#that moment Trey Doodle Suited Riddle’s magic away

[merakiui]

for the fwb asks, "you're enjoying this way too much." with trey please? I am. frothing at the mouth <33

<3 forgive me for being indulgent with this. I wanted to include food play as well,,, orz please enjoy the tasty treat that is Trey's dick. >:D

(fwb dialogues)

In hindsight it was dangerous to do this in the Heartslabyul kitchen where anyone could walk in at any moment. But it's late into the night, and Trey had been kind enough to sneak you in on account of owing you a favor. That's all your relationship really is, truly. Just transactions. Mutual give and take. You help him relieve some stress (because Queen knows managing Riddle is an undertaking in itself) and in return he offers to pay you in sweets (and bodily pleasures, but the former is far more tempting).

You'd been expecting one of his renowned strawberry tarts or a slice of cake, so you're stunned when his lips lift into that trademark scheming smirk. He holds up a can of whipped cream next. Having known Trey long enough to decipher his tastes, it doesn't take a genius to figure this one out.

"You're crazy," you breathe, eyes wide.

"Just risky," he corrects, pushing his glasses up, because everyone's mad here. Moonlight catches on the lenses, shimmering back at you in a foreboding glint.

"We can't do that in here. What if someone walks in?"

Trey procures his magic pen from his pocket, pressing it to his lips. "I won't tell if you won't."

Right. Doodle Suit. Convenient.

"All right then. Get on with it," you concede after a short internal debate. The rewards outweigh the risk in this case. Something tells you Trey would bail you out even if you get caught. Partially because he'd be just at fault.

Trey grins. "Would you like to do the honors?"

"Absolutely. Did you even have to ask?"

Snatching the can from his hands, you squirt some on your finger for a taste while he works to fish himself from his pants. He works himself slowly in one hand, peering down at you after you've lowered to your knees. This isn't the first time you and Trey have fooled around with food and it certainly won't be the last.

You make quick work decorating his erection, unable to tamp down the delighted giggle when it twitches in response to the cool cream.

"Eager," you comment, finishing off with a dollop to his tip. You set the can on the tiled floor and admire your handiwork with an approving nod. "Do we have any cherries? Ooh, what about sprinkles?"

Amusement flickers on his face. "I've been meaning to pick some up. We used the rest of them last time."

"Aw. This'll have to do for now then." You press your lips to the head of his cock, swirl your tongue over it, and draw away with a mouthful of whipped cream. "It's still just as good."

Trey inhales sharply, grabbing at the counter behind him to brace himself. "Mm, yeah," he mumbles, clearing his throat. "T-That'll do..."

Scooting closer on the ground, you place your hands on his thighs and lean in again to lick a languid stripe up the underside of his shaft, gathering cream as you go. The motions come easily; you've had his cock in your mouth more times than you've truly studied for any of Professor Crewel's alchemy exams, a bad habit Trey's working to correct. To think you could retain information better when he's blowing your back out... Isn't that something?

Breathing through his nose, he tamps down the slew of sinful groans and instead grips the counter with more force. He's purposely holding back, whether for the sake of keeping quiet or because it's the build-up that entices him. You're not sure which it is, but you're determined to break him tonight.

Licking your lips clean, you look up at him through your lashes to assess the lustful haze glazing his eyes. Whipped cream spots your cheek; you pay it no mind and lean in and wrap your lips around him once more. It's sweet. There's definitely an innuendo to be found there, and Trey seems to notice it right away. He throbs in your mouth, painfully hard.

"You're enjoying this way too much," you say around the mouthful.

Trey chuckles, feigning sheepishness. "It's that obvious, huh?"

You pull away to speak more clearly. "It's cute."

"Not the adjective I'd use, but if it fits..." He laughs, shaking his head. Your word choices always enthrall him. Once you called him a midnight snack, a callback to previous times spent wrapped around one another. He doesn't mind it. Not particularly.

His fingers card through your hair to hold you firmly in place. "Sorry in advance."

"You don't mean that," you tease, and both of you know it's true. He likes seeing you choke on his cock. It's exhilarating.

You don't mind it. Not particularly.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Twisted Tarot XIV — Temperance

“Moderation in temper is always a virtue; but moderation in principle is always a vice.”

Temperance, Upright: balance, moderation, patience, purpose

Temperance, Reversed: imbalance, excess, self-healing, re-alignment

He walks the middle road in a world that is otherwise topsy-turvy. To others, he is a patient mediator, and to himself, he is but a “normal” individual. Though not highly opinionated or controversial, he must shatter that balance and spur into action when the occasion calls—else, temperance may be his downfall.

Reveal the Shape of thy Soul...

... Trey Clover!

“Riddle?”

Trey hovered at the threshold to his dorm leader’s room, unable to bring himself to cross out of politeness. His hesitant voice rang out hauntingly in the quiet. But the wails of his collared dorm mates still echoed fresh in his mind.

“Riddle,” he tried again, slightly louder this time, “it’s Trey. Can I talk to you?”

