[ ✽ ] ˖ ˚ ◞ ┊ʺ A DREAM OF IRIDESCENT EYES

OMG HI !!!! It's been so long I'm glad to see you're doing well !! I missed sending asks and hearing your thoughts on them XD - 🦭

I GASPED OUT LOUD WHEN I GOT THE NOTIFICATION- HI 🦭 ANON WELCOME BACK 🫶

hope you're doing well too <33 and I missed reading your thoughts as well!! feel free to send them whenever you want!!

[ ✽ ] ˖ ˚ ◞ ┊ʺ CAMPUS CRUSHING WITH HEARTSLABYUL

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ the twst boys as campus crushes has been keeping me up at night. i’ll come at you with my hcs of this each day or so for a different dorm. my victims today are HEARTSLABYUL

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ gender neutral reader

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ warnings ,, just an itty bitty bit of angst in ace and cater’s parts but other than that , fluff

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ this is me trying to implement headcanons into my tumblr portfolio

you can’t tell me that…

riddle isn’t that insanely smart kid who’s on the debate team with you. for whatever reason it is, whether it be his dream goals or because his mother set certain precedents for him to achieve, he does everything scarily well on everything. you never knew him too well, just well enough to get your team pass competitions, but you wanted to know him better. he was always invited to the post win parties, but almost never wanted to actually take part in them, making up excuses for himself to not attend. just as you were leaving the auditorium to walk towards the buses, you caught up with riddle, gently tugging his arm to get his attention. it shouldn’t have made him blush the way he did. you practically begged him to join you for the party being held at one of the other member’s homes and he reluctantly agreed. he thought it was worth it for the way you smiled. “ i see… well, i suppose, i could accompany you… but of course ! it’s for the sake of sportsmanship ! ”

you can’t tell me that…

cater isn’t that social media star of your school. you are his friend. not the kind of friend who just kept him in good graces for the sake of clout, but instead the friend who could see through all of his happy captions. you were always there for him, but you didn’t know if you’d be there forever. graduation was steadily approaching and you grew solemn at the thought of you both losing that connection you had. you blamed it on school, but the reality was that time simply didn’t think that the two of you would be going down the same path. and then the night before graduation came. he was on your bed, painting his nails for the next day and you were engrossed in your books. that was until he looked at you and spoke about his worries of your drifting. the dam broke and you cried about how you didn’t want to lose him to others who’d never know him the way you did. his words reassured you, “ we’re gonna be close all the way till we’re old. who else is gonna be able to get the perfect pictures for me ? ”

you can’t tell me that…

deuce isn’t that cute guy who sits next to you during the lectures. he’s always so focused on his work, unless he’s asking you for extra help. his brows are usually furrowed, his bottom lip pushed outwards slightly, and his eyes filled with a sense of urgency. so, you’d lean over and explain the lesson to him in simpler terms. your whispers would kiss his cheeks and paint them peach, and he’d pray you wouldn’t notice. you help caused his grades to raise, so he thought to seek you for extra help outside of school. he told you that he’d pay for your help, but you refused his money and decided that payment would be best through a date. if only you had known how much his heart burst at the thought. over the week, he studied with you at your home and on the weekend, he took you on a lovely date to a nearby creek. you sat beside him, feeding the ducks as they came close to the both of you. “ i really like these ducks. i used to come here a lot when i was younger and even named a duck at some point. ”

you can’t tell me that…

ace isn’t that total asshole that you’ve been friends with forever. you went to preschool, high school and now college together. in college, you began to notice a shift in his character. he was trying to climb up a social hierarchy, one that you would never fit in. you never said anything about it, just turning his invites down, since you actually cared about your grades. or so you would say. in reality, it was hard for you to watch ace lose himself in the presence of people who’d never met his heart. he missed out on your birthday, just so that he could go and hang out with people who could care less about his well-being. you went to your dorm and cried and cried till your throat ached. ace only realized how badly he messed up, half-way through the hangout. when he did realize, he left immediately, going out and buying all the things he knew you liked before barging into your home with three bags in each hand. “ i’m such an asshole and i should’ve listened to you. i fucked up , but i still want to hangout with you tonight. ”

you can’t tell me that…

trey isn’t that student who also works at a nearby bakery. he’s pretty well-known around the campus, but not in the super popular way, but in the reliable way. he’s always been the type of student who’d just give the answers or extra notes when someone asked. he also made the most horrible april fool’s jokes when the time came, but other than that, you never had an opinion of him. that was until the day you came into the bakery, just five minutes before closing, tears streaming down your cheeks and books in your arms. you had the worst day ever, as you called it after you explained that your partner cheated on you, and that you were failing in a class because of an absence that you forgot to call in. he decided that it would be fine to close the bakery later that night. soon enough, you found yourself frequenting often, either to study with trey or even just to chat with him while he works. “ hmm ? i don’t mind you visiting all the time. just like the first time i told you , the doors are opened to you all the time. ” 

tags ,,, @ghost-hyacinth  @pandoa @idiaia​ @sleepybunboo  @mlk082​

dm me or send an ask if you’d like to be on it as well !

"I heard humans kiss others' wounds so that they heal faster and better... Did I do it incorrectly?"

anyways I'll just drop a doodle of my yuusona that I made in class today and give no further explanation

Hi hi! I just wanted to thanm you for the super nice tags on my jade series. They were the first thing i saw when i woke up so im vv happy!! Also, your layout is super pretty and may the mischievous cat visit your dreams asdhdls

Good morning dear!! Thank you for sending an ask, that's literally so sweet of you ?? I'm grinning so wide right now, if anything I should be the one thanking you for writing such an amazing series!! ALSO THAT'S SO NICE OF YOU, Che'nya is welcomed in my dreams anytime !!!

I have a lot to say but I didn't want to spam your notifications so I kept to the abridged version in the tags ksjdlskdksk well, since you're here I'll talk a bit more about my thoughts on it (under the cut), hope you don't mind ^^

I first read it before setting up my account actually and it stayed in my mind because you work very well with catching the readers attention and making them curious!! also, I loved your Jade characterization, how you describe his feelings of shock and his thought process, his opinions on humans, the way he tries to distance himself but can't, either due to his curious nature or the universe trying to play matchmaker (or both, who knows). I'm going to be honest and admit I don't like soulmate aus that much (dunno, the idea there's someone predetermined for u it's kinda suffocating ig) but this one got a GRIP on me. LITERALLY YOU MADE ME GET INTERESTED. I love love love how Jade tried to challenge that cliche within these types of aus of immediately throwing his things to the air to persue his soulmate, how he keeps his interests in mind first and foremost!! (although I did find very funny how Azul admited he would just abandon everything on spot)

at the end of the first chapter I was SHOCKED FLABBERGASTED STUNNED AT A LOSS FOR WORDS literally just stared at my phone for a while processing it because it was the LAST thing I'd have expected to happen. and immediately hurried to read the next part because I needed to know what would happen after that.

his inner thoughts on the beggining of chapter 2 made so much sense it was SO satisfactory!!! "A soulmate to him was this entirely new concept. He did not dream of someone filling him up with overflowing emotions. Jade wasn't empty." THIS THIS THIS it's soooo in accordance with his character.

The elective class made me curious to take it as well, honestly, Crowley please accept my enrollment letter I wanna be there too. The way he can't help but want to know the reader's name, so interested in them while they don't even know about him?? SOOO GOOD!!! the idea of him wanting to know reader's name is. so endearing. it's just an innocent interest you know?? him getting his hopes up about reader's beliefs and then being let down immediately WAS SO FUNNY, especially after they don't raise their hand on the soulmates one LMAO

him still thinking about reader's name makes me feel. some sort of way. imagine someone being so interested in you even your NAME becomes an object of interest??? I. I want it.

the opposites attract bit is SO TRUE that's what I think as well!! I'd love someone who compliments me well so we can share experiences and help each other grow! but I'd never be with someone whose core values are drastically different than mine.

also it's very funny that he thought of just. straight up telling the reader about what happened just to see their reaction. HIS HOPES GETTING UP AGAIN (even mine got up after the string reappeared) AND THEN HIM NOT WANTING THE STRING TO BE CUT? HIM STANDING TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK AFTER READER MENTIONS A BOYFRIEND?? THAT WAS. SO FUNNY, THE JADE HUMBLING you're so right I love him but sometimes he should be knocked down a peg. just for funsies

chapter 4 was actually really cute!! finally some interactions between the two! I was kind of surprised about reader lying, but more so about Jade noticing the flowers enough to know the meaning of them, which was also pretty endearing, in it's own way.

"Always. Always if they are connected to you. Perhaps he was the silly one. But you smiled. That was enough." SCREAMING SOBBING SHAKING SLIDING DOWN THE WALL

and. I'm so curious about chapter 5. will Jade finally learn reader's name? will reader discover about their soulmate connection?? will the red string come back??? this and much more in the next issue of A human myth of red, stay tuned!!

in conclusion: thank you for your series I have. many thoughts about it. it has stayed in my mind and I've been thinking about it! you're doing great <33

This was super fun I’m probably going to write atleast one of the other prompts thank you for the ideas!!! I initially used a randomized picker but I didn’t like the matchups so I kept the ones I liked then edited a few of the others. This took a little longer than expected but I hope you enjoy it!

