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Homewrecker, husband-stealer villainess!

Idia is not going anywhere, you hear me?! You might be happy being the other woman, but I'm not happy with the pair of horns!

NOTE: I only write for female Reader, but everyone is welcome to read!

Inspired by @adrianasunderworld in this funny as hell post.

THIS HAS A SEQUEL! What if we fake married for real? (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾) ~★

"To give someone a pair of horns" is to cheat on them. Also, Rook gets involved because he'd absolutely adore to be part of the drama.

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Idia knows he's not frozen like the others, but honestly, he feels like it. He feels like even his lungs, even his heart has stopped. All because of this cute-faced npc who forced her way into a romance route with him. If he could think about it, he'd think about that horror game with the same story, but right now his mind is blank.

He has reached the point of no return. Actually dying would just reinforce his fate.

Or, at least, is what he thought. Almost as if answering to his thoughts, there's a loud noise coming from the other side of the doors, followed by footsteps.

Then the doors are thrown open by none other than (Y/N), the Ramshackle Housewarden that the school affectionately tends to call "Prefect".

She's dressed to the nines in a breathtaking wedding gown, the skirt pooling around her like God-Tier CGI, the blue accents contrasting beautifully with the pearly white of the dress, the blue roses decorating her head in a crown making her look like Persephone herself. She'd look perfect, if it weren't for the tear streaks her make-up left behind.

Wait. Tear streaks?

The silence breaks with the Prefects loud, shrill screech, a sound no one has ever thought she, the usually soft spoken and gentle Prefect, would be capable of.

"HOMEWRECKER!"

Without stopping to breath, she walks forwards, looking angrier and angrier each step taken.

"How dare you, you conniving bitch?! How dare you steal my groom! ON OUR WEDDING DAY?!" she screams at Eliza, stopping in the middle of the way to point at... at Idia himself?! "And you! You good-for-nothing two-timer! How dare you leave me waiting at the altar?!"

"Young man, I am terribly disappointed!" Professor Crewel chides from behind her, and Idia finally notices the group that actually came in with her. "I did not give you permission to marry my daughter, my first and only daughter, for you to break her heart on her happiest day!"

"Big brother! How could you! Think of your child!" Ortho chimes in, and if Idia hadn't built tear tracks on the boy himself, he would believe firmly in his tears. "Little Meg would be so sad if her daddy just left for another woman!"

"Idia, what is the meaning of this?!" it's Eliza's turn to screech, turning to him with fury in her eyes. Idia stutters a few random letters, trying to form words, just as confused as she is.

Until it clicks.

Right. Fake relationship. How could he forget one of the most cliche tropes in romance's history?

"I... I... t-this isn't what it looks like!" he finally manages to say, trying to look as desperate as he can, which is not hard considering what his fate is in case this plan fails. "I can explain!"

"Is it because of my past with Rook?! "

"Young man, you're still hung up on that, despite being the only man I've ever approved for my daughter?"

"What?!" someone yells in the crowd, but the man in question promptly enters the play as if he was born for this moment alone.

"Monsieur, I have told you this already, but I shall say it again! My dear dove's happiness is the most important to me! If she has chosen you, then my heart shall settle!" What the fuck, why is Rook so good at improv?

"I-I know!" calm down, Idia, think of this as a rhythm game and keep the beat going! "I don't... I don't want this, but this villainess wouldn't listen!"

"Wait, so this woman is telling the truth?!"

"This woman?! THIS WOMAN?! You mean his true bride?!" (Y/N) steps closer, fat crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks, smudging her make-up even more. "You- you- you husband-stealer! Know your place! You come into my house, you steal my groom and the father of my daughter-"

"I see no child-"

"Do you think I'd bring my child to see my husband's mistress?!"

"Big sister, calm down, think of the baby! Your stress levels are dangerously high!"

"WHAT BABY?!"

"Monsieur Shroud, if you do not fix this situation, I shall be taking my belle back! Do not worry, the children will not grow without a father!"

pls can you give us some fem chubby reader hcs? thank you so much and i hope you will have all the ssrs you wish 🥺🙏

+ Since this request and the others feel similar for me, I combined them into one! Also I haven't written anything for a long time, wwww. All NRC students are involved in here. +

Gentle, chubby fem reader. Also used 'thicc' as a synonym for chubby.

Not beta read.

Your unique looks and gentle demeanor are what initially draws them to you. Your gentle voice is the exact opposite of his nagging mother, and your chubby body just radiates warmth, that's why perhaps Riddle seeks your company out, albeit secretly. He doesn't want you to know your praises are soothing to his ears.

Cater initially wanted to tease you, but a quick pout in his direction got the son of the Diamond family trembling on his knees. Oh, you're the very definition of cute, you're adorable, for even if he doesn't like 'cute' things, you're an exception.

You always wondered why Trey brings you baked goods. Cakes, brownies, red velvets, anything he bakes he will give it to you. You voiced out your insecurity once that you'll gain weight, but Trey is quick to reassure you with the gentle caresses of his big hands on your waist that you look absolutely beautiful.

If you meet Deuce when he's in his delinquent phase, then perhaps he would bully you because of bad peer influence, but he is now a changed man. He is a supportive friend and loves it when he can feel your presence with him, you just radiate a warmth that he cannot explain. Once you hugged him, as a sign of your affection, his face pressed into your plump chest, Deuce exploded into a stuttering, blushing mess.

Oh dear, when Ace saw you hugging Deuce, he is quick to be on your side, exasperatedly asking why can't you do that to him too. It's unfair, y'know? He's one of the people to first befriend you! Tsk. Ace's hands will always hover over you as if resisting the urge to touch you everywhere. Once you hugged Ace, his face pressed on your soft chest, he'll sigh and sent Deuce an arrogant, victory smirk. Just like that, chaos will ensue.

Beastmen loves meat, and prefer meat over bones. You always wonder if somehow, Leona will eat you. The Prince of the Sunset Savannah always shamelessly rakes his eyes over your form. Lashes fluttering as he looks at you up and down. Frankly, it made you insecure, because why would he do this? The answer will come in the way he would grab you in the Botanical garden, making you plop on the ground as he put his head on your thighs, acting as his pillow. Leona will never tell you, but your softness and gentleness always lull him into his much-needed sleep, also, he may or may not accidentally grope your tiddies. What? Feline creatures like him are fascinated by round things.

