#schoenheit siblings au

[liviavanrouge]

Schoenheit Siblings AU: Of course

Vil: We're brother and sister, of course I pick on her sometimes and invade her space when I wanna bother her

Livia: We're brother and sister, of course I sneak into his room while he's sleep and touch his stuff

Vil: *Laughs, looking away from the recording camera*

Livia: *Looks at him giggling*

Vil: We're brother and sister, of course we laugh at the silliest things at times

Vil: *Looks down at Livia, staring at her* tatitle...

Livia: *Looks away laughing*

Livia: *Giggle* W-We're brother and sister, of course we share our food at times and then complain that the other ate too much

Vil: We're brother and sister, of course we do each others hair and makeup!

Livia: We're brother and sister. of course we're gonna do modeling sessions together

Vil: We're brother and sister, of course I'm gonna come defend my sister from rude people

Livia: Thanks..

Vil: *Nods* Mhm

Livia: We're brother and sister, of course he's gonna let me sleep in his bed

Vil: We're brother and sister, of course she's gonna get me to act goofy at times

Livia: *Laughs, clapping twice*

Livia: We're brother and sister of course we're gonna do matching outfits!

Vil: We're brother and sister, of course I eat her favorite snacks when she's not looking

Livia: *Looks at him* YOU-!!

Vil: *Laughs as she tried to pinch him, blocking her with his arms*

Livia: YOU SNACK THIEF!!!

[theraedar]

This is your home, too

[harzilla]

Here's a vision: Long Lost Sibling AU with Vil.

ohh, I've had a few ideas for this. You see, Vil's father is a well known actor correct? Probably because of his father's connections he was able to get into acting and his career is based on his own work ethic.

So imagine a twin who, ended up adopted in another world and had none of the connection Vil had.

Maybe Yuu never got into movie acting BUT, they still have a similar drive and spice for the creative.

A Yuu that loves to create or perform. Theater kid Yuu! They may not have ever performed in a movie but they're no slouch. Absolutely the one who's either part of the drama department or flat out runs a club. A Yuu that is frequently covered in paint of carving something. Finding any creative outlet they can find.

Ohh. Ohh. I actually have also thought about a female Vil!Yuu who has similar issues being type cast like Vil. Every performance they tried out for, they always got put into an antagonistic role or a secondary character, always told they just don't fit the protagonist role. Always the bully character, never the love interest. Yuu eventually gets sick of it and ends up being a rock or punk musician(maybe even metal!). Finding a genre of music that appreciates both their looks and their voice. Using their lyrics to vent out their pain and frustration. Maybe people assume by their looks and choice of genre that they're just bad news, but Yuu's actually pretty cool and nice if you get to know them.

I like the band The Pretty Reckless, and Taylor Momsen is the big inspo for this idea.

i feel like there's a really interesting contrast potential between the siblings with this dynamic. Also I like the idea of Yuu performing as an opener for the SDC at the end of book five, stalling for time while the rest of the group patches themselves up the best they can before they perform. Yuu's uniform all damaged and ripped after Vil's overblot and they just belt out something like this:

Becoming extremely popular after their performance is broadcast and praised by both Vil and Neige. Of course the rumor mill starts running because sharp eyed fans notice that Vil and Yuu are super similar. Even down to seeing it pop up in the tabloids!

Perhaps there's more truth to the rumors then people realize.

[qierxing]

A/N: An interpreted continuation of @shiny-jr wonderful fic. This is one of the longest fics I’ve written…..carried by my love for Heartslabyul. Been chipping away at this every so often until now. I would strongly recommend reading Shiny’s part first, or else a good part of this will not make sense. Part two will be something that will be floating in the future.

TW/CW: Graphic descriptions of PTSD & panic attack symptoms, self-harm from bad coping habits, dissociation, dismemberment, references to Alice in Wonderland, made up lore LOL

I. II. | Isekai AU | Yan! Heartslabyul x Reader

"So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality…"

– Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Caroll

i. Cremation

Ramshackle's mailbox is a pitiful thing.

It sits right in front of the small graveyard near forgotten covered in tangled vines and weeds. Unlike its surroundings which shine from recent renovations and repairs, the hinges still squeak loudly when the latch is opened and the outer parts are scratched and dented. On bright sunny days, it sticks out like a sore thumb.

And today, it's even more obvious.

The box now is in danger of tilting off its support pole, filled with the weight of lumpy letters, spilling out envelopes upon the dirt. Around it sits various colorful wrapped boxes and packages that are piled haphazardly across each other. You swear it gets larger each passing day.

“How many does this make?” 

A battered top hat pops into existence next to you, one of the resident Ramshackle ghosts who's been helping you around lately. (He had said you remind him of his siblings when he was alive. You're still unsure whether that was a good or bad thing.)

You let out a sigh through your nose. There's nothing to say about the situation in front of you. You wish they could disappear the minute you wish for it, yet the colorful wrappings and the various envelopes scattered around your feet don’t vanish the more you stare. 

“I’m really sorry about all this.” 

The ghost shakes his head, frowning at your apology.

“It’s not your fault, prefect.” 

The words are reassuring, but they don’t make the gross feeling go away when you crouch down and start picking up letters that have fallen out of the mailbox. 

From: Azul Ashengrotto 

Sender: Vil Schoenheit

Sent by: Riddle Rosehearts

All of them are addressed to you, of course. You can already imagine their contents: filled to the brim with regret and guilt, blotted words begging for forgiveness for the wrongs they’ve done. When you told the Headmaster that you didn’t want anyone visiting Ramshackle, that wasn’t an invitation for them to flood you with unwanted mail. Then again, perhaps you should have foreseen that they would do this. All of them are stubborn to a fault. It wasn't like your phone was any better until you’ve blocked all numbers making it go off endlessly like a shrieking parrot.

The resulting letters alone are thick enough to rival the textbooks Professor Trein assigns students. Pressing your lips together, you turn around to start heading back to your temporary home.The rest of the bulky packages can wait. The ghost helps swing the door open and Grim perks up from his seat in the living room as you set down the letters.

“Grim, can you get a fire going?”

“Now?”

He eyes the thick pile of letters with wary slit pupils and asks, “Aren’t ya…gonna read ‘em?”

You did. For the first few ones, at least. They were barely discernible, their apologies blurring by as they begged for your grace and mercy. That they would do anything to right their wrongs. If you didn’t know any better, you would say their reverence was akin to a cult. 

It makes your skin crawl.

After that, you stopped bothering to even  skim through. What is the point of continuing to make sense of lunatics? Of cruel games and intrepid players?

"We have the wood, and the house is a bit chilly, so why not?" You reply. Grim scrunches his eyebrows but doesn't object as heavy wooden logs are dumped into the grate. He takes a deep breath and blows upon the letters scattered on the wood, encasing everything in familiar neon blue flames.

You settle into the armchair next to Grim, staring into flickering blue flames. Grim curls up next to you, purring contentedly. All too easily, your eyes lull close to the sound of crackling flames consuming paper.

–

When you step out onto the front porch the next morning, you're overtaken by an overwhelming fragrance.

There's crimson red petals floating through the air. Fluttering in the crisp morning wind, they fall in your hair and the rest end up crushed under your feet. You'd feel bad if it wasn't so pungent; the very air feels like it's infused with the scent of roses. 

Your nose crinkles as you pick up the impossibly huge bouquet that is wrapped in silk and ribbons. It's certainly beautiful, you'll give it that. Yet this scent doesn't bring back good memories. It only brings vivid flashbacks of being lost among rose bushes, covered in dirt and scratches, trying so frantically to find a way out. When every single crack and snap was a possible life threat. 

You don't realize you're crushing the bouquet until something trickles down your fingers. It doesn't feel like blood pooling between your skin. Relaxing your grip ever so slightly, you find pin sharp thorns running down the stems where you were gripping. The fleshy meat of your palm is punctured cleanly in the shapes of the thorns. Was it left unclipped on purpose?

The card is the next thing you find with bloodied fingers, rumpling white cardstock and soiling it without a care.

To our beloved player,

We deeply apologize for the pain we have caused you and beg for your forgiveness. We will make sure to atone for our sins of harming you.

~H

The initial and the bouquet is too obvious of who it's from. Riddle must've penned it, because none of the card soldiers would ever write this formally. But it must've been Cater's idea to send the bouquet–Trey nor Riddle would've come up with such a sentimental and sappy idea. And Ace and Deuce would rather die than do such a cringey thing. 

The door opens again behind you. You turn to see a half-awake Grim groggily yawning. He stops once his blue eyes land on the bouquet in your hands.

"Whazz that?" He points a paw at the rumpled roses, and you hastily shove them behind your back. 

"Nothing." You say.

Grim makes a face before finally breaking the awkward silence with, "Do ya want me to go tell 'em off–"

"No." 

The answer is rushed and makes Grim's eyes widen. It's crazy, you know. But to have Grim try to solve the problem for you doesn't sit well with you. It's not like it's his fault for what you went through.

And maybe, deep down, you couldn't bear the thought of telling them nasty insults and curses to make them hate you more.

"I'll take care of it." You add, trying to reassure Grim, who only stares impassively. He shakes his head.

"Am I making another fire?"

"...if you can, please."

ii. The Morgue

It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve been brought to Twisted Wonderland. 

Yuu’s…body has been moved to another room. It freaks you out more than you would like to admit. It’s familiar, yet it’s not. It’s carved to your image, but with none of your personality. There’s something wrong with the way its eyes are tilted, the dip of its cheeks, the curve of the chin. An idealistic, dreamy mirror of yourself.

