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[dearestones]

ask game for fanfic writers

do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

do you have any kind of consistent writing schedule or just hoping for the best?

tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

in an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?

at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?

what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that? 

talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

what’s your worst writing habit? 

where do you share your writing?

where is your favorite place to write?

what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

what is your most and least favorite part of writing?

what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

what is your favorite trope to write?

pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

describe your writing process from scratch to finish.

how do you deal with writers block?

on average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

what’s your revision or rewriting process like?

do you like to write one-shots or series, and why?

do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?

handwritten notes or typed notes?

give us a spoiler for one of your stories.

most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write

do characters influence your writing style?

do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

how do you name characters and places?

tell us about a character who’s very different than you who you love a whole lot

do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.

when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?

how many stories do you work on at one time?

are you an avid reader?

best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

what is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words.

how did writing change you?

any writing advice you want to share?

name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

what time are you the most productive when it comes to writing?

what story are you most proud of?

do you reread your own stories?

do you want to be published some day?

do you plan or do you write whatever comes to your mind?

share the synopsis of a story you work on that you haven’t published yet

how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?

when writing, do you have an outline? and do you stick to it?

what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were reading it?

what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?

where is the most dangerous place that you’ve read fic?

where is the most dangerous place that you’ve written fic?

what was the first commercial property (book/movie/tv show/etc) that you realized was actually professional fanfiction?

what’s the weirdest reason you’ve ever shipped something?

what’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?

what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read? 

what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written? 

when have you felt the most confident in your writing? 

when have you felt the least confident?

how long will you spend on a story or scene before you give up?

how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?

are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

how do you balance writing and life? do you ever feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing you have to do?

what do you do if a scene gets too serious?

how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

are you a planner, pantser, or planster?

do you know how your story ends before you start writing?

what is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain? 

how do you write kissing scenes?

how do you choose where to end a chapter?

are you an over-writer, under-writer, or just-right-er?

do you try to put themes, motifs, messages, morals, etc in your writing? if so, how do you go about it?

if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?

“proper” punctuation or all lowercase?

less is more or more is more?

said: overused or underused?

what would be on a moodboard for your current wip(s)?

which season best matches the mood of your wip(s)?

does your writing style change depending on the genre you write?

if you could have another author write your wip for you (bc we all dream of this occasionally), who would it be?

sarcastic narrators: entertaining or overdone?

do you notice your own voice in your writing style?

how has your writing style changed over the years?

first, second, or third person?

do you hear other people’s writing styles when they talk?

do you prefer dialogue or description?

do you describe a character’s appearance all right away or in pieces?

romantic/social sideplots: interesting or irritating?

abstract or detailed romance scenes?

what don’t you like about your writing style?

was being a writer a dream of yours when you were little? or did it spring up when your older? or is it just a hobby? 

open question to the writer.

a compiled list of asks for me to reference. they are not my own. just some of my favorite questions i’ve picked out from a couple different lists. feel free to reblog and use too!!

[dearestones]

Devin!!!!! Hi lovely!!!! :DD

For Key & the ask game...

-2 (do you have plans for anyone specific in the cast? can't say yet? someone from home? just cameron? lmao)

-7 (what club would she even be in? :D if she had magic abilities, would that change what club she would choose to join?) -8 (aside from the obvious suspects lmao. or you know what? yeah. complain about them more, perhaps.) -12 (events!!! :D ik we talked about them not being too relevant, but even just vibe-wise ;) what's the girl up to lmao) -15 (again, aside from the obvious lmao) thank you for your lovely words, devin :)) HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MAGNIFICENT DAY MUWAHHH!!!!! YEAHHHHH💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🥳💪💥💥💥💥💥💥

Oh my gosh! Hi! :D

2. Who is your OC’s closest platonic friend?

So many good mini questions to go with the main question! I don't have any specific plans as of yet! Only an outline on which characters she can kinda get along with better than others. You gotta remember that she's in NRC in a professional capacity, so she isn't going to go headfirst into friendship right away. The reason why she's so close to Cam was because it was the summer, she was new, and Cameron probably didn't have many friends left in NRC over the summer break anyway.

I will say that don't be surprised that Key's relationships with the Housewardens will develop quicker than any other canon characters and that she may prefer friendships like with other support staff or the interns in the school. (Remember, she's there as a professional and she technically has a life outside of school and its students! I'm really hoping that Key gets a good female friend either in the interns or in the town below just because lol)

And don't worry! She does have friends at home! There is a flashback coming up... ;)

7. Why did they join their clubs? 

Ohhhh! A club! I think she would attend the same club regardless if she had magic or not. I think if the school offered like a club that focuses on history or aspects of culture like discussions on mythology and legends, I think she would excel in that. And not because she grew up with Disney hahaha!

Another club that I think she would do well in would be the Light Music Club! It's mention before that she knows a bit of piano! She's not a composer by any means and it'll take her a couple practices to perfect a piece, but she could definitely do it. Plus, she's also a dancer and her style is mostly derived from a certain King of Pop hehehe.

The one problem with the Light Music Club is probably the members? Key is more of a loner, but she doesn't mind getting to know other people. She's okay with it, but like... she needs time to recharge. So, we have Lilia, Cater, and Kalim... All of them somewhat sociable in their own ways. I think she would get along most with Lilia because he's both mischievous and willing to let her have her own space.

However...I feel like Cater would annoy Key because he would always badger her for selfies or stop practices to pick out the perfect playlist. You'll find in next question you ask that I'll delve into certain qualities a character might have... that could lead to her disliking.

And Kalim? Key appreciates Kalim, but he's way too sociable and there are times when he can be selfish. Yes, he's earnest and kinder than most other people in NRC, but he can be somewhat unaware that Key might like being alone or that she wouldn't feel sad even if she doesn't have expensive clothing or shoes. I think, over time, when Key finally overcomes her politeness and establishes her boundaries (that Kalim will agree to, but will take time to practice), they can be really good friends.

8. Is there a character your OC doesn’t like, if so why?

Crowley.

I'm mostly kidding! There's this... tension lining their relationship due to the very circumstances that they ended up knowing each other. I won't say anything too much, but more of their interactions are explored in Chapter 29 and there will be another interaction in a future chapter that will illustrate where their relationship could go.

And, I did mention that there are certain qualities that Key may not... be okay with.

She like to be punctual, professional, and above all else, pragmatic.

You'll find that Key gets irritated when she can't do her job properly because of someone's incompetence or because someone else can't be bothered to do their job, which hinders her role. It's not like she wants to be mean, but in a roundabout way, she likes routine. She can be afford to be spontaneous and fun when she chooses to be spontaneous and fun. If there's supposed to be an established routine or job she's supposed to do, she will do it and anyone who stands in her way is somewhat of an obstacle.

She also doesn't like it when people tell her what to do or compare her to others.

12. What is your OC’s favorite event(s), what was their role?

Ohhhh! I don't know much about the events, unfortunately. I've seen bits and pieces, but the one event that I'm fairly familiar with is Lost in the Book with Stitch. I feel like... Glorious Masquerade? I feel like Key would be enamored with the City of Flowers and she'd click with Rollo as well! Probably not in a good way, especially after he tries to kill the students (why can he do it, but she can't???), but in early interactions or after their relationship is repaired, but maybe they bond over expensive stationery sets and scrapbooking.

(Rollo probably looks down on scrapbooking, but he eventually understands that there is artistry inherent in the hobby).

Also. Stickers. All of the stickers :D

15. What is a secret not many characters know about your OC?

Hmmm... It hasn't been established outright as of yet, but Key is a dancer! She loves partner dances like swing and she loves the occasional line dance like the Cha Cha Slide and Cupid Shuffle! She loves shuffling (any type of shuffle) and back at home, she liked covering some of Michael Jackson's best dance moves.

She can following along with Billie Jean and Thriller fairly well.

Another secret... Probably not relevant as of yet, but she doesn't like looking at her reflection in Twisted Wonderland.

Ohhhh, and her true name is *gets shot*

Thank you so much for the questions and your kind words! I also wish you a wonderful day! :D

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #original character #oc #dearestones #devintrinidad #fjshii #fjshii ask #answered

[dearestones]

In the Middle (Yandere! Brian Thomas x Reader x Yandere! Tim Wright)

Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, creepy behavior/invasion of personal space, etc. 

Anonymous Request: Hiya Devin. Could I request a yandere Tim and Brian from Marble Hornets with a darling that is best friends with Alex please?