“... You may enter.”

Turning the doorknob, Trey let himself in.

Perhaps a terrified first year might have expected a landscape straight out of hell—flames running along the walls, items angrily smashed on the floor, and red-haired monster dwelling deep within the fiery chamber. But Trey knew Riddle’s room would be tidy and organized, the same as it always was. Books stacked in neat rows, everything labelled snd put in a specific order.

Riddle glanced up from his desk, mouth poised in a little straight line and brows knitted together. “It’s a bit late to be calling for a conversation. I hope it’s something important.”

“Ah, well...” Trey scratched the back of his neck. “It’s some of the students. They have a few complai... er, comments they wanted me to pass alo—”

Riddle immediately cut him off. “Again? I’ve told them time and time again: if they wish to avoid the collars, then they should not break the rules in the first place—and if they wish for the collars to be removed, then they need only heed my instructions.”

“I know.”

This was a discussion more beaten than a rose bush—a topic that brought Trey no more joy to bring up than it did Riddle. The students had had the beg for days before he reluctantly headed for their dorm leader. If the dorm was a rock, then Riddle was the hard place, and Trey was squarely wedged between two fiercely opposed sides with no hope of escape.

“Please, Clover-senpai...! You’ve gotta talk some sense into the dorm leader! He’s collared so many people.”

“He’s totally insane. So out of control...”

“I don’t know what to do anymore! I’m at my wit’s end.”

“If he’s going to keep being such a tyrant, I want to transfer out of Heartslabyul!! I can’t take this for much longer!!”

Trey took a deep breath. “Riddle, look. Everyone knows you have the best interests of the dorm at heart. None of us are doubting that.”

“I’m glad we all agree.”

“Some people are just concerned that it’s a little too... overbearing,” Trey continued, wincing at the final world, “especially the first years. A lot of them haven’t been able to read up on the Queen of Hearts’ rules yet.”

“That is not a valid excuse. You know this as well as I do.”

“Yes, but...”

Riddle’s face transformed at once, his large eyes adopting a frosty look. “If a robber steals money from a bank, they are still considered a thief, even if they claim to not understand that theft is a crime. Ignorance of the law does not excuse one’s guilt.”

“That’s true, but... I don’t know. It still seems a bit harsh to put a collar on so many students. A little mercy would probably be appreciated.”

“Trey.” Riddle abruptly stood from his seat. His frigid gaze had turned fiery, mouth wrenched into a firm frown and face beginning to redden. “Am I hearing this correctly? Are you taking their side in this?”

“No, don’t be ridiculous! I’m just... trying my best to see it from both perspectives. I don’t think anyone’s wrong; you both have your points.”

“They are clearly in the wrong,” Riddle spat. “Rules and laws exist to govern us and drive us to success. Without them, we would be a lawless bunch—and as for the call for clemency... one exception, they’ll all expect the same of me. I cannot afford to dole out such a thing.

“It is just as Mother said.”

A brief sadness swallowed Riddle—in in that moment, Trey didn’t see his dorm leader, nor a classmate. He saw a scared, small child, forlornly staring at stacks of books beyond a window.

A child that loved tarts topped by strawberries that shone like jewels. A little boy capable of laughing and smiling and dreaming like any other.

How easily those halcyon days had been crushed.

All because of a simple breach of the rules.

Trey preemptively opened his mouth to protest, but he caught himself and closed it again. His tongue anxiously ran along the inside of his teeth, words struggling to get out.

You know what he’s been through, his thoughts hissed. You know why he’s like this. Just let him be—indulge him for a little longer.

Silence stilled the room.

“There is nothing more to discuss then,” Riddle murmured, waving a hand. “If we are done here, then you are dismissed. I have an exam tomorrow to prepare for.”

“... Yes, dorm leader.”

The response had come out automatically. Deferring felt so practiced, so natural. He didn’t fight it, or rein the phrase in as it was leaving his lips.

Trey bowed his head, allowing the brim of his hat to hide his shamed expression—the frown, the crease to his brow, the sadness in his eyes. Without another word, he turned on his heel and exited, arms firmly at his sides as he briskly walked down a twisting hallway.

Up, down, left, right, this way, that way, and every whichway inbetween. Many stairwells, and many more potential paths.

And, as Trey made his way long his current path, he wondered if the middle road was truly the best option for him.

A clock sounded in the distance, ringing in midnight. The dawn of a new day greeting him. Trey’s path, illuminated in silver moonlight, led into a shady expanse of darkness.

Great Seven, help me.

[letmedisolveintomoss]

Using Unique Magics/Signature Spells as a tool to figure out how they'd Overblot: Tweel edition

Tw for: blood, betrayal, trust issues, and mental breakdowns

Floyd: Bind the Heart

Floyd's unique magic/signature spell shows us that he's a very protective person. Not only of himself, but (without going into spoilers) others. His action speak as loud as his words, and both say that he is full of love, and more quietly, concern for others (checking to see if you're having as much fun as he is, offering to help Ace and Deuce with colour magic, becoming fearful that Jade might have accidently hurt himself with his mushrooms, ect.). He also gets genuinely excited when people aren't afraid of him (re: union birthday).