Still. You’ve seen many dolls in your lifetime, and even you cannot deny the life like artisanship. The seams of the joints are cleverly hidden and the skin is smooth and unfettered without any misshapen resin(or clay?)–these are marks of a true doll-maker.

“It’s your vessel.” Grim had said with a matter of fact tone. As if you weren't looking at an unmoving human body. “Everyone was freakin’ out cuz’ it just shut down outta nowhere.”

It must’ve been because you were brought here at that moment. The hypothesis doesn’t really make you feel any better. You should know better than to blame an inanimate shell of a vessel, but... 

You jerk awake, cold sweat running down your neck and face. It takes a second for you to realize you're not being encased in burning scarlet flames and it's not claustrophobic verdant green hedges surrounding you. The bed sheets are tangled, wrapped in a chokehold around your legs and torso. Instead of translucent leaves, the bed canopy curtain shields you from the moonlight pouring in. The soft snores of Grim sync with your ragged breaths in time.

Tonight's nightmare had been recurring for a while. Every single time you thought you had shaken it off, it comes back like a bad omen.

Instinctively, your hand runs over the bumpy raise of scars running down your back and neck. Most of them had faded with magical treatment and time, but there are some that still have rough skin that has hardened like scales on a dragon. 

Your fingertips curve inward and dig. 

You thought you were safe. The rose maze is large and encompassing: hiding would be the best move. You breath in–

– and you were face to face with the Crimson Tyrant himself.

His face contains no humanity, his eyes only reflect dark, dark anger and resentment. You thought you were staring into a never ending abyss. Something inky black catches your eye, and you realize with horror that blot is trapping your feet and leaving stains upon your skin.

"Stop right there, imposter!"

Your nails scrabble at the bumps and raises, tearing through them with obsessive speed. Faster, faster–it doesn't feel right, you have to scrub your skin clean of those foreign textures.

Adrenaline is the only thing keeping your legs from collapsing to the blot climbing its way up. You have to do something–

–something wraps around your neck and torso, and all air leaves you as it squeezes and knife sharp needles gnaw into bone.

Your breathing grows more hoarse as your nails scratch faster and faster, desperate to remove more of those vile clumps of impurities. 

"You will suffer as Yuu did." The verdict is declared with deranged gleeful vengeance. The tyrant points his scepter at your fallen body covered in thorny vines reminiscent of roses. Blot swallows your form and screams whole–

It's only when the familiar smell of iron registers in your mind, that you finally snap back to your senses. When you finally draw your hand back to view, it's covered in clotted blood and torn skin, both dead and fresh, all clogged under your nails. The open cold air now makes your neck and back sting sharply as blood trickles out of reopened wounds.

It's with a heavy heart that you quietly leave the bedroom entirely to wash away the blood in the kitchen sink. Crimson dyes the white ceramic for a brief moment before swirling away down the drain. 

The wounds sting and ache, but you can barely be bothered to tend to them as you resign yourself to the living room couch with a thin blanket. You think of Grim sleeping unaware upstairs and close your eyes. The old weathered grandfather clock in the corner ticks on and on with each second.

No, you can't blame a puppet for functioning for its purpose.

But you could tear its limbs out of its sockets so it could never walk anywhere again. If you plucked out its fingers and eyes, it wouldn't be able to find its way around anymore. Sewing the mouth shut would seal the deal.

Then it would truly know how it felt to have no choice.

–

Working as Sam's assistant helps take the mind off things. Crowley had begged you to resume classes as Grim's 'beast tamer', but something in you screamed at the thought of having to shed your feelings aside to return to what normalcy was. As if this world didn't run on the giant malicious cogwheels of fate and lines of code.

How painfully obvious it is that your mere presence is just a substitute. 

"Ah!" 

You look up from sorting products on the shelves to a surprised looking Riddle Rosehearts. No no no no–

You take in his sunken gray eyes and pale skin, before going back to shelving products. It takes strength to play dumb. Your shaking hands betray the fear growing within as they sort through stationary merchandise. Finally, the products are lined up neatly and you're trying to bustle away as quickly as you can–

"W-wait!" You try to ignore the half whispered plea, moving behind the counter with an unnatural speed. 

"Please, wait, I need something!" You do stop, because unfortunately, you can't completely ignore a customer in need. So you take a deep breath and grit your teeth, turning around with a polite smile. Stare straight ahead. Think not of smoldering flames and knife like rose thorns–

"What can I help you with?" He stares into your eyes, frantic and desperate. It's clear with the way his mouth opens and closes that he wasn't sure how to continue his case.

"If you aren't sure, take your time to browse, dear customer." The grin was starting to wear on your cheeks already with how much you struggle to keep it in place. 

Please just leave, you internally beg. You settle behind the counter, watching as Riddle bows his head and disappears among the shelves for his items. A tired sigh leaves your nose. 

Your hands keep shaking no matter how hard you clench and unclench them. 

He can't hurt me here. 

Sam is just a yell away and there's mace and a knife in your bag underneath the counter. 

It'll be fine. It's not the Tyrant.

A clink of glass catches your attention, as some ink bottles are pushed on the counter. 

"I've finished." Riddle's smoldering eyes choke you under their hues.

"I'll ring that up, then." 

The exchange happens quietly yet as you hand him the bottles, he pauses, looking down. "What happened to your hand?" 

Shit. There were still obvious swollen scratches and puncture holes imprinted on your hand. You completely forgot about bandages after Grim caught you with the bouquet the other day. You quickly hide your hand in your pocket. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He seems to want to say more, but is cut off when someone else comes up behind him, waiting to pay for their items. He only swallows hard and nods, setting out with only a guilty look back.

You finally breathe out a long sigh of relief when the door chimes echo behind him.

-

"That'll be ten thaumarks and thirty madols." 

This is the fifth time Riddle's shown up during your shift and bought ink. This time, it's a deep crimson color not unlike the shade that saturates his dorm. It reminds you of torn skin on nails from that night, and it takes a minute to shake those thoughts off as you pick up the bottles.

"Prefect, could I talk to you after your shift ends?" You turn to fix him with an incredulous stare, and he grimaces.

"I promise I won't harm you! Did you not get our letters?" But how can I trust you? On this cracked chessboard you are forced to play upon, you don't know where to place Riddle at all. He is too much of an unstable bomb that could blow up in your face at the wrong impression.

"Fine." He definitely won't back down until you agree to hear him out, and it's best to let him state his case once and for all. "My shift ends in an hour. I'll meet you outside."

"Excellent. I shall wait for you then, prefect." He takes his bag and leaves with a small bow.

The time passes all too quickly. Sam shoos you out before you can try to coax some overtime hours from him. And much to your annoyance, Riddle is waiting for you promptly as you step outside.

He looks nervous as he bows his head in acknowledgement of your presence. You'd almost feel bad, if it weren't for the fact that he nearly beheaded you at first sight.

"Have you received our recent letter and flowers?" A long silence follows, before you reluctantly nod. Your hand throbs as you open and close it out of habit. You just removed the bandages this morning, but the unbearable itch to reopen the scars is too tempting. Steel eyes are immediately drawn to the movement. "I see. Then I won't drag this out. Prefect, could we prove to you our sincerity to make amends?"

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly as I said. Please let our dorm express to you our sincerity to mend our relationship." The intensity of his eyes makes you sick to your stomach.

"You've apologized enough, Housewarden Rosehearts. I'm sure your card soldiers have too." Subconsciously, your hand drifts toward your neck.

He winces. No doubt it must be a sting to his pride that his numerous penned letters weren't acknowledged. "It's not just about apologies. We want to start over–turn over a new leaf, if you will, for our relationship. It would be a disgrace to the Queen of Hearts herself if I could not atone for what I've done."

Always with the rules. You're not entirely sure what Riddle means when he says 'mending your relationship', but it seems he's already set his mind to it. It would be hard pressing to get him to change his mind now.

"...sure." You reluctantly acquiesce. The tips of your nails brush against scarred skin before drawing back. You shouldn't. It took so long for the wounds to close again, for sinew to piece itself together, and for skin to finally grow back. You don't want another lecture by Crewel or Trein.

He brightens considerably with a look of relief. "Good. Then, please wait for our call." 

You watch in confusion as he trots off hurriedly after another deep bow. Wait for our call? What does that–

Something buzzes, and you realize it's your phone, lighting up with a notification from Magicam. You frown, tapping on the icon. A message? 

cay4cay sent a message request

The second you processed the username and profile picture, you instantly hit the block button. With a frustrated scowl, you shove the phone into your pocket. You deleted Yuu's account and only had a burner account for info purposes. How the hell did that social butterfly find your handle?

You groan. This is all too much.

iii. Paying Respects

A letter arrives, but not by mail.

A jarring commotion rudely rips you from sleep's embrace. You groggily sit up, blinking once, twice, before realizing the noises were very much real and still happening. Who is this loud on a Sunday morning? Grim continues to snooze right next to you, unperturbed by the disturbances. You debate whether it's worth it to get out of the comfy covers. Then another yell echoes up to the room and you groan in annoyance. 

You slam the entrance doors open, ready to give the lecture of a lifetime before you stop in your tracks. 

Deuce Spade looks like he wants the ground to swallow him up whole. Even Ace Trappola, haughty asshole that he is, looks thoroughly ashamed to be caught in a compromising pose. The scene is so familiar that you can't seem to be confused. It takes a second of awkward staring from all three of you before you realize that you're still standing in your thin pajamas, out front in the public entryway in the cold.

