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when they get jealous

featuring !! every twst boy except for ortho

MALLEUS DRACONIA

evil bastard

listens to nicki minaj on his nokia 3000 (bought his absolute brick of a phone from sam’s 1 Thaumark Sale so nicki is Very Staticky) as he sits cross legged on his chair, plotting revenge on the plebeians who have been unfairly Hogging your attention for the past week

ever since you joined his Gargoyle Study Club, an influx of nrc students started mass applying to join in your stead

was ecstatic at first. made everyone Homemade Gargoyle Shirts that say I ❤️ GARGOYLES on the front until he quickly realized his beloved gargoyle study club had morphed into the Y/N Dating Club  

first off. no one knows you’re dating. sebek banned the two of you from ever going public with your relationship because it “tainted the reputation of our lord and savior malleus” and also “stripped him of his lovely (spiritual) fertile maiden’s bosom”.

???????

fertile???? maidens????? bosom?????

Basically No One Knows Your Dating. which means you are free real estate and the population of nrc want to move in!

malleus gets jealous incredibly easy because he thinks (THINKS) he is a Certified Expert With a Masters Degree on the topic of knowing when people are into you. (He is Not)

he Fell in love with you so everyone else has to be Stupid to also not fall in love with you

like why are you breathing so cutely? why are you walking so prettily? why are you speaking so breathtakingly??? is enraged if anyone disagrees with him but is also enraged if anyone agrees with him.

basically :

“yeah, i have a crush on y/n”

malleus: ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶

“no, what? i don’t have a crush on them…”

malleus, breathing heavily: ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶

tends to get clingy when you’re talking with someone else

oh? you’re talking with another guy? he’s wrapping his arm around your waist. oh? you’re working with another guy on a school project? he’s intertwining your hands together.

ends up getting so jealous with everyone in his Gargoyle Study Club that he comes up with a Genius Idea (it’s not genius) (it’s horrendous) (and a little insulting)

bans everyone in the club from attending or joining Any Club That Is Hosted By Malleus Draconia for. personal reasons.

blocks sebek on his nokia and sends out a formally penned letter to everyone in NRC that he is dating you.

you’re ??????? at why the Gargoyle Study Club has suddenly dropped from 27 members to 2 members in the span of a day. and why you got a whole thesis paper on malleus’s dating life.

malleus starts walking you to classes everyday and is the Perfect Charming Boyfriend to everyone around him

meanwhile. sebek purchases a flamethrower

Continuar lendo

TRACK [ 06 ] he’s good. he’s really good.

⭒ wc: 1k

“that was our last song, everyone!” kalim calls out to the crowd, receiving disappointed whines in return. you can easily make out cries of ‘don’t go!’ and ‘please stay!’ and ‘awww!’ from the audience before cater blows a kiss in their direction.

“this has been my favourite audience by far. don’t you agree, lils?” lightsticks—your group’s lightsticks—are raised immediately with the prompt, waving frantically and desperately. your stomach turns at the sight.

so much for fan loyalty.

lilia feigns something akin to ‘youthfulness’ as he cups his own cheeks and grins. “definitely, cater. i could just eat all of them right up!”

the vampire-like noirette wastes no time in savouring his last moments onstage by cooing to a group of fangirls in the front row. he’s pulling out all the stops: baring his fangs, batting his doe eyes, whispering sweet nothings. you swear you can feel the ground rumble beneath your feet with ardent intensity as high-pitched squeals fill the venue for the umpteenth time that night.

oh please, give me a break.

your audiences were usually more on the tame side, so to see the same people practically bursting into tears over simple fanservice has your jaw dropping. you should be getting ready to go up there yourself.

and yet, your eyes are still trained on kalim.

neither google images, nor the photos on social media did him justice. he was beautiful, but not in the way that you’d describe idols like vil. it was his sincerity that left your cheeks warm. from the crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he smiled leading fan waves or the remnants of laughter in his voice as he sung — it caught you off guard — so genuine, so endearing, but vexing all the same.

to say it was uncommon to see someone in this industry not having any sort of stage persona would be an understatement. perhaps that’s what puts TWIST3D aside from idols like yourself. their authenticity makes them stand out; they were just being themselves, so maybe that’s why the audience felt closer to them.

i mean, how could you expect regular people to relate to you when your whole image isn’t even truly you, but a meticulously crafted mask?

the blunders kalim made onstage are overridden by his infectious joy. he was having fun, and that zest oozed from him, influencing the audience. “you guys will keep an eye on TWISTED, won’t you?” there’s a slight pause, before screaming ensues, louder than before.

perhaps the hype was finally getting to you, because you have half the mind to start cheering for him too.