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“Hey, you two!” You beamed at Tim and Brian as you walked in through the doorway, a skip in your step and a gleam in your eyes. You had just come in from a statistics exam, and while you did not study as thoroughly as you hoped, the test was easier than you had thought. “Have you seen Alex?”

Nerves still thrumming in excitement, you had decided that you wanted to celebrate despite not knowing what your grade was. If you celebrated now, you wouldn’t have to mourn later when you found that your test was marked in red to hell and back. And if it did turn out that you had passed—and with a high score—then you could go out and party all you liked! That meant twice the happiness and twice the fun!

And you knew who you would have liked to hang out with most. 

Alex and his girlfriend Amy. 

You had met Alex one day while you were walking around the campus without a care in the world. You don’t quite remember why you decided to walk around the hallways, but you glad you did. You happened across a group of students auditioning for a new short film (Marble Hornets, you think it was called) and had ended up watching some of it unfold. 

In the midst of the auditions (well, there were only two auditions), you observed how the student filmmaker handled directing and talking to the somewhat shy student who continuously referred back to the script. It was cute and heartwarming, it made you remember that humanity was not always cruel or cold when it mattered most. As soon as the student auditions were over (again, it didn’t take long because… again… only two people came to audition), that’s when you got to know THE Alex Kralie. 

You had heard of him in passing. He wasn’t one of the more popular students on campus, but those who frequented the filmography classes and were close to film majors all knew about him. He was an aspiring filmmaker, wide eyed and innocent, and wanting to be as great as Tarantino, Spielberg, or even Hitchcock! Normally, you wouldn’t have thought about talking to him, much less becoming friends, but this was different. 

You were intrigued. 

The way Alex handled Tim’s more than apparent shyness and worked with Brian’s inherent charm, it was like watching a master at work. Yes, you knew that Alex’s scripts left a lot to be desired and you bore witness to Seth’s and Jay’s attempts to subtly edit the script and the direction before Alex could catch on, but you could not deny that the film—at its core—had its charms.

It would be pretentious, for sure, but what student filmmaker out there didn’t create a movie that wasn’t a little bit pretentious?

Aside from the filmmaking, you also realized that Alex was such a great softy at heart as well! He had a wonderful golden retriever named Rocky, a big fluffy furball who was always eager to leap and kiss you with his long, slobbery tongue. You were charmed when you met the beast, but you were instantly enchanted when you met Amy. 

She was beautiful and kind: the entire package that any man could have killed for. 

And what better way to realize just how good of a guy Alex was than the quality of his girlfriend? Both of them were great people, creative and mischievous at heart. There were moments when you felt like you were intruding in their personal space, but they always had time for you to hang out and talk about the mundane (school) to the coolest things (Alex’s propensity to make a trainwreck of a film without making too many references to edgy movies) . 

You were also great friends with the rest of the group! Sarah always had a quip ready on her lips—she always tried to clean up the scripts so that her “acting” would look more natural but alas. Alex would have none of that. 

The cameraman, Seth, was quiet, but he also had a cute dog that liked to play with Rocky whenever he would bring his own little pup along to shoots. 

Jay, the script supervisor… was a bit of an oddball. He knew that Alex’s script wasn’t the best thing in the world, but he didn’t try to change it too much even if he technically held more power than most of the other crew members and could have easily convinced Alex to tighten and make things more clear if he so wished. He didn’t look like a pushover, so you could only assume that he saw something worth saving in Alex’s vision… which was weird, to say the least, but nothing too concerning. 

And finally… 

The two main actors who elevated the production from campy to… somewhat emotional and grounded. 

Both Brian and Tim were great friends who must have met a bit before the Marble Hornets’ auditions. While they seemed to look like polar opposites (Tim was reserved and snarky while Brian was all smiles and jokes). The both of them had never really acted before, but you wouldn’t have realized that from the few scenes that you managed to watch over Seth’s shoulder as he edited some of the footage to fit Alex’s picky directions. 

They bounced off each other well and often hung out together. In fact, while you rarely saw Alex, it was more likely that you’ve seen Brian on campus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a psychology major, but he was a social butterfly. Every time you happened to go out to a party or ate in the cafeteria, you always saw him hanging around a group of people. No matter what, he was always surrounded with laughter and smiles. 

Tim, on the other hand, wasn’t as well liked as his peers. That isn’t to say that he was a horrible person, but compared to Brian he was a wallflower who wilted if more than two people looked his way. Up until a few weeks ago, you wondered how Brian convinced Tim to audition before Alex had told you that it was him who gave him the opportunity. 

Again, you were floored by how kind and giving Alex was. 

Amy was a lucky girl. 

“Alex?” Brian looked up at you, an easygoing smile on his handsome features that was somewhat marred by the strange look in his eyes. Honestly, you didn’t pay too much attention to Brian (you were actually really interested in the behind the scenes crew, much to Alex’s and Seth’s delight), but now that you were here… His eyes seemed a little too hard, like an uncut gem that had yet to be polished to gleam. “What do you need him for?”

Beside Brian, Tim paused in the middle of tuning his guitar, his strong, sturdy fingers resting along the strings. Despite him staring at his lap, you could see that his knuckles were a stark white compared to the rest of his skin. He wasn’t tanned, but he was not as pale as Alex or Brian.

Tension lined Tim’s shoulders—had he stopped breathing for a moment?—before he seemingly forced himself to relax. 

“Oh, ummm…” You rocked a little on your heels, not willing to divulge your excitement to them. Yes, you were proud of it, but in front of two up and coming actors like these guys? Telling people you actually trusted like Alex and Amy was something to be expected and encouraged! You loved them dearly and you knew that even if it turned out you failed, they would be the first in line to pick up a tub of your favorite ice cream and make you a filling homemade meal to drown out your sorrows. 

But telling Brian and Tim? 

Yeah, you knew them, but you didn’t know them. 

You felt a little awkward waffling in between your decisions, so you decided not to tell them the full truth. It’s not like you needed to tell them anything. 

You just wanted to know where Alex was. 

“Not important. I figured he’d be here since I think he said that he wanted to go over some lines with the both of you but since I don’t see him—”

You made as if to leave, but before you could—

Brian hopped up from the couch and strode towards you, that easygoing smile on his face causing your stomach to churn and your palms to sweat. There was something… There was something about this situation and you were just now picking up on it. Before you could make an excuse or make a break for it, one of Brian’s arms draped itself over your shoulders before he began guiding—shoving—you towards the couch. 

The thing is, instead of forcing you to sit at a comfortable distance so that you were on one side of the couch, you found yourself squished in between Tim, who was now staring at you with a startled, but satisfied look in his eyes, and Brian, who continued to leave his arms on your shoulders. In between the both of them, you felt yourself grow irritated and antsy—it was much to warm in between them! And it felt like you were suffocating from their presence alone. 

Squished as you were, you were keenly aware of how Tim’s thigh was pressed up against yours, while Brian leaned in closer, almost as if he couldn’t get enough of your presence. 

“Why leave? Who knows, Alex might drop by…”

“Soon?” 

Perhaps it was the hope evident in your tone, but you found that Brian was gripping you tighter now and even Tim looked a little less…  meek. 

What was going on? Alex had never indicated that either of his actors were people to look out for. In fact, he spoke highly of them. There had been times when he would complain that they were trying to 'sabotage' his work, being too picky and highly critical of the delivery of some of their lines, and so on. For the most part, you tried to stay out of the drama, but even you knew that Alex wasn't a saint either.

Actually, for the past few weeks... He had been acting weird.

A little standoffish. A little cold.

There was something off about him, but you assumed that it was the stress from trying to juggle his passion with a parttime job and school.

The thing was, Alex being weird could be easily explained.

This... Whatever was happening with Tim and Brian could not.

"Stay a little bit."

Tim glanced at you, his southern accent a little thicker than usual. Carefully, he placed his guitar onto the floor, so that all of his attention was focused solely on you. His dark brown eyes bore into yours and you felt your mouth felt dry.

Alex had been acting weird. Erratic.

This...

Whatever Tim and Brian were up to, you wanted no part in it.

"Ha ha ha." You tried wriggling away, even pushing against the couch so that you could gain leverage, but Brian’s arm would not budge and even Tim’s fingers—the same fingers that had been lackadaisical in plucking his guitar strings— were inching closer towards your arm. 

You were trapped. 

“Guys, this isn’t funny anymore.” Actually, it hadn’t been funny in the first place. “Come on. Alex isn’t here, so I’ll just leave, okay?” 