"...May I help you?" The distant polite inquiry has them both flinching. They scramble to their feet, brushing off dirt and debris from their fist fight. 

"We're very sorry!" Deuce bows deeply, while Ace scoffs and looks away.

"Housewarden Riddle told us to give you this, so…" Ace shoves a white envelope with a seal boasting a crown insignia into your hands. The Queen of Hearts. You exhale through your nose. So this is what Riddle meant earlier.

You open the envelope gingerly, carefully inspecting it as if it were some kind of trap.

"We're going to have a party soon." Ace is still determinedly avoiding your eyes. "You can come…if you want."

You hold back a sardonic chuckle. Even after everything that's happened, he's trying to act like some kind of cool, suave guy. Your eyes drop down again and you open up the flap to reveal the elegant crimson cursive that decorates the paper.

You're cordially invited to Heartslabyul's monthly tea party. Please send your response ASAP.

Date: XX/05

Time: 14:00 - 17:00

A silence lingers in the air, heavy as a rock. You can tell without looking that the two were holding bated breaths waiting for your reply.

This certainly was out of the blue. But. It was Ace and Deuce. Riddle may have issued the order, but they must've taken initiative in delivering her majesty's decree. Stubborn and tenacious, yet they were still endearing with their loyal friendship. Who in this world would run across a whole desert for you?

That wasn't for you though. The intrusive thought immediately makes your lips thin. The card soldiers shift at the subtle expression change, nervousness painted all over their faces.

You would be lying if you said you weren't curious. Why an invitation to a tea party? It was rather unlike Heartslabyul–or at least most of them–to be indirect like this.

"Sure. I'll be there. I can bring Grim, right?" You flip over the card and envelope, raising an eyebrow at their stunned faces.

"Wait, you serious?" Ace stutters. His ruby eyes blink rapidly as his mouth gapes open. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes.

"Why would I waste my time lying to you?" You sigh, crossing your arms. Granted, you never did send any response back to that ostentatious bouquet, but you were already preoccupied with the hundred of other letters and packages flooding your mailbox. 

"In that case, of course Grim can come!" Deuce says, looking like he's been released from an entire burden off his chest. It was no doubt plaguing him on what your answer would be.

"Great." You wave a careless hand, turning to close the door. You're so ready to go back under soft bed covers. "You can give my answer to your housewarden. See you then."

A hand grabs at your arm and tugs you back suddenly. You turn and open your mouth–

"You! You're the one that caused Yuu to shut down!!"

Wind blasts past you, leaving a thin trickle of blood down your cheek. Eyes wide, all you can do is stare at furious crimson eyes glaring you down.

"-Hey!" 

Those eyes. It's the same bloody crimson. The same sharp glint of raw bloodlust. Your right cheek aches terribly. Cold sweat runs down your back. Try as you might, you cannot suppress the reactive instinct to flee.

"Don't touch me." Your terse response has Ace retracting his own hand immediately. 

"S-sorry, sorry–" He’s scrambling to get past his mistake. If you were in a better state of mind, you would've laughed at his genuinely flustered state. "I–I didn't mean to grab you like that, it’s just that–"

"We also have something else.” Deuce cuts in, trying to cover for Ace’s blunder. He shoves something warm under your nose, and it takes a hot minute to process what you’re smelling. 

Lavender. The cookies within his hands are simple and aren’t decorated, but the buttery floral aroma they emit leaves you salivating. You slowly take it from his hands, staring at the carefully packaged bag. 

“...From Trey,” Deuce offers hesitantly after seeing your surprised expression. His tight expression and stiff posture betrays the way he is attempting to look respectable. “He's wanted to send you something for a while now.”

For a while? His dorm mates were all clambering to get any crumb of response from you. He might've had the manners then to understand that you wouldn't be delighted to hear from someone who only watched from the sidelines as you were being attacked. Did he only wait because his beloved housewarden didn't move yet? How typical.

“Tell him thanks for me.” The two of them shuffle their feet while exchanging glances at your freezing cold tone. 

"Don't mind us, prefect." Deuce elbows Ace, causing the red head to click his tongue and glare back. "Sorry for bothering you like this–we'll get going now!"

The two actually leave without more fuss, leaving you to twirl the invitation in trepidation.

When you look down again, the flowy calligraphy has been smudged by your fingers, ink blooming on your skin like blood.

–

"What does one wear to a tea party, Sam?" 

The question slips out before you know it, making the store keeper turn around and raise an eyebrow at you.

"And why is our little imp curious?" He teases. At your unamused face, his face splits into a garish grin.

"Perhaps you should ask Professor Crewel. After all, he does have quite the fashion sense." Sam strokes his chin in thought. "While we do have some outfits here, it might be best to get advice from someone who has been to these kinds of events."

And so, you find yourself standing in front of an indifferent Divus Crewel, who takes one look at you and takes another drag from his fashionable cigarette holder. He continues to shuffle through papers, all the while shaking his head.

“I should’ve known Sam would be the one to send you.” His voice sounds annoyed, yet carries no weight of anger. Much like how his bark is worse than his bite, Crewel isn’t one to heartlessly turn you away. “A tea party, you said?”

“Sam recommended that I go to you since you have more experience in this sort of thing.” Crewel does another critical once over of you, no doubt estimating your measurements for the look he’s thinking of. As expected of a former Pomefiore housewarden. He seems to already have an idea of what outfit would be best.

“I’ll help you, but you’re running some errands for me first, pup.” 

You shouldn’t have expected anything less from the alchemy professor. Now you’re stuck picking out ingredients in the botanical garden while you’re waiting for him to get the materials together for your outfit. 

Of all the botanical zones, it just had to be the tropical zone. The harsh artificial lights shine down as you lean down to pick herbs. While the temperature is bearable, you don't know how much more sweat your outfit can take before it gets soaked completely. The humidity is choking, and you feel dizzy from both the moisture and heat clouding your senses.

“Prefect?” 

You look up wearily from basil plants to see Cater Diamond in his labwear, with a face that mirrors your stunned expression.

Give me a break. Immediately, your awkward customer service smile falls in place. First her Majesty, then Tweedle Dee and Dum, and now the March Hare? But Cater knows how to read the room. Maybe he'll know to let it go–

Your hopes are dashed as he immediately bounces up to you with a grin. “Didn't think I'd run into ya like this. Whatcha doing here?”

“Er, Crewel wanted my help with getting him ingredients…” This conversation was quickly swerving into awkward territory. “Why are you here?”

“Ah, you know…” Cater chuckles sheepishly, “I got assigned to water the plants…”

You take notice of the steel watering can in his gloved hands, then the long green hose by his boots. “Ah.” 

“Guess that means we’ll be working together!” He chirps cheerfully and you cringe. Seven, anything but that! You quickly turn back to your basket and begin to pick up the pace in harvesting the basil. The quicker you finish, the faster you can get out of this deathly awkward situation.

“By the way, Acey and Deucey wouldn’t stop chatting about you accepting our invitation!” You flinch as Cater idles up next to you, using the hose to spray a generous amount of water over the patch of herbs. “It was pretty cute to see, y’know.”

“R-really?”

"Trey was also glad too. He and Riddle have been planning to make it the best tea party ever," he mock emphasizes. "They've been running the dorm ragged over the party deets. Cay Cay's been so busy with planning stuff!"

"That's not really necessary…" A feeling of guilt worms into your guts for a moment. You squash it. What Riddle and the others do is none of your business and no obligation of yours. 

"Right? That's what I said too!" Is he implying that you're the reason there's more work than usual? How shameless is he?

After a good minute of dead silence, Cater pipes up again.

"Sooo, prefect, whatcha been up to lately?"

You can't take it anymore. 

“Why are you talking like I have a gun to your head?” 

Ever since he made his presence known, he's adopted a high pitched cheery tone that grates on your ears. It was akin to a customer service voice, but you know Cater. That's his influencer speak.

Cater's chipper smile vanishes instantly.

"Whaaaat?!" You catch a glimpse of his snaggle tooth in his exclamation. He quickly turns and moves to water a patch of sprouts further away, "Like, what are you even talking about? You know ol' Cay Cay's just trying to lighten the mood!"

More like he's desperately trying to appeal to you. He knows which attitude will get him the most views, and the best expressions to rake in likes and comments. You often thought that trait was endearing in its own way when you saw him as a fictional character. Now that you're dealing with him as a human being, it just pisses you off to no end. How could he? You know Cater isn't known for his genuineness but….you thought he would at least act his usual aloof casual self. Then you would know that it wouldn't matter if you offended him.

The straw basket is finally filled with everything Crewel asked you for. It's with dirtied skin and sore muscles that you turn towards the exit without sparing Cater a glance.

"If you say so, Diamond." You hurl the words like a molotov cocktail, and it's very effective. Cater's eyebrows twitch and his hands clench around the watering can. It's one thing to call him by his last name, it's another to completely blow off the nickname he blatantly shoves onto you. "See you later at the party."

“Wait, wait, time out for a second!! Can you at least unblock me on Magicam?” The last sentence makes you freeze in your tracks.

When you turn around, Cater’s somehow still smiling that insincere smile of his. Your neck prickles with dread.

You trust me now, right? His crinkled lime green eyes gleam.

You're not fooled. He is desperate to appeal to you not from genuine adoration, but rather guilty obligation. Although he tried to scrub it from his Magicam profile, you saw the blurry reels and pictures of you fleeing for your life. The detailed descriptions underneath. Each one boasting deliberate timestamps meant for best exposure. He put a bounty on your head with his own hands.

Two can play at that game.

"Block you? I don't have a Magicam account," is your dry response. Cater continues to smile as his eyes close.