Ruggie is fascinated with you, you look so plump, so cute, and he adores it. You're kind to him too, always sharing your food with him, and with your gentle demeanor, you never raised your voice unprovoked. Pet him once and Ruggie turns into an obedient hyena ready to act on your command.

He will never tell, but you make Jack nervous. He can't help it! You once sat behind him and absentmindedly grabbed his fluffy tail as he saw you pressed it into your cheeks, and Jack almost had a heart attack. He loves the way you're so plump it makes him want to protect you with his muscular form.

Azul once ask if you wanted a piece of diet advice, out of the good of his own heart, or maybe not. You can't tell if he's being serious, but if you accept it or decline, Azul is still quick to praise your efforts while accepting that land creatures have different body types. Besides he prefers you're plumpness, it makes him feel something. He is quite concerned, and he won't tell but he fears that you'll get bullied too. You reassure him that you're alright. Once Azul caught wind of a student who throws unexpected backhanded compliments in your way, said student ended up at the bottom of the barrel. Fear not, Azul will offer you a contract that will make you require his protection. And no, it's not his excuse to make you rely on him because it feeds his ego. No, Azul will deny it, yet his tentacles coming alive is the opposite indication.

If you crave something and somehow it ends up in front of you, Jade is most likely the mastermind behind it. Don't you know that eels love soft things? A hand on your thigh, gently squeezing as you sat beside him, or a caress of your waist as Jade hovers over you. One time Jade is wiping the glasses when you leaned over the countertop, your full and bouncy chest pressing over the bar, tired and out of your wits, you let out a satisfying yawn. Mouth wide open as you tried to fight your drowsiness. Only to jerk up in surprise at the sound of glasses breaking. Alert, you saw Jade smiling at you, yet his eyes are closed. "Please don't worry, I just had to release the tension somewhere else," Jade said as he pats your head. Though you're confused, you let that one slide even though you saw fragments of glasses in his hand. Tsk, you have no idea just what you do to poor Jade, don't you?

You can't figure out Floyd, he's an enigma. But if there's one thing he loves, it's squeezing the life out of your body. "You're so soft," Floyd would lovingly sigh, resting his head on your shoulder, as you're entangled in his arms. One of his famous mood swings came with a peculiar request, he ask you to squeeze his head using your thighs. Of course, you declined, that is embarrassing! Bad take, Floyd looms over your body as he tried to intimidate you. It can only go on one thing: When you decline Floyd would forcefully part your legs, then will lovingly wrap them around his neck. Making you get stuck in an awkward, shameless position with him. You're a mess because your thighs are choking him! And yet, you just can't find it in your heart to reprimand the clingy and moody eel.

Kalim is a ray of sunshine, and you will always find yourself hugging the little man. His face brightens as you return his affection. And he, for some reason, likes to bury his face on your chest. If Kalim is feeling sad, you're the first person he'll go to. Please comfort him, put his head lovingly on your chest and he will be in a good mood again.

It's peculiar the way Jamil seeks your attention. At one-moment he'll treat you like how he treats everyone else, then the next he will put an arm on your thigh, absentmindedly caressing as you sat beside him at one of Scarabia's party. You heard Jamil humming once, and goodness, his voice is utterly angelic that you can't help but coo and throw praises in his way. That day, unbeknownst to you, Jamil is blushing hard under his hoodie basking in your body warmth and kindness. Praise him more, will you?

With you're physique, you're at odds with Vil. A model who sought to be the fairest of them all. Most often than not, Vil will recommend diet regimens, telling you to exercise more and whatnot, sometimes he comes off as arrogant and nagging, much like Azul. It is quite exhausting dealing with him, yet once you truly show Vil that you love your body, then he will leave you alone. Vil supposes that there's a charm in your chubby physique. He found himself wondering what it feels like to be the center of your affection seeing that you can only gently reprimand him, and you return his rude gestures with kindness. Oh, potato, you're too good for their world. Yet, those are just wandering thoughts for the Vil Schoenheit, but he will stand up for you if one of his acquaintances, from the industry or the school, insults you, he won't tolerate it. That person will get fired the very next day or will face the wrath of the most beautiful man in the world.

Your relationship with Rook is really interesting. The Hunter will love chasing you! And it just creeps you out a tiny bit when he found out your exact measurements. Expect hugs from him, from behind, from the front. You wonder if it's his hands you feel ghosting over your ass, but not outright touching inappropriately. You will find random poems about you, and how you're the goddess of fertility, ah, the typical hunter.

Epel will go crazy about your shape. Women in their village are quite fleshy, and Epel loves your curves. You have a busty chest, plump thighs, and a rounded butt, what more can he ask for? You're the perfect one for this manly man. Just pay attention to him, m'kay? Don't call him cute, or you will find yourself succumbing to his deadly cuteness.

Idia is losing sleep over you. You praise him, saying that you love his hair. You're kind, you don't push him out of his comfort zone, and above all of that? You're 'thicc af' for him. You caught him staring at you for quite a while, and when you told him that, Idia's hair quickly went up in red flames, and he's running back inside his room. Gosh, he's losing his mind! Ffs! He dropped his tablet when he realized that his search history includes... quite vulgar, peculiar searches about anime characters with chubby body shapes like you. Man, Idia wouldn't mind if you choked him with your thicc thighs. Idia almost slammed his head on his table, Damn, he's down bad for you.

Faeries love fertile things. With your busty chest, wide hips, thick thighs, and a plump butt, you're body is the definition of fertility, perfect for bearing a child. Malleus doesn't care at first, he could not help but scoff as you shyly hide your plump body away from him. You can't help the insecurity simmering in your belly, like Vil, Leona, and even Idia, Malleus is just too good-looking, and he's tall too. The Prince of Fae will remind you just how desirable you look, though it's just a shame you always miss his remarks about how truly he adores your body. You also have a gentle demeanor, much like how one would associate the shape of round with kindness, you have no sharp edges to your personality. As your friendship deepens, Malleus finds comfort in your warmth, especially when you hug him and caressed his head. Just don't let your hands wander too much it ends up on his horns, or you will find a possessive dragon hovering above you in your bed.