Riddle, Floyd •Floyd tries to scare Riddle by simply jumping out and saying “Boo” •It worked a little too well and Floyd ended up being thrown 5 feet into the air with magic •Floyd refuses to ever let Riddle live that down and is determined to bring it up every time he sees him doing something important •Overall it was a 10/10 scare and was super successful ,Someone please give Riddle a break /j

Deuce, Ace •Ace tried to scare Deuce by using wind magic to act like their was a ghost there, you know like how people say if there’s a sudden wind gust and chill then there’s a ghost present •Deuce 100% believed it and absolutely freaked out •It wouldve been a great scare if Ace hadn’t given it away by laughing so hard •He ended up with a cauldron on top of him and got punished by Riddle for “being so childish” but it was totally worth it to see how scared Deuce got •Will bring it up anytime he thinks Deuce is getting too cocky •Definitely a 10/10 scare, very successful and Ace has a recording of it

Malleus, Leona •Malleus tried to scare Leona by doing a classic jumpscare since Lilia had attempted the same thing on him and it fascinated him !! •It worked slightly •Definitely gave Leona a slight scare but he didn’t show it at all •Malleus got disappointed at his reaction and Leona got ticked off at himself that something so simple was able to startle him •Overall a solid 5/10 was definitely more entertaining to watch as an outsider than it was to either of the ones involved

Vil, Rook •Surprisingly enough it was Vil who tried to scare Rook by just standing still as a statue when he thought Rook didn’t notice him enter the room, he was determined to get Rook back for all the scares he’s done to him over the years •Absolutely failed Rook noticed him immediately •Started saying how beautiful he looked •When Vil didn’t reply or show any shift in expression Rook picked him and started carrying him around like a bag •Vil started freaking out and after like 5 minutes of struggling he was finally let go •Will never attempt this again •Overall a -100/10 it was enjoyed by Rook but gave Vil a heart attack

Silver, Jade •Quite the odd choice but this time I feel Jade is the one scaring Silver •Silver is one of the few people to not be actively scared of the tweels so, of course, Jade wants to change this by just generally discussing disturbing topics and showing his teeth more than usual during a conversation with Silver •Doesn’t work •Silver grew up around Malleus he’s seen scarier things than some pointy teeth •Lilia has told much scarier stories than Jade could ever dream of •While this doesnt work as intended, Jade has found a new appreciation towards Silver and thinks of him more highly •3/10 didn’t work but might’ve started a slight friendship between the 2

Kalim, Jamil •Kalim tries to scare Jamil by prank calling him with the rest of the light music club gang •Didn’t work •Jamil recognized his voice immediately •Starts scolding him and saying how dangerous it was •Honestly pretty boring to say the least •Overall a 2/10 fun idea maybe next time let one of there other light music members do the talking

Cater, Trey •Cater tried to prank Trey by puttin Kool-aid in his shower spigot so the water comes out red •DEFINITELY WORKS •Trey screamed and started freaking out •Cater wouldve filmed it if Trey wasn’t literally in the shower •Most likely won’t do this again just because it wouldn’t be surprising but was definitely worth it •Was a once in a lifetime experience Cater won’t ever forget •Trey was not pleased but got less tense when realizing it was, in fact, not blood •Overall a 10/10 was worth the week of extra chores he got for doing it

Azul, Idia •Wow Idia outside?! •I mean he loves Halloween so obviously he has to pull a few scare pranks on his buddies for the season !! •He decides the best way to scare Azul is by putting ominous writing, you’re next, on his bathroom mirror and creeping behind him to tap his shoulders when he sees the message •Who let him into the dorm? Why the lovely tweels of course !!! •Works super well •Azul screams when he feels the hands placed on his shoulders •He turned around to see Idia and the tweels holding back laughter •Refuses to acknowledge how scared that made him and avoids Idia for a few days afterwards •The only reason he stopped avoiding Idia was when he found out he had a video of the encounter so he had to go negotiate for him to delete it •Idia refused to delete it and since the tweels found it funny they don’t do anything either so he still has it along with multiple backups of it •10/10 scare prank, it worked better than Azul would ever admit

Jack, Epel •Epel tried to scare Jack by putting a plastic severed hand on his bed •Only half worked •Scared him for a split second then he immediately noticed it was plastic and threw it away without saying anything •Somehow Vil got wind of this and Epel got heavily scolded for “trying something so immature” •Overall a 2/10 he would not do it again and there was no real reaction

Lilia, Ruggie •Lilia tried to scare Ruggie by appearing in front of him randomly •Totally worked •Ruggie went flying so high Lilia swore he had wings •Lilia had Cater record the whole thing and send it to him •Ruggie tried his best to compose himself afterwards but felt his heart racing for atleast 3 minutes afterwards •Overall a solid 7/10 his reaction was hilarious but he also felt like he was gonna die from how fast his heart was beating

Sebek, Ortho •Ortho tried to scare Sebek by playing creepy ambient noises then projecting ghosts onto the walls •It works though you wouldn’t be able to notice by his body language •He just stood stiff as a board until the projection of the ghosts and he started yelling for them to leave •His yelling was filled with audible worry but it seemed Ortho didn’t notice •It was fine though because Ortho could tell he got him just from the vitals •Overall a 5/10 it was entertaining but other than that it wasn’t anything special

Again, thank you so much for the prompt I absolutely loved writing this!!

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HIII 🦭 ANON. OMG THESE ARE DELIGHTFUL THANK YOU SOOO MUCH <3

I'm happy you liked the prompts! it does looks like you had a lot of fun, which I'm very glad for! OF COURSE I ENJOYED THESE, YOUR WRITING IS WONDERFUL!!! I love when you share it with us!!

• Riddle and Floyd

HELP THIS COMBINATION IS SO CANON LMAOO I know for a fact Floyd tried to scare Riddle at least once during the event.

ALSO FLOYD DOING THE SIMPLEST THING AND MANAGING TO SCARE RIDDLE IS SO FUNNY 😭 his appearence alone is scary enough 😭 rip Floyd for being thrown 5 feet away, I'm sure it was worth it

Riddle can't see him without thinking about this situation. his pressure levels are rising as we speak

• Deuce and Ace

ALSO SUPER CANON!!! for sureee Ace tried to scare Deuce, there's not a doubt in my mind that this has happened.

props to Ace for using his magic in a creative way! instead of focusing in class he uses his brain to come up with stuff like this... he's got his priorities straight ig

Deuce would pretend he isn't scared but his eyes are wide and looking around, his hands are sweaty and shaking, he's slowly backing away. he's going to be real embarrassed about falling for it, will curse Ace out

NOT ACE RECORDING IT 😭 he sent it to the first years groupchat for SURE

• Malleus and Leona

🦭 anon you've got the most canon combinations ever I'm laughing so hard imagining these happening

Malleus liking simple halloween scares is so cute omg... and then he is a little shit and tries to scare Leona HELP

Leona definetely will try to get him back for that. how DARE he try to scare him. this is a war now. (neither are very successful in their atempts. Ruggie and Lilia are laughing so hard at it)

• Vil and Rook

THIS IS SUCH AN INTERESTING COMBINATION, I didn't think about this possibility before and it's sooo entertaining

Rook would like a statue of Vil anyways 😭😭😭 nothing phases him. ALSO HIM JUST. CARRYING VIL AROUND??? THAT'S SO FUNNY HE'S SO OUT OF POCKET

Vil is traumatized, on top of the whole magicam monsters thing he has to endure this too, someone give him a break 🙏

• Silver and Jade

MY BELOVEDS <333 I. absolutely love the way you think anon. you're so right, Jade would like to try to disturb Silver a little since he isn't scared of him normally !!!

I love how unfazed Silver is lmaooo Jade would be telling the most disturbing Coral Sea tale he's got and Silver would be like "wow that's very interesting thanks for sharing 👍" respect adquired.

I belive in Jade and Silver friendship!!!!!!!!

• Kalim and Jamil

I'm so sorry Kalim but there's no way Jamil will fall for anything you try to pull off 😭

imagining the pop music club giggling around him as he tries to prank Jamil and then all of them ignoring the following lecture to think on who to call next (maybe it was Sebek lmao)

• Cater and Trey

CATER IS SO EVIL FOR THAT I'M LAUGHING SO HARD OMG

imagining Trey with a high pitched scream as soon as he opens the shower head and Cater rolling on the floor holding his stomach laughing

DEFINETELY WORTH THE EXTRA CHORES

• Azul and Idia

the board games club besties !!! Idia counting the number of his friends on his fingers and deciding one between his like 3 friends to prank 😭 of course it'd be Azul, his reaction would be priceless

Idia has been watching a few too many horror movies and I love it. THE TWEELS BEING MENACES HELPPP THEY'D PROBABLY RECORD THE WHOLE THING AND USE AS BLACKMAIL ON AZUL

AZUL BEING SALTY AND AVOIDING HIM AFTERWARDS 😭😭😭 CRYING IMAGINING THE WHOLE THING, Idia please send the video to me I wanna see it too

• Jack and Epel

Epel is so bold for this... Jack would immediately feel the smell of plastic and notice it was just a prop, throw it away and go back to sleep

he probably commented it with Vil later on (he wasn't trying to get Epel in trouble, he just wanted to comment about it with someone) and thus that's how Epel got his scolding

• Lilia and Ruggie

after laughing at Malleus and Leona, it's their turn!

Lilia just doing his everyday thing and it still working 😭 RUGGIE ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK. NOT CATER RECORDING IT TOO THEY'RE MENACES 😭

Ruggie is going to prank him back for it!! (in a light hearted and funny way!!)