All of this points to one very clear way that he could overblot: Someone he is very close to getting direly hurt in a way he could have directly prevented.

Now let's do a bit of an imagine, to paint a picture of how this might turn out:

Jade wasn't waking up. He was breathing, and his heart was beating, and you could mistake him for just sleeping, if it wasn't for the blood smeared across his face. Floyd hadn't been quick enough. If he had just been a little less lazy, like everyone told him he was, maybe Jade wouldn't be unconscious and bleeding in his arms. Magic shots ricocheted away from him, too many for him to count. Dark liquid started to pour from him as his magestone was overwhelmed. The voices of his parents clattered around his head, his mother's worried voice, his father asking him to protect those closest to him since he was strong. Floyd curled forward, holding his twin tightly.

"I wish I was able to protect you from everything" was the last thought he had before he blacked out.

Jade: Shock (to) the Heart

Jade is insecure and untrusting at the best of times. Addicted to praise, but he will only accept it if the person giving it doesn't know it's him. He expects everyone to lie to his face and to want to use him and leave him behind. He feels like he MUST make himself indispensable or he will be thrown out and abandoned. Shock the heart allows him, even if for just a moment, to alleviate his fears, to get good, honest, clarity, even if it's not what he WANTS to hear. He is a closed book, but wants to be able to read everyone else.

That's why I think there's a clear way that he could have a mental breakdown on a magnitude that could lead him to overblotting: Someone forces him to open up and reveal something about himself that he wants to keep secret.

Now you may be thinking to yourself "who could even do that to this slippery eel man?" Trey. Trey could. Trey not only has the ability to with doodle suit/paint the roses, but he is powerful though to as well- for the love of all that is good, he managed to take "off with your head" from Riddle WHILE he was overblotting AND had control over all of the students in Heartslayble. Add on the feeling of betrayal Jade would feel from Trey using Shock the Heart on HIM, and you've got a recipe for disaster.

[takuyakistall]

Don't get caught! | Riddle Rosehearts

Synopsis: While visiting Heartslabyul, you couldn't help but want to be a hedgehog after seeing the way Riddle is so fond of them and spoils them. But be careful for what you wish for! It might just come true.

Note: This was a request but the ask was too long so I just posted this on its own. I had fun writing this! It was a very cute idea and got carried away so this turned out longer than expected, I hope you enjoy it!

You weren’t sure if this was a good idea or not. You weren’t even sure if this plan would work but Trey and the other Heartslabyul first years insisted that it was going to work—or at least, they’ll try to make it a success. You had absentmindedly let out a random thought a few days about your hair, saying how curious you are about how you would look like in different hair colours and hairstyles. Trey’s unique magic immediately came into your mind, Doodle Suit, and you couldn’t help but comment on how convenient it would be if it could temporarily overwrite your appearance.

You felt bad for asking Trey a favour so suddenly but much to your surprise, he indulged you and said that it isn’t any problem. Of course, you knew nothing about the way his magic works and if it really isn’t a problem to him. Though you decided to trust his words and agreed to meet up with him in the Heartslabyul Dorm during the weekends. Grim, Ace and Deuce tagged along behind you as you entered the mirror to the dorm. Ace and Deuce wanted to be a little bit extra (or so you thought) and picked you up from your dorm.

The smell of freshly painted roses was in the air as your eyes adjusted to the sudden sunlight. You relished in the sight of the rose hedges lined up and the half-painted roses hanging from them, a few drops of red paint dripping to the green grass. The empty cans of red paint here and there as you walked through the stone path to the main building. You caught a few glimpses of a few students scrambling to their feet as they picked up a brush and started painting the roses.

Behind them, you could barely make out a familiar shade of red and a heart-shaped ahoge. You quickly turned to Ace, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Wait, where are we headed?” You asked them as Grim climbed up your shoulder.

“To the lounge, or Trey’s room. Whatever works.” Ace answered half-heartedly as he pushed the door open and scanned the room full of students for the green-haired vice dorm leader.

“Nevermind, we’re going to his room.”

Saying the hallways of Heartslabyul was confusing is a big understatement. The twists and turns of the halls more or less made you dizzy just from looking at it. The fact that you don’t know the actual way to Trey’s room made it harder for you to navigate where you were headed to. Deuce grabbed the hem of your sleeve when you were about to make a turn, whispering to you about how his room was still up ahead. Grim had long gotten off your shoulder once he realized that he might get lost with you.

“Good grief… I don’t even have any idea about what colour I should go with first.” You sighed as you spotted a window that gave you a view of the rose maze. The countless green hedges adorned with white roses. Have they not painted this part of the maze yet? You paid it little mind as your eyes wandered to the small cage placed outside and the tiny creatures inside.

