#scepter hall institute

[rosietrace]

Girlies with twst fanschools/fandorms I wanna ask

How does one name a fandorm without being lazy about it 🧍‍♀️ I'm in need of assistance

[jasdiary]

“Oh goodness! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there! Here, let me help you up raindrop.”

Full Name : Watatsumi Mistee Kiyomizu

Nicknames : Tsumi(Everyone + Ambrosia at times), Mist, Sweet Water(Ivy @starry-night-rose ), Sugar(Ivy), Water Angel(Meryl @rosietrace )

Jp Va : Kawasumi Ayako

En Va : Judy Alice Lee

Age : ???(17 physically and in human years!)

Height : 171 cm (5’7)

Homeland : Kingdom of Marine

Birthday : June 23 5/23

Zodiac Sign : Cancer

Species : Water Fae

Hair Color : Navy Blue

Eye Color : Pacific Blue

Gender : Female (She/Her mostly but They/Them is also fine!)

Sexuality : Bisexual(preference for women)

Family : Nahla Kiyomizu(Caretaker), Harbor Kiyomizu(Adoptive sister)

Occupation : Student at Scepter Hall Institute

Twisted From : Silvermist from the Tinkerbell Movies

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School Information

Dorm : Eauxclaires

School Year : Sophmore (Second)

Class : 2-A

Best Subject : Water Dancing

Worst Class : Geometry

Club : Water Dance Club

Dominant Hand : Left

Favorite Food : Watermelon salad

Least Favorite Food : Samyang Spicy Noodles

Likes : Water lilies, Rainy days, Collecting dewdrops, Spending time with everyone, Taking walks on the lakes, gossip

Dislikes : Loud noises, Humid days, Fighting, Being belittled, Being forever alone

Hobbies : Dancing, Singing(only to certain people), Teaching fish to swim, Adding dewdrops onto things, Playing with water, Designing her outfits

Personality : Watatsumi is truly liked and enjoyed by everyone! She’s sweet, soft-spoken, gentle and positive! Unfortunately, she’s a little…offbeat. She has her moments where her head is just completely in space, and she comes off as strange to many. Watatsumi’s always willing to help and believe in you. If you ever feel down and need a hug, Watatsumi’s your girl.

Unique Magic : Raindrop Dewdrop

“Why don’t I show you a little water fairy humor? Raindrop Dewdrop!”

Watatsumi can manipulate any kind of water into a dewdrop and it can mold into anything she thinks about. This includes living beings. Side effects of using this UM are severe dehydration and fatigue.

Backstory :

Watatsumi Kiyomizu, born from a child’s first laugh, landed on top of a lily pad in the center of the flower. Right then, it began to rain. The first droplet of water hit the gentle dandelion and officially born was Watatsumi. She was found by a now fellow water fae who took care of her. The water fae has told Watatsumi that she may call her anything she wanted, to which the water fae became known as Nahla. Nahla taught Watatsumi everything she knows and more, from dewdrop collecting to dancing on glimmering rivers. Watatsumi wanted nothing more than to repay Nahla for all she has done.

It wasn’t until the day Nahla took in a younger water fae named Harbor that Watatsumi was blessed with the idea of being Harbor’s caretaker. Nahla works every night and still manages to care for Watatsumi, making Watatsumi promise to take care of Harbor until she leaves to attend school. And that’s what she did. Watatsumi even became a legal guardian of Harbor once they adopted her. That’s how she became so good with kids, her gentle nature making them feel safe around her. Getting accepted into Scepter Hall Institute was hard due to her not wanting to leave Harbor and Nahla, they insisted and made it known how proud they were of Watatsumi. Watatsumi is grateful everyday for Scepter Hall Institute for bringing her there.

Random Trivia!

Watatsumi’s very close with Meryl, always willing to amuse her silly little endeavors!

As Watatsumi loves designing her own clothes, she makes a bunch of things for her friends! They’re usually made of flowers(that feel comfortable to the touch and don’t overstimulate one’s senses!).

Her favorite professor is Ambrosia! She’s not just saying that because that’s her Dorm Head, she genuinely looks up to her! Ambrosia reminds her of Nahla in some ways.

Watatsumi seems to be popular with Magnijardin students despite the playful rivalry between their dorms! Many residents of the dorm ask Watatsumi to let them style her.

Watatsumi can be very bold with her words if the scenario arises.

When Watatsumi uses her wings, they tend to leave a small trail of droplets behind her.

No one has ever seen Watatsumi as serious as she is when the Four Realm Festival rolls around. She’s very serious about it.

Watatsumi used to be close friends with Porter Pierce before he was expelled, even trying to fight for his stay. They were usual partners for projects and assignments.

Watatsumi is one of the very rare people that can’t be brought down or affected by Mercury. Even if he denies it, They’re besties and shes gonna hang out with him!

She LOVES making visits to NRC. Even though SHI doesn’t have the best relationship with NRC, seeing Tinsley every once in a while is so worth it! and now Porter too!! She’s especially happy to meet other fae’s like her outside of SHI.

Speaking of which, She’s close friends with Tinsley Labelle from Night Raven College!

She picked up on singing while dancing one time, wanting to put lyrics to the sound of the waves. Her voice is soft and lovely! She’ll only sing to certain people though.

Due to her spacey-ness

She’s one of the best Water Dancers in SHI! She gladly performs for anyone and everyone.

She rarely ever refuses to help someone or reject a favor. She needs to be helpful.

[rosietrace]

The Scepter Hall staff seeing Gwen: SOMEONE CALL ECLAIR, WE'RE GONNA HAVE AN NRC TRANSFER STUDENT-

“Where did my lord run off too……Oh! Hello there! I…I didn’t see you there!”