For some reason, Lilia always ends up pressing his tiny head over your chest. This little old faerie will excitedly float above you, then will accidentally land on your boobs. His face squished between your two mounds. You eventually get used to it, and you can't help but feel that Lilia is treating you like a... teddy bear, with how much he loves to hold your body. Lilia tells you it's because, in Briar Valley, the fae race doesn't have many interesting body shapes like yours, they're all slender and tall, or small and quite thin, choosing to display that even though they have the power to change forms anyway. Don't be insecure! Lilia wonders how would your thighs look like with a bite mark on them.

Sebek is bursting red, literally. Human! How dare you have such a voluptuous figure that looks delicious to the eyes of fae?! Every time he talks to you, he needs to focus on your face, but it's like Sebek wants to smack himself for staring at your busty chest instead. He will randomly scream once he finds out how much he wishes to lay his head on your thighs.

For Silver, you're the perfect pillow. Please don't get him wrong, Silver adores your softness. Your big boobs are the perfect pillows for him, as with your thighs. Rest his head on your chest, as you play with his hair and he will fall asleep within seconds, your gentle heartbeat lulling him to peacefulness. And if Silver catches people bad-mouthing your appearance? He will wake up, and defend you like the knight in shining armor that he is.

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*BANGS ON TABLE* HELLO MAY I GET SOME HCS WHERE THE POMEFIORE TRIO WITH A FEM!S/O THATS BASED OFF OF GANYU PRETTY PLEASE 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

Good luck to the Ganyu wanters! May you all be Ganyu havers~

Pomefiore | Female reader | Headcanons

Vil is constantly worried about her health. She works day and night, and accepts her workload no matter how ridiculous they may seem. It’s no wonder that Crowley depends on her so much to keep the school in order, and Vil finds himself stepping in more often than he’d like to force her to rest. Seriously, he thinks that he might be losing precious sleep fretting over her getting enough sleep herself.

He initially didn’t understand what she meant when she told him that she’s worried she might not be able to control herself around the wild dandelions growing around the campus. Isn’t it natural to be attracted to flowers? So imagine his shock when he came across his darling chewing on raw dandelions in the sports field. He immediately strode over to her and smacked her back repeatedly, forcing her to spit them out. If she wants to eat dandelions that badly, then she should just tell him so he can whip up a plate of fresh spring salad for her!

Vil thought that she was a fae at first because of her black horns. They’re strikingly similar to Malleus’ that he even believed they were relatives, and he may or may not have been afraid of approaching her in the beginning.

Oh, she’s such a sweet soul that every day he feels blessed to be with someone so understanding. With her gentle disposition, she never once said anything or treated him in a way that made him feel like a villain. Perhaps he could be the Prince Charming in her story, and stand at the centre of her attention until the very end.

Despite her unconditional kindness, Vil could sense the loneliness she radiates. She has admitted to him that she struggles to feel a sense of belonging because of her origins but never divulged on her past. He’s not one to pry into people’s personal lives though and has all the patience in the world; he’s willing to wait until she’s ready to tell him her story.

When Rook first laid his eyes on her, he was immediately entranced by her horns. They remind him of Roi du Dragon’s, but their bright red markings make them look so unique! Despite her insecurity regarding them, he would shamelessly fawn over them whenever he has chance to. Horns or no horns, she’ll always be his petit lapin~

Her prowess with the bow had made him fall for her even harder (as if they’re not already dating lol) since he has a natural affinity for the bow as a hunter. Combined with her ice magic, every shot her fingers release creates an ephemeral winter wonderland that he can only marvel at for a mere second.

He thinks that the ice lotus she can cause to sprout on any surface is a sight to behold, but when she summons a Sacred Cryo Pearl that continuously rains down shards of ice in the air, his breath is snatched right out of his lungs. Who knew that she was capable of conjuring up such beautiful creations?

Although he wouldn’t be as shocked as Vil, he'd still be surprised if he catches her eating the wild dandelions growing around the campus. He has seen Ruggie collecting them before (hence his nickname) and can understand why he does it, but when he hears her reason of simply loving the taste of them, he’s speechless. Oh well, at least she’s not eating the white dandelions...

Rook often compares her to Silver because of her otherworldly aura and constant sleepiness. Unlike the narcoleptic knight however, she’d always catch herself before she completely gives in to the temptation of sleep. Should she fall asleep though, Rook would happily drape his blazer over slumbering form to keep her warm and also leave some yellow dandelions for her to snack on when she wakes up.

Epel really admires how hard she works and feels motivated to give it his all whenever he sees her diligence. How she’s able to handle the most arduous of workloads without complaint and conflict will always be a wonder to him, and he’d offer to help lessen her workload when he has the free time to.

Her ice magic is extremely useful in preserving his apple carvings because the ice she’s able to weave with her powers doesn’t melt easily. Not to mention, she can act as his walking air conditioner and cool him down after Magift Club... She can also serve chilled apple juice, ice bridge their way across a body of water... Just thinking about the utility of her magic excites him!

When Epel witnessed her devouring the yellow dandelions like a starved beast in the courtyard for the first time, he instinctively slapped the flowers out of her hands and proceeded to smack her back to make her spit out the dandelions that were in her mouth. He refuses to let her eat anything dirty on his watch; if she wants to eat those dandelions, she should at least wash them first before consuming them!

Like Vil, Epel initially thought that she’s related to Malleus because of her horns. He bluntly asked her if she’s a member of the infamous Draconia family, and she had to explain to him that the idea of her being Malleus’ relative is impossible because she’s not from the Valley of Thorns. She also revealed to Epel that she’s not a fae, but a half-human with the blood of an illuminated beast flowing within her veins. He doesn’t understand what illuminated beasts are and simply assumed that they’re a species with a strong affinity for magic.

Her graceful and quiet nature ignited his desire to protect her from the “bad things”, even though he knows that she’s more than capable of protecting herself. Still, she’d let him play the role of her protector, right?

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Leona Kingscholar x Reader: Love Letters (6)

motivation flopped :(

Rook shows up as well as a surprise guest...

Hope you enjoy! No spoilers or warnings for now but this might change in future installments :)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 [!] | END

"Beauté! How merveilleux!" You squint, shielding your eyes.