Hedgehogs?

Green, pink, and blue ones were all scattered and rolling around in the cage. You couldn’t get a good view but it seemed like someone was giving them food right now. You stopped in your tracks when you realized it was none other than the dorm leader who was doing it. He dusted his hands and stared at the small blobs of colour inside the cage. You couldn’t see it clearly but you saw him open his mouth as a small smile appeared on his face. You found it a bit cute—cute how caring he seems to get when it comes to them.

It must be nice to be a spoiled hedgehog under Riddle’s care huh…

You shook your head, the tips of your ears growing hotter as you told yourself off about having such weird thoughts. Your head snapped back to where Ace and Deuce originally were but only to find them out of sight.

You felt panic rise in your throat as you looked left and right, your eyes searching for the familiar figures. You scolded yourself, regretting getting distracted by that redhead you seem to be so enchanted by. You wandered around the hallway, the knot in your throat growing tighter as you prayed that you won’t get lost.

“Geez! Just how big is this place?” You leaned against the window’s ledge as you let out a small pant. You’ve been walking around the dorm for what felt like hours now but you found yourself in the same place as before—by the window where you watched Riddle tend to the hedgehogs as you sighed.

“Um, excuse me…” The sudden voice behind your back made you jump in place a little. You quickly turned around and was met with a male student with brown hair. Your tense muscles visibly relaxed.

Finally! There was someone you could ask. You opened your mouth slightly to ask but before a single word could be formed—he asked you an unexpected question. He caught sight of the scene you were staring at before his involvement.

“Oh! Were you watching the Dorm Head?” Dense as a rock. The student didn’t think twice before asking this question, his eyes not registering the way your eyes widened slightly and your stance stiffened. You kept silent.

“Hehe, it seems like he’s taking care of the hedgehogs personally.” He mentioned, his voice laced with the faintest bit of admiration when he stared at the scene beside you. You tried to shrug it off but the curiosity inside you couldn’t stay silent any longer.

“...Is it anything special? Riddle taking care of them personally, I mean.”

“Eh? Well… no, not really. It’s just that he really likes them, so he tends to spoil them whenever he’s on duty.”

“Oh, is that so?” You tried looking the other way, trying to keep the nonchalant tone. But the moment you looked away—you could feel a small smile creeping up your face.

Cute.

You shook your head before you got carried away by any other thoughts and turned to the student. You need to do what you came here for!

“Oh, by the way, do you know how to get to Trey’s room?”

“Eh?”

“What the hell took you so long!?” Ace was the first one to greet you with his fist meeting your head without any warning. You winced a bit, clutching your head and fought back with your words.

“It was your fault for walking too fast!”

“Hah? Didn’t we warn you to keep close to us?”

“You said nothing about that!”

“Oh.” Ace fell silent. The corner of his lips suddenly curling up, as if a realization struck him.

“Haha! Don’t mind, everyone makes mistakes right?” There was nothing stronger than the feeling of wanting to slap the grin off his face right now. Had it not been for Deuce trying to keep the peace between you, you weren’t sure if you could've held yourself back.

“Moving on,” Deuce placed a hand over your shoulder. “Trey-senpai’s room is just up ahead. Don’t lose sight of us again, alright?”

It was hard to navigate yourself around the dorm. If there was one crucial thing they hadn’t told you about the dorm, it was the fact that if you weren’t a Heartslabyul student or school faculty, you were bound to get lost amidst the twists and turns. But in their defense, they didn’t expect you to get distracted so easily. You nodded as you followed behind the duo once again.

After a minute or two, you found yourself face-to-face with Trey in front of his dorm room. That’s when you realized you haven’t thought about what colour you’d like after getting lost but your thoughts were cut off when Trey suddenly spoke up.

“Oh, you guys are here. You were a bit late, did you run into some trouble?” He asked as he urged you three (four if you’re counting Grim) into his room.

“(Y/N) got lost~!” Ace chirped in a singsong voice as he threw his arms back behind his head.

“Eh, really? Be more careful next time, you’re lucky you were found quickly—otherwise, who knows how long you’d be stuck there.” The closed-eyed smile on his face made his terrifying words seem normal. You wondered if there were previous cases that went way worse than what you went through. You let out a relieved sigh inside your head, thanking the student that found you.

“Then, let’s make this quick.” Trey guided you to a chair, dragging you gently by the wrist and made you sit there as Ace, Deuce, and Grim stood beside you. Their growing curiosity couldn’t be masked.

His instructions were clear enough. He said that you should try to paint an image inside your head. Envision what you would like to look like while closing your eyes and then he’ll activate his unique magic. He also mentioned that it would only last 24 hours or shorter if interfered with stronger magic and that he can revert the spell after a certain period if time just in case you wanted to remove it quicker.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to paint an image of yourself you’d like to see.

“Ready? I’ll start now.”

You thought of your favourite colour, envisioning yourself with that certain hair colour. Wondering if Riddle would like it if he saw it. Oh, maybe if you were a (F/C) coloured hedgehog, he might find you cute!