"Really? I swear that it was you…" His lips jut out in an insincere pout, tilting his head. You shrug apathetically, hoping the conversation runs itself dead.

"Well, if you do make one, hit me up okay?" Cater calls out after your retreating back.

Once you're in the school corridors and catching your breath, you dig your phone out with shaky hands and pull up Magicam.

Hitting delete account has never felt more relieving.

–

The outfit, in your quiet opinion, was not worth the mental gymnastics you had to do in the botanical garden. Not that you were going to say anything to the very teacher who has been known to treat his students like barking dogs.

"It should fit just fine," Crewel smooths out the crinkles in the fabric before handing it to you. "Go on now. Try it on."

A simple white with a red ribbon bow tie and black slacks. It was rather simple, which is just fine. You didn't need or want to stand out in this party. But you certainly didn't want to end up looking like a slob either. This suit your needs quite nicely.

Smoothing down your shirt, you give a spin as Crewel looks on unimpressed. He waves you off with a dry "Don't expect me to do any more favors for you, pup." You mischievously grin and wave him goodbye as you trot off with your clothes in tow.

The last rays of the sun sets the hallway ablaze with orange and yellow hues. You hum as you take the familiar pathway back to Ramshackle. With everything crazy that’s been going on lately, it gets too easy to be swept up in the moment. As you watch the shadows flicker between the stone pillars, you slow down to observe the scenery for a bit.

The sunset catches a glint and reflects bright white for a moment. You blink and it’s gone when you focus. You stop, confused at the intrusion. 

A loud click echoes behind you, but when you whip around, there’s nothing but the empty hallways.

You stand for a moment in place, waiting and listening apprehensively. Nothing else happens, and it’s with cautious paranoia that you turn around and start speed walking.

iiii. Funeral

It would be impolite to show up to a party without something.

But now as you're standing before the mirror leading to Heartslabyul, you're having second thoughts.

What if it isn't good? You glance down at your box containing the simple custard puddings you were able to make just last night. You didn't really have the skills to make complicated sweets and the puddings only took three ingredients. And your outfit, what if it isn't up to the Queen of Hearts' rules–

"C'mon, [First]! Or else the food will be gone by the time we get there!"

You breathe out a giggle. "I don't think anyone can beat you on your eating speed, Grim."

"You don't know that!" He hops up and down impatiently, waiting for you to adjust the box in your hands.

Right, who cares about any of that?

You follow your companion through the warped glass.

The fresh spring breeze graces you first, then the refreshing scent of flora, and finally, the warmth of the sun on your skin. When you open your eyes, the stretch of viridian green pastures and vibrant flowers greets you. The land of Heartslabyul is as picturesque as you remembered on screen. It feels unreal.

And waiting for you at the end of the path is the very first dorm you've befriended.

"Weird. Where's everyone at?" Grim grumbles, ears twitching in irritation.

The entrance is completely devoid of any human presence. You don’t sense anyone in the building either, which is completely strange. 

Grim's right. Where is everyone? For an incoming tea party, wouldn’t there be various students rushing in and out for the preparations?

“Perhaps they’re in the maze?” You glance warily over to the tall hedges that bloom with beautiful roses. “Should we wait?”

“Ugh, that’s so rude of ‘em to keep us hangin’ though! I say we go lookin’ for them. Who knows how long we gotta stand out here!” Grim shakes his head, distraught at the thought of having to wait for his food. "Let's go to the kitchen!"

"You just want to see if you can eat something." You tut at Grim's scheming face. 

"Mya, so what?!" He yowls. "I'm going and you can't stop me!"

"Grim, wait–" You call anxiously, but your companion is already scampering off into the dorm. You're left with no choice but to take a deep steadying breath and press on. 

But the kitchen room is also empty when the two of you pop in. However, it seems like it was used recently, if not for the smell, then the sight of various dishes laid out on the counter would have clued you in. You sneakily compare your puddings to the spread laid out before you and wonder again if it isn't too late to put them away in a dark corner.

"What do you have there, prefect?" A low voice breathes in your ear. 

You and Grim shriek in tandem, with you almost fumbling and dropping your box and Grim’s signature sharp nails digging into your shins.

The looming presence behind you is revealed to be Trey Clover, who has an apologetic face after spooking the two of you. At least he is conscientious. 

"My bad, my bad," he chuckles, "I should've been more obvious about my arrival." He places a steady hovering hand behind your back. Just barely touching, yet close enough to feel its heat. Embarrassingly, the feeling is soothing enough that you can't find it in yourself to pull away.

"Sheesh, for real! You took some of my life with that, y'know Trey!" Grim hisses, detaching his claws from your poor legs. Trey only laughs and ruffles his head.

"I’m sorry about that Grim. Anyway, you guys came just in time," Trey begins to transfer the dishes onto a wheeled cart. "Food just needs to be carried out and the tea party can begin—but you have something, don't you?"

Regret seeps in when you think of your sad puddings next to all these gorgeous pastries and appetizers. 

“Uhm, I don’t think it’s really needed since you got all this,” you laugh sheepishly as your hands automatically hide the box behind your back.

“No way.” Trey’s smile is warm but firm. When he gently guides your hands to give up the box, you can’t find it in yourself to protest. “It can’t be that bad, since you made it.”

You're struck silent, and Trey immediately takes advantage of your state to press his hand to your back to usher you forward. His fingertips graze your side, and for a second, you swear his lips quirk into a smirk.

You follow alongside Trey as he pushes the cart out through the door.

"By the way, I'm happy to hear you liked the lavender cookies." You look over to see the baker smile warmly. "I would've tried something with the candied violets I had, but I ran out just as I was making them." He sighs as he shakes his head.

Something with the way he's worded it makes it sound like there was more to the story, but you don't care enough to pry further. Trey's golden orbs slide to meet yours discreetly, and you realize he's waiting for you to respond. You murmur an apathetic response back, and he visibly droops.

It's a long, quiet walk through the rose maze.

It seems your arrival with Trey threw everyone off guard. You don't know why they look so alarmed: the venue looks absolutely resplendent. Colorful lanterns dot the tree lines, swinging back and forth cheerily with brightly colored flags. The long table is draped with fine cloth embroidered with intricate lace patterns. There's not a single wrinkle to be seen in the fabric. And the rose bushes, blooming with both red and white roses, are pruned cleanly, not a leaf or branch out of place.

It is a tea party fit for the Queen of Hearts.

"And the guest of honor is finally here!" Easygoing as ever, Cater calls out jauntily to you both. He seems to be the only one not visibly panicking. "Trey, what took ya so long?"

"Had to get the dishes here, you know." He shoots a knowing glare at Cater, who flinches with a sheepish smile. "Someone was supposed to help me, which would've made it a lot faster."

Ah. Cater giggles nervously while twirling his hair. Ace and Deuce exchange disbelieving looks before shaking their heads. 

“Welcome, prefect.” Riddle greets you with a stiff bow. "And Grim." He hastily adds, seeing your companion’s face twist sulkily. The action makes you smile, if only for a moment.

“We’ve been waiting forever for you, Yuu—” Deuce jabs an elbow sharply into Ace’s side, making him cough and sputter mid sentence, but the damage has already been done. Another awkward silence reigns as everyone’s fearful faces are directed at you, trying to figure out how to best traverse the conversational minefield. 

“W-What Acey meant to say is–” Cater is cut off immediately.

"Uh, er, come to think of it, what's your actual name?" Deuce is the one who pushes forward despite everyone else’s horrified looks. As if he had uttered a profane exclamation.

"My…name?" You echo back. 

Right. Since all they knew was the puppet, they didn't know your true name. Heavy silence hovers in the air, even Grim was looking at you in anticipation.

"My name is…" Something chokes your throat. Reluctance? Or fear? 

"[First]. [First] [Last]."

They mutter it among themselves, tasting the syllables and weaving the rhythms of the letters. How strange. With sugar coated lips, their voices ring like church bells for prayer. You're born anew, for the way they look at you is enough to make your heart soar for several fleeting seconds. 

For a brief moment, you could believe that you were with your Heartslabyul again.

The tea party begins like a baby animal: slow, unsure, and always in danger of stumbling to the ground. But it’s Heartslabyul, and who else would know how to best host a party for its guests?

By the time the tea is being poured into your cups, a steady conversation has started naturally flowing between all of you.

“Is there something the matter?” Riddle asks for the nth time as he worriedly gazes at the way your eyes stray to the hedges and whimsical decorations beyond the table.

"Oh uhm…” You hesitate, still not meeting Riddle’s worried face. “Why are the roses both red and white? I thought one of your rules is that tea parties always have white roses." 

Riddle exchanges a look with Trey at your question. 

"That is true, [First], however…" He pauses, before continuing with a determined look. "Red and white roses are customary for parties celebrating with new friends."

“New…friends?” Your hand is frozen at your teacup.

Something fiercely warm fills your chest. There's cautious hope glimmering in Riddle and Trey's eyes. That wasn’t fair. How could they say something like that and not expect you to react? 

The party ends on a light note unlike its stiff beginning. The soldiers gather to see you and Grim off, but once Grim scampers off with his leftovers in paw, her Majesty moves to your side.

“Prefect–no, [First], would you come again?” He asks. His hands are trembling, tugging at your sleeve timidly like a young child again. “F-For an Unbirthday party, of course!”

It’s a request that’s not selfish, you note. Her Majesty’s card soldiers look on expectantly behind their monarch, and it takes everything within you to not collapse. 

“Of course. I can’t wait for it already.”