"Fygaa! He's so shiny dazo!" Grim grunts. "You've finally decided to seek me out, a smart decision, Trickster!" Rook Hunt was a very bizarre student. As a Pomefiore student, an NRC student on top of that, he was naturally eccentric and beautiful. 

Yet he has that edge to him that makes you want to run far, far away from him. "Uh, I'll just leave you all to it…make sure Rook doesn't blow anything up." Trey quickly closes the door behind him. 

"Trey, don't leave us!" Ace whines, placing his hand on the door. "Tell me when you're done." They could hear Trey's voice getting further, he has definitely ditched them. "It's not time to be a coward, Ace!" Deuce nudged him. 

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Hunt." You decide to wave as he stood up and took you by the hand. He gives a light peck to your hands and looks up at you with those cunning green eyes. You squeak and flinch. 

"Oh my great sevens, ew." Ace groans, covering his eyes. Deuce stands on the side awkwardly watching the interaction. "You smell funny dazo." Grim sniffs the air, looking warily at the Pomefiore vice dorm head. The more accurate assumption was that Rook Hunt simply did not smell, at all. 

"Don't be rude, Grim." You scold him. "I've already known about you for a while, mx. It's merveilleux to meet you in person! My name is Rook Hunt, at your service." Rook introduces himself properly. "You can just call me Rook, Trickster." He adds with a smile. 

"Okay." You simply nod, this guy weirded you out. From the way he had spoken to you, you could already assume he knew of your situation. You are fairly sure Rook was stalking either your admirer or you. 

"So, you know about the thing…?" You ask just to confirm. "Oui! You've come to the right person to find your prince charmant!" Rook nods eagerly. "Good! Then, spill! Tell me who it is!" You also eagerly lean forward. 

"Fufu! But I cannot expose one's secrets as le Chasseur d'Amour!" Your face freezes before it turns into an empty expression of despair. You slowly sink to the floor, you wish to become part of the floor.

Life might be easier if I were the floor. I could just exist all day…not needing to worry about any overblots or secret admirers. I could get stepped on all day by hot- Wait. I don't want that… You blinked blankly.

"[Name], are you okay!?" Deuce shakes you frantically. "Why am I here…just to suffer?" You weakly grunt, flailing limply in his arms. "Henchman, you owe me tuna dazo!" Grim joins in shaking you, the best he could with his little paws anyway. 

"Oh my! What a tearful display of peine d'amour!"

"Alright, enough being dramatic! Hey, you! This is your fault." You hear Ace snap. "Oh, how your compagnons care for you." You spot Rook wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. "Ugh." You grumble.

"There's no need to worry, Trickster! As Monsieur Dandelion said, he indeed has eyes the colour of emeralds and he is indeed a student of Savanaclaw as you merveilleusement guessed!" Rook finally provides you a few hints. Deuce stops shaking you as you slowly get up. 

"Ace, I think we are going to be looking into every Savanaclaw students' eyes." You turn to face Ace, with a serious look on your face. He scrunches up his nose. "No way, you can do that on your own." Ace rolls his eyes, looking away from you. "Maybe we should ask Cater again…" Deuce suggests. 

"There's no way he would keep track of something like that, idiot." Ace scoffs. "Oi! I don't see you making any helpful suggestions!" He glares at Ace. "Aghh, I'm getting hungry again from thinking about our lost sandwich dazo!" Grim groans, rolling on the floor. "I'm sorry!" You wail, you really didn't mean to give Ruggie the sandwich. 

"Excuse me." The door to the alchemy classroom opens suddenly, a tall man with teal hair and mismatched yellow eyes stepped into the room. 

"Monsieur Prémédité!" Rook greeted him cheerfully. "Hello, Rook." The new student smiled politely in response. His eyes did a quick scan of the room, those heterochromia eyes landing on…you?!

You wave awkwardly. Ace slaps your hand down. You give him a questioning look but he continues staring skeptically at the student. You look to Deuce to find he looks a bit unsure as well. This might've been some weird dorm tension so you observe the student's armband. 

Octavinelle? You try your best to recall what Cater and Trey had told you that day. It's based on the Sea Witch and its main trait is compassion. Probably has a lot of mermen, right? You still don't understand how this relates to beef with Heartslabyul or Ace. You swear to the Great Sevens, how did he get into the bad graces of so many students already?

"Oh, are you busy at the moment? I could come back later." He turns back to Rook. "Hold on a moment, Trickster. What are you here for, Monsieur Prémédité?" Rook asks, turning his attention to the Octavinelle student. 

"Just the special fertilizer for mushrooms. Are they still in the cupboard?" He asks politely, staring at the cupboard behind you. 

You quickly shuffle aside nervously. The Octavinelle student notices this and you hear him chuckle quietly. Please hurry up and leave. The audacity of these guys. 

"You've gotten Crewel's permission, oui?" Rook tilts his head. "Yes. For my alchemy project this week." He nods. "You're working on luminescent fungi, correct? It's in the cupboard, Monsieur Prémédité." He gestures to the cupboard. 

"Fufu, yes, that's correct. I wonder how you figured out already." The Octavinelle student laughs, he walks toward the cupboard and crouches down.

"If I may be so presumptuous, your name is [Name], correct?" He suddenly asks you. You weren't that surprised. You're rather infamous due to the welcoming ceremony incident and then the chandelier one. 

"Yeah, it's uh, nice to meet you, Mr…?" You trail off awkwardly. "Jade Leech. Fufufu, I saw you were running around campus, asking for someone." He smiled, amused. You flushed. You probably did look like a headless chicken, huh?

It was too late for your dignity here anyway. "O-Oh, uh, yeah." You nod. "Do you by chance know a Savanaclaw student with green eyes, Leech?" Deuce asks hopefully. "Hey, don't go asking everyone, it's too vague anyway, stupid." Ace scoffs, he's still staring skeptically at Jade. 

"A Savanaclaw student with green eyes, hm? Why exactly are you looking for them, if I may ask?" He tilts his head, still rummaging through the cupboard. "Reasons…?" You offer unconvincingly. "Fufufu, well, if you don't wish to tell me, I wouldn't want any student getting into trouble because of me." Jade replies, pulling out a bag of fertilizer. He easily pries Grim away from trying to get into the bag of fertilizer.