“Doodle Suit!”

A small puff of smoke appeared just right after Trey finished his incantation. You felt a bit groggy and weird, was it supposed to feel like this? You opened your eyes, your vision adjusting to the sudden light until you realized the situation you were in. Everything seemed a hundred times bigger than they usually were and everyone inside the room seemed to have grown bigger. Everyone except you.

You felt so small.

“Eh!? Trey-senpai, where did they go?” The panic in Ace’s voice was unlike him. But Deuce was even more panicked than him, he thought that maybe they messed up and you disappeared for good. Grim was looking frantically everywhere.

You wanted to shout out. Tell them that you were still here but oddly enough, instead of a voice, a very weird sound came out of your mouth. The room froze when they heard it. Trey was the first one to spot you, a nervous chuckle slipping from his mouth as he held your small body up.

“It seems like your friend… turned into a hedgehog.”

Eh?

Eh!?

You messed up. Countless thoughts swirled rapidly at dangerous speeds as you thought about what could’ve gone wrong. You swore you did his instructions properly, you thought of what you wanted to look like and—

At the last minute, you thought about hedgehogs. That’s what went wrong. You wanted to bury your face into your hands but your new incredibly short four legs couldn’t even reach your face. This was a new level of embarrassment, you just wished that this was all a bad dream. You lied down flat on Trey’s palm, hiding your face from everyone as you heard Ace barely being able to contain his laughter.

“Pfft—” He clamped a hand over his mouth, trying to tell himself not to laugh but the situation made it hard for him to follow his instructions. Deuce, on the other hand, was crouching down while clutching his stomach—trying to keep his laughter as silent as possible. Grim had an indifferent expression before he approached you. He scaled your size compared to him and that’s when he lost it.

If you could speak, you would’ve told them to cut it out but much to your misfortune, you were left to make weird noises hedgehogs made. And if you were to make sounds like that, you were pretty much sure that they would laugh harder at you.

“Oh man, this is gold! I can’t believe you turned into a hedgehog.” Ace let out, that stupid grin on his face wider than ever.

“Though that does make me wonder how you managed to think about hedgehogs.” Deuce crossed his arms and pondered, finally calming down. Before he could dive deeper into his thoughts, Trey interjected.

“That isn’t important right now. We better think of what to do with your friend.”

“Trey-senpai, can’t you just overwrite it with your unique magic?” Deuce asked him.

“Unfortunately, it’s going to take a while before I can use my magic on them again. We need to put them somewhere safe for a while, can one of you keep them with you or do you know a place we can leave them?”

“Well, how about…”

“Hup! Off you go!” You hopped off Ace’s hand into the small cage he pushed you into. You felt yourself tense up when you were surrounded by your fellow small creatures, wondering if it was alright for you to sneak in like this. Ace assured Deuce that no one would notice an extra hedgehog inside the cage and decided that it was alright for you to stay there.

You had your doubts and troubles about this course of action but what can you do except comply? Your fate was temporarily in their hands—you were completely helpless. You just stayed behind as you watched Ace, Deuce, and Grim fade into the distance as they walked further and further away.

You looked around, trying to find something you can entertain yourself with but only to be met with immeasurable disappointment when you found out there was absolutely nothing you could do except eat, drink, or sleep. What’s worse is that you don’t know how long you were going to be here. You lied down on your stomach as you stared into space, a sudden wave of tiredness came over you as you felt your eyelids close.

Perhaps a short nap wouldn’t hurt.

You woke up to the heavy weight that rested over your body, you felt like you were being squeezed as a surge of panic took over you. You looked up to see that a green hedgehog was sleeping over you, it looked so comfortable that you felt bad for suddenly moving from your place. You couldn’t stay like this—you wanted to get out! You wished that Ace and Deuce just brought you with them even if it meant that they would probably get told off by Riddle for bringing out a hedgehog outside croquet matches.

“Hm? How strange… did I count correctly?” The sudden voice made you jump in your place, eyes darting everywhere to find out where it came from.

Wine red hair and slate grey eyes. There was no mistaking it—the voice belonged to none other than Riddle Rosehearts, the Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul. Confused, you wondered why he was still here. Didn’t his duty end a while ago? There was no reason for him to check up on the hedgehogs again!

“There’s an extra one?” His eyes shifted to you and you felt your blood run cold. How in the world did he know it was you out of everyone in the cage? You needed to think of something, quick. Who knows what he might do to you? Throw you out? Certainly, he wouldn’t do that… right?

“Don’t be scared. I won’t harm you, I promise.” Riddle’s gentle voice as he reassured you made you feel safe. You stared at his outstretched arm as a small smile appeared on his face and you couldn’t help but willingly hop into his palm. He brought you closer until you were on eye level with him. His grey eyes staring at you so intensely, you almost let out a squeak.