-

azul, who had been silent throughout the whole gig, utters a tirade of furious curses as he barges into your dressing room. “did you see that??! did you see those guys?”

nodding wordlessly, unfazed as ever, you peer into your vanity mirror one last time.

“i knew it. i knew they’d be trouble. i told you they’d be the next big thing.” footsteps click from one side of the room to the other. “i’m afraid you’ve been outclassed by the epitome of sunshine.” he paces back and forth, muttering under his breath.

“you don’t bother sugarcoating things, do you, ‘zul?”

“i would, but you know me well enough to see through my lies.”

you figure he’s also experiencing the same epiphany as you. it was a tough pill to swallow: kalim was good. kalim was really good.

thinking back to the things you had said about him a few days ago, (that he was just a trust fund baby, that he leeched off his parent’s money and reputation for success…) you realise they were all lies stemmed from your putrid, childish envy. pieces of your trained composure break away as you sink into your seat. despite being an amateur, he was virtually at the same level as you, with the capacity to reach higher.

his immeasurable dancing ability and abundance of energy could attest to that.

you don’t have time to dwell on much more as a knock on your door breaks you right out of your self-depreciative stupor, causing you to shoot up out of your seat stiffly.

“hey, y/n? you’re up in 5!”

you can count the number of times you’ve heard kalim’s merry voice on just one hand, but it already feels too familiar. a glutinous guilt overcomes you, wringing you dry, tightening your throat and rendering you speechless. how could you face him after being so awful?

“hellooo…? y/n, are you in there?”

his words hang heavy in the air when nobody answers, so azul moves for you, seizing your hand and pushing you towards the door. “azul! what—?”

‘you promised you’d talk to him.’ he mouths at you, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. azul did not take the act of breaking promises lightly. he’d been like this for as long as you could remember.

you internally implode, averting your body from his direction. ‘i didn’t!’

‘open. the. door.’

shaking your head vigorously, you hold your hand over the handle in order to stop him from reaching for it. azul deadpans, bristling at your idiocy before pressing your hand down so the door clicks ajar. light from the hallway seeps through the gap into your slightly dim room; for a few silent beats, nothing happens.

shuffling forwards, you peep your head outside, surveying the right side of the hall. you can’t see any sign of kalim at all.

maybe he’s gone.

you let out a sigh of relief, allowing your shoulders to slump a little. you turn to your left, only to see garnet-red eyes inches away from your face—

“HI!”

“holy shit!”

—you’re barrelling into kalim with shock, unable to ease your fall as he grabs onto the crown of your head hastily in a attempt to protect it from hitting the wooden floor.

your faces collide.

light me up, kalim al asim [ idol!au ]

synopsis: you and neige under the group name SNOW reign supreme in the idol world. what happens when kalim, a newly-debuted rookie knocks you off your high horse—and to make things worse—becomes infatuated with you?

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

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ 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 OCTAVINELLE 

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ gender neutral reader

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ warnings ,, mentions of making out in azul’s, fungi mentions in jade’s. fluff <33

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ been a minute since i posted anything so here we get another installation of campus crushing <33 and with the fish mafia too

you can’t tell me that…

azul isn’t that smartass that you sit next to in economics. it got to a point where you were more than sure he had to have been a computer. at least he’s pretty to look at, not that you’d ever admit it aloud. he’s actually had his eye on you since that one time you let him borrow a dark blue ballpoint pen since he forget his. your so kind, and smart, and beautiful—and your conveniently in need of help in economics. so, he makes this elaborate plan to get you to study with him and eventually you give in. the study, not-a-date, is going well until you and azul finally catch each other in a stare off. neither of you were sneaky enough to keep the other from noticing each other’s wandering gaze. part of you wanted to shut the books and leap over the dining table to make-out with him. how would he react had your lips pressed his own? you were about to speak, but instead, azul spoke. “ i don’t think either of us are particularly interested in studying any longer. we should do something else, ”