"Fygaa! You're too crazy strong dazo!" He scowls, shuffling to your side. "Can you even eat fertilizer…?" You squint at him doubtfully.

"We don't need your help then." Ace snaps, yanking you further from Jade. "Fufu, there's no need to be so wary. I'll offer you a free hint. He's an important figure in the Savanaclaw hierarchy." Jade smiles, standing up to his full height. 

Important position? You weren't quite sure what that meant. The only thing you could think was either the dorm head or the vice dorm head. You don't even know if this information is to be trusted. Before you can even thank or ask him about that, he turns toward Rook. 

"I'll be taking my leave now, thank you for allowing me to borrow this." Jade thanks Rook with a nod. "No problem, Monsieur Prémédité! Just be sure to return it when you're done." Rook beams back. 

"[Name], if you ever need any assistance or advice, the doors of Mostro Lounge are always open." Jade offers before shutting the door behind him. His heterochromia eyes twinkle with amusement and you're definitely freaked out by this guy.

"Ugh, that guy gave me the heebie-jeebies dazo!" Grim declares rather loudly. "Ah, watch it! Don't say stuff so loudly like that, you're gonna get caught!" Ace hurriedly glares at him, still glancing warily at the door. "Um, that was…interesting to say the least." You laugh nervously.

"We won't take up any more of your time now, Rook. Thank you for the information." You want to leave as quickly as possible to collect your thoughts. "Thank you so much for the help!" Deuce adds as well.

"You're welcome, Trickster!"

"I don't wanna be here any longer…" Ace grabs the both of you by the wrist and drags you out of the Science club room. "Fyga! Wait up dazo!" Grim growls, scampering after you three.

Ao3: HERE If you see it posted anywhere or by anyone else, it's not me.

Every adventure requires a first step.

Vil Schoenheit x Rook Hunt: Shrinking Potion

My first time writing a proper one shot! Writing this gave me second-hand embarrassment lol

Hope you enjoy!

Contains spoilers for Episode/Book 5. Might be OOC.

SUMMARY: Vil stumbled upon a shrinking potion in the snow. Rook comes to the rescue.

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Vil was merely taking in the winter sights when his boots hit an object beneath the snow. He winced slightly but didn't make a noise. Hopefully, it hadn't ruined his boots. 

He was about to leave when Vil caught a glimpse of pink beneath the fresh white snow. Hm? He crouched down and pushed aside the snow gently with his gloves. 

There appeared to be a bottle of pink liquid. Probably a failed potion. Vil concluded upon not recognizing it. He scrunched up his nose, disposing of a failed potion like this was just distasteful.

With a sigh, Vil carefully handled it and walked toward the nearest trash can. What he didn't account for was the lid not being on properly. A single drop of it on his sleeve was all it took. 

The world suddenly began to spin as the world grew. 

"Oh, please!" He groaned. Thankfully, his voice did not become cartoonishly high. That wasn't one of his main concerns though. 

Vil took his magic pen from his coat pocket and cast a controlled fire shot. The snow melted only for the snow above it to replace the small hole he had made. He knew he wouldn't have enough magic to make his way back to the Hall of Mirrors.

With no other choice, he took his phone next. "Mira Mira, call Rook." Vil sighed. The phone sparked to life as it dialled his vice dorm head. He didn't have to wait long for him to pick up. 

"Vil! I was wondering where you'd gone." Rook gasped. "I was trying to dispose of someone's shrinking potion when it fell on my sleeve." He explained, the irritation slipping through his voice despite his attempts to keep calm. "I will find you immediately, don't worry! I See You!" Vil could hear him cast his unique magic.

Rook had given him a marked matching apple keychain a while back and Vil had taken to carrying it on him at all times. Sure, it was an incredible amount of trust to put in a person but Vil trusted Rook. Maybe sometimes too much. 

To his credit, Vil felt the ground trembling and heard Rook calling out for him quickly. "Roi de Poison! My beautiful Vil!" His frantic shouting rang out through the cold winter air. 

"Down here, by the trash can. Don't step on me." Vil said through the phone. He saw his brown boots before his golden locks and foxy emerald eyes came into view. Anyone seeing that would be terrified but it was Rook. Vil wasn't scared of Rook. 

Rook would only hurt him if it were for his own good, such as during VDC. He couldn't help but recall the way his heart sank as tears welled in his eyes upon the revelation that Rook had voted for Neige. Vil Schoenheit doesn't cry. 

"Let us return now, Roi de Poison!" Rook offered a gloved hand. Vil climbed on gracefully. "Rook, do I seem different?" Despite his obvious state, Rook only smiled in understanding. 

"My beautiful Vil, you retain your beauty no matter what form you take. I will always follow you." Rook lifted his palm up to his face, their eyes met. Suddenly, it all became so very clear to him.

"Kiss me."

A brief look of shock crossed those sharp green eyes of his. Vil closed his eyes, their lips gently touched. His world spun again and Vil found himself in Rook's arms. "True love's kiss, of course." Vil scoffed. Rook merely chuckled in response and Vil couldn't stop himself from joining him.

Ao3: HERE If you see it posted anywhere or by anyone else, it's not me.

Guys look it's french he-man

Twst incorrect quotes #09

Yuu: You have gone to far. You have captured me. Enslaved your whole dorm. Lied and manipulated me since the very beginning. All that I could forgive. But Jamil…

Jamil: What?

Yuu: A hoodie in this heat?

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Azul: Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer extortion. The X makes it sound cool.

Or

Yuu to Crowley: Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer extortion. The X makes it sound cool.

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Rook: A fistfight CAN be romantic.

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Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Vil*

Vil: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I have a MUCH elegant posture, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

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Yuu: Social distancing says you shouldn't be within an elbow's distance of each other.

*later, in a fistfight with a student tryna start some shit*

Yuu: Social distancing doesn't say nothing about feet! *kicks opponent in the face*

still my favourite part of book 6

I want an event where Kalim, Rook, and Silver are the leads. Let the three of them having light magic be of some significance.

I'm surprised they haven't done this yet.

I don't think the color of a character's cosmic magic has been brought up at all in the actual text of the game and this kind of thing feels like another huge missed opportunity. For all intents and purposes it might just exist to differentiate between good guy and bad guy inspired characters. Like I know the appeal of the game is supposed to be based on the villains, but that feels a little half-hearted at this point so why not give the light trio some time to shine?