Keep reading

[xasha777]

In a time where the suns had long dimmed, humanity sought refuge in the ancient and mystical Wilbraham Wesleyan Academy, an institution that stretched across realities and whose spires pierced the heavens themselves.

Legend spoke of the Celestial Sorceress, an alumnus of the Academy, whose powers were said to be woven into the very fabric of space and time. It was her, the one crowned with a halo of cosmic energy, holding spheres of pulsating light, that the Academy summoned in humanity’s direst hour.

They found her standing upon the shores of the forgotten Earth, where the oceans had receded to memory, and the ships of old were but skeletons against the horizon. Her gown billowed like the lost winds of a planet's sigh, its colors a cascade from the gold of vanished stars to the deep black of the void. Her feet, unseen, whispered secrets to the dust that had been ancient when the first human learned to dream.

She raised her scepters, and the dormant suns flickered, coughing sparks into the dying light. The scholars of Wilbraham Wesleyan Academy watched, their breaths held in reverent pause, as the Celestial Sorceress channeled the forgotten energies of the universe.

Whispers of a language not heard for eons filled the air, and the halo behind her blazed brighter, a corona of hope. With each word, the darkened suns brightened, roused from their slumber by the invocation of old magic, the very essence of life that the Academy had safeguarded and taught.

This was not just the revival of light, but the rekindling of possibility, the promise that the Academy had always nurtured within its hallowed halls. It was the knowledge that even as the universe expanded into entropy, there would be those who could stir the embers of creation, who could teach the stars to shine once more.

And so the tale of the Celestial Sorceress would be etched into the annals of the Academy, a story of a guardian who, with the wisdom and power honed within the walls of the Wilbraham Wesleyan Academy, reignited the celestial dance of suns and gave the future back to the children of the cosmos.

[witchinghouracademy]

Does Witching Hour Academy have a specific opinion on my Fanschool for TWST, Scepter Hall Institute ? Cause honestly I'm kinda curious 😅

I think they'd be friendly, a bit mean in a playful way?

Mim does like that "goody-two-shoes" schools exists so those girls don't try to enroll in hers. They have enough applications to go throught each year as it is, and Witchin Hour's controversial nature is something Mim encourages. Nothing exciting happens if you always stick to "good" rules!

Mim likes teasing Crowley and enjoys seeing what he gets up, but she has no issue with Eclair open distaste of him. It's funny! Thought she would tease Eclair too if her daughter is present to try and break her facade. Just for funsies. Also would not be above teaching the kid swear words or dangerous spells so it's best to keep them away.

Though don't expect Mim to really care about Eclair's power or status. She's irreverent to everyone. Grimcrawl would be far more polite and proper.

There might be some cool linked lore in that Mim fought for the fae side during the war Lilia mentions, and knows him from that + she was born human but worked to surpass everyone and anyone in terms of magic.

Dorm wise, I'll do dorm preferences, tho obvs each student's dynamics would vary.

Okeanos would prefer those from the Eauxclaires dorm! Mermaids and water fairies are meant to be friends, right? The mermaid's artistic sense and the fairy's extravagance would make for fun displays together.

Voltlove would, unsurprisingly, mingle more with Bricoler. Tech and tinkering dorms! They would exchange ideas and have some competition going on.

Ryxabyss likely interacts more with Pemburu Hutan. Both value order (well, as much as half of Ryxabyss does) and are strong dorms. I can see them sharing lore of "dangerous" animals in their world and from myths too.

Ignisield is @crestbaby's dorm, but I think they could mingle well with Bystro Letayuschiy. Prideful dorms full of ambitious people! As well as physically very capable.

Desicora is @the27th 's but I'd say they would get along with Magnijardin, since the dorm is very tied to plants. More indulgent than the fairies, but that could bring a nice balance between it's students.

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

How would Lorelei feel about Scepter Hall Institute?(Fanschool for TWST)

Lorelei finds the school nice and somewhat reminds her of DCA. Has bad blood with some fairies cause 1: Some were nobles from Slumbering Willows and they look down on demons, 2: A few students from Animania saw her eating a dead bird

[rosietrace]

Thank you for the tag ^^

Current wips:

Glorious Masquerade, crimson flames (Second and third half respectively)

The disappearance of Malory Khione- Scepter Hall Institute main story

Night Raven College: Mirror Masquerade- NRC main story

Night Raven College: Zenith- Potential Sequel to "Mirror masquerade"

Fallen prince- RSA main story

The lost god- Sequel to "Zenith" and Imítheos main story

Primordial realms, Masterlist

The mirror realm, primordial realm

Primordial deities, god ocs

Tagging: @sakuramidnight15 @silent-dragon @starry-night-rose @sandbees @twsthoodstar @authoruio @mxhxrx @phoenix-manga @fumikomiyasaki and others who would like to join!

Was tagged by @sunnyrosewritesstuff for a little WIP game so... here goes <3 thank you for the tag!

The rules: list the titles all of your wips are saved as, and if anyone wants to know more about one (or get a little snippet), they can shoot you an ask with the title in question.

I'm adding the fandom behind each WIP cause I write for so many different ones, and yall might only be interested in some for an ask ;3

Kuroshitcember - Kuroshitsuji

The Trancy Mirror - Kuroshitsuji

Shinigami Rules To Follow - Kuroshituji

Her and His Cinematic Records - Kuroshitsuji

Oakenshield's Secret - The Hobbit

I Will Try To Save You Rewrite - The Hobbit

Good or Bad People? - The Walking Dead

A Jedi's Promise - Star Wars The Bad Batch

Hunter's Protection - Star Wars The Bad Batch

"Kid, I'm no one to look up to" - Star Wars the Bad Batch

Technology and Languages Can Make You Fall In Love - Star Wars the Bad Batch

No pressure tags to: @nahoney22 @docmartensanddietcoke @eemoo1o-animoo @fizzyxcustard

[rosietrace]

Scepter Hall Institute — The Wardens

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Scepter Hall Institute was an academy residing within the lost island of Nevermore — An island crossed out of most of the maps in Twisted Wonderland.