you can’t tell me that…

floyd isn’t that hot guy on the basketball team who is constantly bothering you, his friend from high school, to become team manager. it would be easier just to agree at this point. he’s always talking about how the extracurricular points would look good on your resume, even though he quite frankly doesn’t know the first thing about resumes, nor does he care for them at all. he just wants to spend even more time with you. your differing majors and paths ended up pulling you both apart slowly and he wanted to stop that somehow. so, after days and days of bother you, and buying your lunches, you finally caved and became the team manager. surprisingly enough, you ended up having a lot of fun, and you got even closer to floyd. close enough to say you were head over heels for him. you didn’t blame yourself, though. you couldn’t, not when each big game he pointed at you and called you his lucky charm. “ this one’s for you ! “

you can’t tell me that…

jade isn’t that mysterious guy in your nature studies class. he always looks so enthralled with the plants around him, his eyes never seeming to drift off and his heart completely in it. you once worked on a project with him and figured out that he was organized as he was passionate. all it took was one joke about shiitake mushrooms being avid gossipers, and he was in love with you. he even began meeting you in the hall, escorting you to your classes while he went on and on about his love for fungi. he was still enigmatic, and there was still way more you needed to learn about him before you’d be completely comfortable in his presence, but his endearing love for mushrooms felt so innocent that had he wanted to trap you, you would have walked straight into it. it was hard not to fall. jade was beautiful as he was charming, and you couldn’t resist his voice when he said, “ let’s go on a little camping trip. just the two of us and the sky above. “

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

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

Hello the Anon who also didn't know why Grims name was Grim. Random thing about twisted did you know Kalim is supposed to be the sultan from Aladdin? Found out about this on a random YouTube comment a couple months ago and I can't let this go-

welcome back anon!!!

this one I did know! tho at the beggining I was very confused on whether Kalim was supposed to be Aladdin, Jasmine, the Sultan or a mix of these, since he's got some traits from all of them. seeing as Jamil is based of Jafar it was easier to get it, especially since on chapter 4 Jamil hypnotizes him to overthrow him just like Jafar was doing to the Sultan!

although there are some characters I'm still not sure about...

yes I'm aware the Heartslabyul students are the card soldiers, as it's pretty obvious, but they also can represent other characters I think. Trey is the Mad Hatter and Cater the White Rabbit, but I'm not sure who Ace and Deuce would be.

Ortho kinda reminds me of Pinocchio, especially on the Wish Upon a Star Event, but I'm not sure who from Hercules he's supposed to be (that might be because I've never watched the movie before lmao the greek mythology obsessed kid inside me would not let Hades get disrespected like that)

Sebek reminds me of Tick-Tock from Peter Pan lol I'm not sure who he's supposed to be either. Lilia is a bit like the three good fairies bc he takes Silver in and treats him like his own son, but I'm also not sure if he's supposed to be twisted from them or not?

and lastly, Crowley himself. is he... even based on anyone? is this common knowledge and I'm just out of the loop? I truly have no idea

Can you give me a prompt to write about Twst, it can be hcs or a short fic Idrc I’m just super bored !!!!- 🦭

HI 🦭 ANON <3

of course!! I've thought of three prompt options, so pick whichever you like best!

in honor of the halloween event, maybe smth based on it? I was thinking along the lines of some students trying to scare the others to see their reactions (with varying degrees of success). who would be very easily scared and who wouldn't? who'd try to get a reaction out of who? how would they go about it?

Riddle and Floyd being partnered up to do some project. chaos ensues.

there's a lost cat on campus that just so happens to find it's way to Idia's room. he's delighted and having a field day with this.

thank you for the tag Trau!!

I did two versions, Jade and I (left) and my Yuusona and Jade (right)

your yuusona looks so pretty Trau!! I love the purple hair streaks! and your OCs seem very interesting!

tagging: @italoniponic @pandoa (idk if you two were already tagged or not- anyways feel free to do it if you'd like to!)

Picrew time!!

Create yourself and your f/o (fictional other)! [Link]

I couldn't decide so I did two. Haitham and Ayato turned out so cute shdjshd *chews on them* (+ also sorta face reveal of me, I guess? lol)

No pressure tags: @zhongrin @silentmoths @ainescribe @x-zho @kaelily @hiraya-rawr @feeblescholarmyass @laireste @baeshijima @snobwaffles @i23kazu @mimi-cee-genshin @intothegenshinworld @dawndelion-winery + anyone who would like to do this as well.

hiii so i loved your ive become the villain’s love interest story sm !! i was wondering if you had like an idea of how each “ending” in a sense for each character would be ? anyways feel free to ignore this and have a great day + make sure to drink lots of water !! <3

THANK YOU ANON I did drink some water upon reading this ^7^ you stay hydrated as well!!!