You were facing Brian at that point, foolishly thinking that since he had been the more outspoken of the two would also correlate to him also being the more dangerous one, but you were mistaken. No sooner did you try reasoning with Brian did Tim lean over your shoulder, his warm breath heavy and hot against the sensitive skin of your throat. His scent enveloped, cloying and almost mesmerizing as you tried to lean away from his intrusion. However, that only led to you unconsciously leaning into Brian. 

This situation was confusing. Terrifying. 

You didn’t want to get violent, to hurt someone you barely knew, but at the same time, you didn’t like where this was heading.

Already, Tim was hugging you from behind, his thick, muscled arms holding you in pace as he nuzzled the area in between your shoulder blades. Meanwhile, Brian simply leaned back and gestured for you to follow suit. Did he seriously expect you to follow him, so that he could… What? Hold you close to his chest? So that you would be sandwiched in between them?

“Stop. I said stop!” 

With strength that you either did not know you had or had been reserving for moments of crisis, you ripped yourself away from Tim’s hold and nearly tripped over yourself as you headed towards the door. Behind you, you could hear both of the young men clamber to their feet, their shoes thudding ominously on the floor. 

It didn’t matter to you.

You were going to leave. 

You were going to talk to Alex and then—

“Oh, hey.” Alex tiredly wiped a hand down his face, his hazel eyes taking in your harried appearance in a mixture of concern and bemusement before his eyes trailed behind you, presumably observing Tim and Brian stopping only a few steps away. “Um…”

Choosing not to wait for Alex’s inquiries, you took hold of his wrist and began dragging him out of the apartment, making sure that the door was shut behind you.

“We… we need to talk. About them.” You continued to haul him by the wrist. “Please.”

And Alex, kind and generous Alex, simply nodded at you. “Alright then. Hit me.”

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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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[dearestones]

Twisted Wonderland OC Questions:

Do you have a song that represents your OC, if so why?

Who is your OC’s closest platonic friend?

Tell us about a complicated relationship your OC has with another character?

What are your OC’s minor fears?

What is your OCs best class?

What is their worst class?

Why did they join their clubs? 

Is there a character your OC doesn’t like, if so why?

Who is their favorite staff member? Why?

What dorm would your OC be sorted into besides their current one?

Is there a character your OC sees as a sibling?

What is your OC’s favorite event(s), what was their role?

If your OC could physically fight another character, who would it be and would they win?

What are your OC’s grades like?

What is a secret not many characters know about your OC?

How would your OC describe their entrance ceremony from their POV?

What does your OC think of the Ramshackle ghosts?

What is the hardest thing to adjust to at NRC? The magic? Being away from their family? Ect.

Do they trust Crowely?

What chapter does your OC get the most personal character development?

#if anyone is reading caged birds #please ask me about key #or any of my other ocs #they’re all my children and deserve love

[dearestones]

Could I request headcanons for the Allies' or Axis' reaction to their darling having a cryptic pregnancy, and one day, their darling just randomly gives birth? Or, one day, they just find their darling with a baby or babies?

Hi, thanks for the request!

Unfortunately, I no longer write for Hetalia. In the future, please refer to my pinned post for the available fandoms I write for.

Thank you and I hope that you have a wonderful day!

#anon #anon ask #anonymous #anonymous ask #dearestones #devintrinidad #answered

[dearestones]

— aesthetic words to fill up your vocabulary ♡

✦ if you're tired of using the same repetitive words to describe feelings or actions on your writing, here are some aesthetic words that are not frequently used to help you evolve your vocabulary better and also maybe help you with creative titles <3

ABENDROT: the color of the sky while the sun is setting.

ABIENCE: the strong urge to avoid someone or something.

ACHROOUS: colourless.

AEQUOREAL: marine, oceanic.

AESTHETE: someone with deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature.

ALIFEROUS: having wings.

AMITY: warmth and heartfelt friendliness in a friendship; mutual understanding and a peaceful relationship.

AMORIST: someone who is in love; someone who writes about love.

AMBROSIAL: fragrant, delicious.

ANTHOMANIA: great love for flowers.

AQUAPHILE: someone who is an enthusiast of all things related to the water.

ARENOCOLOUS: living or burrowing in sand.

ASPERSE: change falsely or with malicious intent; attack the good name and reputation of someone.

ASTERISM: agroup of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars.

ATTAR: essential oil or perfume obtained from flowers.

AUREATE: golden or gilded; brilliant, splendid.

AURICOMUS: with golden or yellow colored foliage.

AVIOTHIC: the strong desire to be up in the air or to fly.

BALTER: to dance artlessly, without particular grace and/or skill but usually with enjoyment.

BATHIC: pertaining to depths, especially of sea.

BELAMOUR: the one who is loved; a beloved person.

BELLICOSTIC: aggressive, belligerent, warlike.

BENEFICENCE: the quality of being kind or helpful or generous.

BERCEUSE: a quiet song intended to lull a child to sleep.

BLÁFAR: indicating the freshness and beauties of youth or health; attractive and possessing charm.

BRONTIDE: the low rumble of a distant thunder.

BURBLE: to speak in an excited manner.

CAELITIS: the divinities who dwell within the celestial planes.

CATHARSIS: the release of emotional tension, especially through kinds of art or music.

CELERITOUS: swift, speedy, fast.

CERAUNOPHILIA: loving thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.

CHEVELURE: the nebulous tail of a comet.

CINGULOMANIA: a strong desire to hold a person in your arms.

COCCINEOUS: bright red; scarlet.

COCKAIGNE: an imaginary land of luxury and idleness.

CONSTELLATE: to eluster; to compel by stellar influence.

COSMOGYRAL: whirling around the universe.

CORDOLIUM: heartache; heartfelt sorrow.

CORUSCATE: to reflect brillantly, to sparkle.

CRAMOISY: of a crimson color.

CREATURELY: a person who is controlled by others and is used to perform unpleasant or dishonest tasks for someone else.

CRYSTALLOMANIA: an obsession with crystals and other crystalline objects.

CHRYSALISM: the amnotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

CLINQUANT: glittering with gold and silver.

CLYSMIC: cleaning, washing.

CUPIDITY: greed for money or possessions.

CYANEOUS: a sky-blue color.

CYNOSURE: guiding star; a object of common interest.

DARKLING: of or related to darkness.

DÉCLASSÉ: having fallen in social status.

DEIFORM: god-like or divine in nature.

DEMERSAL: that lives near the bottom or a body of water.

DESIDERIUM: an ardent longing, as for something lost.

DISPITEOUS: cruel and without mercy.

DOUX: sweet, soft, mild, gentle.

DRACONTINE: belonging to a dragon.

DYSANIA: the state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning.

ECCEDENTESIAST: someone who fakes a smile.

EFFLORESCENCE: a period or state of blooming, blossoming.

ELEGY: a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead.

ELEUTHEROPHILIST: someone who advocates free love.

ELYSIAN: beautiful or creative, divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.

EMACITY: desire or fondness for buying things.

EMPYREAL: pertaining to the sky; celestial.

EPHIALTES: a nightmare; the demon Incubus that supposedly causes a nightmare.

EPICARICACY: the joy that results from others misfortune.

EREMOPHOBIA: the deep fear of stillness, solitude, or deserted places.

ETHEREAL: extremely delicate, light, not of this world.

EUMOIRIETY: happiness due to state of innocence and purity.

FLORENTIS: abounding in flowers; being in bloom and adorned with plentiful flowers.

FREICEADAN: guard, garrison, watch, sentinal.

FULMINATE: cause to explode violently and with loud noise.

FURCIFEROUS: brat; rascally, scandalous.

GLOAMING: twilight, dusk.

GRAME: anger, wrath, scorn; sorrow, grief, misery.

HALCYON: calm and peaceful; happy, prosperous.

HELLION: a rowdy or mischievous person.

HELIOPHILIA: desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight.

HEAVENIZE: to render like heaven or fit for heaven, to purify and make a holy place or a person.

HENOTIC: promoting harmony or peace.

HIRAETH: a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.

HOLILY: belonging to or derived from or associated with a divine power.

HYPNAGOGIC: the state immediately before falling asleep.

IGNICOLIST: a worshiper of fire.

ILLECEBROUS: attractive and alluring.

IMPLUVIOUS: soaked with rain.

INCANDESCENCE: light produced by high temperatures.

INCALESCENCE: the property of being warming.

INCENDIARY: designed for the purpose of causing a fire, likely to cause anger or violence.

INEFFABLE: too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words.

INSOUCIANT: free from worry, concern or anxiety.

IRENIC: aiming or aimed at peace, promoting peace.

IRIDESCENT: producing a display of rainbow-like colors.

