUDE NO WAY" or "YOU'RE JUST LIKE MY GRANDMA'S DOG??", and believe it or not, Jack have had enough by the time this second comment left his lab partner's mouth.

- Epel took responsability and offered him a stay on pomefiore for the time being, to keep an eye on him, while Ace looked for a viable solution with a now furious professor Crewel.

- Simply put, Jack had a significant rise in popularity during his short time stay at pomefiore. A giant wolf might not have been the dorm's favorite animal, but a petite walking furball? It was much more like them. Though Epel made sure every single witness would promise not share a word with their dorm leader, as to not risk getting scolded or having Jack quicked out all by himself in such form.

- It was amogst the tumultuous gathering of students that the pomeranian heard a familiar set of footsteps approaching from far away, along with a voice that never failed from making his heart skip a beat. Epel seemed to notice too, and widened his eyes. —"Is that [name] I hear? ...but if they're here they must be accompanied by-!"—

- The lilac haired boy let go of the small dog, and quickly gestured for him to run and hide before Vil suspected of his presence. And run he did. Making sure to avoid getting stomped by passersby students, until he reached the flawlessly trimmed backyard gardens of pomefiore. With plenty of spots to hide and no company around, Jack made himself comfortable in one of the gazebo's chairs, planning on staying still, unbothered, until Ace would get back soon enough with an antidote.

- Though it did not take long enough for his peace to get disturbed once more. —"Hey buddy! What are you doing here?"— a voice spoke from behind him.

- Jack jumped in place, startled, provoking a short giggle from the one who called, you, who smiled oh so softly at his adorable new form. But how could you not? Besides Grim, such cute creatures were not often seen wandering around school grounds. Jack's current presentation was an unusual but very welcomed break from the ordinary NRC life. Although the wolf himself couldn't disagree more. To even look like that was too much of an embarrassing thought. However, in a more positive note, at least his crush didn't know it was him the pomeranian in question!

- —"You think I haven't seen you running away from me and Vil?"— you asked, extending a hand near Jack's nose as a way to say hello —"Don't worry, I won't let him kick you out of the dorm. Somebody needs to take care of you, after all. Do you have an owner?"—

- His ears twitched in response. Your tone was so gentle, he began to wonder if he should keep up with the pet dog act just for a liiittle while longer. It certainly did not feel bad to have his crush's attention solely on him for once, and in this train of thought, he leaned closer to your offered hand to greet you back.

- In a matter of minutes, you and puppy Jack had turned best pals for the very second time in your NRC lives. Playing around the garden until the sun began to set, no one came to bother or to take the fluffy intruder away. Seemed like Ace was having a hard time trying to find a cure, but again, staying in this form for just some moments more certainly wouldn't hurt, right?

- You asked for a second to rest on a nearby bench, and Jack followed behind, sitting by your side with his tail wagging frantically as you two admired the golden hues of the sunset rays. A moment of silence turned into minutes, that turned into what felt like an hour. The sky turned dark and stars began to shine through the clouds. Pomeranian Jack tried to start a conversation topic but only letting out a whimper instead, immediately catching your attention back to him. You sighed. —"you appeared just in the right time, you know? I needed this break from my responsibilities"— you pat his head in thanks, and he eyed you in curiosity.

- Your expression seemed lonely this time, almost distant as you gazed up the crescent moon. He then finally noticed, by looking more attentively into your features, there was a distinguishable layer of concealer covering some unusual dark circles under your eyes. You looked tired. Not from the time you spent playing together that evening, no... something else. Jack traced back that day's events. You were almost never wandering around pomefiore, let alone with Vil of all people. Was the makeup perhaps courtesy of the dorm leader's? You seemed to be wearing products that strangely resembled his, after all.

- Upon noticing your companion's curious and concerned stare, you smiled and as if reading his mind, explained —"Vil seemed worried about me too, that's how I got here."— you chuckled lightly at the situation, a bit funny how a lost puppy got you to open up about your feelings so easily —" it's nothing serious. Just so many things happening lately... it was draining my energy out"—

- Without many ideas on how to comfort you without words, Jack rested his head on your lap with a soft sigh. He then felt a hand on top of his head again, followed by a stifled laugh: —"But it doesn't matter now. I made a new friend today! So thanks for that.."—

- He looked up as you leaned in closer, playfully blowing a kiss from a distance. But that little action was enough to make him panic flustered beyond words. So much so that he incidentally got up too fast and suddenly enough to bump the top of his head into your face, right near your lips. A glittery magical cloud emerged with a "poof!"