“Now then, we just have to find out who put you here.” He placed you on his shoulder and you felt the sudden panic sink in. You were in for a lot of trouble! You hadn’t expected Riddle to notice the extra hedgehog and you didn’t even expect him to come over in the first place. You cursed Ace and Deuce inside your head for leaving you there and expecting everything to sail smoothly.

If Riddle found out what happened, you were screwed. The best course of action you chose was to do your best to act like a normal hedgehog. That should be easy enough, right? Wrong! You didn’t know anything about how they acted and that fact alone made you declare this operation a failure.

Riddle walked away from the gardens and into the dorm building, your grip on his clothes tight because you were afraid of falling. Riddle felt the sudden shift on his shoulder and barely felt your claws ghosting over his clothes. He thought it was a bit strange, were you afraid of heights? But he paid it little to no mind as he continued walking and pushed open the door.

The students sitting in the common room suddenly stiffened up—they were first years and it was only natural that they were afraid of the strict Riddle Rosehearts. They stood up and greeted Riddle almost immediately, like soldiers.

"D-Dorm Leader!"

“Calm down, I’m not here to reprimand you or anything.” Riddle was irked at the way they visibly relaxed after saying that but he didn’t bother bringing it up. He scooted closer to them as he showed them the hedgehog on his shoulder.

“Do you know where this came from?”

Of course, the students could barely understand his question. They didn’t know the hedgehog was an extra head inside the cage and assumed that it was a normal hedgehog, so they answered:

“That’s a hedgehog, Riddle-senpai. It came from the cage they’re being kept in.”

“Of course I know that, I meant for this one specifically! It wasn’t here before.”

“M-Maybe it came from the forest and got lost?”

“It’s likely but how would it get inside the cage? That means a human probably put it in there.”

“Well… we don’t know.”

Riddle let out a sigh, trying to keep it together. It was going to be hard for him to find the culprit so he thought, just for a second, that maybe he should just let it stay inside the dorm. It wasn’t as if the world would end if he did, after all. But something deep inside his guts told him that he shouldn’t let go of this so easily. He dismissed the students and went to his room as he picked you up from his shoulder and into his palms.

“Where in the world did you come from…?” He brought you closer to his face and you felt like your heart was about to stop. His eyes widened as he made a sudden discovery. Magic? He felt the faintest bit of magic coming from you and that was enough to tell him that he should get to the bottom of this. But first—he needed an afternoon snack inside his room. After all, a queen should never make do without tea and snacks.

There was nothing more relaxing than having his favourite blend of tea in the afternoon accompanied by little snacks and biscuits that were served in little platters and teacups adorned with rose designs. It was to be expected as he was stuck in a dorm that was founded by the Queen of Hearts, it wasn't as if Riddle minded though—in fact, he grew fond of it. Daintily, he picked up his fork and took a small piece of his strawberry tart before putting it inside his mouth. Relishing in the burst of flavours that bloomed inside his mouth before turning his gaze to the small creature crawling on the table.

If you were already nervous back then, you didn't know how much more nervous you are now. You felt bad for feeling like you're deceiving him but at the same time, it wasn't as if you had a choice at all! Pushed into this seemingly hopeless situation, you wondered what would happen if somehow you transformed back into your original body right now. You shook your head and made yourself stray away from those thoughts—they never tend to end well once you think about them.

You tried distracting yourself by looking around the table and a certain snack caught your eye. You slowly made your way to it, your little feet pitter-pattering against the wooden material. Strawberry shortcake. Surely you were a tiny bit hungry after everything that occurred and not once did you get the chance to sit down and eat since you refused to eat the same food the other hedgehogs in the cage ate. You couldn’t help but look longingly at the small platter.

Riddle stopped halfway when he was about to take another bite out of his tart as he caught sight of you. Now, he wasn’t well-versed in the language of hedgehogs but it didn’t take an idiot to realize that you were hungry. He was a sucker for the rules of the Queen of Hearts but he wasn’t heartless. There was no harm in feeding you a little bit of that cake, right?

“Hm,” he contemplated for a split second, “just one small piece, okay?”

He took a small piece with his fork and nudged it towards you, expecting you to eat it. It took you a few seconds to understand what’s going on. Riddle, of all people, was feeding you. You didn’t know if you should be happy or not since you were in your hedgehog form but once you thought about it—didn’t you say earlier that it must be nice being a hedgehog spoiled by Riddle? Did the Great Seven up above hear you and decided to grant your wish?

Nonetheless, you took this as an opportunity. Who knows when you’ll get this close to Riddle ever again. You tasted the cake, eyes lighting up as you felt the sweetness of the frosting spread inside your mouth. You quickly took another bite until you finished everything with a content look. Riddle propped his elbow against the table and rested his chin on the center of his palm, looking at you with gentle eyes.

"...Somehow you remind me of a certain person." Riddle suddenly spoke up, his tone wary as he squinted at your figure. Your actions suddenly became more languid as you realized that perhaps the root of his suspicion was because of your erratic movements.

Surely he doesn't know it's me, right…!?