INVIDIARE: to envy.

ISOLOPHILIA: a strong preference and affection for solitude.

KALOPSIA: the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

KALON: beauty that is more than skin deep.

LACONIC: expressing much in a few words.

LACUNA: a blank space; a missing part.

LATIBULE: a hiding place, a place of safety and comfort.

LAMBENT: to glow or flicker softly. Luminous, light or brilliant.

LIMERENCE: the state of being infatuated with another person.

LONGANIMITY: still suffering while planning revenge.

LOUCHE: disreputable; morally dubious.

LUCELENCE: the state of being fine and beautiful; shining, brilliant.

LUCIFORM: resembling light in appearance; having, in some respects; the nature of qualities of light.

LUMINESCENCE: light produced by chemical, electrical or physiological means.

MALTALENT: the negative emotions of wanting injury or harm to befall someone; a hostile behavior or attitude towards someone considered an enemy.

MARMORIS: the shining surface of the ocean.

MAZARINE: a dark blue color; rich blue or reddish-blue color.

MELIORISM: the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world.

MÉLOMANIE: an excessive and abnormal love and deep attraction to music and melody.

MERCURIAL: subject to sudden or unpredictable changes.

MESMERIC: appealing; drawing attention.

MORDACIOUS: biting or given to biting; biting or sharp in manner; caustic; capable of wounding.

MORPHEAN: of or relating to Morpheus, to dreams, or to sleep.

MOXIE: courage, nerve, determination.

NEBULOCHAOTIC: a state of being hazy and confused.

NEFARIOUS: wicked, villainous, despicable.

NEMESISM: frustration, anger or aggression directed inward, toward oneself and one's way of living.

NERITIC: pertaining to shallow coastal waters.

NOETIC: of or associated with or requiring the use of mind.

NOIRCEUR: the state of being pitch black in color; a state of lacking illumination.

NUBIVAGANT: wandering in the air, moving through the air.

NUMINOUS: spiritual or supernatural; surpassing comprehension or understanding; mysterious.

ONEIRODYNIA: restless, disturbed sleep, characterized by nightmares and sleepwalking.

OPHIOMORMOUS: snake-like.

ORPHIC: mysterious and entrancing, beyond ordinary understanding.

PAVONINE: characteristic of a peacock; resembling the tail of a peacock; as in colors; iridescent.

PETRICHOR: the scent of rain on dry earth.

POIESIS: creation; creative power or ability.

PORPHYROUS: purple; of purple hue.

PLAXONDRY: the mix of introspective nostalgia, sadness, and calmness felt when listening vaporwave and its related genres.

PRATE: to talk excessively and pointlessly.

PROCELLOUS: tempestuous, stormy.

QUIDDITY: the essence of something.

QUIXOTIC: extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical or impracticable.

RANTIPOLE: a wild, reckless young person; to be wild and reckless.

REDAMANCY: the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

REDOLENT: having a strong distinctive fragrance; serving to bring to mind.

REMEANT: coming back, returning.

RESPLENDENT: having brilliant or glowing appearance; dazzling and impressive in appearance through being richly colorful or sumptuous.

REVERIE: a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

RODOMEL: juice of roses mixed with honey.

ROSEATE: rose-like; overly optimistic.

RUTILANT: glowing or glittering with red or gold light.

SANGUINEOUS: accompanied by bloodshed.

SASHAY: to strut or move about in an ostentatious or conspicuous manner.

SCIAMACHY: a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow.

SEQUACIOUS: lacking independence of originality of thought.

SERAPHIC: beautiful and pure; having a sweet nature befitting an angel or a cherub; of or relating to an angel of the first order.

SERENDIPITY: finding something good without looking for it.

SKINT: having little or no money avaliable.

SOLIVAGANT: someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.

SOMNIATE: to dream, to make sleepy.

SORTIGER: delivering prophecies of the future; having the qualities of being oracular.

STELLIFEROUS: having or abonding with stars.

STELLIFY: to transform from an earthly body into a celestial body; to place in the sky as such.

SUCCIDUOUS: ready to fall, falling.

SPUME: a white mass of bubbles or froth on the top of a wave.

SYNODIC: relating to or involving the conjunction of stars, planets or other celestial objects.

TARANTISM: the uncontrollable urge to dance.

TEMENOS: a sacred circle where no one can be oneself without fear.

THANATOPHOBIA: fear of death.

TYYNEYS: the state of peacefulness; absent of worry or fear, being composed and at ease.

ULTRAMARINE: beyond the sea; greenish-blue color.

VELLEITY: a wish or inclination not strong enough to lead to action.

VENERATION: a profound emotion inspired by a deity.

VESPERTINE: in or of the evening; setting at the same time as, or just after, the sun.

VERDANT: with plants and flowers in abundance.

VERMEIL: a liquid composition applied to a gilded surface to give luster to the gold.

VERTICORDIOUS: to turn the heart from evil.

VIOLESCENT: tending toward violet color.

VORFREUDE: the joyful anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.

WANDERLUST: a strong desire to travel and explore the world.

WHIST: to hush or silence; to still, to become still.

cerezzzita©, 2022 · all rights reserved

[dearestones]

Hey, guys, Devin here!

Thank you so much for your love and support this year! I know I haven’t been as active as I was when I first started, but I have been embarking on a new journey, the biggest fanfic project that I have on my plate at the moment, my isekai twst fanfic on ao3. Although it may not seem like it, I am open for questions and requests.

How fast I’ll get to them, I have no idea! But I will try to give you the best of what I can offer.

Anywhoozles, here’s to another year of creativity and love from your truly!

Anyway, thank you and I hope that you enjoy the last of 2023 and the start of 2024!

#dearestones #devintrinidad #special announcement #announcement #happy new years #2024 #happy new years 2024 #writblr

[dearestones]

Hey, guys, Devin here! Feel free to add me in as a friend! I just started playing! :)

Player ID: BdZKF4Yf

[dearestones]

end of the year - writeblr ask game ✨

anyone else in the mood to become chatty? feel free to send a number (or two) from the list below to the person who reblogged this! and then reblog yourself if you want to get some asks ^^

what was your writing-highlight this year? what made it special and how will you reflect on it next year?

what did not go so well this year? how do you feel about it and what is a positive thing you learnt from it?

did you achieve everything you wanted to this year? if not, how will you go about it?

what is your favourite line you wrote this year?

what is your favourite book/story/poem you read this year?

did you make any new writeblr friends? give a shout-out! if not, it's time to praise one of your old besties <3

what are three songs you put on your WIP-playlist this year?

what are three things you're looking forward to next year?

create a meme or moodboard that captures your past writing-year!

which character(s) turned out differently from what you had planned? how so?

which scene was harder/easier to write than anticipated? why?

if your character(s) had their own new years resolutions, what would those be?

how did you change as a writer? did you learn anything new? started to plan instead of pants? share your wisdom!

time for writing wrapped! what would be your top three used sentences?

time for shameless self-promotion! answer with a piece of writing you want others to see/read! (if you have nothing posted/published this year, any other year is fine too ^^)

wishing you all all the best and may your writing-wishes for next year all come true <3 ✨

[dearestones]

For Funsies (Caged Birds Verse ft. Z Squared and Key)

Warnings: Needs knowledge of Caged Birds, references to a snippet in Chapter 12, canon compliant to Caged Birds. 

@lottieinlimbo Request: Anything vaguely key and janitor staff interactions related would be snazzy 

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Zahur watched with keen eyes as Key paused in the middle of her stride, her fingers tugging at the hem of an old Night Raven College shirt that one of the students had neglected to bring home over the summer break. Although the material looked cozy (it was well worn and soft to the touch when he accidentally brushed past her), the young woman looked like she wasn’t comfortable in it. The fabric swallowed her figure, making her appear almost childlike and tinier than her actual stature. It also did not help that there were old red stains upon the front of it, as if someone had dumped a vat of spaghetti sauce upon the fabric and did not immediately wash it afterwards.

"Hey, newbie, feeling scared?"

Zahur felt Key’s eyes land on him as he pocketed his phone into the side pocket of his uniform. Although it had been almost two weeks since she had been placed under the care of Alastair, the young custodian hadn't spent too much time with him or their other colleagues. A part of Zahur understood that it took time to get used to working with a lively bunch, but he couldn’t help but feel that there was something more to her reticent nature that couldn’t be fully explained by shyness.