• Sebek and Ortho

I believe Sebek secretely gets scared by this spooky supernatural things but does his best to pretend he doesn't because if he can't protect himself against this how could he ever call himself a brave knight of Malleus???

Ortho feeling a bit mischievous and wanting to get in the fun of halloween scares!! SEBEK YELLING AT THE GHOSTS 😭😭😭 HE WOULD

Ortho comments about it to the other first years. no one lets Sebek live it down.

🦭 ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS I HAD SO MUCH FUN READING!!! I was feeling down but this lifted my spirits, I'm very grateful!! honestly anon, if you ever decide to create a writing blog I'll be your number one fan and supporter, your writing is very good!!!

hello hello!,congrats on 400!!,for your event may I request Love language for azul both giving and receiving 👀

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ lovely love languages with azul ashengrotto !

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ gender neutral reader

[  ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ event rules+info and event masterlist ,,, you were the first request for the event <3 @yakoko i tagged you bc you requested for this right after them <3 hope you enjoy

GIVING ,,, receiving acts of service and gifts from azul

ACTS OF SERVICE WITH AZUL ASHENGROTTO—Azul loves helping you however he can, no strings attached. He likes feeling wanted and impressing you with how much he can do for you because of his strengths. He prides himself on his skills, skills that took late nights of stress and hard work to learn, but skills that he can use to make you smile. You rarely ever see him abstain from the chance to help you and often encourages you to ask for his services, whether it be for studying or advice on a project you're working on. It always brings him great joy to hear your thanks after he assists you. Sometimes, he services you without you even asking. A passing comment about how you were struggling on a test or class subject will scribe itself in his mind and the moment he’d get the chance he’d make you an easy to understand study guide. If there was a time where you complained about a project you’d be up late working on, he’d stay up to help you with it. 

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You yawned, stretching your arms up into the air. “ Goodness Azul,” you said, picking your head up to look at him. He looked tired too, darkness beneath his eyes, clothes disheveled, but he still seemed determined on helping you with the paper boards that you were to present in the morning. “ Are you sure about helping me? It’s late and you're busy with that event at the lounge, right?”

Azul held his hand out to you, signaling you to hand him the glue gun. He whispered a thank you when you handed it to him, “ If I help you right now you’ll be able to spend extra time at the lounge tomorrow.” he said. A sigh escaped his lips and he tugged at his uniform’s collar and loosened the tie so that it would comfortably rest away from his neck. Floyd and Jade had poked fun at him for his dedication to helping you, but he didn’t mind. If you asked him to make you a dazzling crown with stars, he would have.

A smile crawled its way onto your face, “ I guess you’re right about that.” You began to cut the cardstock into the shapes you needed. Without looking up at Azul, you spoke, “ Even if this is exhausting, I think it’s kind of nice getting to stay up with you like this.” There was a blush on your cheeks, but one that you welcomed.

He prayed that you didn’t see his hand tremble slightly from your words. “ It is nice.” A smile remained on his face throughout that night, even when you both were resting against each other, arms curled around each other lovingly.

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GIVING GIFTS WITH AZUL ASHENGROTTO—Every once in a while Azul will show up with a gift for you, wrapped just perfectly, with a shiny bow atop it. The contents vary, usually being things for you to pursue your hobbies or accessories that he thought would look lovely on you. Those types of gifts were somewhat rare, usually gifted on dates, but the gifts that weren’t rare were the ones that you thought counted the most. Azul often gives you snacks in between classes. Sometimes when you guys would pass each other in the halls, he’d notice your fatigue. As he scolds you for not taking care of yourself, he’d slip a little snack in your bag, or hand you an energy drink. Patrons at Mostro Lounge see you a lot, always getting free drinks with little notes accompanying them. They didn’t see that the notes were confessions of love or simple apologies for not having enough time to spend with you. Those were the gifts from Azul that most mattered.

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The lounge was somewhat quiet, the chatting of a few different tables occasionally echoed their ways to you, bouncing off the aquarium and the tables. The coral and sea creatures probably heard the chatter, talking amongst themselves about gossip and folktales. You sat alone, enthralled by their movements, like they were waltzing in the water. “ Azul says he’s sorry for not being able to hang out with you.” When you turned your head, you saw Floyd standing over you, a tray with your favorite drink and a blue envelope in his hand. You laughed, “ Oh, he knows he doesn’t need to worry about those sorts of things.” Floyd scrunched his nose at your lovestruck sight at the mention of his boss. He had seen the same look and heard similar tones from Azul whenever he referred to you. Heart completely full and eyes tinted in the colors of Aphrodite. It grossed Floyd. “ Ugh, here’s your drink and love letter.” he placed them on the table walking away with his shoulders slumped slightly. With gentle movements, you opened the letter, eyes softened at the neatly written words.

‘I’m sorry. I promise to make it up to you.’ ‘Love, Azul’

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RECEIVING ,,, giving azul acts of service and quality time

ACTS OF SERVICE FROM YOU—You were often helpful, sometimes because you had to be, and other times because you wanted to be. Azul loved when you were helpful, even if he often chided you for carrying too much on your plate. However, he wouldn’t lie about how he seemed to love the way you looked, laughing with Floyd, as you helped cleanup Mostro Lounge at the end of the night. Your heart was warm and generous, and even though he didn’t want to take too much, your warm heart would pull him closer and closer, and soon enough he’d see you helping at Mostro Lounge a lot more. He loved when you were in his office, rearranging the pillows or organizing the paper’s on his desk. And whenever you brought him sliced fruit while he worked, he felt as if his heart was walking on clouds. After a while he learned to not tell you not to stop since it would be a senseless conversation since whatever your warm heart wanted to do, it would.

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You guys had a method. You’d rinse the soapy cups while he dried and put them away. It was quiet in the Mostro Lounge, mostly since it was closing time and Floyd and Jade had already retreated to their rooms to rest. The last bit of work for the night was just the cups and when Azul told you he’d be up a bit later to deal with them, you rushed over to the lounge to help him.

He was humming the tune that played in the background, voice softer than cotton and sweeter than sugar. “ Your humming is cute.” He swore he almost dropped the cup that was in his hand. Shakily, he placed it onto the shelf, “ Ah, uhm, thank you.” he said, quietly. Not only did you help him so much, but you also had a great deal of power over him with your quiet words and presence. A harmonious laugh came from you, blossoming in the cold lounge like a rose made of flames, warming everywhere it touched. It kissed Azul’s ears with the loving flames. “ You’re welcome, darling.”

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QUALITY TIME FROM YOU—Admittedly, Azul was often busy. He ran the Mostro Lounge, managed great grades and was often roped into managing school events since his knowledge and work ethic were reliable. He spent hours and hours on end in his office, and before he confessed to you, that meant he was spending a lot of that time alone. Unsurprisingly, Azul became addicted to the small moments of time he had with you. He would grasp those fleeting moments and hold them for as long as he could, before reality cruelly took them away. Upon realizing this, you began spending more time with him in his office. He’d pull a chair closer to his desk so that you could study while he worked. Somedays, you’d sit on the couch and read, while you read his contracts. But you were there, and that was enough for him.

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Your book was discarded in your lap, and your head was resting against the arm of the couch. Your chest raised and lowered with your quiet breaths. Sleep had overtaken you in a harsh battle. It had been thirty minutes of you trying to keep your eyes—trying to focus on the words you were reading—but eventually you gave up. Azul was still working away, having yet to realize that you were sleeping. That was until the book fell from your lap and onto the floor with a thump. “ Are you okay—” he had begun to ask before his eyes widened when he noticed your peaceful face. “ Oh dear.” He stood from his desk, picking your book up and placing it on the table, before carefully moving your legs and arms so that you were laying down. In a way that reminded him of his mother, he lifted the throw blanket and draped it on your body. “ You can’t keep falling asleep here.” He didn’t mean it one bit.

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BONUS ,,, giving and receiving physical touch with azul

OCEAN SOUNDING LOVE—Azul wasn’t the most physically affectionate, admittedly. Most of it was hand holding, a hand at the small of your back, kisses on your forehead—he didn’t like to be too physically affectionate in public places. However, whenever you both were in public, he’d always make sure that your arm was hooked with his. It was his way of showing that you were with him whilst still keeping up his gentlemanly appearance. In private, he liked to hold you against him, tightly so that he could remind himself that you were there with him. He was most willing when he was already sleepy. At that point, he was at your mercy, yearning to cling against you for the comfort that you gave him.

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You followed Azul through the theater. Unfortunately, you trailed behind him slightly because of all the movement and loudness around you. You’d get distracted, glance away and then lose Azul, or whenever you did find him, someone would bump into you and you’d find yourself lost once more. Luckily, Azul always seemed to find you.

At some point, he grew tired of the game. He hooked your arm with his, averting his gaze as he did so, “ I hope this is alright. This way, it’ll be harder for us to lose each other.”

Gently, you rested your other palm against his arm, the one that held you so close and kept you warm, “ Oh, Azul, it will always be alright if it’s you,” you said, pressing a kiss to his arm, which was covered by his blazer. He could still feel the flames of your fiery rose of love.

[Club Activities - part 2]

Summary: Crowley keeps knocking at your door, quite literally, wanting to hear your club choice. You might as well get this over with.