"(Y/N)," you froze up. "You remind me of them for some reason."

You went through the possible list of reasons how he came to that conclusion inside your head as you felt your heartbeat beat faster. For some reason, this whole scenario felt like it came straight out of a horror film. Out of all the names he could’ve said, he chose to say yours. The panic subsided as you suddenly grew curious about what exactly reminded him of you.

There was the slightest, smallest, unlikely chance that it was because he liked you but that was too far-fetched, right? Your imagination was going wild and unknowingly, you let out a small squeak. Riddle chuckled at the sudden sound, the corners of his lips tugging up into a smile. He stopped to think for a moment, he was alone, right? There was no one else in the room but the hedgehog and him, right? He took a deep breath.

“Speaking of them, something has been on my mind right lately… and it’s bothering me to no end.” He started, a downcast expression was on his face and you couldn’t help but worry. Did you perhaps do something to upset him? The thought itself made you panic inside. You couldn’t help but scoot away from him a little.

“I think I like them.”

What.

WHAT!?

You wondered if turning into a hedgehog made your hearing worsen or Riddle just made a mistake. There was no way what you heard was right, right? But, even then, Riddle had a slightest tint of pink spreading on his face as he looked down in slight embarrassment. It was hard to believe that he didn’t mean it or that he made a mistake in what he said. You felt your heart explode at the sudden realization and discovery.

“But the problem is that I think they’re avoiding me. I’m a bit afraid that they don’t like me,” Riddle sighed, “not a lot of people like me after all.”

“That’s not true!” is what you wanted to say had it not been for the fact that you can’t. But as they always say—actions speak louder than words. You scooted closer to his hand on the table and placed one of your front paws over his hand, hoping that he would take it as a form of reassurance. His eyes widened slightly at the sudden gesture, surprised that maybe the hedgehog understood his feelings and tried comforting him.

“Eh, you’re full of surprises aren’t you? Did you actually understand what I said?”

Without thinking it through, you nodded.

“Ah-! You really do… that’s strange. But anyway, thank you for your reassurance. Maybe one day I’ll get the chance to confess b-but that’s not important right now, I need to find out where you came from.” Riddle urged you to go to the palm of his hand and you complied with no complaints. He lifted you until you were at eye-level with him.

“Let’s continue looking, shall we?” Before he let you go, he placed a kiss on your head as a sign of endearment. You swore you were about to let out another squeak until a cloud of smoke suddenly appeared from nowhere and you felt your body get bigger as you closed your eyes shut.

You wrapped your arms around Riddle’s neck so as not to fall and you felt his arms go under your shoulders and knees as he let out a surprised noise—realizing he was carrying you when the smoke thinned out. His eyes widened in surprise and his face was as red as his face when he looked at the person he was carrying. There was no way. No absolute way this was happening to him.

You stared at him nervously, face red as you violently wondered why the spell suddenly went undone. Trey never mentioned anything about a kiss being able to undo it so why…!? Countless questions took over your mind but there was only one thing you could focus on right now.

What do I do now?

“Ahaha… Hi Riddle…” Nervously, you started.

“Y-Y-You…”

“It’s me, (Y/N)...!” You had the feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

“M-My confession…”

“Oh yeah, about that I—”

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!”

Extra:

"E-Eh!? That came from Riddle-senpai's room right now. Do you think he's okay?" A random student asked the person beside them, crossing their arms as a pensive expression took over their face.

"Hmm, do you think we should check? Or tell Trey-senpai?" The other suggested. But as soon as Trey's name was uttered, he emerged from the hall with a satisfied grin on his face—as if he accomplished something great.

"Don't worry about Riddle, he's just having a little bit of fun with someone right now." He chuckled, not doing well to ease the students' worries.

"Trey-senpai...? Oh, he's gone. What do you think he meant by that?"

[murdereraisuha]

Trey Clover is suspicious as hell

At the beginning, Trey seems like a boring, grounded, big brother type of character whose purpose is to balance out the eccentricity of the rest of the cast. Once you get a little further, you realize he does have his own quirks and moments of selfishness. But then you stay there. You still accept him as one of the most normal characters in the cast, and you register the oddities as flukes... and not as hints into something more.

Hello, I’m still here and I’m still into TWST. As a returning present, here’s a 1k words long overanalysis and theory post about Trey.

Let’s start with his “just a normal guy” motto. He’s said it enough for it to be a meme, but how much does he actually talk about normalcy and staying out of the spotlight? Let’s look at some voice line translations from the wiki.

“My best subject? I guess I’d have to say Alchemy… but I’m pretty average with everything.”   “I’m not that good at getting fired up about things.”   “Well, ‘easy does it,’ right? Getting too carried away isn’t a good thing.”   “Coach Vargas kept yelling ‘Show me what you’ve really got!’ at me today. I wasn’t exactly trying not to put in effort, though.”    “I’m overjoyed that you’re all celebrating for me, but I think I’m better suited for being on the party planning side.”    “You remembered my birthday? Thank you. Let’s enjoy the party without going too over-the-top.”