Emilio, ever the troublemaker, was one of the first to try to break her out of her shell. After finding out that Alastair was roped into taking care of someone for the Headmage, he had been quick to invade Key's personal space. It was in Emilio's nature to pester and ask questions—curiosity was at the core of his personality, second to pranking, of course. However, while Key was initially very polite, she wasn't too receptive to his ostentatious displays of friendship. Emilio had backed off after a day or so, but he was still intrigued by the newest recruit, often citing that he was happy that there was another magicless staff member in their midst.

For Zahur, he wasn't too interested in the newcomer at first. Alastair hadn't been too forthright when it came to who Key was and why she was hired at Night Raven College and she certainly hadn't opened up until recently. The very few times he had been alone with Key, he had noted that she was flighty and seemed sad, almost lost whenever she thought that no one else was looking.

There was also the first week period when Key had been periodically sent or stayed in the infirmary due to illness—the likes of which Zahur and the others weren't too aware of.

So, yes. Key was a bit of a mystery that some of the custodians were keen on solving or watching unfold. Surprisingly, other members of support staff like the gardeners and the stablehands were also curious, but didn’t usually venture out of their own spheres to confront her. 

For all of Zaria's cold and aloof nature, she was actually the most insistent on trying to understand Key. Zahur had joked that it must have been Zaria's maternal instincts rearing up again (as if he would ever let her live down the fact that she absolutely caved whenever she saw her sister's kids), but ended up swallowing his words when she sent him a death glare. Most of her attempts were based on trying to be in the same room as Key, talking about literature, or trying to dig into Key's background. More often than not, Zaria came back empty handed. Unlike Emilio, though, her attempts were subtle and while Key did not reciprocate, she didn't have to verbally tell her to leave her alone.

A win for Zaria and a total loss for kicked puppy Emilio.

Perhaps that was why Alastair had decided to assign Zahur and Zaria to mentor Key for the day. It was only fair considering that he had spent the first few days answering her questions and touring her around the school while simultaneously escorting her to and from the infirmary. Furthermore, summer school was about to start and that meant that there were going to be a few scholarship students who needed to help the custodians out. A quick look at the roster revealed there was going to be an Octavinelle student by the name of Cameron Norton, a recently graduated second year fox beastman. Cameron was already in tune with the culture and schedule of the maintenance staff so that didn't mean that he needed much supervision. However, because he was still a student, he would need to be accompanied by someone...

And considering how much Alastair needed the new custodian to become more accustomed to the school, it would make sense to pair her up with Cameron.

Zahur wasn't sure how that was going to play out, but he had been a teenage boy with delusions of grandeur, so he wouldn't be surprised if Cameron chafed at being supervised by someone who had only a few days' experience. In fact, Zahur had thought about warning Alastair or even Key, but thought better of it.

Key would have to learn sooner rather than later that NRC students were a different breed. 

At the very least, Zahur knew from experience that Cameron was a hard worker and tended to fly under the radar. He had his own fair share of troubles and had participated in a few shenanigans (there was a potions incident with a fellow second year from Pomefiore, which resulted in a dozen students’ hair becoming a hot shade of pink), but he was generally amiable. The fox beastman’s easygoing nature was generally a favorable trait unless you wanted to delve deep underneath the surface, but Zahur never pried too far when supervising him. 

But back to the matter at hand—

When Alastair had announced that morning that Key would be shadowing Z Squared, she appeared shocked and a little confused. Maybe even apprehensive.

Zahur could sympathize. 

Even though he had been employed longer than both Zaria and Emilio, he was still somewhat intimidated by Zaria at times. The snow leopard beastman was a gruff, down to earth sweetheart, but her cold nature was just as domineering as her hometown’s famed mountain range. 

Of course, people pleaser as she was, Key merely nodded and followed both senior custodians. Once they were all in the supply closet (Zahur and Zaria didn't feel like taking the scenic route), Zaria pressed her pointer finger against the web of cracks on the wall. Once the cracks had resembled that of the inner workings of a lock, the snow leopard beastman rotated her finger counterclockwise—as if she were wielding a working key. 

Back when they had first found out that the young woman’s name was Key, Emilio had teased her a little for it. Key had simply said that it was the name that she wanted to be called and nothing else. 

Now, everyone was pretty much aware of Dr. Park’s sordid and mysterious past and there were plenty of employees roaming around NRC’s hallowed halls to know that there were people who did not need their lives dug into. It simply wasn’t under their purview to vet their fellow colleagues and while the Headmage was not entirely consistent in his professionalism, he did hire people who did good work. Whether or not that good work was carried out by those who were haunted by past misdeeds was none of their concern. 

Normally, Zahur would have let it go… It’s just that Key was a child. 

Yes, she was technically an adult—in fact, she was as old as the third years and some fourth years—but that meant nothing. How could someone think that she was okay when other members of her age group were busy carousing and making trouble for their peers and staff alike was beyond him. Even if Key tried her hardest to appear normal, it was apparent to everyone that she was hiding something.

Zahur wouldn’t go as far as to say that she was some sort of escaped criminal or a refugee from a horrible situation, but the circumstances surrounding her sudden appearance was suspect. 

Alastair hadn’t been actively looking for new recruits despite his insistence that they were understaffed and the Headmage hadn’t sent out notices for new applicants. If he had, Zahur would have sent an email or two to some buddies who were down on their luck. 

No, the appearance of one confused and lost looking Key was downright surprising. 

After Zaria finished the process, they were able to pass through the magical doorway and into the supply room that was adjacent to the entrance way to the dungeons. Unfortunately, the dungeons were not not equipped with a supply room, so it was up to Zahur or Zaria to levitate a janitorial cart from the supply room and down into the depths of the dungeons. 

Because Zahur had a better handle on magic, he gestured at Zaria to conduct the levitating spell. 

Annoyed, she glared at him with the heat of tea that had reached room temperature, but complied anyway. 

“Come on, Ria,” he murmured gently as he helped adjust her casting stance. “It’s always good practice, especially since you like to rely on your physical strength.”

While Zahur had trained at Night Raven College when he was younger, Zaria’s magic blossomed a little too late and her parents couldn’t afford to send her to a school that specialized in magic. The most training she received was from an accredited institution that focused more on theory rather than application. What she couldn’t learn from the pages of  a weathered textbook or the laminated pages of a pamphlet was from studying the elders in town or pestering tourists for a demonstration. 

Thankfully, Zaria’s magic, while rudimentary, was still functioning well, especially under Zahur’s tutelage. 

Once the levitation spell was stabilized, Zaria began heading towards the stairs. Meanwhile, Zahur waved Key over and gave her a pile of sugar cubes. 

He looked down at her, an encouraging smile on his face. 

Key, a little hesitant, raised her hand with the sugar cubes above her head. “So I just—?”

“Yeah, just call them and I’ll do the rest.”

Key nodded before pursing her lips and whistling. 

It took a couple shaky notes, but eventually, they heard the sound of gently twinkling bells. Up above, three little fairies trickled in from their resting places from the sconces that bore the green flames before alighting onto Key’s outstretched palm. The fairies grabbed at the sugar cubes expectantly, but looked at Key curiously. True to Zahur’s word, he told the fairies that they would require their assistance in lighting up the sconces down the steps and in the main chambers of the dungeon. Again, Zahur was more than capable of doing it himself, but it was better to keep the fairies appeased and give them enrichment lest they start begging the students and staff for sweets. 

With their new job acknowledged, the three fairies placed the sugar cubes into their assigned sconces (one of them nibbled at a corner of a cube) before flitting ahead and lighting up the way with bright green flames. 

With that out of the way, all three of the custodians began their gradual descent to the dungeons. 

Centuries ago, this castle used to be home to royalty until it had been converted into a school by a kind but eccentric innovator and educator. There hadn’t been a name attached to such a person, but it was rumored that this man was someone who valued learning from many different cultures, beliefs, and ultimately, the infinite ways of doing magic. Nowadays, the dungeon was a long gone relic of ages gone by, but Zahur was convinced that part of the punishment, aside from being imprisoned, was going down the long flight of stairs. 

The trek down was long and arduous, but eventually, all three of them finally found themselves deep in the depths of the dungeons. 

The air underneath the school was dank and cold, Zahur could feel his skin forming goosebumps along his dark, tanned skin. Reflexively, he reached for the elastic that kept his long hair tucked and tamed in a low hanging ponytail so that he could tighten it. 

It would be a shame if he lost one of Zaria’s elastics in the dank depths of the dungeon. 

A couple feet in front of Zahur, Zaria halted and gracefully allowed her magic to set the janitorial cart down onto the floor.

“First order of business,” Zaria said as she waved Key forward, “we analyze the situation. What do you see?”