Your heart weighs heavy. They do not know that the promise is an empty white lie. Though you cherish them, you do not wish to act the role of a doll whose purpose is to play house. 

When they looked at you with those pleading eyes, who did they see? 

Yuu, the puppet they adored for its safe default responses and supportive words?

Or you, the player who has their own flaws and biased personality?

It's okay, you reason.

They won't be able to tell the difference between clay and flesh.

v. Burial

You have a hunch about Yuu.

Only a guess based on many hypotheticals, but better than nothing.

If the puppet stopped working when you arrived, then shouldn't it go without saying that if you left this world, that it would return back to life?

The wooden door creaks open, stirring up dust and sending it flying into the air. You cough and sneeze, waving your hand to disperse the irritant. Serves you right. After all, you refused to step into this room since Yuu's body was hauled here. Didn't even dare to come clean the room. The dust settles and you can finally make out the puppet's silhouette from the waning light rays of the window.

It still adorns its proper NRC uniform, wrinkled in the spots where you had lifted it. It hasn't moved at all from its sprawled pose on the sofa. You remember the dread at realizing the only fitting school uniform you could possibly wear was on this puppet. It only cemented your resolve to break away from the puppet's image. Even if you had to resort to clearing out ancient closets and haggling with faculty, you'd rather take the raggedy shawls and worn flannel over the crisp blazer and button up the puppet wore. 

Its skin has become ashen gray, drained of any life. Old joints creaked in agony when you adjusted it to a sitting position for better examination. For a while, the both of you stare at each other.

Despair tugs at your mind. How long will you be trapped in this world? Has the Headmaster even done anything to help you get home? You snort. He couldn’t even bother doing anything when it was just the vessel. Why would that change now? 

Can you hear me?

The voice, so quiet yet clear, makes you whip your head around. No one's in the room. Are you finally going crazy?

You can hear me, right?

Is one of the ghosts playing a prank on you? You can't pinpoint the source of the voice at all.

I'm here–look!

With dread and fear pooling in your heart, your head turns slowly to meet the doll's eyes; whose pupils are now fixated on you.

The urge to scream and push away the doll is overwhelming. But in a world where the supernatural is natural, you suppose that dolls that can speak are the least impossible thing out there.

I can help you find your way home.

You swallow thickly. Pursing your lips, your grip on its arms tightens as you lean in. Something stirs, and it’s crazy, but you swear it hums in pleasure.

Listen to what I say carefully…

-

Decorations? Check. Refreshments? Check.

Outfits? Check.

So why does it feel like there's something missing?

"What's wrong, Riddle?" He turns to see Trey's concerned face. He gives an awkward smile back.

"I'm not quite sure, but something feels amiss." He explains, rubbing his neck. It's obvious enough to make him feel the familiar slivers of irritation slither through him. 

He tries to will it away. It's a good day, and there was nothing to be angry about. The player–no, [First]–had decided to give them a chance and agreed to come over to celebrate an Unbirthday party with them. Ace and Deuce are behaving as good, law-abiding card soldiers should be. The roses were saturated with dripping red, the dormouse had its nose smeared with jam–so what is this itch that won't go away?

"We can do a double check of everything again," Trey offers gently. “It shouldn’t take too long.”

Riddle shakes his head. “It’s almost time for them to arrive. I will not have them waiting on something that isn’t even a problem.”

“Housewarden~!” Speak of the devil. He turns with a frown at Ace’s loud shout, but it fades to a small smile when he sees you trailing after Ace.

"Hello, Riddle." You smile warmly at him, and his cheeks flush pink.

Wait. He stops. Have you ever called his name? He doesn’t have time to ponder this before he’s interrupted by Trey and Cater bringing in the food.

When everyone is seated and the party is in swing, he notices something.

“Is the food not to your liking, [First]?” He inquires as politely as possible, softening his tone to make it sound less accusatory.

You fluster, waving a hand. “Not at all. I’m just not that hungry right now.”

He decides to leave it, because it’s not as if it’s wrong, per se, if the guest wasn’t eating. He recalls Ace’s previous words to him.

“Housewarden, you really should loosen up a bit! Otherwise you’re gonna end up being a killjoy!”

He may be many things, but he is not a killjoy! Just because he was particular about certain things doesn’t mean he didn’t know how to let go.

But something feels off.

Then he realizes that while the conversation is flowing as usual, you are hardly speaking at all. You only speak when directly spoken to, and even then, it’s short, clipped responses.

He watches incredulously as you pour yourself a cup of tea and then drink it.

The golden scepter materializes in his hand as easily as breathing.

Everyone else reacts explosively, looking alarmed at the scene unfolding. Meanwhile, you merely stare blankly at the end of the scepter nearly several inches from your nose.

"Riddle, hold the phone, what are you doing?!" He barely hears Cater's frantic voice to his left. He's too focused on the way that…that thing is not reacting at all. 

"You. Where is [First]?"

It's silent for a moment, and then a disturbing crooked grin breaks out from its poker face. It starts cackling loudly and it makes his blood start boiling. 

"Start speaking or it's off with your head!" He screeches, scepter shaking uncontrollably in his hands.

"Boo, I was hoping you guys were stupid enough to fall for it.” The thing taunts, leaning back in their chair. 

Red fills his vision. How dare this thing use your visage and breath such vile words? Before he could register it, his arm swipes across. By the time his eyes clear and his breathing steadies, he's staring at a decapitated body that is mangled beyond repair. 

It takes another moment to realize he is not the only one who has raised their magical pen.

Trey is at his right, golden eyes dark as Riddle realizes he positioned himself to shield him. Cater mirrors Trey, but his arms are visibly shaking and his eyes keep switching from him to the broken body on the trimmed lawn. Ace and Deuce had positioned themselves to the backside, but they too, barely seem to be holding themselves together, clenched fists at the ready for physical blows.

“What…” he breathes, “is going on?”

The only answer he gets is the wind whistling through the grass blades.

He collapses to his knees as he fumbles with a body that has been torn asunder, but instead of flesh and bones, he only finds clay and chipped resin.

“What have we done?”

[shiratamahatsumiyo]

Vil Schoenheit with a sibling dating Neige and then coming out gay to him

Sibling! Schoenheit: *knocks on door*

Vil: "Who is it?"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "It's me, dear brother."

Vil: "Ah, you may come in."

Sibling! Schoenheit: *opens door* "Good afternoon."

Vil: "Good afternoon. May I ask why are you here instead of attending your club activities?"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "To discuss something important with you."

Vil: "And does this discussion have anything to do with your academic performance? Professor Crewel talked to me yesterday and he said that you're failing his quizzes. Would you care to explain?"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "....."

Vil: "....?"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "....I'm gay, Vil."

Vil: "I know. Now tell me why are your grades below the standards' perfection?"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "It's alright if you don't understa- wait, what?"

Vil: "Are you deaf? I said why are your scores in--"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "No,no,not that. You KNEW I was gay? How?"

Vil: "Mostly due to my influence. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't strive to study."

Sibling! Schoenheit: "For how long?"

Vil: "As early as your freshman year."

Sibling! Schoenheit: "..."

Vil: "So Rook told me that you're dating someone without my permission..."

Sibling! Schoenheit: "ROOK!"

Rook, hidden under the window outside: "Oui?"

Sibling! Schoenheit, removes one of their shoes and throws it at Rook: "I SWEAR TO THE GREAT SEVENS, IF I SEE YOU AGAIN YOU'RE IN BIG TROUBLE!!"

Rook, dodges the shoe and leaves: "Ooh la la! A hunt between me and Roi du Toxique! In that case, I will prepare to be hunted! Au revoir!"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "WHY THAT SON OF A--

Vil: "Ahem!"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "... Baguette."

Vil: "I am guessing that this secret lover of yours is also the reason why you're failing?"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "No, it's not that..."

Vil: "Then you must be struggling whether to change yourself to suit your secret lover's horrible tastes?"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "You're wrong! Neige is--"

Vil: "Pardon?"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "U-umm... They are a good person?"

Vil: "I'm sorry but... I couldn't help but hear a certain name "Neige" coming from you."

Sibling! Schoenheit: "....I can explain---"

Vil: "GREAT SEVENS, SIBLING! SCHOENHEIT! HAVE YOU DROPPED YOUR STANDARDS?! I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU CHOOSE TO DATE HIM INSTEAD OF ANY OTHER MEN OUT THERE!! HE IS A MUCH WORSE INFLUENCE THAN EPEL!!!"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "...B-but he's a sweet and kind person with good morale... I cannot ask for a better lover--"

Vil: "PLEASE! THAT FRIENDLY AURA OF HIS IS NOTHING BUT A FACADE TO GET WHAT HE WANTS!! ONE DAY, YOU'LL UNDERSTAND THAT THE WORLD OF BEAUTY AND ENTERTAINMENT WILL CHOOSE HIM OVER YOU, AND YOU'LL STAY IN HIS SHADOW NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY!!!"

Sibling! Sibling: "Well, that's rich coming from someone who hasn't even seen his facade!"

Vil, about to Overblot a second time: "YOU DIDN'T EVEN CONSIDER HIS OBLIVIOUSNESS AND NAIVETY AS A PART OF HIS OVERLY HAPPY-GO-LUCKY PERSONALITY! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT HE MAKES LITTLE TO NO EFFORT OF WORKING HARD PAINFULLY EVERYDAY FOR THE SAKE OF BEAUTY?! HE. IS. NOT. WORTHY. TO BE CALLED THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF ALL!!!"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "Can't YOU see that he's trying to be himself?!... He didn't want to upset everyone that he's being overwhelmed by his own popularity... He perfected and keeps the smile on his face everyday to hide it all... He cares and loves me for ME. And I cherish every moment with him."