- Meanwhile Vil, who was watching the garden by the far away window, nearly choked on his tea with the sight of Jack transforming back into his original form, appearing out of nowhere from that cloud, just to fall on top of a very confused and startled you.

- —"See, Vil? I told you! It was Jack all along!"— Epel beamed by the dorm leader's side, but only getting an exasperated sigh from him in return:

- —"Regardless. You and your little friends still got some explaining to do."— he got up from his seat, heading to the garden's main gates —"And tell that Trappola boy he's going to help you clean all the dog fur from the lounge's coutch today still"—

>> Jamil Viper, as the meanest cat ever [1.4k+ words]

- Jamil was convinced he'd had to wait a million years before he could ever catch a break from easily avoidable, headache-inducing misfortunes taken place on that cursed magical college.

- —"Aw, come on! Don't look at me like that... It could have been much, much worse than this"— scarabia's dorm leader flashed an apologetic smile, as if it was going to fix the shape shifting problem at hand. —"Not saying this scenario is particularly good, but- I mean, what if you were to become a snake instead? I'd lose sight of you in no time and you could be taken away by a hungry bird! Oh, I don't mean to say you'd become a snake specifically because of your original appearance or personality or past actions or morals or-"—

- The black furred feline could only roll his eyes at the incessant rambling of his housewarden. If Jamil could talk, he'd interrupt Kalim before he'd burst out more painfully honest and indirect call outs aimed at him, that the oblivious boy would surely regret from letting out once he realized that maybe, some truths were best kept inside his head. But that's what usually happens anyway. Jamil was too sick and tired at that point to feel offended by them at all.

- But oh well. Simply another nuisance to get on his way of boring daily tasks. Nothing that haven't already happened before. It's just that being transformed into a cat was a more extreme case, and he wasn't so sure of how to even work on "babysitting" duties with paws intead of hands. Kalim took notice, and offered himself to spend the day with the alchemy professor until he found a viable solution to the problem. Jamil only nodded in boredom as the housewarden turned to rambling all distracted again, this time with a very much annoyed professor Crewel.

- As that went on in the backgroud, something suddenly caught the vice housewarden's attention from outside of the classroom: a desperate Ace Trappola walking in anxious circles around the corridor, staring at the floor below his feet, and mumbling something under his breath that only the sensitive ears of a cat could clearly pick up on: apparently you have gone missing. And it visibly made the first year unspeakably worried.

- Jamil approached Ace, careful enough not to be stomped by him unaware. The red haired boy only took a half glance at his direction, and let out a stressed grunt: —"Not now, Grim. I'm trying to think where to look for [name]. Please don't bother if all you're gonna do is ask for tuna!"— the red haired sat by the corridor's bench in defeat —"Was it something I said? Probably was. They wouldn't be avoiding me otherwise..."—

- Quickly the feline made sense of the situation, and annoyed, agressively tapped him on the ankle as a way to say "idiot" , getting a startled "HEY!" from the boy in response, and then immediatelly took off to search for his misssing friend. Yes, you spent a lot of time with the rest of the first years, but Jamil knew you better than anyone else around. He already had an idea of where you could have possibly ran off to.

- And surely enough, there you were. In one of the less frequented classrooms in school grounds, hidden comfortably in the corner where no one could bother, or even see you at first glance. A nice place to stay for some alone time.

- However, before stepping in and calling for your attetion, he hesitated. Jamil had been so irritated over the possibility of Ace upsetting you, he hadn't even considered maybe all you needed at that moment was to be given some space to breathe. A pang of guilt hit him right away. What was he thinking? Assuming he could comfort you at any given situation just like that? he wished that was even a possibility.

- As a servant, he had the skills and knowledge to do almost anything his work could ever ask of him. Nothing was too much of a challenge, he always solved eventual difficulties in one way or another. But adding his secret crush to the equation was a recipe to near disaster, at least in his head. A hundred possibilities ran through him, none of which he was minimally satisfied with, and it was scary. Scary to think his near perfect problem solving skills were finally failing to meet expectations, no less expectations from the only person he truly, deeply cared about, not due to obligation this time, but to the only thing in his life that strayed away from such word.

- "If I have nothing helpful to say, better not even try" he thought to himself, and turned on his heels to leave, mentally frowing over this unwelcomed feeling of weakness taking over any last bit of logical thinking he still held at that point. But not until he heard a "hello? who's there?" coming from you that he figuratively slapped himself in the face. He got too caught up in uncertainty. It was too late to run away.