Key, who up until that point had been looking at the dungeons in a mixture of dread and astonishment, looked startled when she had been unceremoniously dragged out of her thoughts. That was another thing about her, Zahur realized, she was someone who spent a lot of time in her head. 

A good trait for someone who liked the routine, mundane work of a custodian. 

But not exactly something you would mix with someone who was bogged down with a past that clearly brought them grief. 

“It’s…” Key’s deep brown eyes flitted in between the huge chamber, at the old metal bars that encased empty rooms designed to house prisoners, and old tools meant for punishment. “It’s going to take all day to clean this.”

“Good eye,” Zahur chuckled as he made his way to the mops and the buckets that they prepared beforehand. “Second order of business?”

“Twenty questions.”

The speed of Key’s head turn was quick enough to cause Zahur to experience whiplash. Was her neck okay? 

“P-pardon, Miss Zaria?”

“What, you think we chose to clean the dungeons because it was our assignment?” Zahur couldn’t help but tease Key. Cleaning the dungeons was more like a once a quarter thing since no one went down there aside from a few troublemakers. Today, they were supposed to clean and sanitize the classrooms that weren’t in session today, but Key didn’t know that. “Tell her, habibti, why we’re here.”

Deadpan, and without any lilt or inflection in Zaria’s voice, she said, “For funsies.”

Key’s eyes widened behind the thick lenses of her glasses. “F-funsi—”

“I didn’t say that, you did.” Zaria grabbed a mop and threw it, handle first at the young custodian, seemingly not caring, but still watching with a critical eye as Key fumbled with the catch. “And you will never say I did. Understood?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Good. What’s your opinion on erotica?”

“Excu—”

“Twenty questions, keep up. Erotica?”

Zahur whistled to himself as he started in one of the farthest corners of the dungeon, cheerfully ignoring Keandy’s scandalized looks and pleas for help. Yeah, it was totally Alastair’s fault for assigning Key to them under the pretense that would get her to bond with the other custodians, but… Zahur didn’t mind it too much. 

And, judging by the barely concealed glee in Zaria’s deadpan delivery, she didn’t mind too. 

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[dearestones]

Definitivamente 🐹

Y cuando encontré tu blog🐭, sobre todo porque no hablo inglés xd.

Jajajaj!

Me alegro de que pienses que no soy intimidante. ¡Gracias siempre por vuestro apoyo! Es un placer saber de ti.

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[dearestones]

🐻 Hahaha <3

Hey, anon! Where are you? I just wanna talk—

Goodness! I hope I haven’t scared you off hahhah! But if you’re still here, I hope that’s a good thing!

Feel free to talk to me anytime, dms or asks. :D I promise I won’t bite, I genuinely like talking to people!

#anon #anon ask #anonymous ask #anonymous #ask #ask game #answered #dearestones #devintrinidad

[dearestones]

How Intimidating Am I?

Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

Send 🐰 for barely intimidating

Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating

Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating

Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating

Send 🐯 for very intimidating

Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”

#curious! #too curious! #please indulge me!

[dearestones]

Note: I know that choosing a hand doesn’t mean anything in the long run, but I wanna know the general consensus.

[dearestones]

The Perils of Being Better than Everyone Else (Idia Shroud and Yuu)

Warnings: The Prefect is described as being shorter and smaller than Idia, gamer lingo, Idia’s poor self esteem combined with his arrogance. 

@fjshii Request: Hello lovely! :)

I was wondering if I could make a request? There's something that's been rotating in my head :) Of course, I just want to emphasize the fact that this is a very casual ask!!! If you're working on other projects or just honestly don't feel like it then yes!!! Perfect :) I am in 100% support 😌😌😌 I enjoy whatever's on the table <3 But yes!!! I just wanted to say that! It was important :)

As for the actual request lol, I was wondering about a twst scenario with one of the boys teaching Yuu how to tie a tie? I just think it could be very sweet :) or hilarious if depending on who we're talking about. Whoever out of the cast is fine! :) I'm just hoping one of the students instead of the faculty (and oddly enough, not Vil please LMAO he just fits the bill a bit too much? if that's okay😂), but honestly, yeah, wherever your gut takes you. I also think this could be a really fun way to test out some characters we haven't seen from you yet before their debut in Caged Birds :)

Anywho! Yes! Only if you really want :) I hope you're having an enjoyable week, and thanks for all you share! :) &lt;3

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Dying on the inside certainly wasn't the worst thing that could ever happen to Idia, but it was definitely one of the top five sensations that he wished he didn't have to live with on a day to day basis. It was a feeling that had plagued him for a long time now, but it seemed that the occurrence of such a feeling seemed to happen with higher frequency after he had first started attending Night Raven College. It didn't take long to amass data points and map it out onto a graph: the points were clear and simple.

Out of everyone else in that hallowed institution, Idia Shroud was a being 'other' than the rest of them.

Yes, there were students who sported fangs. There were those who were blessed (or perhaps even cursed) with furry ears and tails. Others still had pointed ears and a longevity that most mortals would have killed for.

However, among the treasure trove of such eccentricities, Idia was by far one of the strangest.

It was quite obvious, with the flaming hair and the inevitable display of the veritable knives that rose from his gums, that Idia would be singled out as 'strange'.

Well, that was all relative when one had to consider that there was even a student from another world! It was an interesting phenomenon and Idia was sure that there would be more of a hubbub around that student’s origins, but surprisingly, there wasn’t any. At least, Idia hadn’t observed any sort of curious reactions from any NRC students. Then again, he could relate. After all, while the magicless student definitely had main character vibes, they were not as noteworthy as other famous individuals at the school like royalty, child prodigies, and the like. 

So, you would think that having a person with main character vibes would give them plot armor, but…

One should not underestimate the power of SSR Problematic Children, especially those who had orchestrated their own boss battles. 

The incident happened when Idia had been busy getting a drink from one of the vending machines that was situated in one of the hallways of the school. On this particular school day, he had been tasked with the brunt of a presentation and because it had been weeks since he had set foot into an actual classroom, his professor had requested that he attend in real life. Idia tried to put up a fight (read: he had begged and pleaded via email), but his professor had cited the rubric’s requirements and that it was a mandatory project that needed his presence. Needless to say, despite the fight in Idia, he had ended up folding the instant he thought he read an irritated tone in the email correspondence. 

(Idia would have definitely shown up the professor considering that the subject he was required to present was basically the fundamentals to understanding the integration of magic into technology, but decided to let the matter go.

He was merciful like that and he was above such triviality). 

When the time came, Idia felt himself sweating buckeyes and burrowing into the safety of his hooded jacket. Why did the entire world have to be composed of extraverts? Thankfully, during the presentation, his partner had taken the reins, which meant that the Ignihyde Housewarden didn’t have to speak as much as he thought he would. It may or may not be because of the contingency plan he had constructed back when he was a lowly first year. (That is to say,  Idia made sure to send a copy of the presentation and notes to his partner beforehand). 

As always, his plan worked because, after all, he was a genius.

So, after a lengthy class session that involved Idia pretending to listen to his peers drone on and on about their presentations (most of which were either not well researched or as well presented…and sometimes, it was a combination of both) while he was surreptitiously playing games on his phone, Idia was thirsty. It wasn’t like he had talked much, but effort was still effort, even if it wasn’t at his one hundred percent. 

And besides—

Precipice Moirai had teamed up with a lesser known energy drink that Idia had yet to taste. After having checked out the reviews, it was a widespread opinion that the energy drink wasn’t all too dissimilar to others of its kind. The taste wasn’t too remarkable and wasn’t well worth the hype except for the members of the famed idol group plastering their faces upon the tin. 

To say that Idia was annoyed was an understatement. Even if Premo had teamed up with a drink that didn’t taste good, that didn’t mean that fans should turn their backs against their beloved idols! Honestly, what sort of fans were they to talk such pessimistic sentiments about something that they didn’t have to buy? Idia was loyal and he was going to drink at least one can. 

And for those weirdos who left such disparaging comments on the forums… Let’s just say that they were going to be in for a treat when they finally logged back on. 

As Idia punched in the correct combination that would release the sweet, sugary nectar into his waiting grasp, he heard a familiar voice in the hallway. Even if it was from a distance, he felt himself shrink a little in his oversized hoodie and his hands trembled in anxiety. Out of everyone else in this school, no other SSR Problematic Child could appear so cute and unassuming, only to reveal that he himself was as much of a problem as his contemporaries. 

Riddle Rosehearts. 