Notes: gn!reader, humor, it's kinda long, reader is oblivious, mentions of minor injuries but in a funny way dw, it's the looong overdue pt2

Part: 1.0 / 2 (you're here!) / 2.5 (soon!)

"So, have you decided?"

Crowley stands by the doorway. He looks completely normal, a pleasant smile plastered on his lips. You blink, sluggish, resisting the urge to slam the door on his face.

"It's five a.m. on a sunday."

"Yes, that's correct, good to see you're keeping up with the passage of time."

You feel there's a jab aimed at you for taking your time on choosing a club. Or on answering the door. In your defense, Grim was sleeping on top of you and you didn't want to disturb his sleep. Nor yours. You were hoping the Headmaster would just give up and leave you alone, but instead he only knocked louder. 

"Well?"

"Uh..." You take a bit to remember the first thing he said. "No, I still have some meetings to go to."

"Were the sports clubs not to your liking? I'm sure you'd do well in one, should you put your efforts on it."

"Nah, I'll pass."

"I see. Then, you'll tell me your decision by the end of the week, yes?"

"Since when did we agree on this." It was a question, but with your drowsy state it just fell flat.

"Since now, of course! I was very kind to let you take so much time to chose a club, but you must understand I'm under some pressure as well to make sure you'll have the best possible education here. We can't afford to lose too much time!"

You blink again, your brain still sleepy. "Oh. Alright."

Crowley claps his hands in an excited manner. "Wonderful! I'll be eagerly waiting for your decision, then!"

Only as you watch his retreating back getting farther away that it finally registers just what you agreed on. You groan, closing the door and leaning against it.

Well, nothing to do about it now. You should really get onto it, anyway. Still, your break will be missed.

Film Research Club (Vil, Ortho platonically)

You had finally left the sports clubs behind, time to try something new, like arts!

Since you've worked with Vil at the SDC, you were already used to his strict personality and thought you'd be able to handle yourself pretty well. You might not have that much experience with acting but you did know how to pretend everything was ok and your life wasn't falling apart, so you think you might have potential.

It was quite surprising to see Ortho there, but the sight of your friend's welcoming eyes and cheer made you feel relieved, relaxing amidst the Pomefiore students. They were intimidating, though in a different way the guys from the Spelldrive club were. The latter looked like they could easily beat you to a pulp, while the former looked like they'd give you a disgusted stare and call you a peasant in such a condescending tone you'd implode on spot. They were all very pretty as well, but you wouldn't let that make you self conscious since you knew no one could beat Vil anyway.

Speaking of, Vil himself comes to speak with you and explain about the club with a professional conduct as he says that Crowley had warned him of your special situation and that he'd let you help out, since they always needed extra hands on deck. You got hopeful at that, perhaps it was time for you to shine and discover a hiden talent of yours! These daydreams are soon crushed as Vil puts you on backstage duty and turns around, having something or other to talk about with the other members.

Well. That was... not what you were expecting. Ortho explains that in order to enter the club as an actor, you must audition beforehand and prove yourself worthy. That makes sense, you guess, so you accept it with grace. Backstage work might not be as exciting as being on the actual stage, but you had Ortho by your side to make sure things won't be too dull. And a side of you wants to make Vil proud of your work, so you suck it up and ask Ortho to lead the way.

Ortho shows you around the set you'll be working on for the day. It's one of Pomefiore's dorm ballrooms, and it's huge. You look in awe at everything, even though it's a bit plain in terms of furniture, it's quite detailed. In moments like this you remember Pomefiore's dorm is a castle, as you feel the royalty emanating from the ceiling, with it's luxurious chandeliers, to the walls, with it's intricate golden patterns, even at the floor, by it's quality.

He teaches you how to operate the lights and sound for a bit while the actors decide on what they'll film that day. You feel just the tiniest bit of jealousy at them, especially because Vil seems to be very focused on everything they say. Ortho must notice this (of course he would), and tries to cheer you up. After all, you're his friend! He doesn't want you to feel bored at the club when there are so many insteresting things to do!

You move from the more technical parts and go to the storage room, where they keep most of the props and extra accessories. You explore it, looking at everything but not touching, not wanting to get in trouble if you break anything on accident. As you're looking at an old mirror, Ortho picks up one of the pink cowboy hats and puts it on your head. It looks goofy, not matching with your uniform at all, and it makes you laugh.

You retaliate by putting a pirate hat full of colorful feathers that's way too big on him. It slides down and covers his eyes, making him look like a little kid trying on their sibling's clothes. Not to mention the feathers, that also clash with his body's design. You both laugh and go to different directions, trying to find more things to put on.

Ortho ends up with a vivid red sash wrapped around his waist and a wooden rod in hands, while you've got a pink feather scarf around your neck and a hollow steel rod in hands. You stare down at each other from your sides of the room, pretending you're on one of those western cowboy movies, even acting like it too. You drawl out something about the town not being big enough for the two of you. Ortho goes along, putting up the worst pirate accent with his robotic voice and telling you to prepared to be boarded.

Between giggles, the two of you meet at the middle, your rods clashing as if they were swords. You make exaggerated moviments that would be impratical in any fight while dropping the most cliche lines you can think of. Ortho dodges your attacks in slow motion and retributes with his own, making it seem more like some funny dance than a sword fight.

You were having so much fun you kind of forgot you were there to do a job. You're quickly reminded as the door suddenly opens and you, startled, let the steel rod slip from your hands mid attack and hit the wall with a loud clang. There stands Vil, hands on his hips as he stares at the two of you with one arched eyebrow, an unimpressed look on his face even after almost being hit right on it. You're not looking the most dignified, with your whole attire. Nor is Ortho, which helps you to not feel alone on the receiving end of Vil's judgment.

The three of you leave the props behind and return to the main area. More precisely, to the actors' dressing room part. It's not an actual separate room, but rather a space of the ballroom reserved for this. Most have put on their costumes and are adjusting the finer details, Vil instructs you to help them while he sets up the stage.

You try your best, but every actor sends you a glare as you approach them, making you turn on your heels and try another one. And another. And another. You're not feeling very helpful. How you wish you could just ignore it like Ortho does. The only thing you actually do is helping zip up some clothes when they can't reach their backs and do it themselves. You don't dare to touch their hair or you feel they'd explode you with their minds. There is one instance when you have to lace a guy into a corset, but you get a bit confused with all the laces. Maybe it's like tying a shoe? You pull on it with too much force at first, leading him to complain at you the entire time. In your defense, you've never done this before! You tie it up with a cute lace at the end to make up for it and scurry away before he could release more of his wrath upon you. You settle on following Ortho around like a lost puppy.

Finally, everyone finishes up and you move to the middle of the room, where the scene will be taking place. From what you gather, the movie they are making is about a royal family that's having their heir assume the throne, but there's a plot against him going behind the scenes. The main character seems to be corset guy, who still glares at you whenever you pass by his camp of vision, much to your (un)luck.

Ortho leads you to the first place he showed, since they'd start recording soon. You watch him work with the lights, turning them on dramatically as they start the scene and making it follow the main lead as he monologues about his woes of assuming such a big responsability and how he feels between the sea of people present. The actor does a good job, good enogh to appease Vil, who watches attentively near the camera. The thing is, he's trying to replicate a foreign accent and that, combined with his melodramatic lines, makes you have to stifle a laugh.

You try your best to stay quiet and pay attention to the story, but some of the lines and the way they dramatically deliver them sound so silly you can't help but giggle in your palm. Ortho looks at you inquisitively, tilting his head and trying to understand what you found so funny. You whisper an explanation to him, making him see the words in a different manner. As you laugh, he laughs along discretely, both of you having fun again.

Vil motions for you to keep your volume down, as to not disturb the actors and break their concentration, and you send him a thumbs up. Still, you keep on reacting, even mouthing their words with exaggerated facial expressions. Ortho seems much more interested in what you have to show than the lights, since he misses some of his cues and gets it later or sooner than intended. Which is also funny, since the confused looks on the background actors' faces are very entertaining. 

It comes to a point in which you're holding in your laughter so much you're a bit out of air, and you end up bumping into one of the controls, making the background music change suddenly, from a calm waltz to an action scenesque one. Your startled eyes meet Ortho's, and in true friendship fashion you both burst out laughing. Vil cuts the filming and strides up on you two, reprimanding you once again, and you feel like a guilty puppy being scolded by their owner. You must look like that too, since he sighs like an overworked mother and takes pity on you, deciding on something else for you to do and leave Ortho to do his job without distractions.

Vil gives you the role of an extra to play, just for you to have an idle conversation with the protagonist that won't last even five minutes. He shows you exactly how the scene should go, taking hold of your hand to conduct a dance and dropping casual chatter with you, looking you in the eyes, with a conduct that's so charming you're sure you feel your heart skip a beat (too bad it's just acting though). You feel like you can do that as well, so you hurry to change into one of the formal outfits and repeat the line Vil told you over and over again in your head, heart beating way too fast.

There is just one thing you didn't count on: you apparently have a bad case of stage fright. Or perhaps it's happening especifically because you know Vil will be watching you like a hawk. As you position yourself amidst the other extras, you feel your heartbeat accelerating and your hands start to sweat. You try to relax your tense shoulders and clear your throat, looking at the floor to steady yourself.