- The cat meowed from behind the desk, and you widened your eyes upon hearing it. Grim doesn't meow. What in the world was a kitty doing inside the classroom? Maybe it was professor Trein's pet companion? But when it showed up from its hiding spot, you could tell it was a cat of an unfamiliar appearance. It blinked at you and you blinked at him, both unsure of what to do at that moment.

- —"kitty.."— you mumbled in awe, face lighting up in interest. You silently extended a hand on its direction, waiting patiently for the creature to approach.

- "So they like cats, huh?" Jamil wondered for a few seconds before taking the risky decision to approach, placing his head under your offered palm, and watched your eyes sparkle in glee "they don't know it's me anyway. what harm could this do?"

- The silent classroom was now filled with light laughter. In that form, anything Jamil did earned a fit of giggles from you. He was just too cute! And to be fair, usually stray cats weren't nearly half as caring or approachable as he was being, so having one so cuddly play with the cloth of your uniform and constantly ask for more caressing was almost the best thing to ever happen to you in that school.

- The vice housewarden couldn't lie, he enjoyed all the attention he was getting from you, and better yet the fact of how easy his goal of cheering you up really had been, even if all he could provide was a mere passing distraction from your actual troubles. At least you were smiling, genuinely.

- —"cats are good at reading people's energies, or so I've heard."— you spoke up, taking the purring furball in your arms —"is this how you found me?"—

- Jamil slowy closed his eyes as a response, and you took it as a yes, smiling brigthly in return —"thank you"—

- But as all good things do, they tend to pass in a blink of an eye. The room's door slammed open, making both of you jump in place, the feline huddled closer to your arms with his ears down and fur standing up at the sight of the people who came into view. Ace and Kalim. The last people on earth he'd want to see ruining that moment between you two.

- —"There he is!"— the first year shouted, pointing at the cat, and then later widening his eyes in realization of who was holding it. —"and [name]... man, I've been looking everywhere for you! why did you--"—

- Jamil hissed as the two boys approached, and tried to back away as much as he could from Kalim's hands, desperately wanting to hide in your arms and getting back to being alone with you again. There wasn't much space left to withdraw though, in the corner of the room, Jamil drew back until he accidentally went head first into yours, and then a thick magical mist quickly took over the scene, blocking everyone's sight for a moment before the clouds dispersed enough to reveal Jamil back into his original form, sitting on your lap, hugging you tighly with a furious expression aimed at the intruders. He opened his mouth expecting a hiss or meow to come out of it, but instead was surprised with his own voice blurting an "Ah--"

- He could feel the heat rising up to his face, and for a moment he wished Kalim would drop another shape shifting potion to get him back into a form he could so freely ask for your hugs without any judgement or flustered overthinking.

[writing-heiress]

Persona 5 AU: Heartslaybul

RIDDLE ROSEHARTS

Code Name: Thorn

Arcana: Justice

Personas: Mary Tudor, Dulluhan, Ma’at

Melee Weapon: Scythe

Ranged Weapon: Revolver

TREY CLOVER

Code Name: Luck

Arcana: Temperence

Personas: Mad Hatter, Valentine, Gabriel

Melee Weapon: Hatchet

Ranged Weapon: Sniper Rifle

CATER DIAMOND

Code Name: Jewel

Arcana: The Hanged Man

Personas: Judas, Barbatos, Odysseus

Melee Weapon: Hammer/Mallet

Ranged Weapon: Grenade Launcher

ACE TRAPPOLA

Code Name: Knave

Arcana: The Magician

Personas: Lancelot, Prometheus, Sun Wukong

Melee Weapon: Throwing Knives

Ranged Weapon: Shotgun

DEUCE SPADE

Code Name: Breaker

Arcana: The Chariot

Personas: Dante, Theseus, Uriel

Melee Weapon: Spiked Bat/Club

Ranged Weapon: Assault Rifle

AU based/inspired by this

Masterlist

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[kaihoomem]

RIDDLE IN THE FORM OF A MERFOLK??

I think it would look something like this? Imagine just the reaction of the Octavians:

Azul would obviously be skeptical about this form, and perhaps partly quite, realizing that without a contract the problem could not be solved and Riddle would have to turn to him anyway. This judgment is relevant given the fact that there is a quiet competition and rivalry in various cases between Roseharts and Ashengrotto.