A taskmaster to the core, the infamous Teapot Tyrant of Heartslabyul was busy berating a first year while Idia could only watch in detached horror. Fascinatingly enough, the first year only looked faintly amused by Riddle’s seemingly heated tirade. Now that Idia thought about it (from the safety of the bulky vending machine), Riddle hadn’t raised his voice or shouted his Unique Magic. Yes, the Taskmaster had been gradually mellowed out because of his Overblot (sadly, the experience hadn’t given Riddle a debuff when it came to his perfunctory nature), but Idia had only observed from hearsay and the off chance he decided to note Riddle’s behavior during meetings.

The change wasn’t drastic, but it reminded Idia of the character development for one of the villains in a manga series he had read a few years’ ago. A scary thought to be sure. There was no way Idia could try to compare the intricacies of an award winning manga to the messiness of human nature, but the fact that he had thought of it! For a mere second! 

Ughhhh… 2D was always better than 3D.

Before the Ignihyde Housewarden could suffer another meltdown that paled in comparison to the ire he felt at the idea of partnering with someone for a school project, he became all too aware that he was no longer alone at the vending machine. Now, Idia was no macho man (the S.T.Y.X. situation had certainly taught him that much), but he would rather go down into the depths of Tartarus or give access to his laptop without restriction to his mother before saying that he shrieked upon the realization. 

Yes, he will admit that he emitted a high pitched sound and jumped a foot in the air at the scare. 

But still.

It was nothing more than an excited exhalation of air. 

Nothing more. 

“Oh, gosh! Sorry about that, Idia! I thought you noticed me since I saw you watching Riddle and I earlier!” The Prefect’s voice was not as grating or as needlessly loud as some of the other students at this school—in fact, it was rather soft and apologetic—but Idia had to bury the urge to cover their mouth with his hands. (No way was he going to risk contaminating his gaming hands with someone who never heard of Premo before!) 

Plus…

Taskmaster Riddle could be still lying in wait for the next person to scold!

“Q-quiet down!” Idia’s tablet may have generated his voice, but it clearly conveyed the urgency and the volume that Idia’s vocal cords would have produced. “The world may be okay with catering to the whims of the extraverted, but as an introvert, I will not bow to such societal pressures.”

The Prefect cocked their head to the side and gave Idia one long, hard look. 

“For sure. Fight the power, Idia.”

Did he raise his friendship meter with the Prefect? Not that he wanted to, the Prefect was calming to talk to on most days, but that didn’t mean that they were exempt from the disease known as “sociability”. Idia didn’t do that. 

“So… is that any good?” 

Idia was about to ask what the Prefect meant by that question before realizing that he was still holding the energy drink (unopened). Ah, he had yet to fulfill today’s daily quest. 

Idia shrugged, feeling a little bit foolish as he regarded his loot. A part of him wanted to run away or shrink into his hoodie, but it would be too troublesome to rule up the Prefect because once you piqued the Prefect’s interest, bad things happened.

Like Riddle mellowing out. 

Or Leona actually taking initiative. 

Or Azul—No, he hadn’t changed a bit. A shady businessman to his core, that one. 

Whatever the case, Idia was so busy trying to come up with an exit strategy to leave ASAP (he had an afternoon campaign and he was AFK for too long!) that he nearly missed the Prefect’s little sigh. 

HAD HE OFFENDED THEM BECAUSE HE HAD SPENT TOO MUCH TIME THINKING?

Utter madness, why did anyone willingly submit themselves to the horrors of etiquette and good manners? The rules of polite society never made that much sense to him… 

“Gosh, I wish I could have some of that.” When did the Prefect step closer to inspect the can? “But if Riddle catches me overloading on sugar again, he’s going to make me help ADeuce with dressing up the flamingos for midmorning croquet.” 

Three years and Heartslabyul was a puzzle that Idia was not hard pressed to solve. RIP, GG to the n00bs who thought that Heartslabyul was one of the nicer dorms. 

Spoiler alert: It wasn’t.

“I know he means well, but he’s not my dad, right?” 

There was a note of ruefulness in the Prefect’s voice that Idia was quick to note, but just as quickly discarded because no. Absolutely not. No, he was not going to get roped up into the Prefect’s problems. He had Board Game Club following the events of the winter holidays and Azul was quick to complain about the destruction done to his restaurant! (There was also the Scarabia Overblot, but not many people talked about it unless you were a Scarabian and offended on Kalim’s behalf, but that was another matter entirely). 

“And you know what else?” Was the Prefect still talking? Sevens, the Prefect was still talking! Was Idia’s blatant discomfort not enough to dissuade further social interaction? Or had Idia unlocked a secret achievement: meeting a sassy, sadistic Prefect? “He told me that I needed to start tying my ties because he won’t do them for me anymore! I can do them, I just like it when he does it because his knots are perfect and I feel like an honor student.”

Idia was going to regret this later (in hindsight, he could have ended that conversation then and there by agreeing with the Prefect and then saying that he had plans to do! because! he! had! a! campaign!), but he piped up, sardonic judgment in his voice, “So that thing around your neck is Riddle’s doing?”

“This gorgeous thing?” The Ramshackle Prefect patted their tie that had been so horrible crumpled and knotted into a sad mass of fabric that looked like it wanted to be a tie, but was weighed down with too much responsibility. Like child support. Taxes. And maybe vehicular manslaughter. Or you know, weighing down your future with expectations that you had to fulfill because of your lineage. “You know, you have the same look Riddle gave me when he saw me earlier. It’s like… he was so amazed by my mad skills that he had no choice but to stare. A total loss for words!”

“You…” Gloomurai abort. Gloomurai. Abort. Gloomurai! Abort! “You need help.”

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Scratch that, Idia needed help. 

Send dudes! Send the troops! 

Call in the reinforcements!

Sevens, screw his thoughts regarding internet anonymity! Send in Muscle Red!!! 

He needed an adult!

(Yes, he was technically not a minor anymore, but he needed an adultier adult!)

“Um…”

“Shhh!”

Idia huffed a little to himself as he looked at the length of the Prefect’s tie, the fabric somewhat wrinkled and worn from their attempts to make some sort of bow around their neck. For reasons that Idia could not quite fathom, the conversation right after he had noted how much the Prefect sucked at tying their tie had resulted in this. 

(“You’re such a total n00b! ROTFLOL. No wonder the Taskmaster himself singled you out! In fact, I wonder why the final boss from Pomefiore hasn’t talked to you yet!”

“Oh, Vil? He did.”

“And?” Idia hadn’t meant to ask, but his curiosity was piqued. Thr Ignihyde Housewarden managed to evade his fellow third year because of their differing class schedules, but that didn’t mean he did not have his fair share of scoldings. 

“He told me that poor little potatoes like me needed to get tended to better. Whatever that meant.”

Lucky! Usually, Vil would have had Idia on the ropes, fighting for his life, while Vil threatened to throw toner, moisturizer, and other beauty products at him. Pfffttt, as if the family curse wasn’t already doing wonders to his body.

“Ha! I definitely could do better than you!”

“Oh really?” Oh. Oh no. Whenever normies looked like that, it could mean only one thing: trouble. “Why don’t you show me how?”

Say no. 

Idia say no. 

Idia say—

“You’ll be like my kouhai! For tying ties. Unless you’re as bad at it like me”

That did it. 

Idia placed the energy drink on the ground and began typing in a search query into his tablet. 

“First of all, kouhai means junior. Obviously, I’m your senpai or your senior. Second of all, of course I know how to tie a tie! What do you take me for? I’m going to tie a tie so—“)

After wrangling the Prefect’s tie away from their ratty uniform, Idia tried to remember how to tie a tie. His fingers, as deft and as quick as they were when commanding the keyboard or maneuvering a mouse, were somewhat slow and clumsy as he tried to shift the fabric into a loop. How did his father teach him again? It was somewhat awkward—when were things not awkward?—and it lasted a lot longer than it should have, but eventually, Idia was choked into submission into society’s standards of what a young man with a promising future should look like. 

Ugh. 

And then his dad tried to talk to him about the future, but Idia kinda, sorta tuned him out because he really didn’t want to think about the future any more than he had to. Thus, Idia was dressed like any first year student should… But that was only for a little while. 

After Idia suffered through a week of choking himself or looking the fool with his poorly tied tie, he ordered a special, custom-made hoodie. And then he never looked back. Yes, he was not as well dressed as someone like Vil or Riddle, but it wasn’t like he aspired to be them. As if anyone other than overachievers and those with images to maintain actually cared about what they looked like.

Idia was already a freak; if he looked like a normal preppy extravert, he would undoubtedly look even more freaky. 