In general, no matter who you get with, all the other villains will accept your decision. They’ll stay friends with you, and will probably pop by once in a while to annoy your new lover.

For Riddle, if you accept his proposal at long last, he wouldn’t be able to process it at first. When he finally realizes this is real, that you want him as much as he wants you, then he immediately starts preparing for you to move in to his mansion, and orders a seven day feast to be cooked up, and sends invitations out, RSVP now-- it’s up to you if you want to stop him, take an active role in whatever party Riddle’s planning, or just to roll with the chaos. Either way, Riddle is so ridiculously happy in your presence, and so willing to do anything for you, that his visitors will always make a quick stop to flatter you and offer you gifts to get in good with Riddle.

Leona may have found something he wants desperately, but he didn’t think you would actually want him back. Even though his tail is swaying, he still warns you that he can’t give you a cushy life yet. He has plans to change the world, and if you stay with him, then you’re going to be put in danger. But if you chose to be with him regardless, just know that he’s going to be by yours forever. Just wait. Now it’s impossible to get rid of him (though why would you ever want to?) because he sticks to your side like glue… and he loves pushing work onto Ruggie and Jack so he can take naps with you.

Azul is nodding his head as you speak, flipping through his documents. Uh-huh, you like him, you want to spend the rest of your life with him, that makes sense. Can you pass him the ink jar— Wait a minute. As soon as your words sink in, Azul’s papers are scattering across the table, his expression frantic and face red. Congratulations, you’ve got him off guard! Be prepared for a clingy guild leader to spoil you with his riches, taking you out on extravagant dates on his free days. He’ll keep a picture of you in his wallet and take it out to brag to his unfortunate debtors and talk about how he hates making you wait for him to come home because they didn’t pay back their debts on time.

The only regrettable thing about your confession is how fast it spread around the manor. Jamil is ecstatic, of course, but before the two of you can get a chance to properly celebrate your mutual feelings, Kalim and the rest of the household are bringing out the party poppers, and the decorations, and the “congrats on finally getting together” cake. Once everyone else has had their fun, Jamil draws you outside, an unusually serious look. The truth is, he’s always thought about running away and seeing the world with his own two eyes. And if he were, would you come with him?

Vil was waiting for this day! Of course you wouldn’t be able to resist his charm for so long. He is (and this is a fact he keeps pointedly mentioning) the most eligible bachelor in high society. Your life with him continues on much the same way it did before; there’s hardly any difference between your fake and real dates, considering Vil still treats you like the most precious person in the world, acting smug over the fact you chose him over everyone else. However, he is much less forgiving of any pushy nobles, and anyone who dares to disrespect you will end up with their reputation in shambles before the day is out.

What? How? WHY? Idia knows he was the first to confess to you, but you reciprocating his feelings? He would have been happy to stay friends for the rest of his life as long as you were still in his life (Idia takes the longest to get with, just because he waits until he breaks his curse, and even then, he has to be absolutely sure it’s gone before he approaches you). He invites you to move in to the magic tower with him, and though all the other mages say he’s hard to deal with and scary when he’s angry, he’s putty in your hands. Okayyy, fine, he’ll go to the conference he’s been putting off, but... you’ll come too, right?

Congratulations on getting with the crown prince of the kingdom. Malleus is ready to force the entire world to bow to you, offer you ancient treasures passed down in his family and make your birthday a national holiday-- oh. You just want to stay in and cuddle? That’s fine too! As long as he can stay by your side, Malleus is content. The world is literally your oyster when you’re with him. Sure, you’re expected to attend political events and do some royal duties here and there, but if you wanted to just relax, it’s not like Malleus is going to complain. You can do no wrong in his eyes, and if the world says you’re wrong? Well, then he’ll just have to rewrite the laws of reality. He’s ready to dote on you!

THANK YOU AMORA <33 you're so pretty fr fr

let's pretend my blue sidetails are here ok

tagging @pen-observing once more, hi Aqua!!

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Tagging: @ethanharli @qtipcottonbuds @just-ilya @sunflowerdaisybee + anyone else :)

Alright!!

How about idia with a reader who starts showing romantic interest in him after breaking up with Vil?