Thank you for your take.

So cute!!

rose hunt-clover, a literal plant turned human due to science club shenanigans

he insists on calling trey and rook “papa”, though one of them is much more adamant about upholding this title than the other

please don't like without reblogging!

GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME ROBOTS

and erm here’s a French boy with his French marketable plush

I'M SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF

Fresh college graduate | After getting that job

An incomplete list of things that one "T" has done during his time attending Night Raven College

Accidentally drew the attention of one Rook Hunt, who has decided that because he is mysterious and hard to keep track of, he’s the perfect target to hunt

Accidentally angered Riddle by breaking the same rule 12 times in 14 days. Apologized every time, claims he forgot

Befriended Jade Leech, much to the horror of Azul

Set Crowley’s office on fire. Claims innocence

Gotten into a contest with Lilia to see who can jumpscare the other first. Neither party has been successful

Got both himself and Lilia a lifetime ban from the NRC kitchens

Photobombed Cater by trying to say hi, resulting in blurry ass backgrounds (7 times)

Pickpocketed Ruggie and then just returned the stuff out of sheer boredom (11 times. Ruggie is out for blood)

Gone through and pickpocketed half the student body when he got bored enough and then ran a big table to return everyone’s stuff, because he can’t remember who he stole it from

Started a collection of shoelaces stolen from everyone who insults his friends in his presence

Broken onto the RSA campus for no particular reason, mostly just hangs out with Chenya while there (14 times)

Somehow convinced Yuu that he should be Ramshackle Dorm's Vice Prefect

Taught Grim to say fuck

Menace

Hi!!! I just wanted to say that I really love the way you draw/write Vil in your little comics! I think you do a great job at capturing the more fun side of him in addition to the “pretentious, wine mom” look that’s often portrayed. It just makes the character feel more real.

Also, I was wondering if there was any way you could post that other version of Vil’s unique magic poster to the drive? The one with the full body shot? That’s one of my favorite pieces! (If not it’s totally chill - just figured I’d ask)

Thanks and have a great day!!!

thank you! 💜 and yeah, sure! I popped it in there as "Fairest One of All (Alternate)", and I apologize in advance for your black ink. (secretly though I also love how that one came out, so thank you for the validation. :') sometimes I do good!)

confession: when Twst was still in pre-release, I was not expecting to like any of the pom trio (the website descriptions are kinda terrible for everyone, and especially them). fortunately I was immediately proven wrong when it turned out that they're less ~mysterious aloof beauties~, and more the very weirdly specific dynamic of "Team Rocket except James got all the camp (and also Meowth is their weird little feral child they're trying to pull a pygmalion on against his will)".

(it's a good dynamic)

Today I chose violence, I decided to draw instead of getting ready 4 school



Happy Holidays everyone!

Put some twst ships in a wheel and Vil x Rook won^^ might make some more soon

~ Pomefiore Incorrect Quotes ~

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Epel, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea?

Vil: Tea.

Epel: Wrong. It's coffee.

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Vil: Did you buy eggs like I asked?

Rook: Even better!

Vil: What the fuck did you-

Rook: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

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Epel: Dammit, you ruin everything!

Vil: You're welcome.

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Epel: An apple a day keeps the doctor away!

Epel: An apple a day can also keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

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Epel: You're alive.

Vil: There's no need to sound so disappointed.

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Kidnapper: We have your child

Vil: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Vil: Oh god, you have Epel

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Epel: And now for a gay update with Rook.

Rook: Getting gayer.

Epel: Thank you, Rook.

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Epel: Quacking in my boobs over this

Epel: QUAKING*

Epel: BOOTS* FUCKER.

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Epel, acting tough: You guys don't want to mess with me.

Vil: Yeah, Vil will straight up cry in public. Don't try them.

Epel: Exactly, I will straight up-

Epel:

Epel, tearing up: Vil, why would you say that?!

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Vil: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like?

Epel: Do you make any other kind?

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Another One Done! Yay!! Btw, do you think I should and write headcannons, x reader, etc? I wanna try, maybe.

Doesn't matter... 🙂

According to a quiz by PetiteLepus on quotev, I belong in Pomefiore.

However, according to the official twisted wonderland sorting 'quiz' I am in Heartslabyul.

Maybe I'll make a new oc who's in Heartslabyul but wanted to be in Pomefiore. Like Epel is in Pomefiore but wanted to be in Savanaclaw.

Twisted Wonderland Vice HouseWardens Reacting To MC Cursing

Warning ⚠️

Cursing•Written By Minor•Yelling•Lookalike Brothers™️

Got bored writing that last ones sorry 😢.

Trey Clover ☘️🍬

He was in the Heartslabyul kitchen making poppyseed muffins, when he heard yelling upstairs. Knowing full well that it was coming from Ace and Deuce’s room, he stopped what he was doing and walked to up to see what was going on now. Once he opened the door he saw Ace, Deuce, and their other two roommates playing Mario Cart. Then he heard it. MC was talking through Ace’s phone, celebrating his first place victory by using some very not good words. He slammed the door, not wanting Riddle go here you and speed walked down stairs. That afternoon he walked to Ramshackle dorm and told you off for using such vulgar language when Riddle was in the same building. Though he quickly got over the whole deal.

Ruggie Bucchi 🐾🦴

Ruggie was bargaining with Sam when he heard you yelling from the door. He and Sam looked at each other and walked to the door, when Sam opened it they saw You and a Pomefiore. A trash can next to the other student, knocked over with trash spilt across the grass in-front of Sam’s Shop. The student was on his knees begging you not to tell Vil, while you told him off in various curses. Ruggie was surprised that you, a non-magical student was cursing out a sophomore Pomefiore student of all people. He then got back to the dorm and told everyone about how you yelled off that poor kids ears.

Jade Leech 🏊🏻‍♂️🌊

He was walking in the hallway on the second floor when he heard you arguing with Cater about who was hotter, Leona or Vil. He decided that it would be a good secret to hold over your heads. So he listened in. What he didn’t expect was for you and Cater to get into a full on brawl. Him cheering for Vil and you going for Leona Kingscholar. Not wanting you to get hurt he stepped in. Once he got you two apart you and Cater started yelling at him to let you two continue you fight. But he wouldn’t budge. So you two cursed at him until he walked away. Unknown to the two of you, he was actually going to go and fetch the two House Wardens. That was an awkward conversation.