As your cue approaches, you move closer to the corset guy, whose attention snaps at you as soon as you enter his vision field. Even if his face looks polite, like a prince, you can feel the glare he's still sending your way, just on a more subdued level this time. You can also feel the stares of the others on your back and your tongue seems to have been tied. Your head comes up with a blank when you try to remember what Vil told you to say. Oh, this is not good. Why did this have to be so nerve wracking?

Time passes slowly, seconds feels like hours as the protagonist waits expectantly for your words. Trying to not disappoint, you blurt out a joke improvisation line, like the ones you see on movies sometimes. Unfortunately, your sense of humor is vastly different from Pomefiore's students', and the joke falls so flat everyone has to take a moment to recover. You wish for the ground to swallow you as Vil yells a "Cut!" and the other actors look judgmentally in your way. Maybe if you close your eyes it will go away? You can still hear the other's whispering, and although you don't understand what exactly they're saying, you can only guess they're mocking you. Welp, guess it's time to become a hermit at ramshackle and never show your face at school ever again!

It takes only a minute, but as soon as Vil has recomposed himself he commands everyone to be quiet. You open your eyes again, gathering all your courage to see the disappointed look on his face, but you're surprised that's not what greets you. Instead, Vil's got a nasty glare that's sharp enough to cut a man, and it's not directed at you at all! Vil procceds to reprimand the rest of the cast for being so inelegant as to make fun of a begginer and even mocks their need to feel superior. You've never felt more grateful for him in your life, maybe you can still go to classes after that, since no one will dare to mess with you and risk his wrath.

As the others look ashamed for being yelled at by their leader, Vil pulls you aside and tells you that maybe it's better to try something else if your stage fright is going to affect your performance so much. He sounds strict as always, but he has an almost soft look in his eyes as he congratulates you for trying to overcome that fear and that you did well enough for someone with no experience. You feel a lot better after that and thank him sincerely, promising to give it your all at whatever other job you can do to help! He smiles at your enthusiasm and it's as if the clouds have parted ways for the sun to shine. (The other club members look amazed, as they've never seen such a soft smile on Vil's face before.)

He then asks you if you know how to work with a camera. If taking pics with Cater to post on Magicam counts then yes, you do have some experience with it. Vil says he's got the perfect job for you: being part of the camera crew and helping to film everything. You accept, after all, how hard can it be, really?

Apparently, a lot. Vil had just left out a little detail from this job: you'd be filming the aerial angle of this scene. Which meant using Kalim's magic carpet. As you recall, you're not the most adept at riding it, flashbacks from winter vacation entering in your mind. Still, you had promised Vil you'd help on this, and you weren't sure if he'd find you another thing to do or get your complaining the wrong way, so you decide to give it a try anyway.

You wobble on it, camera propped up on your shoulder and secured by a sling strap just in case you losen your hold on it. (Which is very likely). Surprisingly, you manage to get the carpet off the ground without many complications, so things are looking up (quite literally)! And then comes the part where you have to guide it and you're almost thrown out of a window with the force it makes a turn. Your grip on it tightens and you try to wrestle it into submission, with little success.

Things procced like this, you trying to learn how to drive the carpet while making turns on the air and holding on for your life. (And making sure the camera is safe. You don't want a repeat of the chandelier accident from the start of the year, so you're not taking any chances). Anything you might have tried to film is probably so shaky and blurry it isn't even usable, but you have more important matters to worry about.

That goes on until you make a particularly sharp turn, causing the carpet to lose control and go spiraling straight to the floor. Luckly, you manage to land on a convenientely placed couch (has that been there before?) and doesn't get much hurt. You're clutching the camera to your chest in a protective manner, so it isn't damaged either. At least, not much, but it isn't anything the Ignihyde guys can't fix.

Vil and Ortho are by your side in an instant, asking if you're alright. Vil extends his hand and pulls you up like a gentleman, fixing your hair softly. He's really close to your face and you can feel your heart beating faster, though you're not sure if it's due to that or the adrenaline of the fall. Ortho reassures you that not even him got the hang of piloting the carpet, as it seems to only actually obey Kalim, and that you did your best!

You really did try, so you can safely say you won't discover any hidden acting talent any time soon. Time to check out other clubs. 

(Ortho tells you to drop by another time at practice and watch the recording with him, since he had a lot of fun! Vil tells you that should you wish and work hard for it, you may have potential and he'd be willing to help you reach it. You agree, since it was very nice to visit and, most of all, to get to see Vil on his element like this. There's an added bonus of you not having ended up at the infirmary as well, which is enough to put the club on a positive light in your books. It's a bit sad that's the standard, but oh well, nothing to do about it.)

Science Club (Trey, Rook)

Alright, art may not be for you, but maybe science is! Or... whatever it is that they do in this club.

It's a bit intimidating since there are way too many people there, more than you've seen in any other club. What could they possibly be doing to attract this many people?

Rook, as observant as ever, notices you before you've even set foot inside the lab, coming close to greet you and ask if you were going to join them for the day. You relutanctly agree, staying close to his side as he leads you deeper into the room, opening the path. You make sure to not bump into anyone and cause an accident.

Trey is at one of the work tables at the back, sharing it with Rook. He sends a calming smile your way and explains that it's a club with a vast variety of activities, as long as they're not of the physical sort. You sigh in relief, listening to him reciting things such as plant cultivation and chemistry experiments. You already have to do those things on your regular classes, so you're confident in your ability of succeding for once. Rook adds that this flexibility in activity has attracted many people, creating a beauté diversity of members. (Trey explains that there's a lot of odd people as he side eyes Rook).

You sit with them, since you don't know anyone else. Rook goes on about the experiment he'll be doing this time, something that will leave a beautiful impact and stay on the mind of anyone looking. It sounds a lot like what happens when you partner up with Ace and Deuce at alchemy class, that is, stuff is about to be blown up. You scoot closer to Trey.

Taking pity on you, Trey reminds Rook that there's an ingredient missing, since they had used all from the lab's storage on their last class, and offers to get it at the botanical garden for him, inviting you to come along. You jump at the opportunity, agreeing and getting up to follow him. Rook thanks his generosity and explains that there's no way a gentleman like him would leave all the hard work onto the two of you, so he follows along. Trey looks a bit annoyed, but you only wanted to get out of being roped into a crazy experiment so you don't mind much, as long as you keep Rook away from any potential explosive plants.

The fresh air from the gardens is much better than the stuffy feeling from the crowded lab, and you take a deep breath to appreciate it. Trey takes you to the temperate zone, the path filled with beautiful flowers of all colors and scents. The sound of the little river below you only adds to the pleasant atmosphere, the sun rays warming up your skin and soul. It's wonderful. You'd like it if your club classes were to take place there. It might be enough to convince you to join, the nature so full of life energizing your mood, a smile blooming on your face.

You pass by an area that has thicker vegetation and stands out from the whole, attracting your curiosity, so you ask Trey what could be there. He warns you to not wander to that side of the garden, as there were carnivorous plants being cultivated by the third years. You wave him off, saying you had those back in your world and they were pretty harmless. Trey looks at you in doubt, but decides to not question it, aceptting your answer and going back to his search for the missing ingredient. 

Since you have no idea what you should be looking for, you leave the boys to it, deciding to observe the flowers instead. Distracted, you end up getting farther away from them, the flora enticing you and putting you under a spell, demanding your attention. It's not until you bump into a tall... something, that you realize how far you had gone. You lift up your head, wondering if you had bumped into a tree, only to find two open hinged lobes dripping with sap closing on your face.

A scream gets caught in your throat as you take in the gigantic carnivorous plant in front of you, that's only coming closer. You didn't know that when Trey had mentioned them, he didn't explain that they aren't like the one from your world at all. Not only were they huge, but also seemed ready to eat a human at any given chance.

You're pulled by someone behind you, falling into a secure chest and feeling strong arms embracing your waist as the plant's jaw's close into the air where you were just a second ago. The sigh you let out shakes your whole body and you let your weight be supported by your saviour. You find out his identity soon enough, as a familiar voice by your ear calls you chéri and asks if you were fine.

After thanking Rook, he guides you to the main area of the garden with a protective hand behind your back, making sure you wouldn't stumble into any more potential dangerous plants, as he goes on about how they were "the hunters of the natural world" and how "such danger has it's own alluring charm, non?" You don't catch the glint in his eyes as he asks the question, too busy trying to get your heart beat back into a normal rhythm. 

Trey scolds you lightly for ignoring his advice, but he seems busier trying to equilibrate the plants he harvested in his arms and glaring at Rook, probably for leaving him alone to do all the work. Rook stays unbothered, putting his hands on your shoulders and staying close as he directs you to the exit, his usual smile stamped on his face.

As you put the fresh ingredients near the others that Rook had selected earlier, you notice some strawberries in the mix. You shot a questioning stare at Trey, making him laugh and explain he took the chance to harvest some of his hand grown special strawberries. He takes some from your hands, brushing your fingers together before lifting them up to inspect closely. The strawberries are a beautiful shade of red, making you salivate only by looking at them. Trey has a contemplative expression as he murmurs he should use them as soon as possible in order to make the best use of their ripeness.

You suggest him to make a strawberry tart with them and offers your help, on the light price of getting to eat it as well. He smiles and agrees to your proposal, telling you to follow him to the kitchens. You do, happily so as you carry some of the strawberries in your arms, leaving Rook to take care of the potions experiment. Really, you feel like you've killed two birds with one stone, so you pat yourself on the back for doing a good job.