The academy was large, far larger than the likes of Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy. So much so, that it wasn't much of a surprise that it took up the space of an entire island.

Originally, the institution resided within the grounds of Briar Valley. It wasn't called Briar Valley back then, however… After a certain incident, Scepter Hall lost a great deal of connections.

Most of what was left of the original campus was so desolate that it was practically impossible to repair it with magic. That much destruction required quite a sum of power to be repaired, and Eclair wasn't ready to risk anything after what happened in ‘The Attack’.

So, with the assistance of a little magic, they found the island of Nevermore, way back when it wasn't crossed out of the maps.

But, with so much space and only eight dormitories to care for, Eclair needed much more assistance. And she felt it was too hefty of a task for students.

In walks, the Wardens.

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↳ 『 Who are the Wardens, and what do they do? 』

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ The Wardens are the leading caretakers of all eight dormitories in Scepter Hall Institute. In total, there are four Wardens, with two dorms each to care for.

➜ The Wardens guarded the seasonal domains of Nevermore Island and were chosen for the simple fact that they were the best qualified for the job — Intellectually, and magically.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ The Wardens are the third highest authority in the academy. The first being Eclair, the second being Madam Maryse.

➜ Due to the constant scheduling of certain errands for the headmistress and her secretary, students often go to the Wardens to not add to the stress Eclair and Madam Maryse have to put up with.

➜ In a way, the Wardens act as ‘the dorm leaders’ for each of the dorms.

╰──・⌕・- 『 The List 』

↳ Where two of eight dormitories reside within campus grounds.

◊ Spring — Magnijardin, Bricoler

◊ Summer — Eauxclaires, Natelitsa

◊ Autumn — Animania, Bystro Letyuschiy

◊ Winter — Forét Gelée, Pemburu Hutan

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↳ 『 No, seriously, who are the Wardens? 』

( !! The Following Names are placeholders until further notice !! )

❃ The Warden of Spring — Eudosia

❂ The Warden of Summer — Amaryllis

❉ The Warden of Autumn — Phoebus

❆ The Warden(s) of Winter — Malory Khione Andri & Aspen

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[jasdiary]

“This really doesn’t seem like a good idea….Okay well wait for me!”

Full Name : Sinan Aspen Keene

Nicknames : S.K, Sinner, Princey (Meryl @rosietrace ), Lord Sinan/Mr. Sinan (Gwen @starry-night-rose ), Sinny/Sinnamon/Princley (Ellis), Nana (Gemma), Si (Nyla)

Jp Va : Kengo Kawanishi

En Va : Howard Wang / John Cusack

Age : 17-18

Height : 177 cm (5’9)

Homeland : Gale Empire

Birthday : 11/25 November 25th

Zodiac sign : Sagittarius

Species : Ice Fae/quarter Wind Fae

Hair Color : Navy Blue

Eye Color : Caramel Brown

Gender : Male (He/Him)

Sexuality : Demiromantic Pansexual

Family : Boreas Keene, Gale Keene(Mother)†, Nevin Keene (Older brother)

Occupation : Student at Scepter Hall Institute, Prince of the Gale Empire

Twisted From : Spike from Tinkerbell

!Neka.cc is just a placeholder until i have the time to draw him!

School Information

Dorm : Forêt Gelée

School Year : 2nd (Sophomore)

Class : 2-B

Best Subject : Incantations / Wing Study (Wingology)

Worst Class : Physical Education

Club : Ice Skating

Dominant Hand : Right

Favorite Food : Summer Salad Bowls

Least Favorite Food : Corn

Likes : Relaxing, Not doing anything, Teasing people, Naps, Babysitting Meryl, Spending time with his father and brother, Talking about his mother, Daydreaming, Decently done work, Skincare, Windy weather, hand holding

Dislikes : Extremely hot temperatures, Not being taken seriously, Being bored, His sleeping habits, Dry skin, Getting a low grade, Being unnecessarily provoked, Large Crowds, Not having physical interaction

Hobbies : Ice Skating, Sledding, Sleeping, Slight of Hand tricks, Coin tricks, Playing with snowflakes, Messing with Nyla, Fashion

Personality : Sinan comes off as lazy, blunt and a little sly. Which is 100% correct! No one knows if his half-lidded, smirking stare intimidates or attracts them. Sinan’s very straightforward with his words, but is still playful nonetheless. He’s an unintentional flirt. The way he speaks and presents himself gives others the impression of the bad boy(which he really isn’t ☠️) you can’t resist. Despite all of that, Sinan is very well liked for his cool, go with the flow attitude.

Unique Magic : ‘Secret Of The Wings’

“Why don’t you try a little harder? Y’never know, you MAY succeed. Emphasis on the may~ Secret Of The Wings!”

Sinan summons a flutter of butterflies formed from sparkling ice that surrounds him as an impenetrable shield. The shield protects Sinan from both physical and magic attacks. Coming into contact with the shield will freeze or frost whatever it touches. Despite being mostly winter fae, using Secret Of The Wings too much will cause his wings to crack ever so slightly. It may not be noticeable, but it is definitely felt.