Vil: ".........."

Sibling! Schoenheit: "...It's okay, dear brother. Although I am choosing him... You're still the most beautiful of all."

Vil: ".....You mean that, Sibling! Schoenheit?"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "I mean every single word and I stay true to you as your sibling."

Vil, hugs them: ".....I forgive you."

Sibling! Schoenheit, hugs back: "... Thank you for understanding."

Vil: "........................"

Sibling! Schoenheit: "...................."

Vil: "I forgive YOU but I don't forgive HIM. I'll allow you to date him for a while but if he tries anything strange, come to me."

Sibling! Schoenheit: "Brother!"

Vil: "I stand with my statement. You cannot change my mind. Now that that's out of the way, what are you potatoes doing in my room?"

Ace: "...Huh?...."

Deuce: "... U-umm...."

Rook: "😊"

Epel: ".........Uhh...."

Jamil: ".....*sigh*....."

Kalim: "We thought that you're gonna Overblot again, so..."

Sibling! Schoenheit: "................."

Vil: "ALL OF YOU GET OUT."

[maythearo]

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" Give me a moment to check my notes here... 'death is more scared of you than you are of it'-? Hm. Well, that's not a lie..."

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Design notes:

[grim reaper Idia has meme potential. But anyway... ]

What to say about him 🤔 as much as his design was fairly obvious to an extent, I have no idea how I still managed to get stuck with it in the process lol. But in short, black colors and skeletons. Also I couldn't resist a big weapon since 1. I was watching a silent hill video while drawing this and Masahiro Ito's works are chefs kiss which got me inspired, and 2. It's cool. There is no practical reason whatsoever. Just a grim reaper signature image. But I could come up with a lore excuse later for the sake of it 🏃

I wanted for his hair to stand out more, so I tried not to overdo it in details and colors that could possibly be too distracting from it. In this universe I imagine his hair to change colors more often depending on his humor, kinda like Kiyomi Haunterly! Aside from her I also took a bit of inspiration from River Styxx for obvious reasons lwjdkwjdkeje speaking of which, I think it would be super cute if River was like a half sibling of Idia and Ortho!

About his personality in this AU, there's nothing much different than his og one, but one thing I think it's funny is how Idia being death itself mix strangely with his introverted personality. Imagine to be on your death bed, this guy appears and say "I'm here to take your soul" you can just say "no, screw you" and he'd quickly reply with an awkward "oh ok understandable have a great day"

Sorry I didn't have much to say about this entry compared to the other ones! It's just that his MH counterpart fit like a glove, and there's nothing I can say that haven't already been said before in canon 😫 also neither my brain nor my body have been functioning properly the last few days, and that is messing up with my creativity a bit!! BUT when I get out of this I'll make sure to post any additions to his character if I ever come up with more of them in the future!

[atierrorian]

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Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts • Your date gets ruined but you have a plan B🌺 • Falling asleep while having a study date🌺 • receiving a bento box from s/o🌺 • Being childhood friends and meeting again after years❁🌺 • Where the tyrant is obviously in love🌺 • Cooking for him🌺 • Bf headcanons🌺 • Receiving something from his s/o🌺 • Soulmate AU🌺• Comforting you (SMAU)🌺❁ • Past curfew🌺

Trey Clover • His sibling/cousin asking s/o to marry them🌺 • Making a dessert for them🌺 • Cooking for him🌺 Cater Diamond • Cooking for him🌺 Deuce Spade • Cooking daily for him🌺 • Starboy! Deuce🌺

Ace Trappola • receiving a box of homemade assorted sweets for Valentine's Day from his s/o🌺 • Realizing he has feelings for Mc during book 4🌺 • Giving them cute tasty treats to satisfy their jealousy🌺 •He confronts you through text(SMAU)🌺 Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar • His sibling/cousin asking s/o to marry them🌺 • Cooking daily for him🌺 • Childhood friends🌺 • Insecure S/o with scars on their legs🌺 • Comforting you (SMAU)❁🌺 • Giving them cute tasty treats to satisfy their jealousy🌺

Ruggie Bucchi • Komi Shoko!S/o🌺 Jack Howl • His sibling/cousin asking s/o to marry them🌺

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto • reaction to a S/o that can transfer physical wounds from a person to themselves🌺 • Reaction to their s/o peppering kisses all over their face • Comforting you (SMAU)❁🌺 • Giving them cute tasty treats to satisfy their jealousy🌺

Jade Leech • Reaction to their s/o peppering kisses all over their face🌺 • MC who turned them down because you already have a partner back in their world❉ • Komi Shoko!S/o🌺

Floyd Leech • reaction to their s/o peppering kisses all over their face🌺 • MC who turned them down because you already have a partner back in their world❉ • Receiving something from his s/o🌺 • Insecure S/o with scars on their legs🌺

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim • His sibling/cousin asking s/o to marry them🌺 • Comforting you (SMAU)❁🌺 • Starboy! Kalim🌺 • Komi Shoko!S/o🌺

Jamil Viper • His sibling/cousin asking s/o to marry them🌺 • reaction to a S/o that can transfer physical wounds from a person to themselves🌺 • receiving a box of homemade assorted sweets for Valentine's Day from his s/o🌺 • MC who turned them down because you already have a partner back in their world❉ • receiving a bento box from s/o🌺 • Making a dessert for them🌺 • Cooking daily for him🌺 • Giving them cute tasty treats to satisfy their jealousy🌺 • Komi Shoko!S/o🌺

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit • reaction to a S/o that can transfer physical wounds from a person to themselves🌺 • receiving a box of homemade assorted sweets for Valentine's Day from his s/o🌺 • Mc that's lazy and doesn't care for their appearance, 2🌺 • receiving a bento box from s/o🌺 • Model & Fashion Icon S/O🌺 • Comforting you (SMAU)❁🌺 • Favoritism🌺

Rook Hunt • Glad it's you🌺

Epel Felmier No dreams yet...

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud • Meeting someone that is the complete opposite of him🌺 • Ghost!Idia❉❁ • Comforting you (SMAU)❁🌺

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia • S/o telling the kids how they met Malleus🌺 • reaction to their s/o peppering kisses all over their face🌺 • MC who turned them down because you already have a partner back in their world❉ • Making a dessert for them🌺 • Cooking daily for him🌺 •Receiving something from his s/o🌺 •Comforting you (SMAU)❁🌺 •S/o being severely injured but acts like nothing happens🌺

Lilia Vanrouge • Random Scenario#1🌺 •Being Lilia's older sister❉ •Insecure S/o with scars on their legs🌺 •Dyeing his hair🌺 •Cooking🌺 •S/o being severely injured but acts like nothing happens🌺

Silver •Silver with a s/o like him❉ •Making a dessert for them🌺 •Receiving something from his s/o🌺 •S/o being severely injured but acts like nothing happens🌺

Sebek Zigvolt •receiving a box of homemade assorted sweets for Valentine's Day from his s/o🌺 •receiving a bento box from s/o🌺

Series: ⋆(Malleus)May you all sleep for Eternity~❉ ⋆(Riddle)Stuck in a Twisted Wonderland~! 1, 2, 3❉ ⋆Fairytale Madness- Prologue || Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia ||❉

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Welcome home, you're back where you belong.

Hello! Welcome to the blog that's spun off from my very rampant and fun AU! In this AU, Yuu or whoever you've named were taken from TWST into a different world as a kid or baby, only to return to TWST during the entrance ceremony. Now they have to renavigate a world that was lost to them with magic. You are more than free to just make up a Yuu for this or design your own version, anything is welcomed!

From these ideas can come comedy, due to whatever shenanigans the siblings get up to, and angst, you've returned home to see how much has changed around you. Nothing is concrete which allows for endless possibilities with this concept!

I will normally use Yuu for the sibling or child if they go unnamed in the ask.

Mod talks

Current Siblings or children:

Yuu Crowley - Crowley's kid [The-Broken-Truth]

Marcus Trein - Trein's son [The-Broken-Truth] Married to Azul

Darius Crewel - Crewel's son [The-Broken-Truth] Dating Vil

Canis Woods-Vargas - Vargas' son (Wolf beastman) [🔆 Anon]

Opening Ceremony: Heartslabyul

Domino Spade - Deuce's twin brother [🔆 Anon]

Roxas Hearts - Riddle's estranged older brother [The-Broken-Truth]

Emily Rosehearts - Riddle's sister [👻 Anon]

Trinity Clover - Trey's younger sister [🔆 Anon]

Dekker Diamond - Cater's brother [🔆 Anon]

Jacob Howl - Jack's older brother [The-Broken-Truth]

Nox Bucchi - Ruggie's older brother [The-Broken-Truth]

Hari Kingscholar - Leona's twin sister [👻 Anon]

Sundew Ashengrotto - Azul's younger sister [🍋 Anon]

Cordelia Ashengrotto - Azul's step sister (Not related to Sundew) [🦑 Anon]

Aquarium Ashengrotto - Azul's sister (Not related to Sundew or Cordelia)

Peridot Leech - Jade and Floyd's younger brother [🍋 Anon]

Toryn Leech - Jade and Floyd's older brother (not related to Peridot)

Jayden Viper - Jamil's twin brother [The-Broken-Truth]

Didem Bint Asim - Kalim's younger sister [🐧 Anon]

Honeycrisp Felmier - Epel's twin sibling [🍋 Anon]

Riley Hunt - Rook's younger sister [👻 Anon]

Desmier Schoenheit - Vil's younger sibling [🎨 Anon]

Sage Crewel - Crewel's daughter (Not related to Darius) [🦑 Anon]

Kit Honest - Fellow's younger sister [🔆 Anon]

Aoda Shroud - Idia and Ortho's brother [The-Broken-Truth]

Belladonna Shroud - Idia and Ortho's sister (not related to Aoda) [🍋 Anon]

Aurum - Silver's sister [🐩 Anon]

Cyrus - Silver's brother (Not related to Aurum) [The-Broken-Truth]

Dusk Vanrouge - Lilia's son [🔆 Anon]

Dawn Vanrouge - Lilia's daughter (not related to Dusk) [The-Broken-Truth]

Thornton Draconia - Malleus' brother (Related to Aurum) [🐩 Anon]

Vivienne Vanrouge - Lilia's wife (not related to Dusk or Dawn Vanrouge) [🕊️ Anon]

Ceceri - Sam's little sister [🫧 Anon]

Mayet Artemiyevich Pinker - Che'nya's adopted older sister [🪻Anon]

Oisin LeBlanche - Neige's half-brother [🪻Anon]

Nanette LeBlanche - Neige's twin sister (Not related to Oisin) [👻 Anon]

[lemonmaid]

I kinda imagine Vil as a borderline Almond mom/wine mom personality.