<33

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hello again, darling!  About this ask… it really cracked me up when I first saw, for reasons lol

Sweet Jesus, I really like Idia and maybe this is part of the reason this story took so much time bc I put my soul into it. FR part of me wanted to sit down and transform this into a whole series of stories to fully develop Idia & Reader’s relationship, each of their feelings, other characters cameos, more drama, etc etc etc. But I don’t have the time unfortunately T_T We still have this monstrosity of a one-shot tho. I think I have never written something so long… and one of the main reasons it’s that there’s a lot of things here. Maybe it’s bc I like to complicate things more than it should be (as would say Michael Scott), some parts are so you can see Reader’s feelings slowly growing stronger about Idia and I hope the little time jumps are fluid enough too. 

None of this is a complaint or anything (its just my way of speaking lol) but wow, this was the story. Actually, the perfect way to finish Cherry’s Harvesting <3 In total, this story has 6,6k words but I split it into two parts so you all can read more calmly (and idk if tumblr will permit so much words, this site hates me sometimes…)

So, join me into my Charon gondola and let’s romance my favorite shut-in salty introvert greek-myth based otaku <3 |

Idia Shroud x gender neutral reader / scenario / part 1 (3050k words) - part 2 (here) / mentions of breakup with Vil Schoenheit / angst, hurt and comfort, fluff / seasons and greek mythology references / minor chapter 6 mentions and references / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting 🍒 Masterlist

Winter Melts Into Spring

{𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈, “𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬”}

           Life for Idia was like a long, arduous winter. Cold to the soul, able to make every single bone tremble. Pure white snow. Colorless, lifeless, monochrome. Like the systems that surround the Isle of Lamentation where he was born. Idia got used to living in a kind of underworld, away from mortals who could feel the Sun truly caress their skins and fill them with color and joy.

        His homeland has always been cold, especially in the subterranean headquarters where they did their research and guarded overblot’s phantoms. In this, Ignihyde made Idia feel at home — as if he had never left. 

        The bedroom’s air conditioning made that icy feeling of loneliness linger. Idia never bothered to change that. Even if he wanted to change the temperature, it wasn't like he could. He wasn’t worthy of any of that. Idia knew that somehow the cold of winter would surround him again.

        He couldn’t escape. 

        But one day, Idia found a “daffodil” in the schoolyard. You were sitting on a bench, having lunch with Grim and your friends. Idia knew very little about you: as you arrived at the school suddenly, you ended up getting involved with some overblots and you were starting to adapt. He never worried about wanting to seek more.

        You seemed to be just another summer person, covered in the Sun and emanating a warmth that Idia couldn’t stand. That perception changed, however, when Idia saw Grim alone in the hallway and tried to pet him — in vain because the little monster ran out near you. When you faced Idia, he felt that he already knew what you were going to say.

        About how weird he was, that he must be the owner of that weird tablet that floats down the hallways instead of going out and going to class every day like everyone else. About how in the days when he was required to go in person, he had this uncomfortable gloomy aura around him.

        But you didn't say any of that. You seemed to understand that Idia wanted to caress Grim and with a smile, you tried to convince him to be kinder to that stranger with ghostly pale skin, jagged teeth and flaming hair. Your smile warmed Idia’s heart, just the right way.

        You were kind, genuine in your words. Like spring. 

        Even so, Idia ended up running away from there. Your kindness — however bearable as the blossoming of a flower field — was still too much for him to stand. The further he moved away, the more the feeling of regret ended up hammering into his mind. Was that it? One escape and you’d be out of reach forever. You would never dare speak to him again.

        Idia tortured himself thinking about it for days, lost in this blossoming of feelings that made no sense to him. All possibilities could be considered, but the worst-case scenarios were what he paid the most attention to. That is until you prove him wrong again and again.

        “Hi, Idia,” you greeted him every time they passed in the hall, either as a tablet or himself.

        Idia didn’t know how you found out his name — probably from Ortho or someone in the third grade you knew — but hearing your voice pronounce his name with such sympathy was energizing. 

        It wasn't even a matter of greeting him loudly for everyone to hear or so quietly that even he wouldn’t have noticed. You recognized his presence in that river of students and by the expression scanner Idia ran through your image on his tablet, your positive emotions were true. You'd be happy to meet him. Why? 

        “I just wanted to meet you,” you answered that question once.

        With a lot of perseverance, the two of you managed to start talking to each other. Little but enough at the beginning. You bumped into each other a lot when you went to the Mystery Shop and sometimes you were after the same snack to buy. Talking to Idia was difficult, no matter if you have a similar personality to him.