Backstory :

Sinan Keene is the youngest son of the late Queen Gale Keene, who was a beloved ruler of the small fae dominated empire that bore her name. Sinan's mother was known for her kindness and compassion, and she instilled those same values in her children. The small prince grew up surrounded by love and support, and he always knew that he wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps and become a leader in his own right.

Despite his royal status and the expectations that came with it, Sinan was always a laid-back and chill individual. He had a tendency to be lazy and procrastinate, but he was also a natural jokester and had a way of making those around him feel at ease. Sinan was approachable and easy to talk to, and he made friends easily.

Sinan’s attitude comes from his heart that cracked from a young age when his mother passed away. He was very much a mama’s boy, always clinging to her. His mother was his best friend. Gale Keene wasn’t violently taken from this world, she was just ill. It didn’t hurt the Keene family any less however. The energetic, hard working boy that Sinan Aspen Keene once was had vanished. For a while, not even his older brother he looked up to so much could motivate him. It took Sinan months before he decided to just…let things happen. He’ll let life take the wheel for now. He’ll take control again one day. He just doesn’t know when.

For now, Sinan hides those sad and dark parts of himself deep inside and shows only what he wants others to see. There are certain people who get to see these sides of Sinan, but you wouldn’t believe them if they told you.

Random Trivia!

His first friend at SHI was Gemma Phaedra. It wasn’t that Sinan couldn’t approach people, Gemma just beat him to it! From then on, they became attached at the hip.

Sinan knows Nyla is scared of ice-skating, even if she denies it.

Sinan makes Mercury want to murder him whenever he makes a snarky comment ; it's a bloodbath when it comes to them.

Admittedly, Sinan became Meryl's new crush after Porter got expelled! She's always so flustered whenever he speaks to her, and she's practically clinging to him like a koala.

Sinan is.... Apprehensive about Eclair and how she treats Meryl. He can tell that Eclair adores her daughter, but with the way she essentially locked her up in SHI for all of her life is.... Disturbing to Sinan.

Sinan takes after his mother the most. When she passed away, it was hard for Sinan’s father to look at him for too long because he looked *too* much like her.

Sinan’s mother was half ice fae and half wind fae, making Sinan a quarter wind fae.

Sinan wants to be a professional ice skater.

Sinan may be on the sillier side, but he’s smarter than he lets on. He’s always one of the top students in his classes.

Sinan tends to twirl his hair. He usually does it when he’s nervous.

[witchinghouracademy]

Voltlove meeting Meryl for the first time?

Minami: You think we can get a ransom for her.Jojo: Probably. What sum are we talking.Giselle, taking Meryl in her arms: Don't listen to them angel. Do ya want a song? I can teach you one of my dances!

All of them know who Meryl is, either bc they keep up with important people and competition, or talking with Scepter Hall students.

Minami is.... not good with kids. She doesn't understand them, and they can't read her, so she just ignores them. She'll keep a nice smile and nod while Meryl talks but that's it. Pretty unilateral. And despite how cute Meryl might be, Minami won't let het touch her phone or inventions. Absolutely not. But they can make something new with scraps if Meryl insits tho.

Jojo is good with kids! She has two younger, twin cousins she babysat all the time. Jojo would ask Meryl questions to find that one topic she can ramble about on and on. A lot of kids don't felt heard, so Jojo is happy to lend them an ear. And teach Meryl on any topic she's interested! Just... don't ask her to play tag or hide and seek. She can't keep up.

Giselle seems good with kids. She knows how to appeal to them, kids are the most unwavering fans for whatever short attention span they have. Of the three she tries the hardest to get Meryl to like her. Just think what that could do for her! The daughter of Eclair Hollow becoming a big fan! Minami and Jojo see right throught it, but Meryl doesn't. They share a snicker after Giselle is out of breath from all the games and Meryl wants to play another one. But outside that interested mindset, she does think Meryl is a sweet kid.

[phoenix-manga]

Sort of random question that involves my TWST fan school Scepter Hall Institute, but if how would your DCA dorm leaders feel about Scepter Hall? I would assume DCA would get along more with the academy compared to RSA and NRC for whatever reason😅

Definitely, DCA doesn't have to play babysitter between the princes and villains. Those two have such intense rivalry that DCA needs a break from being a mediator. All the DCA dorm leaders can agree that SHI is pleasant to hang around.

[saintaugustinerp]

Congratulations Aubrey! You have been accepted for the role of The Mad King with the faceclaim Benjamin Jarvis. Please be sure to check out the accepted applicants checklist! Also be sure send us a link to your blog within the next twenty-four hours. Welcome to St. Augustine!

Name/alias: Aubrey

Age (18+) : 20

Gender/Preferred pronouns: she/her

Timezone: GMT + 8

 IN CHARACTER

Desired Skeleton: The Mad King

Character Name: Nathaniel Théodore Rothschild

Age (18+): 22

Gender/Pronouns: male, he/him

Hometown: Zürich, Switzerland

Major: Philosophy

Desired Faceclaim: Benjamin Jarvis

Character blurb:

The moment the heel of his shoe clacks against the ground, the world shifts — there is a static that enters the air and all gazes turn towards him, a name dissipates in reverent whispers into the frigid alpine air. The signature silver of his hair, the striking sharpness of his features, the crackling unrest behind his gaze; you recognize him immediately and his name slips from your tongue, too. (If you don’t, there is no need to worry — someone will remind you.) He must be the sun, you think, for how he immediately he becomes the center of every room he steps into. He needs no cape, no crown, no scepter — he who stands before you is a king and you will recognize his birthright. He must be the sun, you think, for the imperious manner in which he illuminates every surface and sinks into every crevice. The tales of his glory, the talk of his name spares no thought to the unwilling or uncaring. You have heard, too, that he is never alone, that behind him follows his court — and he must be the sun, you think, for the way he walks as though all the world is underneath him, for the way that few are brave enough to fly close, for the way that all who come too close are doomed to perish. A subject slips a whisper into his ear and his gaze turns slowly but surely towards you. Unrest crackles fully into a spark, discontent transforms into a terror-striking curl of the corner of his lips. The static comes into a climax and saturates the air so fully that it replaces the air in your lungs, and your chest sinks in realization. You are wrong. He is not the sun; he is lightning and he is about to strike.