Jade has no contradictions and no clear relationship with Riddle. He would probably just not care about the condition of the headman of the Harstlabule, rather than care about him. What will help their commandant's business becomes significant and accepted for consideration. Perhaps he would have been morally happy for his brother: to whom, but to the second, this entertainment would bring.

The statement of the alleged reactions of the Octavians:

Floyd.. Yes, he would be more than happy. Based on the canon, the Lich would not have retreated to it for more than a fraction of a second, noticing such a transformation. Separately: he would do everything possible to keep the "little goldfish" to himself. Floriddle fans will obviously treat headcannons like Merfolk with taste.

The proposed reaction of the Octavians:

Azul and Jade:..

Floyd: Goldfish, you're not going back to the Heartslabule anymore..

[dilatorywriting]

I have come to pour some Monsters & Mayhem Rook brainrot in your inbox. Hope that's okay!

Rook is a freelance bounty hunter who most people find deeply unsettling. He never accepts payment, only picks up specific targets which interest him, and never fails his mission. It doesn't matter if the target hasn't been sighted in two years, after 3 days of taking the request, Root is at the commissioner's house at 3am (the witching hour) on the dot, a large, bloodied burlap sack behind him, and a heart in his left hand as the obligatory proof of death. He offers to show the corpse as well (waving at the sack behind him) if they wish, but no-one ever takes him up on the offer. What with his polished smile that lacks any warmth and his green gaze that seems to be looking into your very soul. The bloodstains on his clothes and his uncanny ability to pick up on the very thought that happens to be crossing your mind at that moment does not help matters either.

In truth, Rook is a Reaper. At least, this is what the MC comes to suspect. MC is runs a bakery in the village - something they come to regret on a daily basis because being a baker means waking up at 4am so you can start the ovens by 5am and begin your prep for the day. But MC likes making pasteries, truly, and it was between this or their parents marrying them off to that stuck up noble in the next town over who only really wanted someone to make him strawberry tarts day in and day out.

The first time MC meets Rook is when they're shuffling around on the shop floor at 4:30am, arranging some of yesterdays leftover treats that had been stored in the ice box, when they become suddenly aware that someone is at the window, watching them. They turn and there is Rook, plastered on the window watching with such rapt fascination. Perhaps MC should have had a more adverse reaction, considering the time, and the bloodstains on his clothes, and such, but it was too early for that. Instead, they crack open the door and offer him a small tart to say "please promptly leave - you're getting smudges on the glass". The way Rook starts marvelling at it like he's never seen one before, and especialy when he inists on MC eating a bite first "to show how one might savour them", starts to raise suspicions that he might not be human. He starts dropping by every morning at the same ungodly hour, and asks for pasteries in exchange for whatever strange (and rare) ingredient he's picked up, and MC even lets him inside to eat them. There's something endering in the way he can wax poetic about a piece of carrot cake.

Through general gossip from the mouths of customers, and Rook's own monologies, MC does piece together that yes, Rook is that bounty hunter, and that yes, he's most likely some sort of Reaper. He's a hunter by profession, and his last name is Hunt for gods sake, and he talks about tracking people down by "the light of one's soul" and whatnot. But MC remains largely unbothered. Rook may be strange, unhinged, and probably not human, but he's also oddly sweet. He's interesting to listen to, and it's refreshing to have a conversation with someone who isn't looking down their nose at you for being unmarried at your age.

Speaking of which, as rumors start to go around about that bounty hunter visting your bakery, another proposal from the tart-loving noble ends up on your doorstep. Except it's less of a proposal and more of a "the agreement between Duchess Roseharts and the family head, concerning the union between you and Riddle Roseharts, has been reached. This is a curstesy call for any last objections, before final arrangements are made. Only objections with a basis in the kingdom's law will be considered".

And so, because you've never been very good at making up lies, and because Rook seems to scare everyone, and because Rook has, technically, proposed to you before (many times, which you never took seriously, in his long winded speeches of praise about your baking), you write in response: I object to this union, on the basis that I have already accepted a marriage proposal from Rook Hunt.

Chaos then ensues.

Ooooh this is top-tier brain rot indeed. Reaper Rook? I'm here for it. Also, like, I just recently watched the new Puss in Boots movies and like, THAT sort of reaper? That kind of death? And Rook having that sort of presence and terror factor?