        But, as your interest spoke louder, you weren’t going to let yourself be defeated — you had so much courage that Idia even managed to visualize you as a shounen-type protagonist, those very persistent ones even though you were defeated by the final boss several times. Each defeat, you came back stronger.

        “There are so many interesting people here... I know it sounds kind of naive but, if I'm going to be here for long or forever, I want to know everything about this place,” you continued. “And you seem like a cool guy, Idia.”

        At that, you tipped your head a bit and smiled at him. Idia regretted not bringing his tablet for the occasion, otherwise he could better hide how your words shook him inside like a great boil. However, you seemed to notice someone coming in the direction where Idia was facing backwards and gave them a shy nod.

        When that person passed you by, Idia had a better grasp at what was your slight change in behavior. Vil Schoenheit answered your nod with a slight wave of his hand and a smile, his light blond hair flying with a breeze that came out of nowhere.

        Idia wondered where the red roses were, as it should bloom behind that heartthrob young man along with the crystal clear soap bubbles and the soft background music. Because if life were a shoujo anime, Vil would be the protagonist without any doubt. The most beautiful and popular guy in school, thousands of fans melting every time he passed by. 

        Seeing people like that in real life always made his stomach turn. It didn't help that you seemed strangely charmed by Vil, like many other people in and out of school. Idia wasn’t surprised by this.

        It wasn’t long before you were talking to him, but at the time, you were dealing with Pomefiore’s group and other students rehearsing in your dorm for the VDC. Perhaps it wasn’t all bad that Idia just needed to present a project to a room full of people who would judge him at the first stutter.

        If he weighed in the balance, dancing and singing seemed to be more of a horrible torture than speaking in public. In any case, this seemed to have brought you closer to the leader of Pomefiore and as time passed, your simple relationship became something more.

        The end of winter and the passage of the cultural festival turned the lives of all of you upside down during a brief but busy moment. Idia didn't have the details of anything but, on his part, a lot of intense things also happened. He became one more among the problem children of Night Raven College.

        Still, you approached him once more and showed him your gentle and caring eyes. You seemed to suffer with him somehow — it was the first thing Idia noticed when he felt more in control of his own consciousness. You saw the worst in him and yet you didn’t walk away.

        Some would even say that you saw hell and returned from there victorious. But the truth is that a lot has happened and Idia was too worried about Ortho to pay attention to your own special dose of concern for Vil. 

        Idia didn’t want to give a name to the feelings that burned in his heart and tried to make him hope. Even if the situation had been controlled in time, he was still sure about one thing: there was no hope. Only survival. Moving from this to another phase of life without looking back. Idia held his own shoulders and tried to convince himself that he could survive without you.

        He lived eighteen years without knowing that anyone other than Ortho could look at him sweetly. He could live the rest without your gaze — briger of spring. 

        That's what he needed to hold on to.

        It was an ordinary night when Idia was working on his computer, concentrating on developing some updates to his system’s layouts and solving some annoying bugs while listening to a playlist — “songs for when you're heartbroken but you won’t admit it” by Euterpe-ram, a profile on magify that Idia discovered the last few days.

        You two hadn’t spoken to each other in a while. But every time Idia’s tablet detected you in the hallway, he got the impression that there was something wrong with you. This theory was eventually confirmed when Idia received a message from you on his cellphone asking if he could allow you in his bedroom. 

        Suddenly, you were there in Ignihyde and there was a hint of autumn in your eyes.

        A crumbled spring. Yellowish, dry, its leaves flying in the wind. Ortho had brought you to cheer you up but Idia knew you just didn’t want to disappoint him and decline that merciful invitation. Everything in your posture betrayed the fact that you wanted to be alone. Or maybe Ignihyde was too cold for you.

        As Ortho arranged a space on Idia’s messy bed to accommodate you, the two of you fell into a mournful silence. At a certain point, however, you ended up looking at Idia’s computer screen.

        “This playlist…,” you muttered, the surprise in your eyes suspending your tiredness for a moment.

        “Yeah.. a-a-ah! But! B-before you ask...!,” he almost closed the page in utter despair and embarrassment but you interrupted him in time.

        “Did you like it?”

        Idia had missed your way of saying and doing things. He really did.