Developed Head Canons:

— WELCOME MY SON, WELCOME TO THE MACHINE;

Born to one of the world’s largest banking magnates and a Luxembourgian princess (who, by marrying his father, had given up all claims to the throne), there is a legacy that he carries heavily on his shoulders. His parents were often busy, occupied with duties that left them little time to attend to precious young Théo, to stoke the boy’s bright burning flames before they burned the world around him. If you ask him where home is, he will recite the address of their stately Swiss manor. If you ask him who his family is, his parents’ names will slip from his lips without hesitation. He gives no weight to these words (home, family) and thus strips them of any power they may have. He doesn’t blame his parents for their distance. It is how it is. He’s fully aware that his path in life has long been decided for him, and he knows that this is the path he must begin to travel the moment he leaves Augustine’s. Carrying this old, heavy name on his shoulders, becoming a banking magnate himself, marrying a respectable girl from a respectable family, producing a respectable heir, continuing the cycle and bringing forth the name Rothschild as his ancestors have done for centuries before him. He pretends he doesn’t know this is his life’s sole purpose, pretends he doesn’t give a damn, and perhaps he truly doesn’t — perhaps when he throws himself into his bacchanalia he does so with a light heart and no care to the collar around his neck, the tether to his future; but nonetheless the tether remains, and he will always wake up the next day a Rothschild. There are a few things that place themselves a hurdle upon his path, but he gives them even littler thought. (Some might even speculate he wished them to succeed, except, really. Théo could never handle life on his own, life without his luxuries, without his fortune, so he’ll do the very bare minimum to keep those, at least.) One hurdle is the events that had occurred that dreadful night, the knowledge of which in the wrong hands could pose a large threat to his future. A second is his stepmother, who detests him, and her two children are in competition with him, who could replace him in a heartbeat if his suitability were contested. The third, of course, is none other than himself and his disinterest in the life that his father leads.

— WE DON’T NEED NO EDUCATION;

Théo’s childhood was an unceasing, ever waging war to contain him — or at least to get him to behave for all of two minutes. Dozens of nannies and governesses and tutors and day schools and faraway estates of distant uncles fell victim to Théo’s unpredictable, thrill-chasing temperament. It wasn’t a craving for violence necessarily, nor was he short-fused and explosive, it was always an itch of boredom which he attempted to quell. Forever impertinent, eager to push the boundaries of what he could get away with, playing games both physical and emotional. No amount of money was sufficient compensation for the terror that Théo reigned, no attempt at discipline had ever procured anything but vengeful rebellion from the little child. Boarding schools had no better luck. Some he had attended for only weeks before expulsion remained the last disciplinary tactic, though more often he took around a term or so to stir up a sufficient amount of trouble, but he would, without a doubt, find it. He was tossed across Europe, in the Schule Schloss Salem, Leysin American School, Institut Auf Dem Rosenberg, the infamously disciplinarian Gordonstoun School, among many, many others. It came as a surprise to everyone when at the age of 14, he had taken an attachment to Institut Le Rosey. Some might ascribe it to the level of prestige of those who walked its halls, amongst whom Théo could not stand out. Others to the level of care Le Rosey provided, its staff attentive to the needs of every student (those, who, among the studentry are degraded as l’esclaves). The real reason remains a secret to most, a reason that even Théo himself might deny.

— ANY FOOL KNOWS A DOG NEEDS A HOME;

Wherever he goes, people gather around him. He loves the attention, loves being a king when it is something he will never truly be. He is unapologetic in what he is, but he will manipulate to get what he wants. A hungry dog is never loyal, and so as little as he actually cares about them, he will reward those who swear themselves to him. Some may call him a natural leader, but this assessment is rather off-base. He’s simply a strong personality that attracts others to him. Should the time to lead come, should the fall come to his court, he will drop each and every one of them to protect himself. Of course, he can never live without people around him, people to control and grovel at his feet. The same rings true for his relationships. He doesn’t ever like being single, but he has little loyalty to whoever he’s with. He gives in easily to his impulses. There are those who think themselves pyrokinetics, those who delude themselves into thinking that fire can be contained, and he loves them the most - he loves proving them wrong.

— ALL YOU TOUCH AND ALL YOU SEE IS ALL YOUR LIFE WILL EVER BE;

He lives an extravagant, libertine lifestyle, his name always associated with expensive alcohol, yachts, overpriced clubs, fast cars, girls on his arms by the dozens. Even this grows tiresome, and Théo is always seeking new opportunities for entertainment. Everyone is lower than him in differing degrees, so it hardly matters to him, and he goes with whoever provides the most excitement. He’s fond of giving into whatever impulse he feels like on any particular day, whether it’s dying his hair platinum, piercing his septum, getting a tattoo here and there, degrading strangers, buying entire buildings, climbing bridges to spray his name in paint across its body, taking trips halfway across the globe. He doesn’t particularly care for what’s perceived as proper (to a certain extent, anyway), and will break laws without concern for consequences. The irresponsibility of his actions have yet to get him into trouble, but one day he’ll push his luck a little too far.