But oh my goodness, this is all marvelous. I love Rook and his oddities so much, and he's been slipping more and more into all the other character's lil stories. But ahhh, Reaper!Rook, Reaper!Rook... You sound very lovely. Excuse my while I go brain rot over this

[snakegorl212006]

Heartslabyul Journal Entries

-----Ace Trappola---------------------------------

-some what of a minor ghost within the wing

-sam said that him and his buddy deuce were gambling addicts who play with each other often before becoming servants under the Roseheart family 

-one thing led to another and both ended up being beheaded by unknown means 

-Even in death his favorite spot is the game room. 

-him and grim don’t hit off well but seemed to be stuck together sometimes,along with deuce 

-sometimes i could see him chasing grim around the rose gardens which is funny to say the least

-trying to impress me with magic skills multiple times 

-he says his brother taught him this before he passed 

-his nice if you excuse the scare pranks 

-sometimes he’s oddly touchy….

-ace’s behavior is much worse around visitors

-long story short, I invited a friend over to the wing only to be bombarded with pranks while my back was turned. 

-I had to scold him this time and he’s still yet to apologize

-is there a way where i could slap a ghost 😤

--------Deuce Spades------------------------

-not the brightest but has heart

-like ace he was beheaded by unknown means 

-though sam assumes it might be a gang around the time

-”must have won against the wrong crowd which cost them both” he says 

-very pretty eyes 

-i mentioned to him once and he became fully visitable like some energy spike 

-in return i felt so sleepy

- dumb but a gentleman at heart 

-i asked him about his demise but he wished to forget about it 

-ace then spilled the beans that deuce was a delinquent in life which caused a small fight between them

-one things for certain, he talks highly about his mom

-sam says some ghost can cross over or move on is because of regret or unfinished business 

-With that said, deuce mentioned that his mom grew sick which drew him into gambling and meeting ace and then joining lord rosehart.

-he hasn't elaborated after that 

-sometimes he’s oddly sweet like he’s stepping around glass around me 

-him and ace act similarly around visitors

- he doesn't do much but my friend keeps complaining how unwelcomed they felt throughout the experience 

----Cater diamond------------------------------

-communication with him was harder than expected 

-it wasn't that he couldn't be found it’s just that for a while he only communicates and appears in photos 

-i don’t want a crap ton of photos on my phone of him so i had to rely on the polaroid which meant a lot of trips to buy film 

-after a while he just appeared to me with no camera and just began a conversation. 

-he’s very talkative and explains he had no one to talk to other then the ghost here

-he likes to take photos or capture a image of people, hinting his artistic skills. 

-he was a runaway who was brought into the roseheart household for his artistic skills and photographic memory when it comes to people’s images so he explains 

-sam said his death was ruled a suidside but was changed to murder 

-i mentioned this to cater who didn’t take it to well 

-he began ranting about backstabbing and betraly

-i never brought it up again for it might be too deep in the rabbithole

-”every painting here was made by me. I put my heart in each one of them” 

-i found it impressive so i asked if it was the same in my picture 

-”I add a soul in that one” he replies which spooked me a little

-i also have to say he’s freezing to the touch

-he hugged me once and now I have to wear at least a jacket when contacting him. 

----Trey clover------------------------

-I knew he was a baker in life that pastroy said everything  

-i asked for the recipe but he just chuckled and dismissed it

-he’s super nice and he like to communicate through flower sometimes 

-i asked him how does he bake when he’s dead and he said that it takes a lot of energy 

-once time i saw him in the process of making something and he was fully solid i could even poke him

-Sam mechoned that the wing was burned at once point in time and he was a victim of the burning at the time 

-i asked trey if he knew what started the fire and he explains that there was a murder 

-i assume it’s something to to with cater so i never bought it up again

-he mentioned that him and riddle where close as kids so it was part of the reason he worked here “willingly” he says 

-i asked what he meant by “Willingly” and he explains that the lady of the house was psycho and controlling

-behavior wise he’s definitely the most tamed in the house 

-he acts rather normal around others too so it wasn't a huge issue around him

-----------Riddle Roseheart---------------------------

-the ringleader and definitely the most mild in terms of appearance 

-he always seems to wear some sort of rose 

-he also smells of roses so it’s part of the reason how i could find him so quickly

-getting to know him was hard sense he prefers not to speak much unless ace or deuce breaks some sort of rule 

- i did a dumb test when I had drunk the wrong tea after a meal and he didn’t even bat a eye

-I ate hamburgers on Tuesday and bro didn’t even care

-I stopped the test after that as I don’t want to know what could set him off

-based off everyone he’s very hot tempered which can mess up his rationality 

-i asked about his story to sam and apparently the whole reason why they’re not alive is because of his mother

-”strives for perfection even amongst the people her son is around. Even when she lives far away” 

-the mother got away with it up until her death where a diary revealed her intentions logs and plans 

-I never brought this up to riddle in fear he would react explosively. 