This is not an exhaustive list of the relevant voice lines, but it’s enough to demonstrate my point here: Trey’s focus on normalcy is not just some little weird trait or a meme. He repeatedly insists that he’s most suited to a supporting role, that he is just average, and that it’s best to remain that way, to the point that I’m astonished he’s not compared to pre chapter 4 Jamil more often. 

Furthermore, like Jamil, it’s highly likely that Trey’s insistence on being normal is a lie. For example, Trey’s gym uniform personal story starts with him noting to himself that it is essential that he neither fail nor get only passing marks in flying class. However, his plans are ruined after he saves Kalim from his malfunctioning magic carpet, when Vargas praises his incredible performance and gives him full marks. Contrary to Trey’s claim in his voice lines that he’s average at everything, in flying at least he is definitely above average. He’s just hiding it for some reason.

So, why does he hide it? The 1st theory I have for this is that it’s because of Riddle. For Riddle, his mother’s quest for perfection isolated him and caused him tons of suffering. After seeing how excellence could actually be much worse than failure or mediocrity, perhaps Trey made a resolution to avoid excellence so he wouldn’t suffer the same fate as Riddle. However, I feel like this conclusion is insufficient. Unlike Riddle’s mother, Trey's parents seem pretty supportive. Trey, being a smart and logical guy, should know that if he revealed himself as a genius, the reaction would not be that bad.

For Trey, this persistent deception would require a reason greater than feelings or risk management. The problem is that there is little possible reason to be found. Compared to almost every other character, Trey’s life is idyllic. His parents are caring, he has a loving relationship with his siblings, he has good childhood friends in the form of Che’nya and Riddle, and he’s set for a peaceful career as a baker once he graduates. It’s a perfect life... perhaps too perfect?

Let’s shift gears a bit and discuss his unique magic: “Doodle Suit,” an ability that lets him temporarily overwrite aspects of things. Fitting his philosophy of averageness, he introduces it in 1-14 by just changing the flavor of the marron tarts, and even refers to it as “a toy” in comparison to Riddle’s UM to downplay it further. However, during the chapter 1 overblot fight, Trey shows that Doodle Suit is able to overwrite Riddle’s UM, completely disabling it. The scope of Doodle Suit is clearly far beyond messing around with food.

This brings me to the basis of my other, more extreme theory for Trey: his backstory is not the complete truth, and he has used his unique magic to help cover that up. Based on his displays of clever manipulation (ex. oyster sauce and the food processor in his stargazer personal story), Trey is an adept liar who is able to spin credible sounding justifications on the go. As detailed as his tales of his family are, it is possible that some or all of what he is saying is a lie. The problem with this hypothesis, however, are his childhood friends who have not said anything to contradict the idea of Trey’s normal past. Here is where he brings into play his unique magic, an ability perfectly tailored for altering the truth. 

There’s something suspicious left out in his room when Che’nya comes over to play? Apply some invisibility to it, courtesy of Doodle Suit! Whoops, someone saw something before he could hide it? Well, if Doodle Suit can work on other people’s magic, why not give their memories a blast too! Y’know, what if, in direct contrast to his supposed backstory, Trey actually has a super messed up backstory that’s painful for him to think about? I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to think he can use Doodle Suit on himself... on his own memories.

See, the thing that bugs me about Trey’s flavor of suspiciousness is how low-key it is. We know about Cater’s depressed moments, we know the truth about Lilia and Silver’s father-son relationship, and we even know about that weird “I’m glad I choose you” line from Jade to Floyd hinting at something going on with them... but we have basically nothing on Trey besides the stuff in Deuce’s dorm uniform groovy. I wouldn’t be surprised if Trey is the exception simply because of how embroiled he is in deception, but what if it’s because even he doesn’t know the truth? After all, one of the best ways to keep a secret from getting out is to limit the amount of people who know about it, and 0 is the lowest possible amount.

I don’t think there’s much evidence that supports this specific theory being the truth and not just a possibility, but I feel like there has to be at least some truth in this. After all, how does a guy with a normal family with loving parents and siblings grow up to have such a disregard for sentimentality and a penchant for lying? How can someone who’s partially based on a character known as the Mad Hatter be a well-adjusted, completely average guy? 

Time to end this post with some assorted little things.

Please look at images 6 to 8 of this fanart log, it’s what sparked this idea of Doodle Suit being used on memories. Honestly, you should look at the artist’s other twst log too, it’s all absolutely superb Trey content.

Eyes usually represent truth and the soul. According to the wiki, Trey’s eye color and his least favorite food are both mustard. 

The French name for the card suit Club does actually mean clover, but I went for a really long time not noticing that Trey Clover doesn’t fit into the pattern with Deuce Spade and Cater Diamond. How tf is this man so good at flying under the radar?

Trey is the only character as of now to have multiple R event cards. His dedication to being a plain supporting character transcends the boundaries of the game.