— YOU ARE YOUNG AND LIFE IS LONG AND THERE IS TIME TO KILL TODAY;

Théo had never harbored any particular thirst for knowledge, nor passion for any particular academic field. His concerns rarely went past the minutiae of day-to-day life, always in search of his next great adventure. Wherever he went, he had never had trouble rousing others to action, collecting a court with unparalleled ease. Countless counselors have told him that his energy would be better put to use in positions of leadership, and in Le Rosey he had finally given in. This, mixed with the school’s emphasis on holistic formation, overtly careful guidance, and whatever natural quick-wittedness Théo had, paved his freedom in choosing a tertiary education institution. Fully aware of what lay in his path, considering no other future but this path that lay before him, Théo knew it did not particularly matter what and where he wished to study. His father had read History in Oxford, but his mother had studied Art in St. Augustine’s and the option was always open (though perhaps not encouraged) to him.

— WHEN YOU LOSE CONTROL, YOU’LL REAP THE HARVEST YOU HAVE SOWN;

Despite how it seems that Théo strives for chaos, often in line with what is interesting and entertaining, leading to a reputation of unpredictability, there lies a common denominator in all of his endeavors, whether he acknowledges it or not: control. It is by his will, by his hand that the world turns to chaos around him. Chaos that is beyond his control is a different creature entirely, and it tugs in competition at something deep and primal within him. It draws something truly unpredictable from within the depths of his guts to be thrust upon a situation that is wholly out of his control. And with the events of the past year: his involvement with the death of Frederick Wells, the blood that it has stained onto his hands, the loose ends that come with it and threat that it poses to his future; the way the False Prophet had seized control when it ought to have been he who had done it, and the way that the False Prophet had subsequently dropped him; the looming future which he knows fully well, which he can’t bear to step into, the consequences of their actions towards Frederick Wells, and the unexpected effect it’s had on him. Théo’s never had to learn the meaning of the word consequence, but as something dark mixes with the boredom that has reigned supreme for far too long, something that flickers in barely perceptible flashes behind eyes, in increasingly unappeasable bouts of ennui, it seems that whether he wants to or not, the consequences will come raining down.

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The alcohol kept their blood hot, pumping through their arteries. The frosty midnight wind closed around the snow-powdered clearing in the woods, a bonfire crackling softly, its orange glow in competition with the moonlight. Some sat around in logs, bottles and cups in hand as loud, raucous conversation ensued. Some leaned against trees, smoke curling from white sticks pressed in between their lips, others pressed against each other, lips locked and bodies pressed together, barely hidden in the darkness of the woods. Music blared and dissipated into the air, hymnals to the frigid forest nymphs that slept within the evergreens - as much someone’s party playlist could be, haphazardly thrown together and tied with the bow of a slightly nauseating pun as a title. The alcohol flowed freely and drove the ease, the candor, the lightness that parties such as these promised. None were passed out yet, but most were just loose enough to be compliant to the path of most amusement. This was always Théo’s favorite moment, there was an invincibility that marked his every movement, potential was at its thickest and he itched for something to take, something to relieve the boredom that pent up in him like a gathering storm. There were no limits — everything that the moon lit was his to take. Faces he knew well, faces he vaguely recognized - his gaze ran over each one like a child picking out a toy from the shelf, deciding on a plaything to curl his fingers around and occupy himself with.

First he would have to rid himself of his little pet, one of the younger ones, a desperate young boy who was so very eager to please. It took so little to receive so much; really, one only had to ask for it. His desperation was amusing and useful, certainly, but tonight it grew blasé and Théo wanted something new. “I’ll tell you,” he said, his voice low, smooth. “There’s something I want to say first, though, and nobody’s listening.”

The boy didn’t even hesitate. There was no feeling greater than this, and really, it oughtn’t have been a thrill anymore, but it always was — the feeling of complete and total control, freely given, offered so willingly at his feet. The boy rose to his feet, called for quiet — and it was a party, of course no one gave a damn, barely even paying attention to the boy’s yells, but he was trying desperately, now finding a rock to elevate himself with and address the crowd. There was a wickedness in Théo’s smirk as he watched the boy in action, as he leaned back, and with a quick sweep of the area, found a gaze settled on him. A peer, an old friend, who shook his head in light-hearted disapproval. Poor kid, his friend mouthed, and a grin, wide and bright, shot into Théo’s expression. That was the point, after all, and his friend only sipped his drink in response, returning to his conversation in open defiance of Théo’s pet’s pleads.

The world crashed in disarray around the boy’s words, and he can hear the defeat sinking in with every one that went unnoticed. He wondered if he ought to reel him back in now, to tell him to go play with someone else instead, perhaps get one of the lost causes inebriated and get them to do something that would cut through the boredom that was so heavily settling now. Until, that was, he noticed a pair of eyes he didn’t recognize. Not that he wasn’t used to being stared at, but there was something in her gaze that intrigued him — curiousity. He didn’t know who she was, didn’t know her name, but he didn’t particularly care. She was average in all aspects and for now he had no need for her name or her story, but there was one thing that made her special. “You’re far too sober for this.”

“I am,” she agreed. She took a sip of her drink, accentuating his point.

His little pet had come back to his side now, a little pout jutting his lips. “They won’t listen. Tell me anyway?”

A cup to his cheek, tucking stray brown locks into his ear. Théo’s gaze bore into his. “Don’t disappoint me.”

That was all it took. There was the possibility that he might actually succeed, and in that case all it took was a speech or so, really, but for now all Théo had to do was bask in how beautifully the boy complied, shouting at the top of his lungs and embarrassing himself ever so painfully.