-tea parties are a must for him and he’s very adamant on unbirthday parties even though it’s just the 6 of us 

-well I oblige when I can sense I don’t want to know what happens if i miss one

[tankymama]

Had the urge to draw something gay and wholesome so I drew my other OC in the Resident Lover universe giving some flowers to her gf lol

The characters in here are just my two Resident Lover OCs, Angela Alderyn and Orchid Rosehart <3

[vink-spade15]

♡ Vinkspade's Masterlist ♡

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♡Twisted Wonderland♡

Sebek x Jack incorrect quotes pt 1

Sebek x Jack incorrect quotes pt2

Sebek x Jack incorrect quotes pt3

Peridot Sebek x Gem! Reader

♡Houseki No Kuni♡

Bortz x Riddle Rosehart! Reader

♡Ever After High♡

Daring charming as your boyfriend

Yandere Daring charming x reader

♡Black Butler♡

Prefect4 + Clayton and Cheslock incorrect quotes

Cookie run kingdom/ovenbreak

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♡Obey me♡

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♡Big top burger♡

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♡Mr Villain's day off♡

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♡Villain Recruiters♡

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♡Demon slayer♡

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[panderp123]

Warhammer & D&D Elves 🧝‍♂️

Commission by @kodoukat

Meet my two newest boy elves

Ashla Hael’estal my High Elf, Wizard & Thorne Rosehart 🌹✨a dark elf who has two variants for WH & D&D.

Druchii (Sorcerer) & Drow (Arcane Trickster).

Ashla

Ashla is a High Elf but can’t stand social interactions or gatherings. He prefers to escape to his books and study the world of magic. Specifically herbology but knows a lot of other types or magic.

Thorne

Thorne is a very flirty Drow who specialises as a Arcane Trickster. He was raised with a travelling circus group & carnies so he’s been taught how to pickpocket, stealth along with many other handy spells. (more to come)

Thorne’s voice claim ⬇️

[requiemofalice]

Some designs for the teachers + dean!

From top left is the wonderful and yet intimidating dean, the aunt of Tatianna Rosehart, otherwise known as the dean of Rosehart academy, Gloria Rosehart! Her earring is the school emblem which is also the crest of the royal family.

Top right is a familiar face, our adorably sleepy math teacher, Doris Maribelle. Her sweet mouse ears pair so well with her sleepy eyes.

Bottom left is Agnes Pasdedeux! The ballet teacher and dorm leader. Her qualities are based off the Duchess from Alice in Wonderland and the ballet teacher from Princess Tutu!

Bottom right is Sandra Dee, the art teacher! A bit of an airhead, but one of the most friendly and creative teachers at Rosehart Academy!

I found them all excellent examples and ways to reach myself to try and draw older women. Obviously they’re not all the same age.

[cybershadow]

What if Cyber ended up working for the city?

Buzzing wires and robotic prototypes fill the department's floor along with diagrams of detailed blueprints. There's soft music playing amidst the chaos as an intern walks to the main office on the floor.

"Alyssa?" A small knock before stepping inside, always alert her when someone's at the door. Her only rule. "Dr. Rosehart is asking if those blueprints and codes are ready for firing?"

Alyssa wheels her chair over with a large paper notebook, clearly worn and littered with sticky notes. The new PhD candidate motors through all the work given to her for research and practice. She adjusts her weight to crouch in her chair before remembering to sit properly.

"Done this week, and next week's. Oh, I also completely rewrote IT's firewalls because I was bored, that's in there too. Bill really should just let me take on that whole department as a case study. I wonder if I could cross disciplines for my dissertation--"

The intern raises a hand and Alyssa quiets down. A crossover from re-education, checking in on her frequently with her known history of rebellion. It's been six years now and Alyssa hasn't shown sign of defecting thanks to a few memory wipes and the long list of medications. The intern smiles at her before sliding her a cup of medication. "Late on the ADHD pills, are we?"

"I just get excited about this stuff. It's why I went into engineering instead of computer science. Why just study it when I can just build it and work it myself?" Alyssa takes the medication and shifts again, rolling her chair back to the board she's working on. A weapon in early design stages. It feels familiar but she can't quite place it, must be an early memory from building with her mother.