Jamil Viper 🐍🪳

You two were studying in the library. When a question you didn’t know came up. So he asked you again. Fuck was the word you whispered under your breath. He quickly put his hand over your mouth before you said another word. Jamil looked around, when he didn’t see Kalim he sighed in relief. Then told you off for cursing in a public area. You passed the test with a 97 out of 100.

Rook Hunt 🏹🧢

He literally slapped you. Before you said it! You ran to Vil and told on him. He was told to rake the orchard for the next two weeks, alone.

Ortho Shroud 🤖💎

The Lookalike Twins™️ toward over you before a single word left your tongue.

Lilia Vonrouge 🦇💚

He swiftly covered Silver’s ears before you said another word. Then told you off for having such a dirty mouth around his children Silver and Sebek. Luckily Malleus wasn’t around to hear Lilia’s 50 minute rant about cursing in-front of children.

This was a most interesting and informative post.

You Simple Vile Monstrosity: Rook and the Flowers of Evil

My other two dumb history posts have at least a semblance of fun fact to them, but this is mostly going to be literary analysis and some theory. There's some interesting stuff here sure, but I don't really think it adds much to the overall landscape of twst theories. But it does make Rook make more sense to me so I am making this post anyway.

So without further ado, if you are like me and enjoy reading twst theories, you might know that the beginning lines of Twisted Wonderland are something we have been debating the meaning of since the game came out really. While I think we have been closing in on their true meaning as Chapter 7 progresses along, the phrase "Flowers of Evil" can actually refer to something specific: a french poetry collection of the same name (Les Fleurs du mal in french) by a poet name Charles Baudelaire originally published in 1857. The collection was extremely controversial, but today it is highly lauded and has inspired several other literary works, including a manga series by Shūzō Oshimi of the same name. I found out about the poetry collection while working on this request and finally finished reading it... and another essay by Baudelaire for reasons we can talk about later on in the post. For now let's talk poetry.

Beauté! 100 Points!

I don't speak french, so I read an English translation done by Aaron Poochigian that does contain the original french text in the back half of the book. The Flowers of Evil is split into seven-ish parts: The Flowers of Evil (just containing "To the Reader"), Spleen and the Ideal, Parisian Scenes, Wine, Flowers of Evil (again but with 12 poems this time), Revolt, and then Death. The sections are more or less organized by the subject of the poems, Spleen and the Ideal is the largest with Baudelaire musing over what the ideal concept of beauty is while Wine deals with getting drunk (on wine mostly if you can believe it.) One of the things that jumps out very quickly about Baudelaire's work is that his concept of beauty is almost synonymous with his concept of evil. He writes a lot about maggots eating corpses, about decay, he has a few poems that talk about vampires appearing to be the highest form of beauty but really being husks of rotted flesh; it's all very much about this acceptance that evil is a part of life and human nature, so therefore there must be beauty in it. The concept of "ideal beauty" must by it's nature be divorced from the concept of "morality." When Rook talks about the potential for Leona or Malleus to kill him and how beautiful that would be, I think he means the act of destruction itself would be beautiful. The circumstances surrounding it and the consequences of it are irrelevant to the concept; this is also why while he initially says he cannot find the crimson lotuses in GloMas beautiful Deuce accuses him of doing just that after everything is said and done. He cannot find beauty in Rollo's actions, but the visual and the fight are beautiful because of the effort he and the other students put in to stop them. And perhaps most importantly, it's why he is willing to drink Vil's poison and look upon what is supposedly ultimate ugliness and say "In this moment you are the fairest of them all." Because how could an act born out of such raw and genuine emotion be anything but?

Le Chasseur D'Armour, The Hunter of Love

Baudelaire wasn't just a poet, he fancied himself a critic and wrote multiple essays, the one I read for this post is The Painter of Modern Life. Which is actually a collection of several but they are all related, and I was directed to them by this wordpress post. In it, Baudelaire muses over how things can be both beautiful and ugly, and why:

"Beauty is made up of an eternal, invariable element, whose quantity it is excessively difficult to determine, and of a relative, circumstantial element... which severally or all at once, the age, its fashions, its morals, its emotions."

He was talking about fashion plates that depicted outdated costumes, but his point was more or less that if you strictly look at the design of the costume they look ridiculous: ugly. But when you take into account their historical value (these particular plates were all from the around the time of the French revolution) they become exceedingly important: beautiful. He also mentions in this same essay the importance of not just taking into account the opinions of so called "masters" and sneers at people who think they understand what is beautiful just because they have seen a painting done by a professional:

"... to declare that Raphael, or Racine, does not contain the whole secret, and that minor poets too have something good, solid and delightful to offer... that we might love general beauty, as it is expressed by classical poets and artists, we are no less wrong to neglect particular beauty, the beauty of circumstance and the sketch of manners."

In chapter 5, while helping Vil judge the auditions for VDC, Rook gives every audition 100 points because, well, in his mind they are all an example of perfect beauty specifically because they are the work of amateurs, and that is no less valuable to him or less worthy of praise that the work of the master. Now granted he clearly does value professional quality (he did have reasons for voting for Neige other than being a massive simp. Valid ones even if loosing does sting) but that's only in the context of strict rules and guidelines. When Rook is asked for his opinion, while he certainly does believe there is an absolute, academic definition beauty, he doesn't place any value on where that beauty comes from. Baudelaire muses over how human life "accidentally" puts mysterious beauty into the world, and the true appreciator of beauty must make himself not strictly a poet but:

"...an observer of life, and only later set himself the task of acquiring the means of expressing it... For most of us... the fantastic reality of life has become singularly diluted. [But he] never ceases to drink it in; his eyes and memories are full of it."

I strongly dislike suggesting in these posts that xyz is "the definitive reason" for why a character acts the way that he does, but I do think it is very interesting how well this describes Rook's ethos. He thinks of himself as a hunter, but in order to do that he needs to observe. Sure he takes it to exceptionally extreme lengths, but it makes him one of the most lively members of the NRC cast. Baudelaire is right, there are a million things about life we miss on a day to day basis wherein true beauty lies, but Rook sees all of it. His eyes, memories, camera, and secret photo albums are fit to burst with it.