Back at the first month of classes, you remember cooking with Trey, Ace, Deuce and Grim, and how much fun you had, despite the circumstances. With the group reduced to two, it might be more toilsome, but you were confident it would be worth it.

Trey finds an extra apron for you, tying it himself to make sure it would stay in place. He gently explains the steps to prepare the ingredients, helping you whenever you didn't understand something. It was quite nice, seeing Trey look so in his element, an unconscious soft expression on his face, as if he was enjoying himself. It's domestic, even, how you dance around each other in the kitchen, passing bowls and cutlery back and forth. He is good humored as he recalls stories from the club, making you laugh whenever he bemoans Rook's experiments.

The stories he tells are very captivating, so much so that you don't look at the recipe book, doing the steps on automatic. Once or twice you almost spill what you were mixing or use too much force to cut something, but it's salvageable every time, so you don't comment on it. You leave the crust on the oven for a bit too much, but it's only slightly charred, so you're pretty sure it's still edible. One of the flour bags slips from your hands and falls on the sink, covering your face in flour powder. Trey helps you clean up, but he's laughing at you and your now white hair. It comes to the point in which you're mixing the crème pâtissière and you get too close to the stove, making the ends of your sleeves to catch on fire. Trey quickly puts it out and runs your arm under cold water. The crème ends up a bit too lumpy, since neither of you were stirring it for a while, but it's not too bad.

Alright, maybe you're not the best at cooking. Still, arranging the strawberries in a circle on top of the tart was pretty fun. The last thing left to do is to let it cool. You lick your lips thinking about eating it once it's ready. You're about to help Trey clean the mess you've made in the kitchen when Rook bursts through the door, looking excited. He tells you there's no time to explain and takes you by the hand, dragging you back to the laboratory. You send Trey your best regards and wish him luck in cleaning everything alone. He sends you a pitying look back.

You should wish yourself some luck as well, since the motive for Rook to have brought you to the lab was for you to help him with the new formula he thought for his experiment. He explains that the one he was trying didn't have it's desired effects, as you could clearly see from the scorch marks on the table you were sitting before. He says that for the new formula, he'll need help to get the ingredients prepared and handed over, since he couldn't stop stirring it until everything was added in. You don't know how he came up with this solution, and honestly? You don't want to know.

Having no other choice, you agree to help him. He reminds you to put your gloves and safety googles on before starting, making a comment on how your cute apron would do as your lab coat. After getting into place, you follow all of Rook's instructions, preparing and handing over the ingredients he asks for. You have no idea what it is that he's going for, as your potions classes are still on a basic and more theorical level, but you decide to trust that he, as your upperclassman, knows what he's doing.

Dread pools on your gut as you watch the ingredients going into the cauldron. There's a hissing sound and bubbles emerge from the deep purple concotion. You have no time to react as Rook thows his arm in front of you just in time for the explosion to take place. You grip onto the table tightly and manage to stay upright, thanking the Sevens for your safety googles. If it were not for them, your entire face would be covered in a sparkling purple powder, some getting into your hair as well. Rook laughs and tells you that you shine bright like the sun. You look on unamused. Trey appears, having heard the explosion, and sighs, clearly being too used to this happening. He tells you and Rook to clean up as he starts to clean your mess, bless him.

Rook takes you to the nearest bathroom available, both of you trying to wash the explosion's results off. It has stuck like glue, and you have to splash your face with the cold water over and over for it to go away. You think there's still some of it on your hair, but can't bring yourself to care much. The apron wasn't enough to cover your body, so your clothes weren't spared either. Rook doesn't comment on it, but you can see him looking at you funny by the corner of your eye.

As you enter the lab, you see that the students that stayed after the first explosion had left. Rook wonders out loud on why they didn't like the innovation of his experiment, sighing as he goes on about the beauty of curiosity. You and Trey exchange glances as you clean everything together. You feel like you stayed way past the club's scheduled time and your arms hurt from moping the floor. At least you get to share your wonky strawberry tart. It doesn't taste as good as Trey's usual ones do, but you like it. You can't decide if it was worth all the trouble though.

Grim laughs at you once you get back to Ramshackle, your face is itching for the rest of the day, there's some sparkles in your hair for the rest of the week, your slightly burnt arm won't stop aching, you sent your clothes' laundry bill for Rook to pay. As much as you respect scientific advances, you feel that being involved in the research isn't for you (nor the cooking). Time to check out other clubs.

(Rook keeps approaching you at the halls to update you on how he's thought of possible changes to make the potion work. Trey comments he liked having company in the kitchen and help for cleaning up for once. They aren't very subtle. You don't even have to agree to visit the club again another time, as Rook has already volunteered you as his lab assistant and Trey has gifted you a recipe book with markings on which recipes you'll try to bake next. Guess you have no other choice but to go back now.)

Pop Music Club (Cater, Kalim, Lilia)

And back to the arts you go. But this time, instead of performing, how about playing some music? Joining the school band might be fun!

You're surprised to only find three people in the club. All the others had a bunch of people, but in this one, once you enter the classroom you're met with three of your friends hanging out in a couch. Why was there a couch in this classroom in the first place!?

It's not just three random people, either. It's the chillest and most extroverted people of the school, the ones that got along with everyone and were very popular. They whip their head so fast to the direction of the door once you enter you get a little worried for their necks. They seem elated to have a visitor, so you suppose this won't be so bad, even if you don't feel confident enough to play an instrument in front of other people.

Kalim jumps at you and envelops you in a big hug, a smile shining on his face as usual. Lilia pats you on the back, pushing you closer to the center of the room and welcoming you. Cater takes out his phone and takes a selfie with everyone, declaring it would go viral to have the cutest people of the school all together in one place and gushing over how many likes he'd get. They sure are a lively bunch.

Lilia plops you down on the couch, telling you to feel at home and winking. There's a center table with food containers in front of you, Kalim offers you a bite, explaining they made the snacks to bring to their club meetings, and Cater proposes to make it a culinary competition, in which you'd judge which one was the best. You were pretty sure you had left the cooking behind at the science club, what did it even had to do with music? Well, you weren't going to complain about getting free food!

Cater insists you try his first, a round tupperware with fried corn tortilla chips and guacamole in a dipping bowl at the center. It looks amazing, making your mouth water a bit. You take one of the chips, lightly lower it on the dip and take a bite. It's overall very good, the consistency and the crispness are wonderful, there's just one little problem: it's very spicy. Very spicy. Not the "oh no there's a tiny bit of spice in my otherwise bland food" type but the "my eyes are burning my thorat is burning my stomach is burning I'm going to burn from the inside out" type. And that's how you feel as you fan your face and drink the water Kalim brings you, though it only makes the burning worse, spreading it throughout your mouth and making your eyes water. Lilia appears upside down, hanging from the ceiling and scaring you, and offers you a glass of milk instead. You gratefully take it and chug it down as quick as you can.

Once you've calmed down, Lilia explains how he keeps milk around for Cater's food, that's way too spicy for his liking. Cater looks at you with puppy eyes, asking if you liked the chilli peppers he added to the recipe. You didn't, not really. It would be one thing to add some, sure, but it's like there's more pepper than anything else. You weakly smile at him and explain apologetically that it might not suit your tastes so much. Cater seems a bit down, but he only shrugs and jokingly says that not everyone can have good taste.

Kalim bounces up to you next, shoving his container in front of your face and telling you to try it. He proudly says he made it all without Jamil's help and that he hopes you'll like it. You look at the fried dumplings, remembering it's a sweet called awameh. It looks good as well, although a bit burnt, nothing that would stop you from eating it. You take one, getting surprised by how crunchy they ended up being, the sweetness exploding in your tongue. It would be very good, but you have the impression Kalim must have used the wrong measure of the ingredients. Yes, it was sweet, but it was way too sweet. Not only that, the sugar mixed with the cinnamon on the syrup also left you thirsty, as you downed another cup of water. It was like cinnamon was impregnated on your mouth, there was definetly too much.

While you accept your tongue will never be the same after the combo of strong flavours, Kalim reveals he tried to follow one of Jamil's mom's recipes for it, declaring it to be the best he's ever proved. He just got a bit confused when taking the measures for some ingredients, but he was proud of his work! You make a mental note to try to eat one of Jamil's awameh later, sure that it would taste delicious, and compliments Kalim on his efforts, suggesting gently to ask for help next time he has trouble with it.

The last one is Lilia, and you start dreading what might be hidden on his container. He seems preppy that someone will get to try his food, telling you that he's the one that cooks dinner at Diasomnia and how Silver and Sebek love his food. Cater and Kalim look at you with pity, shaking their heads. You've heard of Lilia's infamous cooking skills before, so you have to mentally prepare yourself before looking at what he prepared. It's... uh... something alright. Though it's unrecognizable, a dark glob that just looks sticky and burnt after the point. Your desperate look does nothing for Cater and Kalim to try to save you, as they look away furtively.

Aceppting your fate, you take one of the spoons Lilia brought and take the smallest bite possible while he stares at you attentively. It tastes foul, as expected, as if something had died in your mouth. You resist the urge to gag, trying to go for a smile and ending up with a grimace instead. It's horrible, there's no other way to describe it. All the rumors don't do it justice, it's way worse than what they say. You suspect you will get food poisoning later, as you down another glass of water. At least you're keeping yourself hydrated. Lilia seems to either not notice or pretend he didn't, as he keeps his cheery attitude and asks if you liked it. You nod weakly, hoping it would be enough for him to not force you to take another bite. He mercifully looks satisfied with the answer and you sigh with relief.