The girl was still staring, something akin to judgement behind her eyes. She was not new. The one who thought she saw through it all. Oh, she thought herself above the rest, but really.

“You’re observing.” He vaguely recalled now that she was someone’s guest, someone who usually didn’t attend these little soirées. A chance of temporary relief from boredom, in any case.

There was a sharpness behind the girl’s eyes, the beginnings of a strategy forming, the beginnings of over analyzation, preparing moves for a chess game that wasn’t a chess game — Théo didn’t play, or at least he didn’t play fair. He made his own rules, brought in his own pieces, and if all else failed, he had no qualms with torching the entire board. Perhaps she would be one of the moralistic ones. He loved those, it was always the most satisfying to allow them to discover the price of their own depravity, to allow them to discover the fact that there was always a price. Perhaps she could come to bore him, and he would discard her along with the many others. There were more people to sink his teeth into. Perhaps she would give the right answers — and of course, Théo never knew what those were, but he would recognize them as they came — perhaps they would slip miraculously from her lips, and she would break the storm and bring the relief he needed tonight. In any case, it was time to gauge his new toy.

“It’s always boring when you know what’s going to happen next,” Théo said, taking a slow drag from his cigarette. “Indulge me. What am I trying to do?”

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Instead of Saru getting better, he gradually gets worse. He hears niki's voice in his head constantly and it causes him to be really paranoid and upset. Maybe he accidentally attacks one of his coworkers with a knife when he's particularly agitated one day, having thought it was Niki. He gets placed in an institution and it makes him worse with all the lights and noise and just overwhelmed with people and can't escape in his PDA. Misaki and Muna visiting? Reaction to shattered Saruhiko?

Maybe this is like some side effect of his time in jungle, likeFushimi’s PDA gets infected with all sorts of viruses when he hacksinto jungle in order to open the door and by the time he’s broughtout Fushimi’s seeing hallucinations everywhere. No one realizes whatthe issue is at first, jungle’s been defeated and Hisui’s dead so theidea that the virus might still work seems unlikely. Eventuallythough Munakata has his suspicions and destroys the PDA, at first itseems like things will get better after that but the damage has beendone. Fushimi is released from the hospital and assured thateverything he was seeing and hearing was just the effects of a virus.Except as he’s limping through the halls of Scepter 4 Fushimi can seeNiki staring at him from nearby, laughing as he says that oh look,the monkey comes home in disgrace, taunting Fushimi for being atraitor to Scepter 4 and how no one believes it was a secret mission,they all think Munakata just took pity on him and let him returnbecause he had nowhere else to go. From there the hallucinationsgradually worsen and Fushimi doggedly tries to ignore them, like heacts as though everything’s fine and he’s healing, he goes back onregular duty once his leg heals and he meets Yata for drinks and theytalk and to everyone else it looks like Fushimi’s only gettingbetter. But at night Fushimi returns to the dorm and spends half thenight curled up with his hands over his ears, quietly whispering atNiki to go away as Niki’s voice echoes in his ears, taunting him. Atone point Fushimi throws his alarm clock at the ghost and the clockbreaks against the wall, some of the other alphabet boys run inworried that Fushimi’s been attacked and he just blows it off aswaking up too quickly and knocking the clock off the nightstand.

Finally things are starting to get so bad that other people arebeginning to notice, Fushimi’s barely getting any sleep and he hashorrible bags under his eyes and he’s just constantly on edge andsnappish, his whole body wound tight like a spring, like a mousetrapthat’s going to snap at the slightest movement. One day he’s chasingdown a Strain with some of the alphabet boys when he hears Nikilaughing at him, telling him that he’s gotten slow and he’s going tofail and Fushimi just yells at Niki to shut up as he throws a bunchof knives at him. Niki keeps laughing and floats over like a ghost,hugging Fushimi around the neck as he whispers in Fushimi’s ear thathe’ll never be rid of Niki’s ghost. A moment later Niki fades awayand Fushimi finds himself staring down horrified at a bloody Akiyama,who walked over to ask if Fushimi was okay after seeing him godeathly pale, and who Fushimi himself stabbed with his knives.Fushimi can’t even make an excuse, Munakata comes to see him laterand finds Fushimi curled up in his room muttering almost to himselfbut really talking to Niki. Munakata still wonders if this is someoutside intervention, like is Hisui’s virus still working even afterhis death and even with the old PDA destroyed, but it’s quicklybecoming clear that whatever the sickness is it’s in Fushimi andthere’s no way to drive it out so easily.

So then Fushimi gets sent to an institution and maybe it’s againstMunakata’s will, like Fushimi accidentally attacks an associate ofthe Prime Minister and since Scepter 4 doesn’t have the influence itonce did when the Slate was still around even Munakata can’t stopFushimi from being dragged out in a straitjacket, writhing andyelling at nothing the entire time. Yata obviously is pissed when hefinds out about this, angry that Munakata just let Fushimi be takenaway like that and didn’t stop them or save him. Munakata notes thathis own hands were tied but he doesn’t intend to simply abandonFushimi and states that he knows where Fushimi is. Munakata offers tohave Yata accompany him to pay Fushimi a visit, Yata’s hopeful thatmaybe the institution place was able to help Saruhiko. His hope isdashed the moment they step inside, the place is terrible and full ofdead-eyed patients, everyone’s kept on heavy sedation and Yata’sterrified that he won’t even recognize Fushimi when they see him.