Arrange but happy marriage with Leona, who acts like those dads in those 90s rom-coms, "Yes dear 🙄" or letting you have his black card, "use your own money? No let daddy pay for it".

Imagine this AU where Vil was a successful actor and model in his younger days, now pushing forty a successful fashion designer.

Leona "was" the heir to a successful family business that had been around for a few centuries, but was cut off after the paparazzi took some compromising photos of him in college, causing his family to quickly cut him off and publicly denounce him. Giving him a wake-up call, he quickly studied law, graduating early, getting his own law firm where he has spent five years conjuring a 500-page defamation lawsuit and a will contest.

He and Vil met at a social gathering.

Leona rest against the wall, staring at everyone in the room, watching.

He did notice a certain blonde eyeing him since he walked into the room, but who wasn't? This is the first time he has been to a social gathering since the press release.

Leona took another sip of his glass, "Leona Kingscholar correct?".

Leona eyed the blonde, "Yeah, you're the actor right?".

Vil rolled his eyes, "Yes, Vil. Vil Schoenheit".

Leona shooked Vil's hand, before going back and looking at the crowd. Vil joined him on the wall, sipping his glass.

"Vil Schoenheit you say? Hmmm you don't suppose your the same Schoenheit who pushed his competition off the runway stage?" Leona side eyed.

Vil remained quiet, taking a huge gulp of his rosè, "allegedly".

Leona chuckled, "allegedly".

Vil smiled at him, "I come with a proposal".

Leona raised his eyebrow, "I'm listening".

The next month the two had the most extravagant wedding, competeing against Ashlynn and one of the Charming brothers.

Small imagined conversations:

Vil: "stop scowling, you're gonna get crow's feat".

Leona: "Yes dear".

♡

Vil: *getting ready for bed with five different creams on his face and using a quarz roller* " I mean, did you see what she was wearing tonight? Everyone knows you don't put brown on brown, you put brown on creme and then make it lighter, ugh it's like her PR team didn't even care- this was a black tie event".

Leona: *wearing his reading glasses, already in bed, reading papers* "mhm".

Vil: "Ugh don't get me started with the wine the event had, absolutely dreadful. Be glad Jamil wasn't there, he would've made a scene immediately".

Leona: "You're right dear".

Vil: "I know I am".

♡

*the two publicy shopping after getting married*

Vil: *grimacing* "who is your wardrobe manager? This isnt the 1970s- plaid suits are... bleh. Come Brioni is over on the corner".

Leona: *rolling his eyes*.

Vil: *looking at the store's around them* "if we ever have kids, I will rather then be caught wearing Louxs Vuxtton than ever wearing a... Jucci item".

♡

*their adopted sons Ruggie and Epel*.

The two were rough housing all day, to the point where they broke Vil's secound favorite mirror.

Vil: *eyebrow twitching* "just wait until your father gets home!".

*later*

Leona: *rubbing his temple* "How I both give you $50 bucks each to pretend to walk out of this room crying and you promise not to break anything for the next three months".

Ruggie and Epel are somehow being raised by the same parent but have different personalities. Epel is still fighting on everything; meanwhile, Ruggie acts like the sibling who is doing everything right but is constantly sneaky. (Just like their normal personas in the game but like they were raised by Leona and Vil).

Currently, Ruggie and Epel are banned from 54 country clubs, each time they ask the staff to call "daddy" (Leona) to bail them out. They don't wanna be embarrassed by their Karen like mummy (Vil).

*last time they asked Vil to get them*

Vil: "I'm sorry? What did you assumed they did?"

Staff: "sir, they both stole food from other people's tables".

Vil: "how were they supposed to know that wasn't theirs?"

Staff: "they... were labeled?"

Vil: "Oh please, we don't need this! My husband is a lawyer!".

Idk something about Mom! Vil and Dad! Leona raising Epel and Ruggie as their bratty, spoiled rich kids itches my brain.

[xiaomainlmao]

Rules for Requesting

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M.List

Genshin

Albedo

The White Prince- Albedo x gn!Reader

Genshin characters and S/Os with similar personality - Xiao and Albedo

Modern au! Albedo x (nerdy) reader drabble

A peck through the books... literally

Xiao

Genshin characters and S/Os with similar personality - Xiao and Albedo

Xiao x reader- Angst/Comfort (tw- suicidal ideation)

After the festival died down... - Xiao x reader

Scaramouche/ The Wanderer

"He just doesn't understand" - Scaramouche x reader

Wanderer x reader comedic hurt comfort

Tighnari

A peck through the books... literally

Tighnari teaching Cyno a few things about love with your help

Cyno

Cyno x reader royal! au

Cyno x Nilou x jealous! reader

Tighnari teaching Cyno a few things about love with your help

Kazuha

Midnight Rain

But... I want you

Childe

(hiatus, might release when I have more Snezhnaya lore lol)

Heizou

(none yet!)

Incorrect Quotes:

Wriothesly and Sigewinne

The Fontaine Siblings

Random

Just things I noticed between the genshin twins

High School hcs for the genshin twins

Xingqiu x reader

The 6th Harbinger- Signora

Genshin Characters and s/os with similar personality- Hu Tao

Multi Character Fics

For those... who's heart I broke (angst, no comfort)

How heated make-out sessions end with them (genshin and twst)

Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts

(none yet!)

Vil Schoenheit

Your Scars are also Beautiful (sh comfort fic with Vil)

Multi Character Fics

How heated make-out sessions end with them (genshin and twst)

Twst Dormleaders with a reader who fights very elegantly

Incorrect Quotes

Azul

Leona |2|

Idia

Vil

Overblot Boys Incorrect Quotes

Anime

Kazutora headcannons where Kazutora and yn are buddies at school, not knowing the other is a delinquent...

Miya Chinen as your little brother

Basketball Date with Shigino Kisumi

Baku Squad incorrect quote

Akashi: DID vs DDD

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@xiaomainlmao

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

-Twisted Wonderland Masterlist-

- Heartslabyul -

Riddle Rosehearts

~Dormheads with s/o that got in trouble for punching a bully. (Headcannons, Fem)

~Dormheads with an s/o that likes alcohol and to get drunk. (Headcannons, gn)

Trey Clover

~Thigh Riding

~Kink Headcannons

~S/o with anxiety headcannons

~Realizing they like Malleus' sibling and Lilia's adopted kid (Head-cannons, gn)

~Pillow Talk (Gn, reader has nightmare)

~Trey finding a partner at a ball (Gn, royalty Au)

~Burning Desires (Gn- afab terms, nsfw)

~"Come here, I'm horny" (Fem, headcannons)

Cater Diamond

~Sweet Tomboy s/o gets into a fight (Fem, headcannons)

~"Come here, I'm horny" (Fem, headcannons)

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

- Savanaclaw -

Leona Kingscholar

~Realizing they like Malleus' sibling and Lilia's adopted kid (Head-cannons, gn)

~Dormheads with s/o that got in trouble for punching a bully. (Headcannons, Fem)

~Dormheads with an s/o that likes alcohol and to get drunk. (Headcannons, gn)

~Reaction to s/o asking for light to be turned off during sex. (Headcannons, gn)

~Sweet Tomboy s/o gets into a fight (Fem, headcannons)

~Making reader squirt (Fem, headcannon and fic)

~"Come here, I'm horny" (Fem, headcannons)

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

- Octavinelle -

Azul Ashengrotto

~Dormheads with s/o that got in trouble for punching a bully. (Headcannons, Fem)

~Dormheads with an s/o that likes alcohol and to get drunk. (Headcannons, Fem)

~Tell Me You Love Me (Gn, Comfort)

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

- Scarabia -

Kalim Al-Asim

~Dormheads with s/o that got in trouble for punching a bully. (Headcannons, Fem)

~Dormheads with an s/o that likes alcohol and to get drunk. (Headcannons, Fem)

~Reader on period (Headcannons)

Jamil Viper

- Pomefiore -

Vil Schoenheit

~Realizing they like Malleus' sibling and Lilia's adopted kid (Head-cannons, gn)

~Dormheads with s/o that got in trouble for punching a bully. (Headcannons, Fem)

~Dormheads with an s/o that likes alcohol and to get drunk. (Headcannons, gn)

~Reader on period (Headcannons)