(Like an alien trying to fit in). 

Anyway, back to the matter at hand, Idia was screwed. 

He screwed up. 

GG.

FF.

All of his HP had decreased to  an increasingly concerning level and now, he was only a second away from curling into a ball and crying. Where was Ortho when he needed him? You could only watch the same Magicam video of how to tie a tie so many times before you began to realize that you were not as skilled as you thought you were. 

Also, the Prefect was giving him a strange smile that made Idia’s cheeks heat and his hair—SEVENS HIS HAIR! 

Curse this curse!

“So… do you give—”

Idia, in an uncharacteristic manner, bared his teeth wide as he glared at the Prefect with the power of a million dying suns. “No! I will git gud! This tie will bow down to my brilliance!” 

The tie was not OP, it couldn’t be. 

That was unreal and Idia was being realistic. 

All he needed to do was breathe and—

“You know—” Stop talking. Stop talking. Why are you talking? “—I think I know what the problem is!”

Idia, in near tears and just about ready to call it a day, had no choice but to blurt out, “What? What could it possibly be?”

Yes, he was that desperate. 

“Well, you’re holding it in your hands and tying it that way. Don’t you think that it would be easier if you tied it on me? Plus, if you succeed, I get a perfect tie!”

PHYSICAL CONTACT.

WAS THIS WHAT THE WORLD WAS COMING TO?

PHYSICAL CONTACT?

And then, Idia heard the ‘if’ that the Prefect said. And then the implication set in. 

If he succeeds?

There was obvious psychological manipulation here—the Prefect must have spent way too much time at Octavinelle because this stunk of seafood—but Idia had no choice. 

This was like the sunk cost fallacy. He had already spent so much time trying to show off in front of the Prefect that it would do him no good if he backed off now. 

“O-oh! O-okay!”

Idia’s fingers trembled as he approached the Prefect. Now that he was close to them, he realized that even though he was slouching, the Ramshackle Prefect was actually really short compared to him. In hindsight, he shouldn’t have felt so nervous—the Prefect was not as intimidating as other Night Raven College students—but still. 

Was the Prefect going to recoil in disgust when he touched them? 

Were they going to make fun of him for fumbling for so long?

Or—

“Keep going, Idia!” The Prefect cheered. Their eyes were on his hands, both of which were maneuvering the fabric of the tie around their neck with slow, stuttering movements. Swallowing hard, Idia found himself entranced as the Prefect’s small hands began to guide his own into vaguely familiar movements. 

First, the tie was measured out to its correct length. Then, when Idia began to falter, the Prefect (again) guided his hands until he remembered that he had to cross the length of the left piece of fabric over the right. He would then bring up the left piece again. A beat passed as Idia tried to remember the succeeding steps before starting up again, this time, with a little more confidence. Once that was done, he brought up the left piece of fabric that was longer and thicker than the right so that it could enter into the loop that was created from the previous steps. 

And then, Idia tugged until the knot of the tie was perfectly formed and flush against the Prefect’s throat. 

He… 

He actually did it?

He actually—

“Oh, wow! That’s so cool!” The Prefect beamed the world’s brightest smile at Idia. 

The effect was immediate and painful; the AoE would have been off the charts if it were not for the following move that the Prefect made. 

Without so much as a look of remorse, the Prefect tugged off the tie, undid the loops, and gave Idia the looping, crumpled fabric.

“Now, you gotta teach me this time.”

NO.

NO.

NOOOOOO—

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“Ortho, I have now entered my villain era.” Idia slumped into his bed, not at all minding the crumbs from his ultra healthy dietary habits. As he curled up, he saw that Ortho was floating beside his head, a look of concern over his childlike features. 

“Are you referring to your fashion session with the Ramshackle Prefect? I saw the entire thing! I had no idea that the Prefect was so bad at tying ties!”

“Me neither.” 

“But at the very least you managed to taste that new energy drink, right?”

Idia felt his breath catch.

“FUCK.”

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Hiya Devin :) for the recent ask game!

10 (short, huh?), 26, 27, 43, andddd for 50: Why writing? What inspires you/ got you into it in the first place? Thanks Devin :) Hope you're having a slay day! <3

Hey, Devin here!

10. How tall are you?

Did you know... shortness is only a matter of perspective? I'm 191 cm. Obviously. Like Floyd Leech. You should totally believe me.

150 cm

26. What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

Ohhhh, that's a very cool question! Ummm.... hmmm...

I really like cute notebooks, planners, scrapbooks, and calligraphy sets! I don't have a creative bone in my body when it comes to writing legibly, much less decorating planners or scrapbooking, but it seems like a good hobby!

Another a childish thing I like? I really like my happy stims! It's a sore point for me in real life, especially if other people are in the room when I stim, but I like flapping my arms or jumping up and down. The happy chemicals create more happy chemicals in an unstoppable feedback loop that has originated since childhood. :D

Ohhhh, puns! I like to grab seemingly random objects and making puns out of them!

I mean, with all of these questions... It seems like this is a quest ur on to know more details about me! ;)

Yes, I know it's bad shhhh...

27. What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

Oh gosh, please don't be mad at me, it's been years since I've read a book that wasn't a reference text or a manual. Can fanfictions count? From my most recent memory, even though it's been a while since I've last read it (but I have read it upwards to 10+ times over the years)... Snakeskins by Lsunnyc.

I know you like worldbuilding and lore, guess what that fanfic is composed of! (It's also one of my main inspirations to how I write nowadays. I really look up to that author and you should check them out and their ao3 if you're interested!). It's a Hetalia/Harry Potter crossover fanfic and it's... very long, but hey. It's really well written.

But an actual book? Gosh... No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai? That's one of the last few books I remember reading and that was definitely a trip. I related to the main character a bit too much and the subject matter, trajectory of the character... It really hits and there's a reason why the book has the reputation it has.

43. Do you have siblings? How many?

Yup! Two of them!

50. Wild Card. Any question, ask away.

Why writing? What inspires you/ got you into it in the first place?

(Answer under the cut because it got too long!)

Okies, so I know in the past I think I admitted to having started posting fic in 2012 and my first fandom was for Tokyo Mew Mew. However! My first ever fanfic was for Sharkboy and Lavagirl and it was written on yellow legal pad and will never see the light of day ahaha!

The reason I bring that up is because when I was younger and school would let out for the summer, our class would have this ritual of throwing away our tattered old notebooks that we weren't planning on using for the next school year into the recycled bins. However, before I left for home, I would take all of the notebooks that had been dropped into the recycle bins, take them home, rip out the old notes and doodles, and then keep them over the summer.

So that I can write in them.

I started in fifth grade when I realized that it would be a waste just to let those notebooks be recycled when there were some that had tons of clean pages??? In them??? That's why I saved those poor notebooks.

The thing was, I didn't realize that I had like half a dozen or so notebooks that had clean pages that I realized... I could do things with the notebooks. So, over the course of the summers from 5-7 grade, I would write short stories (seriously, short as in like one paragraph long onto a single page and call it a day). It wasn't until the summer of 7th grade that I realized... wait, why write stories only in the summer? Why not write during the whole year instead?

At that point, I amassed a lot of notebooks and scraps of papers filled with stories. Somewhere along the way, I shifted from purely original fiction to fanfiction because it was through my first official fandom (Tokyo Mew Mew) that I realized fanfiction was a thing.

I totally thought, upon reading my first fanfic in ye old ffnet, that it was actually canon material until I checked the comments and other stories. And thus, my eyes were opened.

So yeah, come eighth grade and beyond, I began writing more fanfics in my free time and eventually, in high school, I began bringing my fanfic notebook into class so that I could work on them during breaks.

I think what really inspires me to write would be because... there are entire swathes of the story, of the behind scenes, that we never get to see in canon. You can infer a lot from subtext or hints dropped from characters alluding to events, character perceptions, etc. but there's a difference from accepting the subtext or canon as it is and... Taking what you know and then adding depth to it and transforming it into something new.

I don't know... breathing life into characters who already has an established character is so exhilarating to me! There are people out there who roll their eyes at fanfic, but like??? Writing a character and making them stay in character while also transforming them in the process??? It's creation in one of its more pure forms while also paying homage to the original creator.

There's a quote somewhere... maybe on tumblr? and this person said that writing fanfic or any sort of transformative work is like playing with the sandbox that the original creator has left behind. That's what I'm doing, I'm playing in a sandbox.

And I'm having a lot of fun with it! :D

Anywhoozles, thank you so much for the questions and I hope that you have a wonderful day!

Feel free to ask more questions and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

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