Hisworst fears are realized when they find a Fushimi who’s just a totalmess, half-sedated and dazed and talking to himself when he’s notscreaming, when Yata walks in Fushimi looks right through him asthough he’s not even there. I think Yata would be really devastatedby that too, like he can’t believe this because Saruhiko was gettingbetter and they were friends again and how could things end up thisway. Munakata would be definitely displeased by this too, I thinkthere’s no way he’d just leave Fushimi in that place without tryingas many legal avenues as possible to get him out. While Yata I thinkwould be trying to tell himself that there’s a way Fushimi can be‘fixed’ Munakata takes a more realistic approach, that getting back aFushimi who’s totally free of mental illness is likely impossible atthis point but he believes that Fushimi should have the opportunityto heal as much as he can, to be taken care of in a way where he canstill remain himself even if he’ll never be 'normal’ again. Ithink Munakata would be pulling out all his remaining resources totry and get Fushimi given back into the hands of Scepter 4, so theycan at least get him to a psychiatric facility that would actuallyhelp him rather than keeping him in a stupor, because as far asMunakata’s concerned there is still some of the real Fushimi left inthat shattered and broken mind and Munakata wants to hold onto thosepieces as much as he can, to bring back as much of Fushimi as ifpossible.

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Scepter Hall Institute to Eclair

[rosietrace]

『 A Caged Bird 』

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「✦」 Backstory of Meryl Hollow, daughter of the Oracle of Clarion

「ʚ♡ɞ」 Scepter Hall Institute

↳ A magical Institute residing on the secluded island of Nevermore, hidden away by magic to ensure that no matter the circumstances — their students were out of harm's way.

The academy's headmistress, ever since its founding, has been Eclair Hollow. Eclair eventually had a child; Meryl Hollow.

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「✧」 April 9th — A miracle awaits

Eclair Hollow had always longed for a child.

But she never found the time to have one, ever since becoming Headmistress of Scepter Hall — married to Malory Khione.

Stress added to stress, and to add insult to injury, Eclair faced a great many losses during some of the earliest years of the school's history.

Burdens she had to shoulder, legacies that — oftentimes — she wished she never had to bear.

And perhaps that was one of the many reasons why she'd refrained from having a child, in her long, frivolous life.

And maybe, just maybe, such frivolities were the reason Malory left. The reason he seemed to have given up and ‘died’ on his most lovely sunflower.

Eclair never knew what happened to her husband. What fate had in store for him, or whatever his intentions of leaving were.

All she knew was that it added to her loneliness.

Without her husband, without the joys of life she'd frequently yearn for; it felt like there was a hole in her body, making her feel…. Hollow.

But it all changed. For better, for worse, regardless — it changed.

Because on the 9th of April, Eclair finally got what she wanted.

She finally had her miracle. Her daughter.

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「✧」 The early stages

Eclair loved her daughter and found her to be her pride and joy. Her miracle, her everything. Even when she was a block of wood, Eclair loved her.

Oh, but even so…. Eclair felt saddened, every once in a while. Watching her baby grow up, she'd occasionally wished that Malory were there too. Watching their little girl grow up together.

These thoughts consumed Eclair, day by day, in the early stages of her daughter's childhood.

So much so, that it made her feel…. Protective, over her daughter. In a way she'd never felt protective over anyone else.

Malory left, leaving Eclair to wallow in agony, yearning for his return.

Belladonna — someone she once saw as a daughter — died far too young, far too tragically.

Eclair couldn't bear the thought of thinking of Belladonna for too long. Not when her daughter seemed to look a little too much like her.

And as for her daughter's name, well…. Initially, she was going to name her after Belladonna. After the girl that she loved as her own.

But that mindset, that idea, had changed. Eventually deciding to give her daughter a name with the same first letter as her ‘late’ husband.

Meryl.

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「✧」 The Curious Child

Meryl proved to be a curious little thing. Well, even in the present day, that still holds true.

She loved research and gadgetry. Her drawings were always of maps, her books involved traveling worlds beyond comprehension.

Everything was a curiosity to Meryl. A riddle to solve, a puzzle left behind? The moment she found something that piqued her interest, it'd be almost impossible to pry that interest out of her small freckled hands.

For a girl her age — even in the present day, at seven years old — Meryl was smart.

She still talked like any other child her age, but that didn't necessarily stop her from being a bit too analytical for someone as young as her.

Meryl had a fondness for everything ‘odd’ or ‘out of the ordinary’. She never walked to it, she raced, scared that someone would take that opportunity away from her.

It was a habit she developed, to say the least. A habit that manifested because of one person, and one person only.

Eclair.

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「✧」 A New Cage

It was unsurprising that Meryl grew tired of her day-to-day life, once she hit seven years old.

She acknowledged that her mother cared for her deeply. But she could never understand why Eclair insisted on keeping her contained in the comfort of their home.

It wasn't like Meryl hated being at home, more so she wanted to travel. To live, to see, to experience those places she read of in the books she skimmed through.

Eclair may have indulged in a good portion of Meryl's curiosities, but the one thing she never allowed her daughter to indulge in was leaving.

From seeing things she didn't want Meryl to see. To find answers to questions Eclair didn't want answered.

And one day, Meryl had enough of it.

Her Mother was away, playing Oracle of Clarion in the ways she always did.

And she left their home, briefly.

And she rejoiced, upon realizing that the outside world wasn't so bad after all. And that Eclair had accepted her in leaving, allowing her to wander.

Poor Meryl. Poor, poor, Meryl. She didn't truly leave.

No children, that's wrong. She never did leave.

She was just trapped in a bigger cage.

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[jasdiary]

jas stop it. STOP IT. WATATSUMI ISNT EVEN FINISHED.

anyways! this is Luz “Lucy” Fana and she’s twsted from Iridessa 🫶🏻

Just a fun lil concept for her!

u guys probably won’t see her for a while until i finish with Watatsumi and take a break 💔