~Reaction to s/o asking for the light to be turned off during sex. (Headcannons, gn)

~Sweet Tomboy s/o gets into a fight (Fem, headcannons)

~Mirror sex with Vil (Fem)

~Seeing S/o with wet hair for the first time (Gn, curls)

~Making reader squirt (Fem, headcannons and fic)

~"Come here, I'm horny" (Fem, headcannons)

Rook Hunt

~Kink Headcannons

~S/o with Anxiety headcannons

~Realizing they like Malleus' sibling and Lilia's adopted kid (Head-cannons, gn)

~Rook w/gn reader that has a crush on someone in NRC. (Headcannons, gn)

~Seeing S/o with wet hair for the first time (Gn, curls)

~Rook with insecure reader (Nsfw, gn afab)

~"Come here, I'm horny" (Fem, headcannons)

Epel Felmier

~Sweet Tomboy s/o gets into a fight (Fem, headcannons)

~Seeing S/o with wet hair for the first time (Gn, curls)

- Ignihyde -

Idia Shroud

~Dormheads with s/o that got in trouble for punching a bully. (Headcannons, Fem)

~Dormheads with an s/o that likes alcohol and to get drunk. (Headcannons, gn)

~Shy Reader confesses to Idia. (Fem reader)

~Reaction to s/o asking for light to be turned off during sex (Headcannons, gn)

~Sweet Tomboy s/o gets into a fight (Fem, headcannons)

~Making reader squirt (Fem, headcannons and fic)

~"Come here, I'm horny" (Fem, headcannons)

Ortho Shroud

- Diasomnia -

Malleus Draconia

~Courting a forest fae headcannons

~Moonlights Embrace

~Dormheads with an s/o that got in trouble for punching a bully (Headcannons, Fem)

~Dormheads with an s/o that likes alcohol and to get drunk. (Headcannons, gn)

~Reader on period (Headcannons)

~Reaction to s/o asking for light to be turned off during sex. (Headcannons, gn)

~Making reader squirt (Fem, headcannons and fic)

~Where Malleus would kiss his s/o (Gn, headcannons)

~"Come here, I'm horny" (Fem, headcannons)

Lilia Vanrouge

~Kink Headcannons

~Courting a forest fae headcannons

~Midnight Madness (Yandere Lilia, gn)

~Hate makeup sex (War General lilia, fem)

~"Come here, I'm horny" (Fem, headcannons)

Silver

~Courting a forest fae headcannons

~Kisses with Silver (Short Fic)

Sebek Zigvolt

~Courting a forest fae headcannons

-My Ocs-

Cynder Lynn

~Relationship headcannons (gn, headcannons)

[liviavanrouge]

Schoenheit Siblings AU: Unusual Child

Livia(6): *Yawns, rubbing her eyes*

Vil(8): Father, she's falling asleep

Erik: *Hurries over surprised* Oh!

Erik: *Picks Livia up, patting her back* This always happens around this time, what's going on?

Livia: *Falls asleep, her back rising and falling*

Erik; *Pats Livias back then perks up, feeling bumps* Hm?

Erik: *Lifts up her shirt, finding little wings sprouting from her back*

Vil: *Flinches startled* What-

Erik: She's growing wings?

Erik: *Fixes Livias shirt* Why's she growing wings?

Vil: She's the definition of a mystery...why wings?

Erik: We'll find out when she's older, help me tuck her in

Vil: *Sighs* Alright...

@queen-of-twisted @zexal-club @teddymochi @yukii0nna @pekoetiikapu

[theraedar]

The Schoenheit Family 🍎👑

This is the vilorel siblings au I’ve been wanting to do for like a year now and I had so much fun drawing it!! I hope you can show them some love💜

[monochromefilms]

TWST ORIGINAL FAIRYTALES AU Character list

The original fairytale also contains the more twisted versions of a fairytale that I can find.

Each counterpart person is sorted by the dorms.

Names that are crossed out do not have a counter part. Or do not have a counterpart just yet. I will add more.

The cards named represents horoscopes. For Heartsylbul they also represent their assigned cards.

Heartsylbul

These students will also contain in their cards what they align with.

Riddle Rosehearts : Quenby Court Age: 17 Dorm: Rose Maze Status Socially: Head Butler, Vice housewarden. Status Familial sense: Family is Unknown. Younger twin. Cards: 2 of hearts, King of hearts, 5 of hearts. The Magician.

a 5ft 8in tall man with neatly combed white hair.

Quenby is the right hand man of Lady Rosetta. He acts as the king to his lady's Queen of hearts.

He is passive, poise, and calm. He is very passive. He simply acts loyal to his Lady Rosetta simply because he has too. It's also because he used to be a lowly servant until his twin and him were brought to her level. He doesn't want to go back any lower so he tries to stay as long as he can. He can be seen as the head butler or Vice housewarden. He has quite a short temper.

Trey Clover : Apricot-Sage (No last name) Age: 18 Dorm: Rose Maze Status Socially: Angel faced, Musically gifted Status Familial sense: Oldest son of three siblings. Cards: 2 of clubs, 3 of clubs. Wheel of Fortune.

A 6ft 2in feminine looking man with flowing locks of matcha and forest green tied with a white silk ribbon, his bangs decorated with a multitude of black bobby pins.

He is known to have terrible luck in any relationship deemed romantic in any sense or term even when the relationship isn't even romantic. His pathways in his life is to be blocked or stopped momentarily. With every good thing to come for him, another blocks him. He works under Lady Rosetta as a servant, he can be seen playing a harp or lyre in the Rose Maze dormitory's garden during unbirthday parties.

Cater Diamond

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spades

The students after this dorm with playing cards represent their horoscopes.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

Octavanille

Azul Ashengrotto : Ainsley Amphit Age: 17 Dorm : Coral View Status socially: Nurse assistant, Doctor, House warden of Coral View. Status Familial sense: Oldest born son out of two siblings. Cards: King of Swords, 4 of Clubs.

The 6ft 1in multi-tasker, doctor, and housewarden of Coral view.

His slicked back silvery-lilac roots with brown locks, sharp silver eyes, with his multitude of freckles. Under his surgical mask most hides his sneer.

He hates germs and mostly cares for another student, (Arielle based character). He is commonly seen alone in the infirmary. He has a cold demeanor and a slightly intimidating aura but he will help you for a price. Nobody knows what the price is, all they know is that it's a big price.

He is known to hide his face when he feels strong emotions or to run and hide.

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit : Narcissus Wunderbar Age: 18 Dorm: Aphrodite's blessing Status Socially: Head of Wunderbar company of Arts, Housewarden. Status Familial sense: First born son of his father's side, Oldest of two siblings and sons. Cards: 5 of hearts, The chariot.

The young head of The Wunderbar Company. He stands at 6ft 2in. with red-black hair and silver eyes. His hair reaches a bit bellow his shoulders in the latest styles. He dresses in the most fashionable outfits and has a face that can reach most standards of beauty.

When he talks, it always seems cold and unwelcoming. I swear he isn't, its just that he is paranoid of who to trust.

Rook Hunt : Marita Jaegar

Epel Felmier

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge

Silver

Sebek Zigvolt

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

Ortho Shroud

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Sim

Jamil Viper

Staff

Dire Crowley : Unnamed

Divus Crewel

Mozus Trein : Unnamed

Ashton Vargas

Sam

Other Characters

Yuu : Vi

Grim

Neige LeBlanc

Che'nya Pinker

Rollo Flamm

Lady Rosetta

Marie Amphite

Zephyr Atrite

Elio Giorno

Marcello Giorno

Aidean Grimm

Elliot Tran

Aster Lidell

Ann-Marie Lidell

[apompkwrites]

Hello! I really hope I ain't bothering ya, but what would Rook call reader in the Sibling!Au where they are Vil's younger sibling? I know that he calls Vil "King of Poison" im French, so im quite curious about what would he call them since I have been having Pomefiore brainrot recently lol

youre not bothering me at all even tho this ask was sent like... months ago ;-;

ok so going with canon black sheep, I can see rook calling lil schoenheit being called "petit(e)/monsieur beaute" or little/mr. beauty? bc I like the idea of rook acknowledging how beautiful lil schoenheit is even if the media deems their acting terrible (lowkey don't know what else he would call them D:)

but please i would love to hear what everyone else thinks :OOO

[fluffle-writes]

TWST × Gone AU Character Names and Ages

Some of these characters aren't canon characters due to some of the cast (e.g. Trey) are older siblings - so I gave some of them younger brothers/sisters.

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts - 13

Trey Clover - 14

Cater Diamond - 14

Ace Trappola - 12

Deuce Spade - 11

Clementine Clover - 9

Rye Clover - 6

Ava Clover - 2

Savannaclaw

Leona Kingscholar - 15

Ruggie Bucchi - 13

Jack Howl - 12

Cheka Kingscholar - 5

Marie Howl - 8

Morgan Howl - 8

Jesse Howl - 4

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto - 13

Jade Leech - 13

Floyd Leech - 13

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim - 13

Jamil Viper - 13

Namja Viper - 9

Aala Asim - 9

Rehan Asim - 7

Ebrah Asim - 2

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit - 14

Rook Hunt - 14

Epel Felmier - 11

Avery Hunt - 6

Darien Hunt - 4

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud - 14

Ortho Shroud - 10

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia - 14

Lilia Vanrouge - 14

Silver - 13

Sebek Zigvolt - 11

Other

Yuu - 12

Grim - 10

Artemy Artemyvich Pinka (Che'nya) - 14

Neige Le'blanche - 13