My Noble and Beautiful Flower of Evil

I mentioned the opening text at the beginning of this post, and I stand by my interpretation that the phrase "flower of evil" it uses likely is not a specific reference to any of the poems themselves... beyond the obvious note that it is a collection of poems about finding beauty in, well, evil and most of the characters are based off of villains.

But there was something that started gnawing at me when I read the introduction to my translation, which was written by a poet named Dana Gioia. It was a very well written summary of Baudelaire's life and the significance of his work, but it mentioned a connection that I have seen brought up in twst theorizing before: Edgar Allen Poe.

You see, Baudelaire was obsessed with Poe. To the point that (according to the introduction) "He considered Poe a sacred martyr for art and referred to him as 'Saint Edgar.' In his morning devotions, Baudelaire prayed first to God and then to Poe."

I have nothing to say on that (because really what could you) but the point that Gioia wanted to make in that introduction was that Poe had a massive influence on Baudelaire's writing style. He wrote multiple essays on his work and translated them into French because he felt like Poe deserved the recognition, so while Gioia used this to argue that Poe's influence on Baudelaire shouldn't be underestimated...

I can't find the post, but someone was talking about how Malleus's mother's name Meleanor is very similar to "Lenore" and I recall people sort of brushing that connection off. I don't that name is a coincidence. I think the poem "Lenore" might very well have been something thought about when constructing her character, and that the themes in Poe's work might be very relevant to the overall story of Twisted Wonderland.

Something about ravens and telltale hearts just feels like they fit; maybe we have got it all wrong and Yuu's visions aren't coming from the mirror in Ramshackle, but the floorboards.

Semi- Unrelated Fun Facts:

If you read the name Baudelaire and thought to yourself it sounded familiar, you might have be thinking of the Baudelaire children from A Series of Unfortunate Events. This isn't exactly a coincidence as the author of the series admits to his writing being heavily influenced by Charles Baudelaire to the point he actually wrote the afterword to the translation I own.

Dana Gioia is the former Poet Laureate of the state of California, something that deeply confused me. Apparently the Governor of California appoints someone to a 2 year term and they travel around the state to promote poetry and literacy which is apparently something that 46/50 U.S. states and D.C. does to????

My glorious motherland of Pennsylvania is not one of these states, apparently we only ever appointed one, then eliminated the position entirely after he retired, and then started just. Handing out ones to people in individual cities and counties. Which is so par for the course here I don't know why I am surprised.

One of the first things any college level literature course will try to drill into you is that you don't examine the life of an author when examining their work. It might sound silly, but I think Baudelaire is a great example of why that's important. The man was addicted to drugs and sex, refused to get a "real job", lived off his inheritance from his wealthy father and eventually whatever money he could convince his mother to send him his entire adult life, and had her use her political connections to bail him out of legal trouble multiple times.

If I thought too hard about that it would make his lines in "Skeleton Laborers" (Nothingness is treacherous.//Even Death is a deceiver.//Alas, forever and ever,//work may be awaiting us) fall terribly flat, which I think does them a disservice. The man was very talented and I am glad he wrote them because I felt very seen when I read them.

Baudelaire opened his publication with a note to the reader, but he made it a full poem entitled "To the Reader." I liked the ending stanza so much I used a version of it to title my blog, and eventually my current masterlist: (Boredom! Moist-eyed, he dreams, while pulling on//a hookah pipe, of guillotine-cleft necks.//You, reader, know this tender freak of freaks-//hypocrite reader-mirror-man-mytwin!)

Likewise the title of this post is also taken from part of a poem, "Hymn to Beauty" (Beauty, you simple, vile monstrosity,//I cannot care about your origin,//provided that your gaze, smile, feet show me//a sweet infinity I have never known.) I think that fits Rook's ideals rather well, don't you?

BOY I SAY BOY, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE A GUY, I SAY, A GUY WHO GOES STALKIN YOU LIL ASSES ROUND A SCHOOL FULL OF CRANKY ASS WIZARDS BOY I SAY BOY YOU BETTER OFF GO HOGWARTS THAN THIS SHIT

Truly a blessing for the eyes

I'll render it properly one day but I needed to get this out of my system because

Holy Fucking Shit

Excuse me while I fucking bite at the walls

You always draw Rook so lovely!

Ambiguous Late Valentines Day art for you all <3

Loosely inspired by the heart dissection I did a couple days ago

IM GOING TO GO INSANE

Arms ARMS ARMS ROOKS ARMS WOOF WOOF WOOF- im gonna flatline.. please god I need it on the EN server ASAP

I NEED HIM AHHHHHHHH SO CUTE CUTE CUTE CUYE CUTE😭😭😭😭

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. AHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Headcanons according to this website🥀

Characters: All

A/N: The website in question is "Character Headcannon Generator" it so funny I had a great time doing these. (These are completely random I promise) Also for Idia's on his first roll it said he was an interovert I'm not joking :Sob:

CW: Make a book seven Scarabia chapter reference

If you liked Reblogs are SUPER HELPFUL for the algorithm. <3 Thank you very much and enjoy

Heartslabyul

Riddle- Wears Hello Kitty socks

Trey- Is a simp

Cater- Is queer

Deuce- Is the gay cousin

Ace- Is constantly singing for no reason

Savanaclaw

Leona- Has chronic nightmares

Ruggie- Will go feral

Jack- Has a diary that he write's in with a glittery gel pen

Octavinelle

Azul- Has an incredible short-term memory but an awful long-term memory

Jade- Gets bullied on Roblox

Floyd- Can play the kazoo

Scarabia

Kalim- It would not take much for him to turn evil (Clearly)

Jamil-  Desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one

Pomefiore

Vil- Knocks people over by hugging them

Rook- Is very good at walking in platform heels

Epel- Is a sleepwalker

Ignihyde

Idia- Is an artist

Ortho- Would succumb to the fog

Diasmonia

Malleus- Can beat you up if deserved

Lilia- Tackles and wrestles people to show affection

Silver- Makes your mom jokes

Sebek- Was forced to eat cement as a child