        You never asked unnecessary questions, you never dug deeper than you should. You accepted all the answers he had available, waiting for the right time for him to develop or close the subject. It was like finding a flower bud that was protected from the harshness of autumn.

        “It's good. Huh. Long. But it has some cool songs that I had never heard before. Do you want...?,” Idia pulled out a second pair of headphones.

        You stared at him for a moment, confused as to how two pairs of headphones could listen to the same thing without being connected by a wire to the device — but the technology of this world is as complicated as magic and, given the circumstances, you chose not to question it too much. 

        Idia’s set-up space was lonely but they managed to arrange a pouf for you to sit on. Ortho was by your side playing on his games and you had split your time between watching him, listening to the same songs with Idia and finally venting your feelings a little. Idia had paused the playlist almost immediately but he didn't know much to say.

        Vil and you broke up. 

        This took Idia by surprise for a moment. It seems that paradise is difficult even for the gods of high Olympus like you two, people of unattainable brilliance. 

        However, he couldn’t bring himself to be any sort of happy about your news. Even if you explained that it was a mutual decision and dealt with maturely — you were also surprised to find out that Vil thought just the same as you — it was still a difficult time.

        And all Idia could do was listen in silence. For all the time you stood there, gracing the fortress of his solitude with your tiny, though faded, spring buds, telling your story, Ortho wringing faint little smiles from you, there was nothing else to focus on. Idia only had eyes for you.

        He accepted your lamentations with respect and care, a shroud with which you covered your aching heart. 

        You suddenly found out that the levels between you and him were too different. You couldn't keep up with each other no matter how supportive you were of Vil — and he appreciated that, he couldn’t deny it. But you weren't a match at the end of the day. 

        Maybe “match” wasn't the right word, Idia thought. You were like cards of considerable power but, together, you weren’t enough to defeat a boss or fully compatible to be worth a combo and a fixed position on the team.

        When you said goodbye, with lighter shoulders, and smiled at Idia as you left, he turned to his computer. Ortho had also gone to his new room, wishing his brother good dreams.

        Idia didn’t sleep much, actually. Or if he fell asleep, he was sitting in his chair while the playlist lulled him on a journey into the deep rivers of his own mind. Idia managed to make a few more layout updates but his thoughts kept coming back to you and what his role would be in that Greek tragedy. Honestly, what could he do?

        “Either you die as a villain, or you live long enough to become the protagonist’s secondary friend who is in love and will never be reciprocated,” he said after a sip of energy drink, which seemed to make him more depressed.

        Idia hated that kind of character. It was the most pathetic existence an author could bother to create. The Protagonist’s Friend is a role that always falls on zero or one thousand: they get the love they want somehow or they end up alone, apparently happy and resigned to their situation.

        Movies created this illusion that the Protagonist’s Friend could have their small and banal dreams come true, just being there as unconditional support. A being without their own will who lived only for their love, blind to the protagonist’s obnoxious defects, ready and well trimmed to be a good doormat every hour.

        But people like that never get what they want in real life. They are used and discarded like the aluminum containers that contained the energy drink Idia drank. People always look this Friend up and down, despising them. 

        Idia didn't want to be like that, under any circumstances.       He could be a quitter, a coward, but he had a shred of dignity that he held on to with all his might. 

        More than wanting to force himself on you and make you realize that “the love of your life was right there in front of you” — wearing a worn-out and a little sweaty coat, ready to make you the new deity who would reign in his underworld — Idia just wanted to see you happy.

        It was a strange feeling. No one but Ortho deserved this kind of wish from him. Perhaps Idia had little hope that you would ever truly love him. Maybe he was afraid to take a step, to do something concrete and then see it collapse in front of him.

        However, if you could smile with all your strength, with the brightness that wakes the world for spring, Idia could sleep well at night. He admired your beauty from afar, reinforcing the distance between you, six feet underground. Letting his heart dwell on the selfish desire to convince you to stay in that underworld was useless, he just knew. He should just let you go.

        “How do you get through this phase so fucking easily?! Is a hack? Codes? Tell me, you damn stove!,” you were amusingly aggressive when you played something together. Idia laughed at you.

        “Hacks? You dare insult my abilities, mortal? These dark circles in my eyes are the fruit of all my efforts,” Idia smiled. You got distracted for a moment by seeing how the light from the computer’s screen reflected off his teeth, in such a big, rare smile. Precious. “And... you lost again!”

        “Yep, it seems so,” you agreed.