In the end you tell them you don't know which one was the best (you side eye Lilia's, thinking on how you knew which one was the worst at least). They don't look disappointed, content in having you prove their food as each munchs on their own snacks happily. You wonder how they manage to do it. Suddenly you miss Trey's baking and the wonky strawberry tart you've made.

As everyone sits together, Cater puts on some electropop song on the background that reminds you of the famous vocaloids from your world. You have an epiphany that Cater would listen to Hatsune Miku. You're not sure what to do with that information, staying quiet in shock as the other three talk between themselves. You remember him mentioning something like it when you went to do the SDC auditions, but you had other things to worry about and it must have slipped your mind. Once you've recomposed yourself, you ask what the food had to do with music, since the question had been burning in your mind for some time (not as much as your tongue burned tho).

They explain that the pop music club doen't really do much music, as the name suggests, they mostly just hang around to chat and chill. It has gotten them in a bit of trouble with the Headmaster, as they don't do anything that could actually be considered a club activity, causing him to have threatened to disband the club. Not to mention there's no new members for a while, no matter how much they try to attract more students. You consider joining this one just to spite Crowley. They clarify that they do play their instruments every once in a while to cover some song, but with their different music tastes they never reach an agreement on what to play most of the time.

You're curious on how they might sound as a band, sure it would be a chaotic but entertaining sight. You would ask to see this, if it was not for Cater excitedly declaring it's "gossiping time". They put on elevator music to play at the background and huddle close together, leaving a spot open for you to join their little circle, as if you were about to be in into the school's secrets. And that's exactly what happens, as the three of them seem to know about everyone and everything that goes on Night Raven College. There's so much drama you've never heard about, and you feel you know way too much about the lives of people you've never even met, but it's nice to create conspiracy theories about what would happen next in the soap opera that was other people's lives.

The topic changes to Magicam, since you were lowkey stalking the boy that had caused a ruckus in the cafeteria the past days. Cater likes his account's aesthetic, saying it passes the bad boy vibes he has, and whines about their club's magicam page. You weren't aware they even had one, so you ask to see it. It's... not what you were expecting. They might as well not have an account, since there are no photos other than their icon, which was the symbol of the club. Cater complains that they couldn't come to an agreement on how the page should look and were too lazy to try to work something out, so it has stayed like that for months.

Since you know how much he cares about this stuff, you offer your help! After all, it could be a lot of fun, and it'd feel as if you're the manager of the club. Cater lightens up with joy, throwing his arms around you and bringing you close to affectionately rub his cheeck on the top of your head, thanking you for being such a prestative underclassman. You enter your business mode, thinking on how you could go about this. It makes sense to promote the club doing something other than hanging out, so you tell them to pick up their instruments and pose.

You go around them and try many different angles. Kalim and Lilia have fun doing weird poses that makes very clear they aren't playing at all, but there's a charming genuine smile on their faces. Cater poses with his guitar like a professional, making captivating facial expressions that make even you swoon, only encouraging him to make different ones. He could be a model, you think, with how he knows all the right ways to smile at the camera and tilts his head just so to make him look cute and alluring at the same time, fingers skillfully positioned at the eletric guitar's chords, eyes lidded, hair messy deliberately, body facing forwards with confidence. He has everything to ace the rockstar persona, at least in looks.

You try taking some of them together as an unit, but none pleases you enough. There's something missing, but you can't quite put your finger on what. You give his cellphone back as you ponder about it. Cater looks through the photos, commenting how one looks "super cool~" and in the other he's "slaying". He decides it'd be a great moment to take advantage of his cuteness streak to take a photo with everyone together, yourself included. Cater drapes his arm around your shoulders and keeps you close to him, cheek coming to rest at your forehead. Kalim and Lilia make poses behind you two, laughing at how silly they look with all the filters Cater tries on. 

He ends up telling you to decide which photo looked better, as he couldn't chose just one, something like: "any photo with you would look cute, of course I can't chose!" You look through all of them, but only one gets your eyes, the only without a filter. Everyone looks genuinely happy, making your heart warm. Cater's is not looking at the camera itself, but slightly to the side, where you are, with such a soft expression you can't help but be endeared by it. It's him, not a forced smile and exaggerated pose, just Cater, happy. That's what the other pictures were missing. 

You show it to him, insisting it's the best and should be the first photo on the club's Magicam page. He pouts about the lack of filter, saying how the other ones look much cuter, but you explain that you like the real him much more than any filter, since nothing could ever come close to the real deal, no filter in the world could make him justice. You're very genuine with it too, since it's the truth. Cater stares at you, caught by surprise, and turns his face away from you, ears tinted pink, taking a minute to recompose himself, leaving you confused. Lilia looks on knowingly, smirking at him. You weren't alone in your confusion, as Kalim seemed to be just as clueless as you.

Your argument manages to convince him, though, as he soon comes up with an eye catching description and posts it, grumbling that you should be happy now. You are, actually, so you simply smile at him, giggling at his playful eye roll. Only after the picture was already posted and you entered on your own account that you notice your eyes were closed. You yelp and try to convince Cater to change it to another one, but he refuses, telling that you were the one that chose it so you should stick with it, sticking his tongue out at you in a childsh manner. You whine some more before giving up. Cater seemed really content with the choice, if the soft smile on his face as he glanced at it meant anything, so you let it be, resigning to your fate. You weren't even a member, so you hoped you wouldn't attract that much attention. (You really hoped Ace wouldn't find it, otherwise you'd never hear the end of it.)

He suddenly gets an idea to decorate the classroom to make it look more "magicamable", dragging Lilia with him to get the decorations. Lilia whispers something to him that makes him glance back at you with a red face, quickly scurrying away and leaving you and Kalim to look on in confusion. How weird, what had gotten into him? 

At that moment, the playlist shuffles, coming up with a song that has a very upkeep beat. Kalim jumps in excitement, saying that was his favorite song and he couldn't not dance to it. You can't help jumping your leg and moving your head to the beat, swaying to the contagious rhthym. Kalim notices and extends his hands in your direction, inviting you to dance with him. You know you're nowhere near his skill level and you'd look clumsy compared to his fluid moviments, but his earnestness convinces you to give it a try. You were sure he wouldn't make fun of you, so why not have a good time too?

Hand in hand, the two of you move together, not completly in sync, but in a rhythm that feels right, that's only yours. It's nice, seeing his content expression up close, foreheads almost touching, feet following the other's steps, hips swaying together. You spin once, laughing, he spins once, grinning wildly. You're lost in the trance of the hypnotizing beat of Kalim's heart.

The song gradually comes to a stop, making both of you calm down too. Kalim has one hand on your waist, the other still holding yours. You hold onto his shoulder, your noses touch, breaths coming in puffs, his eyes crinkle and it's warm, he's warm. Your chest follows his in it's rise and fall, your stomach does pirouettes, to the point you're dizzy, your cheeks feel hot. You start worrying you might have really gotten food poisoning from Lilia's cooking.

Before either of you say anything else, the sound of Cater's giggle burst your bubble, bringing you back to the real world. You whip your head to the door, watching as Lilia and Cater giggle deviously, Cater's fingers working fast on his cellphone's keyboard. You separate from Kalim's burning touch, your hands suddenly feeling cold, and stride up to them, demanding to look at what they found so funny. Lilia shows you, on his own phone, a videoclip of you and Kalim dancing together, nearing the end of the song. Your focus is initially on Kalim, as he glows, movements showing years of expertise, it's... beautiful. Then your gaze averts to yourself, and how, like you suspected, you were looking goofy near him, not matching the tempo at all.

You whine up at Cater again, asking him to delete the stories he posted, but he refuses, saying it was way too precious to miss. You lightly hit his chest and look up your lashes at him, pouting. His teasing expression falters, as if you were on the brink of convincing him. Lilia pulls you away and explains it was only on close friends anyway, so you needn't worry about the whole school seeing it. Kalim agrees that the video is very nice, beaming as he watches you two having fun. You sigh and give up, not having the heart to be a killjoy.

Lilia and Cater's hands are empty of any decorations, so you question them about it. Cater frowns exaggeratedly, drowning on dramatically on how they couldn't find any and how it was such a pity. Lilia covers his hand to hide a giggle, only making the action more obvious. Cater glares at him subtly. Kalim notices how the club's reserved time is almost coming to an end, deciding that to make a grand finale you should play an instrument, after all they should at least pretend they did something club related for you to report back to the Headmaster. And it'd be a lot of fun for you to play with them!

Lilia claps his hands together, agreeing it would be a most gleeful experience. He insists on teaching you how to play the bass, not wanting to hear whether you already knew how to or not. He gives you the instrument and shows how to hold it in the right way, trying to teach a few chords. It's a bit difficult to understand the confusing terms he uses, so he sighs and comes behind you, taking your hands in his and doing the movements, pressing his chest against your back, his deep voice right by your ear as he explains. You can't pay attention to it all, for some reason. You kind of feel dizzy again. Perhaps it's the food poisoning for real this time?

His fingers guide yours along the strings, gently pressing on the right spots, strumming the chords at the bridge. He murmurs the instructions, voice ressonating like the low pitch of the instrument, hot breath tickling your skin. You let him do as he pleases, dazed. The simple notes ring in your ears, lulling you into calmness, eyes closing as you let your sensations take the wheel, the frequency making your heart vibrate in your chest, as if dancing along, your head floating in the clouds.

