Hello!,ramble Anon Back At It Again Im Just Laying Here Rn As This Storm Goes By So Im Just Lost In Thought:’)

THIS IS A SILLY,this is the same anon as before and if u do make a fic I eyezoom immensely

but just imagine like jades labwear story

jade:*gushing to his shrooms about his crush like in the groovy image* azul:walks in* jade:😶 ah hello azul-

azul:-ok jade this is an intervention you desperately need to confess

WELCOME BACK!! anon, have I mentioned that I love the way you think?

THE WAY HE'D PRETEND NOTHING HAPPENED HELPP

Jade: Hello Azul, what a pleasant evening we are having today, no?

Azul: Jade. Either you confess to them or I'll do it for you.

THIS IDEA ALSO HAS A LOT OF POTENTIAL, usually I see fics of the tweels helping Azul confess to his crush (and messing it up for entertainment purposes), but now I'm imagining Floyd and Azul helping Jade (on their own... quirky ways). THIS WOULD BE SO FUNNY PLS ANON IF YOU HAVE MORE THOUGHTS LIKE THIS DO FEEL FREE TO SHARE THEM WITH ME!!!

Totally in love with the idea of I've become the villains lover! Such a galaxy brain concept! I’ve been binging different isekai manhwa around so this just hit the spot! I’m curious to know what roles the staff, Grim, and RSA would play in the novel tho! What are your ideas?

To be honest, I'm not sure what roles those characters would play, because I didn't put a lot of thought into characters outside of the NRC students, haha. But here are some quick thoughts on their potential roles!

I think it would be funny if Crowley was still your boss and the owner of the bakery you work at (which makes the events of Azul's section infinitely better)!!

Crewel could be Vil's tutor/a popular tutor for potionology and alchemy, Sam is your friendly neighboring shopkeeper who has a partnership with Azul, and Trein is a minor noble who lets his children run the estate. Riddle looks up to him and values his advice.

Grim would probably be a monster you mistake as a regular cat and take home... until he starts talking. You're his henchman now, and he has plans to rule the world! But he mostly just follows you around and eats all the bread in the bakery when you aren't careful.

RSA would be the "heroes" to contrast NRC's "villains!" I would love to position them in opposing roles to NRC. So, for example, Chenya is a knight to a duke (who would be based on Alice!) who rivals Riddle. Rielle has some sort of merchant business where he collects antiques, and rivals Azul's information guild. Neige is already mentioned in the story, but he's the darling of high society, and he admires Vil a lot! It's too bad Vil wants nothing than to tear him down from his seat, though.

Short little thing of when Malleus first met Silver

I love Riddle, but sometimes I worry he wouldn't like a tall s/o :(

oh anon, I'm sure you don't need to worry! Riddle probably appreciates his partner's personality above everything else, no matter their height! if he's fallen for you, your height won't be a problem, you're beautiful in his eyes, either if you're taller or smaller than him <33 (and let's be honest. it's a bit hard to be smaller than Riddle anyway so I'm sure he wouldn't have such an unrealistic requirement for his S/O. as long as they make him happy and care about him, then that's more than enough!)

dying in their arms

featuring !! malleus draconia, ace trappola, riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, lilia vanrouge, azul ashengrotto, cater diamond, deuce spade, floyd leech, idia shroud, jade leech, kalim al asim, jamil viper, and vil schoenheit.

tw; mention of blood and death

MALLEUS DRACONIA curses himself for being weak. he’s always prided his strength as crown prince, but as you lay in his arms, weak and bloody, he resents himself. 

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs into your palm, kissing the tips of your fingers as you cry. “i am so, so, sorry.” 

you squeeze his hand, tears running down your cheeks as you intertwine your fingers together. “i’m scared, malleus.” you whisper, hands shaking.

malleus has never known pain this excruciating. it pulls him apart, tears his limbs, gnaws at his nerves. 

“wait for me.” he pleads, bowing his head into your arms. “i beg of you.” 

you smile. “i’ll always wait for you, malleus.” 

you’re still smiling when you pass. it’s only hours later does lilia finally pull malleus from your body, eyes red and face gaunt as he whispers his final farewell. 

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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

[Kissing it Better - Floyd Leech]

Summary: Floyd gets in a fight. You kiss it better.

Notes: gn!reader, fluff, slight mentions of blood and injury but nothing graphic! some more fluff for good measure

You sigh at the sight in front of you.

Floyd could get rowdy sometimes, you knew that. And he also has a tendency of chasing trouble, so it shouldn't be any surprise to find him as ruffled as you did. 

Still, usually he was the one doing the beating, so you weren't used to seeing him littered with bruises and a pouty expression indicating his foul mood.

You shake your head, setting the first aid kit on the bed beside him. You had to drag him to your room to attend to his wounds, him protesting weakly and pouting the whole time, insisting it was fine and he didn't need to be coddled.

"Now, stay still for me to clean it up, alright?"

He just glares at you, an expression that might have scared off the majority of NRC campus, but wasn't effective on you. You knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, he just wanted to be left alone to lick his own wounds and sulk, which you weren't about to let happen.

Your hand lifts the gauze pad with antiseptic to his face, making him dogde stubbornly. You try a few more times, with no success. Floyd just glares on. You bite your lip, wondering how you should go about this.

"Please, Floyd, it could get infected if I don't clean it." Even if you know your plea won't be very effective, you still give it a try.

"I don't care."

The frustrated noise that leaves your throat makes his lips twich upwards. He was enjoying messing with you, it seemed.

The next time you do the motion, he doesn't bother dodging, just swipping away your hand like it was a pesky fly. 

"Just leave me alone Shrimpy, I don't wanna play right now."

"It'd be over very quickly if you'd just let me do it."

"Hah? Why should I? You don't get to order me around." He does the scary face that usually wards off anyone that might be bothering him, arms crossing, voice dropping and pupils contracting, lips forming a snarl that shows just enough of his pointy teeth.

You lower your arm and set the gauze down, eyebrows furrowing at him. "Alright." Better to not push him too much and make him close up. There's no point in trying to aggravate a sea storm. "How about a hug, then? Surely it'll make you feel better."

Floyd's scary façade breaks, giving way to surprise. He never understands how you could ask for something the others avoid as if their lives depend on it, yet you do it time and time again. The truth is, Floyd could easily squeeze until he felt your ribs breaking under his palms, but there's something about the way you treat him, the way you actually seem to like having him around, that makes him be more gentle.

(Jade pointed it out, once. He made a side comment about how Floyd's hugs are unusually soft when it's with you. At the time you didn't agree, as they are still very tight, but you started to pay more attention. His hugs might envelop you whole and trap you in his arms with no way of getting out, but they never left bruises or made you breathless. His laughter sounds more genuine as well. It has only served to fuel your affection towards him. You have a feeling that was Jade's plan all along.)

Floyd stares at you before unfolding his arms, spreading them out for you. An invitation. "Since you're so cute, Shrimpy, if I squeeze you reaaal hard it might change my mood."

A small smile forms on your face, endeared by his redundant way of asking for a hug. The empty threat doesn't faze you and you waste no time in straddling his lap, letting his arms hold onto your waist and back tightly as your hands clasp behind his neck, burrowing your face on his shoulder. 

It's a comfort both of you are used to, the contact making him relax and prop his chin on the top of your head. You breath in deeply and sigh contently, tickling his skin and making him giggle on your hair. Your smile grows as you notice how his mood has improved already.

A few moments pass like this, Floyd's hand making patterns on your back and your hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. You wait until you think he's calmer before pulling away by pushing his shoulders, coming face to face with him. He whines at the loss of contact, squeezing your waist in protest. 

You let out a huff of laughter at his affronted expression, but you can sense the playfulness under it. You cup his cheek with one hand, tenderly brushing your thumb on the sore spot and making him squeeze his eyes shut because of the sting. "I'll take care of it now." You murmur, getting the gauze back and apllying it on the wound before he could complain, wipping off the flakes of blood that clung to his skin.

He whines as you clean the cut on his eyebrow and the blood down his nose and on his lips, one hand on his chin to keep his head still. You only hum in response, analyzing your work and covering the bruises with a colorful plaster. 

"There you go, all done."

There's a petulant frown on his face, clashing with the eye cathing patterns of the plaster and his messy hair, his eyes boring into you with some emotion you can't describe. You feel a rush of affection flow through yourself, so sudden it makes you feel light headed. You cup his cheeks and brings his face closer to yours, giving the tip of his nose a light kiss before pulling away once more. You're, as they say, kissing it better.

There's a tinkle in your eyes as you look back at him, they wrinkle at the corners as your smile stretches your cheeks. Floyd's face feels hot and he doesn't know what to make of it all, what to make of you. Your fingers are warm against his cold skin and so unbearably tender. He can feel your heartbeat against his, your weight on top of him, your sweet scent surrounding him. He isn't used to this, to being treated as if he's precious, as if he's something worth of protecting, of taking care of, of looking so fondly at.

Floyd is not fragile. He isn't weak and he can take care of himself just fine. He is vicious and can be cruel and doesn't care about the feelings of others, as long as he's having his fun. He doesn't bother trying to rein his emotions in and he's scary and the campus avoid him like the plague and he doesn't care. He really doesn't. But when you took the time to get to know him, when you stayed by his side regardless of his mood, when you look at him with eyes so full of affection, never fear, he feels like he can let himself open up a bit. And then a bit more, and a little more and suddenly Floyd's walls are crumbled on his feet and you stand right on top of their ruins, victorious smile shining down on him and he lets himself think that maybe it's alright to be vulnerable, to let someone take care of him. 

"Does something still hurt? You're awfully quiet." Your voice lulls him like the calm waves, your hands kiss his skin like sun rays on the beach, your scent a refreshing breeze. He wants to lose himself in it, on you.

Instead of answering, he props his head on your shoulder, a needy sound leaving his throat, nuzzling on your neck, feeling you, you, you. You're safe. He grips your waist tighter, making sure you stay flush against him and let him enjoy the moment.

You laugh, being used to his antics. Your hand reaches the back of his head and you play with his hair, the other one on his back. You leave a kiss on the top of his head, resting yours against his and preparing to stay like this for some time.

The moment eventually breaks when Floyd nips on your neck lightly, his sharp teeth stinging and making you yelp. He chuckles next to your ear, saying how Shrimpy put him in a better mood already.

It seems like kissing it better did work, after all.

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tHE GRIM REALIZATION IM CACKLING 😭😭

LITERALLY ME WHEN I REALIZED

Thank u thank you ill be here all week HEHFB,im glad u have like my odd lil crush rambles thus far 🥺,I feel bad got spamming your box shdh I just have a lotta ideas and just no where to put them 😔 I apologize!!

ANON??? THERE'S NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE!!! I'm loving your asks!! and, as I always say, you're welcome to ramble as much as you want in my ask box, I love reading your thoughts!! feel free to share as many of your ideas as you'd like to!

when you ignore them. p.2

♯— you ignore the housewardens. | p.1 | sequel p.1

cw: mild language, sfw, a little bit of hurt/comfort, crack & fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader

notes: diasomnia be like ‘u mess with one of us, u mess with ALL of us. #squadgoals’ LOL likes and reblogs are appreciated! ♡

azul ashengrotto:

malleus draconia: (you’re now a wanted criminal)

riddle rosehearts:

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