        Idia was too busy giving the commands to repeat the game phase level — and letting out his small, cute chuckles — to see that you were smiling in his direction with unmatched tenderness. 

        Lately, you have been spending more time with Idia — which was nice, you always wanted to get to know him better. If only you could have approached each other more without being at the expense of a sad experience. 

        Breakups are always difficult. It’s like the arid autumn that heralds the coldest of winters. However, day after day, finding Vil in the hallway or bumping into a picture of him in a magazine didn’t ache your heart like before. The pain no longer trampled you like a dry leaf on the sidewalk. It was a slow but continuous process. 

        A change of scenery may have helped with that. Ramshackle’s dorm was slowly being fixed but many things brought back memories of your friends’ presence at the VDC’s preparation time. It made you think of simpler times, where everything was seemingly fine — although that wasn't exactly the case, for any of you.

        Ignihyde, on the other hand, carried a different feel. 

        You noticed this on your first visit, when Ortho took you to Idia’s bedroom and you let yourself vent about your sadness. But, every time you entered their mirror and climbed the black stairs to reach the lounge, you started to notice more things in that cold, silent and mysterious place.

        It was as if you had died — or for some reason, arrived in the World of the Dead — but, what was supposed to be lamentation turned out to be a comfortable feeling.

        Being there for a long time made you realize that there were things up there in the outside world that you missed and that longing made you realize that life could be much more than a broken heart. At the same time, there was beauty and tranquility in solitude. Would you feel that way when you die? 

        Funny enough, Idia always makes you feel more alive. That feeling has always been there, somehow. You didn’t know if Idia had any idea about that. Your desire to provoke his little smiles, to see his golden eyes sparkle like a living flame. 

        At first, you were afraid of what your heart was presenting. You didn’t want to make another mistake and make another person you liked suffer unnecessarily. A whisper from Tartarus tried to tell you that you were just pretending to fall in love with Idia to forget Vil, as if the altar of a new god was set up on top of the old one.

        But that wasn’t the truth of your feelings. 

        “...shi? Hey?,” Idia’s voice sounded in your ears, calling your name. 

[to be continued...]

| Special notes: The playlist that is mentioned is a irl playlist I actually made just for the sake of this fic, posted in my sideblog @myplaylists-angeli that has other twst playlists. The playlist itself doesn’t strictly mean that this is only Reader’s sadness but it can also be Vil’s. Or you just want a sad playlist about love, pls feel at home to listen to. It’s not finished, so if you want to suggest a song (there’s a post about it here), you can!

Until tomorrow, my dear. We’ll wrap up the last part of this request and maybe the day after, have this final post that will declare the end of this event. ‘Till there, have my sincere yet fast words of gratitude for enjoying my writing and supporting me all this way. You all are the best <3 |

things I noticed about the broom bloom birthday cards (based on ONLY Jamil & Ace)

This might give us some insight on the patterns future cards in this series might have! Please note that this may become outdated when other cards roll around.

I didn’t notice any pattern for the interviewers yet except that Silver and Epel happen to be in the same year as the birthday boys they spoke with.

It seems like a lot of the interview questions themselves are centered around magic, the birthday boy’s feelings about it, and how it is used (what is his best subject, how strong of a flier is he, what makes him glad that he is able to use magic, etc). More magic lore?????? 👀 We also get a few more personal questions about what the boy hopes to do in the future and what they do in the future.

It seems that both Jamil and Ace’s bouquets have dahlias in them, which are the birth flower for the month of September. This may indicate that future birthday boys’ bouquets will also feature their respective birth month flower.

Something I noticed when Ace was teased was that his background and Jamil’s are flipped. Notice how the sun is on our left side in Jamil’s but on the right side in Ace’s. I was wondering why that was…? But then I saw their Groovies (spoilers below the cut) and I thought maybe it was to indicate different times of day??? Jamil’s is clearly at daytime and Ace’s at night… but that’s kind of weird considering that the sun rises in the east (Ace’s) and sets in the West (Jamil’s).

Continuing from the last point, maybe the difference is Groovy lighting and sun placement is because Jamil is first in the month (day) and Ace is later in the month (night)? Maybe the two boy that share a birthday per month will follow the day/night look.

Hmm, what about the boys who are the only ones in a particular month (Sebek for March and Leona for July)? Maybe they’ll be somewhere inbetween day and night, or maybe Sebek will be day (since he comes first) and Leona will be night?