It's all good and well until Lilia starts singing along. Or whatever it is that he calls "singing". In reality, he starts screaming some punk-rock lyrics right by your ear. Your heart jumps so quickly you swear you almost had an arrhythmia, your soul leaving your body for a second. Your eyes snap open so fast the lights from the classroom blind you and make black spots appear in your vision. You elbow Lilia in your surprise, thankfully making him stop trying to burst your eardrums. You get away, taking off the strap of the bass and giving it back to him. You think that's enough practicing for now.

Later on the day you confirm your food poisoning suspicions to be true. You've gained a new found respect for Sebek for enduring the poison Lilia calls cooking everyday and still managing to keep that impressive disposition of his. At least you helped the pop music club get more followers on magicam and spread their word out there. A bunch of people sign up to know the club, so you're all really happy! You felt like you've done a good job. (In the next week, the people arrive and see no sight of you, only of the dynamic trio. They don't show up again, leaving the members number back to it's original three.)

It was pretty fun, all things considered. You didn't get hurt other than in your pride and your social image, so it's a win in your books. Still, you're not sure you could handle their energetic and chaotic personalities combined like this evey week and risk getting deaf or suffering stomach failure. Time to check out other clubs.

(Cater comments on how the photos you took together got the most likes, insisting you come over again for a photoshoot. Kalim says he's got new songs to dance with you and that he's asked Jamil to help him cook for the next club meeting. Lilia tells you that you still have to take some more bass lessons to get the hang of it. Well, you suppose you could pass by sometime to be in the know about what goes on at the school and to get to prove Jamil's cooking. And to enjoy your friend's company, of course!)

Masterlist

୨ diasomnia as royal au tropes ୧

♯— silver, malleus draconia, sebek zigvolt, lilia vanrouge

cw: gn!reader, royal!au, angst, fluff, arranged marriage, unedited.

notes: this is just silly brainrot after rewatching barbie mvs. likes and reblogs are appreciated!!!

silver ⇾ the knight

“your highness, we must make haste!” silver bursts into your room at the edge of night, shaking you awake with concerning urgency as shouts and screams echo around the castle walls in a resounding cacophony. you’re barely rousing from your slumber as he ushers some sort of footwear on you in an arduous manner, grabbing your hand firmly. “i’ll escort you to safety--the castle has been invaded! come, quickly!”

when your homeland is overthrown by another kingdom and the the people of your country revolt against you, silver, your most valiant knight, is the only one who stands firmly by your side.

your footsteps are silent, running through the halls; his steps are clanky and armour-clad, leading the opposing-side straight to you. they have the advantage in numbers—you know that silver can’t combat them all.

blade drawn across his chest, silver demands for you to leave him behind. you know that is not a request, but an order—the first one he has ever made. even being the most esteemed chevalier in your ranks, he has never asked for anything of the royal family, content with silently fuffiling his role. there’s a sort of inconsolable pain that comes with knowing this was the only thing he’d ever ask of you, but the decision was final. you must go. his earnest expression tells you he won’t change his mind.

you could never doubt where silver’s faith lay. it was and always would be with you. that fact need not be uttered, for it was expressed with his actions. even now, he not once let any foe lay a hand on you; silver was the epitome of resolute and devoted, from the very beginning till the very end.

(when he battles to the brink of exhaustion and takes the final blows all in your stead, silver thinks back to the warmth you had given him. it’s only then that he realises the loyalty he pledged to you felt a lot more like love.)

“no matter who it is against you, or what it is you’re facing, i will forever stand by your side. that is my oath to you.”

malleus draconia ⇾ a loveless royal marriage

“happy anniversary, your excellency!” there’s cheers from all of those residing in the manor. malleus entwines his fingers with yours, squeezing it slightly, the affectionate gesture just enough to satisfy his grandmother and the other guests. once they are pleased with the act, he searches for some sort of joy in your eyes—but there is nothing. the people were congratulating a sham.

malleus doesn’t dare to look at you for too long, because it’s plain to see you’re devoid of life. you don’t love him. he knows you don’t love him. this arrangement killed the person he fell in love with years ago. he can’t recall the last time he’s heard you laugh genuinely, doubling over with endearing crinkles in the corners of of eyes and hands on your knees to steady yourself—you were so carefree. he wishes he had gotten a portrait done so he could remind himself of what you used to be, and not what you are now.

there are so many guests, people you recognise and people you do not, bounding up to the two of you to give you gifts and blessings. you’re giving non-convincing smiles as you chatter, shaking hands and receiving hugs. you don’t want this. you don’t want to be here.

maybe malleus notices your discomfort, as his hand hovers over the midsection of your back. it never touches.

he knows you are not happy. that’s why he pretends to not see the absence of a wedding band on your left-finger, the love letters addressed to another prince, and your hushed preparations at midnight to run away. (it’s ludicrous how the closer you get to leaving him, the more lively you become. you are coming back, you are blooming, but not under his touch—under somebody else’s.)

perhaps your new lover is louder, brighter and sunnier, all attributes he lacks. perhaps he should stop looking for excuses to help him loathe himself less. you and malleus were just not made for each other, and that was that.

“if i cannot make you happy, then i shan’t bind you to me any longer. go, and do not return.”

sebek zigvolt ⇾ a royal rivalry

“why aren’t you dancing? can’t you find a suitor? or did you fail your ballroom lessons? how pitiable. did you not pay attention? in my family--” sebek cocks a brow haughtily as though his mouth wasn’t half-stuffed with sweets. in spite of his discourtesy, he still carried an incorrigible regal air about himself. you grit your teeth. “do you ever shut up? nobody has asked me yet..”

sebek has been your rival since birth—the bane of your existence. both of your kingdoms are close allies, meaning you’re plagued by his endless chatter more than you’d like to be. everything is always has to be a competition between you both—he never misses a chance to remind you of his ‘fae descended’ bloodline that somehow makes him superior to you.

usually, you expect him to yell as soon as he sees you, but he’s oddly quiet. after your last exchange of words, green irises train on those participating in ongoing slow-dance, and then on you. he seems to be insinuating something, but you’re not sure what he wants out of you; you wonder if he’s sizing you up, or comparing heights.

when he instead leans forwards and extends his hand, your breath hitches. what in the world is he doing?! you feel eyes burn into your back—people were staring! you shoot him a quizzical look, but his expression is stiff, slightly rosy, focused on you only. his hand waits for you to take it. “well i-i suppose i can spare the likes of you a dance.”

you scowl—but even as you do, you put your hand in his. if you weren’t in such utter shock, you’d laugh at the audacity of him of all people being your partner for the night. you’re suddenly picking up on things you’ve never noticed about him before: the viridescent embellishments on his suit compliment his hair well… and oh, he does look better with his hair down, and…

he was your enemy, so why did he suddenly seem so… charming?

“are you leading or am i? …huh? you dare question my dancing ability? i’ll have you know, i had LESSONS!”

lilia vanrouge ⇾ forbidden love

you peer outside your bedroom window. he’s there again—the enigma of a bard who comes to play tunes for the royal family. as if he could feel your eyes on him, he looks right in your direction with a knowing smile—flustered, heart thrumming against your chest, you draw your curtains shut. your family think he’s here to play for everyone, but you know better. he’s here for you.

you’d spend every night before lilia arrived sleepless, waiting upon his arrival. his songs were ballads of worlds you never got to see, and never would be able to experience. you would hang onto his every word, head rested on his laps as he sung away. you’d be scolded for getting too close by others, but he didn’t seem to mind… so again, you’re quick to rush to his side today, keeping an amiable distance in front of your guards.

his voice is spirituous and unlike anything you’d ever heard before, laced with a certain edge you couldn’t get enough of; you’re certain he must be a wizard enchanting you. how else could you have fallen so fast? was it his eloquence, or his youthfulness that contrasts his extensive historical knowledge, or his archaic way of attempting to court you? you supposed it didn’t matter. all you knew was that your entire being was entranced by this strange fleeting sensation.

you sneak him away from prying eyes as soon as you can, and he teases you: “aren’t you greedy, wanting me all to yourself?” taking your hand and pressing chaste kisses to the back of it. the thrill of trying to not get caught spurs him on, and the sheepish look on your face and tremor of your stuttering as he renders you speechless is a plus.

you have been unsure of yourself your whole life, not knowing if the roadmap you had laid out for you was the one you truly desired—but this was the one thing you’re certain about. you must see this man again. (even if it means going against orders and sneaking out, even if it brings your family shame, even if you find out you’re not special to him in the end.)

when you tell him such, he throws his head back in a fit of giggles. you truly believe he embodies temptation, drawing you inwards—you can’t resist it!! he thinks you’re so cute, with your bashful expression and all, as he taps your nose thrice and pinches your cheek with gleeful adoration.

“you would really risk it all just to see me? i might serenade you on the spot.”

OH ALSO the end of the halloween event was so much fun!! in my totally not super biased opinion Octavinelle slayed the most <3 but Heartslabyul and Diasomnia did so well too... Pomefiore and Ignihyde had me rolling lmao, Scarabia made me so proud of Kalim and Savanaclaw were little shits it was so funny. the ending was so sweet, I loved to see them interacting like that !!

my fav Octavinelle moments bc they are my beloved scrunklies: